Forbidden Love Pt1

Forbidden love pt1

Taehyung x reader Demon!Tae Soulmate Au 

Angst wannabe, no smut, a little fluff later

Summary: You didn't want to get married to a random man, but your parents didn't seem to get it. When you reached out to your best friend, Taehyung, he disappeared, having to face his own problems. However, soulmates are all about the perfect timing, so Taehyung came back exactly when you needed him the most.

Word count: 1.1k (1169)

P.S. I know, it seems sloppy, I could totally write better than that, if English was my first language, but hope you like it.

“And what if I don’t want to get married with him? I haven’t even turned 18 yet and you’re planning my marriage?” I asked my parents who out of the blue decided to have a ‘serious talk’ with me.

My birthday is in two weeks and they suddenly remembered that they have planned my wedding and that I’m getting married in a month. This is absolutely disgusting.

“Exactly, you’re not 18, so you have to follow our orders whether you like it or not.” I hate her way of thinking. “Your father and I decided that this is exactly what you need at this point in your life and we found a boy, great family status, your age, who is just perfect. I’m sure you’ll get along and even if you don’t, since you’re going to get married, you’ll have to get used to him. You are going to be a woman soon. Women don’t work. You are young, I’m sure you can have children if you try, so there’s no point in arguing when you know I have a point!”

“But mom, what about my soulmate? My mark is going to appear as soon as I turn 18. How am I supposed to get married, if I have someone else’s name on my wrist?”

“First, you know, both of us don’t believe in those things. We’re ‘soulmates’ but we don’t have marks. Second, what if that man is your soulmate? But I still insist, those things do not exist. You can write anyone’s name on your wrist and pretend it’s a soulmate mark or whatever.” My father’s voice was loud and serious.

Well, my parents don’t have soulmate marks and strongly believe the whole soulmate thing is…. Bullshit. But I do believe in these stuff. I have seen older friends of mine have marks. 90% of the population has marks and just because my parents refuse to believe they belong to that 10% I’m supposed to follow their stupid orders.  

“It’s not-”

“Enough. You’re getting married to him in a month.” My father cut me off and left the room, pulling my mom by the arm with him.

I need Taehyung.

I left my house, quickly and visited my childhood friend Tae, who lives next door.

Taehyung is an orphan. Actually, his parents abandoned him at the age of 10. He had learned how to live alone, avoided the orphanage at all costs, so we just made sure he always had something to eat and visited him once a day around noon. That was all until the age of 12. Taehyung and I, then, got closer, when he beat up a guy that tried to rob me, so after that he was usually over at my house. He slowly became my best friend. He supported me and I supported him. He helped me solve my problems and I did the same. But right now, I knew he couldn’t do anything other than comfort me.

I spent the whole afternoon in his warm embrace. I felt his warm breath on my neck. His aura was calming me. We didn’t speak at all. Just stayed there. Enjoying each other’s company. I’m lucky Tae is part of my life.

A week passed slowly. I knew I had to live my life to the fullest, before I lost my freedom forever but I just couldn’t find interest in anything anymore. The weird thing was that I hadn’t heard from Tae at all. He suddenly disappeared from my life. Only a week before my birthday. I was worried. He had turned 18 a while ago. His mark had started to appear on his wrist but it wasn’t clear enough yet and for a strange reason he was covering it.

The days passed. My marriage with the unknown man took place. I think his name was Choi Kwangsoo. My parents and his were happy. He also seemed pleased, but I was disgusted. I was rude towards him, his family, my family, everyone. Tae didn’t come to my wedding and to say I was hurt was an understatement. I had no one at this point. I was living through this hell alone.

I had visited Tae’s house so many times. He was never there. I hadn’t heard from him since that day. Our last words to each other were ‘see you tomorrow’, but that day never came.

It wasn’t until six months that had passed after my wedding, when I received a letter, it was from Taehyung.

Dear (y/n),

I’m sorry for leaving you so suddenly, with no explanation, I still can’t explain the reason why though. (…) I hope you forgive me. I hope you’re happy with the man you are married to. I don’t want you to worry about me. Just forget I existed. Just like my parents. Just like everyone else.

Taehyung.

It was the worst day of my life. I kept reading and rereading the letter because I couldn’t believe it. After that I had no feelings. No happiness. No sadness. I just lived. My emotions were drained from me. It felt like I had lost my will to live. Nothing seemed exciting anymore. And that letter from Taehyung was practically nothing. I only knew he was alive. But as he wrote, no explanation. It was the only thing that could bring me slight happiness. That he was alive. He was breathing. But…

The paper was suddenly snatched from my hand by my husband. He quickly read it, despite my attempts to take it back.

“Who the fuck is this, you whore? Taehyung? What the hell? Are you cheating on me? You? A fucking slut, cheating on, ME? I could have any bitch I wanted .and you think you can cheat on me?” He was furious for no reason, but I knew I had every right to be upset with him.

“I-”

“Shut the fuck up!” he cut me off.

He let the paper fall from his hand and took big steps towards me. He tried to grab me but I kicked him as hard as I could

“Fuck you.” I screamed and rushed past him running outside.

I left the house as soon as possible, running to the forest to hide from him.

I ran for what felt like an eternity, before I stopped to catch my breath. When I looked up, the scene I was met with made me freeze.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. A man, with things like thorns coming out of his back, growing like tree branches, high above him. I couldn’t move. My breath hitched in my throat and all I could do was stare at the creature in front of me.

The man turned to look at me and I suddenly felt like I looked straight at medusa. Like a rock, I stood there, my eyes met his red ones that were glowing in the dark. He suddenly disappeared and I finally came out of the trance I was in.

What is this creature?

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Part 2

Dance Practice Jimin

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff

Summary:You really love Jimin, and he does too. But what's more important is that his family, the members, also love you.

Word count: 690

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Jimin practicing means hours of being alone and him working.

He starts early in the morning and comes home, practically, the next day.

Today, once again, he had to record and learn a new choreography. He seemed pretty relaxed this morning, so that meant he wouldn’t overwork himself, much.

I had a day off, so I decided to join him.

He went on with his program, I was sat in a corner watching him and talking a bit with the rest of the members.

Jimin had finished recording and joined me on the couch, softly pecking my lips and gave me a small smile, before talking with Namjoon, about the new songs.

After around a while, we moved to another room, where Jimin started the dance practice with Jungkook for the part they shared.

Jin joined me, relaxing after he finished recording his own part.

“Hello, little one, are you bored?” He always called me that because I’m shorter than Yoongi and Jimin.

“Hello, Jinnie, I’m not bored, I’m watching Jiminie” I always called everyone by their nicknames, not caring to use any honorifics.

“Right” he simply shrugged and laid back to relax his sore back.

I just sat there, watching Jimin and Jungkook dance. Jungkook wasn’t sure about a part and had left to find their teacher, who was helping Hoseok at the moment.

Jimin stayed in the room practicing his part over and over, the music filling the room, stopping and starting again.

Jimin had learned his part, but needed time to make the moves look less stiff.

Jimin was focused on the dance, staring at his reflection in the mirror, his tongue sticking out only a little, his face forming a small ‘o’. He always puts so much passion in his dance and has so much talent, his moves perfectly timed with the music playing in the background.

As all my focus was on him, I barely heard Jin’s chuckle coming from next to me.

I turned to look at Jin, a little confused, expecting to see him scrolling through his phone.

I was met with a smiley Jin, the stupid smile of a 12 year old, spread all over his face. He stared right into my eyes, still smiling.

“Wipe that stupid grin from your face, it’s annoying me” I fake snapped.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me and nagged my shoulder with his.

“What do you want?” The music was still playing in the background and Jimin was too into his dance to pay attention to anything else.

“God, you’re so cute” He let his head fall back. He saw my confused expression and continued quickly.

“You were staring at Jimin” He exclaimed.

“So?” I cut him off.

“You had a look on your face, like, I can’t describe it, but it’s like you were looking at something perfect, you were admiring him, with a small smile and wide eyes. It’s so cute” He squealed.

I blushed hard at his words.

“Stop Jin” I whined.

“No seriously, I could be talking about it for hours, it looked so genuine. Now that’s what we call whipped.” Jin had a teasing tone on his voice.

I looked away, trying to ignore him, focusing on Jimin.

“Ah there it is again!” He pointed at my face and I pretended to bite his finger.

He quickly withdrew it away from me, but still had the teasing smile on his face.

“Seriously (y/n), I’m glad you actually admire Jimin so much.” Jin said.

“Look, Jin, Jimin is a person I don’t only admire, but love dearly and I thought you knew it already. I want Jimin to be happy, I want him to enjoy his life without worrying about anything, I want him to take care of himself, to not overwork and starve himself. Do you understand me?” I rambled without realizing.

“Of course sweetie, I already knew it but I’m glad I can see it and have proof.” He chuckled and pulled me in a hug.

Jimin noticed us through the mirror and smiled at the fact that his family accepts and loves me as much as he does.

Apparently I love taking pics of flowers

Yoongi Genius lab fluff x reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Yoongi is a workaholic and honestly this doesn't shock anyone. But you got tired of waiting for him to come home, so you decide to drag him home yourself.

Word count: 394

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It was late. Yoongi was late again.

It's not that I'm not understanding.

I totally am.

I know he has to work hard. I know that some days he has to stay more in his studio writing songs.

But it's the third time this week.

We didn't plan anything. He doesn't forget our plans. He is just still working.

But he's really tired after all this work. Really stressed. He doesn't eat a lot again. And I'm starting to worry a lot.

I knew what I was getting myself into when I got in a relationship with Yoongi.

But this can't be going on forever.

I just want him home. I want him to just stay in a whole day. Sleep enough, eat enough and also spend some time with me.

But I'm mostly focusing in his well being.

I couldn't stay awake much longer.

I decided to go to his "Genius lab" to ask him to come home.

After a short drive I got in Bighit's building.

I chuckled at the sight of his 'Go away' doormat.

I rang the small bell and waited.

The door opened after a few second and a tired yoongi appeared.

He gave me a small smile and let me in. I walked further in the room and heard the door close behind me.

Yoongi wrapped his hands around my waist, burying his head in my neck.

"Why are you here? Why aren't you sleeping?" Yoongi whispered. It was obvious that I was just as tired as he was and ready to sleep for a good 8 hours.

"I couldn't sleep knowing you're still working" I whispered back.

"Have you eaten?" He asked after a big pause.

"I had prepared food but ate when I realised that you were running a little late." I said truthfully.

He let a small 'mmm' instead of answering.

"Okay, baby, I'm coming home. Just wait five minutes and we'll go, okay?" He mumbled.

I nodded and he gave me small kisses on my neck. He turned me around and gave me a peck on the lips. I smiled and he smiled back at me before going to his computer to close it.

I waited for him on his couch and when he was done,he got up and walked towards me.

He pulled my hand and we both left to go back home.

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Just a little something I wrote really quick

Imma cry this is beautiful

Greta Oto

Member: Jin

Word Count: 6,060

Content: Demon!AU, angst, violence, character death, features Jackson Wang and BIGBANG

Summary: This is the legend of Y/N, who grew up in a peaceful village with a demon taking care of her without her knowledge. As they grew closer, the good and bad presented itself to their very end.

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