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" you make me wanna poison your drink " she said ,

"And you make me wanna drink it" he replied

Oh moon , tell me something

Does he look up and wonder the same thing?

Tell him if you find him gazing

That there's a person on earth waiting

Take help from the stars if you must

Tell them to find my lover

Or I'll burst

My ruins will then form Stardust

Maybe then I'll be able to make him look up.

Up , where now I reside

I'll watch over my lover from the sky

When time will come we'll soon reunite

Maybe not as lovers

But beings of the sky

There's this ache

So deep in my heart

And then, there's you

Even deeper

"Because no one deserves love more than the monster created by the lack of it.”

He could put a knife at my throat and I would smile and ask him to push deeper

- Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

happy birthday to the most relatable cutie, jimin 🥰 (insp.) (cr. jung-koook, qdeoks, namuspromised. transl cr. taee, bts-trans)

Petal - Taehyung soulmate/mafia au Drabble

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Guess who’s meant to be asleep but decided to write a Drabble? Heavily unedited since I’m literally falling asleep but I’ll fix that tomorrow.

Angst TW: assault but nothing graphic

In all your years of living, you don’t think you’ve heard Kim Taehyung speak a word to you, yet you can’t remember a time he was absent from your life. You did meet your soulmate when you were both three after all, while most others met theirs a lot older.

You’ll never forget the day you did, it was the earliest memory you had. Playing in the park on a Thursday, seeing a little boy crouched down in the flower bed, picking petals off the flowers with awe in his eyes. You remember the pull, and wondered if that’s why they called the bond between soulmates red string. He must’ve felt it too, because he turned around and gave you a boxy grin that visited you in your dreams as you grew up without him.

“Trust the red string of fate, Y/n,” your mother always used to say in that knowing tone of hers whenever you doubted the very foundation the world was built on. But your soulmate was an anomaly, where most people meet and rarely leave each other’s side, your fated other barely acknowledged you.

And yet, you still felt your soul alight when he was near, still felt a smile, because while he may have never spoken to you directly, you still saw him as your knight in shining armour.

The first instance was aged 5, when a boy in your class decided to pull your hair in the park after school, and your mysterious boy was somehow there to pull the boy’s grip off you. That was when you learnt his name, when the other onlooking children whispered “that’s Kim Taehyung.”

They were words that followed you in life, as it seemed so did he. At thirteen, you went to the fairground with ten pounds in your pocket and two friends. You felt him before you saw him, the tug in your chest grew when he was near, and you caught a glimpse of him with two friends of his own before you lost sight of him. Instead in your line of sight came the school bully, Yeji, who’s sneer told you exactly who her next victim was. It really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you when she punched you in the stomach for not giving her your well earned ten pound note, what was definitely a surprise though was the second punch that never came. You had braced yourself for it, but his hands caught the swing before it reached you. You couldn’t see his face, only his soft hair and the wince on Yeji’s face as his hands crushed her fist.

“Leave her alone,” you hadn’t heard his voice in a long time, it was too deep for someone so young. When did he start to sound like that? Yeji fell to her knees with apologies babbling from her mouth, and again you could hear the whispers around you, “that’s Kim Taehyung.”

It was at 16 you found out why everyone knew who he was, it was prom, and Taehyung and his friends decided to gatecrash. If the teachers had any idea these rowdy boys were not from your school, they didn’t show it.

“Trust Kim Taehyung to show up at a school he doesn’t go to and act like a king,” your classmate, Rubin muttered.

“Why is he even here?” His date whispered.

“Must be something his fathers told him to do, a low level drug deal or something.”

“Drugs?” You didn’t mean to pipe in, but you couldn’t stop the outburst. They both looked at you incredulously as if you’d grown a second head.

“Y/n you know who that is right?” Rubin scoffs, “that guy is the heir to the Kim line...”

Your blood runs cold and a sickness settles in your stomach, you turn to look at your supposed soulmate and his eyes are dead set on you, as if waiting for a reaction, like he knew what you just uncovered. You try to swallow the nausea down, you were an idiot to not to put two and two together.

Everyone knows the Kim line, the leaders of a notorious gang that ruled with an invisible fist over your city, a crime syndicate that dealt in more than just drugs and arm deals. The Kim line were the most powerful brothers in the country and it seemed your hands were tied with red string to the heir of the lead brother. Those other two must’ve been his cousins, the next three to run the family business.

Taehyung was the first to break eye contact, turning away from you, and you felt your young heart shatter.

You hadn’t really seen him since then, you felt him near, and you’d be lying if it didn’t comfort you, but the youngest Kim of his generation and the lead heir disappeared from all sight when his father died. You know that meant he must’ve taken over the mantle, and you gazed softly at your hands wondering where the red string was and why it decided to tie you to him. Your mother’s voice could be heard in the back of your mind, but you paid it no attention.

You had never admitted it out loud, but there was such a turmoil inside of you; you wanted your soulmate near but you also wanted him far away. Maybe he knew that, which was why you were in this predicament. Maybe he always knew. You wondered if he also knew you missed his presence, which was ridiculous because you were barely ever in it, you hadn’t said a word to each other and yet you ached for him. You stared at your fingers more intently, maybe if you focused you could see the pesky string and cut it off. Maybe that wouldn’t leave you feeling so hollow and numb.

It was a Thursday night when you felt a different type of presence behind you, why had you decided to walk the twenty minutes to your house from your friends at stupid o’clock instead of taking an Uber like a normal person? Something about saving money, which seemed idiotic considering you were now thinking about saving your life.

You can hear the footsteps behind you pick up their pace as the distance between you and this stranger reduces, so you act on survival - run. In the back of your mind you think if this was innocent and you look like an idiot running away so be it, better safe than sorry. Unfortunately you’re instincts are proven right as the steps behind you turn into a sprint too close behind. You feel your head hit the ground before you realise what’s happened, ears ringing too loudly to hear the gruff voice behind you. You try your best to fight and slip away but a strong hand holds you down.

“Stay still you bitch!”

You scream into the night before he presses his hand to your mouth to muffle you. And in the second you realise this is how you die, the weight above you is gone. You take a second to catch your breath, arms fumbling under you to find the ground and get up and run. It’s the sound of metal pounding against flesh that has you looking back. You don’t see his face, but you know it’s him. The gun should scare you, but it doesn’t, not in his hands, not when it’s beating the man who hurt you. It’s eerie, but you feel safe, even when the trigger goes off, even when you see blood pool down the street.

This is where he normally leaves you, and in your panic you stumble towards him, gravitating to him until your shaky hand meets his sleeve. He lets out a harsh breath of air at the contact and immediately you let go like you’ve wounded him. Your eyes meet the ground, maybe it’s best to resume your normal routine of ephemeral silent knight. You’re surprised as his forefinger and thumb lift your chin to face him, and you’re blessed with the sight of your beautiful soul mate the universe designed for you. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes drinking him in before he leaves you again, but he doesn’t rush away this time.

“Are you okay petal?” It’s deeper than you last heard, a voice made to pick at the strings of your soul and it does, you can feel it reverberate inside of you. You don’t realise your tears have welled at the sound until he’s wiping the first drop away. You nod softly, afraid a pin drop would shatter this dream away.

He frowns, looking like he’s about to speak again before he decides against it and looks away, jaw clenched. This was a complication for him, you could feel it, and it hurt. He lets out a deep sigh before gingerly taking your fingers into his, he feels so warm, and even though his large hands are nothing like yours, his touch feels just right. He leads you with slow steps in the direction of your house. It shouldn’t surprise you he knows where you live, you never really believed he left.

What does surprise you is that he has a key, and you want to voice the questions forming in your throat but you’re terrified once you distrupt the silence youve held with this man since the moment you met, he’d disappear again.

He sits you down on the sofa of the living room, a tsk leaving his lips as he notices the scratches and cuts on your knees from where you fell. He takes an arm into his hands, pulling back the sleeves as you wince, and his suspicions are right, there are cuts there too. He inspects your face next, fingers brushing back your hair as he caresses your head and his eyes penetrate you. You don’t maintain eye contact, finding the speck on the wall ridiculously interesting, as your cheeks burn against the cold in the air. Why does he feel amused and angry at you at the same time?

He leaves you for a moment to grab the first aid kit in the kitchen, how the hell did he know it was in there?

“What idiot goes out by herself at this time of night?” He grumbles harshly as he takes out the ointment and bandages. Really he’s been wanting to scold you since he put a bullet in that bastard but his anger died when he saw your innocent little eyes look up at him. He’s really messed things up, no you messed things up by being stupid with your safety. The angry flame decides to burn again, as he takes your hands a little less than softly and presses the ointment onto your cut. It’s your wince that has him reeling back.

Is this really the first conversation your soulmate decides to have with you?

You were staring at his face until then, eyes instinctively shutting against the pain, you miss the way his face softens, placing plasters on your skin gently when he’s done. He’s more careful with your knee, watching for your reaction as he dabs the ointment there, blowing lightly to ease the sting.

Your eyes flutter open at the new sensation, a chill running up your body as your fingers go to grip at the ends of your skirt at the sight in front of you, but you can’t look away. You’ve been denied this face for too long, your soul was trying to beat out of your heart to get closer to him.

Instead of answering his question, you ask your own.

“Why have you stayed away from me for so long?” Your voice is quiet but it cuts through him, a new pain in his chest from how small you sound. His soulmate speaks to him for the first time and she sounds hurt because of him. He looks away then with a sense of shame. What was he supposed to say? He’s been destined to take over a crime syndicate that’s been passed through generations and doesn’t want his soulmate involved? That it was easier to keep you safe if no one knew who you were to him, and it killed him to stay away this long. That in his soul he knew you were pure and gentle, and the universe was playing some cruel trick in making you for him when he also knew you wouldn’t stomach the life he could give you.

He remembered your face too well, that prom night when he saw you find out about who he really was. He always feared you finding out, he knew it would happen eventually but it did nothing to soften the blow, the look you had etched in his mind forever. He would see it when he closed his eyes every night, alone, ruling his empire.

He doesn’t answer you as he moves to the cut on your forehead, but you push him away, looking into his eyes as if he’d written the answers there.

“I really missed you,” you confess breathlessly, it had taken a lot of strength to say it. “Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds?”

You can’t stop the tears welling up now but you don’t break eye contact, not when you needed to get this turmoil out of your chest.

“We’ve never spoken until tonight but I missed you, I looked for you every day but pretended I didn’t, I looked for you everywhere hoping to catch at least a glimpse, just something that didn’t make me feel like you weren’t real or something to tell me you were safe!”

You were weeping, and he wanted to wipe it all away, but he didn’t feel like he had the right to. Your words crushed him and he knew he deserved this feeling of anguish after making you feel it for so long.

He remembers the day he met you, how elated he felt in such a tiny body with such a big grin. He was so shy then, completely innocent to the world his father laid out for him, he couldn’t say a word to you. You looked at him with big eyes and an open mouth, not understanding the pull you were feeling, it was too soon, you both were so young. You were so pretty to him, like all the flowers that surrounded you both, he had to leave before he could hear your name but in his heart he called you petal. Even much later when he did find out everything about who you were, in his heart you were still petal, fragile in his world, he wouldn’t let you enter it.

He wanted to tell you how hard it was to stay away, how his body rejected the idea of being apart from you. He knew the pain it caused you both, but in his mind it would be worth it. You would live a safer life without him, and while it might not feel complete it was better than exposing you to the danger he could not leave. He hoped in his abstinence he would crave you less as time went on, but it never lessened, so he watched you from afar, making sure you were always safe.

“Petal,” he lets out a deep sigh, and your heart flutters at the sound, hoping you aren’t imagining the affection in his voice.

He doesn’t know what to say to comfort you, he never has before. In all the moments he’s interfered with your life to keep you from harm, he always walked away before he could give into the temptation of talking to you, how his tongue burned to ask you if you were okay each time and how he bit it to stop himself.

“You know who I am, and I am so sorry the universe picked the likes of me for someone as beautiful as you,” he holds your gaze with sincerity, you didn’t think that look could break your soul, but it does. You miss your boxy smiled boy, you both should’ve lived in that moment so long ago forever. In this world, soulmates were an ugly thing.

“I never wanted you to stay away Taehyung,” why did you have to say his name for the first time with such sadness? He smiles humourlessly to himself, if he thought the pain of staying away was unbearable, he didn’t know how to describe this new torture.

“Petal, I’m a monster,” he says disgusted with himself. He hated that this was what he was in front of you, the day he met you he wanted to become your prince and instead he became king of hell on Earth, a depth he would never let you reach.

“Did you ask me if I cared? Did you say a word to me before tonight Taehyung!”

“You didn’t need to tell me, I could see it on your face,” he scoffed. You didn’t expect the hurt to crack through his mask, but for a second you could see how deep it ran. A fear of rejection like your own, and you realised maybe you both hurt each other.

“I was sixteen Taehyung,” you say softly, not wanting to break the mask as much as wanting to take it off. “I was shocked, but then it passed and I put my faith in the universe because it wouldn’t have picked you if you weren’t made for me.”

It’s getting harder for him to keep his mask from slipping off, if only he were the type of man to deserve you, maybe then this wouldn’t be so hard.

“I was just waiting for you to come around,” you whisper. “I didn’t want to push you, so I waited because in my heart I knew one day it would be okay.”

“I don’t think that days today Y/n,” he says bringing it all to an end and shattering any hope you had left. He watches you begin to cry painfully, your soul anxious at being hollow once again. It becomes too much and you curl into yourself, digging your nails into your skin, not letting yourself watch him as he gets up and leaves you alone once again.

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[30/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡