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yoongi’s poems | 1
look up, Hoseok said the stars are bright oh, they’re beautiful what a sight
the clouds parted to let the moon pass through ah, how breathtaking and how absolutely true
you’re beautiful, he thinks even more so than the skies but you’d never believe me you’d only think it was a lie
yoongi’s poems | 2
I wanted to hold you as close as the sea caresses the white sand, as close as the wind embraces birds in flight
oh, my heart it aches with desire fantasies incomparable
to your mere existence
yoongi’s poems | 3
the feelings had rushed through me unexpectedly I knew what they were, I knew what it meant many years ago, I felt them and I know what pain comes with it
your proximity shakes my world you’re so easy to reach out to, but so hard to understand unknowingly, you hooked me
I shouldn’t be feeling this, I’m dismissing my emotions, something I hardly allow
but for you, for us, for them this is the only way I can love without destruction
yoongi’s poems | 4
slowly, surely I slipped deep deeper into my own mind
destructive, desolate, painful, lonely
why was I capricious?
yoongi’s thoughts | 5
we’ve fought battles and won the wars we’ve witnessed the same fight
sometimes I look at you and think of the roads we have walked to be where we are now
you’ve grown, I said and you only glanced up almost indifferent because I always tell you that
no, Hoseok says, not as much as I’d like
don’t let perfectionism and your drive and hunger blind you from your accomplishments
Hoseok smiles, that painfully vacant smile I know, he said, before looking away
yoongi’s thoughts | 6
the way you look at me makes me believe I’m something special
the way you smile at me makes me assume that I am the cause
the way you cry behind me makes me cave to care
why won’t you let me love you?
- yg
taehyung’s poison | 1
the wind was harsh against my skin it bit my flesh, gave me chills I walked on, aimlessly, distractedly there wasn’t anywhere else but home
the moment I stepped inside I was greeted cheerfully, warmly where did you go, Jungkook had asked but I didn’t hear and disappeared
and no one looked for me which was a relief because had I really thought that they actually would?
Not the Time | drabble
member: Taehyung-centric | mentions of Seokjin genre: angst rating: pg-15 t/w: death
wherein Taehyung is the grim reaper.
Taehyung’s grip on his scythe tightened as he watched the next person he was supposed to welcome. The man was over-joyous, filled with life and happiness, as he kissed his wife goodbye. His child, barely able to walk without stumbling, had stood up shakily. The man reached down to catch him after he managed to take a few steps. Taehyung could hear their laughter from where he stood, light and genuine. He glanced down at his wrist—the minute timer etched onto his rotting skin determined the amount of time he had before it was time to guide a soul to the gates. It was not moving yet.
15:00
The man finally left his house, finally got into his car, and finally began his journey to work. The timer began. Taehyung sat in the back seat, admiring the little details of life that people never noticed. To have a preferred route to work where there were more trees and less houses. To change the radio station often but finally settling on switching it off, rolling down the windows instead. To prefer leaving the house way before time to not have to succumb to rushing around. Taehyung was then sitting in the front seat, full on examining this man. Even though he was what people deemed the ‘Grim Reaper’, he could feel what it was like to live.
9:19
Taehyung wasn’t surprised when the man pulled up to the train station, immediately finding an empty parking spot. Driving to his office would surely take more time than taking public transport. He followed closely behind the man as he scanned his card and walked through the turnstile. Was this where he would have a heart attack? Accidentally fall onto the tracks? That’s the only thing that irked Taehyung about his job—his instructions were so vague that he always needed to follow them around until the timer stopped. Before going to the platform, the man went to a vending machine to grab a can of coffee. Taehyung almost smiled when the man cussed for not having enough change in his wallet. Suddenly, the man’s phone rang.
5:26
It was the first time for Taehyung to be confused as he worked. He knew his target, had scanned through his whole life before coming to down. He was a part of Death, he was the creation of God, and he didn’t have the ability to feel like a mortal. But he was confused as he found himself sitting in the back seat of the man’s car again. This time, the radio was blasting and the man was speeding back, he assumed, home. He hadn’t caught the conversation he had with the caller. Taehyung only remembered the wild eyes, the sudden break of sweat, the frantic movements to push past the crowded station. He watched now as tears burst from the man’s eyes. Taehyung stared at the road and heard thunder even though the sky was clear. He glanced down at his wrist.
0:59
The scene at his house was chaotic. A woman’s anguished screaming—his wife, his wife who not long ago was gentle and calm and happy. Taehyung stepped hesitantly into the house, rethinking his task. He worked around the idea that… but it couldn’t be possible. How could Death deceive him? The man followed the voice upstairs to find his wife clawing at a door, nails and fingers tinted red. He pushed his wife aside forcefully and began kicking the door. Taehyung stood behind them, watching, anticipating. His scythe began to glow as the person’s life tugged on its line.
0:23
It felt like a long time before the door burst open. It revealed the little boy face-down in the bathtub, unmoving. His wife immediately pushed past her husband, scrambling to pull the small thing out of the water. She howled, “Seokjin, Seokjin, do something.” But the man had frozen. He could only sputter.
0:18
Taehyung deadpanned, unable to understand their turmoil. He just needed to do his job; he momentarily wondered why Death had given him the wrong man to follow. So, he waited until the boy’s heartbeats began to slow before he stepped around the petrified man and into the bathroom. Taehyung removed the hood of his cloak, baring his half rotten face, waiting to greet the tiny soul that would soon flutter from the boy.
0:12
A disorientated grunt, a stumble, and a fall. The man, Seokjin, had crumbled to the ground. His wife, clutching the cold boy to her chest, did not notice. Her panting grew deeper but her tears had stopped. Taehyung felt the life, the love and the joy and the contentment that he had witnessed in the family before, dwindle down like a candle’s flame on its last breaths. He cracked his neck and knelt next to the woman. The scythe now burned in his grip.
0:05
0:04
0:03
0:02
Finally, a sob from Seokjin.
0:01
The child’s heart thumped. Once. Twice. Then there was silence.
0:00
Taehyung smiled at the floating soul that materialised in front of him and offered him his hand. The little boy smiled back before taking it.
yoongi’s thoughts | 8
I think you were the key to the heart I had forbid to keep on feeling
To keep out the sticks of criticism To keep out the stones of skepticism
Unknowingly I had silenced my own self Too afraid to be exposed to emotion
Unwilling to be hurt yet again but you, you
you tore down my walls you dug through the rubble in search of the key
you didn’t find it so you tried to break down the door instead
Hoseok, you don’t know what you have done for my heart
and I know I can never repay you
- yg
yoongi’s thoughts | 7
last night you came to me as though I were dreaming
your worn eyes, your worn heart seeking refuge in me in my touch, in my voice
as you spilled out your worries to me I wondered if I could do the same
the longing I felt to push my hands further up your shaking arm to sit closer, to stare longer
it hurt more so than watching from afar more so than grasping this secret tightly
- yg
taehyung’s poison | 2
wondering about the path I am on scares me
I am already walking down it, already adapting to the roads
somehow I always end up looking back, desperate to learn from my faded self
I try to climb high enough to see the end, the fall erases my strength increasingly
and I fail to find solace anywhere, I don’t want to be here anylonger
this hurts, it’s torture can’t you let me go?
- th
yoongi’s thoughts | 11
my mind went blank like the calm seas
within me I heard the waves crashing hard
like looking up at the night sky I see nothing but flickering
was this love now numb? or was I dreaming?
- yg
yoongi’s thoughts | 10
the way you pulled your hand away the way your eyes saturated with misery
it clawed at my heart and toyed with my mind
how thin was the line separating us? when our comfort was akin to lovers?
It is a bad day was all Hoseok said Please leave me alone was what he implied
my smile, reserved it would be hypocritical to want more my mind, devoid how did I allow myself to end up here? my heart, crumbling
- yg
Tomorrow, Be Ours | Preview 6
member: Taehyung genre; rating: angst ; R w/c: 862 chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7
their childhoods were paved in such a way that they would end up being in power of the underground.
this is the 6/7 preview for Memento Mori.
also posted in ao3
It was the cherry of the cake, the whipped cream on dessert, the chocolate sauce over the ice-cream. Taehyung had dragged his finger across the surface, tasting only the compliments that went with the actual dish. Undoubtedly he craved for more, but Jimin did not allow it. That selfish bastard; Taehyung knew he wanted the glory to himself, knew that he and Jungkook were only luggage because it was at Jimin’s strongest point that he pried the opportunities away from them.
Did he think he was the only one that wanted to rise above his fucked up life?
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