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BTS Kim Taehyung x reader |The Woman At the Bar| Oneshot

pairing: office worker! taehyung x mysterious woman! fem reader

genre: mystery au | explores dark themes | supernatural au

author’s note: the build up is a bit slow partially because it’s my first time writing a fanfic but trust me the the story is quite the treat. just stay tuned in till the end :)

disclaimer:

the following story contains content that explores sensitive and mature themes that may not be suitable for the audience.

hence, viewers discretion is advised

trigger warning: mentions of depression, abetment of suicide.

5 June 2024, Friday

Gigophone Headquarters, Seoul.

8:15 p.m.

Taehyung’s pov

“Jin hyung, want to go out for drinks today?” I plead as hyung just looks at me cryptically and declines by shaking his head sideways.

why? i need someone to accompany me while i have my daily dose of liquor and i choose you today, jin hyung.

“Please brother, the drinks are on me this time.” i insist, yet again, receiving a devastating sigh from him as i anticipate a no.

“Okay but only this one time” Jin hyung says coldly, this was to my surprise

I smile at him and nod my head

As we’re walking towards the bar, which is located in the same vicinity as our office so we didn’t have to walk much, I feel a tap on my shoulders.

I turn to look around but I spot no one.

“what happened Taehyung? is there something on your shoulder?” Jin hyung asks concerned

“No-no hyung. I just felt something on my back probably a twig?” i dismiss the sensation i felt on my shoulder.

time skip.

In the Bar:

8:40 p.m.

Author’s p.o.v.

“ Our boss is such an A-hole, that bastard has kept my promotion on hold since the last two years. “

taehyung groans in frustration as jin just sighs as he pushes back his spectacles upwards to correct its position on his nose bridge.

“he still favours you a lot as two years ago” jin says ominously. if taehyung wasn’t aware about jin’s professionalism, he would have thought that jin sounds salty but that isn’t the case.

“i know i know but he thinks i don’t deserve the raise until i prove my competency again” taehyung rolls his eyes as he blurts this out, half wasted.

taehyung loosens his tie as he feels the warmth due to the drink creeping up

Seokjin can hold his alcohol well but cannot hold his pee. he excuses himself to use the washroom.

Suddenly, while Taehyung is immersing himself with the club’s ambience and his bitter drink, a woman enters the bar.

the woman is dressed in complete black. her black satin dress hugging her curves, her medium length silky hair reaching her mid-back with red streaks at the end, wearing two inch pointed YSL heels and carrying a black bag that slung around her shoulders. she is the embodiment of beauty.

she walks over to where the taehyung is sitting.

“Good Day Sir, May I have one glass of vodka topped with soda?” the woman in black asks

the waiter mesmerized by her charisma responds, “Sure madam, drinks are on the table today”, she smiles at this statement.

taehyung’s pov

‘what a seductress.’ i think as i feel myself growing hot because of this new presence in this club.

the woman takes her drink and then places herself on the seat right next to mine.

i can see her up close, her features are remarkable but she feels somewhat familiar . have i seen her somewhere? is she perhaps a model?

I’m pulled out of my train of thoughts when she snaps her fingers at me, grabbing my attention.

“Hi, I’m-“ loud music overrides her statement so i never get to know my name and to not sound aloof i don’t ask for her name again either.

“Taehyung.” i say, “What is a pretty girl like you doing in this cheap bar?” I ask curiously. by the looks of her attire, she looks like she lives a lavish life.

“Just reclaiming what’s mine” she says in a weird tone. ah whatever, i’m too drunk to decipher the underlying message of her statement.

her hand slowly starts to travel up my right thigh, whew that is hot but too fast too.

“ma’am, i’m not that easy” i state coquettishly as i remove her hand from my thigh and place a gentle peck on the back of it.

“oh really?” she says smirking a little

she then sips her drink, leaving a red lipstick stain on the glass and offers me to drink from it

i look at her lips. she has some kind of charm to her, she is so fucking pretty.

beep. beep.

my phone rings,

a notification pops up

“when are you returning home?”

the text displays

i grunt in annoyance

“half an hour” i text back dryly.

i keep my phone to the side again, i better go get jin hyung so that we can leave for home.

the pretty lady catches my eye again as she offers her drink to me, once again.

i politely decline. “no thank you madam.” i say. even when you’re 29, stranger danger still exists.

a slight frown forms on her face as she persists for me to have a sip.

I feel annoyed so I get up, bow to her and leave to find Jin hyung. he must be in the washroom.

I enter the men’s washroom. I knock on the door in which Jin hyung is but he asks for five more minutes.

Just as he says that, I feel the door knob click before me as I sense another person entering the bathroom stall as well.

The lady at the bar has invaded the men’s washroom.

I’m too drunk. this has to be it. otherwise, why would a woman enter into our territory?

“Taehyung-ah” she calls out my name

oh shit. she is inside the men’s washroom. i feel scared, doldrum and fear creeping in, never in a lifetime has anyone made me as uncomfortable as her.

my safety is compromised.

I compel for Jin hyung to get out as quickly as possible amidst ignoring her reprimands for not responding to her well.

He gets out, he sees the woman inside, he washes his face, to get a clear view of her, he looks shocked as he contemplates her existence in the washroom.

He grabs my hand and rushes out of the washroom, going over to pay the bill for our drinks.

My head starts throbbing a lot.

Suddenly, the woman screams at the top of her lungs. “Taehyung” that’s all she says.

my headache grows worse

she jumps onto me and starts attacking me by clinging to me.

I scream back in protest, trying to defend myself.

Everyone else in the club except for Jin hyung because he has gone over to pay our liquor dues gathers around us

Seeing the lady ferociously attached to me like a beast, they try to remove her grasp over mine.

They succeed so in doing that, her nails engraved marks onto my skin.

What a crazy woman

“Who are you miss? why are you troubling this fine gentleman? you know you could be locked up for physical harassment?” one of the people from the crowd asks her.

“I AM HIS WIFE” she shouts at the man

a brick hit my head, is this gaslighting or no way…is she my wife??

my head hurts a lot

the woman comes closer to me, “I’M YOUR WIFE TAEHYUNG, YOUR WIFE, YOU LOVE ME AND YOU ALWAYS WILL LOVE ME. EVEN DEATH CANNOT DO US PART” she says.

My wife…?? Why do I have no recollection of her then? who is she really?

so many unanswered questions flash my mind, why can i not remember what happened two years ago.

what? why did i suddenly think of what happened two years ago.

Suddenly i feel a broad, well built chest hugging me, i look up at his tears stained cheeks.

Jin hyung is weeping sorrowfully but why?

“your wife is dead, Taehyung, Y/N is dead”

too much to decipher, i fade into unconsciousness.

Author’s POV

flashback

5th July 2022

“Happy birthday sweetie, daddy loves you so much”, Taehyung says that to his five years old daughter

“Thank you so much Appa”, His daughter says smilingly.

His daughter then looks at him and smiles sadly, “Daddy, mommy made me a cake”

Taehyung listens to her surprised

“A cake? your mommy baked you a cake? aww that’s so nice of her” He says praising you.

“But she added salt instead of sugar” Minjee sighs as she says that.

“Sure it wasn’t intentional sweetie, mommy loves you a lot!” Taehyung says while he internally is aware of the truth.

“Mommy loves me? I’m sure she wants me dead” a frown forms on her face as she states this into nothingness, she quickly plasters her face with a giggle to not make the ambience of the house depressing.

Taehyung hugs his daughter, she is so mature for her age, he feels angry at you for not controlling your sentiments towards your own blood.

“How do you know that honey, every mother loves her child” taehyung tries to convince his daughter but his attempts go futile,

“She’s been bathing me with rubber gloves on, the thought of touching me with her bare hands repulses her”, minjee says with pools of tears in her eyes.

Taehyung tries to change the topic by bringing up the fact that Minjee’s grandfather, your father who is also the chairman of the company he’s working for, has nominated him for a promotion.

“That is so cool daddy, I’m so proud of you” Minjee says as she pecks his cheeks afterwards to congratulate his victory, he smiles and looks at her endearingly.

He goes into his shared room with you, his wife, who has been diagnosed with post partum depression due to the twin you miscarried while having Minjee.

“WHAT KIND OF SICK MOTHER ARE YOU?” taehyung screams at you

you say nothing

“Answer me Y/N” he says strictly, “YOU COULDNT EVEN MAKE HER A NORMAL CAKE, YOU WASH HER USING A GLOVE? HOW THE FUCK DOES SOMEONE HATE THEIR OWN AKIN?” he continues raging.

“I don’t want to hate her Taehyung”, you say crying,

“She’s my own, how can I hate her but whenever I go near her, I feel disgusted with myself and her, for some reason, i just cannot shake this feeling and this is causing a wreak havoc in my life!”, you continue,

“I’m a terrible mother, I’m not even a mother for how I feel towards my own child, I’m a moster!” you exclaim.

“THEN FUCKING CHANGE YOURSELF” he shouts at you.

“the therapy is not working, i just hate her so much. sometimes i wish for her death” you scream

taehyung feels something switch within himself, he simply grabs your shoulders, set up a noose using his belt, “you die, not her” he says without thinking and then leaves the room going to meet his daughter.

After some time, silence is all he hears in this house but then suddenly the door bell rings, revealing his father in law who also happens to be his boss.

“How are you taehyung, happy birthday to my little princess”, your father takes out a large trunk filled with toys for his beloved granddaughter.

Minjee hugs her grandfather and peppers his cheeks with little kisses as a sign of affection.

“Okay now let me go meet my daughter, Taehyung, son, please call her”

Taehyung complies as he opens the door.

he falls on his knees to his horror, as he sees you hanging from the fan with the same noose he tied for her.

He feels his heart and his head throbbing, realising he has a heart attack, he falls down.

He hears footsteps coming inside, he then grasps faint shouting from your father.

…flashback ends

5th july 2024, 9:40 p.m.

Taehyung regains his consciousness with fleeting memories from the past.

He has had another heart attack due to the sudden whiplash of events from the past.

“TAEHYUNG” jin calls out to him as taehyung slowly opens his eyes, his heart rate returning to normalcy

he hears another cry, “Appa” from his daughter whom he started to ignore ever since that incident, he got into anti depressants and memory suppressants which repressed a part of his hippocampus’s ability to remember heart wrenching moments.

he has forgotten about the existence of his little family due to the medication and the deep state of trauma but his daughter did not deserve this.

He immediately hugs his daughter and apologises to her for putting her through so much bullshit, she hugs him back. (she will need a lot of therapy when she grows up god)

“Taehyung, you had been in coma ever since the incident at the bar” Jin says worried.

“Hyung, was Y/N really there? you saw her didn’t you? Hyung please answer, she’s alive right?” Taehyung says with glint of hope in his eyes, hoping his lover is alive and well.

Jin looks down at his feet, “you’ve been suffering from visual and auditory ever since the…everything happened in the club was in your imagination that’s why i wasn’t willing to accompany you that day because you imagine her especially on that day, the same thing happened last year but not as severe as you going bonkers and then landing up in a coma” he says sadly.

Taehyung feels upset evidently, he apologises to Jin hyung and then his daughter, “I promise I will provide you with everything you want, I will compensate you for all the emotional damage by diligently going to therapy and actually trying to heal and move on”, he trails

“as for her, I haven’t processed her death yet so I will unfold myself slowly during the therapy session and hoping I could also reconcile with my father in law but i don’t think that would be possible anytime soon” he says maturely and then faints

3 years later.

Taehyung is sitting on a crimson coloured sofa in the confines of his therapist’s office whose name he keeps on forgetting as she sits in her white blouse, black pencil skirt in front of him, holding a notepad in her hand with a pencil stuck to her hair as a hair pin, scribbling down his condition and symptoms. She has administered him with a large dose of anti depressants to deal with his post grief depressive syndrome which has resulted in the suppression of few parts of his memories while this does not disrupt his daily life routine but surely does provide minor inconvenience such as forgetting trivial details. although the medication and counselling sessions have thoroughly helped him gain clarity over his past and how to deal with the trauma he has been through to be able to nurture and nurse his daughter better but still he is a lot of therapy sessions behind to reach the state of invigoration.

The therapy session begins:

“ so the medications are working, sir? “, the therapist asks.

“yes ma’am, I have reconciled with my father in law while I now prove myself to be worthy enough of that promotion, madam.”, Taehyung replies, delivering the happy news that she acknowledges with a cryptic nod.

“I think we’re ready to unpack now.” she says, expecting him to speak about the most crucial part of his past, you.

Taehyung breathes in to relax before saying, “about her? well i think i’m ready as well to face my inner demons, to face her.”

the therapist puts her notepad down on the table and sighs. Taehyung looks at her expectantly.

Therapist: we’ll go over that in our next session, till then, take care mister taehyung.

Taehyung nods his head in agreement to her statement, smiles at her, “Thank you so much for your help till this moment, miss..” ah there he goes forgetting her name yet again.

“Ah you seem to have forgotten my name mister kim”, the therapist smirks to which taehyung just shoots a boxy smile and says, “sorry madam.”

The next statement of hers, rubs that smile off his face and sends chills down his spine as she says her name.

“Y/N”.

the end