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Yoongi was five years old when him and his family move into a new house in favor of being closer to the place his father works in. He had lived a fairly normal life for a five-year-old. He doesn’t have any sibling or lots of friends but his mother is always there to play with him and his father takes it upon himself to buy him all of the toys he could ever want. They are not rich, far from it actually, but being an only child has its perks at times like this.
Yoongi loves their new house. It is bigger than before and they’re far away from that annoying neighbor they had back at their old neighborhood. He loves the food his mother cooks and he’s happy that they’re spending a lot more time together now that she stopped working and chose to focus on taking care of him instead. He loves his mother a lot. She reads him different bedtime stories every night before he goes to sleep and kisses him on the forehead before saying goodnight.
She would turn the lights off, keeping the lamp on because Yoongi hates the dark, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
Yoongi loves their new house and those that comes with it. He loves the big bathroom with the bathtub because they didn’t have one in their old house. He loves the kitchen because he can run around while his mother cooks breakfast. He loves their living room with its comfortable couch and huge television where Yoongi can watch all the cartoons that he wants to watch. He’ll start school this year so he wants to enjoy his free time as much as he can because he heard from the mean boy next door that school is annoying. Yoongi hates anything annoying so he’ll probably hate school too.
Yoongi loves everything in their new house but there’s one thing that he doesn’t like.
Yoongi doesn’t like his bedroom.
He tells his mother all the time that he wants to sleep next to them but she declines with a sweet smile on her face, saying that he should get used to sleeping alone because he’s growing up.
But Yoongi can’t help it.
The moment the door closes behind his mother, Yoongi would force his eyes shut, pulling the blanket all the way to his chin. He’ll count to ten and that’s when it starts.
Yoongi would feel cold air against his neck and the sound of someone heavily breathing. He would feel the blanket tug itself down until it’s only covering half of him, but Yoongi would keep his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to see anything. He doesn’t want to be scared but this is really making it hard for him to do so. He’s only imagining things, Yoongi would repeat inside his head, but the feeling of fingers touching his cheek always makes him shiver.
“You’re not real,” Yoongi would whisper with his small trembling voice.
A childish laugh invades his senses, almost making him snap his eyes open in panic. “I am real.” It sounds like a boy. And his voice sends shivers down Yoongi’s spine. He feels a lot colder, breath stuck in his throat. This is the first time he’s ever heard a voice. It’s always just this weird feeling of someone watching – it’s never like this.
Yoongi feels his chest constrict in fear, eyes tearing up despite being shut tightly. He brings his hands up and presses his palms against his eyes, praying that it would get rid of the scary feeling and sound. “Why do you never look at me?” the boy asks, making Yoongi sob in fear. It’s not real, he repeats in his head. He’s just imagining everything. It’s not real.
“Go away!” he yells, screaming and kicking as tears escape his eyes. “I don’t like you! Go away!”
He feels the air getting colder, fear heightening and taking over his senses. Silence surrounds him, and for a while, he thought that it’s over. The boy is gone and Yoongi is alone in his room once again. That was until he feels a tight grip on his wrists, forcing them away from his face.
Yoongi screams, eyes snapping open only to be met by the sight of a boy hovering above him with those wide scary eyes dimly illuminated by the light of the lamp beside the bed. The boy’s lips quirk up into a huge smile, staring at Yoongi unblinkingly. “Finally,” he says with a loud laugh, making Yoongi scream even louder with more tears escaping his eyes. “You can’t get away now.”
“No! Go away!” Yoongi yells, trying to pull his arms away from the boy’s touch. He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t want to be friends with this boy at all because he’s too scary. Why can’t he just leave Yoongi alone? Yoongi just wants to sleep. Yoongi doesn’t like the boy.
The door slams open, revealing his mother who’s looking around the room frantically and searching for any sign of danger. Yoongi suddenly feels the weight above him get lifted, and when he looks at where the boy used to be, he sees nothing.
Yoongi pushes the blanket off of him before running to his mother and clinging onto her legs tightly. “Mommy!” he yells, crying and drenching the woman’s clothes with his tears. “Mommy, I don’t like it here anymore!”
The woman sighs, crouching down only to wrap her arms around Yoongi and pick him up. Yoongi wraps his arms around her neck, still sobbing with his cheeks pressed against his mother’s. She starts to walk and Yoongi realizes that she’s just taking him back to his bed. “No!” Yoongi yells, trying to pull himself away from her but she tightens her grip, not allowing him to do so.
“Yoongi, honey, please stop crying. You were just having a nightmare.”
Yoongi shakes his head frantically as she puts him back on his bed, fingers carding through his hair in an attempt to untangle the strands while soothing his fear. “But Mommy-”
“Go back to sleep, sweetheart, Mommy would stay here until you fall asleep,” she says in a soft voice which would usually soothe Yoongi’s nerves, but this time, it doesn’t do anything to make him feel better.
Yoongi hears a soft giggle from his other side, and he swears that he could see the boy standing in his closet, watching him with those wide scary eyes. He shivers.
“Mommy, there’s a boy in my closet and he’s scaring me,” Yoongi cries, small hands clenching his mother’s shirt.
“There’s no one there, Yoongi. He’s not real. Go to sleep.”
Except he is.
Yoongi looks at the closet to see the boy’s huge eyes staring at him.
Oh, he’s real.
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Yoongi cries to his father when he gets back home the next morning, begging him to let him sleep with them instead because his room is scary. The man sighs, looks Yoongi in the eyes and tells him that he’s a big boy now so he shouldn’t be scared of sleeping alone. Yoongi then starts ranting about how there was another boy in his room and how Yoongi doesn’t want to be his friend because he’s scary so he really, really wants to sleep in his parents’ bedroom now.
The man looks at his wife and she only shakes her head with worry and confusion.
“I checked the entire room and no one was there. There wasn’t any sign of forced entry. His window is locked,” the woman says as she watches her son sleeping soundly between her and her husband.
“Was he hurt?” he asks, pulling the blanket further so it would cover Yoongi’s body up to his chin.
“No, he was just crying there alone,” she answers.
✾
Yoongi never went back to his room after that. He would even cry if they try to tell him to get a set of clothes for him to wear after taking a bath. His mother is very worried. It’s not normal for children to have an irrational fear of something that doesn’t even exist, right? She would understand if he’s this afraid because of the dark, but this is different – so much different – something she, herself, couldn’t even begin to understand.
✾
Yoongi’s mother is cooking a meal for dinner and Yoongi is just playing by himself in the living room. Toy cars are scattered all over the floor, with the little boy’s giggles and car noises echoing throughout the room.
His small hand grabs the white toy car, eyebrows furrowing and bottom lip jutting out into a pout. His black toy car is missing. “Mommy!” he yells, standing up on his two feet and stumbling a little before finally finding his balance and running towards the direction of the kitchen. His mother is humming to herself while stirring something on the pot. Yoongi tugs her on the hem of her shirt, eyes looking up to get her attention. “Mommy, where’s my black car? My favorite car.”
The woman smiles, hand reaching down to pat Yoongi on the head. “You probably left it in our room, sweetheart.”
Yoongi frowns. “But I was playing with it just now!”
“Just go look for it in our room, Yoongi. You just forgot to bring it.”
Yoongi huffs but walks back to their room anyway. He couldn’t play with the other cars if his favorite is missing! It would be so unfair!
He reaches the bedroom, reaching for the doorknob and pushing the door open to let himself in.
And just like what his mother said, the toy car is there, exactly in the middle of the bed. “How did you get there?” Yoongi asks in confusion, feet moving so he could reach his toy and go back to playing immediately.
But as soon as he touches the toy car, the door slams close, startling Yoongi and making him drop the toy again. “Mommy? Why did you close the door?” Yoongi asks, voice trembling. He’s scared. He doesn’t like loud sounds. Why did she close the door like that while Yoongi is still inside? Is she mad at Yoongi for playing too much?
Yoongi runs towards the door, twisting the doorknob but it wouldn’t budge. Why wouldn’t it open?
“Mommy? I won’t play anymore. Please don’t get mad,” he cries out, still desperately trying to open it.
“Why didn’t you come back?” a voice sounds from behind him, making him suddenly freeze. It sounds like a boy. No, not just any other boy. It sounds like the boy from that night.
Yoongi turns around to face the same exact boy he saw before. But this time, instead of staring at him with those huge eyes and wide smile, he’s glaring at Yoongi with a scowl on his face instead. And oh, he looks so mad.
Yoongi opens his mouth but no sound came out. He feels tears forming on his eyes again and he didn’t hold it back, letting them fall on his cheeks. He’s really scary and Yoongi doesn’t like him.
“Why didn’t you come back?!” the boy yells, making Yoongi scream with a cry, closing his eyes and running towards the bed, burying himself under the cover.
“No, no,” he keeps on repeating in an attempt to forget what he saw. It’s not real. The boy is not real.
“Don’t cry,” the voice says again and Yoongi feels the bed dip as more weight is added to it. The blanket is soon pulled away from him completely, revealing his form to the other boy. “I’m Taehyung. I just want to be friends,” the boy says with a sad frown, eyes glistening with tears.
Yoongi stops crying after hearing the soft voice, small sniffles filling up the silence. “Y-You’re scary.”
Taehyung tilts his head to the side, wide eyes staring at Yoongi, unblinking. “You don’t have to be scared of me. I would never hurt you. Just come back to our bedroom.”
Yoongi frowns, pulling himself into a sitting position. “That’s my room. Mommy says you’re not real.”
Taehyung’s gaze hardens. “I am real,” he says. He reaches forward to hold Yoongi’s hand, tightening his grip around it even when Yoongi tries to pull away. Taehyung is a lot stronger. Too strong for his size and age. “They’re wrong. I’m real. You shouldn’t believe them, Yoongi. They’re crazy.” Yoongi just stares at Taehyung’s eyes, seemingly deep in trance. Taehyung smiles. This human is his after all. “Come back to our room. You only have to stay with me and no one else.”
Yoongi nods, face completely emotionless. “Okay,” he says. With that, Taehyung grins widely, intertwining his fingers with Yoongi’s before pulling him back to the boy’s former room – he one he couldn’t even step a foot in a few minutes ago.
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Yoongi’s mother was shocked when she saw him playing alone in his room happily, but thought nothing of it. Yoongi probably got rid of his fear and that’s perfect. It’s good that Yoongi isn’t scared anymore.
Yoongi moved back to his room. His mother asked why but he just smiled and answered that he got a new friend.
✾
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Yoongi’s mother says with a gentle smile, tucking him in and pressing a kiss on his forehead.
“Mommy, turn the lamp off please,” he says, making the woman freeze in surprise.
“Why? You told me you didn’t like the dark.”
Yoongi just smiles before looking at the corner of the room. “Taehyungie doesn’t like it when it’s bright so he said I should turn the light off.”
The woman’s head snaps towards the direction Yoongi is looking at only to see nothing there. She presses her palm on the boy’s forehead to see if he has a fever, but no, his temperature is normal. “Wouldn’t you be scared?” she asks worriedly. Why is Yoongi acting weird?
“No,” Yoongi says with a shake of his head. “Taehyungie will sleep next to me so I won’t be scared ever again.”
✾
“Taehyungie,” Yoongi calls as soon as the door is shut. Darkness surrounds them as Taehyung holds Yoongi’s hand tightly while facing the boy. They’re both covered by the blanket and Yoongi feels a lot safer with Taehyung so close to him. “Why can’t Mommy see you?” he asks, frowning at the thought. It’s unfair. He wants his mother to meet his best friend.
“You’re special,” Taehyung answers with a smile. “And I don’t care if they don’t see me. I’m happy with you.”
“Really?” Yoongi asks with a giggle.
“Yeah,” Taehyung replies. “You’re my human.”
Yoongi purses his lips, furrowing his eyebrows as he tries to think deeply. “What does that mean?”
Taehyung grins. “It means you’re mine.”
Yoongi shakes his head, not quite understanding what Taehyung meant by that. “I don’t understand.”
“Do you want to hear a story?” Taehyung asks and Yoongi nods excitedly in response. He loves stories!
Taehyung smiles, and Yoongi thinks it almost looks pained. It’s like when Yoongi just went home from the dentist after having a tooth removed and his mother asks him if he’s alright. Yoongi just nodded and smiled even though it still hurts because he doesn’t want her to worry – Taehyung looks like that now.
“There was a prince and he loved someone very, very much.”
Yoongi’s eyes widen in excitement. He loves stories like this! The prince always saves the princess at the end of the story! Yoongi is a smart boy and he would know since his mother always reads him bedtime stories.
“Is he a prince of a beautiful kingdom?”
Taehyung laughs. “He’s the prince of hell.”
“But- Taehyungie, isn’t hell a bad place? Then he’s a bad prince, right?” Yoongi goes to the church with his parents on Sundays sometimes, and the priest would talk about how sinners and bad people will go to hell. Hell is scary. Why would Taehyung tell him a story about a scary prince?
Taehyung’s smile drops as soon as he says that. “Hell isn’t bad, Yoongi.”
Yoongi nods guiltily. “Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” He tightens his hold on Taehyung’s hand, placing it between them so they’re facing each other a lot closer. “Tell me the story.”
Taehyung smiles again and Yoongi already feels better. He likes it when Taehyung smiles. “The prince loved a beautiful soul and he swore that he would do everything for them to be together.”
“Oh, is it a beautiful princess?”
“No,” Taehyung answers. “It was a beautiful boy, a fallen angel. The prince loved him very, very much. The soul is kind to everyone. He doesn’t like seeing anyone in pain and the prince wanted to change his ways for him. You see, hell is a very sad place. The prince had no one by his side. Everyone either fears or hates him and it makes the prince sad. But the boy – the boy was so beautiful and innocent. The prince wanted him so much.”
Yoongi stares at Taehyung, hanging onto every word he says. It’s very interesting. Yoongi didn’t know that a prince could also marry a boy. He thought it’s only princesses who are allowed to. Besides, Taehyung sounds so wise even though they look like they’re at the same age. Why does Taehyung talk like he knows a lot more than Yoongi? Yoongi is very smart too!
“He tried everything to gain the boy’s favor. He offered to change – give up his throne just so they could be together. The prince was willing to leave everything behind for the boy.”
“That’s so sweet.” Yoongi looks genuinely interested and it makes Taehyung’s heart ache a little. “Did they live happily ever after?”
“No,” Taehyung says. “Not yet.”
Yoongi gasps, a pained expression etched on his face. “But why? They should live happily ever after since the prince loved the boy!”
Taehyung lets out a sad laugh. “The boy didn’t love the prince.”
Yoongi’s lips tremble, eyes watering. “But the prince loves him! It’s unfair!”
“Well, the boy loved someone else. He loved another soul.”
Yoongi scoffs childishly. “I hate the boy.”
Taehyung chuckles. “You shouldn’t hate the boy. He’s very kind and beautiful. He’s the most beautiful soul in the whole universe.”
Yoongi’s eyes widen in amazement. “The whole universe? But the universe is very big!”
“Yeah.” Taehyung nods in agreement. “His soul is that beautiful.”
“What happened then? Did the beautiful boy fall in love with the prince too after some time?”
“No, Yoongi,” Taehyung replies sadly. Yoongi swears he could see Taehyung almost tearing up as he says that. “The boy went with the other soul so they could be reborn together. They promised to find each other in this big world so they could be together once again.”
“B-but the prince,” Yoongi whimpers, feeling immense pain in his chest. Why does this story hurt so much? This is the saddest story Yoongi has ever heard his entire life.
Taehyung forces a smile on his face, free hand reaching forward to tuck a strand of Yoongi’s hair behind his ear. “The prince swore to find the beautiful boy and make him his one day. And by then, no one else would ever tear them apart. Not the other soul the beautiful boy used to love – no one else.”
Yoongi nods fiercely in agreement. “I hope the prince finds the beautiful boy so they can be together and they’ll live happily ever after.”
Taehyung tightens his grip on Yoongi. His eyes look desperate and Yoongi feels himself shiver at the mere sight. “He will. I promise.”
✾
The first day of school came too soon. Yoongi nervously grips his bag, eyes darting everywhere, completely unused to being in such a crowded place. His mother crouches in front of him, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Go and make friends, okay? I’ll be here to pick you up after your classes.”
Yoongi nods hesitantly, trying to act brave in front of her. He’s a big boy now! He shouldn’t be scared of going to school alone.
“Okay, I have to go now, sweetheart. Have fun,” she leans forward to press a kiss on his cheek before standing up and patting him on the shoulder. He’s already in the assigned classroom and all the other students are there already.
She leaves the room with one last wave and Yoongi feels his anxiety build up once again at the sight of her leaving. Yoongi’s just about to stand up and run after his mother, but a tight grip on his hand stops him from doing so. He looks at his side only to see Taehyung standing there and holding his hand that is placed above the table. “I’m here,” he says with a smile. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Yoongi doesn’t know what that means but he just nods, offering Taehyung a smile. He trusts Taehyung and if Taehyung says that he’d be fine, then he surely would be.
✾
“Hello, why are you sitting alone?” Yoongi’s head snaps up to the source of the sound only to see a boy standing in front of his table, looking at him with curious eyes. “Do you want to play with me?”
Yoongi’s eyes sparkle in amazement. It’s the first boy who has ever asked him to play! Maybe he should follow his mother’s words and find friends. “You want to play with me?” Yoongi asks, deeply in awe.
The boy grins. “Yeah, of course.” He offers his hand to Yoongi, just waiting for the boy to take it.
Yoongi giggles excitedly, reaching forward to take the hand. He really wants to play with him. He has never played with anyone other than Taehyung before so maybe this would be fun too, right? And he seems like a good person too.
But before Yoongi could even reach the boy’s hand, the boy was pushed by an invisible force, sending him crashing down on the floor with a loud cry as he lands on the ground with his hand crushed under his weight. Yoongi pushes himself to help the boy up but the boy cries out in pain before Yoongi could even reach him, clutching his stomach tightly with his other hand.
Yoongi looks around, frantically searching for what caused that, only for Taehyung to suddenly become visible in front of him, looking at the boy on the ground with a malicious glint on his eyes. He looks so angry and Yoongi doesn’t know why. “Taehyung,” he calls, grabbing Taehyung’s hand so they’ll face each other. “Did you hurt him? Why would you do that?”
This isn’t right at all. His mother tells him all the time that he should never hurt anyone else so why is Taehyung hurting Yoongi’s friend?
“I told you to not talk to anyone else,” Taehyung replies harshly, looking too scary for a boy his age. Yoongi flinches at the loud sound, pulling away from the boy. “I’m the only one you should think of. Do it again and I’ll hurt all of them.”
Yoongi feels his eyes watering. He doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. Why would Taehyung say that?
Taehyung huffs, switching his attention back to the boy and delivering another kick on his stomach. “You worthless human. You think you can take him away from me?”
“Taehyung! Stop!” Yoongi yells, grabbing Taehyung by the hand and pulling him away from the crying boy. Yoongi turns his attention back to the boy, looking at him with an apologetic expression etched on his face. “I’m sorry. Taehyung was being mean and-”
“You’re crazy,” the boy whimpers, wiping his tears off with his free hand. He scrambles to get up from the floor, clutching his other hand gently which is bent in a weird angle. “Who are you talking to?! You’re crazy!”
The boy runs out of the room, crying. Yoongi just watches him go, feeling the sudden hint of loneliness at being left alone by a potentially new friend. He just wanted to play with someone. He sniffles, wiping his wet eyes with his sleeves. “Why would you do that?” he asks Taehyung, lips trembling through every word.
Taehyung just looks at him with an emotionless expression as if he asked something that doesn’t even need an explanation. “You should only ever care about me, Yoongi.”
✾
Yoongi’s parents are called to school to talk about Yoongi’s behavior. They apologized to the other boy’s parents and offered to take care of the medical expenses. Yoongi was scolded on the way home and told to stay in his room without his toys to think about what he did. He didn’t mention that it was Taehyung. They wouldn’t believe him anyway.
“Please don’t hurt anyone else. I don’t like seeing them hurt,” Yoongi cries to Taehyung as he’s still locked in his bedroom, arms wrapped tightly around the other boy and face buried on his shoulder as if Taehyung is the only thing he could hold onto.
Taehyung sighs, letting his fingers comb through Yoongi’s hair, trying to calm the crying boy. “You’re still too kind,” he says, a fond smile forming on his face. “You’re still as beautiful as before.”
Yoongi doesn’t understand what Taehyung means and why he’s talking so weirdly but he just tightens his grip around the other boy. He doesn’t have anyone by his side now. Everyone thinks he’s crazy. Everyone thinks he’s a bad person. Taehyung is the only one who’s still here.
“Listen to me,” Taehyung whispers, pulling away from Yoongi so they could match each other’s gaze. “You don’t need anyone, okay?”
“I- I can’t be friends with anyone?” Yoongi asks, letting his tears fall down his cheeks, chest constricting at the thought. Why can’t he have friends? Do they not like him? He was trying so hard to be liked too.
“No,” Taehyung answers. “They’d only hurt you. They think you’re crazy so they would never be kind to you, Yoongi. Do you want that? You want bad people to hurt you?”
“No!” Yoongi pushes his body forward, arms finding themselves around Taehyung once more. He sobs against Taehyung’s neck, letting his tears fall profusely.
“It’s okay, Yoongi,” Taehyung says soothingly, returning the hug just as tight. “I would never let them hurt you. I promise.”
✾
Yoongi’s classmates start to fear him from then on. No one would eat with him. No one wanted to play with him or even just talk. But it’s okay. Yoongi is fine all by himself. Besides, Taehyung is there most of the time unless he has something to do somewhere else (Yoongi doesn’t know where Taehyung is going and why he’s so busy when he’s just as old as Yoongi but he never asks).
Of course, there’s still one time when another kid tries to ask him to be friends, but after a particularly harsh shove that sent him tumbling down and crashing against the chairs behind him by an unknown and invisible force, he runs away from Yoongi in fear.
Yoongi expected that. He’s just happy that the boy didn’t get any injury this time. He really doesn’t want to get in trouble from his parents again.
But it’s fine. Yoongi likes being alone now anyway.
✾
When Yoongi turns eighteen, Taehyung is still there. A lot bigger than him now, but he’s still the same Taehyung Yoongi knew from years ago. Yoongi once asked him how old he is but Taehyung just said that his age is perceived the way Yoongi wanted to see him. Yoongi just took it as a sign that Taehyung is growing up with him.
Their heights changed but Taehyung remained the same.
Exactly the same.
He’s still there with his huge smiles and fond looks in his eyes, tight grips and immeasurable strength.
But that strength isn’t used that much anymore. Yoongi has long known his limits so Taehyung rarely feels upset when they’re together.
They still sleep on the same bed and although it feels a little weird for Yoongi to have another grown man on his bed and holding him tightly, he just brushes it off because it’s not a big deal. He had been sleeping next to Taehyung all of his life so this isn’t weird. This is normal.
But high school is a place full of people who are still filled with rage and confusion. People who are trying to know themselves. People who aren’t quite there yet.
And that also includes romantic relationships (which Yoongi isn’t quite bothered with because he can’t imagine himself being in a relationship with someone – he can’t even have friends so how will he form an intimate bond with another person?).
And bullies. Oh, the bullies.
Yoongi has been treated the same in high school. Everyone is still wary of him because news travel fast. Some of his former schoolmates also chose the same high school as him so it couldn’t possibly be avoided. He knew that his reputation would follow him all the way to his new start.
But it’s okay. More fear means that they wouldn’t get hurt because of Yoongi. And he has Taehyung – Taehyung will always be enough. He doesn’t need anyone else.
But when the bullies came to taunt Yoongi about being crazy, even goes to such lengths as to push him against the locker when no one’s around to witness, gripping his soft milky skin and leaving bruises there with how tight their hold is while they throw him all of the insults they could think off the top of their heads, Yoongi knew that this is not gonna end well. He’s more worried about these guys more than himself. His bruises will fade but their fear will remain forever.
And as Yoongi blinks right after the thought runs through his mind, he feels as the grip is completely ripped away from him, eyes landing on the familiar sight of Taehyung’s back. He’s a lot bigger now. And he looks a lot stronger too. Taehyung told Yoongi that his physical manifestation has nothing to do with his strength because he’s not human. He’s just as strong as he used to be when they first met when Yoongi is five. Yoongi finds it hard to believe that such a small kid back then would have the strength as the Taehyung in front of him now, but seeing everything Taehyung has done, he realizes that it’s not impossible.
He sees Taehyung grab one of the boys tightly by the arm – the one who left a bruise on Yoongi’s skin – bending the boy’s hand backwards until he hears the sound of bone cracking, followed by loud cries. The other men look around to find out what’s causing their friend that pain, but comes back empty-handed – no one else could see Taehyung other than Yoongi. They used the chance to run away, hoping that whatever it is will be too preoccupied with hurting their other friend to notice that they’re gone. But with one wave of Taehyung’s free hand towards the direction they’re going, their shirts immediately caught flame, travelling so fast across the fabric and burning skin. Their yells startle the other students as soon as they turn the corner, desperately pulling the fabric off their skin to get rid of the burn.
Taehyung releases the man, leaving him clutching his broken arm as he looks around him, filled with pain and confusion.
Taehyung walks towards Yoongi, hands immediately finding their way to cup Yoongi’s cheeks, worried gaze making Yoongi’s heart flutter a little. “Are you okay?” he asks, eyes drifting down to see Yoongi’s bruise without even letting Yoongi answer. His gaze hardens, anger appearing in his eyes at the sight. “They’ll pay for this.” His voice sends shivers down Yoongi’s spine – but it’s nothing new, Yoongi is used to this by now. “I’ll put them in their rightful place,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. He looks absolutely scary, eyes flashing red, and form feeling a lot larger than before.
Yoongi sees the boy with the broken arm force himself to stand up and run away before letting his gaze move back to Taehyung. “I’m okay,” he replies with a genuine smile, hand reaching up to hold Taehyung’s tightly. “I promise. Please don’t get mad anymore. I don’t like it when you’re mad.”
News about the three boys having mysterious deaths surround the school the next day. They were found in their own respective bedrooms, lifeless, with no sign of intrusion anywhere in the room. The police passed it off as heart attack, and nothing was heard about the case ever again.
Yoongi never asked Taehyung.
He doesn’t want to know the answer.
✾
Yoongi soon enters university, and it wasn’t that hard to leave, really. His strained relationship with his parents is enough to send him running as far as he can, and attending university is just the perfect way to do that.
He requested for a room in the dorms without a roommate, but was immediately denied because there just aren’t enough room for the students attending the university so they can’t agree with his request. He reluctantly caves in, realizing that he has no choice. And so he moves in to his dorm, carrying his bags, and sees another guy in the room. He’s fairly tall (taller than Yoongi, definitely), with a very attractive face and oh, his lips are really pretty.
“Hey, I’m Seokjin,” the guy introduces himself with a genuine smile on his face and Yoongi couldn’t help but feel guilty. He feels Taehyung’s overwhelming presence behind him, making him stiffen.
“Yoongi,” he answers, eyeing the man’s offered hand. “Uh, sorry, I can’t shake your hand. I kinda have a thing against touching anyone. Please don’t take it personally.” He grimaces, prepared for Seokjin to scowl and call him arrogant, because who the hell refuses to shake other people’s hands? Isn’t it common courtesy?
But to Yoongi’s surprise, Seokjin just smiles at him as he takes his hand back. “It’s okay, don’t apologize for that. I’m studying psychology and the last thing I would want is to make you feel uncomfortable. I understand.”
Yoongi offers him another smile but makes sure that it doesn’t linger for too long because he could already feel Taehyung’s hand grabbing his. “Yeah, so I’ll, uh, I’ll unpack for now.”
Seokjin tries to speak to him numerous times while he’s unpacking, and Yoongi only ever answered with a few words before shutting up again so Seokjin will notice that he’s not interested in making any conversation.
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University life goes pretty well after that. Yoongi is studying what he loves – music. It doesn’t require him to initiate conversations with other people because he can do everything by himself. So when he’s not in his classes, he’s just in his room and minding his own business.
Taehyung doesn’t act as overbearing as before because he knows that after all these years, Yoongi knows what to do by now. He’s gone sometimes, busy with whatever he’s doing on the other side of the world, burdened with priorities that Yoongi still doesn’t know about. And when he’s around, he usually just snuggles close to Yoongi, basking in his presence even without the warmth a human body can offer. Yoongi feels less lonely like this. When Taehyung is around to talk to him or even just to sit next to him and hold him close, he can almost forget that he doesn’t have anyone else in this world.
Taehyung still sleeps next to him and Yoongi doesn’t have to worry because no one can see him. Taehyung still tells him that same old story about the prince who loved a beautiful soul, and the more Taehyung retells the story, the less sad he looks, and really, that’s all Yoongi wants – for Taehyung to not be sad anymore.
Everything will be fine if Taehyung is there.
Taehyung is enough. He always will be.
✾
But he wasn’t.
Yoongi doesn’t know why he suddenly feels like shit all the time. Maybe it’s the fact that Taehyung isn’t around that much anymore because he had been busy and Yoongi feels so fucking alone? Maybe it’s the way he’s always surrounded with friends bickering and lovers whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. Yoongi just stares down at his hand and tells himself that it’s okay. That nothing’s wrong.
But it’s not true.
Everything’s wrong.
He doesn’t think of it whenever he’s with Taehyung because Taehyung always gives him all the attention he wants, but when he’s gone, Yoongi feels so fucking miserable.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he had touched someone else’s skin in fear of causing them pain. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt someone’s comforting warmth against him. Damn it, he hasn’t even laughed with anyone, kissed anyone – he just wants what everyone else has.
Maybe that’s where he got the bravery to suddenly try it out while Taehyung is gone.
Based on his observation, Taehyung would usually be gone for hours before he comes back to Yoongi to help him sleep.
But Yoongi’s still got a few hours before that.
And hey, isn’t it a good time to experience what other people does?
✾
Yoongi finds himself in a club, a place where he never imagined he would ever go to. The place is too loud and crowded, dance floor filled with intoxicated people who are either just dancing or making out with each other. It’s really not an environment he’s familiar with. He’s so used to being alone in his room, listening to music and reading books, and just talking to Taehyung when he’s around.
Two hours in and two light beers later, Yoongi finds himself feeling a little more relaxed than usual. He doesn’t plan on getting overly intoxicated, enough to make him lose control – just enough to feel calm, to enjoy.
And it does work. He’s been sitting on the stool the entire time, just casually watching everyone enjoy while sipping on his drinks. It feels… different. So much different than how he usually spends his time locked up in his room and only interacting with another person when Seokjin comes back to greet him.
“Hey, you seem troubled,” a voice suddenly sounds beside him, making him flinch in surprise. He turns to look at the person, immediately greeted by a man who looks undeniably attractive (in Yoongi’s humble opinion). The man smirks as soon as his eyes capture Yoongi’s features, gaze lingering on lips.
And Yoongi, he just wants to know what it would feel like to lose himself.
✾
Yoongi feels his back hit the wall, the man’s lips latching onto his neck and hands shoving themselves under his shirt, grabbing onto every skin he could touch.
Yoongi doesn’t even know why he agreed to go to this man’s apartment. It’s ridiculously reckless and stupid. Never in his life did he think that he would ever sink this low, but with everything that’s happening now, he just wants to have something – to do something. He just feels so horribly numb all of the time from the lack of maybe, affection and interaction? And if going home with a stranger will make him feel something, anything, then he will do it.
The man reattaches their lips together, teeth grazing harshly against Yoongi’s lower lip to the point where he could even taste the blood from the newly formed wound. But he shoves his concern at the very back of his head, hand reaching forward to grab onto the man (he doesn’t even remember the guy’s name – he doesn’t remember asking for it either) and pull him closer.
It feels good.
It feels so amazing to be so close to someone. To kiss someone. Yoongi has never kissed anyone else before and he’s probably doing horrible, but the guy didn’t say anything about it, too focused on complimenting Yoongi’s milky skin and leaving his marks all over it.
“Shit, you’re so fucking beautiful,” the guy practically growls, mouthing on Yoongi’s jaw and all the way down to his neck, leaving a sharp bite somewhere below his ear. Yoongi tilts his head to the side, groaning, as he realizes how good the pain feels.
He likes it.
He likes that adrenaline rushing through his veins and making his heart beat with excitement at discovering something. Maybe this is why everyone else is so desperate to find someone to be intimate with. To kiss someone, to hold someone – just to have someone. Yoongi never knew how much he needed this until now.
“Let’s get you to bed,” the man whispers with a low laugh, pulling Yoongi from the wall and basically pushing him on the bed, letting him fall on the soft cushion and making the bed creak.
Yoongi giggles softly, finding the situation amusing. He’s never been this close to anyone before and oh, it feels so good.
The man smirks, pulling his shirt off before walking closer to the bed. He takes in the sight in front of him, the view of Yoongi sprawled on his bed, hair messy, lips swollen, numerous marks on his skin, and just so goddamn beautiful. “I want to fucking ruin you,” he mutters, feeling his arousal spike at the mere sight.
Yoongi watches the man get nearer and nearer, feeling excitement course through his veins. It’s really happening. He’ll finally feel something. He’ll finally feel alive.
But before he could even get on top of Yoongi, a sudden harsh force knocked him out of his position, sending him backwards for his back to hit the wall with a loud thump. Yoongi shrieks, scrambling to get back up and run towards the man who falls soundlessly on the ground and oh god, is that a blood stain on the wall?
“Stop,” a very familiar voice sounds from behind. “Don’t even fucking look at him, Yoongi, or I swear I’ll fucking bring him down with me to the depths of hell.”
Yoongi freezes. He feels his whole body shake – in fear? In guilt? He doesn’t know. But what he does know is that he has to follow Taehyung’s words. He turns around to face Taehyung, preparing himself for the worst.
And there stood Taehyung, looking a lot bigger than usual with the way he’s standing. He’s surrounded by dark swirls of hue, highlighting the redness of his eyes. And Yoongi is pretty damn sure that it’s not caused by crying or excessive rubbing. Those eyes are burning red like the flames of hell – the place where he probably came from. Yoongi had seen Taehyung mad in many occasions but not like this. His eyes look absolutely murderous, blown wide and fierce, making Yoongi flinch from his position. Taehyung clenches his jaw, hands forming into fists, and suddenly, the room is shaking. Yoongi feels himself stumble, a small gasp escaping his lips as he tries to steady his feet.
Before he could even panic about falling on the ground, he feels strong familiar arms wrap themselves around him to keep him standing. Yoongi watches as the window explodes, shattered glass scattering everywhere save for the two of them. The ceiling crumbles down, making Yoongi flinch and close his eyes, burying himself against Taehyung’s body in fear of getting hurt. Deafening screams from the other man behind him are accompanying the shattering and cracking sounds, and Yoongi knows that he would never be able to get it out of his head forever.
He feels a whoosh of air against his skin, and suddenly everything is silent. Too silent. Taehyung didn’t loosen his grip on him and honestly, it makes Yoongi feel secure and… sane. Taehyung has really engraved himself in all of the deepest parts of Yoongi’s life that Yoongi doesn’t even know how to live without him anymore. He opens his eyes, surprised by the sudden familiar room. “How are we back in the dorm-”
He cuts himself off as he feels himself suddenly fall, eyes widening as he tries to reach for Taehyung again, hands uselessly scratching the air in an attempt to find support. But as he feels the soft cushion beneath his back, he sighs in relief, grateful for not being hurt. “Why did you do that?” Taehyung’s harsh voice interrupts him from his short-lived peace. “Why the fuck would you betray me like that?”
He opens his eyes, looking for Taehyung so he could explain but he didn’t see a single trace of the man.
“You’re mine, Yoongi,” a voice whispers so close to his ear, but when he snaps his head to the side, there’s no one there.
“T-Taehyung, why aren’t you-”
“Why aren’t you asking for forgiveness? You allowed someone else to touch you. You allowed him to touch what’s rightfully mine.” It comes from the other side this time, and he scrambles up the bed in fear. It doesn’t make sense. He always sees Taehyung. Why isn’t Taehyung here now? Why is he talking like this? Why can’t Yoongi see him?
His shirt hikes up, revealing his soft stomach, and only then did he feel those touches that strangely feel like hands. “W-what are you-”
“Is this what you wanted? You were going to let him do this to you?”
Yoongi is not drunk at all. Those drinks aren’t enough to make him feel even a little dizzy, but he wishes that he is. If he’s drunk, he could blame it all on the alcohol. If he’s drunk, he could pretend that he doesn’t want the way Taehyung is touching him.
But he does.
Oh, he does.
Yoongi feels something cold on his chest, followed by a firm squeeze and a wet feeling of something on his nipple. He reaches down his body, attempting to find the reason as to why he’s feeling like this, but his hands just swiped through thin air, not able to touch anything solid at all. But those hands aren’t disappearing. They keep on roaming all over his body, making him feel things he shouldn’t. Soon, he feels bites all over his body, sending him reeling and whining at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Bite marks appear on his chest, shoulders, and even his sides and stomach.
Yoongi feels his cock twitch at the feeling. No one has ever done this to him before. Hell, he has never seen anything remotely close to this, but fuck, it feels so good. “T-Taehyung,” he calls, voice hoarse.
A hum resonates close to his ear, a voice which sounds a lot like Taehyung’s. “You’ll never want anyone else but me.”
Yoongi didn’t answer. How could he ever deny that after boldly showing just how much Taehyung’s touches can make him feel?
More. He wants more.
And he didn’t need to vocalize it because as soon as he thought of that, he feels something against his lips, something that strangely feels like another pair of lips. It forces his mouth open, only to feel a harsh bite on his lower lip, enough to make him bleed again. He winces at the pain, but chooses to just give in as Taehyung solidifies in front of him.
And finally, Yoongi could see everything.
He sees Taehyung’s face above him, hands tightly gripping his torso and keeping him in place. “Taehyung,” he calls, completely breathless. His cheeks are flushed and looking utterly ruined against the bedsheets. “Please.” He thrusts forward so Taehyung could feel just how hard he already is. Maybe Taehyung would help. He always helps Yoongi through all of his problems and Yoongi just desperately wants him to help this time too.
Taehyung’s touches feel so good and Yoongi doesn’t know if he’ll ever be satisfied with anything else other than this.
Taehyung doesn’t hesitate as he reaches down, and suddenly, all of Yoongi’s clothes are gone. He feels himself shiver at the sudden coldness but he didn’t have the time to worry about it as Taehyung boldly grabs his cock in an almost painful grip, making him whine with desperation. “Tell me you only want me,” Taehyung mumbles, mouthing on Yoongi’s jaw and leaving marks on his trail.
Yoongi tilts his head to the side to give Taehyung more access as he subconsciously thrusts forward to meet Taehyung’s touch. “Only want you,” he mumbles incoherently, mind not quite working at forming proper sentences.
“You’ll never let anyone touch you ever again. You’re mine, Yoongi. Only mine. Not that fucking bastard you were kissing. No one else can touch you. No one can even think about wanting to.”
Yoongi just nods obediently, wanting nothing but for Taehyung to continue whatever he’s doing because it feels so fucking good. “Yours,” he mutters.
And as if Taehyung is a little satisfied with the answer, he swiftly shifts their position and Yoongi finds himself with his legs spread wide, with Taehyung perched in between them. Yoongi is just about to ask why Taehyung stopped touching him, but he didn’t have the time to say anything because of a foreign feeling of something wet nudge itself between his ass cheeks, circling on the rim before pushing in past the tight ring of muscle, making Yoongi choke out.
It feels too good.
It’s not supposed to feel this good. Yoongi had read about this before due to his curiosity, and those people on the internet always say that it’s normal to feel discomfort and pain at the first time. Prepping isn’t supposed to feel this good, but with the feeling of a single wet finger thrusting itself in and out of him at a steadily increasing pace before another one is added, and another, and another, Yoongi calls bullshit on all of those statements.
But maybe it’s just Taehyung.
Taehyung can do strange things after all.
But Yoongi finds himself not caring about the reasons why, because it doesn’t really matter. All that matters is how good it feels to have Taehyung fucking him even just with his fingers, every single thrust making Yoongi almost cry out in pleasure. He moans and groans and thrusts back against Taehyung’s fingers, wanting to feel it deeper.
And just like that, Yoongi comes untouched, his cock spurting out white ropes of cum all over his stomach. His chest heaves, feeling all of his energy slip away so suddenly.
Yoongi closes his eyes, feeling like it would be a good time to rest, but Taehyung seems to have other plans. Because as soon as he shuts his eyes close, he feels Taehyung pull out all of his fingers altogether before Yoongi feels his legs stretch out even farther. “Taehyung-” he calls in confusion as soon as his eyes snaps open in surprise, but he didn’t have the chance to continue his words because it all turned into a pleasured and pained scream as soon as he feels something a lot bigger than just those fingers thrust inside his hole, filling him up all the way in until he feels Taehyung’s hips pressed so closely against his ass.
Yoongi feels tears escape his eyes at the overstimulation. It feels too much. Too good. Taehyung is so big and Yoongi just feels so full.
And for some reason, he feels so complete.
Like all of the missing pieces he had been searching for all of his life is now coming together and making him whole. Taehyung feels like that missing piece.
Yoongi lifts his hands up, urging for Taehyung to come nearer so he would feel more. And Taehyung did. He leans down, letting Yoongi’s arms find their way across his back before he crashes their lips together in a kiss so messy to the point where spit is dribbling down Yoongi’s chin.
Taehyung pulls away only to let his face move to Yoongi’s chest, busying his lips by mouthing and biting over and around his nipple, making it even more swollen than it already is after all of the abuse earlier.
And just like that, Taehyung pulls his cock halfway out of Yoongi before slamming back in with a harsh thrust, making Yoongi gasp out at the pleasurable feeling coursing through his veins. Taehyung braces his forearms on both sides of Yoongi’s head, keeping his sight on Yoongi as he increases his pace, mouth hanging slightly open as he thrusts in and out of Yoongi, feeling Yoongi’s walls gripping him so tightly almost as if he doesn’t want to let go.
And Taehyung loves that.
He smirks after seeing Yoongi’s completely ruined expression under him, continuing his relentless pace as Yoongi cries at the overstimulation, cheeks red and lips swollen. And it’s because of Taehyung. All because of Taehyung. Taehyung is the only one who will ever see Yoongi like this. Taehyung is the only one who will ever hold Yoongi like this. The only one who will fuck him like this. The only one who will ever own all of Yoongi. Not that man. Not anyone else.
“Be mine, Yoongi,” Taehyung speaks in between the harsh thrusts, rendering Yoongi completely breathless under him, whining and crying as he scratches all over Taehyung’s back and desperately asking for more despite looking so ruined already. “Give all of yourself to me. Bind yourself to me. Promise yourself to me forever.”
Yoongi doesn’t know what exactly Taehyung means by that but he just mutters a small ‘yes’ in between all of his cries every single time Taehyung pounds into him, sending his body shaking on the mattress, the bed squeaking almost as if it couldn’t handle all of the harsh movement.
A smirk forms on Taehyung’s face, looking completely devilish and so different from the Taehyung he has been with for years. “Finally,” he whispers before he buries himself inside of Yoongi all the way to the hilt, cock pulsing against Yoongi’s walls as he releases inside, making Yoongi feel even fuller than ever.
And strangely enough, Yoongi feels satisfied. Too calm and whole. It’s as if it’s the only thing he has ever lived for. To be owned by Taehyung like this.
He hears Taehyung whisper a few incoherent words through his hazy state, and he feels a slight pain on his chest before sleep consumes him whole.
✾
When Yoongi wakes up, body aching all over, he realizes that he’s completely dressed now, contrary to how he was when he fell asleep. He blushes at the memory of last night, eager to see Taehyung later again.
When he looks at the bed on the other side of the room, he sees Seokjin sleeping there peacefully.
He sighs in relief before going to the shower so he could clean up. But as soon as he looks at the mirror, he sees his completely ruined image. He pulls his shirt off to examine all of the bite marks and bruises decorating his soft skin.
But what intrigues him more is the strange mark on his chest, exactly where that small hint of pain came from before he fell asleep. When he looked closer at the mirror, he realizes that it’s a mark of a devil pitchfork.
He should be scared. He should be running away in fear right now at the sudden realization, but for some strange reason, he didn’t. He didn’t want to.
The mark feels like a puzzle piece made to complete him.
And Yoongi likes it. It feels good to have a part of Taehyung on him.
✾
Taehyung starts to visit more frequently and every single time, Seokjin would not be there so Yoongi indulges in all of the lust and want he seems to be filled with lately. Taehyung fucks him every single day until nothing ever enters Yoongi’s mind but the need for the pleasure only Taehyung could ever give him.
Yoongi realizes just how far Taehyung could go when he fucks Yoongi with Seokjin sleeping peacefully on the other bed, completely unaware of what’s happening.
Taehyung couldn’t be seen just like before, but with Yoongi laying on his side, facing Seokjin’s sleeping face, Taehyung continues to pound into him relentlessly, making it so hard for Yoongi to hold all of the noises threatening to escape his mouth. Yoongi is still wearing all of his clothes, and it should be impossible for Taehyung to do anything with all of those fabrics separating them, but Yoongi learned not to question Taehyung’s abilities at this point. Because as impossible as it is, Yoongi can feel Taehyung’s cock sliding in and out of him, his walls clamping on the girth so tightly, shaped with Taehyung’s cock even with all of his clothes between them.
And it feels so good. The thrill. The danger.
He bites his lower lip tightly, trying to stop himself from crying out at the overstimulation. Taehyung has been fucking him for so long and Yoongi doesn’t even know how many minutes had passed already. He already came twice, untouched, but Taehyung’s pace never faltered even once. He keeps on whispering things on Yoongi’s ear, almost making it impossible for Yoongi to stay still in fear of waking Seokjin up.
But luck is not on his side as Seokjin’s eyes suddenly snap open, staring straight at him.
Yoongi feels Taehyung stay still for a few moments, buried all the way inside of him and almost making him choke up with how full he feels.
“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks quietly, a worried expression showing on his face. “You look so red and anxious. Did something happen?”
Yoongi was about to answer but stops himself because he almost moaned out when Taehyung starts fucking into him again, continuing the harsh pace. The bed isn’t creaking, nor is it moving despite the movements. There’s no other noise, only the sound of Yoongi’s heavy breathing. He feels Taehyung abuse his prostate continuously, making him almost cry out without caring if Seokjin is watching.
“Yoongi, you’re sweating a lot. Are you sick?” Seokjin asks, making a move to stand up.
“No!” Yoongi replies, a little too loud. He hears Taehyung chuckle from behind before letting his teeth break through the skin on the back of Yoongi’s neck to leave another mark. “I-I’m okay, hyung. Go back to sleep,” he answers, trying to hide all of the anxiety building up in his chest and attempting to show on his face. Seokjin looks at him with a strange expression but Yoongi just plays it off with a smile. “I promise, hyung.”
With that, Seokjin nods and lies down on the bed again to let his tired eyes rest. He’s been studying a lot these days and Yoongi really feels guilty about waking him up.
“I probably shouldn’t have done that,” Taehyung whispers through his ear. “I shouldn’t have allowed him to see you like that. Only I can.”
Taehyung comes with his cock buried so deeply inside of Yoongi, filling him up to the brim and making him feel a little sated.
They fell asleep together like that.
✾
During the first few days of their newly-developed relationship, Yoongi still tries to attend his classes despite how painful his body feels like every time he moves. They’ve been overdoing it. But it just feels too good. Whenever Taehyung is pounding into him until he’s crying and begging, Yoongi couldn’t find it in himself to care about the consequences.
His hips hurt all of the time and he curses himself for not having more control.
But at some point, Taehyung started to disturb him even when he’s studying. He would just be sitting there in the library with a book perched open on the table, trying to focus on studying, but suddenly, those all too familiar hands would find their way past his shirt, sensually rubbing and pinching his nipples, wet mouth latching onto the nub and sucking lightly, but enough to make Yoongi feel flustered and a little turned on. His chest had started to swell considerably large because of Taehyung’s strange obsession with it.
And it should feel weird because he’s a man and he shouldn’t want anyone to play with his chest the way Taehyung is doing, but how could he deny Taehyung that when it feels so goddamn amazing?
Yoongi gave in soon, choosing to lock himself in his dorm so Taehyung could appear and start fucking him against the door itself as soon as he’s inside. Yoongi doesn’t give a fuck about those classes anymore. He doesn’t need to study all of those useless things when all he needs is the pleasure Taehyung could give him.
The following days are spent with staying in his dorm only to wait for Seokjin to leave so Yoongi could drown in the lust and pleasure Taehyung is all too willing to offer.
Nothing else matters anymore. Just him and Taehyung.
✾
“Yoongi,” Taehyung whispers after another night spent with Yoongi writhing across the bedsheets, pleasure coursing through his veins. Taehyung keeps on pressing kisses all over his neck, still not satisfied with the amount of bruises he had placed there.
“Yeah?” Yoongi asks, voice hoarse and visibly tired.
“I love you.” Taehyung’s grip around him tightens and he could feel the outline of Taehyung’s front against his back.
Yoongi smiles comfortably, leaning in to the warm touch. “I love you too,” he answers. And he’s surprised when he realizes that he means it.
He does.
He loves Taehyung and no one else. All that matters now is Taehyung and him, and the need to stay with him forever.
All of the tension in Taehyung’s body disappears, and suddenly, he could breathe. Yoongi loves him. Yoongi loves him and Taehyung can now have him forever. He did it. He succeeded.
“Can I tell you the continuation of the story I told you before?” Taehyung whispers, voice a lot calmer and sweeter than how it used to be.
Yoongi hums in agreement, finding it amusing how Taehyung wants to tell stories now. He couldn’t remember the last time they did it.
“There was a prince who loved a beautiful soul.” Yoongi feels that all too familiar shiver curve through his skin. “The soul left with someone else, wishing to live in the world again so they could be together once more.”
There’s this heavy feeling in Yoongi’s chest – that crawling familiarity with the story that he still couldn’t quite decipher.
Taehyung’s grip tightens around him, and Yoongi feels like he couldn’t breathe. “The prince vowed to find the beautiful soul and make him his.”
Yoongi swallows. “Did he?”
Taehyung laughs gently, hand moving up to let two of his fingers rest on Yoongi’s chest, right exactly where the mark is. “He did,” Taehyung answers. “The prince found the beautiful soul, and from now on,” he pauses, making Yoongi hold his breath, “the prince will never, ever let him go. He’ll keep the beautiful soul by his side forever, and no one else will ever take him away this time.”
Yoongi is silent for a while, just letting the information sink in. He gulps, turns around so he could face Taehyung. His eyes are blown wide with a mixture of both fear and excitement. “The prince,” he says, voice shaking. “Is that you?”
A huge grin finds its way on Taehyung’s face. His eyes are wide and Yoongi should be scared. He really should be. But strangely enough, he isn’t. Taehyung just feels like… home. “Yes,” Taehyung answers.
Yoongi feels a tear escapes his eye and he doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s happiness. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s his soul crying out to be released.
“Yoongi,” Taehyung whispers, hand moving up to cup Yoongi’s cheek. “Come home with me.” Another tear escapes Yoongi’s eye and Taehyung catches it before it could even fall. “Stay by my side forever.”
“Come home?” Yoongi asks, voice small. He feels a lump lodge itself in his throat and it’s getting even harder to breathe.
“Yes. With me.”
Yoongi smiles, tears escaping his eyes at an enormous amount and soaking the pillow. “Okay,” he chokes out. “Let’s go home, Taehyung.”
Taehyung didn’t say anything more. He only needed that confirmation.
He leans in to press their lips together, swallowing all of Yoongi’s cries.
He’s mine now, Taehyung tells himself. I’ll never let him go this time.
And with that, darkness starts to consume Yoongi. But he doesn’t mind it one bit. Taehyung is still holding him so tightly and what’s light or dark doesn’t matter anymore.
He has Taehyung. Forever.
And nothing will ever tear them apart.