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cctaehyung · 6 years

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vii. secret garden

in his garden, everything has already happened.

the gardens in his heart have changed in so many ways over the years since his first visit. it was still bright and colourful, of course. the philia garden has gotten so many additions and the storge garden had gotten so much brighter and bigger than it originally was. in his past visits at those gardens, he would often walk with his father through storge. when he goes through his philia garden, he walks with the first two friends he has made in that december of 2016. it was always nice going to a garden with someone he loved, but there were times where he would go alone himself.

he’s never had a dream where he and yoongi would walk in the one garden dedicated to the both of them together. taehyung doesn’t think he could ever have the courage to ever talk to him about it because the idea of it would probably sound so silly to him. he had a conversation about it in a dream once with rikiya and it leads to ricky saying that he’ll tell him if- when they get married.

there were a lot of promises that were made for the future, but taehyung had never succeeded them because most of those promises involved yoongi. though taehyung’s body, mind, and soul were brought back in 2016, his heart was still in 2020. he was still grieving even if yoongi was alive now. his heart could accept the fact that his family and his friends were all in 2016 with him, but he couldn’t force his heart to believe that yoongi was alive as well. perhaps, if they dated again, it would be a different, pleasant feeling.

with the condition his heart was in, any person who has visited the garden would believe that the whole heart would have bad weather like it did after basil. though, to be honest, even if the weather was worse than it was usually, it didn’t stay like throughout the rest of the area but the agape. it was as if everything about him and his life went well and was going perfectly except for the fact that taehyung still couldn’t move on from witnessing yoongi’s death.

the forget-me-nots are in their original form. they were not growing, nor were they wilting away. in fact, if anything, they stayed the same as they always had since they bloomed. the first time he had seen them in that state, he felt such overwhelming joy that the moment he woke up from his dream, he called up to check on yoongi to tell him about how much he loved him and they spent a whole entire day together. now, when he looks at them, he feels as if they are just harsh reminders of his pathetic life holding onto a time that didn’t exist. he knew the deep meaning of the flowers, but he can’t get rid of the definition of complete loss when he sees them now.

when he enters the agape garden, he was unable to see its purple color. in fact, he could not see any sort of colour in the garden whatsoever. after the incident, every time he visits this place, there was no hint of colour or light anywhere there. he’s gotten used to it, as he was always used to black and white. he just wished it went back to the way it was before.

he sits in front of the flowers and examines them carefully, afraid to touch them in case they were to be damaged right away. it was obvious that taehyung was one person who was definitely not forgetful, but even if he tried to, he wouldn’t be able to forget the meaning of the small flowers: true love. he never really understood why that would be his flower until the one moment when he realized that yoongi was the one. at that sudden moment, everything in the world made sense and it felt as if pieces of the puzzle were put together to end any form of confusion.

memories with him play in his mind as he continues to stare, barely even noticing the small figure walking up to him. “ricky-ah…” the high, but soft voice calls out to him.

he looks behind himself to see the little fox stand behind him on the floor. he can’t see the red on him because everything looks gray, but he is able to recognize his friend. “rikiya… what do you want?”

“staying here won’t do you any good,” the little one says. “you can’t stay here. i know your heart and your mind both agree that they can’t completely move on from this, but it’s so gloomy over here. you should hang out in the other gardens where it’s much brighter.”

the statement makes taehyung feel a bit of discomfort. with awkwardness, he declines his offer. “i’d rather stay here, but thank you for the thought.”

“ricky, please. your father and nari agree with me too-”

“just,” the boy interrupts the other from speaking any more. “please leave me alone for some time to think.”

rikiya stands there in silence for only for a few seconds, perhaps thinking to himself on what to do. in the end, he sits next to taehyung’s left leg and looks up at the boy who was looking down at the flowers in front of him.

“these flowers are not that big,” rikiya comments.

“i know,” he responds, “but they are very important to me. despite its size, i see it as much bigger because of who they are for.”

“i know, it’s just… weird,” the fox says with a nervous chuckle. “i know you’re not a fan of big flowers because of the past, but i never understood your fascination for the smaller things… besides me, because i’m small and wonderful.”

taehyung doesn’t respond. he simply just looks out and sighs. it’s a sign of a plea, but rikiya doesn’t seem to notice it.

“he means a lot to you, huh?” rikiya asks. “i personally don’t think i will experience something like that, but it seems that min yoongi means a lot to you.”

taehyung nods. “almost the world, you can say.”

“almost… so he’s different from basil?”

“obviously,” he says, later moving his body a little so that he could properly face his friend, his friend doing the same. “i mean…. when i liked basil, it was… an unhealthy desire. an obsession. there was no love for anyone else other than him and only him to the point where it was hard to actually love myself even just a little. for yoongi, i loved- i still love him a lot, but i am able to love myself and other people as well. but in the end, he was still an important person in my life who i really care for and would do anything for. so, it hurt a lot to lose him. it still hurts.”

“ah…” rikiya replies, nodding his head. “well… like i said, i’ve never experienced it. but i want you to know that no matter what, i’m always here for you if you just want to rant.”

it’s a sign that rikiya doesn’t know what to say anymore to keep the conversation going, so he accepts it and gives a polite sign for rikiya to leave. “thanks. i’ll see you later.”

once left in silence, he moves his body back to how it was before, facing the flower once again. from the distance, it looks as if taehyung was sitting alone with nothing else but darkness and a field around him, but that wasn’t the case at all. it was as if this was the tiny portion of reality peeping in to this side of his heart.

he doesn’t want to cry. he’s already used up so many tears over something like this at this point, he doesn’t want to waste anymore. it’s not as if crying would do anything useful to him except make him feel even more miserable. he didn’t come back in time just to only make life worse for him again.

the sound of footsteps on the grass make taehyung look up. assuming who it could be, he speaks out to the person before turning his head. “rikiya, i thought we already had a-” he looks back to see no small fox plush, but rather a familiar human boy who was still shorter than him, “discussion.”

taehyung is greeted with a smile that makes him feel warm even when taehyung eventually sees nothing but a white coloured ceiling.

his excuse to his brothers was that he was stopping by to visit family. before he walks out the door, he hears danny warn him to not face the step-douche as if taehyung was planning to visit that house today. he wasn’t too off, but taehyung would never go to that house willingly even if his youngest brother and his only sister were there. though, to be fair, taehyung was technically meeting with family today. he just didn’t specify who.

after spending a good few minutes at the closest supermarket, he ended up with a random bouquet of flowers that looked the best and a random bag of chips that he would munch on when he would get home. his next trip was to a place that he would visit often alone, but he would visit with any other family members if they wanted to go along with him. this time he visits alone, but only because he wasn’t able to ask him something in his dream. taehyung thought it would be better to ask him now.

the moment he finds a parking spot near the graveyard, he walks out of his car and brings the bouquet with him. after he closes the door, he walks around to find the specific grave when he eventually spots it ahead of him. he has to thank his good memory to be able to remember where to go and where to look in order to find it, but that wasn’t important.

he always bought cheap bouquets. it’s better than bringing an expensive one that someone made with their heart and care and having it thrown away by the people who worked there. besides, this person knew taehyung’s love for him. flowers were just something nice to show his appreciation, but his heart says more than his actions ever do. after he places it on the grave plaque, he walks back a little and looks at it while he does the sign of the cross.

“father, son, holy spirit, amen,” he starts it off. usually when his mother was here with him, he’d have to do an “our father”, “hail mary”, “glory be”, and end it from there. but since she wasn’t here with him, he makes up a random prayer to talk to his father.

“hi dad… uh…” he thinks on what to say next, “i didn’t get to see you last night in the garden, so i thought it’d be cool to see you now and talk to you… now. is that okay?” that was a stupid question. of course it’s okay. “uh. i wanted to ask you about my mind, since you seem to know everything about me the most. do you think it’s in a good state? depression is obviously there, but do you think i have something else? something serious that i don’t know about yet? because i have speculations, but the thing is i’ve never met a professional psychologist and asked them myself. and uh… i don’t know. you were practically my best friend growing up, so did you notice anything then and do you notice anything now?”

“i feel… worried. because i feel aware, but i think of shit that’s so bad that if anyone knew about it, they’d probably want to stop talking to me. is that normal?” taehyung inquires. “can you… give me a sign? let me know if something is fucked. tell god to help out with that, too since he’s in charge of everything around here.” he hesitates. “just… i don’t even know what it could be, but i know something is wrong. just try to let me know what it could be? … amen.”

after doing the hand motion once again to end the prayer, he walks away from the grave only to later feel a vibration from his pocket. reaching for his phone, he looks over at the screen to see a text alert from the league.

(txt; league!) CARD NEEDED TO BE CAUGHT AROUND THE AREA: team nightshade required; experienced and special class may help. Please meet at the hideout for more details.

taehyung thinks it over for a little and he sighs before putting his phone back in his pocket and heading to his car, his next destination being the clamp cafe.

it’s not a difficult card, thank goodness. in fact, if anything, he was sure all of the male rookies could catch it on their own without any help. but he was fortunate enough to give it a few hits and wounds. but seeing it be completely obliterated was taehyung’s goal. he was desperate to be the one to finish the job, even if the rookies wanted to be the one to do it first. he knew gyu was going to be furious at him if he finished it himself, but he could really care less about what the man does. he always thought the old man was good at being a father and leader, but he wasn’t good at changing ricky’s mind.

he watches the naive heroes as they try their best to defeat it, struggling a little even after they heard the support of their leader. they’re pretty tough thanks to sunggyu. however, he was barely looking at their overall skill. in fact, if anything, he was just waiting for the moment where they all would collectively give up and go to him, their “lord and saviour” for help. but for now, he could always just go on instagram and check how his favorite celebrities are do-

“VINNY HELP!” a familiar voice screams out for him, immediately making him look up from the ground to see his youngest triplet struggle in one of the card’s tentacles, watching as his other brother run to him for aid with the brass knuckles in his hands. taehyung sighs with a look of disappointment. his brother’s basic knowledge still wasn’t surprising.

well, if one brother wasn’t going to save him because of his failure to think before he acts, taehyung was happy to be the one to save his poor brother from getting into a mess. already out with his weapons and his outfit, all he really needed to do was get the show on the road. he grabs both of his rifles with him and makes his way to the large card, making the other heroes stop from fighting it any more as he runs to it. one of the card’s eyes was already shot thanks to some random rookie hero on the team, and there was one tentacle already chopped off from sunggyu’s scythe. all that really needed to be taken care of was where its heart was and the tentacle danny was in.

thank goodness for the fact that these weapons were magical. he didn’t plan on using much if that were to happen to him, but in the end it wouldn’t matter since he wouldn’t ever be able to run out of them. with the rifle’s bayonet, he uses it to make a large cut on the card’s ankle. however, as he does it, he notices something strange about the ankle while the card roars. there was some sort of solid with a bit of a squishy texture in it. assuming what it could be, he looks at the rookies and points at it, mouthing a word that caught their attention. getting the generous hint, a random magical boy makes his way towards the familiar with a sword while ricky runs to his brother.

vinny widens his eyes at his brother for some reason as if he had just seen something incredible on his mediocre triplet. “ricky! you’re-!”

taehyung ignores it and interrupts him. “okay, vinny, assuming the heart is in the ankle, once the hero stabs it, the card might let go of danny. run to the shadow of the tentacle danny’s in and when the card lets go, he should fall into your arms. that way, it’ll look like you did all the work when it was actually just me. just the way you want it to go in your hero business.”

taeyong shows an insulted look at him. “what the hell?!”

“you’ll thank me later,” he replies before running off to sunggyu’s side to join the rest of the rookies, looking at how his plan goes into place. even if he shows a neutral facial expression, he prays to god that this goes well because this was all just assumption. he didn’t even know if everything would happen the way he said it would.

he searches for sunggyu’s hand and holds it tightly before he hears the other yelp once he touches it, letting the hand go as he does so.

“cheezus louisus, ricardo! your hand feels like a pan that just got out of the hot stove!” he shouts, jumping back from ricky before later having his jaw drop. “oh my god! you’re glowing!”

hearing the first statement, taehyung is confused but the second statement, he wasn’t sure if it was a fitting comment to say after his last one. “... i know i like good, but it’s kind of weird for you to say that after talking shit about my ha-”

“no! you’re literally glowing! and you’re hand is hot!”

taehyung smirks. “sunggyu, you have a wife-”

the sound of a camera shutter goes off at the same time the card screeches from being defeated, letting go of a screeching danny who stops when he eventually falls onto vinny, letting the older of the two land hard on the ground while the other uses his body as a cushion. the rest of the heroes watch as the beast turns into its actual paper card form, letting the boy who killed it hold it with a large smile on his face. taking his attention from the special hero away, sunggyu runs to the rookie and congratulates him.

taehyung’s confusion doesn’t last for long as he sees a hero around his age, daniel(? he thinks that’s his name), shows him his phone with the front camera showing the hero with his usual appearance with something different: his entire body was surrounded in solar energy and the strange thing was that he wasn’t even sunburnt. in fact, it felt as if the light wasn’t even touching him, despite being around him and having him in it.

“see! you’re really glowing!” he hears the rookie, amazement in his voice as taehyung stares at himself in awe.

“... what the flying fuck?!”

want to see the rest of his story from this point? take a trip: @tangerinewrites

#( * FORGET ME NOT SERIES )#&& eternity series #( * solo )#and with that i say adios! it was great being here.

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cctaehyung · 6 years

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taehyung was never one to get in between a fight. usually, in most situations, he would try to stay out of it. whether it came to heroes, humans, friends that he knew, or complete strangers, he wasn’t one to get involved in a fight. he had already had enough stress in his life and in all honesty, he was definitely not in the mood for more.

that doesn’t stop the fact that he wasn’t one to get in fights. back in the first timeline, he practically had a reputation of being determined to win any argument no matter the consequence. had it not been for the rookie massacre, he would’ve had proof of that being true. every time he looks at taeyong’s face, he is still reminded of that one fight that went down in the chobotics fair.

it’s why he finds himself getting into this fight very confusing. the fact that they were fighting an actual familiar who had once been a hero just like him felt unreal. he had sadly fought a handful of familiars before, but having to witness kim myungsoo kill monkyul felt too painful for him, even if ricky wasn’t apart of it at all.

he questions it as he stops him, but the blunt response myungsoo gives makes ricky a bit frustrated. “you don’t have to do this yourself, you know,” he tells him. ��i-if you want, i could do it for you so that it’d be less painful for you.”

Easy Does It ||

@cctaehyung

it was easy to kill. it was easy to slaughter. Monsters were easy to kill. There was no emotional attachment. He could whip out his axe and kill a monster with ease. It was easy to watch the blood sputter and then be forced to clean the costume. It was easier to clean the blood of a monster. It was easier to forget the death of a monster. It was easier to move on.

But it was a lot harder to kill a colleague gone wild. It was harder to slaughter someone you once fought side by side with. It was harder to kill someone you used to call a friend. It was harder to swing that axe. It was harder to watch. It was harder to move on. The death of an ally would weigh on the mind and eat it inside out until eventually the pain was too much and the regret too much.

He stood there covered in blood, staring at one of his friends. They used to be on the same team, they used to have sleepovers together. And now, he had succumbed to the Hanged Man and Myungsoo didn’t want to do it. He stood there, pointing the axe at him, refusing to move. It was like his best friend, Monkyul was taunting him, with that bloody smirk. “You’re too weak.”

“Am not.” he said. He inched the axe closer, aiming to kill, before he heard a voice interrupting him. He sighed and keeping the axe pointed at Monkyul, he turned towards the familar voice. “You’re interrupting an execution, Ricky.”

#( * EASY DOES IT )#I FINALLY DID IT sorry for taking so long #ccxmyung

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cctaehyung · 6 years

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vi. first snow.

2016 on december fourth. taehyung recognized the date all too well.

the first time he had experienced the date, he had just gotten a job on this day. after a difficult time cooperating with the father of the ceo, he was able to get the job that he has had until the event happened. but as of now, according to kento, he had gotten the job ever since june 20 of 2016. strange date, he thinks to himself. he doesn’t question it any further, though. in this timeline, he just learns to go with the flow. in order to get by, he just had to question everything only to himself since it was obvious he wasn’t going to get any answers from others.

surprisingly, though, he has a day off today. kento and his family are off on some vacation, so that gives taehyung about a week off from work since standing by kento was pretty much his only job. his job was to make sure that the boy doesn’t get himself kidnapped and to not let his father know that kento was watching some hardcore yaoi porn. in those times, taehyung feels the most stress because if he fails to do his job, not only will he get fired but he’ll be disliked by mr. yamazaki even more. he’s already got plenty of reasons to dislike ricky, but the redhead was not going to let his actual boss believe that he converted kento into anime boys with tremendously large hands. taehyung doesn’t even watch anime anymore! he didn’t want to be slandered!

he’s not used to thinking this week when he means that week of 2016. when he wants to refer to a time in his journal that he has kept since then, he used to debate whether he should write one or the other. eventually, he settled for “this week the first time i experienced it” with a sky blue pen to match his magical outfit that he has worn to this day.

surprising as it is, he’s writing in it now. with a color switching ballpoint pen that he stole from danny’s room, taehyung writes a new entry with december fourth as the date, drawing a number two in parenthesis next to the 2016 that begins the date. he begins with “this day the first time i experienced it, i got a job that i have kept even up to this time.” he writes about how in eight days from now in that time, he would experience a life changing experience after he reminisces the past. it would earn him the color of sky blue, as well as the blue flower on his index finger.

in this timeline, he never does go to a hospital. he never stays in a coma for three weeks with a possibility of dying because why would he? according to other special class heroes, they have already destroyed the tantalus in the summer. it’s strange to know that even though he’s experienced time already, he feels as if he’s missed out on so much already because everything else is different now.

taehyung hopes march sixth stays the same.

he writes about life. there’s no one in mind but himself as he moves the pen across the paper. usually, he would write pages about specific people he’s seen. he’s written about yoongi, obviously. there was an entry dedicated to taeyong and another dedicated to envy. he’s received a glare from kana, once. he briefly wrote about that.

though he had thought about kento and his father while writing it, he didn’t write anything about them besides the fact that they got him the job. just that sentence. “they gave me the job.” of course, he feels a little bad about writing it, but it cannot be helped since there’s not much thought into them. perhaps, maybe in the future, he will go more in depth on his relationship with them even if he’ll be the only person reading the entries.

once he finishes writing, he puts his journal away in a box in his closet. after he tops the box with its lid and leaves the closet, he sees danny burst into his room with excitement on his face.

“ricky! it’s snowing!” it’s another thing that differs from the past timeline. he doesn’t remember it snowing last year on this day. right behind his youngest triplet is soonshim who also seemed to be happy over the weather outside.

“snow is normal in december, danny,” he says, hiding the fact that he was slightly impressed by it.

“don’t you want to come outside? it’s super pretty!” danny smiles. “you can even contemplate it while i wrestle soonshim to the ground in it.”

taehyung frowns. “please don’t wrestle my dog.”

“no promises,” the other replies with a grin. “come on!! get dressed! i don’t mind you turning into an ice cube, but you help pay rent and we can’t lose you!”

“who says i’m going out with you?”

“i do! now get your emo ass out here or i’m going to call the police.”

“fine, fine,” ricky sighs before going back into his closet to search for a coat.

“we’ll meet you out there, okay?” danny shouts while ricky was still searching. “and i’ll try not to wrestle her. but if you find the both of us on the ground, it’s her fault. not mine.” he hears hurried footsteps fading away from his room after that.

he finds one, eventually. it’s red with some fur on the hood. it’s puffy, but he knows it will keep him warm. he wears it to match it with danny’s purple one that looks exactly the same. it’s kind of cheesy to go jacket shopping with his brothers only to get matching ones. he’s just glad he didn’t have to get matching ugly christmas sweaters along with it.

putting it on and zipping it up, he makes his way out of his room and the apartment before making it to the open front door where he sees his brother along with soonshim playing in the snow together. even with the sight in front of him, he doesn’t feel left out from their shenanigans (in fact, he didn’t want to partake in them in the first place). rather, he pays attention to how the snow falls and he thinks to himself silently while they do. due to the fact that it was the season of his birthday and of his favorite holiday, winter had always been his favorite out of the four. the feeling stepping on snow with shoes felt satisfying as he ruins a perfect, untouched bed of white with one footstep. it was all the power of such, small flakes. but if they’re all piled up on each other, they can become something beautiful yet dangerous at the same time. it was quite fascinating.

in fact, the longer he thought about that philosophy, the more he thought about the league. it all started with aku, but as more heroes joined, they became a league. perhaps that’s why taehyung feels as if he was apart of something big whenever he remembers his position as a special class hero. when he looks at his brothers who are apart of the same league as him, he can’t help but feel a bit of pride for not only being higher than them (of course he would), but for the fact that they were apart of something big. with him. that was the only thing that could prevent them from being killed more,

it was the only thing that could have prevented the apocalypse.

that was the reason why it started, after all. everyone parted ways and the league was losing members quickly. even if the majority of the league didn’t survive, most of the resistance members were apart of it.

but with the fact that he was looking at the snow and the thought of the apocalypse came to mind, his thoughts eventually lost themselves. rather than thinking properly, he looks at the perfect snow white world and sees gray all over. no longer was it the winter of 2016, but rather the colorless summer of 2020 of that time. he sees gray around himself with only small blotches of red in random spots of the scenery. no longer does he hear his brother’s laughter and the happy, high barks of his card. sounds of happiness are suddenly replaced by the sound of taehyung’s heavy breathing.

in a week from today at that time, he would experience a life changing experience. in four years from this year in that time, he would live through the nightmare he sees now. no one is with him at this point. all of his family has left him. no one was with him to make him feel all better. even with the resistance by his side, he felt so alone with noone to lean on or turn to.

the moment he realizes all of this, his knees go weak and he feels himself fall to the floor, feeling the scenery around him change once again. he’s in a different place, but he’s still in the same time. the whole world was in gray and red once again, but with him is the familiar boy who he held in his arms during his last few moments.

“taehyung,” the boy says with a weak smile. “y-you need to go on without me. you need to protect everybody and, and-” he interrupts his own sentence with a cough, more blood leaving from his mouth.

taehyung wants to shout. he does. he wants to shout at yoongi for being so careless and for getting himself hurt. taehyung does not even remember his intentions for doing so. all he could even think about at that exact moment was that he was losing someone. he was losing someone so important to him that he had dated for three years and he could do nothing about it. when he sees yoongi’s eyes that were quickly losing light, he sees memories from the past and expectations for the future fade away. all the memories full of smiles and laughter and the future with even more vanish in the literal blink of his eyes.

“ricky, ricky,” he calls out silently to get his attention.

“why are you crying?” another voice asks to bring him back to reality.

time suddenly comes back to ricky and he is brought back to 2016 with snowflakes falling from the sky, not helping with the fact that taehyung was shedding tears now. it was easy to recognize which one was a snowflake on his cheek and which one was a teardrop.

danny’s in front of him now. he’s full of so much excitement and life that the longer he looks at his brother, the more sadness he feels.

he couldn’t be out here. he couldn’t be with other people now. he needed to be alone.

“i need to go back inside,” taehyung says, using his sleeve to wipe his nose and his cold, shaking hands to wipe his eyes. “i’m sorry.”

he turns away, walking back into the apartment complex in silence.

#( * SOLO )#fuck proofreading #an alternate title would have been saudade #but i didn't want to misuse the word bc ... memrise and i are on a break atm so i'm not studying #plus the lovely mun of ccyoongi said that first snow was a Them song so <3 #&& solo #death //#&& eternity series #( * FORGET ME NOT SERIES )

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cctaehyung · 6 years

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ccjisoo:

a rookie and a special class walk into a store. there will probably be punches if someone crosses the line ( all puns intended ).

if jisoo sometimes even got to disrespect her own father then who was the random fool ricky to compare? she’d probably say he hated him, but she used that word so often that it started to lose meaning. her hand pulled warhammer closer, the main move for anyone who was bumped outside of their house. of course, she knew the other wasn’t there to steal her, but every minimal detail mattered, and she wanted him to know how much unwanted he was in the area.

“owl? you know very well this is the face of a fox.” she enjoyed her titles, and reminding a desert fox was something people told her since she was a child. she did not care about his fascinations for the animal; it was hers before it was his. “i never suggested taking a picture. you just thought about it because we all know you wanted to.” jisoo threw a strand of behind her shoulder, eyes rolling in the process. he was so childish it made her want to puke. “also, you’re looking at fucking dolls, ricky. how old are you again? twelve? or do you use these for something else?”

when he noticed the other girl pulling her warhammer, ricky couldn’t help but snort because the action baffled him more than made him feel threatened. in fact, everything about this interaction made him want to laugh. it was ironic how out of all the places in the world, he would have to run into her here, probably about to start an epic verbal fight in the middle of the mall. frankly, taehyung didn’t want to waste his magic in public with everyone watching, so he doesn’t even dare touch his ring at this exact moment. all he does is cross his arms and cock his brow as he looks at her.

“foxes mind their own damn business, but you can keep on calling yourself that, owlie,” he responds. “and i thought i already made it clear i don’t want my phone screen to crack? why on earth would i want to take a picture of you if i’m at risk of wasting hundreds of dollars on a new one just because of your rotten face? stop praising yourself so much. it’s sad seeing you put yourself on a pedestal to make me feel stupid.”

“speaking of stupid, you’re also here for dolls too, kid,” he rolls his eyes, bringing out one hand to show the dolls right in front of her. “what i use them for is none of your business. you don’t see me making assumptions about you while you’re looking at these.”

&&* angelic

#( * ANGELIC )#ccjisoo #oof im late #( * USELESS WORDS )

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ahh... work. taehyung enjoyed work. he really did. there wasn’t much paperwork to do for him. it was usually just sitting down with his boss and watching anime while getting paid for it. his past jobs have been a bit of a pain in the ass, if he had to be honest. he had to do too much and his coworkers didn’t even try to mask the fact that they didn’t like him. granted, his boss’s father didn’t exactly like him either and it was obvious from what happened at the interview and after. but, in the end, he got the job because of kento’s constant pleading. he feels that he should be thankful for that.

because of the job, however, he’s gotten to see many inventions from chobotics. from the dolls to the loxo translation earbuds, he’s been able to discover and even test them every day. though he doesn’t use them as often, they can be pretty useful.

however, he tries his best not to depend on them much. he’s tried learning both japanese and english, one being for the people at work and the other since he’s encountered foreigners pretty often. however, he didn’t expect to run into one today. in fact, he was just planning to get to work with no communication at all. that was the game plan. he didn’t want to have to have any human interaction in the city today unless it was at work or home. somehow, life didn’t seem to get the message and got one person to go up to him. he’s speaking in english? this would be a bit difficult, but ricky was going to try his best. according to duolingo and memrise, he was doing decently well.

“ah... uh...,” he tries to think of the words quickly. “yes. i work at this place that made this, so i can take you there if you like.” nailed it.

🅱️ROKEN

@cctaehyung

“motherfuck,” michael sees a young mother, eyes wide in horror, cover a small child’s ears and hurry away. he’s always had a loud voice and a poor sense of censorship; he blames a childhood in new jersey where literally no one gave a shit and his own mother had a mouth on her like a sailor. obviously he picked up quite the colorful vocabulary, but he forgets to watch himself now that he lives in a much more conservative culture.

the earbud had been uncomfortable when he dug it out of his skull, staring at the tiny device and wondering where it had started failing him when it had always been worn comfortably before. then he sees it. a hairline of a crack right down one of the plastic seams and the tiny chip missing there. had he dropped it too many times at home? michael couldn’t be sure, but he did know that the dumb thing pinched something terrible whenever he tried to put it back in his ear canal. fearing for the safety of his ear, he leaves it out.

the flaw in the plan, though, is that he can no longer understand any word spoken around him. he relied on the loxo buds, having only been in this country for barely a month. he knows he needs to get it fixed or replaced as soon as possible, so he bites the bullet. he approaches a young man, hoping that the other speaks more english than he knows korean, and shows off the broken earpiece first.

“hey, do you know where i can take this? the nearest place to here?”

#( * BROKEN )#like my soul #ccxmichael #( * USELESS WORDS )

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he’s not one to judge cards. though it’s his job to catch them and some cards can be a pain in the ass, he’s met some cards of heroes that he became in good terms with (not to mention he had a card who was not only his pet, but his sidekick as well). though they could’ve been as terrifying as monsters or familiars, the fact that they all have a human form now just makes it easier to talk to them and be able to be empathetic with them and vice-versa.

besides soonshim, there were many other cards that actually enjoyed the presence of humans and heroes. it’s usually the individuals that are the most friendly to him, so he thinks that the combination of a nice card and a card that actually likes heroes and humans is pretty common. it’s strange, though. perhaps they have finally accepted them in some way despite their long history of them being imprisoned. if ricky was a card, he wouldn’t know how he would be able to forgive them so easily.

one of said cards has a hero who was a member of the resistance, so he knows the other pretty well. he knew minhyun pretty well from the fact that they were in the resistance together and also from danny (sadly). he’s heard danny mention kenta plenty of times, but ricky doesn’t seem to interact with him that much. the two are friends, though. ricky believes so, anyways. he genuinely liked the other card’s company and personality.

that’s why, when he turns around to see that the other had called out to him, he doesn’t look at him with a look of confusion or distaste. ricky waves his hand a bit and he thinks about the question for a bit before answering. did he have anything to do? not really. he pretty much just finished most of his training just now. so whatever the other needed, ricky was fully available for it.

“oh no, i just finished what i needed to do,” he explained. “my schedule’s pretty free until like... later on, anyway. what’s up?”

* bro

a random starter for @cctaehyung, who sent a prompt to this post !

on days where minhyun brings kenta to hero training, he often finds himself a bit bored – though watching the heroes run around and spar is interesting for a while, he gets antsy when sitting by himself on the sidelines. on days where the practise gets really long or especially boring, he’ll get up and wander around, visiting some of the other heroes he recognizes ( and minhyun’s normally okay with it as long as he stays within eyesight. )

today, minhyun has been paired up with one of the dummies, and though he does look pretty cool ( which kenta makes sure to tell him, clapping and cheering ) he gets bored watching after a while. he looks around the area, and, in the distance, spots a familiar red head of hair – he stands up, making sure minhyun catches his eye before he waves, then heads off across the gym floor.

“hey, ricky!"

he smiles when he sees the other turn around. though he and ricky have mostly only gotten closer because kenta knows his brother, the luck card has known his name for a fairly long time. kenta has always thought he was one of the most impressive heroes in the league, at least out of the ones he’s been introduced to. he remembers minhyun and dongho once mentioning that he’s something called a… super class? special class? or something along those lines; but either way, kenta thinks he’s pretty cool.

"i got kinda bored watching minhyun kick that dummy around, so i wanted to come say hi… um, if you’re not busy anyway–”

#( * USELESS WORDS )#( * BRO )#cclucky #this is so late lol OOPSIE

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cctaehyung · 7 years

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러블리즈 (Lovelyz) - 종소리 (Twinkle)

#&& music box #if u think i wouldnt rt this HHAHAH U ARE WRONG

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It had been a bit of a rough day for Ricky, however it wasn’t for anything related to saving humans from cards or familiars. Instead, it had to do with work. He loved his boss. Really, he did. But sometimes, his job as an assistant felt like he was more of a babysitter since his boss was far from mature, save the questionable porn he watches.

It’s why by the end of the day, he feels he deserves another cup of coffee. Ricky plans to stay up the night, meaning he had something important to do or he was preparing to do something important to do tonight. Some missions come off as a surprise, so he always prepared himself for the worst.

However, besides his drink, the only other thing he had attention on was his laptop in front of him. At least until he notices a girl who sat at another table, holding her phone up and showing it in his direction.

She look entertained, but Ricky was far from pleased. In fact, he was kind of irritated. No glares or bitch faces though. Just a “what’s so funny” face.

Milky Beard

Yuna sat in a cafe, sipping her coffee, enjoying some cake. It was a peaceful day, aka her favourite kind of day. No heroes to fight, no cards to fight, no one trying to capture her either – what more could a card, almost constantly tired of everything want? Well, admittedly, Yura was more on the constantly tired side than Yuna, but she had her days as well.

And to her surprise the day got even better. A bit away from her, sat a young man with an – in her opinion – utterly hilarious milk beard and he seemed to not be aware of it at all, at least that’s what she thought. At first Yuna only glanced into his direction, trying to stifle her giggles. She had to bite her lip for that.

It didn’t help for long, though and she took out her phone. People weren’t supposed to film strangers… but she wasn’t exactly human, so did that still apply to her? And even I it would have, she wouldn’t have cared for it much.

The girl started the camera of her phone and tried to film him as unnoticeably as possible, though her chuckles could possibly give her away.

@cctaehyung

#( * MILKY BEARD )#ccxyuna #OUR FIRST THREAD TOGETHER FINALLY

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@ccyoongi replied to your post “seduce ?”

AAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAA AAA AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#ccyoongi #lov u

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seduce 👀

seduce — write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa

he had always imagined the ballroom to be a place of elegance. if a party were held in one, it’d be full of the rich who had class and a table with champagne or sparkling water for anyone who wasn’t of age. there would be a buffet along with a few snacks if anyone wanted something lighter and classical music played at the front at some random corner as people danced to it or just simply listened. the visitors had a mask on. whether it’d be an actual mask that covered the top half of their face, a mental mask to hide any thought or emotion that might seem obvious on a person’s face, or maybe some combination of both. even if something seemed familiar, it had to be foreign in some way. that’s how ballroom parties worked in his head, specifically masquerade ones.

apart from the outfit and the mask that matched along with it, ricky did not necessarily feel any different. he had no idea what yuuko, aku, eli moon, or any other magical being had planned when setting up the event, but he was confident that not all intentions were normal. the strange vibe of magic was clear in the air the moment the boy walked into the building and he did not feel comfortable with it. luckily, it wasn’t similar to the one he felt at the expo. he would’ve left as soon as he felt that again.

despite the fact that they wore masks, taehyung obviously recognized his friends, enemies, teammates and acquaintances all around. their outfits, especially the women’s, were extravagant to say the least. he felt confident in his own outfit enough, but just looking at everyone else made him feel as if this was a room full of so much colour surrounded by walls and a floor of gold.

his features could be recognizable. he was sure that as he turns and looks around, he would encounter someone who would immediately know who he was. he hasn’t talked with much people to begin with, but the looks people gave him show the fact that they could identify him in the huge crowd. it wasn’t a sign that was necessary, but he still appreciated it.

he eventually finds himself at the tables where most of the partygoers sat. seeing them, taehyung was able to tell if they sat because they were tired or if they had nothing else to do but to eat or watch other people do what they needed to do. it was easy for him to know. it was easy for any other person to know.

among those tables however, he sees a familiar figure and he stops walking and looking around the moment he spots him. he wasn’t even looking for him in the first place. sure, he was searching for some company so he didn’t look like a lonely idiot, but the fact that fate had somehow brought this boy right to him was hilarious. it seems as if the two of them were destined to run into each other at the most unfortunately fitting times.

after coming to a decision, he walks to the table to ask the boy who sat there a question. “is this seat taken?”

he doesn’t reply automatically, but judging from the tone of his voice, it seemed as if he knew ricky was speaking. “yeah,” he replies. “you can’t sit here.”

ricky smiles to himself at the response. “i see you’re still bitter as ever,” he replies, walking over to the seat in front of him and sitting down. “i’ll warm up the seat for this someone then. that way, other people wouldn’t be willing to take it.”

yoongi rolls his eyes. “whatever.”

even if he got the message that he was not in the mood to talk to him, taehyung still tries to keep a conversation going between the both of them. reasons why? to be annoying while also keeping himself company.

“didn’t think i’d see you here tonight,” ricky starts. “i’m sure you got an invitation, but you could’ve declined. did someone drag you to the party?”

“why is it any of your business if someone else brought me here or not?” he asks. “you don’t see me asking you if your brothers forced you to come to this place.”

he raises his eyebrows. “well, to answer your question, they didn’t,” he answers. “i was forced to come here because of the invitation. special class members are required.”

“what a shame. maybe i shouldn’t have come so i didn’t get to see your annoying face.”

“this annoying face is helping you make the party less boring, though,” he states. “you should be grateful.”

“and how are you going to make it any less boring?” he asks. “by continuing to irritate me?”

the music in the background and the people dancing in the ballroom gives taehyung an idea. “how about you dance with me?”

yoongi blinks and gives a look of disbelief. “excuse me?”

“you heard me,” he replies, standing up from his seat afterwards. he walks to the side of yoongi’s chair, holding out a hand to him. “why? don’t think you can dance?”

“i never said i couldn’t-”

“dance with me, then,” he says with a cool, yet reassuring smile. “you can dance with the devil just for tonight. that’s all i’m asking you.”

he’s hesitant, but he takes the hand anyway, letting the other help him stand up from his chair. with yoongi following behind him, taehyung walks to the floor while not letting go of his hand. the moment taehyung stops and pulls yoongi over to get the both of them to face each other, the boy stomps on his foot, earning a hiss from the redhead in response to the pain.

“sorry,” he says sarcastically. “didn’t see your foot there.”

he does nothing about the action but give him a forced smile as they kept going on. he’s never been taught, but it’s not like he didn’t know how to dance. he’s danced with yoongi before, just not in this setting and not in this situation.

it’s a bit of a surprise to him that there was no one messing up. taehyung didn’t want to ruin this moment with any weird steps or hesitations, but it seemed as if no matter what he did, yoongi would follow. the satisfaction of how they went along with what the other did made it difficult to not grin like an idiot over something as little as that, but ricky made sure to keep his composure. besides the bright mask he put on today, he also had confidence. he was aware that it had always been a good look on him.

even if they were dancing, taehyung still wanted to make sure there would be an ongoing conversation between the both of them. “say, you’re not so bad at this,” he compliments him. “did you have lessons for dancing during those two years or something?”

“you’re not too bad either,” the other responds. “did you learn how to dance to impress someone? i wouldn’t be surprised if you only danced just to get into someone’s pants.”

ouch. “well, people would do anything to get what they want,” he replies. “i just wanted some company. couldn’t handle being alone.”

“if you couldn’t handle being alone, why did you push me away then?” yoongi asks, getting direct eye contact with him.

“i have my reasons,” he says, refusing to break the stare as they continued to move along. “all that really matters is that i’m not the same person i was before.”

yoongi looks away from him then. “you don’t need to tell me. i know that already,” he replies bluntly. “you were nicer and less of a prick.”

the dance stops for a bit as taehyung looks at the boy who refused to face him. “i’m not talking about that,” he states, continuing the dance despite the personal conversation. “i’m not some slut who sleeps around with random strangers anymore, you know. i haven’t done that in a while.”

yoongi hesitates. “that… doesn’t change the fact that you’re not any less of a jerk.”

“but i’m not pushing you away now,” he answers before putting their dance to an end by pulling the other close, unintentionally getting the other to look back at him. “i’m pulling you close.”

the world around them suddenly becomes quiet and blurry. rather than feeling as if they were at a party with other people around them, taehyung felt as if it was just the two of them in the room together. the longer they looked at each other, the more taehyung felt as if he was about to float. even if his feet were firmly on the ground, he felt as if he was about to float up into the air.

he begins to wonder if yoongi felt the same. did he still even have feelings for taehyung? did he even know that he did? taehyung was no longer a hero in yoongi’s eyes. he wasn’t even the boyfriend. he wished there was a way he would know how yoongi felt. perhaps if they swapped for the day, that might let taehyung know if he was free from the racing heartbeat or if he would still have it.

the gaze on yoongi’s eyes suddenly fall to his lips. he hasn’t seen them this close in a while. the fact that they were right in front of him now felt unbelievable to him. he didn’t want to have to ask yoongi to pinch him to make sure he’s not dreaming right now. just the simple fact that yoongi was close to him now felt like reality was far from his reach.

as soon as he closes the space between them to kiss those lips, even with how soft they are, he doesn’t feel so light anymore. in fact, everything was slowly going back to normal. the kiss wasn’t short and sweet, but it was long and romantic. no longer did taehyung feel as if he was floating off of the ground or as if yoongi and him were the only ones in the world together. he was back on the planet earth in a party surrounded by many people in a ballroom.

when he pulls back, it all comes back to him and though the feeling felt foreign, it also felt comfortable. the fact that taehyung was no longer kissing yoongi anymore felt odd to him, which he found confusing. rather than wanting to kiss him again while he was gone, taehyung just simply wanted him back. when he saw him again, he just wanted him to be safe. there was no thoughts on touch or the crave of it. it was strictly thoughts on his wellbeing and the fact that he was alive and well.

taehyung hadn’t felt like wanting to kiss yoongi again in such a long time that the moment the feeling returns to him, he finds it irritating to be surrounded by so many people. god, that boy was so powerful. he makes ricky feel so much in his heart that he’s surprised that it hasn’t burst with love yet.

but, love had already been given. even if he still wanted it, he just wanted to have to feel those lips against his once again for perhaps maybe a longer time.

taehyung looks around himself before looking back at the boy in front of him. “say… you wanna ditch the dance floor and have some more fun somewhere else?”

no words come out of yoongi’s pretty lips. he only nods, earning a grin from ricky.

“then let’s get out of here.”

rather than being in a place full of light, they were now surrounded by darkness. the sound of the music is distant, while the sound of voices aren’t that audible where they are. the both of them wanted to be somewhere private on the floor, but not too far from the center of attention. it wasn’t like they were going to do something too scandalous now. hopefully that would left for later outside of the party. taehyung knew yoongi well enough that at this point of time, he wouldn’t feel comfortable with having sex at a place like this, regardless if they were hidden or not.

it was never listed on taehyung’s agenda to make out with yoongi tonight, but he was far from upset about the fact that he was doing just that. after having not kissed the boy in such a long time, he feels as if he deserved this. sure, yoongi doesn’t know exactly how ricky feels about all of this, but he didn’t need to. it’d be too complicated for him to fully understand, anyway.

taehyung was obsessed. he was in love with having to feel yoongi’s lips against his again and again. no longer was there a mask covering their faces to get in the way. when the both of them kiss each other, taehyung is relieved to not have to feel anything else touch him other than yoongi and vice versa. the scent, touch, and sound as they continued to kiss each other felt like home, but in a strange way. at a setting like this, it made sense to feel this even now.

he pulls away for a bit to let the both of them catch their breath. “god,” he says breathlessly. “you have no idea how long i have wanted to do that.”

“to makeout with me?” yoongi asks.

“just- to kiss you, in general,” ricky replies.

“why did you even kiss me in the first place?”

“couldn’t help it,” he answers. “your lips just looked so soft and irresistible.”

“you little-” yoongi stops the moment he sees ricky’s smile. “ugh. just shut up and keep on kissing me.”

taehyung laughs. “whatever you say, sweetheart,” he says before he kisses him again.

like how it went the first time, the kiss starts off sweet and gentle before taehyung deepens it, making yoongi sigh into it. the action gives ricky the idea to move the kisses lower from his lips to his neck to get more of a reaction from him. fortunately, yoongi gives him what he wants by moaning lowly, making taehyung smile against the skin of his neck. he wants to say a snarky comment, but he holds it in as he continues.

unfortunately, to ruin the moment, taehyung feels his phone vibrate in his pocket that forces him to pull away. he quickly looks at the contact name and sighs to himself before he looks back at an expecting yoongi.

“duty calls,” he says. “the boss is calling me.”

yoongi lets out a silent whine that taehyung was able to hear. it makes him smile before he holds yoongi’s hand.

“i’ll make it quick. i promise,” he says before leaning in to give the boy one last kiss for now. he pulls back and whispers low enough for the other to hear. “when i come back, let’s take round two somewhere else other than here, hm?”

the reaction on the other’s face lets taehyung take it as a yes, letting go of his hand as he walks away. “i’ll see you later then, kitten!” he says while walking away. he stops to turn around back at the other. “by the way, you look amazing tonight,” he turns around quickly so that he doesn’t see the other’s reaction before he takes the call and puts his phone up to his ear.

#ccyoongi #an au where this happens #this is technically kiss but hey ??? could also be seduce in a way #i guess??? is this seducing idk #i had another idea which was first timeline when they dated but this. this needed to be written.#*u tried star*

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sing

sing — write a drabble of my character singing to yours.

singing for him comes naturally. he didn’t do it professionally, nor did he ever desire to. taehyung considers singing a hobby and a stress reliever. it was a way for him to calm down to sing at the top of his lungs, but sometimes he felt some peace in himself if he sings even lowly to soonshim for her to calm down or fall asleep. using his voice in an artistic and melodic way was some sort of medicine for him.

it’s why when minhyun asks him to sing him a song out of the blue, taehyung is not only surprised but a bit reluctant. he didn’t want to be criticized by minhyun since he did singing professionally along with everyone else in me.a. but, with just a deep breath, he says okay after being reassured once again that he won’t be a critic. he wouldn’t say anything or give advice.

“don’t cringe at me either,” taehyung tells minhyun before he waits for a few seconds of silence to aid him before he begins.

“do you know? i can’t fall asleep,” he starts off in a soft voice, intending it to bring the same mood the singer of the song shows. “do you know? i can’t have a dream. even if i’m not in your arms, you fall asleep comfortably. you have a dream peacefully. i stay awake all night.”

he pauses, looks back at the the other and asks him a question. “do you want me to continue?? or...?”

#ccminhyun #yes dawn we get it you're a fucking lovelinus

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HATE

hate — write our character’s hating each other.

the moment he looks at that face, he feels something negative stir up inside of him.

he wasn’t sure what it was, but it made him feel sick to his stomach. such a face makes him feel nauseous for some reason, but he wasn’t sure how or why. he would’ve known the reason why he disliked jimin so much since he had went back to the past after experiencing the future. hell, he doesn’t even remember if he hated jimin back then. a surprise since he’s the only one of the two who knows the most.

but here he is wondering one thing: why do the both of them dislike each other?

it’s not even hateful conversations. it’s rather them just refusing to look at each other, much less be around each other. every time they did, they would only glare. or at least, ricky would. the feeling of hating park jimin felt so familiar to him and taehyung was unsure of why. there had to be a reason, but there wasn’t one he could think of at the spot. what did he do to deserve this? what did ricky do to deserve the same treatment?

all he knew was that jimin was not to be trusted, nor was he to be good company around.

he wasn’t going to be responsible for how others think of him, but for now he wanted to stay far away from him as possible. he wouldn’t want to be infected by his ignorance.

#( * EVERYBODY TALKS )#this is ?? kinda weird ??#idk i hope u enjoyed it though #ccjimin

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& nightmare + murder ♥

nightmare —write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.

murder —write my character killing yours or vice versa

in the milky way, the sun is not much of a magnificent star. it is not as bright, nor is it as spectacular as most stars that could burst and turn into a beautiful supernova. there were many stars that were smaller and could live longer than the sun, but also many that were bigger that could die when the sun only gets a bit older. if anyone were to compare it to stars like pollux or betelgeuse, then they would realize that the sun is not as great as it seems.

still, many humans admire it to this day. after all, their planet and many others revolve around it. the sun brings them light and it is the only star that is big enough for them to see. its warm rays let people know they are loved in subtle way and its light guides others to know where to be while also aiding plants to grow. when it comes to earth, the sun has good intentions. if nature was the earth’s mother, the sun would be the kind and loving inventor.

but if anyone were to try and embrace it back, they were to burn. they would combust and disappear for such a careless mistake on their part. they were even advised to not do something so careless, but their foolish minds would still try. that was why icarus had died, after all. many people say he fell in love and tried to reach for the sun, only to fall deeper and deeper in the icarian sea.

perhaps that is why he wanted to keep people at a distance.

he didn’t want anyone to be hurt by him.

(tw: death under cut. read with caution.)

he is in his true form.

he had seen his fair share of such beasts before. he had seen basil as one and many heroes from the apocalypse become their own true form as well. though he had tried to keep it a secret to the league for so long, eager to keep his signature magic, he was aware of the darkness that was growing in him because of his despair and worry in his heart.

in this form, he has no memory of how he became this or anything from before. he does not remember the nightmares, the unexpected morbid fascination, or the hallucinations. he does not remember the migraines, blue rashes, or the feeling of bugs under and on his skin. he does not remember looking into the mirror and not even showing reaction to his unhealthy appearance. there are no names in his head. no familiar faces or significant relationships. all he feels is power and hunger. a hunger for destruction.

he was close to nonhuman. rather than being a hero, he was now a villain. there was no way someone could apply kim taehyung and ricky to this gigantic, red familiar. looking down at the heroes that have entered his realm with the intention to attack him, he only raises his hands to send dangerous flares to bring them pain, the intention to killing them as they circle around him.

as he continues to try to destroy them with delight that did not show on his face, the familiar suddenly hears a faint voice at the back of his head saying something he was unable to make out. he chooses to ignore it and he continues trying to destroy the heroes in front of him.

“TAEHYUNG!” the voice screams out then, pain very clear in the tone. instead of stopping to find the source of it, the flaring familiar only screams in pain and sends out a strong gust of wind, knocking the others down, but not completely off of where they stood.

“it’s working!” one voice says in excitement, continuing to hurt the monster’s head. “he heard you!”

“keep on going, yoongi!” another voice screams aloud, making him only wail in pain some more.

“s̵h̵u̸t̴ ̸u̴p̷,̴,” the monster thinks to himself internally. ̴”s̶h̴u̵t̶ ̸u̷p̶.̶ ̷”

the first voice continues to shout more words at the monster. random things about how he wants to help him with his pain and how he understood that the boy was so lonely in his thoughts and no one was there to help because he didn’t want to burden them. he mentions how it was bad to leave his burdens aside only to let them pile up more and more to have a result like this.

the monster continues to show anguish at the sounds that only gave him a headache. he tried to silence him by sending out more flares, but the yelling doesn’t stop there.

“š̶̘ẖ̸̉͜ù̵̧̺͝ṭ̶̽ ̷̲̀ǘ̵̡͝p̵̬̂.̶̨̩͒̕ ̴̰̇s̷̨̥̎ḧ̵̫́u̸̙̥̅ẗ̷͕̂ ̸̝͛̽u̴͍̜̍͘p̸̲̣̋.̸͔́̄ ̷̬̫̅Š̴͔̞̓H̵̖̽̚Ȗ̸̺̟T̶̪̣͌ ̸̡̉U̶̘̫̔Ṕ̷̹͝.̴̞̏ ̴͇̄”

it hurts that the human does not know what the familiar was thinking, because he continues to speak. he names random people that only make it more painful for the monster to hear before eventually mentioning his own. he continues to go on and on in the hurt voice of his and it makes the monster realize that this was his third strike.

he had ENOUGH.

“S̶͓͉̱̟̗̬̱̞̭͚̤̗͙͂͐̎́H̴̻͓͇͖̪̉̍̃͋̑̆͜Ų̸̡̹̼̫͎̜̠͉͔͙̱̭̹̪̆T̴̥͕͙͕͆̄͋͊̈́́̉̓̈̄̌̆͆͂̾̚ ̸̧̮̻̐Ṷ̸̢̼̫̳̞̗̋͗͛̈́͒͂̇̅̈̿̍̕P̶̛̛͚͇͒͂̈͑̀.̴̡̛̬̪͕̯̩̘͈͉̲͖̯͙̟̻͇̈́̈́̉̂̊͊͆̈́͝͝͝ ̶̧͓̮̰̭̯͚̣̩͍̝̦̀͊́̓͊͜S̴͈̱̘̘͔͓̲̳̼̽̆͘̕͜Ṯ̵̛̬̖̯̠̥̟̹̣͇̐̎̿̈́̄̀́̾̏̕͜O̴͈͍̯̤̥̹̰̥̓͗͊͂̊̕P̵̢̻̯̙̯̌͋̉̐̃.̶̫̼̺̜̹̮͈͚͚̤̹̜̙͊̓̋́̅̎̾̾͒̽̾̃̅͋̆̚͜ ̷̢̢͉̙͓͖̹̞̟͆̍͌̋̌̀̒͘͝Ș̸̛̩̠͉̮͙́̊̆̌̈́̄̀̋̇̅̒̽͘͝Ţ̷̢̖̱̯̗̹̬̪̗̂̈́̔̕Ö̵̧̮̻͖̻̪̙̦́̆͆́P̴͈͖͊̈́̄̃̑̿̈́͐͂̄̓ ̸̡̪̪̗̰̏͗̐̈́̎̿̈́̈́͋͑͘͘̕̚͠ͅT̴͔̼̱͔̥͇̰̘̬͍̣͙̥͈̝̋̐̆͂́̀̑͗͋̑̓̒̐̾͆̐H̴̥̥̲͈̜̳̗̰̼̻̳̩̩̓̈́̀̉̓̌͆͊͑͆̅̕͜I̴̳̯͉̣͎̬̗̖̝͍̓̓͑͒̚͝͝S̸̢̢̛̟͇̪̠̙̝̝̳͙̪͇̞̝̾̿̽̐̀̒̉̓͒͑̓̚͠͝.̸̛̭̮͓͎͙̤̹͓́͛́̎̒̐͆̊́̔͘ͅ ̶̢̢̯̜̳̻̳̗̻̺̰̘̥͇̖̃͆͠S̶̡̘̮̰̱͎̱̾̎T̷̖̥̜̤̎̐Ö̸̡̡̪̣̭͚̘̠͎̳̻̜̺̩ͅP̷̨̟̫̱̹̘͓͈̥͕̠̯̑̈́̈̌̽ͅ!̴̨͚͉͚̩͔̫̪͈̩̲̺̱̯̬̗̈́͝!̶̨̧̧͇̤̳̤͖̻͓̽̆̾̑͑͋̿͒̆̑͘͠ͅ”

the familiar screams before he reaches out to the rock that the boy stood on and grabbed him, holding his small body in his broiling fist. he tightened his grasp on the body, not only attempting to squeeze the life out of him, but also attempting to burn him alive from the inside and out.

he was right, though. taehyung would never do this to poor min yoongi, a boy he would do absolutely anything for. he did not only mean the whole world to him, but he meant the whole galaxy. he is not only a lover, but also his best friend and possibly his supporter. while taehyung tries to make himself into a better person, yoongi is there by his side to support and help him. he’s never met a boy who loved him for the way he is. whether he was stubborn, silly, or even emotional, yoongi never left him. even now, yoongi was standing there for him. to save him.

but taehyung could no longer be saved. in this timeline, he forgets to help himself. he forgets to treat himself right and become a better person. he does not turn into the cold-hearted man that people once knew him as, but he becomes more gloomy. the light in his eyes only get dimmer and the smile on his face refuses to show. the hero of the sun was slowly losing his light and what was worse about it was that he was the only one who knew. he did not reach out to anyone as the darkness in his heart was killing him from the inside.

“I̶̛̬̫̱̲͚̺̤͕̝̲̗͓̭͖̣̫̭̟̮̭̻̠̼͉̫̥̣̞̝̹͇̩̩͑͒͒͑̂̈̂̐͛̌͂̍́͘ ̶̢̧̧͈̲͈̠̭̞̞̤̱͔̞̻̱͈̱̗̮̖͓̗̱̰͓̪̻̊̋̈́̉̈͛͑̽͌̊͂̅̂̕̚̚͜Ẅ̶̨̧̮͇̘̫͈̜͖̺̣͙̗̬̘̙̣̤̯̗̲̝́̆̋͂̓̋͜Ȉ̴̧̮̭̮͕̯͉̥̫͇̠̞̭̺̙̫̻̜̝̋̈̉͌́͒̎̔́̎̑̀̆͝ͅL̵̢̡̡͔̥̗̦̟̝̤͎͙͚͎̈́̐͗͆̌̇͒̀̽̆͝͠͠ͅL̵̨̩͔̥̮̟͖̠̳̖̭͎̘͇͔͈̞̜̣̲̱͉̠̰̻̬͑́̀̔͋̏̏͒́̀̕̚͜͝ͅ ̴̢̛͕̲̹̜̘͓͉̘͙͈̲̰̲̜͙̏͑̒̈́͌̾̃̀̋̈̋̅̕̚͝N̷̡̛͉͍̻̤̖͓̭̰̬͖͖̦̳̲̜̦̟̬͉̹̺̆́̇̃͜ͅǪ̵̡̧̨̢̧͍̖̥͉̮͍̘̝̥͉̘̠͎͔͙͙̪̗̙̯̳͉͛̈́͋̐̈́̾͜͜͜ͅT̴̛͎̖̼͖̠͙͕̠̰͓̳̞̺̟͚͚̯̠̞͉͎̝̝͎̾̄̀̂̋͌̈̍̀͜͝ͅ ̸̨͔͍̤̫͕̘͓̣͓̪̫̬̤͔̦̪͚͔͇̼̣̜̯̱̬̝͉̽̋͂̈́͌̏̕͠ͅL̶̳̫̱̎̑͋̎̇̀̉̏̈́͗͂̊̿̓͑̐̐̇̏̄͘͘̕͝Ẻ̷̢̡̛͈̭̥̦̪̹͇̙̦͓̘̤̾̎̏̌̓̂́̍̇̍͂͊̃̌͂̈́̆̎͒̑̋̽͒͘͝͝͝͠T̵̡̧̨̢̗̣̬̼̗͇̻̬͔̭̮͇̗̳̩̤̣̽̏̎̌͊̈̅̍̆͐̇̈͘ͅ ̸̡̢̢̡̢̩͇̝͉͚̖̩͕̟̲̠̱͖͍̯̩̩͍̀́̃̃̍̄̿̈́̾͑̍́̅̀̾̎͌̕̕͜͝͝͝͝Y̶̨̳͙̮̰̭̺̙̤̰̻͍̥̬͇͉̎̈́̆͋̿͊͊̍͛͐̀̂O̴̡̡̧̡͇̮͔̖͔̤͉̣͍̼̖̮̙̰̟͇͚̠͓̙̝̎̃̃̈͒̒̌͊́̾͜U̶̧̨̧̱͈̬̻͉̠̰͕̣͎̜̦͍̣̬͇̯̟͍͇̙̗̻͎̘̰̝̇͐̒̒͛͂̋̆̓̄̀́̑́͒̏̑̎͛͊́̏̉̐̕̕̚̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͠͝ͅ ̶̢̧̝͍̼̭̳̗̈́͆͊͐̈́̌̊̿̓͌̾̌̊́̈́́̓̌̊̎̀͋̄̅̾͂̂̕̕̚͝͠͠͠H̶̡̢̨̛̝͙̫͍̗̗̣̪̼̟͖̻͈̯͚̔̈́̍̃̀̎̆̍͗̈́̔̒̂̓̆́́̋͑́̚͘̕͜͝͝͝Ư̸̧̨̢̯͇̱̩̦̺̻̮͔͔̬̣͎̝̟̫̾̐͊̂͌̇̃̐̏̌̒̀̿̽͌̍͗̋͌͛̆́̌͒̔͘̚͘͜͠͠͠͝ͅR̶̨̡̢̧̡̛̤͉̤͖̯̱̫͔͕͈͔͚̗̪̩͇͓̹͓̯͙̞̮̍̂̍̌͌̌̽̿̈́̈̅̐̂͒̈͊̓̉̒̋̎̀́͊̋̕͘̕͜͝͝͠͠T̶̙͉̪̪͙̀̄͊̈́̒ ̷̡̨̧̛̛̛̠̗̰̜̯͎͔̼̳̄̀͒̆̂̎̽̑͛̏͗̉̈́̍͛̀̀͘̕͜͝M̶̢̰̲̙̪̺̣̙͇̼͎̒̅̀͗́̅̍̐͛̔͒͛̂͑͊̏̽̓̈́̓̋͑̂͒̅̽͘͝Ẻ̵̡̧̜̤̺͓̻̙̱̳̗̥̼̠̠̖̳̀͒̍͝ ̴̢̢̧̩̲̪͙̮͈̣͈̻́͆͒̍̃̋̀̃̊̀̕Ạ̵̧̛̛̳̩̖̦̩̺͍̭̻͈̱͈̗͙̩͇͙̻̺̫̱̞̯̜̗͓͓̻̪̙͆̏͑̓͛̑͗̔̉͌̽̃́̌̓͆͌̆̀̿̒̎͆̅̚͘͘͜͝͝͝͝Ḡ̶̨̧̢̫͔͈̖̬̣͖̫̗̗̱̘̺̤̜̙͕̪̻̞̜̰̫̘̟͋̀̆͐ͅA̵̬̱͖̲̒I̶̡̢͎͔̩̮̠̪̟̬̖̖̗͙͕͚̭̝̮̩͓͉̳͖̬̣̞̥̩͕͌̋̇͜͝ͅŇ̶̝̜̖̯̺̤͈͎̠̗̖̫͉͔͛̃̀͂̀̓̑̅̔̚͠.̵̛̖̻̠̙̘̼͉̟͎͎̘͔͂̈̀͑́̿͘͝ͅ”

just in a few seconds, the monster feels all leftover strength and movement in his body come to an end and he drops the boy where he is never to be seen again. the darkness finally kills his humanity inside of him and leaves him as a red giant. he looks at the other heroes who stood in front of him, hearing a yell from one ball around him and he looks over at it and shows them the monster’s blinding square smile that only looked sinister even from a distance.

“W̴̢̢̛̤̱̻̩̖̣͉̦̘͍̳͚͈͖͇͔̦̝͎̠̫͍̻͉͉̥͖͎̪̬͖͙̱̲̝̯͚̫͂̿̍̏̽̋͊̏̎͆̒̊̎̐͂͂͋́͂͑̉̍̽̾̊̏͋͑͌͛͂̇̌̌̍̾̑͂̒͛̐̇̏̈́̒̆̏̓̀́͑͗̓̃̽̐̓͘̕͘̕͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝H̷̱̖̼̟̼̓͆̃́̔̓͒̉͆̇̃̈́̉̇͆̄̌͆̽̔̄̈́́̑̓͛̉̌́̄̾̀͋̏̇̑̀̈́͊̈́́̀̾̇̚̚̚͠͝͝Ơ̶̧̫̣̹͙̺̯̓͆͌̌̔̇̂̔̈́͐̋̑͛̐̅̓̌͑̈́͂͂̈́̆͑̇̇̽̓̀̒̓̎̐͌̿̓͋́͊̿̃͒̐̈̿̂͐̈́̇́͆́̄̕̕̚̚͘͜͝͝͝͠͝͝'̵̛̹̲͉̞̞͚͙̼͖̦̺̠̤͉̪̥͓̜̙͔̘͆̒͆̈́̄͒͒͛̊̌̏̀̌̒̆̎̆̓̒́̇͂̀̓̈͋̓͊̌̈̏̊̂͛̽̃̽̍̊̽͋̊̃̈́̈́͌́̍̏́̍̓̏̏͆̓̅̒̚͘͘͝͝S̷̨̢̡̛̩̳͓͎̲̘͇͚̖̳̪̬̦̯͈̯̯͍͚̺̹͚̣̞̝̻͚̣̦̈́̀̽͌̑̒̑́̀̔̆̆͌̂̿̌̀̾̊͑͑́̏͊̀̾͛̎͐̿́̈́̏̀̐̋̕̚͜͝͠͠͠͝͝��͙ ̶̡̡̡̛̛̛̱̰̱̹̜̟̻̠̘̦͕͈͉̰͚͉̮̙̖͔̆̌̀͑͆̿̆́̍́̐́́͗́͑̏̍͋́̇̋̀̾́̿́̚͝͠N̸̛͈̘̥̯̘͈̫̻̯̞̭̺̦̟̖̪̒̎̈́̔̌̈̍́̇͐͌͂̀̍̔̌̽͌̕͝͝Ȇ̴̡̧̧̡̢̧̧̧̡̧͈̘̙͙̖̱̣̬̮͇͇̻̲̼͉̙̩̬̩̩͙̯͕̻̯̮̰̬̜͎̭̲͖̦̫̘̦̲̺̙̱̮̫̠̙͎̐͆͊̀̑͜ͅX̵̢̢̢̧̩͇̣͇̟͈̰̹̺̙̳͎̬̗͕̼̘̮͍͈̰̮̦͙̪̻̠̱̘͙͇̬̾̐͐͗͋͌͛̓̒̎͒̐̔̿͐͒͂̐͋̃͂̔̈̄̈́͆̀͑͊̚͘͜͜͝͝T̸̡͈͙̯̦͎͕̜͙̲̞͔̮̙͎͍̬̗̥̱͖͔̠̘̎̿̓̽̋̊̄̓͌͗͛̽͋͂́͗̃̈̋̍̿̽̈́̂͐͂̽̉́̎͑̑̂̍̉̈́̅͋̈̒̇̐̋̏̈́͋̉̄̅̿͛̊̇̊͊̔̎̎͘͘̚͘̚͘͘͜͠͝͝͝ͅ?̵̡̨̡̧̧̛͚̻̺̞̼̪̫͙̲͇̭̦͈̹̻̯̝̝̞̥͖͕̮̤͓͎̳͓̰͖̺̺̘̮̗̙̓̍̾̆̑͂̅͑͆͆̍̔̆́̈́̌̋͑̽̑̈̅̽̎̓̒̋̈́̃͐̑͊̽͌͋͐̆͑͗̔̓̊̋̋̕͘̚̕̚͠͠͝͝ͅ”

the boy awakens from his slumber in a panic, his heart racing and his eyes wide as he feels sweat on his forehead and down his neck. he takes pants as he takes his hand and puts it on his chest, trying to feel his heart beat rapidly against his chest. he feels that if it took more tries, it’d be able to get out. he tries to control his breathing by taking deep breathes and closing his eyes, repeating the same thoughts in his head.

you are human. you are a hero. you are kim taehyung, also known as ricky. you are a special class hero. you have friends and family. you are not evil. you are not evil.

he hears a low groan next to him and he quickly opens his eyes and turns over to look at a sleepy yoongi, who seemed to have awoken from taehyung’s antics.

“ugh… what the hell is your problem?” he says in a low and quiet voice. “you woke me up, you asshole.”

just from hearing his voice, taehyung feels a familiar wave of relief wash over him once again. but the next thing he does after that surprises him a little bit as he takes yoongi and holds him close, closing any space that was in between them before.

“what the-”

“just-” he pauses, trying to think of an excuse to why he was doing this. he couldn’t explain his nightmare, of course. after all, yoongi died in it. “just stay still, okay? don’t let me go.” he hugs him a bit more tighter. “please.”

it takes seconds of silence, probably with yoongi being confused or worried. but whatever it was, the response that taehyung hears is able to ease his heart some more.

“okay. i won’t let you go.”

#hi guys i'm taking submissions for naming ricky the familiar #make it sun related pls #death ///#( * EVERYBODY TALKS )#ccyoongi

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