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Eternal Shadows Ch.9

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 9. The God's Interlude

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (f)

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Warnings: Slight alcohol consumption, dialogue, poor description of places.

Enter Jung Hot-Seok.. haha get it? 'Cause he is hot... No? Bad joke? OK... ☜(˚▽˚)☞

Again this chapter hasn't been revised. The grammar might be off and certainly, I am not a medical professional so the descriptions of the procedures and the hospital itself are simply based on watching way too much Grey's Anatomy. ¯\(°_o)/¯

Enjoy

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are used as inspiration for the characters in this story. However, this is a work of fiction and should not be seen as a projection, representation, or judgment of the real-life individuals. The scenarios and representations depicted in this story are entirely fictional and do not aim to convey any aspects of real life.

The solitude of his fortress embraced him, its walls echoing his weary footsteps as he made his way toward his studio. Fatigue weighed heavily upon him, even as a god, every fiber of his being felt drained, making him almost regret his decision to intervene, to alter the course of your life. But he didn't.

Saving you was a must.

Yoongi's hand reached for the bottle, seeking solace in the fermented elixir of alcohol to calm his nerves and quiet his racing thoughts. The liquid touched his tongue, bringing a sense of relief. He tilted his head from side to side, attempting to alleviate the tension in his muscles. However, his moment of respite was abruptly interrupted by the forceful bang of the doors swinging open and closed.

"Have you lost your mind?" Ah, he had anticipated this confrontation, yet he didn't expect it to come so soon.

Without turning to acknowledge his visitor, Yoongi lowered his cup and smirked. "Brother, welcome," he replied, his tone laced with nonchalance.

"Don't dismiss me this way, brother! Answer me. Have you truly lost your mind? Do you comprehend the magnitude of what you've done?"

Yoongi remained motionless, his gaze still fixed upon the cup before him. "It was necessary," he responded, his voice steady.

"Yoongi! You have meddled with the fate of a mere mortal. You have violated the laws. That soul was meant to be collected by Mingyu! It had already been determined," his brother's voice filled the room with a mix of anger and concern.

Yoongi slammed his hands onto the mahogany table, the sound reverberating through the walls. "It was an unfair decision! It wasn't right," he exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. A hand grasped his shoulder, swiftly turning him around. Now, he was face to face with another formidable being, his brother Hoseok, the god of fate.

Hoseok sighed, his gaze softening as he tried to reason with his stubborn brother. "Yoongi, my brother, you are indeed the mighty judge of souls. But in this particular case, the decision was beyond your jurisdiction, and you know it. This was decided by the almighty father himself," Hoseok spoke with gentle firmness, his eyes locked on Yoongi's. "This banter between you and Mingyu must stop, now!"

Yoongi pushed Hoseok's arms away, his frustration evident. "It's not a mere dispute, or a banter, Hoseok. Mingyu wants to claim a soul that doesn't belong to him. She doesn't belong to him," Yoongi's voice dripped with irritation.

"And who does she belong to? To you?" Hoseok retorted, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Yoongi, she is a mortal. Her fate was woven, and she was meant to face it tonight. Yet, you intervened."

"I intervened because, as the judge of souls, I do not agree with her predetermined fate. It was unjust," Yoongi responded firmly.

"The judgment was taken out of your hands by the almighty father, Yoongi. You were not thinking clearly," Hoseok explained, attempting to calm his brother.

"I was more than rational! I carefully considered her possibilities, her actions. I did my duty As the judge of souls, I decided her final fate!" Yoongi's voice grew louder with each word. "The almighty father didn't weigh her actions. He merely favored Mingyu's foolishness."

Hoseok's expression softened, his gaze filled with concern. "Yoongi, please try to understand. The decision made by the almighty father was not arbitrary. There must be a reason behind it. We must trust in his wisdom and accept the consequences of our actions."

Yoongi's voice hardened as he replied, "I refuse to accept it. The almighty father may punish me as he sees fit, but I will not let Mingyu claim the mortal. We have a contract now, and she will face the consequences of her actions. She will serve me, and in doing so, she will carry the weight of her redemption."

Hoseok's eyes widened "A contract?" He asks

"Indeed my brother, she will serve me, the judge of souls, and reach redemption by doing so"

Hoseok's arms crossed tightly around his chest as he spoke, his concern evident in his voice. "I fear that this path will lead to nothing but trouble, my brother."

Frustration laced Yoongi's response. "If you cannot bear to witness this, then leave. But I cannot turn away from what needs to be done."

Hoseok sighed, his shoulders slumping. He knew he couldn't change Yoongi's mind, but he couldn't shake off his worries either. With a final glance, he reluctantly turned and left the room, leaving Yoongi to face the consequences of his choices alone.

#yoongi fic #bts fic #yoongi x reader #bts #im not funny #bad writing #sorry if my grammar is bad #Jung Hot-Seok #Hobi

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kimeow7 · 2 years ago

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Eternal Shadows Ch.8

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 8. The Underworld

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (f)

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Warnings: Hospital. Talks about death. Death, descriptions of murder, violence, mentions of blood, and a slight mention of a knife. This is a little bit heavier, emotional, and descriptive. Yoongi is also a bit mean in this one. if you are uncomfortable reading this story please refrain from doing so.

Again this chapter hasn't been revised. The grammar might be off and certainly, i am not a medical professional so the descriptions of the procedures and the hospital itself are simply based on watching way too much "Grey's Anatomy". ¯\(°_o)/¯ The descriptions of the underworld come from watching "Constantine" way too many times. Yes i am obsessed with Constantine... I mean who isn't?

Enjoy :)

The darkness that surrounded you vanished. Yoongi had yet again appeared and taken you away in an instant.

But this time you couldn't hear the doctors and nurses, the beeping of the machines, no, it feels different. The wind that caresses your cheeks feels cold and fresh. when you open your eyes you notice where you are. The bridge, a bridge that connects the city with the suburbs, is a very busy road, but now, it looks empty and it makes you wonder what time it is.

And then you hear it, the sobbing of a woman, you turn around looking for the owner of such a distress sound when you find her your eyes widen in terror and you take a step back, only to be halted by Yoongi's body behind you, blocking your escape. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the unfolding scene before you; it was something you had never expected.

Yoongi's hand closed around your bicep, his other hand gently touching your jaw and curling around your neck as he whispered in your ear. "Come, my dearest, it's time to judge," he said, causing your body to tremble. He kissed your temple and released his hold on you. Then, you heard the snap of Yoongi's fingers, and everything came to a halt. Time stopped.

"What... what is this?" you managed to say, your voice trembling.

"Your first judgment," Yoongi replied, moving away from behind you.

You shook your head, panic rising within you. "I haven't agreed yet, I haven't--" you tried to protest, but Yoongi interrupted with a growly chuckle.

"I know you haven't, my little doll. That's why you're here. If you accept my deal, you'll become a judge. If you don't, I'll judge this unfortunate soul," Yoongi pointed in front of both of you, and your eyes followed his delicate finger. "And yours..."

Shivers ran down your spine as fear and terror gripped you. You wondered what would be worse: dying unexpectedly or knowing the exact moment of your death in advance. You were scared, and now your body trembled uncontrollably.

In front of you stood a woman, equally if not more terrified than you, visibly troubled about jumping from the bridge, barely holding on to the rail that stays behind her. You noticed the knife in her hand, dripping with the scarlet of blood.

When Yoongi snapped his fingers, freezing time, the woman had one-foot mid-jump.

You didn't know her story or her reasons; all you knew was that if the god beside you had brought you here, she was about to die.

Thoughts whirled through your mind. Could you be her judge? How could you make a decision without knowing the facts? Would you be able to judge this person simply to save your own soul, your own life?

"Give me the details," you said, determination in your voice as you turned to the god at your side, locking eyes with his dark brown gaze. "I need to know the details of her situation if I'm to make a decision."

Yoongi chuckled and nodded. "Very well, my dearest."

Yoongi walked closer to the woman, and you timidly followed behind him. Seeing her face up close stirred something inside you; she looked so sad, tears streaming down her cheeks. You couldn't help but feel empathy for her. What could have happened to her to push her to this decision?

"She is a troubled soul," Yoongi began, his gaze fixed on the woman frozen in time. "She has been dealt a rough hand in life, that much is certain. But it was her own free will that brought her here." Yoongi took a deep breath, his expression troubled, as if he felt a deep sympathy for this woman, much like you did. "Tonight, her own free will led her to commit a crime. Now, my dearest, this part becomes... difficult, but if you must judge, you need to know the details. Prepare your heart," Yoongi said, looking at you softly. You nodded in response, though you weren't sure if you were truly ready.

"Her story is one of nightmares, one that seems to have been crafted by Taehyung himself," Yoongi continued, causing you to furrow your brow at his words. "She endured abuse, beatings, and threats throughout her younger years. Humans can be so cruel," Yoongi said with a soft voice. "She managed to rise above her circumstances, changing the course of her own life, until she met her husband. Yet another cruel and horrible human," Yoongi's frown deepened. "She became a victim once again, but this time she couldn't escape."

Anger surged within you. This poor woman was subjected to such torment. You wanted to save her, to plead with Yoongi not to let her die. "Please, save her. Please, Yoongi, don't let her die," you begged, not even hearing the end of the story. Yoongi shook his head, a solemn expression on his face.

"Her fate has already been decided, my dearest. I cannot save her; she is meant to die right now. Focus on the facts, my little doll, because you must judge her destiny."

You gulped harshly, your head nodding in agreement. Yoongi smiled gently, his hand reaching up to touch your cheek before he turned his attention back to the woman. He pointed to the knife in her hand, its blade seemingly stained with blood. A single droplet of crimson was frozen in time, poised to fall.

You felt Yoongi hesitate for a second, his expression growing solemn. He took a deep, shuddering breath before his words tumbled out. "With that knife, this troubled woman, this poor unfortunate soul, brutally murdered her own child."

The weight of his revelation crashed down on you, and it felt as if your world shattered into a million pieces. Your lungs constricted, making each breath harder to take, and your heart clenched in a vice grip of anguish. The mere thought of such a heinous act sent waves of sorrow and disbelief crashing through your entire being.

Up until this moment, you had felt a deep empathy for her, having listened to Yoongi's heart-wrenching account of her tumultuous life. You were certain that you would help her, offering solace and understanding. But now... now...

The realization hit you like a tidal wave, sweeping away any remnants of sympathy you once held. She had made a conscious choice, driven by fear, worry, sadness, and anger. Yet, the enormity of her decision, to take the life of her own flesh and blood, left you reeling in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"She made that decision on her own free will. She was frightened, worried, sad, and angry. But she chose to end her child's life and then... take her own." Yoongi looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and challenge. His words pierced your heart, sending waves of anguish crashing over you. The weight of the woman's tragic story bore down on your soul, threatening to consume you. Sadness, confusion, and a deep sense of helplessness washed over you, threatening to drown you in their depths.

As tears cascaded down your cheeks, a surge of emotions flooded your being. Anger, raw and burning, rose up within you, fueling your voice with a trembling intensity. "Why are you doing this to me?" Your words shivered with a mix of pain and frustration. Yoongi remained silent, his silence exacerbating your anger. "Why are you doing this to me?!" you cried out, your voice filled with a desperate plea for understanding. You locked eyes with Yoongi, your gaze ablaze with fury. "You are cruel, despicable, selfish! Why are you subjecting me to this torment?"

"I'm trying to save your soul. We are to make a deal, if you remember," Yoongi finally responded, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.

"I don't care about your fucking deal!" you shouted, your voice breaking with a mixture of defiance and despair. "This is beyond cruel, Yoongi! This..." you gestured towards the woman, still trapped in a frozen state, "This is your job! You hold the power of a god, you're omnipotent. I am just a human! Why are you burdening me with your responsibility? Why are you being so merciless?"

But Yoongi remained silent, his eyebrow raised in a peculiar mix of curiosity and intrigue. "I don't want your fucking deal! Take my soul, cast me into the depths of hell, I don't care! I refuse to be part of this! I can't bear it!" Your voice cracked with a mixture of desperation, defiance, and a deep-seated fear of the unknown.

Yoongi's growl reverberated through the air, a deep and guttural sound that caused your body to tremble. It was a sound that seemed to echo from the darkest corners of his soul, filling you with an overwhelming sense of dread and fear. Trembling, you found yourself unable to form words as he closed in on you with fast steps, his eyes burning with an intense determination. You felt his presence tower on you, and his hands grasped your arms tightly, his grip firm and unyielding.

"Are you certain that you won't condemn this soul to forever suffer or to find eternal rest?" he questioned, his voice laced with a mix of anger and concern and you couldn't respond, so you simply shook your head slowly. Yoongi hissed again. "Are you certain you want me to send your soul to Mingyu? You know the cruel destiny that awaits you?" Each word he spoke pierced through your thoughts like a dagger, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Your gaze flickered towards the woman, and your heart arched with conflicting emotions. Despite the darkness that consumed her, a part of you still wanted to save her, to offer her a chance at redemption. But the weight of her actions... cruel, you couldn't deny it.

With a heavy heart, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in a futile attempt to steady yourself. "I can't do this," you finally managed to respond, your voice filled with a mixture of resignation and sorrow. In an instant, Yoongi released his grip on your arms, causing you to open your eyes in surprise.

The snap of his fingers sliced through the air, a sharp sound that seemed to reverberate in your very core. Time resumed its course, and your eyes widened in horror as the woman fell into the abyss, her screams of terror piercing the air. Panic and fear surged through your body, you rushed with heavy steps to the banister and looked down the bridge. It was a long fall, there was no way she could survive and your eyes filled with tears. But a different sentiment was even more overwhelming. Anger started threatening to overwhelm you as you looked towards the source of your despair, Yoongi stood there with his arms crossed around his chest, staring at you.

You took a step towards him, about to yell, about to curse on him when a red and yellow light emanated from behind him, casting an eerie glow that illuminated the darkness and stopped you from moving. From the depths of that light, grotesque and faceless creatures emerged, their forms contorted and twisted. They moved with an unnerving speed as if they were crawling without ever touching the ground, Their movements scared you, and you felt every inch of your skin shivering with fear. Within moments, the same creatures sprouted wings, their twisted forms now taking flight, their presence filling the air with a suffocating dread.

They came for her. You were sure of it.

With a chilling efficiency, the creatures seized the woman's soul, their claws digging into her essence with a bone-chilling grip. Her screams of fear and desperation echoed in your ears, haunting you with their sheer intensity and raw emotion as they collected her from the bottom of the bridge.

Overwhelmed, your legs threatened to give way beneath you, your body trembling with a mix of fear and exhaustion. But Yoongi, relentless and unyielding, refused to allow you to falter. His gaze, darker than ever, bore into your soul, and his hand tightened around your neck, the grip heavier and more suffocating than before.

As the pull of the portal intensified, you felt yourself being dragged through its ethereal depths. The same grotesque, faceless figures that had taken the woman now surrounded you, their presence suffocating and menacing. The echoes of her panicked screams still reverberated in your ears, haunting you with their intensity. Yoongi's grip on your neck tightened further, constricting your breath, and leaving you gasping for air.

Through the swirling chaos of the portal, you caught glimpses of a nightmarish landscape. The screams of the woman faded into a cacophony of torment, a symphony of agony that assaulted your senses. Countless voices merged into a chorus of pain, their cries piercing through the very fabric of your being. It was a torment that threatened to shatter your sanity.

With a sudden release of pressure, Yoongi's grip on your neck faltered, allowing you to draw in precious breaths of air. Your eyes shut open, taking in the desolate scene that lay before you. It was a vast desert, where the scorching winds whipped up clouds of sand that stung your exposed skin. The heat was almost unbearable, searing through your body with an intensity that made you feel as though you were being consumed by the very flames of hell itself.

As you stood there, disoriented and overwhelmed, the screams of the tortured souls continued to echo in the distance, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering that surrounded you. A constant reminder that this was your fate.

"Look around! This is what waits for you y/n! Look at it!"

Yoongi's voice reverberated through the air, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. His hand forcefully gripped your jaw, directing your gaze toward the terrifying landscape that lay before you. It was a nightmarish vision of hell, a place of unending suffering and torment. Flames danced across the desolate landscape, casting an eerie glow that illuminated the twisted forms of the tortured souls.

In the midst of this terrifying scene, Yoongi's voice took on a chilling tone, devoid of any softness or comfort. It was low, growling, and filled with an unsettling intensity. Tears welled up in your eyes as his grip on your jaw tightened, making it impossible to look away from the horrors that surrounded you.

"Do you want to end up here, y/n?" Yoongi's question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of your impending decision. You glanced behind him, seeing the faceless creatures drawing closer, their movements quickening with a sense of urgency. Fear gnawed at your heart, pushing you towards a desperate response.

"No," you whispered, your voice trembling.

Yoongi's eyes bore into yours, his gaze unyielding. "Do you accept the deal?" he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.

The demons, sensing your hesitation, grew more restless, inching closer with every passing second. Yoongi, as if he was feeling the presence of these creatures grew impatient, taking a glance over his shoulder before hissing and pressing his words again "Answer Me!"

Panic gripped your chest, and without thinking, you blurted out, "Yes!" The words escaped your lips in a rush, driven by a desperate need to escape the horrors that surrounded you.

Yoongi nodded, his grip on your throat replaced by a firm grasp on your hand. Once again, the pull of the portal began, and you felt yourself being dragged through the ethereal depths. The faceless creatures lunged towards you, their twisted forms reaching out in a desperate attempt to capture you. But Yoongi, with a swift motion, closed the portal with a clap of his hands, severing their pursuit.

Gasping for breath, you stumbled away from Yoongi, finding yourself back at the very bridge where this nightmare had begun. Your body trembled with a mix of relief and disbelief as you hurried to the railing, collapsing against it. Nausea churned in your stomach, but no matter how hard you tried, nothing came out.

Yoongi's voice cut through the silence, his arms crossed over his chest as he approached you. "This is not your physical body, by the way," he stated matter-of-factly.

Confusion clouded your thoughts as you raised yourself to your feet, turning to face Yoongi. The question burned in your mind, demanding an answer. "What was that?" you asked, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and fear.

Yoongi's gaze met yours, his expression grave. "The underworld," he responded simply, his words hanging heavily in the air.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, you let out a whispered exclamation, "Oh my god." The gravity of the situation hits you hard, and you begin to grasp the severity of Yoongi's actions. He is a merciless being, a god with the power to manipulate life and death, and the realization sends a chill down your spine.

Yoongi, seemingly unfazed by your reaction, chuckles softly. You quickly remember that he can hear your thoughts, and you can't help but feel a mix of annoyance and disbelief at his nonchalant demeanor. "Come on," he says, reaching out for your hand. "I have to save your life."

Confusion swirls within you, and you stumble over your words in an attempt to understand. "What do you mean?" you manage to ask as Yoongi pulls you close to his chest once again.

"You're dying right now," he explains, his voice filled with urgency. "I have to save you." Though you don't fully comprehend the situation, You trust Yoongi's words and allow him to guide you. He holds you tightly and instructs you to close your eyes.

A rush of wind envelops you, and then you hear it—the panicked voice of Doctor Kim. It feels like a recurring nightmare, each time you find yourself by Yoongi's side, you are brought back to this scene. Yoongi releases his grip on your body, and for a moment, you think that you will open your eyes to find yourself back in your own bed. But reality proves to be different.

As you open your eyes, you find yourself standing amidst the chaos of the hospital room. Your body lies motionless on the bed, connected to machines that display a flatline. You are dead. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks.

Looking around, you see nurses rushing past you, their actions oblivious to your presence. You feel like a ghost, invisible and intangible. On the other side of the room, Jimin cries, holding RinRin close. Their grief is palpable, and you can't help but feel a pang of sadness and guilt. You try to hug them but your arm passes through them.

It's when you realize that In this surreal and haunting moment, you are caught between two worlds—between life and death, between the physical and the ethereal and you feel like crying again. But you stop yourself, now... now you have to focus.

You look around the room for the god, and you find him standing next to your bed, Staring down at your lifeless body, and his face... his face is contoured in something akin to sadness. As soon as he notices you watching him he starts moving. You watch in awe as Yoongi rolls up the sleeves of his black suit and takes a deep breath.

Doctor Kim continues to frantically work around the room, doing everything he can to save you. Yoongi snaps his fingers stopping time again and gives you a smile before closing his eyes in concentration. You stare and analyze his every movement. After how he acted earlier, how menacing he was, how scary... You definitely weren't expecting the softness of his smile, the calmness on which he is focusing on saving you, and definitely, you weren't expecting to see the sadness on his face seeing your lifeless body.

Yoongi is an enigmatic creature.

Yoongi opens his eyes, tenderly smiles at you, and then turns to look at the machines. His left-hand raises with stretched fingers and turns slowly. You notice how time is coming back, but it's different, they are moving in slow motion. And then you notice a faint glow of light surrounding Yoongi's hand as he places it on your chest. The machines connected to your body start to flicker, displaying erratic readings as if your heart is trying to restart. Yoongi's smile widens as he observes the fluctuation, seemingly pleased with the progress.

Your heart is beating again, you assume.

Yoongi sighs deeply again and his left hand turns even slower, making time slow even more. You frown, so many questions invade your mind you have so many...

"Little doll, please calm your thoughts. I need to focus" You widen your eyes and apologize silently. Yoongi is really focused. And he smiles again at you before turning to your body lying in that bed.

Then, his hand moves to your forehead, and you feel a strange sensation. Your skull lights up, revealing the insides, It's as if an x-ray is being taken of your brain, and you see the tiny spot that indicates the presence of a tumor. Yoongi frowns deeply as his fingers pinch around it, and you can almost feel the panic in his expression. He moves slowly, almost as much as the bodies that surround you. His frown deepens, and you notice how his eyes close almost as if he is also experiencing pain. Soon with a swift and decisive moment, he pulls the tumor out.

In his hand, a small lump of dark, black matter sits, wet, slimy, disgusting. It's a physical representation of the disease that has plagued you, and you can't help but feel a mix of relief and astonishment at Yoongi's ability to extract it. Yoongi looks at his hand and then at you. He looks tired and exhausted, his beautiful skin seems duller, and faint dark circles around his eyes. He takes a step back as if he was about to fall and instinctively you take a step forward.

"Yoongi" you whispered rushedly but Yoongi lifted his left hand disregarding you. He shakes his head, blinks rapidly, and then smiles at you.

"Your life is yours now, y/n," Yoongi declares, clasping his hands together and squishing the black matter between his fingers. His words make you shiver, and you can't help but feel a sense of unease, why is he so exhausted, and what will happen now?

"I did my part of the deal. I'll come back to collect yours."

Darkness, loneliness. Emptiness.

Hope.

#bts #yoongi fic #bts fic #yoongi x reader #crappywritting #firtsfic #new writers on tumblr #idontknowhowtodotags #thank you to everyone who's reding

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kimeow7 · 2 years ago

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Eternal Shadows Ch.7

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 7. The Time

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Warnings: Hospital. Talks about death. Death. A lot of chitchatting. And some mentions of anxiety, if you are uncomfortable reading this story please refrain from doing so. A lot of chitchatting.

(**** indicates small time jump)

Thanks To everyone who has taken the time to read my story...

You lay awake, plagued by the weight of an impossible decision. You couldn't sleep, how could you find solace in the midst of such uncertainty? Your very existence teetered on the edge of a precipice, with the knowledge that death was inevitable.

Yoongi's words echoed relentlessly in your mind, a constant reminder of the terrifying truth. There seemed to be no escape from this fate unless you were to accept his enticing deal. But the more you think about it, the more daunting it becomes.

To determine the destiny of five souls—such a colossal responsibility weighed heavily on your conscience. Their eternal rest or eternal torment would rest solely in your hands. The mere thought sent shivers down your spine as if you could already feel the souls tugging at your very being.

Yet, as you grappled with the decision, a chilling realization took hold. your own soul, once vibrant and full of life, would be left in that realm of eternal darkness if you weren't to accept his offer.

The mere prospect of such a fate frightens you. The idea of being trapped in shadows forever denied the solace of eternal rest, was too horrifying to fathom.

However, could you bear the burden of sending the souls you will judge to the same dreadful fate? It is an undeniably cruel deal.

And a thought fills your mind

Yoongi is a merciless god.

The knock on your door shattered the silence of your internal turmoil. With a timid voice, you beckoned the person outside to come in.

"Are you awake?" Dr. Kim entered your room, cautiously moving towards your bed.

"Couldn't sleep," you replied, and the doctor hummed in response. He proceeded with his routine check-up, examining your eyes, heart, fluids, and chart. It has become a familiar routine for you.

"I don't see any improvement in your platelet count; I'm puzzled," the doctor expressed his confusion. His sole objective at this moment was to raise your platelet count so that he could take you to the surgical room. However, he was falling short of achieving that goal. You knew the reason why - Yoongi had told you. Your path had been set, and there was nothing your doctor or anyone else, except the visiting god, could do about it.

"I'll order another transfusion, y/n. I had hoped to take you to surgery today," the doctor informed you with a tinge of disappointment. You mustered a tender smile, trying to conceal the true torment that haunted you.

"I'm sorry I can't do more for you. I don't understand what's happening," he apologized sincerely.

"It's not your fault, Doctor. I know you're doing everything you can," you assured him.

"And yet... It's not enough," he replied, his voice filled with frustration and helplessness.

Your friends, Jimin and RinRin, paid you a visit. Their presence brought you both gratitude for their company and sadness knowing that this might be the last time you see them in this context.

Rin had thoughtfully brought you comfier pajamas and a fluffy pillow, along with a few pictures and knickknacks to add some personal touches to your hospital room. Jimin, on the other hand, arrived with a bouquet of beautiful gardenias, their heavenly scent filling the room and replacing the sterile hospital aroma.

It was clear that they didn't expect you to leave this room anytime soon.

As you began to grow uncomfortable in bed, RinRin asked if you were allowed to walk somewhere. You admitted that you hadn't asked.

"I don't see why not!" RinRin exclaimed, jumping up and rushing out of the room. You turned to Jimin, who shook his head and chuckled.

"Watch her go and force a nurse to let you out for a while," he predicted.

And true to his words, RinRin returned within minutes, wheeling a wheelchair with a nurse in tow. Soon enough, you found yourself settled in the chair, still hooked to an IV bag that would accompany you. RinRin and Jimin took you to the hospital terrace, allowing you to enjoy some fresh air.

Oh, how much you needed to feel the breeze, the warmth of the sun on your skin, and even the unpleasant scents of the city. The laughter and bickering of your friends filled the air, bringing a wide smile to your face. It felt like all the life you longed to live.

You don't want to die.

"So... did you talk to the god?" Rin asked as she joined your side, having been caught up in a playful argument with Jimin about who would pay for lunch— an argument that of course, Jimin lost.

"I did," you replied, your gaze still fixed on the bustling city before you.

"And?" Rin inquired further.

"I have to give an answer tonight," you told her, avoiding direct eye contact.

"How did he respond to your revised terms?" she pressed on.

You felt grateful for your friends. They never dismissed your story, denied the existence of Yoongi, or made you feel as if you were experiencing an elaborate hallucination or lost your mind. Both Rin and Jimin acknowledged your truth.

"He gave me the details..." you sighed, and RinRin waited for you to continue. "I would have to judge five souls," you said, raising your hand and extending your fingers to emphasize the number. "I would be responsible for deciding whether their souls would rest eternally or..."

"Go to hell?" Rinn interjected with a chuckle

"Hell?" you chuckled back. "I don't even know if it's hell. Or if the reality of it all could align with our conventional description of heavens and hells. Yoongi mentioned the underworld, pain, and suffering. I don't even know if heaven or hell exists as we imagine them. Yoongi is..." You sighed again wondering how else could you continue. "I don't know what to do."

"I would do it," RinRin responded nonchalantly, causing you to finally turn and look at her. She shrugged her shoulders. "He will tell you what they did or what their situation is, right?" She asks and you nod in agreement " I mean, unless they have done something truly horrible or heinous, why not forgive them and then allow them to rest? You fulfill the god's deal, and you get your life back. I would do it."

"That easily?" you asked her, seeking confirmation once more.

"That easily" she responded "Merciful"

As you and your friend sat in silence, Jimin left to fetch lunch - simple sandwiches from the hospital cafeteria. Meanwhile, Rinrin's words echoed in your mind, prompting deep contemplation.

Rinrin had raised a thought-provoking question: Why not grant eternal rest to the five souls you were meant to judge? She presented it as an easy solution, suggesting that you simply allow them to find peace.

However, this notion gave rise to a wave of conflicting emotions within you. While the idea of granting eternal rest seemed simple on the surface, you couldn't ignore the weight of the decision at hand. There were deeper implications and moral considerations that needed to be taken into account.

What to do? What to do?

****

Throughout the day, your friends had come and gone, taking turns to stay by your side during the visiting hours, which occupied most of the day. Like every other day, nurses took your blood, ran tests, and administered the transfusion as ordered by Doctor Kim. As the day neared its end, a sense of nervousness began to creep in, knowing that the time to make a decision was drawing near. Soon, you would either face your demise or continue living as a judge for five strangers.

To distract yourself from the weight of this decision, you tried to stay present at the moment, enjoying the interactions with your friends, engaging in stories, and reliving pleasant memories. You welcomed the distraction of Doctor Kim's visits, attempting to push thoughts of the deal to the back of your mind. However, as the clock continued ticking, your indecisiveness grew, and your mind couldn't help but dwell on the impending choice.

"I'm hoping that this transfusion will bring us closer to our goal, y/n," Doctor Kim remarked as he retrieved the bag containing your transfusion after it had ended. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Almost as if his words had summoned it, a strange sensation began to manifest. Your head started to throb, much more intensely than a typical migraine. It was a sudden onset, as you had felt fine and even energized throughout the day. Now, however, it felt as if a heavy weight had been dropped onto your skull.

"Headache," you informed your doctor, squinting to shield your eyes from the intense brightness that seemed to pierce through them.

You got dizzy, your breathing altered and the yell of your name from Doctor Kim's lips echoed in your ears.

This is it, you know it.

#bts #yoongi fic #bts fic #yoongi x reader #new fic #writers on tumblr #sorry if my grammar is bad #english is not my first language #anxiety at its finest #thank you for reading

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kimeow7 · 2 years ago

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Eternal Shadows Ch.6

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 6. The Bargain

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Shorter chapter.

Warnings: Hospital. Talks about death. Mentions of gods, angels, demons, and souls without meaning to portray any specific religion.

Enjoy, :)

Tests, discussions with doctors and nurses, interactions with friends— the entire day passes by in a blur of activity. From medical appointments to conversations about fantastical scenarios with your friends, it's difficult to distinguish what is real anymore. On one hand, you are grappling with your health issues, and on the other, you are contemplating a counteroffer to a god.

It all feels absurd, nonsensical, and surreal.

Now, you yourself alone find once again. Visiting hours have ended and Doctor Kim has retired for the night. Before leaving, he informed you that your platelet count is improving, which brings some sense of relief. Yet, in this solitude, a wave of nervousness washes over you. You need to talk to Yoongi, but how? Rin advised you to simply let it unfold naturally, even if the week passes without seeing him to present your counteroffer. However, you're not entirely comfortable with that approach. Yes, he gave you a week, but if you have insights into his deal, shouldn't you see him sooner?

You let out a sigh, feeling conflicted and uncertain.

Maybe if you search online for how to summon a god, there must be something out there.You can't be the only person on this earth to have encountered one. With a quick reach for your phone, you open Google, of course.

"How to summon a god," you type, feeling a bit silly even as you do. If someone were to stumble upon this search, like an FBI agent, they would probably laugh at how ridiculous it sounds.

Numerous blogs and websites appear, mostly catering to those interested in the mystical and the occult. There are guides on summoning angels, demons, and even ghosts. But nothing specifically about summoning a god, even though Yoongi did mention that he embodied all of those entities.

You read through a few blogs and browse several web pages, but they all seem to suggest the same rituals, most of which involve candles. Glancing around your hospital room, it becomes painfully obvious that you don't have any candles, nor can you light them in this environment.

What is it with gods and their affinity for candles, anyway? Do they enjoy the faint light?

"Not precisely," a low voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Shit!" you exclaim, startled by the sudden sound. Your hand instinctively rises to your chest as you turn to face the source. "Yoongi can't you just... I don't know, announce your presence?"

Yoongi chuckles, sitting comfortably on the small couch in your room, legs crossed and resting arms on the back of the couch. "You seemed too engrossed in your reading," he teases. "I wouldn't dare to disturb your research little doll"

You roll your eyes, feeling a sudden wave of foolishness. Did you just roll your eyes at a god? Isn't that disrespectful?

Another chuckle escapes the god's lips. "Ah, little doll, you don't need to worry so much about disrespecting me. Denying my deal, however... that's a different story altogether."

Now, nerves begin to creep in. "I'm not—" you clear your throat, trying to compose yourself. "I was just thinking."

"You were considering," he corrects you, and you nod in agreement.

"I was considering that there are certain aspects I need to fully think through before accepting the deal."

Yoongi chuckles again. "And pray tell, my dearest, what are these aspects?"

"Well—" you glance over at the bedside table and reach for the piece of paper that Rin left for you. "My friend... she's—"

"A lawyer, correct?"

You furrow your brows as your nerves dissipate. Now, you feel a twinge of annoyance towards the god sitting before you. With a raised eyebrow, you turn to stare at him and ask, "If you already know, then what's your answer?"

"I want to hear it from your lips, my dearest. Go on... let me hear your offer for my deal."

"Will you consider it?"

"If you are appealing enough," he shrugs.

You scoff at his words and posture. He seems overly arrogant, but then again, he is a god. Still, it's a bit much.

Shaking your head, you begin reading the numbered points on the paper. "I need to know how long you plan for me to judge these souls."

"Indefinitely," he retorts immediately.

"Well, that seems unfair," you cross your arms. "How can I regain my life if I'm bound to serve you for eternity? It would only be fair to set a specific time frame, no longer than a year."

He chuckles. "Alright, what's your next point?" He gestures with his hand, encouraging you to continue.

"Are you agreeing to—"

"No," he interrupts, and you pout. "I'm considering it."

You think it's fair. "I must know the guidelines for judging these souls. What are the parameters? What defines good and bad? What is it based on?"

"It depends on the soul. I shall not disclose the parameters until you decide to accept the deal. I cannot divulge this divine information."

"Well, that's rather vague."

"Indeed, my dearest. What else do you have?"

You let out another sigh, feeling the weight of confusion and apprehension settle upon you. The words written on the paper now seem meaningless in the presence of the god beside you. Lowering the parchment, you take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

"What would I have to do?" you ask, your voice tinged with both fear and uncertainty. Yoongi furrows his brow, appearing somewhat perplexed. "I mean... I'm scared. The thought of suffering for eternity is terrifying. But I'm also confused. How am I supposed to judge a soul? You haven't provided me with any information, and yet you expect me to simply agree. I just..."

Yoongi interrupts you with a loud sigh, his hands tapping impatiently on his thighs. He slowly rises from his seat and begins to approach you.

"Five souls," he says, standing beside you, and you furrow your brow in response. "You will judge five souls, no more, no less. five."

Your jaw clenches, and you gulp harshly. "And how will you decide which five souls?" you ask, locking your gaze with his. His eyes hold that same dangerous yet strangely comforting intensity, adding to your confusion.

Yoongi sighs, briefly glancing around the room before focusing his attention back on you. "There will be souls that are in contention, viewed by some as good, by others as bad, and by some as nothing at all. The power to judge such acts lies in my hands. I will select those five souls, I will choose these individuals who teeter on the delicate precipice between good and evil. They will be the five souls for which you shall determine their fates."

Five souls. Could you truly do it? Could you bear deciding the fate of five individuals just to save yourself? Selfishly, you're tempted to say yes. After all, Yoongi is offering you a chance to reclaim your life. Yes, there's a glimmer of hope that Doctor Kim's surgical skills work miracles, but Yoongi had also told you that your time was running out, that you would die within hours... and he granted you more time, which means...

"Would I die if I were to refuse?" you ask, a tremor of fear in your voice as you lock eyes with Yoongi.

"Yes," he responds without hesitation, his voice laced with an enigmatic tone. "Your path has been set, my dearest."

"And you can alter my fate, just like that?" you inquire, a mixture of curiosity and trepidation in your voice.

"If I so desire, I hold the power to intervene," Yoongi asserts, his words dripping with an intriguing mystery.

His words send a shiver down your spine. There's no miraculous prowess of Doctor Kim's hands, no chance of survival, only a perplexing pact with a god. But could you live with the constant nagging doubt, forever questioning if you made the right choice? If you saved the right souls? Could you bear the burden of uncertainty in your actions? Could you—

"My dearest, our time is slipping away, and I require an answer," Yoongi interrupts, his tone carrying an air of urgency.

"You promised a week, and only a day has passed," you respond urgently, feeling the mounting pressure.

Yoongi smirks, his expression veiled in inscrutability. "That was the initial agreement, my dearest. However, as we reshape the course of our initial arrangement, I believe it's only fair that if we alter one aspect, I can alter the rest."

"It sounds unfair. I need more time to think... grant me some time to—"

"One day, my dearest. I shall return on the eve of tomorrow to collect your answer, or to claim your life," Yoongi interjects firmly, his words cloaked in a mysterious aura.

Your eyes widen, the weight of his words sinking deep into your soul.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow, you will die...

Yoongi smiles at you, his presence captivating, and delicately takes your hand in his larger ones. For a fleeting moment, you're spellbound by the ethereal beauty of his flawless skin, the ornate rings adorning his fingers, and the enigmatic allure he exudes. Then, Yoongi brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles causing a shiver in your body.

"This is your final opportunity, my little doll," he whispers to your skin, his voice tinged with an enigmatic allure, as the lights flicker and Yoongi vanishes from sight.

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kimeow7 · 2 years ago

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Eternal Shadows ch.5

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 5. The Deal

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (f)

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Shorter chapter. I introduce another character using the image of RinRin Doll (Youtuber) as inspiration.

Warnings: Hospital. Talks about death, brain tumor, psychosis, Some mentions of anxiety, and yet again poor attempt at humor.

if you are uncomfortable reading this story please refrain from doing so.

Enjoy, and please... Be nice :)

Disclaimer: All members of BTS as well as Youtuber RIinRin Doll, are used as inspiration for the characters in this story. However, this is a work of fiction and should not be seen as a projection, representation, or judgment of the real-life individuals. The scenarios and representations depicted in this story are entirely fictional and do not aim to convey any aspects of real life.

"We're losing her!" You hear the faint yet urgent voice. Is that Dr. Kim? "We require epinephrine, her heart—"

Beep.

"Her heart has resumed normal rhythm, what in the...?"

Your eyes slowly flutter open, momentarily blinded by the intense brightness surrounding you.

"Y/n!" You gaze up at Dr. Kim, his handsome features etched with concern, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his forehead.

You blink, once, twice, thrice.

"Can you hear me?" he asks again, his voice filled with a mix of relief and caution.

You nod, unable to form words due to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

"I need an electrocardiogram immediately!" The doctor urgently instructs the nurses, his tone conveying the gravity of the situation.

"Doctor," you croak with a hoarse voice, struggling to find your bearings. "What happened?"

"You keep attempting to leave us, Y/n. I won't allow it," he responds with a gentle smile. The nurse quickly hands Dr. Kim the test results. "I don't understand what's happening. There's nothing indicating any issues... except for the obvious, of course," he says, referring to your tumor.

"How are you feeling?" he inquired, concern evident in his voice.

"Tired," you manage to respond, your voice weak. You take in your surroundings, finding everything appearing normal despite the dire circumstances. It's then that your heart races, and the memory of Yoongi, the god, and his offer floods your mind. You attempt to sit up, driven by a sudden urgency.

"Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, Y/n. Your heart stopped for a few seconds," Dr. Kim cautions, gently guiding you back into a reclined position.

"How long?" you ask, your voice filled with urgency. Dr. Kim furrows his brow. "How long was I gone?"

"Not more than a minute—"

"A minute? No! Yoongi... he said I'm going to die! Doctor!"

"Yoongi? Y/n, what are you talking about? Please calm down, your heart—" Dr. Kim tries to soothe you, but you interrupt him, panic and euphoria intermingling within you. Yoongi's voice still resonates in your ears, his gaze firm and commanding, his words echoing through your mind.

You have denied a god, and yet he has given you a chance to reconsider. But deep down, you know you cannot comply. Which means—

"I don't want to die," you cry out, your voice filled with desperation.

"Y/n, I am doing everything within my power to prevent that outcome. I promise to give my utmost effort," Dr. Kim reassures you, his tone filled with empathy. "But I need you to try and calm down."

"I can't... he's going to let my soul rot in the underworld, Dr. Kim! If I don't judge other souls for him... he's going to—" You struggle to articulate your thoughts, your fear and urgency palpable.

"Y/n, what are you talking about?" Dr. Kim places his hands gently on your shoulders, trying to anchor you. "You are safe here. Please, try to calm down."

"But he said— Dr. Kim, you don't understand!" You raise your voice, attempting to break free from the doctor's hold, consumed by a mix of defiance and fear. You have denied a god, and that is all you can think about, along with his ominous warning. If you refuse, your soul will not be collected, denying you eternal rest. You try to stand up, and Dr. Kim tries to restrain you, but you fight against him, pushing and kicking, unable to find calm.

"Nurse! I need a sedative!" Dr. Kim calls out urgently, his voice filled with concern. He manages to hold you down, pleading with you to calm down, but your panic is overwhelming. Your mind races as you feel the effects of the sedative taking hold, your body becoming paralyzed, your muscles relaxing, and your thoughts becoming hazy. Your eyes grow heavy.

And then you catch a glimpse of him, Yoongi, In the doorway, leaning to the left.

"I can't," you whisper, your voice barely audible as you lock eyes with Yoongi's figure.

"You will," he responds, his words soundless, yet you hear them resonate within you.

And then, you drift into sleep.

****

"It's progressing for the worse," you strain to hear the voice, barely audible. "Last night, she experienced a brief episode of cardiac failure, followed by spontaneous restoration. This is concerning because the underlying cause remains unknown."

"Oh my god," Jimin's voice breaks through, recognizable with concern. Why won't your eyes open?

"In addition, she had a psychotic episode. I suspect that her tumor is exerting increased pressure on her frontal lobe, leading to vivid hallucinations or distressing nightmares. We need to perform surgery soon," Dr. Kim explains, his voice filled with urgency.

"What about her platelet count... as you mentioned yesterday?" Jimin's voice trembles with worry.

"There has been no improvement according to her latest test results. I will order a platelet transfusion immediately, with the hope of having her in the operating room as soon as tomorrow," Dr. Kim responds, determined.

"Thank you, Dr. Kim," your friend Jimin expresses gratitude.

You hear the door opening and closing, and the faint sound of a sniffle. Is Jimin crying? Why won't your eyes open?

Focus," Y/n," you tell yourself, determined to regain control. With all your strength and focus, you command your eyes to open. And they do. You see Jimin sitting on the sofa across the room, typing something on his phone. Then your gaze shifts to the window. It's a cloudy day today, a stark contrast to the previous day.

"It's raining?" you ask, seeking confirmation.

"Fuck! You're awake!" Jimin rushes to your side, his hands gently cupping your cheeks. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a damn zombie," you respond, your voice weak. "Can I have some water?" you ask, and Jimin quickly retrieves your water, holding the straw to your lips. You try to raise your hands, but you realize they're restrained. Panic surges through you as you look down at your tied-down hands, then at Jimin.

"The doctor said it was for your own safety, that you had a psychotic episode," he explains, pointing to the restraints.

"It wasn't a psychotic episode, it was..." You hesitate, realizing that if you show any signs of losing your mind again, they might sedate you. Despite feeling enraged, confused, and utterly terrified, you decide not to reveal the truth. You don't want to heavily be medicated, especially not when a supposed god could enter through that door and determine your fate. "It was just a nightmare," you tell your friend, trying to sound as composed as possible.

Jimin runs his fingers through your hair, a sympathetic expression on his face. "I know, hun. I know it must have been terrifying."

You nod, wishing you could confide in Jimin, wishing he could believe you. But deep down, you're still unsure of yourself.

If Yoongi is real if he truly exists as the god he claims to be... you are completely and utterly screwed. There's no way you could accept his deal, let alone have the courage to decide the fate of any other soul. Yet, you're terrified of what he said would happen if you deny it.

He won't collect your soul. He will condemn you to eternal damnation, lost and rotting in the underworld.

Fear once again fills your insides, and Jimin must sense your distress because he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. "I'm here Y/n. I won't go anywhere," he assures you.

For what feels like hours, you allow yourself to be comforted in Jimin's embrace. But before long, the door to your room flies open, interrupting the moment.

"What the—" Jimin begins to say before turning to address the person who interrupted your moment of relaxation. "Why doesn't anyone knock on the door in this place?" he exclaims, releasing a sigh of frustration.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your cuddling session. I should have waited to find out what the hell is happening to my best friend," the person remarked, and you compose yourself by raising your head to look behind Jimin.

"Rin," you say, acknowledging your other friend. Rin stands in the doorway, arms crossed, a look of panic on her gentle features.

"You scared the shit out of me, Y/n!" she exclaims, rushing to your side. "How are you feeling?"

How are you feeling? It's both interesting and annoying how every interaction from now on will start with that same question. You don't even know how you feel; Physically, you're tired, mentally, you're scared, terrified, and confused. How can you possibly answer? How can you even begin to explain?

"I'm... fine," you say, though the word feels inadequate.

"Fine? That's it?" Rin responds, clearly not satisfied with your answer. You nod, knowing that Rin understands you better than anyone, even Jimin. It's as if you and Rin share a connection, a telepathy, as she calls it. She scrutinizes your face, taking in every feature, every expression. "Tell me everything. What's going on?"

"A brain tumor, Rin. I thought Jimin had told you," you reply, frustration creeping into your voice.

"Yeah, yeah, you have a brain tumor, and you might die. But that's not what I'm asking, is it?" Rin challenges, her voice filled with concern.

You analyze her expression, knowing she won't be satisfied. She never is. Maybe it's the lawyer in her that can't accept a fleeting answer as the truth. You gulp down the thick saliva that collects in your mouth, feeling scared and worried about how she will react if you were to confide in her about the reality of your distress. Because, obviously, your brain tumor should be your main concern, but in reality, you are mostly consumed by fear and anxiety over Yoongi and the deal.

You know your friends would listen to you, that they would try to understand. Yet, you don't know if they would consider you crazy, psychotic, or worse.

"I... I've been having hallucinations," you begin to explain, and Rin nods while Jimin, standing behind you gently moves his hand up and down your arm, offering you comfort. His touch reassures you that you can confide in them. "It's about... a god."

Rin's eyes widen, and she waits, patiently listening as you recount the entirety of your story. Once again, you start with the elevator, describing your room, and how Yoongi seemed to stop time and transport you to what appeared to be another dimension. You tell your friends about the deal he offered you, leaving no detail untold.

The room falls into a heavy silence. You try to gaze into the eyes of both of your friends, attempting to discern their thoughts, but their expressions reveal nothing. Rin stands beside you, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a deep frown etched across her forehead, while gazing Jimin downward, seemingly lost in deep contemplation.

"I know it sounds utterly insane, but—" you begin to say, but Rin raises her hand, motioning for you to stop talking.

"The god, Yoongi, he offered you a deal," she states, and you nod in confirmation. "Well... you should consider making a counteroffer."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Did she actually believe you? Could it be that your friend shares the same unwavering belief in the truth of your claims as you do?

"W-what?" you manage to respond, your voice filled with surprise.

Rin nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders. "Based on what you explained, the deal he proposed to you is not entirely set in stone. It was vague, centered around judging souls, right?" She pauses for a moment, waiting for your affirmation before continuing. "But he didn't specify how many souls, for how long, or provide any guidelines for this judgment. And who exactly are you supposed to be judging?"

"Are you seriously suggesting that she... bargain with a god?" Jimin interjects, his voice filled with incredulity, causing your eyes to widen even further.

They are serious. They believe you. And you smile, they believe you, you are not alone in this.

"All I'm saying is that there are loopholes in his conditions. And if there's a gap in his proposition, I don't see why she can't propose an alternative," Rin asserts, her tone displaying a lawyer's ability to see opportunities and exploit them.

"This is madness, are we seriously considering—" Jimin begins to speak again, but in her characteristic manner, Rin raises her hand, silencing him once more.

"Y/n shared this experience with us, and I believe her. Shouldn't you?" Rin directs her question towards your other friend.

"Of course I do," Jimin responds, his voice filled with conviction, and Rin smiles reassuringly at you.

"Then, y/n... let's formulate a proposal. Yoongi gave you a week, correct?" You nod in confirmation. "Do you have the ability to summon him at will?" Rin inquires.

"I... I don't know. He just appears," you admit, unsure of the extent of your control over summoning him.

Rin hums in contemplation. "Alright," she says, clapping her hands together. "This is what you should do..."

#yoongi fic #bts fic #yoongi x reader #family #bts #new writter #please be kind #anxiety at its finest

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kimeow7 · 2 years ago

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Oh… 😳 You are my first re blog ever! Thank you so much!

Eternal Shadows ch.4

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 4. The God

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Word Count: 3323

Incomes YOONGI! Long chapter and we have reached "The God"

Warnings: Hospital. Talks about death. Mentions of gods, angels, and demons, not diving into any specific religions, and maybe just mixing several believes. Some mentions of anxiety, a poor attempt at humor, and 'Lilith Yoongi' That's a warning on its own.

If you are uncomfortable reading this story please refrain from doing so. Warnings will change according to the chapters.

Also, the way of speaking of Yoongi changes from sounding ancient, or my attempt in making him sound like it, to normal... it is intended to give the character that feels of "Eternal".... Some scenes also feel -at least for me- a bit repetitive, but it all makes sense... I think. I doubt myself too much, but either way i want to put it out there hoping that there's someone who can enjoy my gibberish.

Enjoy. :)

And Thank you for reading.

Chapter 3 Masterlist

"Who are you?" you wondered, your eyes still tightly shut.

This must be a dream, another one of those hallucinations, you repeat to yourself like a mantra, attempting to steady your racing heart.

"I am your savior," a low voice replied. "Come on, open your eyes and look at me."

Shaking your head, you clutched the thin fabric even closer to your face.

The man chuckled, his deep laughter almost resembling a growl. "Little doll, I have no intention of hurting you. Quite the opposite, I assure you."

"You're not real. You... my tumor is creating you. You're not real!" you exclaimed loudly.

"Wrong," he responded.

Suddenly, you felt the warmth of his touch on your cheek. What should have sent shivers of fear down your spine instead felt like a compassionate caress, comforting and inviting. So much so that you instinctively tilted your face to prolong the contact.

"Who are you?" you asked once more.

"I am here to either take your life or give it back to you. Those are your only two options," he replied, his hand still resting gently on your cheek.

You wanted to scream; you were terrified, yet strangely comforted. A thick fog of confusion enveloped your mind.

You tried to recollect your previous encounters with this mysterious being, whether a creation of your mind or something more. He had always mentioned the same thing: the ability to return your life to you. And then you remembered "Your condition... what is it?" he had told you. He could grant your wish, but on one condition Now, you wondered what that condition might be.

You heard him chuckle again, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. But these shivers were not of fear; they were of a different, a very unfamiliar sensation.

"Impatient little thing," he mocked.

Desperation washed over you. If he was real, if he was some sort of demon or magical creature, it felt as though he was toying with you now, as if his sole purpose was to torment and play with your emotions. With these thoughts racing through your mind, your eyes flew open.

You were still in the hospital bed, the man sitting beside you on the same chair. However, the rest of the room seemed to have vanished, swallowed by darkness. You found yourself surrounded by an inky void, with only you and him existing in this eerie space. You locked eyes with him.

"What do you want from me?" you yelled, your voice filled with both fear and defiance.

The man wore a devilish smirk on his lips. "I knew I was going to like you," he said, causing you to furrow your brow at his words. He chuckled deeply once more before getting up and taking slow, deliberate steps away from you. The sound of his shoes hitting the floor seemed normal, except for a faint wet noise that muffled it. This was all too strange.

Raising his hand, a table materialized in front of him, accompanied by a pitcher of what appeared to be water and a clear glass. He filled the cup with the liquid and approached you slowly. "Drink," he insisted. "You're thirsty."

"I'm not going to drink that," you refused, your voice filled with skepticism.

"It's just water," he assured.

"How can I trust you? You won't give me any answers, won't tell me—" you began, but the man sighed and dropped the cup. You expected to hear the shattering of glass and the splashing of water, but nothing happened.

"Yoongi. The name you should know is Min Yoongi," he pointed to himself, and you repeated the name, silently mouthing the words. "Although I have gone by different names throughout many centuries, eras, and cultures, for you, I am Min Yoongi."

Confused, you furrowed your brow. "W-what are you?"

Yoongi chuckled deeply once more. "A god, a villain, an angel, a demon, and many others in between. But for you, little doll, I'm just Yoongi."

Yoongi.

Looking around, confusion still clouds your mind, and you remain uncertain about whether this is just another hallucination or if reality is truly hitting you. The once bright hospital room is now shrouded in darkness, creating a surreal atmosphere that leaves you bewildered.

"Where am I? Is this a dream?" you inquire once again. Tentatively, you move your arms, feeling the tangible reality around you. The thin fabric of the hospital sheet brushes against your skin, the pain from the IV needle throbs in your hand, and even the cold breeze from the air conditioning reaches your senses. It can't possibly be a dream, can it? Could your brain conjure up such vivid details?

"Not a dream," Yoongi responds, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nod grateful that he is finally providing some answers, even if they only serve to deepen your confusion. "Am I dead?" The thought lingers in your mind, fueled by Yoongi's mention of angels, demons, and gods. Perhaps you have passed away, and Yoongi is simply the grim reaper. It would make some sense, wouldn't it?

"Not dead either. Not asleep, nor awake. Somewhere in between," he explains.

Frowning, you admit, "I don't understand." Yoongi nods and chuckles softly, moving his hand to rest on your shoulder. The weight of his touch, the warmth of his skin—it all feels undoubtedly real.

"Come with me," he urges, causing further confusion to cloud your thoughts.

"Where do I go?" you ask, lifting the sheet from your body, and preparing to stand up. But Yoongi gently pushes you back down.

"Just your soul, darling. Accept me, surrender yourself to me, and follow me," Yoongi responds, his voice sweet and inviting.

"How?" you inquire, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Take my hand and let go of doubt. I'm here for you, whether you're alive or dead. I'm here for you," he reassures.

If this is a dream, you tell yourself, you'll be able to wake up. If it's not... Well, what could go wrong? After all, you are one step closer to death with every passing minute. With this realization, you reach out and grasp Yoongi's hand, and a smile graces his lips.

Suddenly, you feel an intense pull, so strong that it immediately pulls you into Yoongi's embrace. Your hands rest on his chest as his arms envelop your fragile frame.

"Ready?" he asks, and you nod, a mix of apprehension and curiosity coursing through you.

In an instant, the darkness transforms, and the bright hospital lights reappear, You turn around, only to see yourself lying in the hospital bed, eyes closed, machines beeping incessantly. Confusion floods your mind once more as you gaze at the doctors and nurses scurrying around.

"Doctor Kim?" you call out, seeking answers. You observe their frantic movements and hear their voices, but it's all a blur.

"We are in the in-between. You have fallen into a deep sleep. Your doctor is trying to figure out what's happening. You are in no danger, my dearest. I promise you this," Yoongi explains, his voice filled with reassurance.

You contemplate the reality before you, your physical body lying in the hospital bed while your soul remains in Yoongi's grasp.

"What's going to happen now?" you inquire, unsure of what to make of Yoongi, still uncertain about his true nature.

"Now, we shall discuss my terms, and you can make your decision. Agreed?" Yoongi's tender smile reassures you, and you respond with a nod. "Good girl," he murmurs, his left hand rising as his fingers interlock with a resounding clash. Suddenly, everything around you freezes— the doctor, the nurses, the incessant beeping. All movement comes to a halt, and Yoongi releases his hold on you. His hand gestures conjure a chair out of thin air. "Please, have a seat, dearest," he invites, and you obediently walk towards the chair, quickly taking your place.

You gaze at Yoongi, taking in his appearance. Only now do you notice the subtle changes in the way he is dressed. In the elevator, he had on a don sleek, elegant suit. During his second visit, your memory is hazy, but you recall him in a simple white dress shirt. Now, however, he exudes a more mystical aura. Clad in black leather pants and a satin or silk black blouse, adorned with silver jewelry on his ears and neck, he dons a cloak that adds an air of enchantment to his presence. He appears mystical, magical, and undeniably dangerous.

As Yoongi effortlessly conjures another chair, a sense of awe washes over you. This chair, unlike the one you are currently seated on, is larger and grander, exuding an air of royalty. It stands in stark contrast to your humble seat, almost as if it belongs in a different realm altogether. The sheer opulence of the throne-like chair captivates your attention, drawing your eyes to its intricate design. The wood is adorned with exquisite carvings, each stroke telling a story of its own., The rich deep red velvet cushion beckons you, promising comfort fit for a king or queen.

At this moment, you can't help but feel a pang of insignificance. Your simple chair, reminiscent of those hastily set up at corporate events, appears feeble and unremarkable in comparison. It's as though the stark contrast between the two chairs symbolizes a looming judgment about to be passed upon you.

"Nothing like that," Yoongi quickly dismisses, his voice laced with humility. "This is not a throne, for I am not worthy of such grandeur. I am merely a pawn in a much greater game." His words strike a chord within you, resonating with a sense of vulnerability.

A surge of curiosity and astonishment fills your being as you gaze into his eyes, searching for answers. "You read my mind?" you ask, unable to conceal your astonishment.

A knowing smile plays upon Yoongi's lips as he nods gently. "I see it all," he admits, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom. "Your dreams, your nightmares, your deepest desires, and even your darkest curses. They are all laid bare before me."

As his words sink in, a mix of wonder and trepidation courses through your veins. The realization that Yoongi possesses the ability to delve into the depths of your consciousness leaves you both intrigued and vulnerable. It is as if he holds a key to unlock the most intimate corners of your soul, a power that both fascinates and unnerves you.

"You are like... omnipotent?" you ask, your voice tinged with a mix of awe and curiosity.

Yoongi's lips curl into a smirk once again, his finger lightly brushing against his bottom lip. His demeanor seems to shift, almost appearing shy for a moment. "You could say so, yes," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of mystery. "I possess a series of abilities, and while I am indeed eternal, I am not immortal."

The revelation leaves you momentarily speechless as you consider the implications. "So, you are a god?" you question, seeking clarification.

He chuckles softly, the sound carrying a sense of nostalgia. "A god, perhaps, yes" he muses. "There are several others like me. It has been many yesterdays since someone called me by that name."

The realization that Yoongi is not just an ordinary being, but a being with god-like powers, fills the air with an aura of enchantment. You find yourself in the presence of something beyond mortal comprehension, an entity that has witnessed countless ages and is now sharing its presence with you. It makes you feel somewhat special. Yet confused even more.

"What do you want from me then?" you wonder aloud. You can't help but question why someone like you, who is not particularly special or remarkable in any way, has been chosen for this encounter. Even your current condition, though unfortunate with the looming presence of a brain tumor, doesn't make you stand out among the many other humans out there. So, you find yourself pondering the reason behind it all.

"Call it fate, or maybe I'm just a bit bored with the routine. I don't know," Yoongi chuckles, his amusement evident. "I say fate, but I wouldn't attribute our encounter solely to my brother."

"Your brother? Fate... your brother is fate?" you ask, seeking clarification.

Yoongi nods, his expression serious. "One of the other... gods, as you would call us. Fate, or as I personally know him, Hoseok. I would like to believe that he didn't meddle in my affairs, but I can't be completely certain."

The revelation that Yoongi's brother is intertwined with the concept of fate adds another layer of intrigue to your conversation. Gods. Fate. It all feels like a whirlwind of surrealism, a tale that surpasses even the wildest fantasies you've ever encountered in books. Your mind is brimming with so many questions, and a thirst for understanding that seems insatiable.

"How many gods exist out there?" you inquire, your voice filled with curiosity and anticipation, eager to unlock the secrets of the divine.

"Many..." Yoongi's response is brief, yet it reverberates with an air of mystery and untold tales, leaving you even more intrigued.

"And what role do you play in this world of the divine?" You ask with a twinge of sarcasm "If your brother Hoseok is the god of fate, what are you the god of?" you press on, unable to resist the allure of Yoongi's presence and the enigma that surrounds him.

A mischievous chuckle escapes Yoongi's lips, weaving its spell around you, captivating your senses and drawing you deeper into his world.

"Lost souls, death, life, and everything in between," he reveals, each word dripping with an intoxicating blend of power and mystery as if he holds the keys to the very essence of existence itself.

"Like the Grim Reaper?" You ask "Do you gather souls and guide them to the underworld?"

"Grim reaper?" Yoongi chuckles, a sound that resonates with a captivating enchantment, his smile revealing a glimpse of his delicate gums, making his appearance more human, and less dangerous. "You could refer to me as such. I am indeed the collector of souls, but only those deemed deserving."

"And who determines who is deserving? What must one do to catch your attention?" you press further, eager to unravel the intricacies of his divine judgment.

"My dearest... I fear these inquiries lead us down a path we should not tread, at least not in this moment," Yoongi's voice takes on a mystical hue, his words carrying a weight of wisdom and caution. "I have halted time, solely for you. But this recess is finite. I cannot halt its flow indefinitely."

You gaze upon the frozen figures of the people you know, their movements suspended in time, a testament to Yoongi's power. He has orchestrated this moment, this pause in the world, for you to truly listen, and to make a decision that will shape your future.

"Okay, I apologize. It's just that all of this feels..." you begin, your voice trailing off, struggling to find the right words to capture the surreal nature of the situation.

"Surreal?" Yoongi interrupts, his eyes penetrating your very being. You nod in agreement, unable to deny the overwhelming sense of wonder that engulfs you.

"Indeed, my dearest. Even for a creature as inquisitive as yourself, this world is a boundless tapestry, far too vast to comprehend in such a fleeting moment," Yoongi's voice carries an ethereal quality, the way his words move, as if he holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of the universe, and probably he does. "But don't you worry my dearest, for I shall guide you, help you grasp the unfathomable. That is, of course, if you accept my demands and allow me to take your hand, returning your life to its rightful course."

You nod, a heaviness settling in your throat as you become acutely aware of the gravity of the moment. This is the turning point, the opportunity to alter the course of your life forever.

"I am here, listening," you utter, gathering your courage and taking a deep breath.

Yoongi, the embodiment of mystique, acknowledges your readiness. He leans forward, his body curving with an otherworldly grace, resting his elbows on his thighs and cradling his chin in his hands. A profound aura surrounds him as he speaks, his voice carrying the weight of countless ages. "If you seek to rid yourself of this... affliction, I require a payment," he states, his words dripping with enigmatic power.

Confusion etches across your face, your brows furrowing in perplexity. "A payment? What can I possibly offer to a god?" you inquire, your voice trembling with a mix of awe and uncertainty.

A chuckle escapes Yoongi's lips, its resonance carrying the echoes of forgotten realms. "Ah, my little doll, I have grown weary and bored. Centuries have passed since I last tended to a human," he muses, his voice the carrying weight of countless experiences. "I have been called by many names, subjected to curses and accusations. It falls upon me to discern who is deserving of my care and who shall suffer in Mingyu's grasp."

"Mingyu?" you interject, your curiosity piqued.

Yoongi chuckles once more, the sound tinged with a mixture of amusement and wisdom. "The god of the underworld, darling. The almighty protector of those souls deemed unworthy, those who find no solace in death," he explains, his words painting a vivid picture of the divine realm.

Your mouth forms an "o" of wonder, the revelation of a vast and intricate divine world leaving you in awe. "And what is it that you want from me?" you inquire, your voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

"To judge," Yoongi declares, a mischievous smirk adorning his face.

"Judge? Whom?" you ask, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

"The souls. It is you who shall decide, on my behalf of course, who is deserving of my attention and who shall wither in Mingyu's realm," Yoongi reveals, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "And I will take care of you; body and soul my dearest"

Your eyes widen, overwhelmed by the weight of such a responsibility. "I... I cannot do that! How... no! It's beyond my capabilities, I could never... such responsibility, no" you protest, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief.

But Yoongi doesn't falter; his eyes fixate on your trembling form with an intensity that feels like a storm brewing. The mischievous smirk on his lips fades, replaced by a gaze that holds the weight of ancient secrets. "Shall I grant you some time?" he asks, his voice carrying a mystical undertone.

You shake your head, your voice filled with desperation. "No! I... I cannot do that. I could never..."

Yoongi lets out a weary sigh, his breath mingling with the ethereal air around you. "Very well, then. I shall grant you a week," he states, his words resonating with an otherworldly power. "For one week, you shall be spared from the grasp of death."

"What?!" you exclaim, your voice a mix of disbelief and astonishment. "I don't need a week. I can't do that I–"

Yoongi raises his hand, adorned with a ring that seems to hold a glimmer of ancient magic. His finger points behind you, towards your motionless body lying on the hospital bed. "You were destined to meet your demise in precisely 24 hours. I offer you this week to contemplate my demands. Should you reject them... I shall not claim your soul, my dearest."

Your eyes widen in horror, the realization of an eternal decay settling upon you. "So, you would condemn me? To suffer forever?"

"Indeed," Yoongi replies, his voice a whisper that sends shivers down your spine. Your heart races and a wave of dizziness washes over you. "One week, my little doll," he declares, and with a swift snap of his fingers, you are pulled backward into the unknown.

#thank you #lovely people

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