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The third Kim.

 ✑Pairing : Whipped introverted Popular! Taehyung x Art student sarcastic!  Y/N 

* honestly. this fanfic isn’t a personal favorite and not my best work. I apologize if it doesn’t fit your standards because it doesn’t fit mine either.* 

✑ Genre/Warnings: Highschoolers. Strangers to lovers!AU. Just your mild dose of swearing :)

✑ Words: 3.5k+

☞ Summary: After the rumour spread that Kim Taehyung has a crush on the art student with caramel eyes, all doom hails upon you- the art student with caramel eyes. 

☞ Note: Here i am AGAIN using one of my dreams as a fan-fiction idea bc why not? Also my first fanfic on tumblr! 

☞  Pied piper Kims the one you wanna imagine here! 

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :) 

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

You banged your fist against the girls cube for the third time before the door lock snapped. You broke it. Again. 

Groaning, your hands found their way to your temple- massaging them. You’re usually not the type of person to get pissed easily but this was getting out of hand- too quickly. In an amusing way of course. 

This was one of the nth times you were locked out of the girls bathroom, and the reason behind it just made you want to burn your tongue out and laugh at the same time.

“Looks like you finally got out, Y/N.” a high pitched voice echoed once you stopped outside the door. It was one of his fangirls. Just what you needed today, another one of the up-to-no-good brainless girls who’ve been after your ass. 

You grinned at the girl before patting your skirt. 

“I always get out, maybe not lock the door with a dollar store hair pin next time.”

She rolled her eyes, “Ugh- just shut up! You’re so annoying ugh!”

“sHut uP, yOu’rE sO aNnOYIng Ugh!” 

“Stop mocking me! Y-YOU OPPA STEALER.”

“Girl, go get a fucking job.”

Chuckling you walked out, ready for the other shenanigans the fan girls might bring in. 

You’ve received these threats and so have almost every other student in your school. It was intriguing- seeing the lengths these people would go to just for their “oppa” 

Granted, they couldn’t even pronounce the word oppa properly since half of them weren’t even korean. 

Such behaviour wasn’t new to you- just not to such a great degree. Yes, you’ve gotten hate for being friends with the two Kim brothers out of three. Especially Namjoon- but it was never this bad. You were friends with him for years so it all died down. 

Despite this, Namjoon and Seokjin were rather humble and simply did not give a flying fuck about their stalker-classmates. 

You didn’t know much about the youngest of the trio Kims, so much so you’d never even seen the lad. 

So when you found out this very lad was the reason these up-to-no-good fans were all up in your ass for the past month, you didn’t know if you should make a run for your dear life or crack a big grin and let them continue on like the clown you are.

A rumour spread (you convince yourself it’s a rumour and not true) that Kim Taehyung was overheard saying he has a crush on one of the art students, the one with quote-unquote caramel eyes. This was the last straw for the already thirsty for blood fan girls to come for your dear life. 

1 month prior:

Taehyung was never the biggest fan of social gatherings- be it frat parties, club meetings or just any vicinity with several people. The constant chattering of the latest gossip in a hall filled with stale fried food and dizzy neon lights never seemed appealing. It felt more like a bunch of mosquitos buzzing around his head. 

No, he wasn’t a social outcast who wanted to evaporate into space because of the very reason of talking to people. Contrary to what some might think, he really enjoyed talking to others- sharing stories and exchanging laughs. Just not when there are fifty other strangers touching his shoulder or knee, rubbing their bodily sweat onto him like he was a tissue paper. 

Oh, and of course how could he forget? The swarm of females (and sometimes males) who followed him around as if they were the paparazzi themselves. He liked to call them ‘The-blood-and-dick-thirsty-fanatics’ and in short for the BADTF’s 

They were his classmates, and some even from different schools who went crazy with the thought of him. 

So tonight he had to be oh so careful with what he was going to do. Sucking up all the grimacing thoughts he got about going to a place where all of his school would be and having to live through the hell of their sweaty bodies and their pathetic but failed attempts at flirting, he put on his outfit. 

Normally he wouldn’t care for a night like this, but it wasn’t just a night- it was a special night. Today was his schools’ annual performing show. He never missed one of these any year ever since freshman year. It always got him excited- despite the people of his school seeming half dead most of the time, they put on a rather wonderful show when they needed to. 

Every year till grade 11 was a breeze for him to attend the performance show but ever since the fangirling started, even going to the toilet was difficult without one of the so-called fangirls writing a blogpost about how good he looked when he entered the boys washroom. 

Just existing felt like walking on glass shards to him so he knew that him going there would go two of the ways. 1. Everyone will magically forget he is there and leave him the fuck alone or 2. They’ll ruin the damn night like how they ruin everything. 

Upon entering the parking lot, he saw a bunch of cars parked at weird angles (the students parked them)- only some parked properly (the parents who parked them) 

The entire parking lot was empty with people and filled with cars, he figured he was a tad bit late. 

He stood there alone in the parking lot, clad in tight fitting black slacks with a loose button up black shirt with some design on it and he wore a silver necklace that adorned his neck like pearls. It looked odd but he somehow managed to pull off the outfit. His fingers were shaking a little, he was scared. He shut his eyes closed tight, bracing for any possible outcome. What if the night went horrible? What people trampled him over in the search of him? What if- 

“Lookin’ pretty nervous huh?”

He gasped a little before turning around, only to find a girl with a very- VERY amused look to her face. She wore a blue dress that was clinging onto her upper body and fell free when it reached her hips. The dress was a midnight blue with a dash of navy.  It contrasted her sun kissed skin which, just like him, was adorned with silver jewellery. His eyes widened. 

He didn’t say anything in response but just nodded. Luckily he decided to wear his mask today that covered his upper face. He didn’t know if it would help him keep the people from seeing his face or not. The girl in front of him seemed to not really care about the mask or that his ears were a soft shade of nervous-pink. 

He tried to change the topic. “D-did the show start already?” shit. He stuttered. He shouldn’t stutter!

Biting his lips in embarrassment, he looked down. The girl remained unfazed, she had a soft smile on her face. “Yes it did, ten minutes ago actually.”

“Oh, you’re late too?” he asked mostly to reassure himself that he wasn’t the only doof who came late. 

“Nope, came back to get the one-piece ear sets.” she gestured at her hand, she held a pouch filled with multi-coloured ear sets that one would use for singing on a stage. 

He nodded, a little disappointed. 

“So why’re you standing here all jittery and not heading upstairs?”

“I’m not jittery.”

“Your hands were shaking.”

“No-”

“You kept moving back and forth and bit your finger.”

“How did you even notice all of that?” he was befuddled with her quick responses  

“Magic!” she waved her hands around in a twirly motion and made a surprised face. 

He chuckled a little before cracking a soft grin. 

Taehyung was now seated on one of the red cushioned chairs in the back of the theater where the last performance took place. After this, he’d find himself either booking a cab or bolting it down the parking lot to get it to his car as soon as possible. He never stayed long enough to find out what happened after the performances were over, he never cared. 

This night however, was different. The entire atmosphere changed because of a certain pixie in blue who sat beside him the entire night with her pretty caramel eyes twinkling with mischief and snarky remarks.

She leaned closer to him and whisper-yelled “Not sure why the centre dancer decided to wear granny panties today- you could see it from all the way up here!” 

He snorted loudly and almost started coughing because of how loud he laughed. Covering his mouth a second later to regain composure. 

“You have got to stop with those side comments, Miss Snarky.” he coughed out another laugh.

“Hey, not my fault he wore that ugly pair of underwear and flashed his ass off on stage. Besides it’s free Only-Fans content so I’ll take what I can get.”

“I see, you have your priorities straight.”

She hummed in a response while looking around the theater. Getting up from his seat, he ducked his head low and muttered a small ‘goodbye’ and turned around ready to leave. Ready to call it a night. Before he could even move a step further, a smaller hand grasped his. 

“Leavin’ so early? Why? It doesn’t end till another three hours!”

“Oh uh- I never stay that long. I’m more of a watch-the-performances-and-skedaddle-outta-here type of lad.”

“And I’m more of a won't-let-the-new-guy-she-met-tonight-go-before-having-the-full-experience type of gal, hope you don’t mind, yeah?”

 Not wasting a second before she yanked him out of the theater only to enter another room, it was similar looking to the previous one but lacked all the red-cushioned chairs. There was a huge white table on the side of the room, an all you can have buffet. Some fifty year old fruit punch in a fountain that nobody bothered to have and of course, the students- all dressed like it was fucking prom. Clicking away blurry selfies with snapchat filters that made them look ten times more white or orange than they actually were.

He jerked back, stiffening. He so carefully managed to get by the entire night without being noticed- stepping here was like spilling paint water on your painting. He’ll get caught! 

“Aye, pretty boy. Looks like you saw a ghost?” she nudged his arm. 

“I think I saw something even worse.”

“Can we head back?”

She looked at him curious, tilting her head to the side. Oh did he want to melt because of her cuteness but also wanted to commit bloody murder for bringing him here.

“Don’t like this place?”

“Nope. Not one bit. It sucks ass- can we go? Nevermind- I’ll go. You can stay.”

“Woah woah, wait. Calm down, Sparkle eyes. What’s the rush? At Least tell me why you're ditching me when all I did was talk about the dancers' granny panties all night.”

Sparkle eyes? Pretty boy? Fuck, taehyung wants to melt into a mushy puddle of euphoria so bad.

“I- just can’t. Wish I could tell ya, but my lips gon’ stay sealed, Snarky.”

Her lips curved with the nickname again. One night and they’re already red and on a nickname basis.

“Just one dance?” she tugged her bottom lip out in a pout and oh, did he want to say no so badly but his heart disagreed. He does think with his ass most of the time instead of his head like he’s meant to- so he agrees. “Just one.”

A lopsided grin flashes her glossy lips as she holds his hand, walking to the corner of the room where there aren’t many people dancing. 

They wrapped their arms around each other, his on her waist and hers on his shoulder. Waltzing back and forth to the slow jazz which played. Everyone seemed very busy (surprisingly) and did not pay attention to him. He thanked the lord silently for sparing him one night to breathe. 

“So, Sparkle eyes?”

She stopped her reverie to look back at the boy she was dancing with, he had a small glint in his eyes. Well that’s all she could see. “Huh?”

“Why’d you call me sparkle eyes, I understand you calling me pretty boy because look at m-”

“I’ll stop you right there, maybe I should just call you Mr. narcissistic instead.”

He shook his head and grinned while tightening his grip on her waist. They inched closer. 

“And I called you Sparkle eyes because- well, your eyes sparkle. It’s like you have stars in them.” she chuckled at her explanation. 

Taehyung was never a fan of those cheesy names, but when it fell from her mouth- it seemed alot better than he’d ever imagined. This was the third time he almost saved himself from melting into a gooey-sap boy, who has the teeniest crush on the girl in front of him.  

“My eyes sparkle?”

“Yeah. I could tell better if you didn't have that ridiculous silver mask covering half of your face.”

He gave a tight lipped smile and mouthed a no. 

“You never told me your name, snarky.”

“Snarky it is.”

“Oh come on, wouldn’t I wanna know the name of the pretty in blue who entertained me and waltz around with me to some outdated jazz music?”

“Well, pretty in black; the names Y/N.”

“Oh aren’t you-”

“OH MY GOD! GUYS! KIM TAEHYUNG IS HERE TONIGHT?!” a voice cut him, it was one of the girls of his class. Taehyung visibly stiffened. 

A big gasp from the crowd and everyone looked around. “No way is the Kim Taehyung here?”

“What if my Taehyung oppa is here! Oh my god, guys move! I need to re-do my makeup.” another girl spoke and rushed to the nearest washroom. 

“No- I will look good for my oppa, not you!” another screamed.

Y/N leaned in closer to Taehyung, “Why is Kim Taehyung here?” she asked as if the said guy wasn’t in front of her.

He sighed in relief, she hadn’t known all night that he was Kim Taehyung. He could make a save and go home safely. “Not sure. Anyways, It was a great night and all but I really need to make a run for it now.”

“Oh” she took her hands off of his shoulders and stood back with a small smile. She didn’t seem to question his leave since he was so adamant to leave in the first place. 

 He leaned in closer one last time and breathed out “Good night, Snarky.”

Present day-

A hand slammed onto your side of the table, catching you attention. You were currently seated in the cafeteria- enjoying your lunch with your four other friends.

Looking up, you see the owner of the over manicured red painted hand that disturbed you. The once dull eyes of yours were now replaced with amused eyes and a mischief shine. 

Standing in front of you was none other than Lee Mackenzie- the self proclaimed number one “fan” of the youngest Kim and alleged “love of his life.”

A grin spread on your glossy pink lips, pursing your lips into a pout you looked at the girl with fake confusion. “I’m sorry but who are you?” 

Mackenzies eyes widened, like you had offended her for life. Her jaw slightly clenched but not for too long- her highness probably got hurt by clashing her two teeth together. “You know who I am, Y/N! Don’t pretend.” 

A nonchalant look on your face, you tilted your head as if you were even more confused.

“Smackenzie, calm down will ya? Our Y/N’s just humbling you down. Not everyone wants to waste their precious time knowing your existence. ” Jennie said from the side before bursting into laughter. Now the whole cafeteria's attention was fixed to them.

“Argh-” Mackenzie snickered while rolling her eyes. “Anyways, I am here to ask you one last time, does my soon to be boyfriend Taehyung oppa like you and have you ever talked to him?”

“Even if your Taehyung oppa talked to me, he doesn’t seem to acknowledge your existence.”

“Y/N! You snarky bitch! I knew it! You probably manipulated my oppa and you’re forcing him onto you! Ugh you-”

“Hold the fuck up, Smack. What makes your two brain cells think she’d ever wanna do anything with the Kim. Taehyung isn’t even your boyfriend.” This time Lisa spoke up, an obvious pissed expression on her face. She was done with her bullshit long ago. 

“Shut up! And don’t call me Smack! Y-you Lizard!”

The confused yet straight face you had all this time crumbled when you heard her pathetic attempt at a roast. Lips widening, the five of you couldn’t help laughing. It was too funny.

“Smack suits you Lee. Looking at you …”

You stood up, towering mackenzie.

“ Does make me wanna smack common sense into you!” pulling your hands into a fist, you launched at her- closer enough for her to flinch and almost fall back. 

Your fists never touched her- just scared her. 

The people of the cafeteria began laughing at the startled self proclaimed fan before she glared at them. They all shut up.

“If I ever see you leaching onto my TaeTae oppa then you’ll regret it, Y/N”

“What’re you gonna do? Tell my mommy? Ohhhh I’m scared!”

“SHUT UP! BECAUSE OF YOU TAEHYUNG OPPA DOESN’T EVEN LOOK AT ME ANYMORE.”

“He never looked at you in the first place so-”

‘AHHHHHHHH!” she screeched. 

“Christ! Why are you so obsessed with him?”

“Shut up you ugly witch! TaeTae oppa looks so much better than you!”

You laughed aloud. “Honey I don’t even know what this oppa of yours looks like. But if you insist.” you shrugged your shoulders. 

“Why can’t you hog onto some pathetic guy instead! I was going to give him a rose last week and make him my boyfriend! You and your stupid self just had to ruin it!”

Now you were feeling a little bitter- you were getting hate for something you had no part in. “Well, clearly he likes me instead of you, Mackenzie! You wouldn’t go this far unless he actually liked me, which seems like he does! So just fuck off?” 

Her eyes were red. She was fuming. 

You should have stopped pulling her leg now, despite how entertaining it was. You really should have. Or else ten minutes from then you and Jennie, Lisa, Roseanne and Jisoo wouldn’t be sprinting hot on your heels to the other side of your school.

The mob of frizzle haired girls with invisible torches and pitchforks ran behind the five of you, screaming and yelling- not caring about the startled teachers that stood curious but did nothing. You were in the library now, hiding under the desk while the other four scrambled to find somewhere to hide in the library. 

It was quiet for a good minute before one of the girls entered the room- searching wildly. After scanning around the room one last time- she left. Her face was bubbling with anger. “Just wait Y/N i’ll find you!”

Wincing you slowly came out from behind the desk. “We can’t stay here any longer unless one of ya’ll wanna be skinned alive.” Roseanne said while looking at the other four.

“Kinky.” you added with a laugh.

“I’m dead serious.”

“Oh.”

The five of you hurdled onto the fourth floor of the other building of your school. It wasn’t long before you could hear the high pitched screams dragging closer to where you guys were. You needed to find a hiding place fast. 

“Look! Don’t they have a gym locker room right around the corner?” Jisoo whisper-yelled and pointed at the blue doored locker.

Without even uttering a single word all of you ran to the door, to your luck it was open. All of you got in- too busy to notice the inside of the locker room. Lisa was quick to her feet to use all the locks on the door and close it tight. 

Hands on your knees you huffed, stabling your breath. 

“This” huff “was” huff “a fucking” huff “workout!”

Roseanne and Jisoo nodded in agreement. Soon they turned to their side to see a pale Jennie. She looked as white as a ghost. Once meeting the direction Jennie was looking at the two stiffened in their position- eyes wide.

“Guys-” Lisa began but before she could continue another voice cut her to it. 

“Excuse me? Actually no- Excuse us. Who are you? And why are you here?!” 

It was a male voice. 

Tuning around you a saw man staring at you. Fluffy pink hair that shined from the window behind him. He had plump round lips with an oval face. His brows were pursed together  as he looked at the girls with a snicker. He wore a red jersey with the number 13 on it.

He did not seem to be welcoming. Hands folded together he waited for an answer. 

“We’re us.” Roseanne said with a shrug.

“Why are you here? Oh god you’re one of those fan girls-”

“What the hell dude? We’re not the fangirls, we’re RUNNING from the fangirls!” she exclaimed. Now she had her hands on hips- looking at the pink haired man. 

“Yeah and you expect me to believe you?”

“Listen you bubble gum candy head, before jumping the gun you might wanna put your assumptions aside.” 

“You did not just call me bubble gum head! You look like a cheap barbie with fried blonde hair!”

“YOU little-”

“Guys! What is going on?” now another voice came in, you looked up to see Namjoon standing there dumb founded. He wasn’t just the only one dumbfounded though- there were six boys standing in the cramped locker room all together. All with round doe eyes staring at the unexpected guests.

Looking at the familiar boy's voice you sighed in relief. His gaze fell on your form. He instantly looked worried. “Y/N! You’re here? What happened? Running from fangirls? I-”

“Joon, I’m...fine I think.” You both laughed. 

“You know her, hyung?” the pink haired boy asked with a pout. Namjoon nodded while walking up to you and hugged you softly. 

“Y/N’s a friend of mine from Lit club. Y/N- Jimin, Jimin Y/N.”

You smiled softly at him while he looked a little shocked but returned a grin. 

“And that's Jisoo- the one with black hair.” jisoo smiled a little before returning to her nonchalant expression. “That's Lisa and the scared one's Jennie.” they both waved with an awkward chuckle. 

“Lastly the fried blonde barbie here is, Roseanne.” she did not smile-glaring at him. 

Jimin smirked, “well aren’t you such a sweetheart, Roseanne.”

She chuckled before rolling her eyes playfully. 

Just then another figure walked in- or so- out of the shower that's installed in the washroom of the locker room. The raven mop of glistening hair that came out of the shower looked at your eyes first. Looking down you notice that he was shirtless. A set of abs on his stomach- they weren't too prominent but you could tell that they were there.

Holding your breath in you looked back at the guy, he titled his head before smiling up to you. “Y/N! Is it not?”

You blinked twice. You blinked thrice. How did this insanely hot guys with black hair know you?

“Don’t you recognize me? Snarky I thought I was more memorable than that.”

Your brow shot up. It was him. The guy you met almost a month ago in the school show. The boy in the silver mask who had the silkiest voice on earth. 

Laughing at the way you two met again, you spoke to him, “You’re the daddy long legs I met who came late to the show?”

“Hey! I was only ten minutes late” he playfully used a deeper tone. Playful or not- it did set your heart on an inextinguishable fire.

Namjoon looked perplexed- brows furrowed together. He looked back at the two of you. The boy standing with a pair of sweats and nothing on top and the girl who he seemed to have met before. 

It wasn’t long before he slowly pieced the things together- a rough idea formed in his head. He stayed quiet. “Y/N, how’d you guys get here?”

You looked back at Namjoon and exhaled a big sigh. Ready to explain the madness. “It was the fangirls. They were chasing us like hungry wolves.”

He remained quiet, looking back at Jimin. They exchanged glances and looked back at the boy with black hair who had a nervous look on his face. 

“Why were they chasing you?”

“Haven’t I already told you, Joonie? The girls have been all up in my ass since the past month because this damned brother of yours might have a crush on me!”

The boy with black hair winched at your remarks about him. He gulped and looked down. 

“Yeah. Taehyung said that. Did you ever try to talk to my brother about this?”

“I can’t! If i do, I’ll be burned to death and probably kidnapped. Don’t you know how crazy these people are? They’ve made my life into a circus.”

“You do know how Taehyung looks like, right?”

“No. I don’t. And at this point- I don’t wanna.”

“That twat’s made everything so difficult! And he hasn’t even had the guts to walk up to me and even confirm or deny any of this!”

“D-do you perhaps hate m-Taehyung, Y/N?” sparkles eyes said from behind her.

“I don’t hate- I LOATHE him. If I ever find him- I’ll make sure he doesn’t see the light of the day again.” 

He winced. 

“Whatever Taehyung did is pretty fucked up huh, Y/N” Jimin said beside Namjoon and glanced back at Taehyung with mischievous eyes. 

“Oh you have no idea. I’ve never even spoken to his dude and he suddenly tells everyone he likes me! How even.”

“Taehyung better make amends with you soon- don’t you agree, Jimin?’’ 

Jimin nodded in response and looked back. 

A stuffed groan from behind the three boys, you turned to see another boy standing there. Chocolate brown hair that fell over his brows. Round doe eyes staring onto you specifically. He was also wearing the red jerseys- all the boys were except Sparkle eyes. It had 12 written on it. “Will someone care to tell the rest of us what’s going on?” the boy said, brows furrowed. 

Namjoon turned around and muttered a sorry. “Jungkook- sorry kid. These are our friends. “

With that the said boy Jungkook gave a tight-lipped smile and waved, eyes shifting from Y/n to Lisa. 

Soon a loud bang came from the other side of the door. “Hello? Is anyone there! The soccer team?” a loud female voice spoke.

Namjoon took the initiative and spoke back, “Yes. We’re here. Who is this?”

“Oh-omo- Namjoon oppa~ It’s me- Soojin from Chemistry class!”

“I don’t know a Soojin and I don’t want to.”

“Oppa~ Don’t be mean. Have you seen five ugly girls running around the corner here? We’re searching for those rats.”

“It’s only the boys here. You can leave.”

You looked at Namjoon and mouthed a thank you.

“Can you open the door so that we can check!”

“No. Leave. Now.”

“Oppa! You don’t get it! We’re searching for Y/N and her rat friends!”

“I am not your “Oppa”, you can leave unless you’d want me to call the teachers on you.”

“What if you’re lying! WE NEED TO CHECK.”

“Thats’s it we’re bangging the door until you open it!”

Namjoon turned around and whispered “Hide!” 

Your blood ran cold. You looked at the four girls and motioned them to hide somewhere. Jimin must’ve understood your panik expressions, he grabbed Roseanne's hand whilst gesturing Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa to follow along. 

Before you could do a thing, a hand held yours- dragging you into the washroom and shutting the door tight. You were about to scream when a hand covered your mouth. Upon turning around- you saw Sparkle eyes looking at you. “Shush Y/N! I’m hiding you idiot.”

“I got scared, okay? Nobody just drags me into the bathroom and stands so close to me . . “

You just realised what you said, you noticed the way his broad chest was pressed against your head. Hand wrapped around your shoulder protectively in the tiny washroom. You looked up meeting his gaze. 

His deep black eyes that bore into you, you remember looking into them at night. It felt like deja-vu. The same starlight that lit up in his eyes when he looked at you so intently. Your lips parted, releasing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

You hand reached out to hold his shoulder tighter- your chest pressing against his. His gaze never left yours. “We’re standing very close.” he slowly muttered. 

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

“Do you want me to go away?”

Silence. You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t- not when his galaxy of eyes bore into your soul, enticing you to hold him tighter. 

His gaze broke into a sad look when you didn’t answer him back. He slowly retrieved his hands. Your hands quickly found their way to his and you put them back to where they were before. “Don’t go.”

“SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THOSE GIRLS AREN’T HERE?!” a loud female voice broke out from outside the washroom. You figured that the mob of fans had entered the locker room. 

“Listen Soobin, we don’t know who you’re talking about and why you want to find them so bad but they are not here.”

“Oppa! My name is Soojin not Soobin.”

“Does it look like I care.”

“What about Taehyung oppa! Is he here?”

“..no.”

“But he’s always with you guys!”

“Well he isn’t TODAY!”

You heard footsteps increase towards where the two of you hid. “Taehyung oppa! Are you in there!” A thud came from the door.

You looked upwards and saw Sparkle eyes gulp before looking away from your gaze. 

“I can see your jersey outside of the washroom here! I know your inside oppa!” She continued banging on the door. “Shit” he cursed under his breath.

He looked angry. Troubled. 

“YES! I’M IN HERE AND I WANT YOU TO LEAVE ME THE FUCKING HELL ALONE!” he yelled, grinding his teeth in anger.

“Oppa I-”

“No! Leave. Me. and Y/N alone!” His hands went up to the doorknob and twisted it open. Your eyes widened. “What are you doing!” you yelled but he simply held your hand tighter and stepped outside. 

There were around fifteen girls standing outside, all shooting fire at you when they saw you holding his hand. He took a deep breath and began :” Listen up and listen well, I like Y/N. you have NO rights to abuse me or the person I like. You don't own me!”

The girls grew quiet, gulping at his sudden rage. Taehyung was very laid back and introverted so this was very new for all of his BADTF’s 

“I am so sick of you guys not letting me or my hyungs have a normal life and make friends and talk to other people! I am not your oppa! You are not my friend or my family! Please let me live normally…” 

His voice cracked at the end, eyes red and glossy. He bit his lip before looking back at you. 

“It’s okay...you can cry if you want to.”

He sniffed before putting his head in the crook of your neck. You put your hand in between his hair, slowly patting it. “Funny how your eyes Sparkle even when you cry, Taehyung.”

 He chuckled, a drop of tear falling from his eyes to his cheeks. The pressure he’d been holding in releasing from the salty tears.

“You said you loathe Kim Taehyung.” he slowly released himself from your embrace. 

“Not when it's you.”

@youmistme​ 

Humility is alien to her

✑Pairing : Warrior in training! Taehyung x Village Thief! female Y/N

✑ Genre: Strangers to lovers! AU in Joseon Dynasty, fluff and teeny bit of angst

✑Warnings: Mentions of poverty, sickness and disabilities. Mention of theft (I do not condone the act of stealing, this is only for the purpose of the story.) Taehyung is a sweetheart, Y/N is level headed and is tired. Tae has a little stubble just like the run bts episode for the first half of the story (he gets rid of it later!) 

✑ Inspiration: From 달려라 방탄! or RUN BTS! EP 145 where Taehyung has the fake stubble :D

✑ Words: 5k

☞ Summary: He had a boyish grin and sun-kissed skin, he wanted to be a man. She had tattered clothes and guilty eyes, she ran. 

In which, Y/N who despite her want to have an honest living has to resort to theft and Taehyung is the sweetest and not so intimidating warrior in training who wants to lend a hand.

☞ Note: There is mention of a disability and if anyone thinks the representation of this disability is done incorrectly then please let me know! also this took 2 weeks to write bc i am the most lethargic shit on the planet lolololol. why is tumblr so ass when it comes to copypasting UGH

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

also if i like it enough, i’ll write a part two :p no promises 

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Today was hotter than your usual afternoons, as though the sun peered its light rays right into your skin; boiling your blood. A gust of wind rushed through matted hair, giving a second of breezy relief before the humidity settled in again. Pressing your lips together to contain yourself, you kept running. 

 With an iron grip on the straw bag you held, your sore feet made their way to the distant part of the village. The small village in Daegu that you resided in was always bustling, filled with life. A fairly well off town as they all claimed, a town with its happy people and their happy bags of wealth. Happy children and their even happier gold spooned life. 

That was certainly not the case for your family.

After a final glance behind your back, you made your way to the dark wooden door. Your fingers grazed the knob; it was warm. The warmth of home. The feeling did not last long when a small shard of wood sliced your finger. You hissed. It was a small cut, annoying nonetheless.

Your hiss faded away as quickly as it came when the form of the little boy crouched down on the thin white sheets came to your view. Round, watery and redden eyes staring at you with helplessness. Shivering chapped lips that curved the slightest when your figure came into view. Skin pale white, loss of the warmth of blood. The boy shivered a bit before meeting your eyes. 

Even in this saddening state, he flashed you an attempt at a smile, lips curving with all his will and might. Guilt crept up in you, how could you get annoyed by a small cut when he is still smiling despite everything? 

“I-I got us food. Fruits!”  His mouth moved, trying to form a coherent sentence to thank you but nothing came out. His gaze fell, eyes downcast. Gently walking towards him, you held his hand and brought him to your embrace, hugging him tightly. 

A lump formed in your throat, you felt bad. You felt disgusted, even dirty. You knew well the food you got for him wasn’t in the most civil way one should. This town(despite its “gold brimmed citizens”)  was not forgiving to the lower class. The want to be honest and have a truthful living was adamant within you, so deep within you that you couldn’t find it anymore. 

“Ah! Taehyung! My boy, what are you doing here in the market? Don’t see you around anymore.” 

The said man turned around, sharp, straight brows angling at the voice of the old woman who spoke to him. His aloof face met the gentle eyes of her, she smiled at him fondly. 

His shoulders sagged down in relief upon seeing her, wide grin now replacing his face. His right hand rubbed his neck, chuckling shyly. 

“Oh? Halmoni. I came here to get some vegetables. How are you?”

“This old woman is doing as good as she can. Now tell me, my boy, what would you like?” 

Squinting his eyes, he tried to remember the items he was told to get. Moments passed with him still trying to recollect his memory. Glancing back at her with embarrassingly red cheeks, he nervously laughed. 

The old woman looked up at him for a moment before bursting into a big laugh, patting on her thigh. “You grew a beard and all but your mind is still the same, boy.” 

“Ha-halmoni, it is not like that. I just suffer from short memory loss… a-and the beard is because I am a man now...”, he tried to shift the blame on the memory problem he never had. 

“Aha. Whatever eases you, my child.  Now, here you go” she handed him a basket filled with various kinds of vegetables. He reached out, grabbing it with a small smile. Patting his head she continued, “tell your mother and brother I sent these to their way.”

Bowing in return, he turned to go further inside the market. The busy marketplace still looked the same. From the many years he has grown up here, it always felt the same. Lively with smiles. The smell of freshly harvested fruits and greens, the teenage girls giggling near the trinket stores, mothers arguing with the vendors to negotiate the price, and the ever-so-subtle scent of fish and meat lingering between all of it. 

With a small jump in every step, he walked around the market humming a melody. From the corner of his eye, he saw a small craftsman store. His curiosity peaked. He hadn’t seen this store before, granted he hadn’t visited the market in months because of his “training to be a warrior” which mostly consisted of the boy convincing himself that the beard he had grown will make him look older and more intimidating. 

With a soft voice, he spoke to the craftsman who was seated with his creations. A multitude of wooden horses, small swords, jewelry boxes, bracelets, brooches. His long fingers delicately looked at one of the small swords, it was similar to the one he played with as a child. 

An eager yelp took his attention, beside him was a girl. She did not seem like a teenager, perhaps a bit older. Her raven coloured hair was braided and pulled back. She was looking at a rose coloured brooch. It was a small butterfly with intricate details in its wings. It was beautiful. 

Her lips quivered, eyes wandering on the brooch with a defeated sigh. His gaze fell on the straw hat she had held onto and her hanbok. The straw hat was big, bigger than what an average person used, so big that it would cover one’s face completely. Her hanbok unlike the other females in the market was simpler. It lacked the details of silk and bright coloured fabrics. The dusty pink colour of the hanbok and its owner resulted in his probing eyes.

Trying to play it off cool, his eyes gave his attention back to the wooden horses whilst occasionally stealing a glance at her.

The peaceful evening in the market was disturbed when a voice yelled out in frustration. 

“My fruits are stolen again! This is the third time in this week has happened.”, it was the fruit vendor, who cringed his face in frustration, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked livid.

 “It’s probably the kids making you look like a fool again.”, another voice jumped out. It was the fish seller who looked back at the angry man with a grin.

 “It’s not the kids. It’s a woman! Every time she comes over, I have a load of my stuff vanished! She-”

“A woman? Why would a woman ever do such a thing!” an elderly woman added with trepidation. 

“What does she look like?” enquired one more. Now everyone's attention was in this conversation. 

“That woman is no good! I have not seen her face. It is always covered with a straw hat. An enormous one.”

 Taehyung snapped his head around to his side, the woman in pink hanbok vanished from his sight. The image of her face, the flushed lips, and the almond-shaped eye disappearing from his memory. Quickly he looked back to the craftsman table where he kept his trinkets. The pink brooch laid there, untouched. 

With the money he had left, he purchased the pink butterfly. 

You slammed your palm against your forehead. So careless. You were so careless today. The force of reality hits your head. How could you go out in the open with your hat so carelessly? The villagers already knew the form you took. God Dammit if you were a little bit more swift you could have avoided this situation altogether. 

You shuddered, remembering the very vivid description of the woman in the big straw hat. The thief. The one who they hated. The one who was you. You coughed out loud, running out of breath as you walked towards the small road that led to the cottage you lived in. Something in your guts told you that you were seen. Caught. Caught committing theft. 

The small edge to his eyes, while he looked at the small toy swords, came to your mind- that man. Clad in a royal blue, your eyes didn’t miss the details of gold in his hanbok. Or the way he glanced at your form, from time to time. You did not miss any of it. 

“Stupid-stupid so stupid! You irresponsible girl!” your voice yelled to your own self. “Ah-why? Why can you not do a thing right? Argh-”

The sound of a tree branch breaking stirred you away from your self-deprecating scolding. The path you were walking on was not used by the villagers often. It was at the end of the town. A quiet place. There were not many animals around who would randomly step on a tree branch during this time of the day. As one would, feelings of fear and dread followed suit. You were too scared to look behind. 

You pressed your lips shut, breath hitching. From the corner of your eye you could make out a figure standing there- just as still as you. Like a deer in headlights. You took a step back, the figure behind you also took a step behind. You clenched your hand and moved a couple of steps forward. The figure behind you did the same. 

‘What trickery game is this?’

Sighing one last time, you knew if you didn’t run now you’d be in big trouble. You would run very fast; you decided. In 

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3- “Wait! Don’t you dare try to run away!” it was a heavy, deep voice that yelled from behind you. It didn’t sound like it was too far behind. Oh, you were in big trouble. You bent down, touching the area near your feet, and unbeknownst to the person behind you grabbed a rock big enough to fit your palm. 

If you had to face this person. You will. With safety of course

A twirl on your heels and you were face to face with the voice that called you out. Both your hands were tucked behind your back. You were expecting a middle-aged man, most likely a general but what met your eyes had you stumble on your feet. 

Those sharp yet heavy eyes staring back at you. The black pearls staring right at you, iris turning a hazel colour when the sun shined on it. He had speckles of hair on his chin and upper lip, a stubble. Glancing further, you saw the very royal hanbok which covered his sunkissed skin. He had  It was him, the sword toy guy at the trinket shop!

Your lips parted, you wanted to say something- anything but your mouth refused. 

His brow arched, he too seemed to be intrigued to see you here; a little flare of hesitance floating in there too. “You. Why did you try to run? I saw you leaving the market.” his voice was deep, trying to assert dominance within the two of you. 

“I don’t see how it is your business. I will take my leave.”

His brow perked up, and for a split second, you could see a boyish pout, saddened eyes. It was so quick that you almost missed it.  

He looked at you to continue. 

“Why must I allow you to do so?”

“You could. This once.” 

He started walking closer to you, stoic face piercing into your soul. He brought his right hand up, guiding towards you. Your fight, flight, and freeze scenes tingled and before you knew it, the rock you held onto met his shoulder with a big thud. 

“Ah! W-why?”He groaned, peach lips pouting as he patted his shoulder. His entire demeanor changed the moment that hero of a rock hit him. His sharp eyes now round and slightly glassy. Round cheeks tucked into a scowl.

“Ajusshi! Don’t come near me!” you threatened and held the rock in front of your hands.

“Ajusshi? What am I some old man!-I was trying to remove the spider that’s been crawling on your left shoulder! And you dare hit me-”

You smacked him this time, without the rock though. He shut up. 

Looking to your left, sure enough, was a black spider; dangerously close to your neck. “AHHHH! A- SPIDER!” your hand swatted it away in one swing.

Silence. Quietness engulfed the air as you recovered from the spider and the man in front of you recovered from your fist. You looked back at him, he was on his knees; one hand touching his shoulder while the other grazed his hurt. 

Now, this was certainly not how you expected someone clad in clothes similar to that of a warrior to react when hit by a girl. It was too humorous to you, a laugh almost slipped past your throat. The man looked back at you, angrily eyeing you. You cracked a wicked grin at the man before turning. A part of you wanted to stop, help him get up but you masked that with his boyish behavior favoring your humor. “You must be pretty strong, yeah? Good sir.” 

He suddenly stood up, you turned and saw both his hands to his right side. Then you spotted something. A sword. 

Oh, honey. You were done for. Say your prayers.

Suddenly, the laugh, the mockery towards him. You wanted to take it all back. 

You waited, looking at him anxiously. He looked at you one last time before drawing his sword out. You shut your eyes tight, ready for any slash or blow. There was nothing. 

Peering your eyes open, you were presented with a long wooden sword. 

A wooden sword.

You blinked once. He blinked once.

You blinked twice. He blinked twice. 

You bite your lip hard, suppressing any burst of laughter that might come. “Haha!”

“What in the world is that- a wooden sword?” 

He stared at the sword with utter shock. He was not expecting it himself .“Ah! Why did Seokjin hyung switch my real sword with the wooden one!” he stomped his feet on the ground, nose scrunch with distaste.

He looked back at your laughing face, hands clutching your stomach as you tried to contain your laughter. his cheeks were pink, lips curved from ear to ear. "tsk. is it so funny?" he couldn't help but snicker before laughing along with you. 

He held the handle of the wooden sword, attempting to put it back in the scabbard. His wobbly arms failed to sheath his sword. He sighed. You gingerly took a few steps towards him and held the hilt. His gaze fell on your face. With the help of your guiding hands, he successfully pushed the sword inside of the scabbard.

It had been three weeks since that incident with the warrior guy. After his several failed attempts to put his sword back in the sheath, he finally caved in for your help. This led to a twinkle in his eyes, he asked you more questions. That led to more questions and more answers. You could feel the imaginary wall that you’ve built slowly melt away, just the way the coldness of your heart melted. You remember the time when you both exchanged your names:

“Taehyung. Kim Taehyung! That’s my name.” He was grinning; something he did very often when he talked with you. Taehyung was his name. Just like the person itself, the name held colour. It was bright, a dash of hue in your monochromatic life. 

You wouldn’t have given your name back in return but he just- he felt so welcoming. A warm hug on a cold day. An umbrella for the rain. “Y/N. that’s my name.”

You really didn’t know why Taehyung hadn’t ratted you out. In fact, the said guy had not even brought up the topic since that day. He knew something was up (when you ran from the marketplace) but decided to not speak of it. Things back home weren’t going very well either, it only added to your confusion. Yet, it has become a habit to meet him now. No day goes by without seeing his square-like boyish grin and crescented eyes. 

Your legs brushed against the sunlit grass, bare toe touching the earth beneath. You closed your eyes and arched back. The log of wood you were seated beneath was warm, it seemed to have absorbed the heat of the atmosphere. The sky above was filled with shades of pink, orange, and blues; as though they were meant to intertwine with each other for your eyes. Humming a melody (courtesy to him, you’ve caught the habit now) you waited for Taehyung to arrive. It seemed like he was taking much longer than usual to get here. 

“When is he getting here..where is he?”

“Miss me already?” 

Turning around, you saw Taehyung. He was with his usual close-lipped smile and round cheeks but something was off. He was Taehyung, no doubt. It was the brave yet shy guy whom you’ve been meeting. “Taehyung is that..” you scanned his face, from his sharp eyes to the small mole he had underneath his left eye, his lean nose, and his supple lips. His lips-oh-oh. His upper and lower lip area was no longer covered with his facial hair.

“Your beard is gone.”, you said as a matter of fact, not sure how to register this information. His face was clean, soft, and shaven. The skin on his chin was a bit red, you figured it was from removing his facial hair. You had always found Taehyung to be an attractive guy but when a couple of days ago he had revealed he was twenty-five years old it shocked you, more than you have liked it to. 

“Twenty-five?! So you’re not an ajusshi?”

“No! Haha. What about you?”

“Twenty-two.”

His lips were a bright shade of peach, he licked his lips before snickering. You remember a few days ago him going deep into his thoughts when you mentioned why he bothered to keep a beard. He revealed that he’d been growing it for two years to look much older. That very Taehyung was now in front of your eyes, soft smile and red cheeks as he sat beside you. It was as if the entire universe slapped you on your face hard. So hard for you to face the reality of this godly man sitting before you. His hair was also a bit disheveled, he didn’t wear the blue bandana he wore to keep his hair away, instead, it was out and open. 

Your lips parted. You wanted to say something. Anything. You couldn’t. Oh lord, you couldn’t fathom the curve of soft cheeks and the shine on his skin, and good gracious you did not know how to handle these feelings of yours. They were already all over the place because of him but now this? This was pure torture. The sun really did its wonders when illuminating on his face, giving it a godly glow. You could feel yourself melt into a puddle for a man you knew for a couple of weeks!

“Earth to y/n? Are you doing good?” 

“Y-yes!” you stood up at once, stomping your feet with big rounded eyes as you made a salute pose towards him. 

“Ah-okay. Slow down, tiger. You spaced out for a moment.”

“You’re the tiger here not me..”, you fake pouted and sat back down beside him, this time a little bit closer. Taehyung was not oblivious to you sitting closer but chose to not say a word. 

“Why did you shave your beard?” You spoke a little bit too loud. 

He tilted his head before releasing a big boxy grin, his pearlescent teeth were shining through. Your heart beats faster than you would have liked it to. 

“You said I look a lot older with the beard. I want to look my age now.”

“But, Taehyung, didn’t you say it helps intimidate people so that they take you seriously as a warrior?” 

“I am sure I can manage just fine without one now.”

“How so?”

“Change of heart.” he paused. He looked back at you with that sparkle in his eyes which you seemed to never want to look away from. “I think I am capable without it.” 

The evergrowing feeling of fear and trepidation within your gut did not seem pleasant. You really wanted it to go away but your conscience just disagreed. The very concept of getting help when you didn’t ask for it is confusing. It is convoluted for the mind to process since it is already thinking about so much. Must one look down on the possible (bad) reasons someone is helping them? Vice versa. Getting help from someone can either lead to debt from that person or a step to the right path. How were you so adamant that the help you got was out of the kindness of the human heart or that it was a masked face filled with malice?

Not to mention that the said help was none other than Kim Taehyung.

Every day you saw him with a wooden basket whenever he headed towards your way. It was always filled to the brim with a variety of foods. From fruits to vegetables, meat and fish and eggs everything was there. Of course, you refused to accept these first because how could you ever pay him back for all of this. He on the other hand seemed more offended that you refused his help and did not budge from where he stood. He held the basket in his hand for hours before you took it from him. 

“Taehyung you don’t have to do this...I….I can’t pay you back or give anything in return!”

“I am not giving you because I want something in return. I am giving you this because I want to.” 

This also resulted in you not having to go to your “robbery adventures” and risk your life every day. It was refreshing but still too alien. Did he have an ulterior motive? Will he use you later for something? Is he just being another kind human? Are you immune to humility? 

“Y/n!” taehyung called out as he approached you. He waddled over to your figure with round cheeks stuffed, he was chewing bread. His right hand tightly held a woven basket. 

“Hey, how are you?” he asked and without waiting for your answer, plopped himself beside the tree bark you were seated on. 

“I’m good. Better than before…” “You?”

“Inlovebutiwonttellyouthat.” he whispered in a hushed voice but you couldn’t figure out what he said.

“Huh?”

“I said I’m in pain! Ouch, my shoulders still hurt from when you hit me with that rock!”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment and he gulped. You both stayed silent. 

“Ah~ here take this. I almost forgot to give you.” he brought the basket up, this time it was filled with green vegetables. Some which you had never seen before. 

“Taehyung.” you stopped him before he could even place the basket onto your hands. He looked up at you. “You-you cannot be doing this!” 

You continued, “Giving me all of this when I can do nothing but helplessly take it and give nothing in return. Why? Taehyung just why? Why would you…” your voice shivered at the end. 

“Y/n. I just want to. You don’t owe me anything, okay? I just have this urge to look out for you. Please let me do it?” “Don’t stop me from it.”

“I-... this is too new for me Taehyung. I’ve never- never had someone look out for me.” 

Taehyung was quiet. His eyebrows were fused together as he tried to form any sort of answer but remained wordless. He did not want to say something that could unintentionally disregard what you said.

You raised your eyes to look at him, you knew he wanted to say something to comfort you but was unable to find words for it. Just like always, you also wanted to thank him for the food. You were not a mannerless human. You felt gratitude and you would do the least which is to express it with words. “Thank you, for this. You keep giving me. I don’t know what to think of it.” 

He smiled in return, he looked at ease with your sincere thanks.

“Do you have a family?” you with intention. 

“Yes! I have an elder brother whom I’ve mentioned before, I have my mom and my precious grandmother with me too.” his eyes lit up like you’ve never seen before, they held stars in them when he spoke about his family with nothing but sheer joy.  

Taehyung didn’t stop there, he went on and on about his family which you eagerly listened to. He talked about how his brother was a doctor, two years older than him, and that he was insanely handsome. “My brother says it is always important to mention his good looks when I talk about him,” he added while swinging his legs back and forth like a toddler as he continued to say more about his family. You found his brother; namely Kim Seokjin to be a vibrant man though you never met him.

 He also mentioned his mother, who in his words seemed like a kind and caring woman. And lastly, his grandmother whom he seemed to absolutely adore more than anything in the world. 

He then turned and with cautious eyes asked you the same question. You were expecting him to and also appreciated his cautious tone. He was making sure he wasn’t crossing any line by asking you this and your heart couldn’t help but flutter. 

“I have a brother.” your voice was a near faint whisper. 

His brows raised in surprise. He was not expecting that. He had so many questions going on in his head, more geared towards your financial stability but he figured that it would be inappropriate to ask them. 

“He’s ten years old. Mute. I adore him.” 

His face held a devastating look. You had never seen another being ever so invested in your life let alone mourn over your personal problems. You were confused, to say the least. 

“He does not talk?” he muttered more to himself than you and you nodded in reply. Your eyes were downcast too. Thinking about your sickeningly pale brother who tried his hardest to show a brave smile around you made you feel lamented. How could you not, the poor boy had been suffering for months now. 

You both sat in further silence, not sure what to say. Then Taehyung spoke and you weren’t sure what to think of it. “Does he like toy swords?” 

You were now opening the door of your house, more like a cottage gingerly, scared to be too loud so that you didn’t frighten your brother. Despite your poverty, you always considered your home a home, a cosy place where it felt warm. The love you and your brother shared for each other made up for the dim-lit house. 

The thought of ever having someone over never came to you so you weren’t prepared.  Taehyung peeked his head from the door, his fluffy brown hair bounced ever so slightly. He didn’t seem to mind your small home, in fact, he looked pleased with it. Last week when you both exchanged words about your family, Taehyung insisted on seeing your brother. You knew well enough that stopping him was not an option since he was rather stubborn. So, now here you two were at your house, to meet your brother. 

With a small sigh, you said, “Well to my humble abode, Sire Kim Taehyung.” 

He chuckled in response to your formal tone. He was still looking around the house. To him, your house looked more lively than he thought it would. Bad of him to assume. Nonetheless, he was pleased with the welcoming energy your abode radiated. Taehyung had quickly figured out that his means of helping you did not mean he wanted you to feel like a charity case. He was sure in one way or another, you did. This led to him taking a much gentler approach when trying to help you, which in all honesty he had no reason to but he was always a man to follow his heart. If his heart wants to help this beautiful and brave lady; you, then so be it. Today he brought in one of the small wooden swords he used to play with and practice with when he was a young lad himself. He thinks this was the best choice for a gift. Granted he doesn’t know how your brother is but he hopes it’ll bring the small boy some joy.

Not very far from the main entrance gate was a boy. He had disheveled, matted hair. He looked very sick. Much like your description of him, he looked the same. Small frame, a bit shivering, pale skin that lacked any colour, sunken eyes boring his face, and chapped lips which bled from the side a bit due to dehydration. Taehyung couldn’t explain how much his heart shattered into pieces. The tears were already building up in his eyes and he had to look away to force the tears back inside.

You looked to your side at him, you understood his expression because you also had the same. You looked back at your brother, your heart ached for him, and yet you couldn’t do much for him. You felt a hand envelope yours, it was Taehyungs. He was looking at you with gentle eyes, as a sign for you to not lose yourself. You couldn’t be any more grateful. 

Your brother jolted upon seeing you too, his eyes widened. He looked so scared. His already pale face turned even whiter. You pursed your lips together and walked to your brother. With a smile on your lips, you gently embraced him; not too tight since he was so fragile. “Daehyun-ah, I have a friend of mine over. He wanted to see you.” 

Daehyuns eyes wandered to the tall man standing behind you. He seemed scared but slowly relaxed when he saw Taehyungs overly warm and sweet smile. Taehyung too with gentle steps walked to Daehyun and crouched down to his level. His smile never left his face. 

“Hi!” he said a little bit too enthusiastically. Realising how loud he was, he cracked a sheepish grin and continued. “I’m Taehyung. Your noona’s best friend. It’s nice to meet you, Daehyunie.” 

Daehyuns eyes lit upon his name being mentioned. Even with trembling lips, his lips curved into the faintest smile towards Taehyung. 

“I have a little gift for you Daehyun. I hope you like it as much as I used to.” 

His arms which were behind him this entire time now came forward. He was holding a small wooden sword. It looked adorable. Your eyes curved into crescents when you saw Taehyung handing it to Daehyun with a big grin. A domestic feeling settled within you. 

You guided your hands on your brother’s and helped him hold the little sword. You swear you hadn’t ever seen him so ecstatic. The sword felt a little bit too heavy for him so he let go of it with a small pout. The wooden toy walling on the floor with a thud and the little boy shut his eyes in disappointment. 

“Now, I’ve also got some fruits with me. You have to eat it all up, Daehyunie. How else are you going to hold that sword of yours, hm? We’ll make you all strong and big.” taehyung chuckled and looked back at you. 

Your smile was small but grateful. You had done so much but gotten so little. You had the burden of two worlds on your shoulder and got so little help. Though he couldn’t help in the ways he wanted to, Taehyung decided to be the pillar you could lean on when you journeyed through your life. 

Daehyun brought his shaky hand on Taehyungs and held it tightly with a big grin. His eyes were trembling. His pupils were glassy and a single drop of salty tear fell on their hand. That is when the man in blue had an epiphany, he had finally taken the first in becoming someone’s shield and someone’s hope. He was still far away from where he desired to be, but still a step closer from before. 

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