The Firefly that Guards the Fox VII
Pairing: BTS Taehyung  â Reader
Genre: Hybrid | Lawyer | Murder Mystery| Fluff | Angst | Smut [Epilogue] |
Warnings: Overall story rated mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, bloodshed, death of minor characters.
Summary: His mother and father werenât supposed to fall in love. They werenât supposed to find a mate in one another.
They werenât supposed to.
After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox whoâve youâve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?
A/N: Orig post date: 01|11|18; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe.
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Her giggles were infectious as I splashed water at her. She was relentless though, fighting back with waves back at me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and spun her eliciting a scream of happiness. âI got you firefly!â She smacked my arm, âput me down Tae!â I shook her in my arms taunting her further, âTae! Stop!â The anger behind her tone didnât hold any value, she didnât really want me to put her down. However, she reached over and pinched my ears between her nails. I let go of her with a yelp. She splashed carelessly into the knee-deep water and stuck both thumbs in her ears wiggling her fingers finishing her move by sticking out her tongue. A squeal then a laugh drummed out as I run to chased her. I latched onto her falling backwards letting gravity take over. I submerged us both into the water with a splash.
I didnât come up from the water; the girl in my arms faded as I twisted and turned to lie on my back. I felt lint balls from the fabric under my fingers, a mix between knotting suede and a thin mattress. I blinked back to a clearing light. I woke up to my mom putting my backpack together in our basement home. âHoney, please get up youâre going to be late!â I tossed the blanket over me walking only a few steps over to my mother. The room smelled of pungent, stale, reheated coffee and concrete dust. His mother turned to him with her everlasting smile. Her hair was a vibrant color and her ears a habanero orange. She handed me my backpack, âhurry along now.â I took the bag and ran towards the door letting the blinding morning light in.
He pushed through the metal exit door stumbling onto the side walk. He was giggling like a boy in elementary school. He hung onto a woman, who giggled mindlessly and hiccupped from over drinking. Her face blurred every time he looked her over. It was certain he didnât want to take her home, none of his dates ever made it there.
He stumbled through the parking lot pulling her into the backseats of his car. Their lips and teeth knocked in passion. The heat from their bodies and tension fogged up the windows. She grinded against his crotch, rubbing him in the right way. He trailed his hand up her thigh slipping under her âbarely considered a dressâ dress. She left his lips, kissing sloppily down his jaw, sucking generously on his neck. She had no true trajectory, she just wanted him. He leaned his head back looking through the back window of the borrowed car of his friend. The street lamp directly above his car was so bright. He squinted tight and everything faded to black.