seduce — write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa
he had always imagined the ballroom to be a place of elegance. if a party were held in one, it’d be full of the rich who had class and a table with champagne or sparkling water for anyone who wasn’t of age. there would be a buffet along with a few snacks if anyone wanted something lighter and classical music played at the front at some random corner as people danced to it or just simply listened. the visitors had a mask on. whether it’d be an actual mask that covered the top half of their face, a mental mask to hide any thought or emotion that might seem obvious on a person’s face, or maybe some combination of both. even if something seemed familiar, it had to be foreign in some way. that’s how ballroom parties worked in his head, specifically masquerade ones.
apart from the outfit and the mask that matched along with it, ricky did not necessarily feel any different. he had no idea what yuuko, aku, eli moon, or any other magical being had planned when setting up the event, but he was confident that not all intentions were normal. the strange vibe of magic was clear in the air the moment the boy walked into the building and he did not feel comfortable with it. luckily, it wasn’t similar to the one he felt at the expo. he would’ve left as soon as he felt that again.
despite the fact that they wore masks, taehyung obviously recognized his friends, enemies, teammates and acquaintances all around. their outfits, especially the women’s, were extravagant to say the least. he felt confident in his own outfit enough, but just looking at everyone else made him feel as if this was a room full of so much colour surrounded by walls and a floor of gold.
his features could be recognizable. he was sure that as he turns and looks around, he would encounter someone who would immediately know who he was. he hasn’t talked with much people to begin with, but the looks people gave him show the fact that they could identify him in the huge crowd. it wasn’t a sign that was necessary, but he still appreciated it.
he eventually finds himself at the tables where most of the partygoers sat. seeing them, taehyung was able to tell if they sat because they were tired or if they had nothing else to do but to eat or watch other people do what they needed to do. it was easy for him to know. it was easy for any other person to know.
among those tables however, he sees a familiar figure and he stops walking and looking around the moment he spots him. he wasn’t even looking for him in the first place. sure, he was searching for some company so he didn’t look like a lonely idiot, but the fact that fate had somehow brought this boy right to him was hilarious. it seems as if the two of them were destined to run into each other at the most unfortunately fitting times.
after coming to a decision, he walks to the table to ask the boy who sat there a question. “is this seat taken?”
he doesn’t reply automatically, but judging from the tone of his voice, it seemed as if he knew ricky was speaking. “yeah,” he replies. “you can’t sit here.”
ricky smiles to himself at the response. “i see you’re still bitter as ever,” he replies, walking over to the seat in front of him and sitting down. “i’ll warm up the seat for this someone then. that way, other people wouldn’t be willing to take it.”
yoongi rolls his eyes. “whatever.”
even if he got the message that he was not in the mood to talk to him, taehyung still tries to keep a conversation going between the both of them. reasons why? to be annoying while also keeping himself company.
“didn’t think i’d see you here tonight,” ricky starts. “i’m sure you got an invitation, but you could’ve declined. did someone drag you to the party?”
“why is it any of your business if someone else brought me here or not?” he asks. “you don’t see me asking you if your brothers forced you to come to this place.”
he raises his eyebrows. “well, to answer your question, they didn’t,” he answers. “i was forced to come here because of the invitation. special class members are required.”
“what a shame. maybe i shouldn’t have come so i didn’t get to see your annoying face.”
“this annoying face is helping you make the party less boring, though,” he states. “you should be grateful.”
“and how are you going to make it any less boring?” he asks. “by continuing to irritate me?”
the music in the background and the people dancing in the ballroom gives taehyung an idea. “how about you dance with me?”
yoongi blinks and gives a look of disbelief. “excuse me?”
“you heard me,” he replies, standing up from his seat afterwards. he walks to the side of yoongi’s chair, holding out a hand to him. “why? don’t think you can dance?”
“i never said i couldn’t-”
“dance with me, then,” he says with a cool, yet reassuring smile. “you can dance with the devil just for tonight. that’s all i’m asking you.”
he’s hesitant, but he takes the hand anyway, letting the other help him stand up from his chair. with yoongi following behind him, taehyung walks to the floor while not letting go of his hand. the moment taehyung stops and pulls yoongi over to get the both of them to face each other, the boy stomps on his foot, earning a hiss from the redhead in response to the pain.
“sorry,” he says sarcastically. “didn’t see your foot there.”
he does nothing about the action but give him a forced smile as they kept going on. he’s never been taught, but it’s not like he didn’t know how to dance. he’s danced with yoongi before, just not in this setting and not in this situation.
it’s a bit of a surprise to him that there was no one messing up. taehyung didn’t want to ruin this moment with any weird steps or hesitations, but it seemed as if no matter what he did, yoongi would follow. the satisfaction of how they went along with what the other did made it difficult to not grin like an idiot over something as little as that, but ricky made sure to keep his composure. besides the bright mask he put on today, he also had confidence. he was aware that it had always been a good look on him.
even if they were dancing, taehyung still wanted to make sure there would be an ongoing conversation between the both of them. “say, you’re not so bad at this,” he compliments him. “did you have lessons for dancing during those two years or something?”
“you’re not too bad either,” the other responds. “did you learn how to dance to impress someone? i wouldn’t be surprised if you only danced just to get into someone’s pants.”
ouch. “well, people would do anything to get what they want,” he replies. “i just wanted some company. couldn’t handle being alone.”
“if you couldn’t handle being alone, why did you push me away then?” yoongi asks, getting direct eye contact with him.
“i have my reasons,” he says, refusing to break the stare as they continued to move along. “all that really matters is that i’m not the same person i was before.”
yoongi looks away from him then. “you don’t need to tell me. i know that already,” he replies bluntly. “you were nicer and less of a prick.”
the dance stops for a bit as taehyung looks at the boy who refused to face him. “i’m not talking about that,” he states, continuing the dance despite the personal conversation. “i’m not some slut who sleeps around with random strangers anymore, you know. i haven’t done that in a while.”
yoongi hesitates. “that… doesn’t change the fact that you’re not any less of a jerk.”
“but i’m not pushing you away now,” he answers before putting their dance to an end by pulling the other close, unintentionally getting the other to look back at him. “i’m pulling you close.”
the world around them suddenly becomes quiet and blurry. rather than feeling as if they were at a party with other people around them, taehyung felt as if it was just the two of them in the room together. the longer they looked at each other, the more taehyung felt as if he was about to float. even if his feet were firmly on the ground, he felt as if he was about to float up into the air.
he begins to wonder if yoongi felt the same. did he still even have feelings for taehyung? did he even know that he did? taehyung was no longer a hero in yoongi’s eyes. he wasn’t even the boyfriend. he wished there was a way he would know how yoongi felt. perhaps if they swapped for the day, that might let taehyung know if he was free from the racing heartbeat or if he would still have it.
the gaze on yoongi’s eyes suddenly fall to his lips. he hasn’t seen them this close in a while. the fact that they were right in front of him now felt unbelievable to him. he didn’t want to have to ask yoongi to pinch him to make sure he’s not dreaming right now. just the simple fact that yoongi was close to him now felt like reality was far from his reach.
as soon as he closes the space between them to kiss those lips, even with how soft they are, he doesn’t feel so light anymore. in fact, everything was slowly going back to normal. the kiss wasn’t short and sweet, but it was long and romantic. no longer did taehyung feel as if he was floating off of the ground or as if yoongi and him were the only ones in the world together. he was back on the planet earth in a party surrounded by many people in a ballroom.
when he pulls back, it all comes back to him and though the feeling felt foreign, it also felt comfortable. the fact that taehyung was no longer kissing yoongi anymore felt odd to him, which he found confusing. rather than wanting to kiss him again while he was gone, taehyung just simply wanted him back. when he saw him again, he just wanted him to be safe. there was no thoughts on touch or the crave of it. it was strictly thoughts on his wellbeing and the fact that he was alive and well.
taehyung hadn’t felt like wanting to kiss yoongi again in such a long time that the moment the feeling returns to him, he finds it irritating to be surrounded by so many people. god, that boy was so powerful. he makes ricky feel so much in his heart that he’s surprised that it hasn’t burst with love yet.
but, love had already been given. even if he still wanted it, he just wanted to have to feel those lips against his once again for perhaps maybe a longer time.
taehyung looks around himself before looking back at the boy in front of him. “say… you wanna ditch the dance floor and have some more fun somewhere else?”
no words come out of yoongi’s pretty lips. he only nods, earning a grin from ricky.
“then let’s get out of here.”
rather than being in a place full of light, they were now surrounded by darkness. the sound of the music is distant, while the sound of voices aren’t that audible where they are. the both of them wanted to be somewhere private on the floor, but not too far from the center of attention. it wasn’t like they were going to do something too scandalous now. hopefully that would left for later outside of the party. taehyung knew yoongi well enough that at this point of time, he wouldn’t feel comfortable with having sex at a place like this, regardless if they were hidden or not.
it was never listed on taehyung’s agenda to make out with yoongi tonight, but he was far from upset about the fact that he was doing just that. after having not kissed the boy in such a long time, he feels as if he deserved this. sure, yoongi doesn’t know exactly how ricky feels about all of this, but he didn’t need to. it’d be too complicated for him to fully understand, anyway.
taehyung was obsessed. he was in love with having to feel yoongi’s lips against his again and again. no longer was there a mask covering their faces to get in the way. when the both of them kiss each other, taehyung is relieved to not have to feel anything else touch him other than yoongi and vice versa. the scent, touch, and sound as they continued to kiss each other felt like home, but in a strange way. at a setting like this, it made sense to feel this even now.
he pulls away for a bit to let the both of them catch their breath. “god,” he says breathlessly. “you have no idea how long i have wanted to do that.”
“to makeout with me?” yoongi asks.
“just- to kiss you, in general,” ricky replies.
“why did you even kiss me in the first place?”
“couldn’t help it,” he answers. “your lips just looked so soft and irresistible.”
“you little-” yoongi stops the moment he sees ricky’s smile. “ugh. just shut up and keep on kissing me.”
taehyung laughs. “whatever you say, sweetheart,” he says before he kisses him again.
like how it went the first time, the kiss starts off sweet and gentle before taehyung deepens it, making yoongi sigh into it. the action gives ricky the idea to move the kisses lower from his lips to his neck to get more of a reaction from him. fortunately, yoongi gives him what he wants by moaning lowly, making taehyung smile against the skin of his neck. he wants to say a snarky comment, but he holds it in as he continues.
unfortunately, to ruin the moment, taehyung feels his phone vibrate in his pocket that forces him to pull away. he quickly looks at the contact name and sighs to himself before he looks back at an expecting yoongi.
“duty calls,” he says. “the boss is calling me.”
yoongi lets out a silent whine that taehyung was able to hear. it makes him smile before he holds yoongi’s hand.
“i’ll make it quick. i promise,” he says before leaning in to give the boy one last kiss for now. he pulls back and whispers low enough for the other to hear. “when i come back, let’s take round two somewhere else other than here, hm?”
the reaction on the other’s face lets taehyung take it as a yes, letting go of his hand as he walks away. “i’ll see you later then, kitten!” he says while walking away. he stops to turn around back at the other. “by the way, you look amazing tonight,” he turns around quickly so that he doesn’t see the other’s reaction before he takes the call and puts his phone up to his ear.
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(sms: nini-bear) i found my old zelda game (sms: nini-bear) the one we used to play together in high school (sms: nini-bear) feels nostalgic haha (sms: nini-bear) wanna come over and play again,,
( txt to: yoongs ) haha( txt to: yoongs ) omg how’d you find something as ancient as that???( txt to: yoongs ) its still weird to have you alive –– deleted ! ( txt to: yoongs ) it’s an invitation i cant decline....
the truth was ugly, but it is a reality that many of the heartbroken have to face every day. he was aware of that, obviously. taehyung has been through a time like this before. it was less difficult back then because he was not given the memories that he had now, therefore having much less knowledge than the taehyung today who knew what happened to anyone and everyone who was not part of the resistance. it hurts to even have to remember the fact that he was one of the only survivors of the apocalypse in the last timeline while everyone else around him were either not even there to begin with or have lost their lives due to the hanged man’s evil doing.
there were many changes, obviously. he remembers the first day of being back in time so clearly because every detail of his new life was so important to him. he remembers finding himself in the same old park that he had gone to before and feeling absolutely confused. even with soonshim by his side and everyone looking as happy as ever, the only way he was able to fully realize that the restoration card had made their wish come true was by how the sky looked brighter than it did in the last few days. it helps that as he looks around where he stood, there seems to be more noise and more color everywhere he looked. it gives him feel a huge wave of relief and emotions, but he didn’t want to let the emotion get to him to the point where his card would look at him with a concerned look in her eyes.
actually, it was at that point of time where he realized there were some changes. when he goes on his phone to check the date, feeling a folded page of paper against the back of his hand that stays in the pocket of his jacket, he notices that today was just a few weeks before he actually got soonshim in the first timeline. to confuse the boy even more, he tries walking back to his original apartment before he notices soonshim tugging on his shoe to let him know he was walking in a wrong direction somewhere. it’s embarrassing having a dog escort you to your home, but he internally thanks his pet for doing so despite the weird looks she gave him while going the other way.
the next surprise is from the moment he approaches the “new” apartment complex, he automatically recognizes this as the apartment complex where he and his brothers lived in the first timeline before he moved out again. as he enters the apartment with a pair of keys in his pocket he wasn’t aware of having before, he looks around the apartment and is spooked out by how everything was exactly the way he remembered about the triplets’ apartment, with a few new messes that were to be cleaned by vinny later. he walks around the hallway, going through each and every room the brothers had, later going into his and seeing a clean, navy blue painted room with his bed unmade with gray bedsheets and plant pots on his desk and windowsill with one potted tree on his carpet floor in between his nightstand and closet. there’s a lamp above his bed and he’s able to turn it on with the light switch next to the door.
the feeling of an actual bed feels so foreign to him, yet so familiar at the same time. the soft texture that he feels against his back makes him never want to ever get up from it ever. he missed this. he missed lying on something soft and comfortable. during the apocalypse, he was either forced to sleep in a sleeping bag or he wouldn’t even sleep at all. of course, he was still curious about what else was there for him to see about this timeline, so his curiosity keeps him from falling asleep on his comfortable bed. it probably wasn’t even cloud comfortable, but it was better than having to sleep with concrete a few centimeters away from his back.
with some time to spare, he decides to take out the folded page that was left in the same pocket with his phone, unfolding it to see what was written on it. as he reads words written with his handwriting on the paper, he feels second-hand embarrassment for the cheesiness put into the letter he held in his hand. it makes him curious as to why he wrote this on paper rather than through text. after all, wouldn’t he have the writer’s lover in his contact list already? just from reading the familiar letter that he had written in the first timeline, he must have the boy on his phone.
using the one and only way to find out, he takes out his cellphone and looks at his contact list where he spots yoongi right away. taehyung felt relieved to see that even though times have changed, he was living in a life where not everything was taken from him. but the moment he taps on their last text conversation, he feels both his face and heart drop the moment he sees texts of a happy conversation fade away.
he wasn’t sure if this was some sort of magical effect on his phone or if there was something wrong with him to be able to see speech bubbles full of joyous memories suddenly vanishing on his screen, but looking at them go away just only makes him desperate to stop it all. however as he clicks away from the chatroom, he still is able to see each message from the other go away, recent messages changing into past ones every few milliseconds until eventually, their conversation is taken off the messages app. he quickly goes back to his contact list to check if the contact name was still there and thankfully, it was. but he discovers it was the only thing left of yoongi that he had on his phone because he finds no pictures in his gallery, instagram, anything.
is this time’s cruel way of showing him reality? that though there were so many positives in this new life, the one that he had anticipated for the most had not shown up?
perhaps this was a wakeup call for him to not to hope for so much.
maybe… this was a punishment for the crimes he had committed.
ironic how a letter full of feelings of love could hurt him now. nonetheless, even as painful as it was, he still keeps it his pocket for some odd reason.
it wasn’t like he expected to run into yoongi again. in fact, ever since that day of realization, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to see him anymore. if he did, then he wouldn’t even know what reaction he would expect. would this timeline’s yoongi refuse to speak like him like in the first timeline? or would it be the opposite? though he did not know the answer, he decides not to expect anything too positive. after all, he’s only seen the happiest expectations dying away because the world was not how he wanted it to be.
to clear his mind, he drives away from his home to explore more of what has or hasn’t changed in busan in the summer of 2016. he’s seen many familiar sights, but he also sees new buildings that have not been there before. taehyung wasn’t really one to compare and contrast his surroundings. he usually only did that when it came to his relationships with other people with how they used to be in the past and how they are today. perhaps now, ricky was interested in the changes of life in general, not just his own.
while taehyung was paying attention to the road, he feels his mind wander off as he sees more buildings go by. perhaps it was because he’s looked at places that have held a special memory in his heart involving the other. as miserable as it seemed, taehyung didn’t mind it much. in fact, he found himself feeling a little happy whenever he thinks of such memories. if anyone who was apart of the resistance knew what kind of thoughts he’s had in his mind, he…. actually, he wouldn’t be able to know. there may be a variety of reactions to what they hear about him. perhaps angry because he is undeserving of such thoughts or pity because they understood him or felt bad.
goodness… taehyung needed a break.
he finds himself driving to his true definition of “home”. rather than it being the house he was raised in, the apartment he had lived in alone for two years, or the apartment where he lives in today, he goes to the last house that he remembers in his memories. this exact building was the holder of precious memories, a house that holds memories of taehyung waking up and falling asleep with someone he loved by his side. it’s a place where he feels safe and comfortable that by the end of each day, he feels relieved just unlocking the door and turning on the light to see nothing out of order and everything feeling familiar all around him. to him, the reason why this was still his home in his heart was because yoongi was there with him and neither of them felt lost or afraid when they lived there. even with their few conflicts or times of confusion, they were there for each other and it was true love. a true, wonderful love.
back then, both of them knew.
but now, only he does and it hurt to remind himself of that.
the moment he arrives right in front of the house, he stops for a while to look at it. the sight of the house makes him feel a wave of nostalgia wash over him. should he even call it that? he was not sure, but he feels a similar feeling the longer he looks at the house. he knew he shouldn’t stay here for too long, nor should he step out of his car to do something with the home. he was sure at this time, the people who lived in this house before the both of them did haven’t thought about moving out yet. he wasn’t even sure if they’ll even want to move out of here, letting any pair or group of people decide to move in.
to keep the memory of a house that was more than it looked in a normal person’s eyes, he takes out his phone and takes a quick picture before stuffing it back it in his pocket and staring back at the house one last time. was this the last time he would see it? he was unsure. would he be able to go back to this house and live there with someone whom he wanted to live with? ha… he was not even sure if that was possible.
and so, he turns his head from the house and drives away, leaving a basket of nonexistent memories for it to keep.
he’s at his porch when he thinks it all over once again. cigarette in between his fingers, he has the rest of the pack and the love letter in one pocket with the lighter in another.
though he knows he should try to focus on this present, words from his “past” continue to haunt him for the last few days that he is unable to get any proper sleep. though, it’s not nightmares like the ones he would get later on after this night. instead, they are memories that he wasn’t sure whether to describe as bitter or sweet. he knows that it was either/or and that it couldn’t be both. no way could he describe it as “bittersweet”. there needed to be one singular way to describe it.
he tells himself not to think about them so much, but it was easier said than done. the only way to avoid them was from having to stay awake, but having nothing to do because he refused to look at his phone and refused to wake up his brothers for any reason at all. it hurt that he couldn’t talk to anyone about what he remembers and what he’s seen. not only will he get weird looks, but he’d probably put the whole world in danger if he runs his mouth. it’s a secret that’s meant to be kept hidden even if it was hard to. taehyung didn’t like restrictions, but he had to respect this one. he had to in order to not let anything go wrong again.
but whenever he thinks of things going wrong, he thinks back to the rookie massacre. he remembers how painful it was to go through everything. he remembers having to see the wax familiar mock him by creating his father and basil before pulling him into hell. but even with such negatives, if it hadn’t been for him falling for his past lover’s waxed out clone, he wouldn’t have saved yoongi from the familiar. it’s where the bitter or sweet memories play a part in taehyung’s situation because though the rookie massacre was such a traumatic event for everyone during the event and everyone from the future, it was how yoongi realized that he loved taehyung. and what other way did he know this but from yoongi telling him that himself?
but now, with the rookie massacre being erased from history for the greater good, yoongi never has a realization about anything. he never realizes that he loves the boy with the red hair. he was never saved by him. he was never in danger. he was safe and sound without the memories that his “hero” has had to this point.
the more taehyung thinks about it, the more guilty he feels. many thoughts run through his head as he thinks about it again and again, but the one that spoke the loudest to him was if he should be grateful that the rookie massacre happened or not. he was fully aware of the negative impact it left on the league and the future because of it and he was unaware that many heroes have lost their lives during that event. but it was the beginning of a relationship and a time of realization for both of them, though mainly for the other. even with such horrible results, it made taehyung realize that yoongi was the one and the more he thinks about it now, the more his heart hurts. who could be grateful for such a traumatic event that eventually leads to an apocalypse that results in having few members of survivors lose their trust and faith in him? who could be grateful to many lives being lost and even more being taken away from innocent people in the future? who could be grateful for chaos? for misery?
he knew the answer to that, but he refused to believe he was such a being. he was a hero. he knew he was one…. he was sure… or was he?
taehyung brings the cigarette back to his lips to inhale from it, later taking it away and exhaling a cloud of smoke that was visible thanks to the dark sky all around him. he sighs to himself as he thinks of the whole situation even more. perhaps, thinking about all of this was pointless. whatever idea will settle in his head, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to talk to him or try putting effort into fulfilling something they’ve only had in the “past”.
if taehyung really was the evil creature that a part of him thought of, he would stay away to protect the boy from getting hurt. even with taehyung’s love for him, he didn’t want to hurt him because of who ricky was slowly becoming. he didn’t want him to be fooled by a “perfect” him.
if it wasn’t for that, then he would keep his distance because he wouldn’t want to hurt himself. he wouldn’t want to stay with yoongi because he knows that if he did, he would be the only one hurting while yoongi wouldn’t be aware of it at all. he wouldn’t know that he was the reason why taehyung was suffering inside and it’d only hurt the boy even more.
dropping the cigarette to the concrete ground, he stomps on it with his shoe before taking out the letter once again to look at what it says. no one is able to see the melancholy in his eyes as he reads each word written in his handwriting once again. no one is around him to see the sadness that swallows him slowly as he stares at the paper until he reads his name at the end. he feels cold as he brings up the lighter, pressing on the button to see a tiny flame appear. he’s seen the tiny flame many times before and they were always used for negative reasons. he’s not sure if this was negative because as he sets the paper on fire, he stares at it feeling relieved but also empty.
he drops it to the floor and watches the white paper tear itself apart as black and brown mar its image until bits of ash and wrinkled paper is what is left over. putting the lighter back in his pocket, he turns away and goes back inside to find the cool breeze of the air conditioner in his home, leaving only a few meaningless thoughts outside of his mind.
( sms: unknown ) oh omg
( sms: unknown ) you may have the wrong number for these texts..
( sms: unknown ) this is min yoongi
( sms: unknown ) i’m a little confused..?? ^^;;
( sms ; moonlight 🌙💕 ) ahh.. you think so? because i’m very sure i don’t have the wrong number. (´･ω･`)
( sms ; moonlight 🌙💕 ) in fact, i believe i’m talking to the right person!! and thank you for confirming with me for that, mister yoongi~ ♪( ´▽｀)
( sms ; moonlight 🌙💕 ) i’ve already introduced myself, but you can call me ducky if you wish to call me something short! (^_−)−☆
( sms ; moonlight 🌙💕 ) my purpose is to make sure you are happy and healthy at all times! think of me as your guardian!! but as a duck! QUACK!! ∧( ‘Θ’ )∧
( sms ; moonlight 🌙💕 ) so with that, i must ask.
( sms ; moonlight 🌙💕 ) how are you doing on this fine day, mister yoongi? （╹◡╹）♡
if he was the same person he was before all of this mess, he wouldn’t exactly find himself here. a coffeeshop like this one wasn’t really the ideal place for him to begin with. if he wanted some coffee, he could easily stop by a starbucks and if he wanted something quick to eat, he’d go to a 7/11. the ricky in the past would never find himself in such a visually pleasing spot like this one. if anything, he wanted to go somewhere quick and quickly get out of there before he loses his patience.
but, certain places have held a place in ricky’s heart since the first timeline. whenever he goes somewhere alone now, he reminisces all the sweet memories that were spent at that exact spot that had been lost. it hurt to know that he and nine other people were the only ones to keep their memories about how sweet life was before the apocalypse and after the rookie massacre, but there was nothing that could’ve been done about it anymore.
so rather than leaving the line and going somewhere else like he would do before, he stays in line, behind the person who probably had the longest order he’s ever heard in a coffee shop. rather than becoming the impatient person he would be in such situations, he looks around from where he stood to take in his surroundings instead. compared to the last time he’s been here with someone, he noticed it was missing a few details. perhaps they would fix that issue in the future, but he wouldn’t know for sure.
it’s a shame that his memories come to an end so suddenly when he spots a familiar face. instead of continuing to look around some more to notice details that were missing, he couldn’t take his eyes off him specifically. he doesn’t know if he feels happiness or the opposite. but one thing’s for sure is that he was here. he was breathing and ricky felt the need to run somewhere.
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did u think i'd let u go without a request for angst,,, u were wrong i want fight (against each other) & mourn too :D :D :D
the joke is on you it’s been 10-11 months and I FINALLY FOUND A WAY TO WRITE THIS HAHA :D :D :D
Fight — I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.
Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours.
tw: death, self hatred ?? (there’s also a scene of someone being killed and a slight mention of ricky getting mad at Big G in the beginning. so if that makes you uncomfortable, please ignore)
taehyung was a person of change.
rather than keeping his hair his natural color, he dyes it to red and is now known for how the color suits him.
rather than staying with his family like he had promised when his father passed away, he leaves his four brothers and his little sister to go live on his own because of a new addition to the family. rather than staying in the brokenhearted state that he was in when he was still hung over basil, he moves on to try and love himself this time (with a blue outfit and a pistol with a sword bayonet attached to it! sweet!)
taehyung didn’t mind changes. in fact, he thinks it’s normal for changes to happen in life. especially if it involves him. he liked getting out of his comfort zone once in awhile to experience it whenever he could. from living alone to living with a dog and a lover and from being cold and distant to being less of that. throughout his whole life, he never thought that changes would be bad and would leave a negative impact on him.
but now, it’s different. everything is painted new here and there. the atmosphere, the city, the life of becoming a magical hero or even living his daily life. everything is not the same and everything is strange. even though he’s one to adapt to anything, he still can’t stop living in the past this time.
he’s not used to it. he’s not used to living in a new shelter surrounded by people he liked, disliked, or barely knew who were apart of the resistance. he’s not used to sleeping on the floor with other people while a few slept on the beds. he’s not used to having soonshim have to sleep by his side since there was no dog beds in the place. he wasn’t used to the lack of electricity or resource. the lack of normal heroes, cards, and living humans still makes him feel uneasy since this living hell began.
but most of all, taehyung wasn’t used to the lack of sleep. he wasn’t used to having to keep his eyes open in hopes of not to do deal with such a haunting sight to replay in his mind. when he was still in love with basil, he was able to sleep because he couldn’t see it. he wasn’t there. he wasn’t there to see basil be killed by a familiar, only to become one himself and get killed by the hands of his own team member. he would wake up sometimes from dreams of basil, sure, but he would be able to go back to sleep again because they never involved bloodshed.
but he was there for yoongi. he was there to save him from the familiar during the rookie massacre. he was there when he eventually fell for the boy and found himself becoming a fool around the younger. he was there to confess his crush on him and to get his feelings returned. for every sweet and passionate moment, for every kiss and bruise that they placed on each other, and for every silly conversation and argument. he was there. he was there for it all, and he was glad.
but as he was there in the moment, holding the weak boy in his arms, he realized then that this wasn’t where he wanted to be. he didn’t want to be holding yoongi’s weak body as his life eventually slips away from him. yoongi was with weak smiles and weak chuckles, tears rolling down his cheek from the physical and mental pain of dying while taehyung had his cries and hopes for yoongi to not have been in the situation that had lead up to this. what was the point of acting so strong at such a difficult time for themselves? taehyung never understood why people had to pretend they weren’t suffering when they were. what was the point of pretending someone is not suffering alone and not reaching out for help?
so many emotions run through his mind and so many things to say that came out as blubbers and pleas for yoongi to not leave. but when yoongi says something, it later dawns on ricky that this would be his lover’s last words before he eventually sees darkness with eyes open, dropping the hand that held the older’s lifelessly. the scream he emits leaves people still. it was as if time had frozen itself. everyone was quiet. no one had gone to him to comfort him as he held the dead boy in his arms.
all that could be heard was the sound of him crying to the sky, showing anger to the creator who his parents have told him to have trust in throughout his whole entire life. he was furious at the father for betraying him when he needed him the most. how could he do this to him? to everyone else? was this a punishment? did they deserve it because of one selfish man’s mistakes?
this day was the day ricky had lost faith in a change that would bring happiness to him. this was the day that ricky swore to himself that when he ever comes across aku, he’d kill the damn wizard no matter how long it could take.
life goes on slowly.
every step in this city, he can only think of each second spent without the other by his side and it hurts. it hurts to walk with other people around him who were also looking for the restoration card with the same pain in their hearts. even with the sun out in the sky, the whole world was colorless and dull, a lack of color and a lack of any sign of brightness. it seemed as if the only optimism they have at this moment is to make it out alive with the small, magical creature by their side.
though that was their main goal, meeting with a familiar face had given them another one that they would be able to accomplish in just a few minutes. ricky watches as other members of the resistance beat the man until he was weak and kneeling on the floor with little to no power. poor kento was told to be restrained by the envy card while all of this was going on, watching his lover be hurt by the other members until he was unable to fight back.
it then comes to the final decision: who was to kill lee taeyong, the man who caused this apocalypse in the first place? though there was no final decision, it seemed as if people had the same expectation as that man did. but it wasn’t confirmed until he looks over at taehyung.
“what about that one?” he asks. “he’s wanted me dead from the beginning.”
he freezes up when asked the question, feeling conflicted over the current situation that was laid upon him. despite their history of arguments and fights, kim taehyung had no ability to kill the pitiful man in front of him. he could kill cards and familiars, but he couldn’t kill another hero or a human being. it went against his morals, even if it was in a dire situation. no matter what situation taehyung was put in, he could not bring himself to take the life of a human despite his hatred for them. especially if that person was lee taeyong himself.
he couldn’t kill him. no matter what power he had in him, he couldn’t kill this man.
he notices the other members eyes and he has no choice but to turn away from them all, refusing to look at just the man who only asked for death from him. no words and sounds escape from him, but he was sure it leaves an answer for the other members.
“i’ll do it.”
quickly turning back to see who the voice had belonged to, the blanket of guilt automatically covers him up as he sees jongin walk up to taeyong. he didn’t have to look up at anyone to know that people were shocked when they heard this. to hear that a man would be willing to take a life of a close friend was absolutely tragic. in fact, ricky thought it would be impossible for someone like him to do something like this. but with what he’s seen lately ever since the apocalypse had begun, he feels as if he shouldn’t be surprised any longer.
he pays attention as he watches the other magical hero stand in front of his friend, weapon in his hand. and though he wanted to run away from the scene, he couldn’t and he was forced to watch it all. the horror of what his silence and cowardly actions could do to the people around him. they tell him he doesn’t have to, trying to convince him to think through this decision. but it felt like he had made his decision very clear the moment he raises his weapon at him.
“ken- ken don’t loo-”
but his words are interrupted as jongin stabs taeyong in the chest and ricky couldn’t even find the strength to look away. but then again, where was his strength to begin with? if he couldn’t kill taeyong in the first place, it’d make sense for him to have no strength to run away from it.
he knew he’d had to learn lessons the hard way in life. but this wasn’t a lesson. this was karma.
maybe it would’ve hurt less if he was the one to do it. maybe things would have been more different and he wouldn’t have to hear kana shouting at jongin to stop. the sight of jongin just continuing to desperately end the boy’s life so that he could get it over with made him feel so guilty. but he couldn’t turn back time to a few minutes ago. even if he did, they’d still be suffering….
but not like this.
the sound of a body falling helplessly to the ground has never sounded louder until ricky realizes that he could hear it over the cries. the next thing he hears are footsteps and he sees himself getting closer and closer to the other. but before he could get his attention, the other shoves him away.
he has it all in his head, surrounded by a mix of emotions that were all over the place. “jongin,” he begins, “jongin i’m so sorry i didn’t…” he hesitates, but he desperately continues. “i’m…”
he tries to continue, but he wasn’t able to. “don’t.”
it’s funny how one word could end his train of thought and his ability to feel any mix of emotions. there was no longer just disappointment with sadness and guilt. but ricky wasn’t able to know what the feeling was until jongin speaks again.
“don’t talk to me.”
completely hopeless.
“can you feel my pain from up there?”
a question in the form of a whisper leaves his lips on another sleepless night as he stares at the full moon that hid behind clouds. he does this when he’s sure everyone, including soonshim, in this building was resting. he’s sure that people would look at him oddly and think about putting him in the prison to make sure he had a pure soul (he did, by the way).
people don’t usually talk to the moon. in fact, taehyung himself has never done it in his life until after yoongi’s death. back then, they both had a conversation about how one would be the sun to the other’s moon, with taehyung somehow being called sunshine and yoongi being called moonbeam.
that’s why he’s here, sitting by the windowsill instead of lying on the floor with his dog to fall asleep.
he laughs to himself. “do you think i’m an idiot for sitting here and talking to you like this?” he asks the moon. “what if this never even gets to you? whenever i do this, do you ever hear me calling?”
the silence pains him, but it wasn’t like he didn’t expect it.
“i’ve lost so many things in just a few months,” he says, laughing softly at himself before he continues on. “my family, home, so many friends, the lives i could’ve saved when i had the chance, and you… dammit. i’ve disappointed so many people. i let so many rookies die when gyu trusted me to be the leader of his damn team. i had to get jongin to kill taeyong because i was too weak to do it myself, and now he won’t even talk to me. even after i’ve become a ‘better’ person, i still manage to disappoint the people around me because of my stupid actions of doing fucking nothing for anyone but myself.”
he looks up at the moon again, closing his eyes to let the tears in them fall down. he opens his eyes again and smiles at the moon above him. “do you pity me, yoongi?” his voice breaks. “are you disappointed in me as well? for being so weak when you expected me to be stronger? you thought so highly of me and i don’t know why i fucking believed you. here i am, proving everything you say about me wrong. you’re too damn kind, it fucking irritates me. somehow you chose me expecting success, but here you have a failure.”
he takes a second to take a deep breathe before he finishes his silent rant. “you should’ve continued to hate me,” he says. “you should’ve continued to not get involved with me. you should’ve loved someone instead of someone like me. maybe you would still be alive because he saved you instead of letting you die like i did. you deserve an actual hero rather than a poor excuse of one, min yoongi. you goddamn idiot.”
he looks away from the moon and goes back to where he was to sleep. soonshim wasn’t awake to notice he had come back or his tears as they wet his pillow. but after minutes of him crying to himself silently as he feels sorrow and heartbreak, he was able to eventually falls asleep and see nothing but pitch black.
“have you decided your wish?” yuuko asks the resistance, now with less members than when they had witnessed taeyong’s death. lucky enough for him, he and soonshim were still survivors along with a few of his other friends. sure, he didn’t deserve it, but he’s still here in the end because of whatever lord knows.
they all have thought of their wish carefully. suggestions such as “the hanged man dies” and “the hanged man ceases to exist in history” were included in their discussion, but they all had realized that both wishes could not work as they wouldn’t do good with what they needed. however, one idea came to mind and after a mutual agreement, they turn back to the witch prepared.
“we wish that the rookie massacre had never happened.”
aware of the consequences of this wish, taehyung was prepared for what the restoration card could do once it was granted. whether it’d bring them back in time with the memories of the events that happened after the massacre in their heads only, he would be fine with it. if it meant that yoongi would have no memory of being taehyung’s boyfriend or when he realized he was still into him, as sad as it may sound, he would be okay. if it meant that yoongi would want to be far away from him as possible and the two would keep getting in ridiculous arguments over their mistakes in the past, he would accept it regardless. yoongi being alive and hating taehyung’s guts was worth more than yoongi dying with love for him. nothing mattered to him except for seeing him smiling for any other reason but him at this point.
he prays that this wish would work. he prays that the people in the resistance would become as happy as him once they go back in time to see their friends living and breathing again. even with the painful memories that will replay in their minds and hearts. he hopes they all will focus on the new reality rather than this cruel one. perhaps, this time, everyone can get a happy ending or another chance.
nightmare —write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.
murder —write my character killing yours or vice versa
in the milky way, the sun is not much of a magnificent star. it is not as bright, nor is it as spectacular as most stars that could burst and turn into a beautiful supernova. there were many stars that were smaller and could live longer than the sun, but also many that were bigger that could die when the sun only gets a bit older. if anyone were to compare it to stars like pollux or betelgeuse, then they would realize that the sun is not as great as it seems.
still, many humans admire it to this day. after all, their planet and many others revolve around it. the sun brings them light and it is the only star that is big enough for them to see. its warm rays let people know they are loved in subtle way and its light guides others to know where to be while also aiding plants to grow. when it comes to earth, the sun has good intentions. if nature was the earth’s mother, the sun would be the kind and loving inventor.
but if anyone were to try and embrace it back, they were to burn. they would combust and disappear for such a careless mistake on their part. they were even advised to not do something so careless, but their foolish minds would still try. that was why icarus had died, after all. many people say he fell in love and tried to reach for the sun, only to fall deeper and deeper in the icarian sea.
perhaps that is why he wanted to keep people at a distance.
he didn’t want anyone to be hurt by him.
(tw: death under cut. read with caution.)
he is in his true form.
he had seen his fair share of such beasts before. he had seen basil as one and many heroes from the apocalypse become their own true form as well. though he had tried to keep it a secret to the league for so long, eager to keep his signature magic, he was aware of the darkness that was growing in him because of his despair and worry in his heart.
in this form, he has no memory of how he became this or anything from before. he does not remember the nightmares, the unexpected morbid fascination, or the hallucinations. he does not remember the migraines, blue rashes, or the feeling of bugs under and on his skin. he does not remember looking into the mirror and not even showing reaction to his unhealthy appearance. there are no names in his head. no familiar faces or significant relationships. all he feels is power and hunger. a hunger for destruction.
he was close to nonhuman. rather than being a hero, he was now a villain. there was no way someone could apply kim taehyung and ricky to this gigantic, red familiar. looking down at the heroes that have entered his realm with the intention to attack him, he only raises his hands to send dangerous flares to bring them pain, the intention to killing them as they circle around him.
as he continues to try to destroy them with delight that did not show on his face, the familiar suddenly hears a faint voice at the back of his head saying something he was unable to make out. he chooses to ignore it and he continues trying to destroy the heroes in front of him.
“TAEHYUNG!” the voice screams out then, pain very clear in the tone. instead of stopping to find the source of it, the flaring familiar only screams in pain and sends out a strong gust of wind, knocking the others down, but not completely off of where they stood.
“it’s working!” one voice says in excitement, continuing to hurt the monster’s head. “he heard you!”
“keep on going, yoongi!” another voice screams aloud, making him only wail in pain some more.
“s̵h̵u̸t̴ ̸u̴p̷,̴,” the monster thinks to himself internally. ̴”s̶h̴u̵t̶ ̸u̷p̶.̶ ̷”
the first voice continues to shout more words at the monster. random things about how he wants to help him with his pain and how he understood that the boy was so lonely in his thoughts and no one was there to help because he didn’t want to burden them. he mentions how it was bad to leave his burdens aside only to let them pile up more and more to have a result like this.
the monster continues to show anguish at the sounds that only gave him a headache. he tried to silence him by sending out more flares, but the yelling doesn’t stop there.
it hurts that the human does not know what the familiar was thinking, because he continues to speak. he names random people that only make it more painful for the monster to hear before eventually mentioning his own. he continues to go on and on in the hurt voice of his and it makes the monster realize that this was his third strike.
the familiar screams before he reaches out to the rock that the boy stood on and grabbed him, holding his small body in his broiling fist. he tightened his grasp on the body, not only attempting to squeeze the life out of him, but also attempting to burn him alive from the inside and out.
he was right, though. taehyung would never do this to poor min yoongi, a boy he would do absolutely anything for. he did not only mean the whole world to him, but he meant the whole galaxy. he is not only a lover, but also his best friend and possibly his supporter. while taehyung tries to make himself into a better person, yoongi is there by his side to support and help him. he’s never met a boy who loved him for the way he is. whether he was stubborn, silly, or even emotional, yoongi never left him. even now, yoongi was standing there for him. to save him.
but taehyung could no longer be saved. in this timeline, he forgets to help himself. he forgets to treat himself right and become a better person. he does not turn into the cold-hearted man that people once knew him as, but he becomes more gloomy. the light in his eyes only get dimmer and the smile on his face refuses to show. the hero of the sun was slowly losing his light and what was worse about it was that he was the only one who knew. he did not reach out to anyone as the darkness in his heart was killing him from the inside.
just in a few seconds, the monster feels all leftover strength and movement in his body come to an end and he drops the boy where he is never to be seen again. the darkness finally kills his humanity inside of him and leaves him as a red giant. he looks at the other heroes who stood in front of him, hearing a yell from one ball around him and he looks over at it and shows them the monster’s blinding square smile that only looked sinister even from a distance.
the boy awakens from his slumber in a panic, his heart racing and his eyes wide as he feels sweat on his forehead and down his neck. he takes pants as he takes his hand and puts it on his chest, trying to feel his heart beat rapidly against his chest. he feels that if it took more tries, it’d be able to get out. he tries to control his breathing by taking deep breathes and closing his eyes, repeating the same thoughts in his head.
you are human. you are a hero. you are kim taehyung, also known as ricky. you are a special class hero. you have friends and family. you are not evil. you are not evil.
he hears a low groan next to him and he quickly opens his eyes and turns over to look at a sleepy yoongi, who seemed to have awoken from taehyung’s antics.
“ugh… what the hell is your problem?” he says in a low and quiet voice. “you woke me up, you asshole.”
just from hearing his voice, taehyung feels a familiar wave of relief wash over him once again. but the next thing he does after that surprises him a little bit as he takes yoongi and holds him close, closing any space that was in between them before.
“what the-”
“just-” he pauses, trying to think of an excuse to why he was doing this. he couldn’t explain his nightmare, of course. after all, yoongi died in it. “just stay still, okay? don’t let me go.” he hugs him a bit more tighter. “please.”
it takes seconds of silence, probably with yoongi being confused or worried. but whatever it was, the response that taehyung hears is able to ease his heart some more.
