Can I plzzzzzz killl every bts hater pleasee pleaseee im seeing so much discourse about the new album like omfg there is worse out there you will survive and itβs not even that bad.. sureeeee I might be biased and my Airbuds MAY look like THIS
But the album was soooo peak and such a good mixture of old bts and new bts.. even my friend who doesnβt even listen to kpop absolutely adored it and even bought the albumβ¦
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Pairing: Demon!Taehyung Γ Reincarnated!Reader
Genre: Supernatural | Angst | Forbidden Love | Slow Burn | Gothic Romance
Tone: Lush, lyrical, tragic, haunting
Warnings: Emotional trauma, death in past life, religious themes, implied violence, obsession, possible smut later
Hell was never fire, not really.
It was silence. Obedience. A place without touch, without time, without mercy.
Kim Taehyung was born of that silence. Forged in the quiet between screams. Molded by the unspoken laws that governed the underworld long before the first humans ever cried out for heaven. He knew order. He knew duty. And he followed every command with blade-sharp precision.
Observe the mortals. Study them. Learn their sins. Do not interfere. Do not feel. Do not fall.
He was sent to Earth like a shadow, a phantom moving through centuries unnoticed. He watched cities rise from the dirt and crumble back into dust. He recorded bloodlines and betrayals, listened to deathbed confessions, watched lovers die with each otherβs names on their tongues. But he never flinched. Never spoke. Never mourned.
Until he met her.
She wasnβt extraordinary, not by heavenβs standards. But her smile cracked something ancient inside him.
She worked in a tailorβs shop on the edge of a forgotten street, with needle-pricked fingers and stardust in her laugh. She hummed when she sewed. She talked to herself when no one was listening. She looked at him, really looked at him, and saw something no one ever had before: not a demon, not a specter, but a man who was lonely.
Taehyung told himself it was curiosity. Nothing more. He let her speak to him. He allowed himself to linger, just a little. To answer, once or twice.
And then came the poetry. The songs. The secret meetings beneath flickering lamplight. The first time her fingers brushed his, and he didnβt pull away.
He didnβt notice when it started. Only that it became impossible to stop.
She taught him softness. He gave her everything he wasnβt supposed to have, his voice, his thoughts, the slow-burning ache of his devotion. And in return, she gave him a name for the feeling clawing through his chest: love.
She loved him. He wouldβve burned the world for her.
He nearly did.
It was a winter night when it happened.
She had waited for him in the alley behind the shop. The same place they always met. But something was wrong, the shadows too sharp, the air too still. He should have sensed them. The men with blades. The cold glint of intent.
By the time he got to her, it was too late.
Blood soaked her dress, blooming like a flower over her ribs. Her lips were trembling. Her eyes still found him.
She smiled. βYouβre here,β she breathed. He dropped to his knees, gathered her in his arms. His hands wouldnβt stop shaking.
βNo, no, donβt do this,β he begged. βStay with me. Please.β
She coughed, blood flecking her lips. But her hand, God, her small, shaking hand, lifted to his face. βDonβt grieve,β she whispered. βDonβt stop. Just... live.β And then she was gone.
The scream he let out cracked the sky. When Lucifer came, it wasnβt with fire, but silence. He looked down at the broken demon, his favorite, the one who had once been cold and sharp and unshakeable. βYou were warned,β the Morning Star said. βAnd now you are broken. You loved. You lost. And for that, you will suffer.β
Taehyung didnβt resist. He knelt beside her corpse, wings unfurled and trembling.
βKill me,β he whispered. βLet me go with her.β Luciferβs eyes darkened. βNo. You donβt get to die. You get to remember.β
And with a snap of his fingers, Taehyungβs wings were torn from him. He didnβt scream. Not even when they branded exile into his skin.
βThirty-five years,β Lucifer decreed. βYou will walk among them. Mourn her. Watch the world spin without her. Let time strip you bare.β
And so he fell again. He watched her funeral from a distance. The world blurry, the wind cold. His coat wasnβt warm enough. His heart, if he had one, wasnβt beating.
They buried her with the ribbon he gave her. The one she used to tie her hair when she danced.
He didnβt cry. Couldnβt. But before he turned away, he whispered to the earth, to her, to the void that would now be his only companion:
βIβll find you again.β And the world kept turning. He didnβt.
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