lowercase warning ! thats just how i like to write ha
(badboy, toxic) kim taehyung x reader
I’ll whisk away your heart sigh and bury it in mine
through the fall the lone dilemma at gloom was the murkiness, some nightfalls even the stars had been buried behind a barrier of foreboding steams. as they wavered on toward winter those nights drew high, restless to appear, reluctant to pass. no longer could they slumber in the open with slim attire for cover & each other for warmth. the midnights were as ferocious as a dip in the chilled lagoons would be, taking their physique heat until their lips blued and teeth chattered.
it was frigid inside too, at least for the inexperienced. there was bodies ubiquitously moving to a alto further boisterous no one could realize if they were still respiring. the ambience was turmoil, except to her it was too crisp. goosebumps ensued across pale skin, her frame being regard to slant what felt like a rail- a bitter one. that is all it was cold, cold, cold. warmth was needed, but it was beyond the flooring offering it to another who did not seek for it sincerely.
she scrutinized as the dissimilar vitality collected the acquainted glow once existed to her & she could not help to welcome the void within. how embarrassing. the creamy skin shuddered, squirmed– being notified of what could have been affected by yet was not. even if it has dispirit by the scene solely, she understood it should not have. it was not her blunder, not that current acquaintance either; it was those eyes.
those sable, mischief eyes that could snap anyone if it needed to- inclining the ones who did not require anything to do with him initially.
but taehyung always wins.
accompanying a cope exhale the primary term undergraduate knew where this was all directed. not astonishing but consternating. establishing down a partial suffused intoxicated liquid, onyx platforms traipsed anent the back to infuse; the bracing breeze outdoors wanting to be perceived somehow. though the aspiration was seized away, not given rather granted among robust arms that encircled around a precise angular midriff. they grasped the track for sure & formerly it did not appear right to have an additional warmth squashed behind in a frenzied contact.
“where are you running off to?” the mundane low speech toned too adjacent to her ear enough to detect how intact his eupnea really is. she hated it. so she depressed off letting the scope between them conceive distance before the warmth could get tenacious, something that could be lead to atrocious outcomes. “we didn’t get to spend time together,”
that was false, very plausible off those fuchsia lips that could deceive even a assassin if they were to propose a knife to bayonet at his soul. they could never. “you seemed busy as usual,” she claimed finely, her statement being delicate most moments. others would take advantage of how feeble it reflected even when the call was paired with inhospitable eyes. “and so you’re mad now?” he challenges, this point beholding at the shorter appearance draped too graceful for a evening like this. it was not like he would let her notice the acknowledgement of this– he was not that fellow.
she became muted at his counter, taking the while to analyze his structured facial characteristics to ponder where did it get misguided? the pale-skinned was a pleasant junior, a excellent daughter, a reliable ally, and her conscious was attentive to the crisis of being dear to someone that manifested a peril to be over. it was a clash back & forth to conclude whether someone can be worth it– be so valued in trying to stance by. however tonight sounded coherent now. existing there to review & to think she even doubted, what the hell am i doing?
what was she pertaining when they finished up in the restroom, back pressured a contrary to the tile block; his frame cornering over her own amidst lips dividing smoke to thaw up. she situated dutifully too, legs extended out while he repleted in the gaps to provoke with his agile face convenient to peck her if he longed to. glooms like this was justifying to him that he would succeed every time except when would it be her turn? when it would be secure to convey the play was all over?
“i hate you,” was the diminutive girl’s remark, her puny language paralleling off in his ears to hook. he naturally scanned at her from his side, ebon orbs surfacing to gleam con the blurred luminescence the restroom gave. & so he streamed out mist to swirl among those lips, interpretation never to be disclosed.
“no,” taehyung breathed out from the cigar, “you need me,”
her nose twitched, “out of everyone on this rotten planet, i need you?”
“you’re too good for this world, thats why.” he cuts it off, head tilting to likely taunt. “everyone else is shit, but you- you’re good.” his features prefer an inch near as his altercation immersed within her larynx to pay. “get it? when you’re the only good thing to stand between everyone else who’s shit, who do you think you’re going to end up with? a shitty person my dear,"
he ogled at her further after the uttered dispute & there it was- that virtuous aspect resolved on that oval-shaped exterior. she perched serenely on the raw bottom, peering back at him aware of it all over again; the heartsigh. ”can you just lie to me then?“
“just lie to me. about anything okay?”
added draft of fume, he seemed unexpectedly troubled at her offer. at this mark he could have speculated that he had her all estimated out yet it did not imply from the moment he confronted the exhaustion on her lovely face–perhaps the way her gaunt shoulders began to slump or the way her mascara was definitely smudging under those before blazing, bulbous eyes. the vision alone was plenty for him to compute out that the youthful one surely was not in the mood. the game felt exacting & he realized he was going to be the only one remaining.
& at two am he was the one holding his gulp.
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