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golden lotus I — kth

Plot: Refusing and underestimating a warning from Time can have its prices. One God pays the worst of it.  Pairing(s): God!Taehyung x Goddess!OC (Name: Angel)  Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+ Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series Word Count: 6.9k  Genre: Romance Fantasy | Gods & Goddesses  Tags & Warnings: sexual content, violence, jealousy, obsession (not from main couple), character death (temporary)  Authors Note: I was reading through some old headcanons I answered on this account and it made me really happy how much people enjoyed this series. I know I tried to make it such a point to have this as an original story but reading this back, I love the characters made from the original and reading those headcanon just...really warmed my heart I don’t know how to explain it. Hope you like this surprise if you enjoyed the series and I appreciate you all so much, thank you for the support! 

A great tragedy will befall your kingdom were not the words a ruler wanted to hear on a beautiful, calm morning in the throne room. Unfortunately that was the fate Taehyung had to deal with when he claimed rule over the Gods and world below them. Every week the God of Time, Tempus walked into the halls of the sky palace to tell him how the future looked and what he could do about it.

What could he do about it?

Nothing.

The trick was Tempus spewed all these predictions to the high status of Gods but never really told them exactly what to do when the time came. His knowledge simply was to be noted and they would wait for the inevitable.

However Taehyung personally liked one prediction he was given when his father was still on the throne. Flowers and the beauty of life will be granted in your arms one day. With her gentle companionship, you both will rule the kingdoms above, at the center and in the depths forever.

The Nature Mother sprouted a young goddess soon after the prediction occurred. When her naked body landed on the soils, there grew a beautiful field of golden bride blossoms. A sign of life, love and prosperity. Goddess of Creation.

Taehyung looked down at the gold band around his ring finger with a small smile gracing his lips.

The God of Time was accurate at times but this recent prediction seemed too far-fetched to be believable.

“What kind of great tragedy?” Taehyung humored Tempus for a few moments.

However the God was not pleased with the lack of seriousness in Taehyung’s expression. “If you trust those close to you far too blindly…darkness will fall upon your life and the fate of our kingdom.” Tempus announced, letting it echo in the deep brown walls of the palace back into the Great Protectors’ eardrums.

Taehyung flickered his eyes over to Jimin standing on the side of the throne room with a concerned expression on his face. “See, now you’ve worried my Inger.” He gestured towards the male. “Can you at least be specific? If the situation is truly dire then I can’t run on riddles.”

Tempus sighed, features hardening in exasperation. “I can only give you so much. Time is unpredictable even for a God.”

“Well then tell Time that I need a better explanation than that before I start interrogating the people I trust most.” Taehyung leaned forward on his throne. “It’s a very bold claim, Tempus. You must understand I can’t just act on it.” He tried to speak in a more reasonable tone for the God even though it didn’t look like he was convinced.

“Then tread carefully.” Tempus tightened his jaw. “That’s all I can say.” He turned on his heel, black feathered cloak trailing on the floor behind him as the Inger guards escorted him out of the throne room.

When the double doors thud close, Taehyung relaxed back against his throne with an exhausted sigh, rubbing his face to calm himself down.

“Don’t worry too much about him.” Jimin’s voice fluttered through the room, lightly breaking the tension as he walked up to the stairs closer to his throne. Wavy blue hair hovering over his left eye when he reached out to touch his shoulder. “He likes being dramatic sometimes.”

Taehyung sighed. “He’s always dramatic. But he’s also always right.”

“Not always.” He shook his head.

“How do you mean?”

“His predictions can be inaccurate. He predicted that you would rule the kingdoms above, at the center and in the depths. But Namjoon rules the depths.” Jimin smiled, squeezing his shoulder gently to provide more comfort. He hated it when people stressed his King out far too much, the way his lips curled downwards and his features hardened. “He said your father was going to die from your hand but he ended up jumping into the Underworld’s fire out of his own madness.”

“He really was fucking mad, wasn’t he?” Taehyung scoffed. Memories flooded of how he had to hide Angel from his fathers’ wandering ambitions for a year until he gained the satisfaction to see him burning in the Underworld. Even Gods cannot escape Death. He still remembered Namjoon’s eerie words haunting him a little to this day.

Jimin smiled in response, glancing around the throne room before looking back at him again. “I think we’re done with the meetings. Go rest, I’ll tidy everything up here for you.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but feel his body loosening into relaxation hearing his words. It felt nice to be able to relinquish himself for a moment and let someone else take care of things. There were moments at the back of his mind where he wished that moment could last longer to the point where he never had to enter this throne room again. But he knew his replacements were not exactly good for the world. Enslavement, blind devotion and some even suggested mass destruction to rebuild a more ‘perfect’ world. It was too risky. The second he flails his power away to someone else, he signs a death wish for all of humanity.

“Thank you, Jimin.” He sat up from the throne patting Jimin’s shoulder gently before making his way out of the throne room. His mind set on only one location.

-

“Tonitrua wept as he held his love, Niji in his arms. Stilled by the call of the Underworld Nymphs. He watched them carry her soul away…saw the tears rolling down her cheeks as she smiled. Then she vanished. Leaving the God holding a lifeless shell that used to be the woman he promised to marry.” Angel left a small silence with that solemn note watching the Ingar children with her bright eyes widened and jaw dropped. Eventually a smile tugged at her lips as she reached to brush one of the Ingars’ fringe so it wouldn’t tickle their eyes.

“The heavens cries rained down on the earth.” She waved her hand and a grey cloud formed over the children, lightning striking with rain rushing down. However the water only lightly sprinkled on them earning tiny, adorable laughter to spread through the group. “Tonitrua beat on his drum as loud as he could muster and it rippled across the skies.” At Angels’ words, a distant thud echoed in the makeshift storm she created, trying not to make it too loud for their sensitive ears. “He beat the drum all night long praying his love could hear him. The world could hear his grief and pray for his mercy not to shatter the skies.”

“Ton-tua is thunder!” One of the female Ingars squeaked causing Angel giggled.

“Tonitrua…and yes, he became the brewer of thunder.” The storm over the Ingar’s head now faded back into the beautiful day light of the palace gardens. “As the Titans ceased their grieving, the Nature Mother blessed the earth by kissing the Sun God Solis’ forehead. Together they formed colours…the very colours that manifest all the hues of our world.” With another wave of her hand, a burst of bright colours reflected around them, rainbow shining on their young skin.

Angel giggled seeing one of the infant Ingar’s screeching in excitement at the rainbow reflection on the mat they were sitting on.

“What happened to Tonitrua’s love?” Another older Ingar inquired.

“She would always follow him wherever he went.” Angel grinned. “Niji means rainbow.”

A series of light gasps and smiles spread across the group causing a warmth in her heart.

“Alright, children, let the Queen rest now.” One of the Ingar caretakers announced to the whole group guiding all the little children back to their homes while the infants were gently carried out.

Angel waved at the toddlers saying bye to her before removing the rainbow reflections. She rested back against the peach blossom tree bark with a sigh, letting the subtle sweet scent grace her nostrils and calm her body.

“Do I get a story too?”

The familiar deep, chocolate voice coaxed a smile to stretch across her pink tinted lips. Angel felt his soft fingers brush against her cheek when she looked up to find Taehyung looking down at her. She held onto his hand and placed a gentle kiss on his skin before he moved to sit down in front of her.

Taehyung sighed in relaxation being able to admire his wife’s face rather than any more complaining Gods who had far too much time on their hands.

“Maybe later. My throat aches.” Angel murmured. “You look tired.”

“Happens when you need to listen to every whiny complaint from people with powers beyond humans.” He shifted so his head could rest on her lap. Warmth seeped through his veins capturing her scent and filling his lungs with the ultimate comfort. It almost felt selfish how good he felt with her presence. Almost as if he didn’t deserve being so close to her.

Angel raked her fingers through his raven locks, caressing small circles on his forehead to soothe his exhaustion. “It’s lovely that you listen to them though.” She brought her other hand to trail down his nose to his lips.

Taehyung placed her fingers in between his twin flesh smirking at how she giggled. “I only listen because someone convinced me to be more attentive.”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” She tapped his lips three times. “You’re the most loved Ruler of the Gods we know.”

“It was only possible with the most beautiful Goddess by my side.” Taehyung held her hand and kissed the inside of her palm. He lifted up again, placing his arm on each side of her body while she was pinned to the tree and took her lips against his own. A low hum emitted in his throat as one of his hands began sneaking up her long light pink dress.

“Ah, don’t.” Angel giggled into the kiss, lightly pushing his hand away despite the tingles that shot through her body when his warm fingers touched her skin.

“Come on, just a quick one.” Taehyung breathed out, sneaking his tongue between her teeth.

“Tae—” She chuckled pressing a hand against his chest. “There’s people here.”

The God managed to whine a little as he moved to nudge his nose on her jawline, taking in more of her scent so he could never forget. “Our bedroom then…” Taehyung cupped her cheek, gaze darkening as he forced himself not to pounce on her right there and then. “No one needs us right now.”

Angel bit down her bottom lip feeling a light tingle pooling between her legs. “We should be quick.” She whispered. “Before someone sees us.”

-

The absolute best parts of his day and night. Taehyung would give up all his nights’ sleep just to be perched between Angel’s legs, her warm sodden walls hugging his stiff length as he moved in and out of her. Palms pressed against the back of her thighs, so deliciously thick that his whole hand couldn’t reach the width.

Long auburn hair matted to her temples, the flowers in her hair still stuck to her strands as they splayed out on the pillow. Smudged pink lips parting to spew the most beautiful moans as Taehyung stretched her out, thrusting in so deep his tip hit the soft walls of her cervix. Glazed eyes fixated on his as a smile graced her features.

Taehyung hooked her thighs over his arm, increasing his pace with a grunt in his throat. Her walls fluttered at the constant impact, the sound of skin slapping echoing across the grand chambers mixing in with Angel’s shaky moans.

“I-I love you..” She whispered, watching him through hooded lids.

His body loosened and tingled at her words. Taehyung let go of her thighs, leaning in closer as his elbows rested on each side of her body, hips grinding against her. He gripped at her soft hair, sweat glazed forehead against hers. “I love you too…” He breathed out.

The coil tightening in her lower belly reached uncontrollable heights giving him a tender kiss. Heat burst through her body erupting a choked cry of pleasure from her as she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. Arms hooked under his shoulders as the shots of pleasure overwhelmed her trembling body.

“That’s it.” Taehyung whispered in her ear, feeling a tightness in his own belly as her walls clenched and pulsed around his member. “My sweetheart.” He pulled out of Angel almost completely before thrusting back into her until every inch disappeared inside her heat. “My precious.” The tightness sprung as he spilled inside his love, hips stilling and a light moan under his breath.

Angel hummed in delight feeling his warm release spilling deep inside her. She lazily smiled down as her heat swallowed him in further as her hand moved to caress her fullness. “Feel better?”

Taehyung chuckled breathlessly, kissing her hungrily. “So much better.” Pulling out of her carefully, he dropped next to her with his chest still rising and falling.

Once the couple calmed their relentless heaving, Angel turned to Taehyung with a question playing on her mind. “I noticed Tempus was on the list of your advising. What did he want to talk about?” She brought the wet cloth from the night stand cleaned off the excess between her legs gently, tiny flowers falling down from her curls.

The God replied with a scoff mindlessly playing with her hair. “What he always wants to talk about. Today he said something about a great darkness befalling our kingdom.”

Angel blinked slowly looking over her shoulder. She moved to face him now cleaning him off carefully before placing it back on the night stand. “He’s never said that before.”

“He’s said a lot of things.”

“Did he specify anything?” Angel propped herself on her elbow while her fingers traced his left breast.

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly avoiding her gaze knowing he would find concern in them anyway. “Something about not trusting people too blindly.”

“It’s not a far fetched prophecy.”

“It’s incredibly vague, I can’t act on it.”

“But—” She stammered. “I don’t think you should ignore it either.”

“Worse comes to worse, Jungkook probably wants to overthrow me.” Taehyung gave a mocking scoff to the thought. God of Indulgence always loved spewing the idea of claiming the throne and ruling the worlds better than he or his father ever could. “There’s always going to be enemies and darkness trying to taunt our kingdom. I can’t get paranoid.”

“You also can’t be far too loose either.”

“I am not loose. I just think it’s silly to act on vague prophecies.”

“Tempus’ prophecies have always come true, Taehyung.”

“And what good has happened when I listened to those prophecies, hm?” It was an impulsive choice of words. Taehyung knew there was one prediction that brought so much good in this world, in his world. Though his words had already reached her ears and seeped into her mind before he could catch them back.

“I suppose not.” Angel rested back against the pillow ignoring the light squeeze in her chest. “But they do come true.” She sighed.

“It’s my decision to make whether I will demonize the ones I trust most.” Taehyung gulped down. “My decision alone.”

Angel smiled faintly before nodding. “Of course.”

Taehyung tried to take a breath to say something else. To reassure her that Tempus was right about one thing. But somehow it felt the moment passed and his tongue clipped hoping it wouldn’t cause a bigger problem between them. So he turned on his side, back facing the woman as he felt a tightness in the middle of his ribcages.

Biting down her bottom lip watching him face away from her, she leaned in and kissed his glistening shoulder causing Taehyung’s heart to drop. Angel turned on her side leaving the room in a slightly tense silence mixing in with their previous act of intimacy.

-

A gloomy, grey afternoon set upon the center world as Taehyung walked to the throne room for his usual routine of listening to troubles that were far too miniscule for him to take seriously. Except one still lingered on his mind. Eyes wandered across the halls of the palace just in front of the throne room and he stopped at one figure.

The couple had not properly spoken about yesterday but it seemed the tension had passed by morning. He saw Angel look over her shoulder and catch his gaze. His heart fluttered seeing a smile directed his way which he returned. Perhaps a silent way to reassure one another that all was well even though he could feel Tonitrua’s drum beating under his feet.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Jungkook’s enamored voice broke through his thoughts.

“Watch it.” He seethed.

“Fuck you.” The younger male walked past him to enter the throne room first.

Taehyung sighed sadly seeing Angel walk away with the Goddess of Souls, Belle following her into the palace gardens. He moved into the dark throne room then as the guards closed it behind him. “What’re you doing here anyway?”

Jungkook had raven hair just like him, shorter just under his brow and parted. His eyes shone a shade of amber and hazel mixed together that Taehyung could never decipher nor bother to ask. He always had a permanent smirk on his face like he was ready to kill or have sex with anyone in sight. “Thought I might accompany you with the advising. Jimin said he was sick so he asked me.”

“The man who wants to enslave humankind does a favor for an Ingar.” Taehyung scoffed making his way to his throne. “Is Namjoon playing illusions on me?”

“Jimin is nice. Who knows if I keep doing favors he might just swear loyalty to me one day?” There was that smirk again. The one Jungkook showed whenever he could tell he stroke a nerve with Taehyung.

“I should’ve let Seokjin drown you.”

“Your brother couldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Not a fly, no.” Taehyung shook his head, relaxing on the throne with a light sigh. “You? Probably.”

Jungkook chuckled walking up the stairs to stand by his side. “Your brothers love me. Possibly more than they love you.”

“Namjoon dotes on you but the minute I tell him you were flirting with Minnie, you’re done for.”

“Aw, look at you keeping secrets for me.”

“It’s not for you, dumbass. Angel told me to keep it a secret so Namjoon won’t kill you.”

“Thank Mother for Angel then.”

Taehyung felt anger seep through his veins hearing how he spewed those words. Of course Jungkook couldn’t help it. It was in his nature to sound like he was constantly satisfied or satisfying someone. That didn’t mean Taehyung could control his annoyance whenever he spoke her name. “Let’s get this over with.”

As usual an eternity passed hearing all the troubles. Except the God of Envy was going to be punished for trying to threaten a Water Nymph for rejecting him which Taehyung found immense pleasure in. The one good thing about having Jungkook here was his harsh jabs at anyone who were whining far too much for their own credibility. Something Taehyung couldn’t do without someone trying to claim his throne.

Tonitrua’s kept beating his drum harder and harder almost making the ground shake underneath them. Rain beating down the earth, winds screaming for dear life as even the heavens felt a chill through its core.

“Didn’t know a storm was happening.” Jungkook murmured.

He tapped the arm of the chair, the slight tinge of confusion at the back of his mind. They would always warn us of a storm. “Maybe the Titans are in a mood.”

Before they could think on it further, the double doors on the side opened with a deafening thud causing both Gods to jump a little.

Taehyung tried to face the intrusion with an angry expression before his face quickly softened seeing Belle. Her cheeks stained in tears and usually bright features contorted into one of immense pain. His stomach dropped seeing the patches of red on her white dress. “What—”

“A-Angel—” Belle sobbed, gesturing with her trembling finger to the side.

Something cracked inside his chest hearing the name utter from her lips. All the thoughts in his mind emptied to a blank slate except for that one face. The one face that always made him happy when he looked at her. Taehyung pushed off his throne almost making it stumble back while Jungkook was already sprinting towards Belle as they rushed to the palace gardens. Dread filling his gut as he questioned where the blood was from.

The garden was empty for the first time. Not its usual bright state. No rainbows or children laughing, even the trees branches didn’t face upwards while the leaves kept falling like the rain in the center world. Taehyungs’ heart raced against his ribcages watching Belle run towards the tree. Her favourite peach blossom tree now almost emptied with its flowers. All of them withered on the ground.

Jungkook walked in front of him, pausing in his tracks as they reached the tree before meeting his gaze. Not a single smirk in sight. Hazel eyes turned deep and murky as he tried to hide the view from him while Belle quietly sobbed behind him. “Tae, don’t.”

Taehyung tightened his jaw. “I need to see.”

“No—” He lightly groaned as the God slammed his shoulder against his to push past him.

He wished. He wished so badly to have Jungkook blocking his view again. The cracking in his chest now completely shattered as he saw her beautiful baby blue dress ripped with deep cuts, blood staining the colour to a horrid dirty violet. Bruises on her down her arm, the golden band around her ring finger stained with a reddish tinge. And her face. If he could ignore the purpling marks on her cheek and the cut on her lip, it could almost look like she was sleeping soundly. Even the flowers in her hair lost all its’ colour and vibrance, withered and lifeless.

Knees losing all its power, Taehyung dropped on the ground next to her shrugging off his cloak and draping over her body. Tears burned at his eyes, his body losing all of its usual composure. All he could do was brush away the hair on her face with his trembling fingers and cup her cooling cheek. Gently he sniffled, lifting her up a little so he could rest on his lap. Just like he rested on hers only a day ago.

How could something end so quickly? In a flick of a finger, his whole world could come crashing down before it lays still on his weak arms.

A quick gust of wind passed through the group and dread filled him to the brim.

“Brother…” Namjoon’s deep voice echoed through the darkening garden. Footsteps crunched against the dried leaves and withered flowers until he stood next to Taehyung, gripping the love of his life with all he could.

The King of the Underworld never visited every single death but when he felt this one…he knew he had to be here. Though a part of him wasn’t prepared to see his younger brother in a state of complete and utter vulnerability, tears trailing down his pained face as he hugged his stilled wife in his arms.

He hesitated for a moment but eventually softened, reaching his hand out and brushing through Taehyung’s hair as a form of comfort. His own silver locks covering his eyes to hide how deeply he could feel her loss. “I’m sorry.”

“Do—” Taehyung let out a trembling sigh, fresh tears at the brim of his eyes. “Do you know who did it?”

Belle shook her head, wincing as another feeling pooled in her gut. Pure guilt. “I just l-left for a w-while…she—was h-hungry…” She wrapped her arms around herself tightly almost curling up into the ball as her shoulder shook with her sobs.

“We’ll find out.” Jungkook’s tone rung dark and furious as he padded closer to Belle, squeezing her shoulder gently.

“Taehyung…God’s souls work differently from humans.” Namjoon attempted to explain in the most gentle way possible. “I can keep her safe for now but she will inevitably—”

“Disappear…I know.” Taehyung swallowed down the lump in his throat, stifling the sob that tried to pass through him again. “I know.”

Namjoon sighed in slight defeat, wishing there were some way to console his brother but no consolation could bring his love back. Death was a battle everyone lost. “I’ll make a garden for her.” It was the only thing he could think of. Perhaps knowing her soul would rest in her favourite place could bring some comfort.

Taehyung nodded even though his grasp didn’t falter as if some desperate part of him wanted to keep her here and hope hard enough that she would wake up. I didn’t even say anything to her today. He closed his eyes freely letting more tears roll down as Namjoon moved to hook his arms under Angels’ neck and knees, lifting her up from the ground.

Another cool gust of wind and the God found his arms empty save for a few red splotches on his arm. Taehyung curled them into fists, tight as his nails dug into his skin and the blood seeped through his fingers.

“Taehyung…” Jungkook called in a tender voice for the first time.

“Leave me. Both of you.” His head was lowered, raven fringe covering his reddened eyes as he stared at his hands. The blood of his love staining his skin reminding him that this was his doing. His stupidity. Someone came in here to hurt her. Darkness was going to befall your kingdom. Tempus was right and he ignored it. Your fault. This is all your fault.

Jungkook let out a defeated sigh, holding onto both of Belle’s shoulders and gently leading her out of the autumnal gardens. It was not right leaving Taehyung with his thoughts but arguing with him would be just as troubling. With a heavy heart they disappeared back into the palace while the Great Protector now sat under his wife’s favourite tree with her blood on his hands.

Your fault. All your fault. Taehyung wanted to say it out loud. He tried. When he did, the only thing that came out were screams. Shrieks of agony, breaking his throat and tightening his chest, palms pressed against the earth begging for the Nature Mother to bring her back. He imagined golden bride blossoms growing around him with his love being born again. Bring her back! Bring her back! I’ll do better!

Nothing happened. The garden still mourned in its autumn. Taehyung was all alone.

Centuries passed since his heart emptied. Mindlessly pacing around the throne room with no one entering with their complaints anymore. They were too frightened. Too frightened to see their fool of a King cut them down where they stood if their complaints were far too menial.

Heavens were still waiting for a new God of Time after the last one’s body was thrown into the Underworld fires. One should be reborn instantly but no one had ever destroyed the over-looker of Time itself so early in their life. Perhaps there was a new Tempus somewhere but they were too afraid of Taehyung to step forward.

He didn’t care though. He just kept pacing around the room ignoring Jimin’s gaze following him wherever his feet moved him. Calves ached terribly but Taehyung kept moving. Moving so his mind could be occupied. Moving so the thoughts don’t come rushing in. Moving so he doesn’t stop to remember her smile again.

Jimin tried to take a breath to say something that could soothe his beloved King but all his words died on his tongue. Everyone had to be so careful around Taehyung nowadays to ensure they didn’t strike a nerve. And his nerves were far too vulnerable even after all these years.

The double doors thud open and a tinge of anxiety rushed through his belly. Every time he heard that door, he saw Belle crying. Pointing him to his worst nightmare.

Gulping down, Taehyung flickered his gaze over to the visitors. Much to his concern, he found Belle with Jungkook following close behind almost like a bodyguard. “What do you want?”

“She’s just here to help.” Jungkook spoke in a hardened voice.

So he was a bodyguard.

“Why would I need her help?” Taehyung seethed, shooting a glare at the Goddess. He could notice the gloominess in her aura even though her features were as bright as ever.

The curse of never having the same adverse effects as humans. No one could ever tell where Gods were having a terrible time.

“Careful.” Jungkook warned, irises fading to an angry amber as he narrowed his gaze.

“Or what?” The King stepped forward almost bumping into Belle. “If she had just stayed at the garden a little longer instead of fleeting about her own stupid business—”

“Taehyung…” Jimin tried to get him back to his senses with a calm voice but it already tugged at Jungkook’s last nerve.

The younger god pounced at the Ruler with a grunt, grabbing onto his collars while Belle was pushed aside. God of Indulgence swung a fist across the Great Protectors’ face. “It’s not her fault! You fucking fool!” Jungkook’s growls boomed across the halls, reminding them that he was almost Ruler as well if Taehyung were not equally persistent.

Jimin noticed Belle immediately sobbing as she curled into herself, struggling to breathe deeply.

“I found her!” Belle cried out. Her heartbreaking voice echoing in the room and reverberating in Taehyung’s ears.

Both gods paused in their actions looking over at the saddened Goddess. Taehyung’s grip on Jungkook immediately loosening as he looked at Belle with widened eyes and parted lips. “You—w-where?”

Belle sniffled and joined her shaky hands together. When she spread them apart, an orb formed, floating in between her palms. Through the orb they could see luscious green mountains covered almost entirely with mist, blurring into a house, old design almost a little imperfect but full of healthy gardens. “She lives in the mountains and runs a farm.”

Jungkook finally let go of Taehyung giving him a soft glare before walking over next to Belle.

Taehyung watched the vision of present day in the small orb as it moved from the gardens to a pair of feet walking down some green patches. Behind the legs was a tawny puppy and a lamb bouncing as they followed. His heart raced so fast against his ribcage, he was almost surprised it was still there.

It jumped to his throat when Belle showed her face.

He let out a weak chuckle, tears glimmering in his eyes, watching Angel crouch down near the patch and grab some leaves from the patch with a small smile on her face. “I-It’s her.” Taehyung reached his hand out a little almost as if he could touch her but he quickly retracted a little, hovering his palms over the vision of her face.

“It is. Except her memories are not fully intact. Reincarnated Gods get extremely fuzzy memory and usually don’t know where they came from. They will generally say they’re an orphan who only remembers living alone all their life.” Belle explained even though her voice was a little meek and exhausted.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning she needs to get her memories back and bond to you. That’s the only she can reach her full form and return to the Heavens.” She shook her head slowly. “Otherwise she’ll have to stay like this forever.”

Taehyung finally took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, trying to understand Belle’s words before nodding. “Alright.” Soft eyes looked over at the young Goddess and his stomach dropped. “I’m sorry…she was your friend too.” He attempted a smile. “Thank you for finding her.”

“It’s okay.” Belle smiled so beautifully even though her eyes were still glazed with tears. “Just bring her home.” She gently closed her hands again to dissipate the orb.

He had the urge to reach out but he put his hands back to himself before anyone could notice. “You’ll take care of the Heavens for me?” Taehyung’s gaze flickered up to Jimin ignoring Jungkook’s light scoff.

“You really don’t trust me that much?” Jungkook seethed before Belle touched his arm.

“Jimin will take care of matters in the throne room while you keep an eye on the center world.” She spoke to the God softly although most of them knew it didn’t take much for Jungkook to be swayed by the Goddess.

Jungkook sighed in slight defeat. “Alright.”

“With all my heart, Master.” Jimin bowed until his head could reach his toes before moving up to give him a faint smile. “The Heavens will be in safe hands.”

“An Ingar running the Heavens…talk about darkness befalling your kingdom.” Jungkook mumbled in annoyance.

Belle pressed on the God’s chest to gently guide him out of the throne room. “I think it’s time to go.” She quickly looked over her shoulder. “Make sure to be gentle on her, don’t try to drop everything in one day. She’s asked for help on the farm in the nearby villages so start there.”

Taehyung let every word burrow into his mind before Jungkook and Belle disappeared out of the throne room. He wasn’t going to ruin this again. Never again. “You’re going to be okay?” He smiled at Jimin.

Jimin giggled nervously before nodding. “I’ll try my best, Master. Good luck.” His expression as he saw the Great Protector take a breath and vanish down to the center world.

Once the throne room was empty, his smile disappeared and a darkness fell over his usually glimmering eyes. Breathing heavy and a little rapid as he stomped over to the table filled with an array of ambrosia. A blood-curdling scream vibrating in his throat, arms swept across the surface. Glass shattered on the ground pricking at his skin but it didn’t hurt him nearly as much as seeing his beloved Master run back to the Goddess who never deserved him.

He heard the doors open again, heart pounding against his ribcages expecting Jungkook but thankfully Hoseok’s head peeked through. Jimin sighed deeply leaning against the edge of the table. “He’s gone to get her back.”

Hoseok, another Ingar, carefully padded into the throne room eyeing the glass splinters on Jimin’s forearm and rushing over to him. “Shouldn’t that be good news? Why—why are you so angry?” He tried to reach out for the injuries but Jimin walked away from him towards the throne.

“That wasn’t the plan, Hoseok!” Jimin growled, wincing as tears burned in his eyes. “He—he was supposed to forget about her…I waited…I waited so fucking long for him to forget.” Shaky fingers curled up into tight fists as he allowed the pain from his splinters to sting from remnants of alcohol. “I worked so hard to be the best for him. To do what was best for him and he just—” He waved his hand harshly. “—runs away without even thinking about me.”

“She’s his wife.” Hoseok tilted his head in confusion. “Of course, he’ll go get her if he knew his love was alive and waiting for him.” A ghost of a smile graced his lips, admiring how dedicated Taehyung had been all these centuries when he could have taken any Goddess or God under his arm.

“She’s not his love!” Jimin cried beyond his throat’s capability, making it ache and crackle. “He’s supposed to be here…with me.” He whispered. “I worked so hard.”

Hoseok examined the Ingar with a hesitant expression, worried what he was finding in the way Jimin held himself and the words spewing from his mouth. “Jimin…what do you mean when say you worked so hard?” He took a step forward when he really wanted to exit the room completely. “You mean you just helped him, right? Nothing else?”

“I loved him. I still love him.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Jimin’s reddened, teary eyes flickered to meet the older Ingars’ gaze. Pain may have spread across his look but there was something behind it that Hoseok wished he didn’t find. “I did what was best for him.” He muttered, nodding to himself. Convincing his conscious that his actions were for the good of his Master. “Taehyung doesn’t know what’s good for him yet.” He smiled softly except there was no brightness in his eyes. “He’ll know soon.”

-

Village of Sericum adorned the finest collection of silk and the most luscious crops known across the country side. Most of them were supplied by a mysterious farmer hiding out in the mountains. For some odd reason, her harvests were always the most full and fresh. Her fruits were the juiciest, flowers were the most vibrant and her vegetables were absolutely delicious. At least that was all Taehyung got from asking the villagers.

Angel had created somewhat of a reputation but apparently for the most part, she stayed right up in her simple home in the mountains by her lonesome. A few farmers were surprised to see such a young farmer have so much knowledge and experience on nature. Taehyung couldn’t help but smile. Even centuries later in a new form, Angel stuck to the place she loved most, surrounded by nature and animals while blossoms scented the air.

One of the farmers was kind enough to let Taehyung ride on his cart up to the mountains after he stated his business. The mystery farmer needed someone to give her a hand around the farm for a few weeks while harvests were getting really busy.

Up the mountains they rode until they reached the beautiful light wooden gates that led into Angel’s home. His heart hammered so hard in his chest, Taehyung was worried he might faint out of his nervousness. What if her human form didn’t like him? When she was born as a Goddess, they were fated to be together. Even though their love was genuine, it was already written to be in the future. Now it was different. There was no Tempus to tell him that this was the right thing or the wrong to do. It was just him deep diving into a chapter of his life where he was weakened of his powers and blind with love.

Giving his thanks to the farmer, Taehyung padded towards the wooden gates few higher than him and almost impossible to climb over it which made sense considering she was alone here with no security. The air brushed sharp and cold around him as mist slowly thickened on the mountain range creating a calm, eerie atmosphere.

Finally he knocked on the wooden gate as loud as he could to ensure the sound echoed.

Pitter patter of footsteps sounded on the other side causing a jolt in Taehyung’s belly. A smile spread across his face when he heard her voice.

“Back, Solar.” Angel murmured which earned a whine for something much smaller.

Then the door opened with a light creak revealing her. Auburn hair braided back, purple coat over her with she held two sticks with broken sharp ends.

“Oh—I-I come in peace.” Taehyung raised his hands up in defense.

Angel looked at him in confusion before looking down at the sticks and gasping lightly. “Sorry.” She chuckled, dropping them to the side. “Can I help you?”

“I—uh—” A light smile stretched on his lips as he tried to swallowed the lump in his throat. It was so tempting to just embrace her after so long, hold her and apologize. Tell her to come back home so they could be together again. Fate wanted to play cruel games though. To pay for his own mistakes. “Sorry, I was here for the—the help you wanted.”

“Help—oh!” Angel chuckled. “Of course, come in.” She opened the door a little further keeping a leg in front of the tiny, tawny puppy so it didn’t escape. “Don’t mind Solar, he gets a little excited.”

Taehyung wondered why she had to warn him before the tiny animal sprinted between his legs, circling around one of them and barking as loud as he could muster. Even though it merely sounded like a squeak. He couldn’t help but laugh at how excited the creature looked as they were led through another wooden gate possibly made for extra security.

Once inside the yard, his eyes were graced with vibrance and the fresh scent of flowers. Roses amongst others bordering the yard with trees adorning mangos, lemons and apples. Pineapple and pumpkin patches as they led up to the beautifully imperfect house.

“I’ll get you some snacks and some water.” Angel chirped joyfully, prancing so she could stand in front of him. “And uh—” She scratched her head lightly. “Could you…grab the mangoes for me?” A shy chuckle emitted under her breath pointing at the incredibly ripe mangoes hanging from the very top of the tree. “I broke the stick trying to get it.”

“Of course.” Anything you want. Taehyung cleared his throat gently before looking up at the ripe mangoes again.

Angel turned on her heel remembering to get some of the fresh picked cherries for him as well before the realization hit her. “Oh!” She quickly tuned around again. “What’s your name?”

There was light twinge in his chest hearing that extremely familiar voice ask him the question. But he pushed it aside smiling faintly at the beauty. “Taehyung.”

“Taehyung.” She repeated in a soft tone and a gorgeously bright smile. “I’m Angel.” For a few moments, the girl played with her fingers shyly as if wanting to say more before turning back on her heel again and walking to the house.

Centuries passed since his heart was emptied. Centuries. But it only took a few seconds of seeing her smile and hearing her voice for him to fall deeply in love with her again.

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DRABBLES

I want many but I'll throw some out there for you to choose

Amended JK with his newborn baby, getting to experience being a baby dad for the first time.

Penguin!Koo and Rana...possibly having a bub? 🥺 I just know Jungkook would be a fretful mess and Rana cool as beans (though imagine the role reversal)

And new potential drabbles -

Spaceship captain reader x alien Hoseok + soulmates = 'I question fates decision sometimes, you know?'

Fae Lord Jimin x human reader = 'you will not touch her'

God of death Taehyung x Goddess of memories reader = 'because death is eternal'

Ok, I'm going to wind up writing a few of these but I'll keep linking back to this post so you get credit for your ideas 😉 But the first one is ready!

TITLE: Regretful Eternal & Yours Characters: God of Death Taehyung x Goddess of Memories Reader + 'becaues death is eternal' Word count: 4990 CW: general discussions of death, afterlife, sad regrets, memories of sex, some language

“Taehyung!”

The God of death closed his eyes and let out a deep, weary sigh as his name echoed in that voice down the corridor. He hazarded a glance at his collection of KAWS stuffies lined up on the back shelf of his office. He’d been told the familiar cartoon characters with Xs for eyes were “macabre,” “weird,” and “juvenile.” Maybe the last god of death relished being a soulless dark villain but Taehyung liked having some personality, thanks. He’d been doing this for hundreds of years now since the last guy vacated. He wanted his office space to reflect that he still had some of his personality left; go ahead, crucify him for it. The stuffies were not going to help him with the obvious storm headed his way.

“Taehyung,” that voice snapped once again, now standing annoyingly in his doorway. Hard to believe he’d once orgasmed to the sound of that voice saying his name, though decidedly less sharp and more moany than the way you said it now.

“Yes, my darling?” he drawled, turning slowly to face you. 

“Fuck off with ‘darling,’ I’m not your scribe dropping pens in front of you for attention,” you scoffed, rolling right into, “Four. Four souls were signed off by you in the past mortal hour as headed for the rebirth loop without my approval. You can’t just forget my signature–”

“It’s a very easy signature to forge,” he snickered, recalling the way he used to sign your name. With his tongue. On a very intimate part of your body.

Not that he wanted to remember that or anything, but it was better than remembering anything else.

Rage left you stuttering incoherently for a moment –he could remember other times he made you do that, if he cared to– before you shouted, “Well it’s not your job! And if you don’t cut that shit out–”

“You’ll what? Go above my head?” He grinned. “I’m the god of death, darling, there is no above me.” You’d once told him how classy and romantic it was for him to call you that.

He still knew precisely how to push your buttons. His ego about his title, slightly higher than yours as the Goddess of Memories, had always been a splinter in both your professional and private relationship. Blind fury welled up inside you that he’d resort to such a taunt, but you channeled that into the one place you could get him: bureaucracy. 

Because it actually was a problem if he was sending anyone for rebirth for whom memories still lingered in the world. It was your job to make sure that didn’t happen. One baby born who looked oddly like someone else could be chalked up to “strong genes” or “uncanny coincidence” but if it happened too much, you wound up with people asking too many questions, and then the system could break down completely, there’d be mass panic, the Fates would fire you all and your own immortal souls would be disintegrated into nothing. The world could only handle so many accidents, really only one major and obvious reborn soul, and that spot belonged to Keanu Reeves –all because Taehyung had lost a bet to Charlemagne centuries ago, the idiot.  

No, you would not specify which one was the idiot.

Ok, fine, it was both.

“Don’t make me go to the Fates,” you countered, because while they might be sideways in heirarchy, they were in fact the only ones who could pluck the strings to fix the mistake that was either Taehyung’s existence or promotion. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes but lacked a witty comeback.

It left you space to notice the tablet propped on his desk with the signature screen open.

“Oh my Titans are you fucking doing it right now?!” you cried, diving forward at the same moment he did. He grabbed for the tablet but he’d pushed back too far in his chair when he wanted you to notice his manspreading and hopefully trigger a memory of his dick (it did not) and his fingers barely brushed the device as you pulled it away. Sure enough, a quick scroll higher showed it was the sign-off for another rebirth, one neither reviewed nor approved by you. “These have to go through my department! You can’t just rebirth everyone! What the fuck is your problem?”

He knew his eyeroll would infuriate you as he insisted, “I was just about to forward this one over to you.”

“Like fuck you were.” You ignored his insistence and opened the file up onto his wall screen. You crossed your arms and watched the life moments play before you, realizing quickly that these were the highlights and lowlights of an old man’s life as marked by Taehyung’s team as “life defining.”

“You nitwit,” you scoffed, “You’re looking at the highlights and lowlights to determine eligibility?”

“Don’t doubt the skills of my team–”

“I’m sure they’re great at your job, but they can’t do mine. Get out of the chair.”

“No. You can sit,” he said, leaning back and motioning to his lap.

“It’s been two hundred years, give it up already.”

His face slid into a scowl, “Give what up? My chair? Not on your life.” 

“I don’t have a life. All I do is work,” you scoffed, quickly masking the personal complaint with the addition, “Because somebody’s been fucking it up and making more work for me.” You waited. You gestured for the chair.

With a sigh, he slapped a button on his desk and demanded another chair, “make sure it’s smaller than mine.” A moment later his assistant sprinted in, pushing it along. They settled it by Taehyung, bowed, and then fled.

“What happened to Tiff?” you asked, referring to Taehyung’s previous assistant who’d definitely been trying to seduce him and, you suspected, probably succeeded.

“Fired her. Used too much teeth,” he shrugged. You didn’t even get a word shouted before he snickered, “I’m kidding. I don’t fuck subordinates. She quit. Said it was too depressing down here.”

“Oh.”

Yeah, that seemed to happen a lot. You worked in two of the most depressing departments of the entire Underworld, after all. Staff turnover was high. That was a thing Taehyung had enjoyed about your relationship, that you got it, both the stresses of the job, the loneliness, but also the joy of a well-managed passage at the end of a mortal life, the beauty of rebirth or release, the two of you waxing poetic about eternal cycles– 

Not that he was interested in remembering that. He grinned, recalling instead the way your nails had traced red shapes into the skin of his back as he split you open–

“Stop that,” you huffed.

“What? Something bothering you?” he smirked, knowing full well that as the Goddess of Memories, your access to any memory recalled –especially right in front of your face– was yours to witness. Not always with your permission. Taehyung in particular had always been very good at getting under your skin and into your mind. Which led to some pretty mind blowing orgasms but also–

He snickered under his breath, like he knew he made you think of something good. He snickered like he didn’t understand the pain that came in the end. You don’t think he ever did understand that. God of Death and all that. No sentimentality about The End. Just a fact of eternity.

Despite your annoying thoughts, you were typing, searching, scrolling the whole time, peeking into interactions that jump out at you here, scouring school days and dates and days both good and bad at work. The man’s life had largely been one tragedy after another strung together by mundanity, but not the kind of tragedies that left a lasting impression on anyone except the one enduring them. No remarkable news coverage that sparked an author. No car crashes that changed someone’s outlook on the fragility of life. No major work accomplishes that inspired his colleagues. He’d been laid off and wound up in a retail job where he remained just mediocre enough to not get fired. When he retired, no one noticed.

“See?” Taehyung said, gesturing to the screen. “There’s nothing. He died without leaving a mark on the world in any way. Literally no one remembers him. He didn’t even have a nurse at the end who–”

You shake your head, “You don’t know anything about memory. You just know…”

“What?”

“Sex and death,” you say, brushing him away with a flick of your hand. “The impressions we leave aren’t always obvious. A face can linger in someone’s mind for the most innocuous reason–”

“But it has to reach a certain threshold to disqualify them from rebirth–”

“I know the rules, Taehyung. I’m good at my job.”

“I know you are,” he grumbled. You ignore the almost compliment and continue to dig. You start to look in the corners of the deceased man’s life, at the people who bought things from him off Craigslist, at any stores he went to frequently enough to become a familiar face. He donated to the Humane Society regularly, but only money, not time. His primary care doctor had died a few years before and he’d bounced around since then. He bought his prescriptions off the internet. He lived in an apartment but paid his rent by check and his landlord couldn’t recall the old man’s face, just was angry when he discovered the man dead after he was late on rent because there’d been no loved one to haul away the old man’s things which delayed his ability to clean and relist the apartment.

“Give up?” Taehyung asked. “There’s nothing.”

“There’s always something, at least something that delays– you can’t just send people to rebirth directly–”

“There isn’t always something and you know that as well as I do,” Taehyung argued. You hated that he, too, was awfully good at his job. Which made these forged signatures even more infuriating because it wasn’t like him at all! Usually he respected the system, considering he’d help build it!

Was he seeing someone again and it had him distracted? He was rushing through work to go see them? That made sense, it had been a long time, so far as you knew, and when Taehyung went into something, he went all the way in…

You looked and looked for something that wasn’t there as Taehyung grew increasingly frustrated before he finally reached forward and tapped the screen to bring up the signature form again, the waiver for you to officially sign that would release this man’s soul back into the queue for rebirth. How long it might wait there was the call of another department based on your needs and the priorities of other gods and departments. 

“There’s nothing,” he said to you, but quieter this time. While he loved to tease and antagonize, his goal wasn’t actual embarrassment; he could read you like a book, annoyingly fluent, and predict you’d be frustrated not to “win” with this man. 

You let out a deep sigh and conceded only, “This doesn’t happen as much these days.”

“Hm.”

“Fewer tenant farmers crawling off to die alone in their huts and get eaten by wildlife,” you mused. “Fewer towns wiped out by invaders down to the last child. The internet has changed things, people have the chance to make meaningful connections even beyond their daily circle–”

“Yeah but anonymously,” Taehyung countered. Skatá, he missed having these deep arguments with you. “Real name and real face: memories have to include those to send you to the after–”

“Do not preach at me about the rules! You of all people!” you shouted, pushing back from the desk in a huff. Then, because you’d been thinking about it lately, you insisted, “We ought to change the criteria. Memory… souls should be able to live on in memory for more than a face or a name. There are so many other ways to leave your mark on the world. There are so many other meaningful moments and connections–”

“If those moments were meaningful enough to allow someone to recognize your soul, they’d be remembered. The rules don’t need to change–”

You rose from your chair, demanding, “So people should be condemned to the repetition, to going back to that damned plane of mortal existence over and over again until they can pull of some connection in that lonely and quick-to-forget world that convinces us they’ve done enough to earn their eternity?”

“It’s not a punishment! It’s just… another chance.”

“Don’t you think it feels like a punishment? Can you really imagine having to do it all over again and again–”

“They don’t remember,” he insisted. 

“Exactly. It’s hell. It’s inhumane–”

“Forgetting can be a mercy,” he countered. 

For a moment you were both silent. You didn’t want to understand what he meant. You didn’t want to assume it was about you, even though you, too, could read him like a book.

He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, gesturing as he added, “Besides what’s the record for repetitions, twenty? That’s not so bad.” He’d always admired your deep love for the people, your ‘bleeding heart’ for the mortals, so to speak. It was a thing you had understood in him and he in you, that you could deal with this final moment in their lives, one mortals couldn’t decide on as blessed or tragic but often caused pain and suffering to those who lingered either way, and recognize the importance of your work and also recognize how unknown it was to the both of you. 

“Isn’t that worse? They have to start all over, nothing to guide them better this time, no comfort that if this one doesn’t work out, they’ll get another chance, no warning that eventually they won’t. No hint that all they need to do is connect or leave something behind and they’ll be free of their mortal shackles– I mean look at all the stories they invent trying to make sense of it all!”

“It’s funny,” Taehyung grinned. Trying to be funny, because he’d slipped thinking fondly about your passion and devotion to your work and hadn’t resumed thinking instead about your tits quickly enough. There. Now he was smiling, thinking about them. “Look if you have a proposed update to the criteria, I’m happy to read it.”

“Magnanimous of you.”

He wanted to lure you back to talking about the impact of human technology on mortal connection but a sudden glint in your eye had you pull yourself back into the keyboard. 

“I’m an idiot,” you murmured, pulling open a separate database. 

Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he leaned closer to see what had suddenly captured your enthusiasm. 

“Ah…” he sighed as you trawled the ‘Regrets’ database. He had done a cursory search for any regrets of the man’s… but he had not done a search for any regrets about the man. 

“This should be a part of every review –and it is if these files come to my office first,” you mumbled. Yes, you were aware he was leaning in a way where he could watch your face instead of the screen. Just like you were aware he kept remembering things completely inappropriate for the workplace. “Also please get laid so you don’t short-circuit every time I’m in the room.”

“What, you think you’re special?”

“Apparently the scent of my shampoo is. Or is it my perfume? You seem uncertain.”

He snorted derisively and looked to the screen at your sudden cry of victory. There, on the screen, an elderly woman who had pined for the man when he was young but never told him. He had died unaware, but she’d carried that longing for him in her heart until it had morphed and solidified into a solid, life-long what if? She’d married and pursued a successful career in novel writing, still published something every few years to this day. Her first novel had recently been reprinted, including its dedication in the beginning:

To my first love and the last time I let fear hold me back. Thank you for inspiring me to always think of what could be and to take the leap for the things I want. And thank you for that piece of bubblegum when I skinned my knee in fourth grade. You were a swell chap, Glenn.

“Ha!” you crowed, pushing up from the chair for the last time. “That’s enough! That book is in print right now with that dedication.”

“It could be any Glenn–”

“But it’s not,” you insisted. “Pull up her file, her memories of him are still there, she’s still living, and she’s no doubt told others the story if she even kept the initial dedication to him. Rebirth denied, eternal freedom granted.” You crossed your arms, gave Taehyung a smug grin, and sank back into the chair to watch and make sure he correctly marked the file. Yes, it was barely passable, you knew that. Yes, he could probably overrule you if he wanted. The woman was likely he only one to remember the man enough and she’d be dead within a decade too; his soul could easily wait that long in the queue and then be rebirthed without any issue. But for right now he had technically passed.

It meant something to you that Taehyung let you have this.

“Yeah but…” 

“But what?” you pressed.

“But isn’t it just kind of… sad? He doesn’t even know he still mattered to that woman,” he said. His movements slowed as he dragged the tablet closer and backed out to the correct form. “He died not knowing she felt anything about him at all, or that he had any impact on anyone. Is that really the spirit of success here?”

You fell silent. Taehyung had written those rules; or some of them, the newer ones, since he’d taken over so long ago. 

“I just mean,” he continued, “is this the worse punishment? We send him on to eternal freedom, he can see the homage that gave him that release, and in death, this is all he has to show for it. So now he has a regret that he didn’t know this, and maybe his life could have been completely different if he’d known.”

Carefully, you pointed out, “It doesn’t mean it would have been. And you forget how lonely and despairing so many people are. This might be comforting. It’s not like he didn’t know he had no one and nothing at the end. He had the birds he watched from his window and a few TV shows he kept up on. Nothing in his memories indicates he wants to try again.”

“Because you wouldn’t.”

“Of course not! That world seems damned terrible for most of the people in it! Look how hard some people have to fight just to exist, much less make friends and pursue their passions and make any big mark on the world. Their life systems are focused on all the wrong things. They’re so busy telling everyone how to live and what they’re allowed to do and caging it all in with money–”

“Yeah Capitalism was really a victory for the Act of God and Karma department, huh? It always feels like those fuckers went overboard but then you see what the mortals do to each other and...”

“It’s fucked up,” you agreed.

“You and I, we really have the best departments,” he suggested. 

“We… do,” you agreed slowly, because there was camaraderie behind the way he said it and you didn’t know why the sudden shift in mood.

“But sometimes… sometimes the act of The End is what makes you realize that you do want another chance. How many final moments have we seen where people begged for it? How many times are those final moments focused on regret? Sometimes people want another chance!”

You blinked at him. You, like so many times before, pretended not to see the memories slipping through the sieve of his mind without either his or your permission –evenings spent in bed yes but also mornings waking up in each others arms; holidays basking in the sun on the beaches of Naxos; arguing over a dinner you made and he would clean up because you had talents that complimented each other; a reason to stop working so damn much, even just to canoodle in his office when something so tragic came across one of your desks that you needed a physical reminder that you were safe, that he was safe, that you had in each other love and support and acceptance. How blessed it had been for you, known to cry at work as you sorted through memories or the absence of them, to find that Taehyung could soothe your heart, but also that he too felt the sorrows that came with the job. You were not alone.

But you ignored those memories, and those thoughts in yourself, because you knew a memory wasn’t a choice. A memory happened. It’s why they were the pure system by which eternal death or rebirth hinged on, because a memory didn’t equal a truth, but it was the fabric of that ephemeral thing, the soul. Your soul consisted of your own memories, of as many lives as you led, which you were free to parse and peruse in the freedom of eternal death, but only once your soul left some piece of itself on earth, in the souls of others. An unearthly form of reproduction, you could say. And you, the two of you, managed the process to keep those frail humans from losing their minds because four identical people were running around, a single fragmented soul now going to confuse and terrorize other souls also afraid of fragmenting, afraid of being incomplete or unwhole. Humans were obsessed with being whole and ‘normal’ and all sorts of boring things, when really they should be concerned with challenge, passion, enthusiasm, and joy.

At least that’s what you’d written in your Masters thesis that had landed you this title. It had gotten you laughed out of a few offices but Taehyung had poured over it multiple times as his fingers lazily roamed your bodies, asking questions as he fed you grapes dipped in honey, moaned about how he loved your mind as he made love to your body–

Memories were not choices, they just were. Taehyung, like this novel writer, was not driven to act by the presence of any of those memories, other than being a cocky asshole about the raunchy ones. That was itself a choice, and it told you everything you needed to know in a clear way, unlike this veiled could-be metaphor.

“Well you’re the God of Death,” you pointed out. “If you think there’s a flaw in the system, you fix it. I don’t know, add a clause that if the person dies with regrets– no, we did that–”

“Yeah, we did that,” Taehyung said. “People are still freaked out about ghosts even though there haven’t been any new ones since I took over and ended that one. Freaky as shit! You think rebirth is bad…”

“Well add the clause. You’re good at dragging things out,” you snorted. You hadn’t meant it to be mean, not really, but it was clear from his face he took it as such. Quickly you added, “I just meant because death is eternal. You’re the god of… The End. The fork in the road.”

“And you’re the goddess of what, holding on until you get distracted by something else and forget?”

“Hey now,” you glared.

“The goddess of letting your feelings alter what you think actually happened.”

“Taehyung!”

“Confirmation bias.”

“Stop that,” you scoffed. You grabbed his hand and pressed his finger to the thumb scan, approving Glenn’s lonely soul for the relief of eternal death, a place where finally his soul could choose for itself when to wake, when to slumber, when to dream, or when to be no more, as a rock or a star or a blade of grass or Nothing.

“There. Now we’re done, ye God of Ego.”

“Ego,” he repeated. “Ego?”

“Well why else are you skipping me and sending these souls back to try again? Admit it, you don’t want to admit that I can see the things you miss about people. You only look at the highs and the lows and you miss the significance, the importance of all those moments in between–”

“I do not–”

“You got so busy you thought a weekly fuck and a nice dinner on our anniversary was enough,” you continued without entirely meaning to. “Do you know why humans remember the things that go wrong on vacation more than the things that go well? Because manufactured connections are false. Picture perfect is a lie. The memories are smooth and they slip away. They aren’t real. Just like we apparently weren’t–”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit. We were plenty real until you got distracted by Neptune and his glow up. He just got bigger because of global warming, Y/N! He’s still the same Poseidon who cums salt and has crabs skittering through his hair–”

“Gods, you are so jealous! Nothing happened with me and Namjoo– I mean Neptune–”

“Oh, he told you to call him Namjoon, huh?” Taehyung gave his chair a hard shove towards the desk and stomped away. 

“Nothing happened. That’s not why we ended.”

“Yeah, you’d remember,” he scoffed.

“You remember too,” you insisted. “I see it in your memories.”

He glared and stormed closer, “No, you don’t, because I don’t think about it because it’s not important.”

“Ouch.” You recoiled.

But his face took on a desperate look as he pleaded, “It’s not important because the fact we ended was the worst part of our relationship. Being with you– the good things were so much more important to me. Are so much more important to me. That’s what I’m saying. You were right about Glenn but I think you were wrong about us.”

“So…” Your brain was scrambled. You tried to think through this sudden confession and couldn’t. “But…”

“I want a second chance,” he said. And crossed his arms and lifted his chin.

“Because of…” You looked at the tablet, as if it would explain to you why this sudden change of heart.

“Because I don’t want to be that novelist and regret never admitting that to you.”

“You just miss the sex,” you tried. He’d successfully knock your feet out from under you. This was not how you had expected this workplace confrontation to go. 

“You know that’s not true.”

“You think about it all the time–”

“Well there’s a lot of sex to remember,” he grinned. “But I know you see the other memories I try to block out by remembering the sex.”

You did. Because the most joyful and the most painful memories were always the strongest, the easiest to track and feel. And many of your memories together now inspired both joy and suffering. 

He wasn’t alone in that.

“I…”

“It’s ok if your answer is no,” he said, with that crooked smile beneath the soft eyes that had always stolen your heart. He could be so smug and headstrong and stubborn but no one had ever loved you or admired you or humored you the way he had, that wasn’t just a memory, it was the truth.

“You have to stop sending people to rebirth without running them by my department first,” you said, lifting your own chin and leveling a serious look at him. “You don’t know everything. Stop pretending like you don’t need me.”

“I do need you.”

The sentence that stopped your heart –or, you know, would have, if you were a mortal with a beating one.

“I need you to help me improve this system,” he said, suddenly scratching at his hair and looking to the side. “I know I’m not perfect and the world is changing so help me with that. You see the things I don’t see and um, I’d rather you help than just not say anything until it’s too late.”

“Ah.”

“You know, at least give me the chance to fix them.”

“It means you have to actually listen.”

“Yeah, I know.” He glanced at you, eyes going wide, youthful in his ageless face. 

“Good. It’s good that you know that,” you said. And tried not to look at the memories bubbling over in his mind but it was impossible to miss them, because they were strong, and they were about you, and the regret and hope were honestly enough to nearly make you sick. It wasn’t helpful that they mirrored your own.

“So…”

“I’d be happy to work on the proposal with you,” you conceded. “Over dinner and drinks. On Friday?”

He grinned and nodded, “Yeah, over dinner and drinks on Friday. At your place or…?”

“In a restaurant, Pluto. Or Hades. Or whatever you’ve got on your door plate right now.”

He drew close and took your hand and grinned, “Nah, babe, you know you’ve always been allowed to call me Taehyung. That’ll never change. You’ve been calling me that all day anyway.”

“Have I–? I thought for sure I–” But you had. Oops. Old habits died hard, and Taehyung was just such a pretty name and, ok, maybe it had always left you a little smug to be allowed to call him that private name–

You cleared your throat and straightened your shoulders to gather yourself, “Then I will see you Friday. You pick the restaurant.” You darted away, loosening your hand, a bit flustered by how strongly he could still affect you when you let him. “And Taehyung… make it a good one.”

“Only the best this time. Good enough for eternity, I swear.”

“We’ll see,” you said, and quit his office, hoping in your heart that would be true.

#taehyung ff #kim taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung/reader #kim taehyung ff #exes to lovers #god taehyung #taehyung fanfiction #kim taehyung fic

[taee]

V is a Composer, eVeryone is a Composer

#btsgif #bangtan #bts #ipurpleunet #taehyung #compose coffee #tq:cr #god his hands are so pretty #everything about him is so pretty

[kth1]

tetetonin during a workout~

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[jkvjimin]

V x HARPER'S BAZAAR KOREA

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[thisfuckingdeadlife]

unforgivable😔

#god of business trip communication: seojin's edition #출장소통의신 - 서진이네 #서진이네 #wooga squad #kim taehyung #bts #btsgifs #mygifs

[nosfelixculpa]

Would I be able to straighten out the errors and mistakes and save all of us? I didn't grasp the depth and weight of this question. It was true that I desperately wanted to save all of us. No one deserves to die, to despair, to be suppressed, and to be despised. On top of that, they were my friends. We might've had our flaws and scars and have been twisted up and distorted. We might've been nobodies. But we were alive. - Seokjin – 2 May Year 22 HYYH; THE NOTES

#creations #gifs #kpop #hyyh #bangtan #bts #seokjin #namjoon #yoongi #hoseok #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #found an old set i made for this Universe in the depths of my tumblr nd it looked Disgusting so;; here is a remake #adding the grain was a choice but also kind of a choice i am regretting its rly too late to change it tho its almost 5am im not going back #back being in photoshop #i still hav not read the 2nd book of this that will b a Thing to do soon i need to find it somewhere #whatever enjoy i tried to choose each duos fruitiest scenes and also bc jin taehyung and jk all kno whats going On in the timey wimey scene #they get special fourth wall breaking privileges in this set and in the universe #whatever enjoy god knows how these will look on mobile be kind tumblr mobile ive always been nice to u (lie)

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

‘Butter’ Jacket Shoot Sketch Day Three - RM, j-hope, Jimin, and V

#bts #kim namjoon #rm #bts rm #jung hoseok #j-hope #bts j-hope #park jimin #jimin #bts jimin #kim taehyung #v #bts v #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts gifs #btsedit #my gifs #vmin soulmate behavior in gif two and three #vmin soulmate behavior #vmin #children lmfao #i have a bunch of these but i got caught up with other stuff whoops #mostly by a man named min yoongi but god what else is fucking new #fair to note i really only make these because i want them to exist #these are for me #because they're so unbearably cute and i need an outlet lmao

[thebtsprint]

December 30, 1995 Happy Birthday Kim Taehyung! I think I’m trying to make them sound fuller. Like the richness of the tone or a fuller melody. I think I’ve reached that level now. If you listen to all the songs I ever made from beginning to end in order, I hope you can tell both my voice and the entire atmosphere of the songs are taking on a deeper emotional power. It’s one of the most important goals I’ve ever tried to achieve.

(x)

#btsedit #btsgfx #dailybangtan #purplearmynet #kim taehyung #bts #bangtan #bts v #edits #graphics #happy birthday greek god

[kim-woonhak]

Christmas Tree (V) cover by JACOB

#tbzinc #the boyz #jacob #jacob bae #tbz #bae joonyoung #*ambiv.gif #meltracks #melontrack #useroro #userbbie #rosieblr #oorieri #higabi #uservince #tuserchrissy #ninisdarlings #literally sent these to my phone and uploaded from there so they would work ugh this hellsite #also he covered taehyung's christmas tree for me <3 the way i was just crying to it when i got the notif of this video upload ..psychic bro #and then covered it again (!) on his story yday while still in his sbs makeup my god.. merry xmas siyuan u delulu idiot

[rkivefr]

◞ 　 ִֶָ but girl i cant feel my face .

◞ 　 ִֶָ what are we smoking anyway ?

#˚ ₊ ‧ ꒰ა ☆ ૮꒱ ‧ ₊ ˚ #GOD I LOVE BLONDE TAEHYUNG #bts #clean moodboard #bts moodboard #bts mood board #jungkook moodboard #taehyung moodboard #jimin moodboard #kpop moodboard #y2k moodboard #namjoon moodboard #messy locs #messy moodboard #messy icons #messy symbols #ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ rkivefr .ᐟ

[flowerwrites06]

golden lotus II — kth

Plot: Refusing and underestimating a warning from Time can have its prices. One God pays the worst of it.  Pairing(s): God!Taehyung x Goddess!OC (Name: Angel)  Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+  Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series  Word Count: 6.9k Genre: Romance Fantasy | Gods & Goddesses  Tags & Warnings: sexual content, violence, jealousy, obsession (not from main couple), character death (temporary)   Authors Note: the second part!

Crisp morning air brushed against his tired skin though it couldn’t sour his mood in the slightest. Angel had suggested for them to take a walk up the mountains so she could check on some mushrooms growing while also showing him something special. Taehyung didn’t care what it was but still had an excited tingle in his belly seeing how happy she got talking about it.

The sky still had a greyish blue hue as the sun slept for a couple more hours. Kiku, the Sun Goddess hated autumn mornings the most and tried to oversleep just until it was too close to midday. Mountains of fresh green, scent of morning dew in the damp air as Taehyung watched Angel’s hair flowing over her face. He had the strongest urge to brush the strands away, touch her soft skin again after so long but kept his hands to himself.

“You aren’t allergic to mushrooms, are you?” Angel asked, a little breathless going up the incline of the mountain but her tone was still bright.

“Not at all.”

“Good.” She spoke with a smile squeaking her voice. “I’m going to make some mushroom stew. I heard it can warm your heart in the coldest winter.”

Taehyung smirked, stopping himself from playfully tapping her flushed nose. “Where did you hear that?”

“There’s this nice lady who gives me strawberries from her farm in exchange for my figs. She tells me the stories behind different foods.” Angel shrugged lightly. “It’s—comforting knowing everything in nature has its own meaning and purpose. Almost reassures you that your purpose will come alive one day.”

“Is this not your purpose?” He gestured out to the view.

Hazy blue mountains almost blurred like abstract strokes of a painting while the trees looked like their own shadows in full form. Angel couldn’t help but sigh a little happily. “I love this place. It’s the only thing that could ever feel like home for me…but—”

“But?” Taehyung’s expression softened as he tried to search for more answers in her eyes. Except they were just as confused as he was.

“There’s a part of me missing…I don’t know…my mind conjures up all these thoughts that…strange thoughts like I’m—” Angel had to pause as they reached the denser parts of the forest. “Like I’ve run away from home almost.”

His heart jolted in excitement even though there was a slight tinge of sadness. Taehyung knew Angel long enough to see the sheer confusion and loss hidden in her eyes. Confusion he wished he could dissipate in seconds but any explanation would have caused more headaches than she deserved.

Angel breathed out a chuckle. “You must think I’m crazy.”

“No.” Taehyung didn’t hesitate. “You’re not crazy. You’re thoughtful, it’s nice.” Corner of his lips tilted upward watching her glistening eyes flickered over his way. The brightness behind his favourite orbs brought a comfort in his belly.

She grinned, continuing to walk so the burn on her cheeks wouldn’t become far too visible to him.

Through the thick forest, the trees were decorated with moss while the floor was lightly scattered with growing mushrooms. Angel had a keen eye in recognizing which ones were edible and immediately crouched down to gently pull them out. As she placed the mushrooms into the basket hanging over her elbow, she moved to pat the damp soil affectionately. “Thank you.” She murmured.

His human formed heart must have been incredibly weak as it practically melted hearing her sweet voice sending her gratitude to the land. Even as a human, Angel was perfect beyond imagination. “You thank the land?” Taehyung smiled unable to breathe in proper patterns as the urge to kiss her cute cheek overwhelmed him.

“The forest is a living entity.” Angel explained, standing back up on her feet. “By doing this, I’m taking pieces of her so it’s good to give thanks.”

“That’s really sweet.” You’re amazing. You always were. Taehyung wanted to say so much more but his throat kept closing from how fast his heart raced through his ribcages.

Angel giggled lightly almost killing the God in the process before they both walked further up the mountain. Heat gathered under her clothes, sweating sticking it to her skin. Her excitement, however, surpassed every other discomfort. “I found this place when I first came here…can’t even remember when.” Or maybe it was a dream? Nothing never came clear to her anymore. “But I know it’s sacred. Some people don’t even believe it exists.”

Taehyung furrowed his brows as they walked through the thinning trees. A burst of nostalgia tingling down his spine when he looked around at the colorful flowers growing near the moss covered trees. He had been here before. Centuries ago, he remembered padding through this very area where his entire life changed. It couldn’t be though.

However once they reached a little clearing bursting with gold, butterflies soared across Taehyung’s belly. Blossoms gathered all around into a beautifully random field with only or two trees providing shade making it look brighter than the other parts of the forest.

“I call them Golden Lotuses.” Angel’s voice broke through his thoughts. “They kind of look like them anyway.” She carefully padded through the field making sure not to step on any of the flowers while Taehyung—as speechless as he was followed without question.

She found a big enough patch of grass so they could sit down and rest for a few moments. Once Angel settled herself, she looked up at Taehyung expectedly before he finally took the hint and sat down in front of her. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She smiled around at the flowers, petal shining in gold and the bits of pollen resembling glitter of some kind glimmering like tiny diamonds. “I told the lady about a field like this and she said it sounded like the birthplace for the Goddess of Creation.”

Taehyung’s head shot up, breathing hitching slightly in his throat. “You–you know the Goddess of Creation?” He tilted his head.

“Only from stories.” She giggled shyly. “I usually hear stories of her in tragedies. They say she was murdered by the Goddess of Living Souls because she was jealous of her beauty. The Great Protector was being distracted by something so he couldn’t save her on time.”

“Or the Great Protector was an asshole who couldn’t listen to his wife properly.” Taehyung mumbled a little in anger. However, the heat in his chest slowly faded into a flutter hearing Angel laugh again.

“That’s one theory, I suppose.” Angel gazed around in silence, taking in the comforting scent that almost resembled a warm vanilla. Her eyes paused on a tiny bud hidden amongst the fully bloomed and she reached out to gently pull it from the ground. She patted the ground again silently thanking the earth before facing Taehyung. “May I?”

Taehyung’s features softened seeing her kneel down in front of him. He had for a second forgotten just how small his love was, remembering how he used to cradle her in a way while she told him stories. “Yeah.” His voice was a whisper as the ability to gain a higher tone seemed impossible with how Angel was shifting closer.

Angel placed the bud behind his ear gently, fluffing his hair so it connected well with his entire look before shifting back with an accomplished smile. “Gold looks nice on you.” The pollen glitters made his deep eyes sparkle causing her to stare a little longer than she probably should have been.

Lips stretched out into a smile as he practically let himself drown into her gaze. Even in this form, Angel looked so thoughtful whenever she looked over him. As if she wanted to ask so many questions and express so many feelings but ended up becoming comfortably quiet to take everything in. “What’re you thinking about?” Taehyung wanted to keep his voice calm so he wouldn’t disturb the peace between them.

“I just feel nice sharing this with someone.” Angel shifted back into herself though a smile was still present on her lips. “Feels lonely sometimes being up here.”

“I’ll be here now though.” Taehyung reached his hand out for a moment before pulling back.

“But for how long? Not everyone likes being away from the world.”

“I don’t mind being away from the world.” He never lived in this world in the first place. Niether did she. “I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me.” He gave her a reassuring smile.

Angel hummed happily, cheeks burning a little. “Thank you.”

-

“Why have you called me?” Jungkooks’ deadpan voice echoed slightly in the throne room. Hatred always radiated around the Gods aura whenever he came close to Jimin but this was not the time to be bothered by it.

With a twitch of his plump lips, he spoke. “You might despise my very presence…but we’re not so different from each other.” Jimin stood in front of the throne almost as a protective stance. Only his Master could ever sit on it. No one else.

Jungkooks didn’t hold in his bitter laugh. “Ingars are rejected beings of the world. No one wanted to birth you as a human so you’re here…slaves of Gods. We are not the same.”

Jimin kept his chin raised despite the burn brewing in his stomach. “However we have a very similar goal.”

“And what is that?” He seethed.

“You don’t want Angel and Taehyung to reunite just as much as I do.”

The God scoffed although it wasn’t hard to notice his confidence diminishing ever so slightly. “What’re you talking about?”

Fingers clasped together, Jimin stood for a few silent moments to relish in his upper hand before speaking again. “Ingars can sense a Gods power. That is also why we’re slaves of Gods because we understand what we’re up against and we’re not stupid.” He raised a brow. “And you, great God…I can practically smell the desire on you for the Goddess of Creation.”

Bitter smile faded as Jungkooks narrowed his gaze, clear scowl across his features as the amber beamed in his eyes, perfect to intimidate anyone who stood in his way.

Except Jimin was far too dedicated to Taehyung to feel fear for another God anymore.

“You can’t deny it.” The Ingar shook his head. “You’ve always wanted to know what she tasted like. You still do. Now she’s there…no recollection of Taehyung.” A smile ghosted over his lips seeing the softened expression on Jungkooks. “A blank slate of absolute beauty and ethereal power.”

Gaze burned into him with the slight vision of Jimin’ head bursting into flames as he screamed in agony. Despite his mental protests, the thought did seep through to his conscious mind. How Angels’ long, flowing hair would feel in between his fingers. How she smelled whenever she passed him. The moans he caught when walking by their chambers. So needy and sweet. “You really think you have any authority to tell me what I can or can’t do?” Jungkooks hated that his voice was soft, almost meek.

Jimin only grinned as something tingled down his spine. He was breaking. “I don’t have to tell you to do anything. You are—after all—the God of Indulgence. It’s what you do best.” His eyes brightened watching the acceptance as Jungkooks’s eyes faded into a hazel again. “Indulge.”

“Taehyung is going to hate you for saying this.” He tilted his head.

His lips twitched now hearing those dreadful words. Jimin kept his stance as proper as he could pretending it didn’t feel like a thousand stabs to his chest. “No God should be maddened by love to abandon his throne and give it to an Ingar. Don’t you think a God with a clearer mind would let you rule the Heavens in his stead?”

Thankfully, Jungkooks moved deep into thought again unable to form a decent response. Taehyung did trust people far too blindly. Maybe something had to be done about this reunion. But…

“Don’t worry about Belle.” Jimin spoke before Jungkooks’ thoughts could catch up to him. “She would understand that you have bigger things to take care of.”

Jungkooks pressed his lips together. He wanted to spend more time to think it through but there was this tug at the pit of his belly. This is what you do. It’s what you were born for.

Taehyung had the heavens and the love of the Earth, even the good graces of the Mother herself. It was why he was chosen out of the three brothers despite being the youngest. That didn’t mean he deserved to have Angel twice over. He didn’t listen to Tempus. He lost her once. He doesn’t deserve to get her back again.

“I’ll take care of it.” Jungkooks answered trying not show the twisted tickle of excitement that brewed in his stomach as he turned on his heel and moved to the earth below.

The God disappeared from the throne room leaving Jimin to relish in his second achievement with a wide grin and sigh of relief.

“Why did you do that?”

Jimin turned his head to see Hoseok coming out from one of the pillars with a saddened expression. “You wouldn’t understand. I do this for Taehyung.” He kept his gaze at the front of the throne room.

“Belle takes care of Ingars, Jimin.” Hoseok winced. “She’s practically our Mother, you can’t just—”

“Taehyung is my Master.” He shot the other a warning glare.

Hoseok tightened his jaw, shaking his head. “Even if Jungkooks does succeed in taking Angel…how do you think Taehyung is going to feel? He’s been grieving her for centuries, you really expect him to just forget her again.”

“If Angel stays a human and falls in love with someone else then he might.”

“How do you know she’s even going to fall in love with him?”

“It’s Jungkooks sole ability to bring out the indulgent desires in people. She’s going to fall in love with him…and stay away from Taehyung.” Jimin couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having his Master all to himself again.

Hoseok, on the other hand, felt fearful seeing the expression on Jimin’s face and finding nothing but an obsession rotten into pure madness.

-

Coming into the village always became a daunting and refreshing experience for her after being surrounded by animals and plants for most of the year. Angel rode her scooter slowly until she came to a stop near farmer Mins store. Bags of freshly harvested rice carried over to the machine where Min would refine until it turned into a white-ish colour ready to cook.

Angels shoulders ached a little from lugging it around but thankfully, the days were a little cooler nowadays despite sweat gathering at the back of her neck.

“Still not giving up your secret on how you manage to grow all these things so quickly?” Min teased, lines on his tanned face prominent when he grinned.

She chuckled breathlessly placing her hands on her waist. “It’s just luck.” Angel blew cold air down her chest to freshen herself a little when Min moved onto the second bag.

The purr of a motorcycle slowed down in front of the shop. Figure dressed in complete black, long dark parted to the side touching his lashes as he got off the vehicle and picked a metal box strapped on the passenger seat.

Angels eyes flickered down on how tightly his arms flexed clearly heavy before she quickly pulled her gaze away, mentally slapping herself for staring.

“The spare parts you wanted.” He breathed out, placing it on the counter.

“Thank you, son.” Min acknowledged while working on the last bag of rice. “This is Jungkooks, he’s been helping me for a couple of days.” He gestured to the young man.

Jungkooks turned to face the girl, eyes softening as he gave her a small smirk.

“Nice to meet you.” Angel spoke with shy close-lipped smile.

“This is Angel, she works up at the farms in the mountains.” Min continued to introduce the both of them as the machine turned off causing a buzz in their ears.

“That’s a lot of bags to take up the mountains.” Jungkooks looked down at the four thick rice bags. “You want some help?”

While Angel would love to argue that she could do it herself, there was an ache on her shoulder that screamed a little louder. “Uh—yes, if it’s not trouble. Just two of them would be okay.”

“No problem.” Jungkooks smiled walking over to the bags and carrying one of them with surprising ease over his shoulder and placing it on the passenger seat. He could still feel her gaze on him when he carried the second one causing a slight tingle in his belly. How long had he observed those same eyes fixated on Taehyung the whole time? With a light sigh, he had the stacks on the passenger seat before he securely strapped them in. “Did you need help to putting them on your scooter?”

Angel hummed a little in question, quickly mentally nudging herself before shaking her head. “No, no it’s okay. I’ll take these ones.” She chuckled nervously.

Her shoulder panged a little more with pain but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Starting up her scooter again, Angel drove back up to the mountains while Jungkooks followed with a roar of his motorcycle for the incline.

Sun shone brightly down the mountains today, trees and grass a beautiful shade green perfectly accompanied by the bright blue sky. If Angel didn’t know any better she would’ve thought an enlarged picture was displayed before her. Nature sometimes looked far too beautiful to be real.

Angel opened the wooden gates so they could both drive their small vehicles into the courtyard to park. They dropped the rice bags onto the ground for Angel to take care of later.

“Thank you.” She breathed out. “You really didn’t have to.”

“It’s no trouble, seriously.” Jungkooks grinned.

Angel drawled out her gaze again unable to take it off, seeing his hair a little clumped together from sweat and his caramel toned skin glowing in the bright daylight. “Would—” She gestured behind her. “Would you like some tea—or juice, maybe? I made some plum blossom juice that’ll help you cool off.”

He pretended to wonder for a little while even though his decision was already set. “Yeah…I’d love to.” Jungkooks felt his heart jump seeing the beautiful giggle passing through her lips as she led him towards a little sitting area slightly hidden amongst the plants and roses.

“Have a seat here. I’ll get the glasses.” Angel smiled before prancing out of the tiny sanctuary and disappearing amongst the roses.

While Jungkooks waited, he heard footsteps coming towards him. Thinking it was Angel he turned to face the new figure with a grin before it quickly disappeared seeing a sweaty and confused Taehyung.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Taehyung seethed, dropping the basket of lotus flowers on the floor before stomping over to him.

Jungkooks merely smirked. “Just spending some time with a nice girl. What’s the problem?”

The God scoffed bitterly inching closer. “You touch a fucking hair on her head—”

“If she wants me to do it then you have no business kicking my ass.” He stated simply.

Taehyung tightened his jaw, fury burning in his chest and belly while tears stung behind his eyes. “You know what she means to me.” He muttered trying not to have his voice shake in front of him of all people.

Jungkooks felt a light sinking inside him but he quickly averted his gaze. “You don’t own her. Niether do I. I’m simply doing something I’ve never been able to do.”

“You mean you’re gonna sleep with her and move onto the next thing you want your hands on.” He seethed.

“Who said I only wanted to sleep with her?”

“What about Belle?”

If Jungkooks had kept a decent poker face before, it was nowhere to be found now. Expression hardened immediately glaring at the God. “I’m not going to explain myself to you. And for Angels sake, I’d suggest not making a fuss out of it.”

“Oh!” Angels cheery voice shattered through their tension as she walked to the sitting area with a tray. A clear jug filled with purple liquid and three empty glasses stacked on top of one another. “Good, you’re here. It’s nice and cold.” She poured the plum blossoms juice into each glass. “Taehyung, this is Jungkooks. He helped me carry the rice bags up here.” She gave them a full glass with a small smile.

So beautifully unaware of the heated glares shared between the two Gods. Taehyung moved to sit next to Angel out of pettiness.

“I thought about making some sweets for the farmers in the village.” Angel announced in a gentle to the both of them. “Their harvests have been quite slow so I wanted to give them packages of some necessary crops along with it. I have far too much for two people.” She smiled at Taehyung and he immediately returned it albeit a little weakened.

Jungkooks hummed while taking a sip from the lightly sweet juice. “I could help you distribute them. Min doesn’t give me a whole lot of work so I end up getting a lot of free time.”

“That’d be nice.”

Taehyung noticed the subtle flush on her ears that wasn’t there before causing a twist in his belly. It was one thing watching Jungkooks look at Angel a certain way but to have it returned. To see her blush his way and bite down a smile when she noticed Jungkooks looking. He forced himself to take a deep breath, curling his fingers into his palm tightly. “We could start working on it tomorrow.” He quickly smiled even though his eyes weren’t doing the same thing.

Jungkooks was right, Taehyung didn’t own her. Despite the clench in his heart, he had to accept the fact that the love of his life may just slip from his hands this time around. Maybe second chances didn’t exist and fate pulled its strings however it wanted without caring who it hurt or what it destroyed.

-

Writing in a diary had been one of Namjoons suggestions for Taehyung after Angel passed away. Something solid that held all of his memories of her just in case his mind became too fragile to carry them. Taehyung kept the empty notebook for a few years until a few centuries ago, he started spewing his thoughts.

The first day they met when Taehyung saw her playing in the garden of golden bride blossoms where she was born.

The day they first kissed under the peach tree.

The day Angel opened herself up to him, legs tangled, bated breath in the throes of pleasure deep within the gardens at night where no one could see them.

Taehyung wrote everything in his diary. The pages were messy and sometimes a little crumpled. A few of them still had stains of his tears while others had dried up peach flowers pressed against it. However the state, the diary became precious to him. Sometimes when the days got too hard, Taehyung remembered holding it to his chest and pretending it was her instead.

Gods can’t cope like humans do. This was the best I could find. Namjoon told him all those years ago. The King of the Underworld lost the love of his life too except his tragedy was far more permanent. Former Queen Wilhelmina—Minnie, Namjoon would call her—fell into the pit of monsters some called Tartarus. It was a place no God or Goddess soul could come back. Diminished forever.

He almost felt silly mourning Angel when Namjoon had to sleep at night knowing the love of his life could never in any shape or form come back to him. Though his older brother told him in a serious tone that his grief was always valid no matter what others have suffered.

Taehyung didn’t realize how deep he drowned in his thoughts, his hand completely still over the final word on the page as the distant roar pulled him back. Eyes flickered up the closed door of his room when he gained his bearings again. The roar belonged to an irritatingly familiar motorcycle.

Two weeks, Jungkooks had been prancing in and out of the farm, delivering things to Angels door while she invited him in for treats and stories.

Sometimes Taehyung would catch her examining herself in the mirror before he arrived causing his heart plummet back into the abyss. It was not her fault. It was no ones fault. Jungkooks was not forcing her to like him nor was Angel obligated to be loyal to Taehyung in any way other than a good friend.

But he still couldn’t deny the clench in his chest remembering how she used to excitedly rush towards him whenever their eyes met.

Taehyung got off the bed, placing his diary to the side before walking towards one of the windows of his room. It had a clear view of the courtyard where he saw Jungkooks placing baskets of cotton flowers on the ground. He saw the large grin tugging at his lips when another figure rushed towards him.

Loose white T-shirt with her long hair out as Angel smiled down at the flowers. She was speaking about something in such a delicate manner and Taehyung tried not to imagine ripping Jungkooks’ smug smirk off with his bare hands.

As per usual, Angel leads him into the sitting area so he could take a rest as they disappeared out of his sight causing another sink in his belly.

The problem was that Taehyung couldn’t just leave out of the blue either. What would the reason even be? I don’t like that you’re attracted to someone else instead of me like I hoped? Angel would kick him out the second he even insinuated the notion.

Except Taehyung knew Jungkooks. He had an agenda. A twisted desire to take anything that he wanted even though it might break a relationship or someones heart. He never truly cared. For a moment, he thought the God might have some care and loyalty to Belle but as expected, Jungkooks was capable of nothing but being a puppet to his own desires.

-

Jungkooks rode off out of the farm as Angel unloaded the cotton plants on the ground, sitting down on a wooden stool in front of the spread before tying her hair back. Her plantation was a bit far away while she had to take care of her cow giving birth and Jungkooks happened to come around to harvest the plants.

Lulu pitter pattered across the courtyard, sniffing the little cotton plants before waddling over to her leg. She always managed to wake whenever Angel did no matter how quiet her footsteps were.

Brushing her tawny fur, Angel focused back on pulling the fluff from the withered looking plants before placing them into a basket. Light crunching of footsteps caused her ears to prick up as Lulu immediately rushed over towards the oncoming figure. She looked up at the male and smiled. “Morning.”

Taehyung hummed tiredly even though he had been awake for an hour or so already. “I saw Jungkooks coming in again. What happened?”

“He was just helping me harvest the cotton plants.” Angel gestured at the scatter of brown and white.

He scoffed out a small chuckle. “Why didn’t you call me?”

She shrugged nonchalantly making Taehyung burn a little with frustration. “You were sleeping so I didn’t disturb you.”

“I came here to help you on the farm.” He strode around her and crouched down next to the basket, taking a plant to pull the cotton bits out with her. “This means waking up early in the morning for harvesting. Jungkooks isn’t a farmer.”

“Maybe not but he got the plants so it’s fine, Taehyung.”

“I know…it’s just you’ve been sending me off to do errands a lot.”

“He offers and I agree.”

“So you’re just going to agree to everything he offers you?”

Blood boiled inside her as Angel shot him a clear glare, a thick silence plunging between them. One even Lulu could notice when she whined and began prancing towards the pumpkin patches. “I wanted the cotton plants to make a blanket for you because it’s getting colder and you were using a really thin one.” She explained, pulling off the cotton a little roughly than normal.

Taehyung let out a deep sigh weakly placing the cotton bits onto the basket. “I’m just—worried. You can’t keep welcoming people in like this, they might take advantage of you.”

“Where was all this worry when I invited you in here? Hm?” Angel furrowed her brows, pointing an empty cotton plant at him. “You could’ve just as easily taken advantage of me.”

“But I wouldn’t—”

“How do I know that?”

“You can trust me.” He tried to shift forward until a few of the plants pricked him causing him to move back.

“I’ve only known you a couple of months more than Jungkooks. What’s to say you’re not the one I should be looking out for?”

Heart pounded against his ribcages as he saw their bond trembling, threatening to break apart again like it did all those years ago. “I see the way he looks at you…and I recognize it…very well. I know what he wants and you should be careful.”

“What if I want what he wants too?”

Taehyung swallowed down the painful lump in his throat, shifting where he crouched before standing back up on his feet again with a sigh. He looked down at the woman; that confused look in her eyes again. She was still trying so hard to figure things out. He would only make everything complicated by fighting against it. “Then you know yourself better than I do.”

Angel didn’t reply and moved back to working on the cotton plants again to distract herself from the slight sinking feeling in her gut. “The green plums are ripening. Can you pick them out for me?”

He took a small breath to say something else but it was clear their conversation would only spoil rotten if they kept dragging the same issue. “Of course.” Taehyung padded over to the edge of the farm where the sugar plum trees stood. His only hope now was that the fight was temporary and not something he was going to regret for centuries again.

-

Once the cotton was completely freed from its plants, Angel decided to take a walk down the peach blossom trees to calm herself down a little. Petals gently trailed down to the ground with familiar scent of honey and almond that seemed to manifest in the natural aroma of her favourite flowers. Aside from the Golden Lotus flowers anyway.

“You okay?”

Angel turned to the side, eyes a little widened at the sudden voice in a calm place. Though her heart quickly calmed seeing Jungkooks. “It’s nothing.” She shook her head. “I get like this sometimes.”

Jungkooks’ expression softened carefully padding closer to the girl. “Like what?”

“Zoned out and confused.” She chuckled nervously, taking a deep inhale until her chest puffed out before loudly sighing to ease some of tension on her nerves. “I don’t know why though…I love being here, in this place and I definitely don’t want to go to the city with those boring buildings.” Angel grimaced lightly. “But—”

He stood only an inch away from her, hands in the pockets of his jeans but his eyes reaching deep into hers. There was this sensible part of him that felt a tinge of guilt. Jungkooks knew who Angel was truly and clearly she desperately wanted to know who she really was. But the selfish part of him liked it. The other Angel would immediately start thinking of Taehyung or go to him for comfort. Not this time. “It’s okay to feel confused sometimes.” Jungkooks smiled. “I never know what I’m doing with my life half the time.” He meant it as a joke but it felt too real to say it out loud.

This was what you did. You indulge in anything you ever want.

Angel grinned, letting out a small chuckle through her nose before relaxing against the bark of one of the blossom trees. A strange tug pulled at her belly almost to the point of aching. Brows furrowed at the feeling as she squirmed lightly.

“What is it?” Jungkooks smirked towering over her gorgeous form until he could almost cage her against the tree. He waited until she breathed a little easier, leaning in and brushing their noses to relax her into the touch.

She felt the blossoms falling on her head.

Blurry shapes coming towards her.

The tug in her belly turning to searing pain as Jungkooks’ lips pressed chastely against her own.

Blood. So much blood everywhere.

Heat rushing to her head, something stomping on her arms. Bones crushing under the impact.

“Jimin…” Crying. Begging. So much pain.

Angel pressed her hand against Jungkooks’ chest, breathing heavily like she had just reached the surface after almost drowning. She looked up at the peach blossom tree, feeling her heart race through her ribcages until it could jump to her throat.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkooks cupped her cheek gently, feeling a burn of clarity when he realized his actions. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No uh—” She shook her head. “I just—I just remembered something, I need to go.” Angel attempted a small smile before rushing back to the farm.

Jimin.

Who’s Jimin?

-

“Jimin…” Belle whispered looking down at the orb in her hands, light reflecting the thick tears brewing in her eyes at the vision before her.

Jungkooks pinning Angel against the tree with full confidence and kissing her. Maybe he forgot. Or maybe he didn’t care that Belle could watch over all of them to ensure Taehyung and Angel were doing well. Clearly Jungkooks didn’t want the same.

Swallowing down the painful lump in her throat, she forced herself to watch the whole ordeal until Angel pushed him away gently before leaving. Belle let out a shaky breath. “You’re saying Jimin did it.”

Hoseok stammered lightly feeling a tight clench in his heart seeing the good-hearted Goddess look so broken. A part of him wanted to embrace him to provide some comfort but he knew that was far too inappropriate. “He admitted it to me. Said he did it for Taehyung so he could be with him instead.”

“So—he sent Jungkooks here?” Belle asked.

“Yes.”

“Was he…threatened in any way?” Hopeful eyes looked over at the Ingar but the reluctant expression on his face was enough of an answer for her. Belle scoffed lightly. “Of course he wasn’t.”

Hoseok played with his fingers to resist himself from just wrapping his arms around her. So many Ingars loved her. Every Ingar did save for one. “Should I not have told you, dear Goddess?”

“No, you did good.” Belle nodded immediately, wiping away her tears before smiling at the Ingar. “You did good, Hoseok, don’t worry. But I do need you to help me.”

“Of course, anything.”

Closing her palms together, the Goddess adorned a more collected look even though her eyes were still reddened from her sadness. She met Hoseoks’ gaze with a proper stance closing off the vulnerability that was shown not too long ago. “I need you to discreetly send two messages.”

Hoseok nodded without hesitation. “To whom?”

“One to the God of the Ocean.” Belle instructed. “And other to the King of the Underworld. Tell them it’s a case of the highest form of treason which needs their immediate audience.”

The Ingar bowed down before nodding. “Right away, dear Goddess.” Hoseok declared, turning on his heel and walking out of her private chambers.

Door thud closed; sound reverberating in her ears as Belle dropped down on the edge of the bed. Stupid to think he had any other feelings other than desire. Sniffling, she shifted to hug her knees to her chest, sobs pushing out of her while she waited for the two Gods to settle a long buried tragedy once and for all.

-

Brisk walking turned to sprints as Angel tried to get to the farm as soon as possible. When she reached the courtyard, her heart dropped at the lack of any figure near the green plum trees. Though the fruits were all picked off. Her mind still had that name rushing over and over again. Trying to figure out what it meant. Why it was so important to her.

And why Angel suddenly felt the need to find Taehyung when she remembered it.

The desperation to see his face grew like a weed in her heart. She scoured each room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him somewhere until finally coming down to where grape vines were. A light sigh of relief passed through her. He was still there.

Carefully padding into the aisle he stood in, Angel placed her hands behind her back coming closer shyly. “You must’ve been working for a while.” She glanced down at the basket filled to the brim with fresh grapes.

“I wanted to distract myself.” Taehyung mumbled, keeping his eyes on the grapes as he picked more of to add to his pile.

She looked up at the thickening grey clouds mixing in with the sharp, dampened air kissing her flesh. “Looks like it’s going to rain soon.”

The man only shrugged in response glancing up at the sky. “I like rain.”

“Yes but once Tonitruas drums start beating, it’s gonna get dangerous so—” Angel gently held onto his arm except the other seemed to still. She met his gaze; immediately finding slight shock across his eyes. “What?”

“How do you know Tonitrua?” Eyes widened hearing that name again from someone on earth.

Tonitrua and Nijis story had been ancient. Lost in the ages and adapted to new names with changed stories that matched their current society. Hearing someone say the original term felt strange—and hopeful.

Angel averted her gaze in thought, bottom lips pouting out a little making Taehyungs heart flutter. “I actually don’t remember.” She chuckled. “Maybe one of the stories Grandma Jung told me.”

In his softened state, Taehyung allowed himself to be pulled by Angel into the sitting area where he placed the heavy basket of grapes. When Angel left to come back with some basins to put all the grapes in, rain began trickling down on the farm calmly creating a comfortable atmosphere around them.

“Maybe now that it’s raining, the farmers can get good harvests.” Angel muttered filling the basins up with water and carefully washing the fruits; aside from a few she snacked on herself. She brought one up to Taehyung mouth with a sweet smile.

He hesitated for a moment before biting onto the grape gently, pretending his cheeks weren’t on fire at the action. “If not we have a lot of flour and grains they could use.”

Angel hummed. They continued to wash the grapes in a serene silence watching the rain grow a little heavy, blurring the mountains from clear sight in a grey fog. The memory hit her then of what she saw under the peach blossom tree. Strange and terrifying dreams were something Angel had grown used to; even Mother Jung suggested it was due to her working all the time. Except it still made her curious to whether it all meant something. “Taehyung?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know a Jimin?”

Taehyung’ heart leaped right up to his throat as his hands stilled over the basin. “Why—why do you ask?”

“It’s weird but—I had this—dream, I guess…it was really scary and I could feel something hurting here.” Angel gestured to her abdomen causing Taehyung to swallow down a lump in his throat. “Then I kept saying Jimin–or…I don’t know if it was me but—” She shook her head, searching his expression before chuckling nervously. “It sounds really strange, I know.”

“No, it’s cool that you want to find a meaning.” Taehyung smiled. He could never imagine how fuzzy her mind must be, holding all those memories in the back but never understanding why they were there. “Sometimes if a name comes up in this life that you don’t recognize, it could be from a past life.”

Angel taught him that.

“I wish there was a way we could figure our past lives.”

He sighed. “I wish it too.”

Angel bit down her bottom lip, keeping her gaze down on the grapes as she took longer than normal caressing one grape. “Jungkooks kissed me.”

Taehyung didn’t mean to but his fingers managed to squeeze one of the grapes into nothing but skin and juice as the words reached his ear. “Sorry.” He opted to snack on the destroyed fruit before wiping his hand. “Did you—was it consensual?”

“I mean I wanted him to…” She shrugged. “But when it happened I—it felt weird.”

“Is he a bad kisser?” The corner of his lips twitched up.

Angel giggled. “No but…it kind of felt wrong.”

Taehyung’ eyes flickered up to face her, curiosity piquing. “Like how?”

“Like—I was cheating on someone or just kissing the wrong person, I don’t know.”

“I guess that’s understandable.” Taehyung tried his best not to grin too hard at the new information even though a proud smile brightened his features. “Maybe your soulmate is nearby…I heard that’s a thing where you can’t date other people if the one you’re meant to be with is close to you.”

“Is that so?” Angel smirked. “That’s interesting cause I live alone up here.”

“Alone?” He raised a brow, unable to hide the slightly offended look on his face. Though it quickly faded when Angel let out an adorable chuckle.

With a bright smile, she picked up the basins of clean grapes. “I might take you up on that soulmate thing though.” She mused before disappearing into the storage area.

All the while, Taehyung couldn’t help but let out a small, excited laugh knowing even in the midst of memory loss and Jungkooks’ interference, Angel still fought for them somewhere deep inside. The thought was all he needed to stay hopeful.

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