#taekook au
Jungkook just broke up with his boyfriend, (& he’s kinda really cut up, but no one else knows).
He goes for a walk to clear his head, but little does he know that he passes through a source of energy that clings to him — activating the Demon of Heartbreak.
Jungkook just broke up with his boyfriend, (& he’s kinda really cut up, but no one else knows).
He goes for a walk to clear his head, but little does he know that he passes through a source of energy that clings to him — activating the Demon of Heartbreak.
👀
🥶
poor koo😔
that’s all i got for now if you guys like it though i’ll continue 😇
i lied i’m continuing rn
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14. oh to be demon tae trying to navigate twitter
15. (warning for cheating sorry sorry 🥺)
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i must pause here! i’ll continue soon thanks for the love
20. here we go
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22. glop😔
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[just a warning m*ngyu’s character shows traits of emotional manipulation. it’s not explicit and it’s very minor but it does mess w jk’s head so just a warning. also this has nothing to do w him as a person i love him i promise]
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30. protect kook
31. way to be suave tae
32. so he told his friends 🥺😔
33. kook protection squad assemble
34. at the party (what’s that tae 😳)
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okay that’s it for now🥰 (what’s happening with taehyung you ask? exactly)
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Taehyung feels his nose pinch, wrapping his chewing gum around his finger as he stares at Jungkook’s messages. He keeps the other end of the gum steady with his teeth, pulling as he contemplates his next course of action.
He needs to make Jungkook suffer. Just a little bit.
He needs to make Jungkook suffer. Just a little bit.
He doesn’t know what Jungkook’s implying about his nipples, looking down at the way the gum has twisted around his index finger.
Whatever it is, he was going to have to pay.
As he stares at his human finger, he appreciates the delicacy.
Whatever it is, he was going to have to pay.
As he stares at his human finger, he appreciates the delicacy.
It’s something he can’t quite experience in his demon form, enjoying the few perks the human body gives him.
As he continues staring at his finger, an idea pops into his mind.
He smiles, placing the gum back into his mouth before he (regrettably) swallows it down.
As he continues staring at his finger, an idea pops into his mind.
He smiles, placing the gum back into his mouth before he (regrettably) swallows it down.
Taehyung squares his shoulders, settling on his oh, so brilliant plan.
He’s going to appear in front of Jungkook, spook him just enough that he knows Exactly who is boss.
Taehyung can’t have some human controlling the reins between them, that’s Not fucking on.
He’s going to appear in front of Jungkook, spook him just enough that he knows Exactly who is boss.
Taehyung can’t have some human controlling the reins between them, that’s Not fucking on.
Imagine what everyone else would think?
What the other demons would think?
All Powerful Taehyung, unexplained stomach tingles because of a *human.*
Nah uh, not happening.
What the other demons would think?
All Powerful Taehyung, unexplained stomach tingles because of a *human.*
Nah uh, not happening.
So, Taehyung grits his teeth—committed, concentrating on the energy he can feel in Jungkook’s heart.
He can sense it, no matter where he is. Sinking into the feeling as a specific tingling sensation buzzes all over his form, closing his eyes.
He can sense it, no matter where he is. Sinking into the feeling as a specific tingling sensation buzzes all over his form, closing his eyes.
Taehyung’s logic decides to make an appearance, knowing that he *technically* shouldn’t be doing this.
He really shouldn’t be showing Jungkook his human form (or any form, for that matter).
Though, there’s no denying—Taehyung needs to drill in a point.
He really shouldn’t be showing Jungkook his human form (or any form, for that matter).
Though, there’s no denying—Taehyung needs to drill in a point.
And hell, he’s just a tiny bit curious.
Curious of the human who can keep him intrigued, can hold a conversation with him, make those damn weird tingles appear in the pit of his stomach.
Curious of the human who can keep him intrigued, can hold a conversation with him, make those damn weird tingles appear in the pit of his stomach.
He needs to google what that specific stomach flip means, just like he’s seen people do in movies. Find out what the Internet tells him, certain that it won’t lie to him, right?
(is it called google? Maybe? Taehyung’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance).
(is it called google? Maybe? Taehyung’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance).
No more distractions.
He clears his throat, cracking his neck. He enjoys when the bones inside him cooperate, cracking in return.
He grins, setting his eyes.
Then, he shifts.
He materialises in front of Jungkook not even a moment later.
He clears his throat, cracking his neck. He enjoys when the bones inside him cooperate, cracking in return.
He grins, setting his eyes.
Then, he shifts.
He materialises in front of Jungkook not even a moment later.
The energy settling around him in this space is bizarre, his feet finding the floor before he realises that he’s in a dorm room.
The first thing that he notices is the intense energy he feels all over this skin, hitting him square in the chest as his eyes land on Jungkook.
The first thing that he notices is the intense energy he feels all over this skin, hitting him square in the chest as his eyes land on Jungkook.
Taehyung’s eyes land on Jungkook’s bare legs before they land on anything else.
Jungkook’s sitting in the middle of his bed, those long legs crossed, his back straight and taut.
Jungkook’s sitting in the middle of his bed, those long legs crossed, his back straight and taut.
His eyes are so wide and fascinating from this angle, especially with them staring directly at Taehyung like he can’t quite believe what he’s looking at.
Taehyung tilts his head. Jungkook just looks back at him, his mouth now slightly agape.
Taehyung tilts his head. Jungkook just looks back at him, his mouth now slightly agape.
Despite the intense aura in this room, Taehyung’s enjoying this way too much.
“Boo,” he whispers, his voice low and grainy—plucked straight out of a nightmare.
Jungkook’s breath stills, his eyes not even blinking.
After a particularly long pause, he lets out a scream.
“Boo,” he whispers, his voice low and grainy—plucked straight out of a nightmare.
Jungkook’s breath stills, his eyes not even blinking.
After a particularly long pause, he lets out a scream.
It’s not a high-pitched scream. It’s not even that loud, really. More of a yelp if anything, scrambling backwards on his bed as the sheets bunch at his feet.
“W-what the *fuck,*” Jungkook knocks his elbow into the headboard behind him, producing a tight hiss.
“W-what the *fuck,*” Jungkook knocks his elbow into the headboard behind him, producing a tight hiss.
“Taehyung? Is that? No—it can’t be. Okay,” he knocks his arm into the wall this time, but he doesn’t take notice.
“Alright. Pep-talk, Jungkook. You’re very drunk. Super drunk. Think, did someone spike your drink?”
“Alright. Pep-talk, Jungkook. You’re very drunk. Super drunk. Think, did someone spike your drink?”
Taehyung can’t help but chuckle at his reaction, definitely enjoying this way too much.
He steps towards him, gliding his fingers along the top of his duvet to where Jungkook is nestled into the corner of his bed.
He steps towards him, gliding his fingers along the top of his duvet to where Jungkook is nestled into the corner of his bed.
It’s when Taehyung is less than a metre away that a certain feeling ripples across his skin.
He stops abruptly, his feet cementing to the floor.
He’s staring at Jungkook’s chest, his eyes locked right on his heart.
He stops abruptly, his feet cementing to the floor.
He’s staring at Jungkook’s chest, his eyes locked right on his heart.
He can hear Jungkook’s heart pumping inside his rib cage—fast, full, increasingly overwhelming to all of Taehyung’s senses.
It’s loud, daunting.
And all too alluring in a way that he’s never experienced in front of a human before.
It’s loud, daunting.
And all too alluring in a way that he’s never experienced in front of a human before.
Usually, he feels nothing.
Consuming a human heart was as mundane as anything, evoking no particular feeling inside of him.
It was fun. Used to pass the time—to experience a thrill in their pain.
This, this is different. This is—
“Fuck,” Taehyung whispers, his voice tight.
Consuming a human heart was as mundane as anything, evoking no particular feeling inside of him.
It was fun. Used to pass the time—to experience a thrill in their pain.
This, this is different. This is—
“Fuck,” Taehyung whispers, his voice tight.
Now, he feels the insides of his body twisting in ways that he couldn’t describe even if he tried.
It hurts, it hurts looking at Jungkook like this.
He looks confused, frightened. Yet despite that, he’s not shaking in uncontrollable pain.
It hurts, it hurts looking at Jungkook like this.
He looks confused, frightened. Yet despite that, he’s not shaking in uncontrollable pain.
Normally the humans Taehyung preys on want to get away from him, do everything in their power to run away.
Jungkook doesn’t look like he wants to run.
He looks like he’s waiting to see what Taehyung will do, his thighs pressed against his chest, those big eyes watching him.
Jungkook doesn’t look like he wants to run.
He looks like he’s waiting to see what Taehyung will do, his thighs pressed against his chest, those big eyes watching him.
Taehyung can’t do it. He can’t be close to him like this. The insides of his human form feels like they’re caving in.
He closes his eyes—he can’t even look at Jungkook.
Not when he’s looking back at Taehyung like that.
He closes his eyes—he can’t even look at Jungkook.
Not when he’s looking back at Taehyung like that.
Taehyung shifts back to his place without another word, removing himself from the proximity of Jungkook’s precious heart.
(bonus: Taehyung google’s the stomach tingles)
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85. jk’s being horn knee everyone look away 😔
86. baby’s learning emotions
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Jungkook locks his phone on Taehyung’s text thread, throwing his phone onto his bed.
He scowls, needing to find something proper to wear to go over to Mingyu’s place. He lives a little off campus, needing to catch a bus to get there.
He scowls, needing to find something proper to wear to go over to Mingyu’s place. He lives a little off campus, needing to catch a bus to get there.
Leaving his dorm in his pink pyjama shorts was probably not the best idea.
But before he can even take a proper step towards his closet, a strange energy settles over the room.
Jungkook stills, his breath catching in his throat.
But before he can even take a proper step towards his closet, a strange energy settles over the room.
Jungkook stills, his breath catching in his throat.
The feeling washes over him, sending an ice cold shiver down his spine.
“No, no,” Jungkook steps backwards towards his bed, recognising it as the identical feeling he felt the other night.
When he was drunk, thinking he saw Taehyung standing at the foot of his bed.
“No, no,” Jungkook steps backwards towards his bed, recognising it as the identical feeling he felt the other night.
When he was drunk, thinking he saw Taehyung standing at the foot of his bed.
When that face masked in shadows was staring right back at him.
Before Jungkook can take another step, he feels hot pressure settle over the room. It flushes all the way down to his toes, making him feel like he’s glued to the floor.
Suddenly, there’s an audible snap.
Before Jungkook can take another step, he feels hot pressure settle over the room. It flushes all the way down to his toes, making him feel like he’s glued to the floor.
Suddenly, there’s an audible snap.
Then, there’s Taehyung.
Standing right in front of him.
“Jungkookie,” Taehyung whispers, not even a pause to allow Jungkook to blink. His voice is grainy, his eyes so dark they almost look completely back.
Jungkook doesn’t know how to process what’s right in front of him.
Standing right in front of him.
“Jungkookie,” Taehyung whispers, not even a pause to allow Jungkook to blink. His voice is grainy, his eyes so dark they almost look completely back.
Jungkook doesn’t know how to process what’s right in front of him.
Taehyung, or what he thinks is Taehyung, steps close enough that Jungkook could count every pore on his face.
If only he had any, skin like porcelain—the curves of his face follow in symmetry, as if they’ve been crafted by some sort of higher power.
If only he had any, skin like porcelain—the curves of his face follow in symmetry, as if they’ve been crafted by some sort of higher power.
His eyes look like they hold multitudes, a deep scope harbouring a type of essence that Jungkook’s never seen in anyone’s eyes before.
It’s the middle of the day this time, the trick of the moonlight and a drunken mind not present to blur the lines between fiction and reality.
It’s the middle of the day this time, the trick of the moonlight and a drunken mind not present to blur the lines between fiction and reality.
Taehyung is really standing in front of Jungkook, his eyes shimmering in the sunlight.
“I would suggest you don’t go against what I say to you,” Taehyung steps forward, his lips moving in a way that makes Jungkook feel like he’s watching him underwater.
“I would suggest you don’t go against what I say to you,” Taehyung steps forward, his lips moving in a way that makes Jungkook feel like he’s watching him underwater.
Jungkook bumps into his mattress and falls backwards, his heart beating so fast in his chest that it makes him feel like he’s going to puke.
Taehyung looks down at his chest as if on command, watching it in the same way he had last time.
Taehyung looks down at his chest as if on command, watching it in the same way he had last time.
Jungkook almost thinks this nightmare is about to end, gripping the sheets so tight that it hurts under his fingernails.
That’s when Taehyung abruptly drops to his knees, his palms smacking on top of Jungkook’s bare thighs.
“Why does your heart always do that?”
That’s when Taehyung abruptly drops to his knees, his palms smacking on top of Jungkook’s bare thighs.
“Why does your heart always do that?”
Taehyung’s voice suddenly sounds more normal-like, more understandable. It’s not as grainy—not as menacing.
Jungkook exhales harshly, shifting his legs before Taehyung grips them harder.
Jungkook exhales harshly, shifting his legs before Taehyung grips them harder.
“Maybe if we figure out your heart,” Taehyung grapples, staring at his chest. “We can figure out my butterfly.”
Taehyung’s hands feel burning hot on his legs, so hot that Jungkook feels it tingle all the way up his skin.
Taehyung’s hands feel burning hot on his legs, so hot that Jungkook feels it tingle all the way up his skin.
Taehyung looks out of this world—whatever Jungkook’s brain is conjuring up right now, it has somehow formed the perfect human.
He can feel the way even just imagining Taehyung’s presence has placed a hot pressure over his room, shifting the energy from how it normally is.
He can feel the way even just imagining Taehyung’s presence has placed a hot pressure over his room, shifting the energy from how it normally is.
It’s unlike anything Jungkook has felt before, like he’s been blown up to the point of bursting, watching it all unfold from a distance.
The person kneeling in front of him looks like the supposed selfies Taehyung had once sent, but that’s all Jungkook’s brain can process.
The person kneeling in front of him looks like the supposed selfies Taehyung had once sent, but that’s all Jungkook’s brain can process.
He doesn’t know how his imagination feels this real.
How this Taehyung feels so real.
“Jungkook?” Taehyung mumbles, tilting his head.
He still looks so frightening; animalistic.
How this Taehyung feels so real.
“Jungkook?” Taehyung mumbles, tilting his head.
He still looks so frightening; animalistic.
His eyes continuing to glimmer in a way that makes Jungkook feel dizzy, his hair reflecting the sunlight so it looks like absolutely nothing to touching him.
“Who-who the fuck are you?”
“Who-who the fuck are you?”
Jungkook moves back slightly, Taehyung’s fingers slipping away from holding the tops of his thighs. He seems embarrassed—or, well—that’s what his pink cheeks would suggest.
His face doesn’t pinch in embarrassment like it should, he only watches Jungkook closely.
His face doesn’t pinch in embarrassment like it should, he only watches Jungkook closely.
“I’ve told you so many times. I’m a demon, Jungkook. Stop making your heart do that, it’s making me feel funny.”
Jungkook’s eyes flicker down to his chest, as if he can see his heart through his body.
“Doing what?”
Jungkook’s eyes flicker down to his chest, as if he can see his heart through his body.
“Doing what?”
“You’re not scared of me,” Taehyung murmurs, more to himself than to Jungkook. He turns his body away, staring at the floor in thought.
“I’ve never known what a human not being scared of me feels like before.”
“I’ve never known what a human not being scared of me feels like before.”
He then moves so fast that Jungkook has a face full of Taehyung before he realises anything else.
This close up, he can count every eyelash. See that the shimmering in his iris is phenomenal, completely unreal.
It’s like Taehyung’s staring right at his soul.
This close up, he can count every eyelash. See that the shimmering in his iris is phenomenal, completely unreal.
It’s like Taehyung’s staring right at his soul.
His breath feels hot on his chin, his arms on either side of Jungkook’s legs as he slowly raises himself so that they’re eye to eye.
Jungkook holds his breath as Taehyung observes him, his eyes flickering down to his chest before his eyebrows pinch.
Jungkook holds his breath as Taehyung observes him, his eyes flickering down to his chest before his eyebrows pinch.
“You’re making me feel stupid things, Jungkook-ah.”
For the first time in his life, Jungkook feels his whole reality crumble.
Because that’s when Taehyung disappears right in front of his eyes, his physical body leaving in a misty blur.
For the first time in his life, Jungkook feels his whole reality crumble.
Because that’s when Taehyung disappears right in front of his eyes, his physical body leaving in a misty blur.
117. pray for him
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119. tae texts joon.....
120. ⚰️
[warning for: descriptions of blood, a beginning of a panic attack]
Jungkook finds himself lying in the middle of his bed as he stares at a spot in the corner of his ceiling.
He doesn’t quite remember how he got there, the past 15 minutes are a bit of a blur.
Jungkook finds himself lying in the middle of his bed as he stares at a spot in the corner of his ceiling.
He doesn’t quite remember how he got there, the past 15 minutes are a bit of a blur.
All he knows is that he’s desperately trying to piece together what he just witnessed with his own two eyes.
His brain has somehow, so realistic to the point of utter confusion, has rematerialised the nightmare he experienced drunk in his room a couple days prior.
His brain has somehow, so realistic to the point of utter confusion, has rematerialised the nightmare he experienced drunk in his room a couple days prior.
Jungkook’s sure his brain is playing tricks on him; there’s no way that people are able to teleport whenever they want.
It can’t be real. Things like this don’t happen.
It can’t be real. Things like this don’t happen.
Taehyung looked real, sure, there was even a moment where Jungkook thought that the sensations he felt must be genuine to some extent.
The hot pressure of the room, the way Taehyung’s voice had sounded so convincing, even the way he moved seemed so human, so life-like.
The hot pressure of the room, the way Taehyung’s voice had sounded so convincing, even the way he moved seemed so human, so life-like.
Yet, now, lying here in the middle of his bed—he’s second guessing himself.
He could boil it down to all of it just being a dream, that it was perhaps just a trick of the light. Maybe he passed out cold without realising,
He could boil it down to all of it just being a dream, that it was perhaps just a trick of the light. Maybe he passed out cold without realising,
only to imagine a hyper-realistic rendition of Taehyung appearing in his room.
Could even be a daydream that blurred his perception of reality, muddying the lines between what he knows to be true mixing with the fantasies in his head.
Could even be a daydream that blurred his perception of reality, muddying the lines between what he knows to be true mixing with the fantasies in his head.
Jungkook is sure that he must be imagining all of it.
Because things like this don't happen.
He exhales roughly, closing his eyes. Getting on with the rest of his day will help him forget all of it. Put these unprecedented occurrences behind him and out of his mind.
Because things like this don't happen.
He exhales roughly, closing his eyes. Getting on with the rest of his day will help him forget all of it. Put these unprecedented occurrences behind him and out of his mind.
Just convince himself that it won’t happen again.
Jungkook smiles to himself—no more teleporting—or shifting, or disappearing, or reappearing—or just—
That’s when he suddenly stills. New, unforeseen anxiety nestling in his chest.
Jungkook smiles to himself—no more teleporting—or shifting, or disappearing, or reappearing—or just—
That’s when he suddenly stills. New, unforeseen anxiety nestling in his chest.
That same hot, stifling pressure from before begins to creep all over his skin.
Feeling jittery, his fight or flight response kicks in.
It has to be an intruder, someone playing tricks on him—maybe they slipped something into his food to make him hallucinate,
Feeling jittery, his fight or flight response kicks in.
It has to be an intruder, someone playing tricks on him—maybe they slipped something into his food to make him hallucinate,
make him feel like all of this is somehow plausible.
Jungkook’s fingers curl into a fists on their own accord.
Whatever is tricking him is making the room feel warped and twisted, moving all too quickly this time round.
Much different from the previous times.
Jungkook’s fingers curl into a fists on their own accord.
Whatever is tricking him is making the room feel warped and twisted, moving all too quickly this time round.
Much different from the previous times.
The sensations across Jungkook’s skin barely tingle before there’s an audible pop, Taehyung materialising in his room yet again.
Right above his reclined form.
Taehyung’s arms appear on either side of his head, his face so close that Jungkook barely has a moment to react.
Right above his reclined form.
Taehyung’s arms appear on either side of his head, his face so close that Jungkook barely has a moment to react.
All Jungkook sees is his grin gleaming, absolutely zero regard for personal space. He vaguely registers that Taehyung’s legs are lying right on top of his own, the pressure on him palpable.
Unfortunately for Taehyung, Jungkook’s mind was already made up.
Unfortunately for Taehyung, Jungkook’s mind was already made up.
That's when he punches Taehyung right in the middle of his nose.
“Fuck—!”
Taehyung falls sideways into the bed, his hand immediately covering his nose as a low hiss continues to release out of him—kind of like an old freight train.
“Fuck—!”
Taehyung falls sideways into the bed, his hand immediately covering his nose as a low hiss continues to release out of him—kind of like an old freight train.
“Taehyung?”
“Oh, my god. What the fuck. This actually hurts—“
Jungkook’s reality begins to crumble again, because punching Taehyung felt like punching something real. His hand tingles, hurting as the tops of his knuckles throb in pain.
“Oh, my god. What the fuck. This actually hurts—“
Jungkook’s reality begins to crumble again, because punching Taehyung felt like punching something real. His hand tingles, hurting as the tops of his knuckles throb in pain.
All of this was not boding well for any of Jungkook’s theories.
He sees Taehyung roll onto his back, cupping his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. As he watches the way Taehyung groans, Jungkook begins to scramble.
He sees Taehyung roll onto his back, cupping his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. As he watches the way Taehyung groans, Jungkook begins to scramble.
He sits up on his hands and knees as he peers at him, the situation in front of him giving him the beginning of a migraine.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles, not even sure what or who he’s apologising to. He grits his teeth as he watches Taehyung writhe in pain,
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles, not even sure what or who he’s apologising to. He grits his teeth as he watches Taehyung writhe in pain,
his legs curling into his chest, much like any human would if they were punched in the nose.
Jungkook’s defences rise back up, moving his hands away from Taehyung’s upper body, trying to create distance between them.
Jungkook’s defences rise back up, moving his hands away from Taehyung’s upper body, trying to create distance between them.
He watches Taehyung sit up slowly, his right eye squinting rapidly as he moves his hand away from his nose.
Oh, hell.
“Blood,” Taehyung breathes, staring at his hand.
Jungkook feels sick.
Oh, hell.
“Blood,” Taehyung breathes, staring at his hand.
Jungkook feels sick.
All of this feels so real, the indisputable truth of Taehyung’s entire nose and upper lip smeared red attesting to that fact.
The blood starts to drip down Taehyung’s upper lip and make its way into his mouth, a particularly heavy dribble finding its way to his tongue as he
The blood starts to drip down Taehyung’s upper lip and make its way into his mouth, a particularly heavy dribble finding its way to his tongue as he
swipes the muscle across his top lip. Taehyung collects the liquid on the tip of his tongue, his expression curious.
“<Ew>,” Jungkook pulls back, unable to remove the absolute revulsion from his tone.
Taehyung’s face twists in disgust as the taste settles on his tongue.
“<Ew>,” Jungkook pulls back, unable to remove the absolute revulsion from his tone.
Taehyung’s face twists in disgust as the taste settles on his tongue.
He stares back at Jungkook as he lets his tongue hang out of his mouth, trying to rid himself of the metallic taste.
Jungkook can’t handle this anymore, he really, really can’t.
“Who,” he breathes, stepping off the bed. “The fuck are you,”
Jungkook can’t handle this anymore, he really, really can’t.
“Who,” he breathes, stepping off the bed. “The fuck are you,”
he stands, refusing to break eye contact with him. “And why the fuck are you /here/.”
Taehyung scrunches his nose as Jungkook steps backwards, vaguely wondering if he should at least find a towel so he can clean his face. He hates himself for thinking that,
Taehyung scrunches his nose as Jungkook steps backwards, vaguely wondering if he should at least find a towel so he can clean his face. He hates himself for thinking that,
but he glances at his laundry basket, anyway. The hand towel he threw in there yesterday is still sitting on top of the pile.
“Jungkook, I’m your assigned demon. If I have to say this one more time—“
“Jungkook, I’m your assigned demon. If I have to say this one more time—“
Jungkook reaches sideways and grabs the towel with more force than necessary, holding it in his grip like a weapon.
“Yeah, well,” Jungkook glares at Taehyung, who looks at the towel with utter confusion. “That doesn’t explain shit to me.”
“Yeah, well,” Jungkook glares at Taehyung, who looks at the towel with utter confusion. “That doesn’t explain shit to me.”
Jungkook pivots the towel towards him, hitting Taehyung’s face with perfect aim. The towel slaps him on his cheek before it falls into his lap rather unceremoniously.
“You just fucking—*appear*—in my room like it’s fucking normal.
“You just fucking—*appear*—in my room like it’s fucking normal.
I feel like I’m going insane. This can’t be real, this can’t—“
Jungkook’s hands come up to cover his ears, feeling uninvited nausea collecting in his chest.
Everything up until this moment feels like some sort of sick joke.
Jungkook’s hands come up to cover his ears, feeling uninvited nausea collecting in his chest.
Everything up until this moment feels like some sort of sick joke.
That first encounter when he was drunk, he could’ve solely blamed that on the alcohol. And he did, which is why he could get through those few days with his sanity somewhat present.
Then, the encounter 20 minutes ago felt a little more real. But he was calm—
Then, the encounter 20 minutes ago felt a little more real. But he was calm—
he didn’t understand it, could have convinced himself it was an elaborate fever dream.
Something he could rationalise before Taehyung went and appeared in front of him—yet *again.*
Now, with the way punching him hurt his hand, the very real looking blood all over his nose,
Something he could rationalise before Taehyung went and appeared in front of him—yet *again.*
Now, with the way punching him hurt his hand, the very real looking blood all over his nose,
and that by this point—a third time just /can’t be a coincidence./
All of it was just too fucking much.
Before Jungkook realises what’s happening, Taehyung’s standing right in front of him.
It startles him, his arms covering his chest subconsciously.
All of it was just too fucking much.
Before Jungkook realises what’s happening, Taehyung’s standing right in front of him.
It startles him, his arms covering his chest subconsciously.
Taehyung’s mere presence is an anomaly, not even noticing him walk over.
Jungkook shuffles back, looking at Taehyung from under his lashes. He’s attempted a pretty mediocre job at best with wiping his face, blood still smeared all over his nose.
Jungkook shuffles back, looking at Taehyung from under his lashes. He’s attempted a pretty mediocre job at best with wiping his face, blood still smeared all over his nose.
The blood rushing through Jungkook's ears was so loud at this point—his mind frazzled and unresponsive.
He jumps when Taehyung reaches his hand out towards him.
“You’re scared this time,” Taehyung mumbles, sounding upset.
He jumps when Taehyung reaches his hand out towards him.
“You’re scared this time,” Taehyung mumbles, sounding upset.
He looks stiff, his mouth downturned. He looks at Jungkook for a moment, as if contemplating his next move.
There’s a pause between them, the criss-cross Jungkook has created over his chest with his forearms feeling useless as Taehyung looks at him closely.
There’s a pause between them, the criss-cross Jungkook has created over his chest with his forearms feeling useless as Taehyung looks at him closely.
“Can I try something?”
Jungkook still feels that gross, tight feeling squeeze around him, like it’s trying to make its way up his throat. A lump he can’t quite swallow.
He hesitates for a moment, not sure if he should let Taehyung near him.
Jungkook still feels that gross, tight feeling squeeze around him, like it’s trying to make its way up his throat. A lump he can’t quite swallow.
He hesitates for a moment, not sure if he should let Taehyung near him.
Taehyung must sense it, his frown deepening as those eyes of his swirl in disdain. Jungkook can’t look at him for too long, certainly not this close up. Taehyung’s gaze is still so piercing, like his eyes alone could rip him apart if they wanted to.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Taehyung assures him slowly, as if talking to a timid animal. “I’m just going to show you a piece of my memory.”
Jungkook blinks a couple times, giving a short nod. He wants this to be over—if this is real, he doesn’t want to go against his word.
Jungkook blinks a couple times, giving a short nod. He wants this to be over—if this is real, he doesn’t want to go against his word.
He doesn’t know what Taehyung’s capable of, definitely not wanting to make him more upset than he already seems.
Taehyung places his fingertips in the middle of Jungkook’s chest when he gets the go ahead, right where his heart is pounding rapidly under his ribcage.
Taehyung places his fingertips in the middle of Jungkook’s chest when he gets the go ahead, right where his heart is pounding rapidly under his ribcage.
Jungkook holds his breath, expecting the worst.
He’s seen the way Taehyung’s been eyeing his chest in their last two encounters, recalling that he told him he’s a part of some heartbreaker’s club.
(That’s all Jungkook understood from it, honestly).
He’s seen the way Taehyung’s been eyeing his chest in their last two encounters, recalling that he told him he’s a part of some heartbreaker’s club.
(That’s all Jungkook understood from it, honestly).
Taehyung’s brows furrow, closing his eyes as a spark of energy hits Jungkook square in his chest.
His vision goes stark white.
The next thing Jungkook sees is Taehyung sitting on a big, wooden chair, legs crossed over as he leans back rather blasé.
His vision goes stark white.
The next thing Jungkook sees is Taehyung sitting on a big, wooden chair, legs crossed over as he leans back rather blasé.
There’s a misty haze over Jungkook’s vision, a sense of certainty washing over him that what he’s looking at are pieces of someone else’s collected memory.
“So, I have to do this?”
Jungkook watches Taehyung scoff, standing up as he rolls out his shoulders.
“So, I have to do this?”
Jungkook watches Taehyung scoff, standing up as he rolls out his shoulders.
He steps forward towards a bright light, too blinding for Jungkook to stare at directly. The dream like haze shifts, a creature Jungkook has never seen before emerging from the brightness. It looks like something out of a fantasy novel, one that has been adapted into a film with
cutting edge CGI. Jungkook has never seen a creature like this before, bringing his hands up to rub at his eyes.
“Jeon Jungkook has been assigned to you. You will complete 210 Earth hours with them as the Demon of Heartbreak. These are the Registry’s demands.”
“Jeon Jungkook has been assigned to you. You will complete 210 Earth hours with them as the Demon of Heartbreak. These are the Registry’s demands.”
The bright light expands, encapsulating Taehyung in its rays.
Jungkook automatically brings his arm up to cover his eyes, squeezing them shut as the glare burns with ferocity.
“What if I don’t want to?”
Jungkook automatically brings his arm up to cover his eyes, squeezing them shut as the glare burns with ferocity.
“What if I don’t want to?”
Jungkook hears Taehyung’s voice from a distance, calm and collected despite the blazing glare.
He senses the intense rays simmer down behind his eyelids, bringing his arm down slowly as he peers towards where Taehyung and the creature are standing.
He senses the intense rays simmer down behind his eyelids, bringing his arm down slowly as he peers towards where Taehyung and the creature are standing.
They seem further away now, Jungkook attempting to take a step forward to get a closer look. As he does so, his foot falls into thin air. He looks down, noticing for the first time that he’s floating, his vision blurring as he tries to see past his feet.
“That is not an option, demon,” the creature emits a soft glow, its voice full of conviction. “If you fail to protect Jeon Jungkook’s heart, you will be sentenced to Hell.”
The creature widens its arms, which turn into magnificent wings. The horns on top of its head grow larger,
The creature widens its arms, which turn into magnificent wings. The horns on top of its head grow larger,
more menacing. Across from the creature, Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind. As if what he’s looking at is a regular occurrence for him. He even has the gall to speak back, his expression unwavering, his words getting lost by the time they reach Jungkook’s ears.
“Think of it like community service,” the creature’s voice is much more commanding, Jungkook able to understand it clearer.
The creature turns away from Taehyung, the scene that Jungkook is observing begins to slip away from him.
The creature turns away from Taehyung, the scene that Jungkook is observing begins to slip away from him.
“What?” He vaguely hears Taehyung say, watching him step toward the creature. “I don’t even know what the fuck that is—“
Jungkook feels like he’s being forcefully pulled back into a vacuum, his heart lurching uncomfortably in his chest.
Jungkook feels like he’s being forcefully pulled back into a vacuum, his heart lurching uncomfortably in his chest.
Before he knows it, he crash lands back in his dorm room, a loud zap apparent in his ears.
Except he hasn’t crashed, he’s standing in the exact same spot, still as ever as Taehyung’s fingers linger on his chest.
“Sorry, you weren’t meant to see that last part.”
Except he hasn’t crashed, he’s standing in the exact same spot, still as ever as Taehyung’s fingers linger on his chest.
“Sorry, you weren’t meant to see that last part.”
Taehyung looks sheepish standing across from him, the blood from before still smeared across his nose. He removes his hand from the centre of Jungkook’s chest, the touch lingering on his skin.
It must’ve also been the only thing keeping Jungkook standing,
It must’ve also been the only thing keeping Jungkook standing,
who slumps back into the wall behind him as soon as Taehyung’s fingers pull away from his body.
“Whoa,” Taehyung grabs Jungkook before he smacks his head into the wall, trying to pull him back onto his feet. “I know this is all a bit overwhelming,
“Whoa,” Taehyung grabs Jungkook before he smacks his head into the wall, trying to pull him back onto his feet. “I know this is all a bit overwhelming,
but I need you to understand that—“
“You’re a demon,” Jungkook whispers, bile rising in his throat.
“Yeah,” Taehyung replies rather proudly, ignorant to Jungkook’s stomach wanting nothing more to regurgitate its contents back up.
“You’re a demon,” Jungkook whispers, bile rising in his throat.
“Yeah,” Taehyung replies rather proudly, ignorant to Jungkook’s stomach wanting nothing more to regurgitate its contents back up.
“You got that pretty fast. Didn’t know what you’d think of my flashback, but I had to try something. You looked frightened,” Taehyung sounds calm—way too calm, his unconcerned chuckles filling the air. “Hopefully this clears things up.”
“I think I’m going to have a panic attack,” Jungkook squeaks, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes. He’s not even registering the words coming out of Taehyung’s mouth, who continues to talk on. It all just becomes background noise as his vision starts to go blurry, his mind
so overwhelmed to the point where Taehyung’s mere presence is causing his *panic* to start panicking.
He was wrong. All of this is real. He can’t make up some sort of excuse for it anymore. The way Taehyung’s hands wrap around his arms is proof enough that he’s somewhat a part
He was wrong. All of this is real. He can’t make up some sort of excuse for it anymore. The way Taehyung’s hands wrap around his arms is proof enough that he’s somewhat a part
of this world. And if that’s true, then the way he’s been teleporting into his room has to also be true. The flashback he just witnessed was presented to him with perfect certainty, knowing that there was no way he could dispute the voice in his head even if he tried.
Taehyung is a demon. He’s a demon that for some reason, has been assigned to him.
He sucks in a sharp breath, but to no avail. The air just stops in his throat, nothing reaching his lungs.
He starts to panic, he *really* stars to panic.
He sucks in a sharp breath, but to no avail. The air just stops in his throat, nothing reaching his lungs.
He starts to panic, he *really* stars to panic.
Suddenly, Taehyung’s wide palms are on either side of his head, cupping Jungkook securely between his hands.
The moment Taehyung’s hands touch his skin, Jungkook’s mind instantly relaxes. Everything from then on feels soft, a welcoming warmth enveloping his brain.
The moment Taehyung’s hands touch his skin, Jungkook’s mind instantly relaxes. Everything from then on feels soft, a welcoming warmth enveloping his brain.
His surroundings become clear to him again, able to breathe in and out at a normal pace. Whatever Taehyung’s doing, it makes his mind feel loose. His body even more so, oozing into the mellowness around him.
Jungkook notices that he’s somehow made it onto the floor,
Jungkook notices that he’s somehow made it onto the floor,
the rug underneath him soft at his fingertips.
“Does this feel better?” Taehyung’s voice sounds like a sweet lullaby, coaxing him gently as he shifts his gaze towards him. He wants to lie down horizontally, sleep forever with Taehyung’s hands on either side of his head.
“Does this feel better?” Taehyung’s voice sounds like a sweet lullaby, coaxing him gently as he shifts his gaze towards him. He wants to lie down horizontally, sleep forever with Taehyung’s hands on either side of his head.
Jungkook thinks he nods, not even sure of where his legs are. He only feels Taehyung’s large hands, his eyes swirling as they watch him intensely. Jungkook smiles, exhaling as a hiccup makes its way out of his mouth. He giggles, reaching his hand out to point at Taehyung's nose.
“You still have blood,” his voice comes out gargled, hiccuping again as a heavy snort follows along.
“Okay, I think I gave you too much,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, bashful as he pulls back.
“Okay, I think I gave you too much,” Taehyung mumbles to himself, bashful as he pulls back.
“What did you give me,” Jungkook asks lightly, grinning as he reaches out to pull on Taehyung’s ear lobe. It’s soft, feels just like an ear, Taehyung’s eyes wide as he stares back at Jungkook.
“Leave my ears alone.”
“Leave my ears alone.”
“Maybe you should hide your ears if you don’t want me to touch them,” Jungkook shoots back, his head falling sideways. Taehyung rolls his eyes, those very pretty eyes that Jungkook wants to have a closer look at.
So, he leans forward, the distance between their faces negligible as he focuses on Taehyung’s irises.
“Your eyes swirl,” he says slowly, leaning too far forward that he falls right into Taehyung’s chest.
“Your eyes swirl,” he says slowly, leaning too far forward that he falls right into Taehyung’s chest.
They both produce a deep grunt, Jungkook accidentally pushing Taehyung back as he grips his shoulders, steadying them both.
Jungkook’s half lying on top of him now, all his worries from before having completely melted away.
Jungkook’s half lying on top of him now, all his worries from before having completely melted away.
“If you’re really a demon,” Jungkook shifts his body as he adjusts his legs, his breath fanning over Taehyung’s lips. “Why am I not dead?”
Taehyung’s face falls—or Jungkook thinks it does, his vision starting to go blurry.
“I’m not here to hurt you, Jungkook. You know that.”
Taehyung’s face falls—or Jungkook thinks it does, his vision starting to go blurry.
“I’m not here to hurt you, Jungkook. You know that.”
Taehyung’s voice feels so far away, almost like he’s in a completely different room. Jungkook tries to make sense of his words, but he comes up empty.
The thing is, Jungkook doesn’t know that Taehyung isn’t here to hurt him. He doesn’t know that at all.
And despite his better judgement, he falls forward into Taehyung’s shoulder, unable to keep his eyes open for a second longer.
And despite his better judgement, he falls forward into Taehyung’s shoulder, unable to keep his eyes open for a second longer.
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“Oh,” Taehyung murmurs. “We’re dating now, according to everyone else.”
“This is the worst moment of my life,” Jungkook breathes, sinking down to his feet.
Taehyung’s nose scrunches, looking down at him. “I can’t tell, but I feel like I should be offended by your reaction.”
“This is the worst moment of my life,” Jungkook breathes, sinking down to his feet.
Taehyung’s nose scrunches, looking down at him. “I can’t tell, but I feel like I should be offended by your reaction.”
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omg they're happy.....? i hope you guys like this update🥺 curiouscat.me/heartprint
