It's Fallacious hope and nothing more that leads me to believe that I can do this.

It's disgusting, really, how strongly I believe I can do something, but at the same time spend every waking moment thinking I can't do it.

Disgusting, yet confusing.

I've made friends, enemies, relationships that'll last a lifetime...

...but a lifetime is nothing to them.

It's odd to think that one day I'll look back to this and actually be looking forward.

It's odd to think that I have the power to both destroy and save the world.

Destroy and save the people I love.

I can have the world do my bidding. Whole countries could worship me like a God because of my newfound power.

So how come my hands are shaking?

How come when I think of using my power for good, he's the only thing that springs to mind.

The least good thing known to man.

Him.

Kim Taehyung.

The reason I'm in this mess in the first place.

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It's Fallacious hope that drives me to believe that maybe, just maybe, he won't kill me.

It's Fallacious hope that let's me think I'll survive, even as I stare in horror at the pictures pinned against the walls, too mortified to turn around and meet his eyes.

In most circumstances, when someone sees a picture of themself, they don't feel absolute terror, but it's as I stand in the small room with a dim light guiding my eyes towards the wall of images, with a man -who probably took these pictures- blocking the exit, that I noticed that a person's face is possibly the most terrifying thing they can see in this situation.

Dozens upon dozens of pictures layered the walls, each of them had the same girl in it. The same lifeless face, same bloodied hair...

...Same (y/n)...

...Same dead, lifeless (y/n)...

...Same dead, lifeless me...

"I suppose I owe you an explanation." Taehyung muttered from behind, his voice still low but much less threatening.

"Who's he?" My voice sounded a lot more confident than I expected as I pointed at the picture on the far right.

The man had broad shoulders and light pink hair, with dark brown orbs that I could feel piercing my side. Cracks ran across his beautiful face and he looked as if he had some sort of an epiphany.

"He's an old friend... He's gone now." Taehyung mumbled looking at the ground. "He died of old age." Taehyung continued, reaching out to grasp my shaky hand, which I -surprising both him and I- allowed him to. "You, however-" he turned me around to face him, backing me into his bedroom. "You always get killed... I don't understand you. The first time it happened, my heart broke... Then you appeared again. I was so shocked, but couldn't help but let you in." he looked down, and I could only stare at him in confusion. "(y/n), you're existence..." he took a deep breath, "is the biggest anomaly I've ever seen... You are one girl who has woven her way through time. There are endless (y/n)s in one single timeline and I've never understood why... I let them in everytime, I'm too selfish and I just cling onto the hope that maybe, just maybe they won't die this time, but they always do... Maybe because I let them in..." he stared up at you, tears in his eyes.

"Tae, what are you saying? I'm here, I'm right here in front of you... SHE ISN'T ME!!!" I screamed backing into the wall and denying everything he said.

"I DON'T KNOW, WHO ARE YOU?!?! I have lived for thousands of years, I have been through countless (y/n)s, falling in love over and over again and having my heart broken over and over again because I can never save them..." he stared straight into my eyes, a newfound hope appearing as his irises start forming into blue, an obnoxious blonde smoothing it's way down his coffee strands. "...But you're different: None of them ever found this room... None of them ever survived if V attacked... Every single (y/n) I found was covered in bruises and cuts, the last (y/n) was even blind! Yet look at you, void of all of those wounds... Just what are you?" he smiled at me once more, his brows furrowed in confusion, and I felt all of my breath leave my body.

"I'm dead..." I mumbled, not believing a single word. "But I'm here... I can't be dead..." I screamed, starting to get hysterical "THOUSANDS OF YEARS?!?! WHAT ARE YOU?!?!" I screamed running across the room and holding a vase in front of me. "Why are your eyes and hair like that? What are you?!?!" I calmed down, my voice becoming lower and more threatening.

"You see that? You're not supposed to see..." he trailed off, seeming unphased by my threats. "I knew you were special, but this... You see people for what they truly are in that moment..." he stared into my eyes, and the electrifying blue somehow managed to calm me, my grip on the vase loosening slightly before I snapped out of it.

"What are you doing to me?! STOP!!" I screamed, glaring at him again, but this time my fear was probably showing.

"(y/n), it's a long story, but all you need to know is I'm immortal and I have some powers, if you can even call them that... I'm not a monster, I was human too at one point."

"How are you not human anymore?!" I asked, feeling my hand still shaking as I began hyperventilating.

"I made a deal, (y/n), a deal with the devil, and I chose youth. He gave me an option to be young forever, and I took it... So did Jimin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jungkook and... Namjoon."

"You made a deal with the devil?!" I could feel my chest squeeze as I thought about it, the face of the man in the picture shooting into my mind at full speed. So many memories shot into my mind at once that I couldn't handle it, collapsing to the ground and sobbing into myself, feeling the boy above me kneel down and cradle me in his arms. "You can't die..." I mumbled out, unable to stop myself. "You're a sinner... And you only want to be forgiven... I can hear your voice in my head..."

"What do you mean?"

"'please let me be punished, please forgive me for my sins.'"

"(y/n), stop."

"Tae, you're in pain."

"No, (y/n), you're crying."

"...Am I?"

"I think I know why... This is all too familiar, you need to stop crying now."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not losing you again."

"Tae, I can't just st-"

"99."

"What?"

"That's how many of you I have had to watch die in my arms."

"Tae, I-"

"That's how many times I couldn't protect you." I could feel small droplets of salty water falling onto my face, "That's how many times you've been punished in my stead." I reached up, caressing his cheek with my hand, he started choking out a very familiar song, his voice melodic despite the sobs and hiccups interrupting every other word. "I'm sorry I'm sorry
I'm sorry ma sister
Even if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can't be erased
So cry
Please dry my eyes." he trailed off, choking into a fit of sobs as I played with his hair, feeling the softness under my fingertips as it formed back into a light brown. "This is my price, it has to be... As long as I'm immortal, I have to watch you die over and over... Please forgive me..." he cried out, letting go of me and curling up into a ball, trying to distance himself.

"It's okay." I mumbled, barely believing the words myself, but knowing that I had to make him stop. "I... I forgive you." his sobs gradually turned down to soft whimpers after I said that, and looking out into the night sky, I knew what I had to do... I knew the only way to make him happy. "Let's go to bed now, Tae... It's late." I got up, and he laid down, grabbing my wrist before I could disappear behind the curtains.

"Don't leave me." he mumbled, chocolate brown eyes large, begging me silently to stay with him. I couldn't leave him, he just seemed so... Vulnerable.

"I won't, Tae, I'll never leave again." I mumbled, lying down next to him, facing away from him, and feeling him wrap an arm around my waist.

He pulled my hair to the side with his free arm, revealing the right side of my neck. He laid a kiss near the base of my neck and I couldn't help a light moan that left my lips straight after. "Tae, this is hardly appropriate..." I mumbled out gently, but he just ignored my reasoning.

"I've left a mark on every single (y/n) I've met... Might as well do it now." he mumbled into my skin, and I felt him lightly smirk against my neck, sucking on the skin before biting down as hard as he could, making me fist the sheets as he continued applying more pressure to my soft spot, pain starting to greatly overtake the pleasure as my breathing became very ragged.

Once he finally let go, he placed a kiss on the spot, slight blood trailing down and a bruise starting to form. He turned me around to look at him, and I could only muster a completely shocked face as he smirked at me, his eyes still red and puffy. He leaned in, softly caressing my lips with his; the sudden gentleness acting as an extreme contrast to his previous ministrations, surprising me, but not enough to make me not kiss back.

When he pulled away, his eyes were the softest I've ever seen them as he reached up to caress my cheek again. "I love you, (y/n)."

"I... I love you too, Tae." I mumbled out, feeling tears prick my eyes at what I was about to do. "Let's go to sleep, okay? I promise you'll feel better after." I smiled gently, feeling tears glistening in my eyes.

"You're mine, okay? Please don't leave me."

"I won't, Tae, I promise." as I finished, I heard light snores behind me, and Taehyung's breath had evened out, meaning it was now or never.

I reached over to his bedside table grasping the cool metal and staring at the man I love with tears escaping my eyes. I place the gun against his temple, feeling my whole body shaking.

"I love you,

Kim

Fucking

Taehyung."