#but ep 145 came for my ass you know

[youmistme]

Humility is alien to her

✑Pairing : Warrior in training! Taehyung x Village Thief! female Y/N

✑ Genre: Strangers to lovers! AU in Joseon Dynasty, fluff and teeny bit of angst

✑Warnings: Mentions of poverty, sickness and disabilities. Mention of theft (I do not condone the act of stealing, this is only for the purpose of the story.) Taehyung is a sweetheart, Y/N is level headed and is tired. Tae has a little stubble just like the run bts episode for the first half of the story (he gets rid of it later!) 

✑ Inspiration: From 달려라 방탄! or RUN BTS! EP 145 where Taehyung has the fake stubble :D

✑ Words: 5k

☞ Summary: He had a boyish grin and sun-kissed skin, he wanted to be a man. She had tattered clothes and guilty eyes, she ran. 

In which, Y/N who despite her want to have an honest living has to resort to theft and Taehyung is the sweetest and not so intimidating warrior in training who wants to lend a hand.

☞ Note: There is mention of a disability and if anyone thinks the representation of this disability is done incorrectly then please let me know! also this took 2 weeks to write bc i am the most lethargic shit on the planet lolololol. why is tumblr so ass when it comes to copypasting UGH

Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

also if i like it enough, i’ll write a part two :p no promises 

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!

Today was hotter than your usual afternoons, as though the sun peered its light rays right into your skin; boiling your blood. A gust of wind rushed through matted hair, giving a second of breezy relief before the humidity settled in again. Pressing your lips together to contain yourself, you kept running. 

 With an iron grip on the straw bag you held, your sore feet made their way to the distant part of the village. The small village in Daegu that you resided in was always bustling, filled with life. A fairly well off town as they all claimed, a town with its happy people and their happy bags of wealth. Happy children and their even happier gold spooned life. 

That was certainly not the case for your family.

After a final glance behind your back, you made your way to the dark wooden door. Your fingers grazed the knob; it was warm. The warmth of home. The feeling did not last long when a small shard of wood sliced your finger. You hissed. It was a small cut, annoying nonetheless.

Your hiss faded away as quickly as it came when the form of the little boy crouched down on the thin white sheets came to your view. Round, watery and redden eyes staring at you with helplessness. Shivering chapped lips that curved the slightest when your figure came into view. Skin pale white, loss of the warmth of blood. The boy shivered a bit before meeting your eyes. 

Even in this saddening state, he flashed you an attempt at a smile, lips curving with all his will and might. Guilt crept up in you, how could you get annoyed by a small cut when he is still smiling despite everything? 

“I-I got us food. Fruits!”  His mouth moved, trying to form a coherent sentence to thank you but nothing came out. His gaze fell, eyes downcast. Gently walking towards him, you held his hand and brought him to your embrace, hugging him tightly. 

A lump formed in your throat, you felt bad. You felt disgusted, even dirty. You knew well the food you got for him wasn’t in the most civil way one should. This town(despite its “gold brimmed citizens”)  was not forgiving to the lower class. The want to be honest and have a truthful living was adamant within you, so deep within you that you couldn’t find it anymore. 

“Ah! Taehyung! My boy, what are you doing here in the market? Don’t see you around anymore.” 

The said man turned around, sharp, straight brows angling at the voice of the old woman who spoke to him. His aloof face met the gentle eyes of her, she smiled at him fondly. 

His shoulders sagged down in relief upon seeing her, wide grin now replacing his face. His right hand rubbed his neck, chuckling shyly. 

“Oh? Halmoni. I came here to get some vegetables. How are you?”

“This old woman is doing as good as she can. Now tell me, my boy, what would you like?” 

Squinting his eyes, he tried to remember the items he was told to get. Moments passed with him still trying to recollect his memory. Glancing back at her with embarrassingly red cheeks, he nervously laughed. 

The old woman looked up at him for a moment before bursting into a big laugh, patting on her thigh. “You grew a beard and all but your mind is still the same, boy.” 

“Ha-halmoni, it is not like that. I just suffer from short memory loss… a-and the beard is because I am a man now...”, he tried to shift the blame on the memory problem he never had. 

“Aha. Whatever eases you, my child.  Now, here you go” she handed him a basket filled with various kinds of vegetables. He reached out, grabbing it with a small smile. Patting his head she continued, “tell your mother and brother I sent these to their way.”

Bowing in return, he turned to go further inside the market. The busy marketplace still looked the same. From the many years he has grown up here, it always felt the same. Lively with smiles. The smell of freshly harvested fruits and greens, the teenage girls giggling near the trinket stores, mothers arguing with the vendors to negotiate the price, and the ever-so-subtle scent of fish and meat lingering between all of it. 

With a small jump in every step, he walked around the market humming a melody. From the corner of his eye, he saw a small craftsman store. His curiosity peaked. He hadn’t seen this store before, granted he hadn’t visited the market in months because of his “training to be a warrior” which mostly consisted of the boy convincing himself that the beard he had grown will make him look older and more intimidating. 

With a soft voice, he spoke to the craftsman who was seated with his creations. A multitude of wooden horses, small swords, jewelry boxes, bracelets, brooches. His long fingers delicately looked at one of the small swords, it was similar to the one he played with as a child. 

An eager yelp took his attention, beside him was a girl. She did not seem like a teenager, perhaps a bit older. Her raven coloured hair was braided and pulled back. She was looking at a rose coloured brooch. It was a small butterfly with intricate details in its wings. It was beautiful. 

Her lips quivered, eyes wandering on the brooch with a defeated sigh. His gaze fell on the straw hat she had held onto and her hanbok. The straw hat was big, bigger than what an average person used, so big that it would cover one’s face completely. Her hanbok unlike the other females in the market was simpler. It lacked the details of silk and bright coloured fabrics. The dusty pink colour of the hanbok and its owner resulted in his probing eyes.

Trying to play it off cool, his eyes gave his attention back to the wooden horses whilst occasionally stealing a glance at her.

The peaceful evening in the market was disturbed when a voice yelled out in frustration. 

“My fruits are stolen again! This is the third time in this week has happened.”, it was the fruit vendor, who cringed his face in frustration, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked livid.

 “It’s probably the kids making you look like a fool again.”, another voice jumped out. It was the fish seller who looked back at the angry man with a grin.

 “It’s not the kids. It’s a woman! Every time she comes over, I have a load of my stuff vanished! She-”

“A woman? Why would a woman ever do such a thing!” an elderly woman added with trepidation. 

“What does she look like?” enquired one more. Now everyone's attention was in this conversation. 

“That woman is no good! I have not seen her face. It is always covered with a straw hat. An enormous one.”

 Taehyung snapped his head around to his side, the woman in pink hanbok vanished from his sight. The image of her face, the flushed lips, and the almond-shaped eye disappearing from his memory. Quickly he looked back to the craftsman table where he kept his trinkets. The pink brooch laid there, untouched. 

With the money he had left, he purchased the pink butterfly. 

You slammed your palm against your forehead. So careless. You were so careless today. The force of reality hits your head. How could you go out in the open with your hat so carelessly? The villagers already knew the form you took. God Dammit if you were a little bit more swift you could have avoided this situation altogether. 

You shuddered, remembering the very vivid description of the woman in the big straw hat. The thief. The one who they hated. The one who was you. You coughed out loud, running out of breath as you walked towards the small road that led to the cottage you lived in. Something in your guts told you that you were seen. Caught. Caught committing theft. 

The small edge to his eyes, while he looked at the small toy swords, came to your mind- that man. Clad in a royal blue, your eyes didn’t miss the details of gold in his hanbok. Or the way he glanced at your form, from time to time. You did not miss any of it. 

“Stupid-stupid so stupid! You irresponsible girl!” your voice yelled to your own self. “Ah-why? Why can you not do a thing right? Argh-”

The sound of a tree branch breaking stirred you away from your self-deprecating scolding. The path you were walking on was not used by the villagers often. It was at the end of the town. A quiet place. There were not many animals around who would randomly step on a tree branch during this time of the day. As one would, feelings of fear and dread followed suit. You were too scared to look behind. 

You pressed your lips shut, breath hitching. From the corner of your eye you could make out a figure standing there- just as still as you. Like a deer in headlights. You took a step back, the figure behind you also took a step behind. You clenched your hand and moved a couple of steps forward. The figure behind you did the same. 

‘What trickery game is this?’

Sighing one last time, you knew if you didn’t run now you’d be in big trouble. You would run very fast; you decided. In 

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3- “Wait! Don’t you dare try to run away!” it was a heavy, deep voice that yelled from behind you. It didn’t sound like it was too far behind. Oh, you were in big trouble. You bent down, touching the area near your feet, and unbeknownst to the person behind you grabbed a rock big enough to fit your palm. 

If you had to face this person. You will. With safety of course

A twirl on your heels and you were face to face with the voice that called you out. Both your hands were tucked behind your back. You were expecting a middle-aged man, most likely a general but what met your eyes had you stumble on your feet. 

Those sharp yet heavy eyes staring back at you. The black pearls staring right at you, iris turning a hazel colour when the sun shined on it. He had speckles of hair on his chin and upper lip, a stubble. Glancing further, you saw the very royal hanbok which covered his sunkissed skin. He had  It was him, the sword toy guy at the trinket shop!

Your lips parted, you wanted to say something- anything but your mouth refused. 

His brow arched, he too seemed to be intrigued to see you here; a little flare of hesitance floating in there too. “You. Why did you try to run? I saw you leaving the market.” his voice was deep, trying to assert dominance within the two of you. 

“I don’t see how it is your business. I will take my leave.”

His brow perked up, and for a split second, you could see a boyish pout, saddened eyes. It was so quick that you almost missed it.  

He looked at you to continue. 

“Why must I allow you to do so?”

“You could. This once.” 

He started walking closer to you, stoic face piercing into your soul. He brought his right hand up, guiding towards you. Your fight, flight, and freeze scenes tingled and before you knew it, the rock you held onto met his shoulder with a big thud. 

“Ah! W-why?”He groaned, peach lips pouting as he patted his shoulder. His entire demeanor changed the moment that hero of a rock hit him. His sharp eyes now round and slightly glassy. Round cheeks tucked into a scowl.

“Ajusshi! Don’t come near me!” you threatened and held the rock in front of your hands.

“Ajusshi? What am I some old man!-I was trying to remove the spider that’s been crawling on your left shoulder! And you dare hit me-”

You smacked him this time, without the rock though. He shut up. 

Looking to your left, sure enough, was a black spider; dangerously close to your neck. “AHHHH! A- SPIDER!” your hand swatted it away in one swing.

Silence. Quietness engulfed the air as you recovered from the spider and the man in front of you recovered from your fist. You looked back at him, he was on his knees; one hand touching his shoulder while the other grazed his hurt. 

Now, this was certainly not how you expected someone clad in clothes similar to that of a warrior to react when hit by a girl. It was too humorous to you, a laugh almost slipped past your throat. The man looked back at you, angrily eyeing you. You cracked a wicked grin at the man before turning. A part of you wanted to stop, help him get up but you masked that with his boyish behavior favoring your humor. “You must be pretty strong, yeah? Good sir.” 

He suddenly stood up, you turned and saw both his hands to his right side. Then you spotted something. A sword. 

Oh, honey. You were done for. Say your prayers.

Suddenly, the laugh, the mockery towards him. You wanted to take it all back. 

You waited, looking at him anxiously. He looked at you one last time before drawing his sword out. You shut your eyes tight, ready for any slash or blow. There was nothing. 

Peering your eyes open, you were presented with a long wooden sword. 

A wooden sword.

You blinked once. He blinked once.

You blinked twice. He blinked twice. 

You bite your lip hard, suppressing any burst of laughter that might come. “Haha!”

“What in the world is that- a wooden sword?” 

He stared at the sword with utter shock. He was not expecting it himself .“Ah! Why did Seokjin hyung switch my real sword with the wooden one!” he stomped his feet on the ground, nose scrunch with distaste.

He looked back at your laughing face, hands clutching your stomach as you tried to contain your laughter. his cheeks were pink, lips curved from ear to ear. "tsk. is it so funny?" he couldn't help but snicker before laughing along with you. 

He held the handle of the wooden sword, attempting to put it back in the scabbard. His wobbly arms failed to sheath his sword. He sighed. You gingerly took a few steps towards him and held the hilt. His gaze fell on your face. With the help of your guiding hands, he successfully pushed the sword inside of the scabbard.

It had been three weeks since that incident with the warrior guy. After his several failed attempts to put his sword back in the sheath, he finally caved in for your help. This led to a twinkle in his eyes, he asked you more questions. That led to more questions and more answers. You could feel the imaginary wall that you’ve built slowly melt away, just the way the coldness of your heart melted. You remember the time when you both exchanged your names:

“Taehyung. Kim Taehyung! That’s my name.” He was grinning; something he did very often when he talked with you. Taehyung was his name. Just like the person itself, the name held colour. It was bright, a dash of hue in your monochromatic life. 

You wouldn’t have given your name back in return but he just- he felt so welcoming. A warm hug on a cold day. An umbrella for the rain. “Y/N. that’s my name.”

You really didn’t know why Taehyung hadn’t ratted you out. In fact, the said guy had not even brought up the topic since that day. He knew something was up (when you ran from the marketplace) but decided to not speak of it. Things back home weren’t going very well either, it only added to your confusion. Yet, it has become a habit to meet him now. No day goes by without seeing his square-like boyish grin and crescented eyes. 

Your legs brushed against the sunlit grass, bare toe touching the earth beneath. You closed your eyes and arched back. The log of wood you were seated beneath was warm, it seemed to have absorbed the heat of the atmosphere. The sky above was filled with shades of pink, orange, and blues; as though they were meant to intertwine with each other for your eyes. Humming a melody (courtesy to him, you’ve caught the habit now) you waited for Taehyung to arrive. It seemed like he was taking much longer than usual to get here. 

“When is he getting here..where is he?”

“Miss me already?” 

Turning around, you saw Taehyung. He was with his usual close-lipped smile and round cheeks but something was off. He was Taehyung, no doubt. It was the brave yet shy guy whom you’ve been meeting. “Taehyung is that..” you scanned his face, from his sharp eyes to the small mole he had underneath his left eye, his lean nose, and his supple lips. His lips-oh-oh. His upper and lower lip area was no longer covered with his facial hair.

“Your beard is gone.”, you said as a matter of fact, not sure how to register this information. His face was clean, soft, and shaven. The skin on his chin was a bit red, you figured it was from removing his facial hair. You had always found Taehyung to be an attractive guy but when a couple of days ago he had revealed he was twenty-five years old it shocked you, more than you have liked it to. 

“Twenty-five?! So you’re not an ajusshi?”

“No! Haha. What about you?”

“Twenty-two.”

His lips were a bright shade of peach, he licked his lips before snickering. You remember a few days ago him going deep into his thoughts when you mentioned why he bothered to keep a beard. He revealed that he’d been growing it for two years to look much older. That very Taehyung was now in front of your eyes, soft smile and red cheeks as he sat beside you. It was as if the entire universe slapped you on your face hard. So hard for you to face the reality of this godly man sitting before you. His hair was also a bit disheveled, he didn’t wear the blue bandana he wore to keep his hair away, instead, it was out and open. 

Your lips parted. You wanted to say something. Anything. You couldn’t. Oh lord, you couldn’t fathom the curve of soft cheeks and the shine on his skin, and good gracious you did not know how to handle these feelings of yours. They were already all over the place because of him but now this? This was pure torture. The sun really did its wonders when illuminating on his face, giving it a godly glow. You could feel yourself melt into a puddle for a man you knew for a couple of weeks!

“Earth to y/n? Are you doing good?” 

“Y-yes!” you stood up at once, stomping your feet with big rounded eyes as you made a salute pose towards him. 

“Ah-okay. Slow down, tiger. You spaced out for a moment.”

“You’re the tiger here not me..”, you fake pouted and sat back down beside him, this time a little bit closer. Taehyung was not oblivious to you sitting closer but chose to not say a word. 

“Why did you shave your beard?” You spoke a little bit too loud. 

He tilted his head before releasing a big boxy grin, his pearlescent teeth were shining through. Your heart beats faster than you would have liked it to. 

“You said I look a lot older with the beard. I want to look my age now.”

“But, Taehyung, didn’t you say it helps intimidate people so that they take you seriously as a warrior?” 

“I am sure I can manage just fine without one now.”

“How so?”

“Change of heart.” he paused. He looked back at you with that sparkle in his eyes which you seemed to never want to look away from. “I think I am capable without it.” 

The evergrowing feeling of fear and trepidation within your gut did not seem pleasant. You really wanted it to go away but your conscience just disagreed. The very concept of getting help when you didn’t ask for it is confusing. It is convoluted for the mind to process since it is already thinking about so much. Must one look down on the possible (bad) reasons someone is helping them? Vice versa. Getting help from someone can either lead to debt from that person or a step to the right path. How were you so adamant that the help you got was out of the kindness of the human heart or that it was a masked face filled with malice?

Not to mention that the said help was none other than Kim Taehyung.

Every day you saw him with a wooden basket whenever he headed towards your way. It was always filled to the brim with a variety of foods. From fruits to vegetables, meat and fish and eggs everything was there. Of course, you refused to accept these first because how could you ever pay him back for all of this. He on the other hand seemed more offended that you refused his help and did not budge from where he stood. He held the basket in his hand for hours before you took it from him. 

“Taehyung you don’t have to do this...I….I can’t pay you back or give anything in return!”

“I am not giving you because I want something in return. I am giving you this because I want to.” 

This also resulted in you not having to go to your “robbery adventures” and risk your life every day. It was refreshing but still too alien. Did he have an ulterior motive? Will he use you later for something? Is he just being another kind human? Are you immune to humility? 

“Y/n!” taehyung called out as he approached you. He waddled over to your figure with round cheeks stuffed, he was chewing bread. His right hand tightly held a woven basket. 

“Hey, how are you?” he asked and without waiting for your answer, plopped himself beside the tree bark you were seated on. 

“I’m good. Better than before…” “You?”

“Inlovebutiwonttellyouthat.” he whispered in a hushed voice but you couldn’t figure out what he said.

“Huh?”

“I said I’m in pain! Ouch, my shoulders still hurt from when you hit me with that rock!”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment and he gulped. You both stayed silent. 

“Ah~ here take this. I almost forgot to give you.” he brought the basket up, this time it was filled with green vegetables. Some which you had never seen before. 

“Taehyung.” you stopped him before he could even place the basket onto your hands. He looked up at you. “You-you cannot be doing this!” 

You continued, “Giving me all of this when I can do nothing but helplessly take it and give nothing in return. Why? Taehyung just why? Why would you…” your voice shivered at the end. 

“Y/n. I just want to. You don’t owe me anything, okay? I just have this urge to look out for you. Please let me do it?” “Don’t stop me from it.”

“I-... this is too new for me Taehyung. I’ve never- never had someone look out for me.” 

Taehyung was quiet. His eyebrows were fused together as he tried to form any sort of answer but remained wordless. He did not want to say something that could unintentionally disregard what you said.

You raised your eyes to look at him, you knew he wanted to say something to comfort you but was unable to find words for it. Just like always, you also wanted to thank him for the food. You were not a mannerless human. You felt gratitude and you would do the least which is to express it with words. “Thank you, for this. You keep giving me. I don’t know what to think of it.” 

He smiled in return, he looked at ease with your sincere thanks.

“Do you have a family?” you with intention. 

“Yes! I have an elder brother whom I’ve mentioned before, I have my mom and my precious grandmother with me too.” his eyes lit up like you’ve never seen before, they held stars in them when he spoke about his family with nothing but sheer joy.  

Taehyung didn’t stop there, he went on and on about his family which you eagerly listened to. He talked about how his brother was a doctor, two years older than him, and that he was insanely handsome. “My brother says it is always important to mention his good looks when I talk about him,” he added while swinging his legs back and forth like a toddler as he continued to say more about his family. You found his brother; namely Kim Seokjin to be a vibrant man though you never met him.

 He also mentioned his mother, who in his words seemed like a kind and caring woman. And lastly, his grandmother whom he seemed to absolutely adore more than anything in the world. 

He then turned and with cautious eyes asked you the same question. You were expecting him to and also appreciated his cautious tone. He was making sure he wasn’t crossing any line by asking you this and your heart couldn’t help but flutter. 

“I have a brother.” your voice was a near faint whisper. 

His brows raised in surprise. He was not expecting that. He had so many questions going on in his head, more geared towards your financial stability but he figured that it would be inappropriate to ask them. 

“He’s ten years old. Mute. I adore him.” 

His face held a devastating look. You had never seen another being ever so invested in your life let alone mourn over your personal problems. You were confused, to say the least. 

“He does not talk?” he muttered more to himself than you and you nodded in reply. Your eyes were downcast too. Thinking about your sickeningly pale brother who tried his hardest to show a brave smile around you made you feel lamented. How could you not, the poor boy had been suffering for months now. 

You both sat in further silence, not sure what to say. Then Taehyung spoke and you weren’t sure what to think of it. “Does he like toy swords?” 

You were now opening the door of your house, more like a cottage gingerly, scared to be too loud so that you didn’t frighten your brother. Despite your poverty, you always considered your home a home, a cosy place where it felt warm. The love you and your brother shared for each other made up for the dim-lit house. 

The thought of ever having someone over never came to you so you weren’t prepared.  Taehyung peeked his head from the door, his fluffy brown hair bounced ever so slightly. He didn’t seem to mind your small home, in fact, he looked pleased with it. Last week when you both exchanged words about your family, Taehyung insisted on seeing your brother. You knew well enough that stopping him was not an option since he was rather stubborn. So, now here you two were at your house, to meet your brother. 

With a small sigh, you said, “Well to my humble abode, Sire Kim Taehyung.” 

He chuckled in response to your formal tone. He was still looking around the house. To him, your house looked more lively than he thought it would. Bad of him to assume. Nonetheless, he was pleased with the welcoming energy your abode radiated. Taehyung had quickly figured out that his means of helping you did not mean he wanted you to feel like a charity case. He was sure in one way or another, you did. This led to him taking a much gentler approach when trying to help you, which in all honesty he had no reason to but he was always a man to follow his heart. If his heart wants to help this beautiful and brave lady; you, then so be it. Today he brought in one of the small wooden swords he used to play with and practice with when he was a young lad himself. He thinks this was the best choice for a gift. Granted he doesn’t know how your brother is but he hopes it’ll bring the small boy some joy.

Not very far from the main entrance gate was a boy. He had disheveled, matted hair. He looked very sick. Much like your description of him, he looked the same. Small frame, a bit shivering, pale skin that lacked any colour, sunken eyes boring his face, and chapped lips which bled from the side a bit due to dehydration. Taehyung couldn’t explain how much his heart shattered into pieces. The tears were already building up in his eyes and he had to look away to force the tears back inside.

You looked to your side at him, you understood his expression because you also had the same. You looked back at your brother, your heart ached for him, and yet you couldn’t do much for him. You felt a hand envelope yours, it was Taehyungs. He was looking at you with gentle eyes, as a sign for you to not lose yourself. You couldn’t be any more grateful. 

Your brother jolted upon seeing you too, his eyes widened. He looked so scared. His already pale face turned even whiter. You pursed your lips together and walked to your brother. With a smile on your lips, you gently embraced him; not too tight since he was so fragile. “Daehyun-ah, I have a friend of mine over. He wanted to see you.” 

Daehyuns eyes wandered to the tall man standing behind you. He seemed scared but slowly relaxed when he saw Taehyungs overly warm and sweet smile. Taehyung too with gentle steps walked to Daehyun and crouched down to his level. His smile never left his face. 

“Hi!” he said a little bit too enthusiastically. Realising how loud he was, he cracked a sheepish grin and continued. “I’m Taehyung. Your noona’s best friend. It’s nice to meet you, Daehyunie.” 

Daehyuns eyes lit upon his name being mentioned. Even with trembling lips, his lips curved into the faintest smile towards Taehyung. 

“I have a little gift for you Daehyun. I hope you like it as much as I used to.” 

His arms which were behind him this entire time now came forward. He was holding a small wooden sword. It looked adorable. Your eyes curved into crescents when you saw Taehyung handing it to Daehyun with a big grin. A domestic feeling settled within you. 

You guided your hands on your brother’s and helped him hold the little sword. You swear you hadn’t ever seen him so ecstatic. The sword felt a little bit too heavy for him so he let go of it with a small pout. The wooden toy walling on the floor with a thud and the little boy shut his eyes in disappointment. 

“Now, I’ve also got some fruits with me. You have to eat it all up, Daehyunie. How else are you going to hold that sword of yours, hm? We’ll make you all strong and big.” taehyung chuckled and looked back at you. 

Your smile was small but grateful. You had done so much but gotten so little. You had the burden of two worlds on your shoulder and got so little help. Though he couldn’t help in the ways he wanted to, Taehyung decided to be the pillar you could lean on when you journeyed through your life. 

Daehyun brought his shaky hand on Taehyungs and held it tightly with a big grin. His eyes were trembling. His pupils were glassy and a single drop of salty tear fell on their hand. That is when the man in blue had an epiphany, he had finally taken the first in becoming someone’s shield and someone’s hope. He was still far away from where he desired to be, but still a step closer from before. 

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