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Beloved Butterfly | kth

— From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he thought you were so beautiful—a butterfly he was so hesitant to touch in fear of it flying far away, but you stayed. As he became yours, you became his—his beloved butterfly.

Word Count: 3,989 Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader Content/s: suggestive themes, mature content (violence, guns, blood, all that mafia shit), fluff, romance, established relationship, dual pov, cold mafioso!Tae is a simp for you, you & tae being a dangerous couple (rawr?), there was an attempt with the action sequence lol, ANGST, Mafia AU

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A/N: I really liked this one butterfly dress I saw on Pinterest and this was supposed to be a sweet CEO AU but I had just love the angst that the Mafia AU promised IM SO SORRY (っ °Д °;)っ ANYWAYS, i hope y’all enjoyed!! Let me know what y’all think (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

The black fabric falls gracefully over your figure before fluttering down against your calves. It was fairly simple at the front with a decent plunge that showed just enough of your décolletage to be the blank canvas that will display the layers of jewels you had planned on putting around your neck. The real party was at the back of the dress, which had the lace flowing out from the center into the shape of a butterfly—an imitation of fairy wings almost.

Grabbing the pair of pearl earrings on your vanity table, you take a look at the woman in front of you. With most of her make up done so simply, she would've gotten away with a natural look—had it not been for the red that painted her lips. Her hair was held up in a simple bun with delicate wisps of hair framing her face—a style which allows her to appear effortlessly elegant and showcase the beautiful lace detailing on her back.

She looks beautiful.

You look beautiful.

You had no doubt about it—nor would you have had the chance to in the first place. With footsteps coming close, you knew instinctively he was coming.

Kim Taehyung.

"You look absolutely ethereal, darling," he instantly says this, the moment his eyes landed on you, engraving every detail in his head of the way you looked in the mirror. It would be sin to ruin such a beautifully put together masterpiece, but who was he if not a devoted devil?

The red on your lips stretches to a smile at his words. “Thank you,” you say, eying him through the mirror with a gaze firm but fond. “I spent a great deal of time planning it through.”

Taehyung huffs like a child at the subtle warning you sent him. There was a dinner, you see, that Namjoon invited the both of you to, and with such high regards to pair with your will to fit into his world, your boyfriend knew there was no way convincing you out of this one—but, he’ll definitely try.

Stepping forward, his arms wrap around your waist in an almost territorial manner, a contrast to how his words soon come out. With a pout on his lip, your boyfriend puts forth his puppy dog eyes. "How can I possibly let you leave?" he then coyly whines, "can't we stay, hm?"

The lips grazing on your shoulders was tempting, but you manage to simply give him a sweet smile through the mirror as you put your last earring into place. You knew well a wolf hid behind that puppy façade. "We can't, Tae," you tell him, wordlessly handing him the necklace. "We promised we'd attend on time."

In spite of the pout on his lips, Taehyung abides by your silent request and drapes the pearls around your neck, the diamond heart resting just right in between your collarbones as the gold chain that accompanies it hangs idly by. The proud grin on his face couldn't be helped—he had given this to you after all.

This moment of triumph however was thwarted. It was hard not to when you caught the sneaky hands that were trying to slyly make their way down your hips. You thread your fingers together, locking them in front of your middle to keep them from wandering off. "Behave," you softly chastise, turning your head to shoot him a warning look.

Alas, he only wolfishly grins, not at all threatened by your scolding, but he nonetheless indulges. "If I do, will you reward me?" He muses, nose skimming along your cheek as his breath fans your skin.

You hum, turning back to press your lips in a short but sensual kiss. "Maybe," you say, pulling away from his embrace with a teasing smile. "Come along now," you sweetly call, "they’re already on their way there. We should be, too."

Taehyung almost growls at how easily you could walk away from the moment, but he composes himself. If he couldn't tempt your lust, then he knew it was best not to tempt your wrath and obey—for as long as he can, at the very least.

After all, good boys get rewards, and Kim Taehyung loves such luxuries.

Well into the night, the dinner party was in full swing—and yet, he would really rather be home right now.

Taehyung watched as you talked with Jimin and his girlfriend, perhaps something about her job and the latest project she was working on. The amiable smile and sweet gestures that encompasses you makes the atmosphere light, easily easing the newest addition to Bangtan’s world—something that Jimin has once pulled you both aside and immensely thanked you for.

For Taehyung, it was expected, of course. After all, it had been your own curious courage for a conversation that sparked a bond between you both—you, with your kind gaze making him fall in love with you—and when it did, it burst into a never ending flame.

A ghost of a smile lingers on Taehyung’s lips, but the icing on the cake is the fiery heart eyes he was making. One would argue that this softer look on the mafioso’s face was a sign of weakness—his heart bared on his sleeve in all of it’s vulnerability. After all, your constant presence has gotten rid of that terrifying glare he unconsciously does.

Such softness, however, mustn’t be taken advantage of. You, after all, had been taken in under Bangtan’s wing—trained by him, Jimin, and Jungkook themselves. You will never be caught so easily, and even if you would’ve been, there’s no way he’ll just stand there and do nothing.

As Jimin's girlfriend takes him aside to the buffet table, Taehyung seizes his chance to fill in your company. “Care to dance with me now, sweetheart?” he murmurs against your ear, as you idly sipped on a cocktail.

You hum against your glass as you lean into his hold. "One second," you chuckle as you down the rest of your glass, setting it down on a passing waiter's tray. Fully facing him with a smile that nearly compels him to do the same, you link your arms with his. "Shall we?"

Taehyung straightens his posture as his eyes dance in playful joy. "We shall," he muses back, leading the both of you to the dancefloor where other couples have gathered to the music performed by the quartet.

The sway that the two of you easily fall into made more time for Taehyung to engrave you into his mind—your eyes shining in awe at the chandeliers overhead, the constant beginnings of a smile that settles on your lips, and, of course, the love your soul bears as you finally turn your attention back to him.

"What is it?" you lightly snort upon noticing the dreamy haze his eyes cast onto you. "Something on my face?"

Shame doesn't make it to his face, a proud, flirtatious smirk tugging at his lips. "Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you look tonight, my dear?" Taehyung purrs, head playfully tilting as you did.

From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he thought you were so beautiful—a butterfly he was so hesitant to touch in fear of it flying far away, but you stayed. As he became yours, you became his—his beloved butterfly.

Again, you laugh—such music to his ears. "Only about a dozen times on the way here," you muse, jokingly leaning in as if your words were a secret no one else should hear. "As you should, of course."

Taehyung chuckles. "Mhm," he agrees, "feel free to smack me if I ever lack in that department."

You endearingly roll your eyes at his teasing, knowing full well he never holds back with his compliments. "Just dance with me, will you, Kim?"

Your boyfriend pulls you closer without any further complaints. "With pleasure," he croons, standing tall with the pride of being with a beauty such as yourself. Oh, how he loves you.

BANG!

Alas, there are things in his life that put his beloved butterfly at risk.

The sound of gunfire pierces the paradise he's crafted for the both of you, the noise ripping a startled scream from all around him—including you. Immediately, the gentle, warm hold he had on your waist protectively tightening around your waist like a boa constrictor.

Who the fuck decided to ruin such a good night?!

Scouring the ballroom, he spots multiple gunmen surrounding the room as people begin taking out their hidden guns too. He turns to you, seeing you sneak your own pistol out. "Jagi—"

You interrupt him with a chaste, shaking kiss as you put up a brave front. "I'll be fine," you tell him, already readying to join the others. "Let's get out of this hellhole, hm?"

Taehyung could barely nod at your words, instinctively shooting at a bastard he saw point a gun towards you both. The two of you move almost in sync towards an exit, the panicked crowd nearly separating you two once or twice, but Taehyung never lets his eyes lose sight of you.

"Taehyung over there!"

His head whips towards where you nodded your heads towards—a set of revolving doors where Hoseok and Jimin held their stance as Namjoon guides Jimin's girlfriend out with him to safety. His hyung, too, sees you two. "Taehyung! (Y/N)!" Hoseok calls, "come on!"

Running.

That was all you could think of.

You ran so much, your calves were aching to no end. It's most definitely a bad day to wear heels. Taehyung's half tempted to carry you over his shoulders, but neither of you could afford to stop, not when there were bullets chasing after the four of you.

At some point, an intersection presents itself, with enemies in the hallway in the way of the two of you crossing over to where Hoseok and Jimin had managed to cross. The two of them cover for you both as you hurried over to them on the other side of the hall, Taehyung’s large frame hovering over as if to shield you.

“What’s the plan?”

There was a note of urgency in his voice, his grip tightening around your hip as he gently moved you away from the corner. With Taehyung on your left and Jimin on your right, you check your bullets as the men think about the next course of action.

Before you, Hoseok grunts as a bullet nearly pierces him when he turns to peak around the corner. “The parking,” he then tells your boyfriend, “get the cars, and the others if they haven’t made it there yet.”

As soon as the four of you gathered your bearings, you all immediately fell into a system of pairs—Jimin and Hoseok, and, obviously, you and Taehyung. Taehyung covers for you from behind whilst you manned in front. You manage to shoot two men down on your way to the venue’s parking lot.

As Hoseok and Jimin crouch towards Jimin's car, you and your boyfriend head to a different part of the parking lot for his. “Fuck,” you hear Taehyung lowly cursing under his breath, making you follow his line of sight, where you soon see that near his car were the some armed men looming around.

Fuck, indeed.

The two of you hid behind a pillar as you thought of the next move, which, fortunately, came to you. "I think there's about four of them," you note, "if we take down two each, then we’ll have about a few minutes until their backup arrives, right?"

Taehyung nods, though the rough layout of the plan doesn’t do well to assure him. Fishing out the keys from his pocket, another problem presents itself—there in the faint reflection of the car the two of you were hiding behind, he sees another man sneaking behind you.

Without another thought, Taehyung shoots him in the head. A bold and great move, had it not been for the fact that it attracted the attention of the other men in the area and unleashed a whole fight.

The two of you curse under your breath, as both sides tried to stick bullets into one another. One would say this is no fair fight—two against how many is a sure sign of being outnumbered—but this was Kim Taehyung, one of Bangtan’s best sharpshooters, and you trained under him.

Still, they kept on coming as the two of you tried to crouch closer towards his car—which hopefully doesn’t have too many holes in it to not work, otherwise this’d all be for naught. The rising tension is surely getting to you both, especially with the worry gnawing on you both about each other.

Yet, in the midst of the adrenaline rush, pain shoots through your body, an unexpected casualty considering that there's something sticking out of your shoulder —a throwing knife and not a bullethole.

“(Y/N)?!”

Ahead of you, Taehyung calls out for you, frantic to realize the two of you have been split from the other—perhaps because right now you were ducked behind a different car, trying to process the fact that a knife was thrown at you. You debate your options, pulling it out would make you bleed out, but you need it out to move more and shoot these bastards down.

It was then, another knife lands a nasty dent on the car behind you, missing your head by a couple of inches. You barely have the time to be shocked, forced to aim your gun at the bastard and shoot the last of your bullets on him, putting a bullet to his hand and neck.

Looking at the empty gun in your hand, you curse and tuck it back beneath your dress. You don’t have much time, this you know as you peeked over and saw your boyfriend occupied in between shooting, taking guns from the dead men around him, looking around for you, and getting close to his car. That’s it.

Taking a deep breath as you hold on to the knife embedded in your shoulder, you nearly make your lip bleed from biting back a scream. The grip you have on the handle is tight even as it shakes, and you use your other hand to apply pressure on your bleeding shoulder.

You waste no time catching up with Taehyung, sneaking past the bullets as best as you could under the disadvantage of only having a knife to your defense. Easily, your boyfriend frowns in fury at the sight of you clutching your injury, shooting the assailants around you to clear a path for you to make your way to him.

Too busy, ensuring your safety, he forgets his own, leaving you to notice the weakened bastard a few feet away, dying but not dead yet, aiming a gun his way. In that instance, your feet pick up their pace, sending you practically crashing into your boyfriend and Taehyung welcomes it, not knowing what was going on.

Two bullets lodge themselves into your back, while another grazes his arm. Only then did Kim Taehyung realize what occurred, the world around him turning deathly silent in spite of the fight still ongoing. Almost automatically, his eyes lock on the man, firing a bullet right between his eyes.

Sliding behind a car, Kim Taehyung tries to breathe, but even with his wrangled breathing, all he could say was your name. “(Y/N)?” he whimpered, his breath staggering just as much as his steps were from the impact. Looking down at your frame in his arms, he watched in horror as the blood bloomed across your back, the red butterfly ever so cruelly taunting him.

He pulls back to look at you, praying the blood was someone else’s from somewhere in the commotion. Still, he couldn't will himself to move in any bigger motions, hands shaking at the thought of making things worse.

All the while, however, you seemed to be grappling with reality, processing what had just happened. A soundless hiss leaves you at the pain lighting your body on fire. You can’t breathe—could hardly breathe—but you have to leave. You have to—

Your thoughts come to a halt upon realizing that Taehyung’s car is right before you. You made it.

Barely hearing him call your name, you lightly push him and yourself up. “Drive,” you urged him before he could utter any protest. This, your boyfriend obeys immediately, fishing for his keys and opening the car for you both, the bulletproof windows providing some coverage as you finally made it inside.

As soon as Taehyung reaches the driver's seat, he instantly revs the engine back to life, and plows through the gunmen trying to stand in your way. In that moment, a call from the others comes in from the burner phone hidden in the dashboard. It must be one of the boys.

Did they all make it out?

You could barely make cohesive sense of the conversation they were having, barely even register the twist and turns that Taehyung was making to lose track of any bastards that could be tailing you. By the minute, your consciousness slips from you, no matter how hard you wrangle it back into your hold. There’s a bitter taste of blood in your mouth, and it dribbles down your chin. You’re bleeding all over the place and everything hurts like a bitch.

Next to you, your boyfriend’s heavy stare catches your attention. Your eyes meet, your dazed gaze with his teary, furious ones. “Why did you do that?” he weakly hisses, before glaring at the road before him. It's almost terrifying just how fast he was driving.

Leaning your head against the window, your eyes flutter close as you try and gather your bearings. “Because I would die for you,” you tell him, laughing a little at the memory of him saying those very words to you too. Funnily enough, he, too, had caught a bullet for you then, and you had spent the whole week both scolding and pampering him.

If it was the same this time around, Taehyung would gladly take it—pray for it to be the case instead of the worst. He would take the heart attack over the heartbreak any time—would rather spend weeks, even months fussing over your bullet wounds than have you go now.

Mustering some strength, you reach to weakly squeeze his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, as you wipe away at the blood tainting your lips. “I did it without thinking.”

Either of you barely hesitate with one another, that much he knows. His eyes fall shut for a moment, just as a frustrated sigh falls from his lips. His heart hammers as he takes the car en route to the nearest trusted hospital. "Stop talking," Taehyung sternly commands, taking your hand in his. "Save your strength."

You know well how hard he’s trying, and while you put all of your faith in him, he’s hardly stable at the moment. It hurts to breathe, but you put on a mask of calm collectedness. "Keep your eyes on the road, Tae," you then tell him, "Focus."

Taehyung’s breath shakes as tears run down his cheeks. "I can't," he admits, stealing a glance at you. The color on your face fades, but he hangs onto the traces of your bright spirit.

“I love you, Kim Taehyung,” you tenderly tell him—just in case.

The frown on his face is immediate. “Don’t,” he curtly tells you, almost pleading, “Don’t say it like that.”

You softly smile at him, your poor darling, knowing that beneath this jaded front was a man who gave you his heart, the world, and more.

Taehyung skidded between the lines of hating the damn smile and indulging the very warmth it radiated. Perhaps, it was fortunate then, that his eyes blurred with even more tears.

No. Taehyung soon retaliates with himself, turning his focus on the road just as you said. I want to see her. Keep an eye on her. I have to get her to a doctor.

All the way there, his hand doesn’t leave yours—the faint warmth and pulse giving him a sense of hope as he drives. He doesn’t let go—not until the nurses held him back from entering the emergency room, not until he was forced to wait outside, not until another doctor forced him to get his own bullet wound dealt with.

Now, he’s left alone with his terrible, terrible thoughts.

Kim Taehyung shakes—with rage, with fear, and with hurt—even as Jimin and Yoongi came to sit with him, and assured him that the doctors will be doing the best they can, he couldn’t pay them any mind. His head bubbles with the ugly thoughts of blame, resentment, and vengeance.

“Mr. Kim…?”

Hours of what like forever later, a doctor finally came to him, approaching nervously. Kim Taehyung, being the intimidating force of nature he is, looms over the man with an eyebrow cocked, daring him to deliver bad news.

“We’ve done the surgery to the best of our ability,” the doctor stammers, “but…”

Taehyung’s blood ran cold. “But what?”

“She… she already lost a lot of blood, sir…”

Then and there, his world crashed.

Next to him, Jimin holds a tight grip on his arm, both to comfort his old friend and to hold him back in the case of an outburst. “Taehyung…” he calls for his name, but the man doesn’t give him any response. Taehyung was clenching his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into the palms of his skin, drawing blood.

Without another word, Taehyung pushes Jimin away, storming out of the hallway, but his two hyungs catch him in time. The two of them hold him by the arm, wrangling the young man as best as they could. “Taehyung, that’s enough,” Yoongi scolds him, the older man struggling against holding him back. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

But the man in their arms could barely think anyway. “Let go of me!” he bellowed, chest heaving from the sobs that escaped him. “I’m gonna kill them! I’m gonna fucking kill them!”

Bystanders look at the commotion, shocked by the profanities being screamed—unaware that the grieving man was an actual criminal. “Calm down first!” Jimin yells as the two of them drag Taehyung away from prying eyes. “You need a plan to think things through. You’re going to get yourself kil—”

“I don’t care if I get killed!” Taehyung bites back, “I don’t—”

A slap renders Taehyung speechless, the sting on his cheek waking him up for a second before he glares back at Yoongi who now holds him firmly by the shoulders. “(Y/N) wouldn’t want you dead, Taehyung,” he tells the young man, “think and focus.”

At the mention of your name, he stops fighting back, head hanging low as sobs wrack through his very being. He plays the last of your words in his head.

I love you, Kim Taehyung.

This dawns yet another revelation to puncture another crack in his heart. “I didn’t…” he whimpers, letting Jimin pull him into a hug, “I didn’t tell her I loved her back.”

His best friend rubs circles on his back, heart breaking for the loss of a friend and the heartache of another. “She knows you do, Tae,” he assures him, “She always does.”

And Taehyung knows this well too. That smile you gave him was everything he could ever need to remind him how much you love him and how much you know he loved you too. The thought alone soothes yet burns him all the same.

Anger fades from his eyes, but so does every other emotion. His beloved butterfly, crushed under the cruel boot of fate while the bastards that started all of this are out there. “I’m gonna kill them,” Taehyung swears on his life, carving all of this in stone, “all of them.”

And like the butterfly of fate itself, your death unleashes a storm.

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak

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