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browneyedbeauty03 · 5 years

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Langdon × Venable

“I want to see that part of you that humiliates you the most.”

Wilhemina Venable sucked in a sharp breath as Langdon—a mysterious man who represents the Cooperative and unexpectedly arrived at Outpost 3 mere days prior—put his hand on her, dainty digits curling up the slope of her heaving shoulder. He, however, didn’t get very far—as she’d clamped down on his warm hold as if she were a predator catching their prey. Razor-sharp nails dug into the fine flesh of his wandering hand, the tips of her fingers flushed a chalky white from her death grip.

Langdon choked back a chuckle, opposite palm raising upwards to cradle her as he murmured a definitive: “You won’t get a second chance.”

Venable hesitated, chest inordinately heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She hardly knew this man, Langdon—he acted as if the world revolved around him. He was cocky, confident, and to her dismay, incredibly enticing. His close proximity alone was enough to make the seemingly strong woman crumble to nothing but a pile of ash at his feet.

Timidly, she loosened her hold on his hand, optimistic palm slipping from the sight of his warm touch.

Langdon’s cozy, warm digits fiddled with the hem of her dress, swiftly unzipping the fabric as Venable sucked in a ragged breath. She wasn’t quite sure how to prepare for what was to come—repulsion, maybe? Laughter?

The cold zipper met the deep curve of the small of her back. She nearly jumped at the simplistic sensation of Langdon’s fingers as they gently brushed the inbetween of her shoulders before parting the fabric, ultimately revealing the entirety of her back—and, unfortunately, her shame—to him.

Her breath hitched, hot, salty tears consuming her blurred vision as he tenderly traced the horrific outline of her extremely crooked spine—the physical evidence of her scoliosis. Langdon’s touch was soft—feather-like, almost—hot, choppy breaths showering the raised skin of her goosebump-riddled back as he admired the drastic deformity.

“Does it hurt?” He cooed, his tone mocking that of genuine concern. However, she knew better than that. She knew better than to believe that he’d actually cared about her wellbeing. Besides, why would he?

Venable stifled a sob, just barely choking out a firm, “no.”

Langdon rotated his frame, a worrisome expression slapped across his smooth, silk-like features as the center of his brows scrunched, as if out of sincere solicitude. Venable could clearly see him through her peripheral vision, but she couldn’t bare to look at him—to see his reaction to her greatest flaw.

“Does it bring you great pain?”

After several moments of silence, the fire-crackling void filled with nothing but Venable’s choppy cries and Langdon’s soft, subtle breaths—she finally spoke, revealing that her scoliosis did, in fact, bring her great emotional pain.

While the expulsion of her deepest vulnerability certainly had Venable reeling from profound embarrassment as waves of a flushing heat seemed to course over the entirety of her trembling body, there was something oddly freeing about the admission. Langdon was oh so close. Too close - leaning in as if he were her long lost lover who had been starved the bliss of her kiss for an eternity. Everything about Langdon dripped with the syrupy sensual tease of his effortless sex appeal, and he could feel the exact moment in which the woman gave in to his pull for her trust, believing that her willing exposure had, in turn, won his approval. He could smell her unwilling arousal like a hazed mist, and it positively reeked with her formerly suppressed need to feel wanted.

“Is this part of my test?” Venable's hushed, quivering voice sought the answer to the question as Langdon only leaned in further, feeding off of the satisfying nectar of her deeply rooted insecurity.

“Isn't everything?” His words lingered heavy in the air, his tone falsely breathless and needy as if he were in the midst of receiving sexual gratification.

“Do I pass?”

Langdon moved closer, pulling her in with the entrancing captivity of his hooded azure eyes as his lips parted in preparation to speak.

“What do you think?” He purred, his warm breath tickling the trembling surface of her lower lip. Simultaneously, their eyes flickered closed—nimble noses colliding as Venable struggled to contain her choppy breaths. He was so fucking close, so much so that she could nearly taste the salty sweetness of his skin.

Langdon felt her pulse dramatically accelerate beneath his palms, pointed nose flattening against her cheek as Venable failed to answer his inquiry. Truthfully, she was frightened about saying the wrong thing.

“Ms. Venable,” Langdon began, his tone low and husky as his eyelids fluttered open, revealing Venable’s crimson-flushed complexion. By the simplistic shift in octave, it almost sounded as if he’d growled her name, amusingly, and the ‘s’ in ‘Ms’ appeared to blend together into a series of ‘z’s . . .“I do believe you’re blushing.”

Venable’s eyes opened, quickly blinking to rid her sight of the momentary blur. A satisfied smirk had crawled across Langdon’s lips, whereas a cocky grin consumed hers, before spilling: “And why would I ever blush before a man like you?”

“Mmm,” Langdon groaned, a subtle snicker laced in his tone. “We’re back to this, hm?”

His stunningly warm fingers latched around Venable’s ice-cold wrist, angling her arm downwards. His greedy stare never once left hers, a teasing smirk strung along his pink, plump lips as he gently pulled Venable’s apparently willing hand towards his nether regions. Nearly as quickly as he’d pinned her awkward grasp against his impending arousal, she’d yanked out of his hold—a shocked scoff slipping off of her lips as she stumbled out of his grip.

“Mister Langdon!” She shrieked, staring at her buzzing palm in utter disbelief. Langdon merely smiled, a hearty chuckle cascading over his lips as his chest rose with a deep, dark breath.

“Tell me, Ms. Venable,” he giddily began, stepping towards the plush leather chairs near the flickering fireplace. He collapsed onto the surface, softly sighing at the sudden comfort—before resting his elbows upon the arms of the chair, ring-clad fingers toying with his lips. “Are you a virgin?”

Venable stiffened under the suffocating weight of his question. Her condition had prevented her from ever succumbing to her carnal urges. She feared the repulsion that would come the moment any man set eyes on her sickening deformity. Though she had always lusted after the thought of what it would feel like to have the large hands of a dominant male bruising into her hips as she soaked the throbbing length of his manhood with the essence of her desire, she had never had the pleasure of actually experiencing it.

“That is none of your concern.”

Langdon smiled, free fingers inching downwards to adjust himself within the constricting confinement of his black slacks. Venable shyly avoided his blatant action, turning her head slightly as a series of unwanted thoughts bombarded her mind.

“Oh, but it is.” Langdon drawled, leaning forward in his chair. “Tell me, Ms. Venable, do you ever touch yourself?”

Venable flushed an amorous scarlet, gaze solely fixated on the pretty portraits painted along the walls, courtesy of the vibrant flames within the fireplace. Suddenly, it was hard for her to breathe. She felt as if he’d wrapped his hands around her throat—unbearably squeezing, limiting her air supply—and she nearly found herself repugnantly gasping for air at the sheer thought.

“Is that what you want?” He queried, baby blue gaze considerably darkening, a menacing look in his eyes. “To be choked?”

Appalled, Venable’s stare collided once more with his, head shaking from side to side as a plethora of uneasy stutters eased from her mouth.

“H-How did y-you?”

“Let’s just say that I can see into the dark places that people desperately try to hide,” Langdon grinned, easing back against the leather chair, the material groaning beneath the sudden shift. “I’d love to see your dark places, Wilhemina.”

“I don’t have any.” Venable countered, a bit too quickly for her liking. At this, Langdon raised an amused brow, spreading his legs slightly to reveal the intimidating bulge that was currently pulsating in his pants.

“Really?”

The way he spoke was like he already knew all of the answers, as if he had turned over every secret within the darkest, most depraved recesses of her soul, and was simply seeing if she dared to have the audacity to lie to him. He already knew how she would sink her fingers into her own warmth, slowly pumping in and out as her breathless pants filled the void of the night air to the erotic thought of a man painting the soaked walls of her cunt with the thick and creamy seed of his release.

Venable bit back an irate grunt, slick hold tightening around her rickety cane. Confidently, she took several strides forward, rapidly approaching a grinning Langdon as the stunning silver of his rings glimmered beneath the warm, orange glow of the room.

His lips parted in protest as the wooden cane slipped from Venable’s fingers, meeting the floor with a ghastly clack as the crooked-spined woman surprisingly straddled Langdon’s parted legs. Her knobby knees sunk into the cool leather of the chair, quivering fingers quickly lacing around his heaving neck as she suddenly squeezed.

A guttural gasp emerged from a clearly shocked Langdon, whose beautiful blue eyes widened in curiosity. Venable felt him stiffen beneath her frame, only momentarily, before falling lax once more—low snickers consuming the stale void as a pearly-white smile snaked across his mouth. Venable, however, refused to let up—calloused fingers applying ample pressure to the flank of his neck. She could clearly feel the steady thumps of his collective pulse against her fingers, her teeth barred in irritation as she meticulously clenched her hand around his soft skin.

“There will always be men like you,” she began, the left of her dress slipping down the slope of her rounded shoulder. Langdon, however, didn’t seem to notice, (or maybe, he simply did not care). “Vile, repulsive, cocky men who think the world revolves around them. Men who think they’ve got nothing to lose. Men who believe women should get onto their knees and kiss their feet—worship them, even. Well, let me tell you something, Mister Langdon,”

Venable paused, loosening her hold on Langdon’s neck as she leaned forward, darkly painted lips just barely grazing the edge of his ear, his bountiful blond curls tickling the flesh of her jaw. She felt him shift his hips beneath her, his rock-hard bulge digging into the curve of her thigh as buzzing butterflies consumed her belly.

“I will never fall to my knees before you, nor will I worship you.”

Before Langdon could come up with some quirky reply, Venable had suctioned her lips to his—suddenly and sloppily, as if she’d never kissed another human being before in her life. Truthfully, she hadn’t in many, many years . . .

Her fingers detached from his heaving neck, rotating upwards to meet his glorious blond curls, knotting tightly within the silky smooth hair. Langdon intentionally moaned into the curve of her parted mouth, tongue lapping at her lipstick-riddled lips, fingers clawing at her back. Intentionally, he ran the pads of his fingers along the prominent groove, which crookedly curved down the length of her back. It enticed him—her shame—and he wanted more, more more more . . .

Venable awkwardly lapped at his lips, their tongues briefly colliding in an uncanny escapade. The taste of his mouth was absolutely exhilarating, a sweet, scrumptious mixture of warmth, lust, and a hint of mint.

Langdon’s curved digits met the flaps of her unzipped dress, generously parting the fabric as the unattractive outfit tumbled from her wide-set shoulders. Their lips hardly parted, hot, squelching kisses generating sublime arrays of goosebumps along Venable’s flesh as the dress fell to a gaping pile at their laps.

Venable refused to pull away from the kiss, mainly because she was too worried to catch his expression—to see how he’d react to the sight of her nude from the waist-up. But, when the edge of his thumb just barely grazed her nipple, she nearly screeched—head tossing back in bliss as their mouths finally detached.

Langdon took this opportunity to place hot, open-mouthed kisses down the slope of her neck, fingers timidly toying with the raised, hardened bud of her nipple. Venable nearly yanked the luscious blond locks from his scalp at the extraordinary feel, her eyes rotating to the back of her skull as she unintentionally ground her hips against his, eliciting a heightened moan from the aroused man.

Langdon's long and agile fingers penetrated underneath the barrier of Venable's half discarded dress, his fiery hot palm gravitating up the expanse of her thigh until he was met with the cotton barrier of her embarrassingly basic underwear. The woman felt her heart rate accelerate as Langdon's touch suddenly moved to her soaked center, tracing teasingly light circles over the covered area of her swollen, aching bud. The man held her captive with the intensity of his widened stare, his jaw going slack as he watched the woman fight the primal urge to beg.

Langdon's head tilted as he drank in Venable's response to the subtle variations of his too light assault on her most sensitive area. Her painted eyelids fluttered open and closed as puffs of labored air emerged from her smudged lips. A splotchy, rosy blush decorated the expanse of her perky chest, climbing up to grace the sharp apples of her cheeks. Unable to continue to take the soft torture of Langdon's mocking affliction, Venable arched herself forward, grinding her soaked cunt down onto Langdon's palm as a needy, heightened mewel involuntarily escaped from her parted mouth.

She was too aroused to care that this devilish, mystery of a man was sneakily tearing down all of the walls she had spent years constructing.

“Tell me, Ms. Venable,” Langdon drawled, his nose affectionately brushing against hers as their mouths hovered dangerously close together. She could feel the dizzying sensation of his hot breath on her tongue, clouding her mind until she slowly, instinctively began to hump his flattened, wandering hand.

“What is your deepest desire?” With the charged utterance of his question, Langdon slid a single finger past her panties, slipping the entirety of its length inside of the juicy constriction of her clenching walls.

“This.” The single word, the unexpected confession came out as a strangled cry, earning a triumphant groan from Langdon. A single finger slowly pumped in and out, at a pace so agonizingly slow that Venable’s nails curled into the flesh of his neck, leaving behind crescent-moon shaped marks and nearly drawing blood. The coolness of his rings sporadically collided with her burning heat, prompting blissful bursts of butterflies to consume her stomach once more.

“More,” she spoke, her tone low and husky as she buried her nose into the crook of Langdon’s neck, peppering shy smooches along the surface. “I need more.”

Langdon snickered, shifting beneath her weight as Venable’s paws clawed at the leather of his belt, desperately attempting to tear the fabric from his legs.

Suddenly, the sturdy room shifted beneath their feet, and Venable found herself plastered to the cold wood of the desk, the curve of her cheek pinned against the surface as she released a strangled shout. Her head was swimming, and she felt as if she’d just stepped onto a boat in the middle of the ocean.

“H-How the . . ?” She stammered, attempting to lift her skull from the surface. However, it appeared as if her features were, quite literally, glued to the wood.

Langdon took his place behind her, soft snickers enveloping the area. His warm palms met her hips, where that hideous, Victorian-style dress loosely clung in a bunched heap of fabric, fingers curling inward to claim chunks of her skin between his palms. She nearly groaned at the surprisingly erotic sensation, arms bending backwards to trail touches along his fingers as Langdon’s hands rotated to her updo.

“Why don’t we let down this atrocious hairdo, hm?” He cooed, lengthy locks tickling the nape of her neck. Langdon knotted his ring-clad fingers into her hair, assertively ripping the abundance of bobby pins from her scalp as the dark strands eased down the slope of her heaving back.

Venable crumbled within his somewhat soothing embrace, nose gently meeting the rugged slant of her jutting spine. She released a soft sigh at the feel, grip tightening around his wrist, arm curled at an incredibly awkward angle. His touches were slow and sluggish, plump lips occasionally extending outward to place a delicate kiss to the most prominent portion of her deformity.

Quite suddenly, Langdon's broad hands began kneading Venable's ample ass cheeks, spreading her wide open. She let out a small, uncomfortable squeak at being so exposed, the cool air caressing her glistening folds despite the heat radiating from the crackling fireplace. The man released his reddening hold on her ass only to draw back and deliver a prominent smack to the right cheek.

Tears prickled in the corners of Venable's eyes in a mixture of pain and humiliation as his fingers dipped back into her, fully encasing himself in her creamy essence before swirling her own wetness over her clit.

“Langdon,” Venable pressed, “please . . .”

A sadistic chuckle bubbled up from the depths of Langdon's throat and he began to spread Venable open once more in order to expose her. He could feel her dwindling will, sense the dissipation of the fraudulent power she so desperately felt the need to exert as if it was a tangible thing.

Breaking her down pleased him. And while she had so vehemently refused to bow, she certainly had no trouble in bending over.

“Please what?” Langdon hissed, moving his hand in order to graze the tips of his fingers along the striking deformity that was her spine. He didn't want her to forget her weakness for even a second - he wanted her insecurity to plague the back of her mind even as the tip of his manhood penetrated the spongy depths of her virgin pussy.

“Fuck me,” Venable growled, her eyes flashing as the dark locks of her hair began to plaster to the side of her face. Her breathing was heavy, nostrils flaring in annoyance that Langdon was obviously purposely delaying her gratification.

Just when she was about to rise from her degrading position on the desk, her ears picked up on the sound of Langdon unbuckling his belt. Metal against leather, the soft whipping resonation seemed to be amplified tenfold by the semblance what the action represented. Venable's watering mouth went dry, her legs beginning to waver as if she were an unsteady, baby deer. Even though the two were a reasonable distance away from where the fire burned, it so suddenly felt as if the flames were licking over Venable's skin, not missing a single inch of her flesh in the fashion of a lover's starved and doting tongue.

Langdon did not give Venable any warning before he seathed the entirety of his engorged cock into her tight cunt, causing the woman to cry out as her cherry red blood mingled with her milky white wetness.

Virgins get wet so easily . . .

Venable released a low grunt, nails digging deeply into the refurbished wood of the desk. She drew her lip between gnawing teeth, nearly drawing blood as she not-so-patiently awaited the pain to cease. Lucky for her, Langdon’s thrusts were slow and full, fingers feebly trailing along the heaving flesh of her back. He was shockingly silent, as if he were afraid to even breathe—or speak.

A plethora of pants graced his tongue, just barely easing through his cracked lips as Langdon awaited Venable’s verification that she was—in fact—okay. However, he couldn’t quite seem to spit the inquiry out.

After numerous full, lengthy thrusts—Venable’s pained pants shifted to a series of breathless sighs, the muscles in her limbs instantaneously falling lax as the pain turned to pleasure. Her sudden wave of relaxation did not go unnoticed by Langdon, and he seized the ripe opportunity to quicken his pace, the lurid sound of their skin slapping together mingling with the animalistic grunts that were being emitted through rows of his bared teeth. Venable was unable to control the visual images that were flashing in her mind as she wondered exactly how it would feel the moment Langdon's cock began to pulsate with the satisfying exertion of his release inside of her . . .

“Beg me for it.”

A plethora of nasty pleas emerged in the form of highly pornographic moans from the mouth of Wilhemina Venable as Langdon lifted her hips until the soles of her feet were no longer touching the ground. The cool metal of his rings were digging into her overly heated flesh, and she was sure they would leave indentations - evidence of where his hands had been. The sound of her literally begging for his cum was nearly pushing him over the edge, the moist coating of her juices allowing him to ruthlessly slide in and out of her extreme tightness with ease.

“Do you want it?” Langdon grunted, his movements becoming untimed and sloppy, earning an exaggerated “yes” from an immensely aroused Venable. She was so near her own release, desperate for friction against her aching clit.

Without warning, Langdon's throbbing cock was pulled from the suction of Venable's core, and the woman cried out as the unfamiliar and unexpected sensation of his release messily squirted in between her ass cheeks, coating the entirety of her puckering bud in its heat as it messily dripped from her crevices.

Langdon grunted as he milked out the last bit of his cum, one handedly spreading Venable open further as he let it drop onto her unexplored rosiness. His eyes rolled to the very back of his skull, the golden locks of his mane of hair messily framing his face as he chuckled at the painfully obvious moment Venable realized that she would be entirely denied her own gratification.

“Langdon, please–”

At this, the man merely sighed, stuffing his softening self into the confines of his jet-black slacks once more, the audible sonance of the zipper prompting the hairs to irately stand tall on the back of Venable’s neck.

Sheepishly, she rose from the desk—legs wobbling, knees nearly buckling from the conflicting sensation as the warm evidence of Langdon’s release dripped down her bare legs. Venable begrudgingly watched as the long-haired bloke stood tall, slender fingers dismissively brushing away irritable strands of bold, blond hair as he sarcastically smiled.

Bitterly, Venable regained her composure—awkwardly pulling the bunched-up dress back over her shoulders as she wobbled in the direction of her discarded cane. Langdon stood still, a sneaky smirk snaked across his lips, pearly-white teeth peeking through as the clearly satisfied man diverted his attention to the nearby desk, which stood half-a-yard away from his tall, lanky frame.

Venable was shaking like a leaf—but, not from nervousness or even relief. No, the woman was trembling out of pure, exasperated anger. Her knuckles nearly flushed a ghastly white from her death grip on the cane, makeup-riddled eyes contorting into that of thin, pissed-off slits as she rounded on her heel and made a beeline towards Langdon once more, whose back was turned to her, lucious, long locks draped over his shoulders.

Before the man could glance back at the sudden sound of Venable nearly sprinting towards him, a sharp, stinging sensation struck the back of his left knee, prompting the limb to unintentionally buckle. Unwillingly, the confident man messily tumbled to his knees, wide palms breaking his fall as Venable circled him, planting her feet before his kneeling frame.

Curiously, Langdon lifted his head, vision partially concealed by a mess of knotted, weighty locks. His boggled blue eyes glared upwards at her, swollen lips parted in bewilderment as a satisfied smile claimed Venable’s smeared mouth.

“Well well well,” Venable throatily mocked, choking back a chuckle. “Look at who’s on their knees, now.”

#ahs #ahsapocalypse #michael langdon #codyfern #smut #wilhemina venable

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lubdubsworld · 7 years

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Scarlet String of Fate ( Taehyung/ Yoongi )

A/N : i wrote this very many days ago. i thought i’d put this up here just in case some of you might like this pairing. it’s not an OC fic. it’s Taegi.

Rated : M

Au : soulmates Au . Scarlet string of fate.

Prologue :

"So, the pink or the peach?" Soyou smiled, leaning over the counter of their kitchen table, blinking prettily up at him, while he searched for the car keys. Yoongi gave her a vacant smile.

"Your pick , sweetheart." He said absently, mind barely registering her question. He had a meeting with one of the idols in about an hour and he still had to pick up some stuff from the studio, call his manager, fill his car up with gas and get some of that mineral water from the store down street. Soyou pouted, because she was the sort to actually care about stuff like whether the napkins at their wedding rehearsal were pink or peach, but Yoongi on the other hand preferred a court wedding with no fuss and just a couple of his best friends as witnesses so it was really the same to him, whether it was pink or peach.

Most days he tried to indulge her little whimsical fancies but today he was hard-pressed for time. As if on cue, something painful and hard began squeezing his chest, momentarily cutting off his breath. it went away as suddenly as it came and he was just left breathless. Panting a bit he turned to Soyou who looked concerned.

"Are you okay , babe?" She frowned and he managed a weak smile. He smiled reassuringly.

"I'm fine babe. Let me know which one you pick. I'll see you tonight for dinner." He kissed her lightly, found the keys wedged between his music notes and proceeded out of their condo to the elevators.

He had almost told her about the little symptoms he's been experiencing the past few weeks. The breathlessness, the churning pain in his heart, the sudden aches inside his body which make him momentarily paralyzed. They're not exactly a puzzle.

His body was getting ready to form a soul bond.

The horrible thing was Soyou wasn't experiencing any of the same symptoms and that could mean just one thing. He was forming a soul bond with someone who wasn't his fiancee.

Getting into his car and staring at the mirror, he sighed. He looked the same as he had seven years ago, he thought . He felt a little more mature of course and truthfully, he was looking forward to getting married and settling down. Maybe have a kid or two. It's hard, moving on from Bangtan Sonyeodan but even now after they've all gone their separate ways, they had manged to remain best friends. it helped that they were all in the same industry. He got to see Namjoon everyday because they worked together. He saw Jimin and Hoseok at least thrice a week because their dance studio was in the same building as his recording studio. Seokjin and Jung Kook were usually around for their weekly dinners.

It was Taehyung he had somehow fallen away from. Not a surprise really, they'd never been close in the general sense of the word. Their personalities were stark contrasts. Although if Yoongi is perfectly honest ( and drunk out of his mind ) he would admit that he'd always been physically attracted to his bandmate. The only one of the six attractive men he'd spent so much time with. That was a big surprise in itself. Yoongi wasn't the sort to be drawn to someone he didn't connect to, personality wise but Taehyung had just been so... well beautiful was the word really.

He sighed again . He didn't really want to think about Taehyung now. He'd done enough of that in his days at the dorm. And it annoyed him no end, knowing that the younger had probably never spared him more than a casual thought at the most.

He had to stop thinking about him and start worrying about this so called soul bond he was forming. He hoped his soul mate, whoever he or she was would stay the hell away from him. He did not want to ruin what he had with Soyou.

"Is it getting worse?" Jung Kook said sympathetically, watching Taehyung clutch his chest, curled in on himself on the bed. The doctor who was hovering over him looked completely at a loss.

"It seems to be a normal soul bond . But I'm assuming there are a lot of negative emotions attached with this one. It could be because his soul mate is in a committed relationship already or subconsciously doesn't want the bond. A rejected bond could be very painful and potentially dangerous." The doctor says with a worried tone and Jung kook feels nervous worry creep up his spine.

"i can't believe this is happening to TaeTae. " Jimin whispered, staring at the handsome actor, curled into the mattress in a fetal position, hair and face drenched with sweat and eyes glassy with fever.

"I don't understand , can't we do anything about this?" Hoseok interrupted , looking very upset as he looked away from Taehyung's writhing form.

"Well, any medication we give him, could potentially affect the formation of the bond. it would be better if we wait till the bond is fully formed before we decided what to do. If we can't find his soulmate, we can always sever the bond. " The doctor said thoughtfully.

"But wouldn't that affect his soulmate?" Seokjin said worried.

The doctor shrugged.

"Your friend's symptoms indicate that his soulmate is obviously rejecting the bond. It wouldn't affect him that much. unless it's one of you guys." He joked.

"One of us?" Jimin blinked.

"Well, you're all friends, aren't you? That's a lot of emotional baggage right there. Severing the bond may not be an option if the soul mate isn't a stranger. Any emotional connection can feed a soul bond."

"So if that happens?" Jung Kook said, wide eyed.

"If that happens you would have to work it out I guess. If there's already an emotional connection between Taehyung and his Soul mate, severing the bond could be potentially fatal for your friend." He said bluntly.

All four of them went stiff.

Once the doctor left, they exchanged glances.

"You know what we have to do right?"

"Call Yoongi and Namjoon."

Yoongi felt his breath catch when he heard Jimin over the phone.

"He's in a bad way hyung. You need to be here." The younger said urgently and Yoongi glanced at the clock on the studio. it was a little past eight in the evening. He was supposed to meet Soyou....but Taehyung. Oh, God Taehyung.

He left Soyou a quick message and a second later Namjoon came in , accidentally hitting his toe on the door.

"fuck!" He swore and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"we've used this studio for six years and you still hit yourself on the door, you klutz."

"Hyung, come one we need to go... " Namjoon said anxiously and Yoongi felt something like panic build up in his chest. He tried to calm himself down but it was hard. His chest was pounding and he could feel his breath catching inside his lung on each inhale. It felt like some sort of an amplified version of the symptoms he'd been experiencing and he wondered what was wrong with him.

When they reached the hospital, Yoongi faltered a bit near the elevators when a sharp pain hit his heart again.

"Hyung, you alright?" Namjoon whispered, worried and Yoongi quickly nodded.

"I'm fine. Which room is he in?"

The VIP room was closely guarded , although the media had no idea about Taehyung being hospitalized and Yoongi and Namjoon got ushered in quickly. The moment Yoongi saw Taehyung , his knees buckled. Taehyung let out a little groan and the others looked a little more worried.

"How long has he been this way?" Yoongi said, settling down on the nearest armchair, trying to ignore the way his head was pounding right now.

"According to his manager, nearly a month. but he refused to come to the hospital till last night. That's when the manager called me." Jung kook was sitting right next to Taehyung, using a wet cloth to wipe down his sweating face.

"I don't understand, are soul bonds supposed to kill people?" Jimin swore looking furiously helpless.

"It's not the bond. It's the negative emotions apparently linked with the bond. Whoever his soulmate , must really hate him." Hoseok said miserably.

Yoongi couldn't imagine anyone hating vibrant, happy Taehyung. Annoyed by him, sure..but hate?

"How are you Yoongi hyung?" Jung kook said softly finally greeting him properly.

"i'm fine... Soyou and I finally fixed a date for our wedding.."

The moment he said the words out loud, a very clear picture formed in his head. Beautiful Soyou. He could spend the rest of his life with her.

He really loved.....

Before the thought could finish, searing hot pain exploded inside his head, ripping him in two. He swayed and doubled over, falling forward, the floor rushing to meet him at breakneck speed. He gasped as hands turned him over. white light, Namjoon's face looking stricken , litanies of ' hyung hyung hyung.'

And then he felt it, the gentle touch of something thin, slowly circling his wrist.

The bond, he thought , stunned.

The Soul bond was forming.

He gasped for air and suddenly he was being lifted up, pushed into a bed and it was right next to Taehyung. He was right next to Taehyung in the same bed. He blinked and slowly, his vision began to clear, the pain reduced and his mind came into focus. He blinked blearily, trying to bring his heart rate down. Next to him, Taehyung had stopped moving and his breath came out in shallow little pants.

"Hyung. Oh my God hyung..." Jung Kook looked horrified as he stared at him.

"What..What's wrong..?" He looked to the side and his eyes fell on the glowing red thread , streaked with gold and ruby, glistening around his wrist.

"Yeah. I've been having symptoms for a while.."

"Hyung no!! Look." Jung Kook shouted and finally Yoongi followed the thread as it wound up underneath their bodies in little red loops that flashed and glinted finally ending around Tae's wrist. Yoongi stared speechless. The implication finally registered like a two-ton truck to the gut.

He was his soul mate.

Kim Taehyung was his soul mate.

And then an echo of Hoseok's words, whoever was his soulmate must really hate him.

Bright white light exploded behind his eyes and then everything went black.

Is it fact or fiction? The way I feel for you?

Taehyung felt his legs tremble a bit as he stood in front of the mirror in the hospital bathroom. He glanced down at the red thread that circled his wrist, pulsing scarlet and gold in the dim lighting, stretched and lengthened to accommodate the distance between him and Yoongi. Yoongi who was lying on the bed, asleep, probably dreaming of ways to murder Taehyung. Taehyung sighed, his lips wobbling a bit as he stared at himself. It was in times like this that he realized he was still very much a child, despite the twenty six year old body he lived in. He was scared. So horribly scared.

The faucet had running hot water and he held his hands underneath the water, hissing a bit when the water hit the bond. It was still very sensitive to touch. But that was just temporary. once the bond settled it would slowly fade, become invisible except when they...

Taehyung swallowed.

Yoongi was engaged to marry. He had to keep repeating that to himself, for the past three months, ever since he had heard the news for the first time from Jimin. It had completely shattered him . He'd never realized just how much he had liked the rapper, till he'd felt the air knocked right out of his lungs . After that , the symptoms had started.

But now it was okay, he tried to tell himself. The wait was over. The bond was formed and that meant they could make some sort of a decision.

"Taehyung?" Yoongi's tired voice made him jump and knock her hip against the granite counter and she winced.

"Be careful." Yoongi chided through the closed door and Taehyung flinched.

Of course, till the bond settled, Yoongi would likely feel what he was feeling . Pain, pleasure, anger and hurt. Everything would be shared. Suddenly Taehyung could feel bitter anger flooding his senses . It wasn't fair, having his darkest miserable thoughts and feelings shared with the one man who would likely look at them with contempt.

"It's okay Taehyung. Come on out." Yoongi sounded very level headed and not at all upset. But then, that was Yoongi. Always clear-headed in a crisis. No drama or confusion or panic even when the sky was falling. By contrast Taehyung went into a frenzy at the smallest thing.

"Hyung..." He choked out, opening the door. His body tipped forward, because he was still a little weak and Yoongi caught him easily, around the waist .

"I've got you.." He grunted and Taehyung blinked as pleasure floods his system at the physical contact. Yoongi must feel it too , because he lets out a little breathy moan, one that made the hair on Taehyung's neck stand on end. It's the bond, he thought miserably. The bond would make Yoongi feel things he would rather not feel. Things he probably only wanted to feel with Soyou.

At the thought of Soyou another wave of pain hit him and Yoongi gripped him hard, arms around him as he slowly maneuvered both of them to the bed. Once Taehyung was lying down, Yoongi stepped back, looking exhausted.

"You're a mess." Yoongi shook his head and Taehyung flinched.

"I'm sorry..." He said meekly, pulling the blanket up a bit to cover his bare chest. Yoongi gave him a curious glance.

"Why are you sorry? This isn't anyone's fault. It's just a tragic coincidence." He shrugs, moving to the bedside table and pouring Taehyung a glass of water.

Tragic coincidence.

Taehyung swallows dryly, wishing desperately that he could find a way to hide his feelings for Yoongi.

"I ...don't know if I'm reading this wrong. i mean... Do you...like me? " Yoongi said finally and Taehyung froze underneath the sheets.

It's not surprising. It was easier to hide his feelings when they were band mates.

Easier to pretend it was just a crush.

But now the bond had broken his pandora's box and laid his heart bare in front of Yoongi.

The elder knew everything. Could feel everything.

The way his voice makes Taehyung tremble. The way his smile makes his heart pound right our of ribcage. The way his hot and heavy gaze, naturally sultry without even meaning to be, hits him so hard in the gut that he can't breathe.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi."

"I guess that changes things. But, Taehyung you know .... You know I can't..." Yoongi looked embarrassed and apologetic and Taehyung wanted to die.

"I.. yeah. Hyung. You and Soyou. i know. It's alright. I won't... I won't try to come in between." He whispered, part of him dying.

Yoongi didn't say anything. Just stared at him like he was peeling every layer off, baring his soul and finding all the little flaws Taehyung kept hidden.

"You know, I don't hate you, right?" Yoongi said hesitantly and Taehyung startled.

Biting his lips , he shook his head.

"Of course, hyung. It's okay. You should go back to her." He said nervously.

Yoongi nodded.

"I spoke to the doctor, he said that the bond should settle in a week or two. Once it's done and well, once I ..marry Soyou, the effects may fade." He said softly.

Taehyung nodded.

"You'll be alright? Right?" Yoongi hovered near the door, looking torn .

Taehyung smiled, wide and brightly, the boxy smile lighting up his face even though he knew it probably didn't reach his eyes.

"Sure Hyung. I'm just happy you're happy. Congratulations on your marriage hyung."

Yoongi bowed his head once and stepped out, gently closing the door shut behind him.

"You told her?" Namjoon said quietly, watching Yoongi file away their latest ideas in separate folders. Yoongi is ridiculously organized and Namjoon found it taxing to live up to the standards sometimes, but he knew that the elder used it a way to calm and collect his thoughts when they got too choppy.

"I spoke to her a few hours back." Yoongi said with a deep sigh. He had bags under his eyes from the sleepless night spent with Taehyung. The younger had gotten steadily better however, every touch of Yoongi's fingers to his skin somehow soothing and healing him. By midnight his fever had broke.

"I'm taking she didn't take it well?" Namjoon grimaced.

Yoongi shrugged.

"It would be unfair of me to immediately jump on board with the idea. no one wants their fiancee to form a soul bond with someone else."

"True. Will this...affect you guys?"

"I told her I didn't want it to. She was hesitant but she told me as long as I stayed away from Taehyung she wouldn't mind." Yoongi shrugged.

Namjoon flinched inwardly, feeling sorry for Taehyung who had always had a soft spot for Yoongi.

"And you're okay with that, hyung?"

Yoongi hesitated.

"It's not like i have a choice here Namjoon. I mean.. Soyou is... well she's my girlfriend. She's going to be my wife." He said helplessly.

Namjoon waited a good few minutes before voicing something he's been meaning to for years.

"No one will think low of you...if you break up with her." He said carefully.

Yoongi stiffened.

"What the hell, Joon.."

"We both know she isn't... she's not right for you hyung." Joon said nervously. He didn't want to piss Yoongi off but all these years, he had always felt that his hyung was making a terrible mistake , putting up with Soyou who more often than not, took advantage of Yoongi in the worst ways. Namjoon knew the girl had even cheated on Yoongi a couple of times. The worse thing was, Yoongi had known. But he had never confronted her over it. Instead he'd just let it go.

"Fuck you." Yoongi snapped, standing up abruptly.

Manjoon sighed. Well, at least Yoongi hadn't drop kicked him in the ass.

"Hyung, don't hurt Tae." He said pleadingly and Yoongi stopped near the door, his grip on the doorjamb tightening inexorably. Then he turned the knob and walked out without a word.

Taehyung hesitated while the make-up artist worked on his hair. He could feel jittery nervousness rising up inside him and he knew, without even thinking about it, that it was Yoongi feeling nervous.

It was now , nearly a week since the bond had happened. Taehyung had pretty much mastered the art of separating his and Yoongi's emotions and while he still got sharp little pangs now and then, the pain had more or less settled down. It was more of a dull throb than anything else.

The loneliness is debilitating sometimes.

Taehyung feels stuff like affection and tenderness and loyalty and he knows that Yoongi's directing those emotions at Soyou and not him. it's like he's a little kid, out in the cold with his nose pressed up against the glass display of a candy shop, being offered tantalizing glimpses of what he couldn't have. What he would never ever have.

It hurts.

And the worse thing is that Yoongi knows.

Yoongi knows that Taehyung is going to pieces because of him.

And it still didn't make him want to come see Taehyung.

It's sobering.

The director called for the shoot and when Taehyung stood up , his world suddenly swam. Something hit him in the pit of his stomach and he felt himself starting to go hard. But it's not pleasurable. It's ripping him in two.

His knees gave out the moment he called for his manager.

Doubled over, on hands and knees, he tried to crawl away from the pain, foolishly. Of course he can't crawl away , not when the pain is inside him. He takes deep pants and there's another sliver of arousal but this time with a bit of worry. Yoongi's having sex , Taehyung realized with a pang of agony. He was making love to Soyou and the Soul bond did not like it at all.

It twisted around his wrist in a bruising grip and Taehyung let out a whimper of pain, while his manager tried to get him to stand. But he couldn't. The pain was slowly building up, radiating off his bones, turning his insides into ash and he gasped in shock.

"Hospital..." Manager grunted. But Taehyung shook his head. Whatever he was feeling , it was his own fault. He knew that this was just the Soul bond hurting him because he was stupid enough to keep thinking about Yoongi when he really ought to be getting over him.

And he'd be damned if he ruined Yoongi's relationship just because he couldn't take a few minutes worth of pain.

But then it all stopped. The pain , the arousal faded and it got replaced by nail-biting worry and Taehyung flinched because he knew what had just happened.

Right across the distance separating them, thanks to the Soul bond, Yoongi had felt him going to pieces. Was most likely, panicking now thinking Taehyung was hurt.

Sure enough less than fifteen minutes later, a frantic looking Yoongi came crashing through the film site, looking like he'd run like the wind to get there.

Taehyung groaned and sat upright on the couch he'd been lying on and Yoongi's relief flooded him like some dam being opened. He sagged against the couch as his hyung rushed over, looking terrified.

"What the hell happened to you??" Yoongi breathed, reaching for him without a word, pulling him into his arms and Taehyung froze.

"I..." He stammered through some meaningless words and Yoongi clutched him tighter.

When he pulled away, he looked somber.

"This isn't going to work, is it?" He said finally, defeat written all over his face.

"Hyung I..."

"It's okay. It's fine...This is all my fault. Don't worry about it I'll take care of this. Hyung will do the right thing Taehyung-ah. I'll make sure you don't hurt again..." Yoongi whispered, threading his fingers through Taehyung's hair.

"Hyung..." Taehyung shook his head." No!! You don't have to..."

"It's my decision. And I've already made it. I'll break up with.... with Soyou. You can move in with me today." Yoongi said shortly.

Taehyung felt his heart scream in protest. He didn't want this. Yoongi didn't want this at all.

Because he could feel the regret, disappointment and guilt in Yoongi's heart like it was in his own.

"That's the bedroom. The bathroom's through here. i usually leave for the studio at around 7 in the morning so if you have time off you'll have the house to yourself. i don't have a lot of movies or videogames but you're free to bring any of your stuff here , if you want to. " Yoongi said briskly, watching Taehyung as he hovered near the doorway , clutching his little backpack like it was his lifeline. He took in the delicate features, the soft edges of his frame and the way he looked positively delicate in his white t-shirt , the fabric hanging loose around his collar, offering Yoongi a view of honey skin, and collarbones. it made him swallow more than a few times, that view.

"I'm so sorry hyung.." He said biting his lips and looking like he expected Yoongi to attack him any moment. Yoongi sighed in defeat.

"i know this isn't an ideal situation, Tae but it won't get better if you keep apologizing. What's happened has happened. Let's just get through this without worrying too much, okay?" He said patiently.

"But Soyou..."

For some reason, her name out of Tae's mouth made him very angry.

"For the last time, it's none of your business. This is a temporary thing anyway. Once the bond settles I can go back to her, so you needn't worry about it." He didn't mean to sound harsh and he didn't exactly yell, but Tae recoiled like he'd been struck. Yoongi caught a brief flicker of fear through the bond and he frowned. He wasn't the sort to hit people or anything. Why did Tae act like he was terrified of him?

"I'm not a violent person. Don't be scared.." He tried to make his voice calm but Tae looked a lot like a cornered animal. He wanted to soothe the younger, who despite his age was still a lot like a little boy. But he didn't. instead, he slipped his fingers inside his pockets, and gave him a stern look.

Taehyung nodded and swallowed.

"I won't bring her up again." He said softly, sounding chastised.

"Do you want to sleep? You still look very tired..." Yoongi said gently.

Taehyung hesitated.

"What about dinner?"

"you're hungry..i can order something..."

"Or, i could cook ..." Taehyung said quickly and Yoongi blinked.

"I'm not letting you anywhere near my kitchen." He said calmly after a minute.

Taehyung looked surprised and then turned red.

"I'm not so awful, hyung. I mean..I've learnt to cook .." He said, looking a little lost. Yoongi shrugged.

"Even so, I'd rather not risk it. I'll order in some food. You still like Japchae?" He said casually. The moment he said it, he blinked. Did he actually just remember Taehyung's favorite food ? He doubted he knew even Soyou's favorite food. But then Taehyung had been a constant in his younger years. A constant hassle with a bottomless pit of a stomach and Yoongi remembered buying the younger a lot of food those days, just to keep him from becoming restless and destroying stuff. A Taehyung busy eating was a Taehyung out of trouble and he'd often kept little stashes of candy around his studio, ready to give it out when Tae was being particularly rowdy near his precious equipment.

The younger would immediately hoard the sweet treat, find the nearest flat surface to curl up on and enjoy his little surprise with childlike fervor. Yoongi found himself smiling like a goon at the memory, before catching sight of his face in the mirror. He blinked. The sight of his own smiling face was so jarring.

Good God how long had it been since he'd smiled like that??

Taehyung didn't seem to notice, however, just nodding and moving to peer into the guest bedroom.

"Can I take a shower?" He said , biting his lip in an annoying distracting way that made Yoongi clench his fists.

"Why are you asking? I told you to do whatever you want." He shrugged and Taehyung looked a little hurt. Yoongi sighed. This was an impossible life, he thought in despair. Yoongi was just naturally curt and straightforward and Taehyung was just naturally sensitive and easily upset. Now, what kind of a fucked up universe thought they were meant to be soulmates??

Later that night they ate a shared meal of Japchae and cold noodles and Taehyung was unnaturally quiet. Yoongi didn't press it but he could feel all the worry and confusion that was churning through the other male. He was especially worried about the little pangs of affection that Taehyung directed at him, the little emotions hitting Yoongi deep. He felt sorry for Taehyung because he knew the younger didn't want him to know. But it was hard. The bond made Taehyung an open book and Yoongi could feel the infatuation like Taehyung was screaming it at his face.

It unsettled him.

He'd never thought of Taehyung as someone he could be in a relationship with. Sure, he may have fantasized about kissing the soft plump lips or running his hands over the smooth planes of the boy's chest but it had never progressed beyond that. Taehyung was....well he was Taehyung. Crazy, wild child Taehyung who didn't care about normalcy or societal norms. Yoongi on the other hand hated drawing attention to himself, craved silence and peach like his next breath.

in other words they were just not right for each other.

Taehyung woke up to very loud voices.

He stared at the ceiling for a second, trying to remember where he was, but then his name made him pause.

"Taehyung is just trying to wreck our relationship. He's probably pretending to be hurting so you'll fall for it!! Don't be so naive , Yoongi!" Soyou's voice jarred him and he flinched. What's he supposed to do now, really? Stay here? It seemed wrong to just lie here listening to them fight.

"Soyou, I'm trying to do the right thing here. He's a friend. I can't just toss him away." Yoongi was saying.

"He's in love with you. It's disgusting .... " Soyou's voice dripped with anger." How can a boy like another boy...it's gross and filthy and I don't know how you're putting up with that..." Soyou's voice was shrill , her words making Taehyung go ice cold all over. Did Yoongi think it was disgusting as well? For him to like men?

"That's enough. I told you not to talk that way about him. " Yoongi's voice was soft but very firm.

"Fine. You and your little freak can stay here and indulge in all kinds of abnormal trashy filth. But mark my words, you'll come crawling back to me once you realize how much of a whore he is. I've heard rumors about him. HE's probably slept with a hundred people to be the supposed star he is right now..."

And then silence.

Taehyung lay perfectly still, hurt permeating his bones like someone had taken a power saw to them. He wanted to sink into the floor and never get up.

A minute later , the door opened and Yoongi stood framed in the doorway.

Taehyung couldn't stop the words that burst out of his mouth.

"I didn't sleep with people to be successful." He choked out.

Yoongi swore and then stepped closer, reaching to touch him and then pulling his hand back.

"I'm sorry, Taehyung-ah..." Yoongi's voice was very soft.

Of course, he knew that Taehyung was upset. Had probably felt all the hurt that Taehyung had felt.

"It's okay hyung." He said quietly.

"I've made an appointment for us with a Soulbond Councillor. I thought we should talk with an expert, sort out what's going on before we make any decision. " Yoongi said firmly.

"Okay. As you say hyung." Taehyung turned around , facing away from Yoongi, and staring at the wall instead.

There was a pause for five minutes when the elder just stood there, looking down at him before leaving without a word.

"Well, I think it's best if we get into the basics first. " The councillor, a Mr. Kim looked from one to the both of them with a bright smile.

"Soulbonds are eternal, powerful and dangerous when mishandled. They can't be broken without careful medication and the right equipment so if you try to sever it by yourself, you'll likely hurt or possibly kill each other. "

Taehyung grimaced at the gruesome description.

"Second, Soulbonds are not chains weighing you down. You don't have to marry or fall in love with your soulmate. It's entirely possible for two people to be soulmates and never even meet each other. Soul bonds aren't visible to anyone but the ones you're bonded too. So your partner need never know you have another soulmate, unless you tell them. "

Yoongi nodded.

"Now, about soul mates who do meet and who, in your case, have known each other for a while, it gets a little tricky. " The councillor looks almost sympathetic as he stares at them and Taehyung feels a bit apprehensive.

Taehyung could feel the worry bubble over inside Yoongi.

"See, soul bonds form at birth , but they only ever get activated when both parties are ready to fall in love and make a commitment. It may be with each other or with someone else. in your case, I suppose Yoongi's decision to marry Soyou and settle down is the reason the bond began to materialize. "

"However, the soul bond feeds off emotion. So even though the bond hadn't physically manifested itself, it's always been there between you and Taehyung. Which means that from the moment you met each other, and started developing affection or friendship for each other, the bond has been getting stronger. Soul bonds feed off emotion and every emotion you have ever felt for each other has probably made the bond very strong. Which is why it nearly killed young Mr. Tae over here. Your bond is just too strong. Clearly you guys have a close relationship. The bond is strong. If you decide to sever it, it's going to hurt the weaker one of you two. In this case Taehyung ssi..."

Yoongi was so pale he looked white.

"You mean unless, i end up with him he's going to die..." Yoongi whispered. He looked horrified.

"Now, yes. The bond is strong right now Very much. By all counts , it should affect both of you equally, but for some reason that I can't fathom, Taehyung seems to be taking the brunt of it. If you leave him now, it could be fatal for him...."

Yoongi's hand shot out and gripped Taehyung's clenched fist. He squeezed hard.

"But it's going to go away, once the soul bond settles and weakens. It's evry powerful now but the effects will fade in a few weeks. Till then you should probably be at reach of each other at all times. " The councillor looked from one to the other.

"Not an issue at all." Yoongi nodded briskly and Taehyung felt helpless.

"Once the bond settles, you'll have to make a quick decision. The bond will have to be severed very quickly and firmly when it weakens. We'll have a very short time frame when this has to be done. afterwards you'd have to stay away from each other, for good. Especially if you want to pursue other relationships..." He stared pointedly at Yoongi who swallowed.

"You mean I shouldn't meet Taehyung again?" He said quietly.

The councillor looked very sorry.

"I'm afraid so. Soul bonds are magical things that we could never fully understand. Considering the kind of sever effects it seems to have on Taehyung, it's better if you get a clean break from each other, Yoongi. You'll have to make a firm decision. You'll have to lose Taehyung completely or be with him permanently. There's no middle ground here. " He said seriously.

Both of them stayed quiet afterwards.

"Can I talk to both of you alone , now?" He smiled.

"How are you feeling?" Mr. Kim said , once Taehyung had left. Yoongi stared at Mr. Kim feeling nub all over. He'd never imagined a life without Taehyung. He wasn't sure he even wanted to imagine one like that.

"Confused. Wrecked. Helpless. So fucking furious I want to kill someone." He said through gritted teeth. And then he got a shot of worry shoot through him. Taehyung. He'd probably got a shot of Yoongi's anger and was worried. Yoongi struggled to calm himself down.

"You do realize that Taehyung is in love with you?" He said briskly and Yoongi froze. He knew but to have it put into words was like a gunshot.

"I...."

"Don't hurt him, Yoongi. I know you're still young. i know you're in love with Soyou or think you are anyway. Whatever decision you make, don't be selfish enough to drag Taehyung along. If you can't give him everything, everything, you should let him go. For good." Mr. Kim said briskly and Yoongi swallowed.

"Okay." He could feel his heart growing heavier. He had nothing to give Taehyung. Taehyung deserved love, happiness and a vibrant partner who would cherish him and revel in all the bright energy and sunshine that the younger carried around. He didn't deserve a guy like Yoongi who was more familiar with the inside of his studio than anything else. Yoongi could never love Taehyung the way he deserved to be loved.

Even if he gave Taehyung everything, it would be woefully insufficient, he thought miserably.

When the bond settled, Yoongi would do the right thing. He would break up with Taehyung and give the younger a chance to find true love.

The love he deserved.

Taehyung felt his palms sweat when he got called in guilt churning inside him as he stepped into the office after Yoongi came out. Yoongi gave him a light hug , the little touch filling Taehyung with so much warmth , he nearly staggered at the force of it.

"Go on in.." Yoongi said gently and he nodded.

"Take a seat Taehyung.." Mr. Kim smiled.

"I'm sorry..." Taehyung felt tears prickle and the older's eyes softened.

"oh, don't cry son. it's not your fault. The heart feels a certain way because it's meant to. You can't control who you have feelings for. It's not your fault..." The older said gently and Tae sniffled.

"Okay..."

"But I'm going to tell you the honest truth, Taehyung. Unless you stop thinking about Yoongi things are going to get tough for you..."

"Mr. Kim..."

"I didn't mention this in front of Yoongi but I think you should know that it's you. You're the one feeding the soul bond. unless you stop falling in love with Yoongi, it's going to get stronger. And then, if things don't work out between you two, you're going to end up hurt. Very badly. Physically and mentally. You do not want that...."

Taehyung's knuckles turned white with the force of how hard he was clutching the edge of the table.

"I don't..."

"Meet someone else. It's the only remedy I can suggest. Find someone else to like and love. Right now, Yoongi occupies the entirety of your thoughts. That has to change. Make new friends, hang out with new people, go out on dates. Reduce the amount of emotions you're pouring into your relationship with Yoongi. You can't make the bond stronger, Tae. It's dangerous..." Mr. Kim looked genuinely worried and Taehyung nodded.

"Okay... Okay..." He said blankly.

"This isn't just about heartbreak Tae. This could potentially kill you. Don't make the wrong choice. " Mr. Kim said firmly.

Suddenly Taehyung was so very cold and so very lonely.

He remembered how warm it had felt to hug Yoongi. He wanted that.

Oh, how badly he wanted that.

A/N : did anyone cry? * sobs *

let me know if you guys liked it...i’ll post the next part then,...

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Rock band Shinedown removes the stigma around mental health and addiction in “Attention Attention”

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Rock band Shinedown removes the stigma around mental health and addiction in “Attention Attention”

For Shinedown’s most new album, “Focus Interest,” the rock band resolved to get really personalized, and no song was a lot more vulnerable than “Get Up.” Front guy Brent Smith penned the anthem right after seeing his buddy and bandmate, bassist Eric Bass, battle with clinical melancholy.

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At its main, the tune discounts with empathy. Smith’s lyrics reflect a shared expertise. Though he may not have endured the same struggles as Bass with depression, pain can — regretably — be a common human practical experience and that feeling of unconditional assistance and solidarity for his pal is the driving variable behind the track.

Remarkably, “Get Up” was not pre-planned. Bass created the music for it, and Smith did not share the lyrics or motivation for the tune until finally they recorded it. Nevertheless Bass realized promptly who the music was about when Smith laid down the vocals.

On a short split from the band’s entire world tour, Smith and Bass spoke to Salon about “Get Up,” psychological health, dependancy and how displaying vulnerability strengthened their connection with their lovers.

Let’s start off conversing about “Get Up.” Tell me about the solitary, the track and the information.

Brent: It was like lightening hit each of us with inspiration at that time, because I was so concerned of crossing the line with our friendship – because I experienced hardly ever carried out a thing this private in advance of in regard to me and him – that I didn’t want to offend him. And I didn’t want to upset him, due to the fact I adore him. He’s my associate, and he is my bandmate and we create with each other. This was a pretty particular issue that I just expressed to him. And he wasn’t upset at all. I was so concerned to cross the line with him, but Eric just eradicated the line.

That music was this sort of a sounding board for the rest of the tunes that became “Consideration Consideration.” I imply, “Get Up” was a huge pivotal instant for not only us, but just in the earning of the album. It was a very powerful minute.

Eric: We truly feel like “Get Up” just in essence unlocked this history. Brent and I experienced conversations prior to that tune about some of the subjects that we had started to write about – which was substance abuse problems – and some of the things we experienced been by with each and every other above the previous couple of decades, dealing with that and working with my depression.

We have fallen apart, we place ourselves back again together once more. Let us create about it, but it took a music like “Get Up” to make it OK to do that. Here’s a little something which is been seriously individual for me. My wife, my shut family and my bandmates had been definitely the only people who knew something about my severe depression concerns.

We took the shackles off at that issue, and we reported, “Let us just compose truthfully. Let us create the tale of what has took place to us above the past few decades and make the report out of it.” People are going to determine with that. Individuals enjoy honesty, particularly our supporters. They really like the reality that we’ve published one thing that is so personal, still they can come across a piece of them selves in each one of this songs – primarily a music like “Get Up.”

Eric, were being you ever afraid to let Brent produce this tune or to publicly open up up by way of new music about your struggles? It’s a quite susceptible situation to be in.

Eric: It is a susceptible location to be for sure. I wasn’t actually afraid of it. I failed to know what I was heading to say to other persons. I consider extra than nearly anything, a lot more than staying worried — I understood that, for the reason that it was heading to arrive to gentle, that this is what I go by, and a ton of folks go via the similar matters — that I was going to have to have interaction men and women in conversation. And they have been heading to engage me in discussion, inquiring issues about it. I’m normally frightened that I am not heading to have the correct reply for them. You know, for the reason that I am not a therapist. I’m dealing with this just like they are. And, so, seriously for me, the only apprehension I have experienced with it is: What takes place if any individual is genuinely achieving out to me, and they seriously require assistance?

I was never worried about any kind of stigma or anything with it to be trustworthy with you. It’s truly been quite a relief to be able to articulate some of these things and communicate to folks about the points that I was afraid of chatting to individuals about. I never generally have all the solutions for them, but just partaking them in discussion about it and getting a dialogue, even if it truly is for a few minutes in a meet and greet, which is actually been pretty therapeutic for me.

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I want to speak about some lyrics from the music. “I am on the vibrant side of being hell bent / So, get it from me, you are not the only one/ Who cannot see straight.” They are really highly effective.

Eric: They’re really some of the coolest lyrics in there, and they’re very particular to me actually.

I appreciate the fact that Brent – when he wrote the song – he wrote the 1st verse genuinely just about the two of us. And I try to remember that currently being anything that just sort of definitely grabbed me and was really emotional for me, truly, due to the fact from the to start with verse out of the gate, I know he’s crafting about me when he’s speaking about “clinging to the mild of working day” and “medicine will not do a lot, it just numbs your mind.” Then he turns it on himself and says, I guess it “may well seem a minimal intensive/ I am on the vivid aspect of currently being hell bent/ So, acquire it from me, you’re not the only 1/ Who are unable to see straight.” He is conversing about himself.

Brent is a super-rigorous man, and he’s been down some truly tricky roads. He is conversing about having difficulties with his dependancy issues and recognizing that he has to regard that – just like I have to regard my depression. And that’s why he’s saying, “You might be not the only just one/ Who are not able to see straight.” I know I am not on your own when he claims that. I usually beloved that line in the music.

I am intrigued if your romance or your connection to your followers has strengthened or transformed since of the honesty of this track.

Brent: The astounding issue is that, whether it can be someone that has been with the band since the pretty to start with album or they are just variety of finding out who Shinedown is – in particular with this album, and these songs – the significant factor to do with the viewers, genuinely, is to let them speak. We have penned the content, but we want them to be capable to converse about it, since they may perhaps not have at any time talked about it.

We meet up with a great deal of men and women on tour, and a large amount of periods they just want to explain to you their story or what they have been via. And, actually for us, it is really about listening to them and giving them our time. We at times never even have to say nearly anything to them, due to the fact they do speak about the lyrics, and they discuss about the tunes and they talk about the music. They know that it is really very legitimate from us, mainly because we are not able to pull tunes out of slim air. It has to be actual. So, a great deal of times, it is really just enabling them to converse. Which is what we try to do as a band – and to give them a platform – just as a lot as they’ve supplied us an wonderful system.

Eric: The accomplishment of Shinedown is just what Brent just said, is the fact that it really is trustworthy. We really don’t at any time make something up. That’s also been the success of rock ‘n’ roll music, and a good deal of persons will say rock ‘n’ roll songs is useless. But Kurt Cobain was currently being brutally honest, as well – it obtained inside of of men and women. People latched on to what he was saying. Shinedown is a absolutely distinctive band then, that we have a entirely diverse information. But we are not writing music for the club – we are creating what we know. We’re composing our ordeals down and performing them by way of music. If a kid can listen to our track and go, “He’s composing about a little something that he knows that he is lived by, and I have lived as a result of the identical issue,” it provides them hope.

What do you feel is significant for individuals to bear in mind and acknowledge as we continue on to try to clear away the stigma all over psychological health and fitness?

Eric: The important point for people today to keep in mind, who never suffered with any type of depression troubles, PTSD, psychological wellbeing, anything at all like that is: The persons who have the dilemma don’t realize it any a lot more than the folks who don’t have an being familiar with. You experience unfortunate. You don’t know why you really feel unfortunate.

My spouse, who thank God does not experience with any of this, who’s been with me for 24 several years. And she to this day will not fully grasp nearly anything I go by means of, but she understands that it is really authentic to me. When she sees that I’m down, she doesn’t go, “What’s wrong with you? You have no purpose to be frustrated!” and commence listing the reasons why I shouldn’t come to feel the way I come to feel.

It won’t discriminate. It doesn’t issue what your age, race, social financial position is, it gets you. It will provide you down and when you’re having an episode or when you happen to be down and out, it doesn’t subject. None of that stuff issues. You can’t even give people a rationale why, since you will not know why you experience the way you feel. That’s type of the saddest factor for the sufferer and the most frustrating matter for the person who is observing them go through.

It really is important to bear in mind they cannot assist this, and for God sakes, the worst thing you can do is get started giving them factors why they need to be satisfied. They want to go look for enable, they need to locate men and women who can help them out of this circumstance they are in.

We just will need to develop a more delicate modern society — produce additional of a narrative, a lot more of an atmosphere exactly where individuals sense like they can go discuss to another person about this. I am residing evidence that chatting about it — not even chatting with anyone in specific — just articulating what I’m heading by way of has served me a good deal in the past handful of months. I can truly come to feel a distinction.

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