BTS/GOT7 oneshots

(A) My wings (Taegi ft Taejin)

The darkest thing since Gone

Based on a theory about Blood sweat and tears and 2:53 in the video

A really good idea I'm working on a fanfic for

Contains abuse, suicide, and death/resurrection

Taehyung quietly opened the front door, tiptoeing in to try not to get his boyfriend's attention drawn to him. He was probably too drunk to even remember Taehyung was his boyfriend.

Taehyung's foot accidentally nudged a beer bottle on the floor and a loud rolling noise filled the room.

Jin's head whipped up and Taehyung knew he was done for.

"Taehyung! Where've you been?!" Jin tripped his way towards him, grabbing onto his shirt and shaking him. Taehyung could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I was out with a few friends..." Taehyung muttered, biting his lip.

"Trying to cheat? You lying bastard!" Jin swung his fist across Taehyung's face, throwing blow after blow. Jin pinned him up against the wall, the punches not dying down one bit.

After he was satisfied, he dropped a bloodied Taehyung on the ground.

"Always with that Jungkook..." Jin shook his head, looking over his shoulder. "Next time, why don't you sleep with him?"

Taehyung slumped against the wall, a quiet sob escaping his lips. He turned to place a hand on the wall, and completely broke down crying.

"Cry your eyes out, slut." Jin muttered as he took another swig of his beer.

Taehyung looked up at the table beside him, which had two empty beer bottles on them. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted more than this life, which was awful and twisted compared to what it used to be. Jin used to hold him and play guitar for him, singing to him. That was before he lost his job and started stress drinking.

It was like Jin didn't even remember how they used to be, taking no break in drinking beer after beer.

He wanted it to end, and knew exactly how he would do it.

He grabbed a bottle off the table and swung it at Jin, glass shattering everywhere. He continued to repeatedly stab him in the stomach repeatedly, driven by his rage and depression.

Jin looked at Taehyung one last time with a regretful and sorrowful look, like he sobered up for a second, before his body fell to the ground. Blood poured out of his stomach, staining his white shirt and creating a pool on the ground.

Taehyung dropped the bottle on the floor, panting heavily while staring down at Jin's life draining body.

"How does it feel? To be beaten and bruised till you can't breathe." He spat. "Jin-hyung, I loved you." He turned his heel to walk away before he felt Jin tug on the leg of his pants.

He turned back around to see Jin, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Tae, please..." He whispered. "I'm sorry..."

Tae got down on his knees, cupping Jin's face. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes again, and it blurred his vision.

"I love you, so much..." A single tear slid down Jin's cheek, and his eyes fluttered shut, and he drew his finally breath.

Taehyung sobbed, clutching onto Jin's lifeless and bloody body. He clung onto him, rocking him back and forth.

"What have I done?" He screamed, sobbing and burying his face into Jin's shoulder.

He cried and sobbed and screamed his heart out, rocking Jin back and forth for a solid 30 minutes before he wiped his tears away.

"I'm such a sinner, I can't live with this crime." Tae pressed a kiss to Jin's cold forehead, before he stood up and walked to the bathroom.

He filled up the bathtub and wrote a suicide note on a sticky note and placed it on the mirror, stepping into the bathtub.

He sunk into it, closing his eyes as all went dark.

~ • ~

He woke up in a dark room, and fell to his knees from the sudden strong force of gravity. He felt his silver button down shirt grow loose on his shoulders, falling to his elbows as he felt something grow in his back. He watched the shadow in front of him grew bigger and bigger, until they were fully grown and feathered.

His wings.

He outstretched them, and tried to fly away, but was chained down from the ball around his ankle. He tried again and again, but failed each time. He stood back on his feet and sighed.

"It's no use, we're stuck down here." He heard a sigh from across the room.

"Who are you, and how do you know that?" Tae called, whipping his head around the room.

He heard a ball and chain being dragged across the floor from the shadows, and a boy around his age emerged from them.

His sweeped his raven hair across his forehead with his hand, and looked up at Tae with tired eyes. His button down was as loose as Tae's was, but it was black instead of silver. He had an identical set of wings to his own.

"I'm a demon, like you." He stepped closer and closer. "My name is Min Yoongi."

"Kim Taehyung, but demon?" Tae cocked his head to the side.

"That's right. Welcome to hell."

Taehyung fell to his knees, completely distraught.

"Are you calling me a sinner?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"All of us are down here." Yoongi sat down beside him, using his hands to support him. He looked up at the faint white light source that filled the room, contrasting with the ebony never ending shadows and floor.

"So, what crime or sin did you commit?" Yoongi finally asked to break the silence.

Taehyung took a deep breath before sighing and muttering, "Murder."

"Mine was similar to that." Yoongi stated. "I broke up with someone, and he said if I left him, he would kill himself. I didn't believe him, so I did and the next day he was found dead with a capsule of pills next to him. I was devastated, so I killed myself as well so here I am. How does yours go?"

"I was in an abusive relationship. He would beat me everyday, so I eventually got sick of it and lost control and beat him and stabbed him with a beer bottle. He told me he loved me before he died from blood loss." Tears streaked Taehyung's cheeks as he continue to tell Yoongi his story. Yoongi patted his shoulder as he wiped the tears away quickly. "I didn't want to live with all that guilt, so I committed suicide. Now I'm here..."

"Hey," Yoongi softly spoke, cupping Tae's face and wiping his tear away with his thumb. "You're okay, you'll be okay. There's nothing else that can go wrong down here." Yoongi gave him a sad smile. "Come here." he said as he pulled him into a hug.

Tae wrapped his arms around his shoulders, crying into the crook of his neck. He clung into him, completely leaning onto him.

"Thank you, Yoongi-hyung." He whispered. "Thank you for giving me strength."

"For giving me my wings."

Word count 1.14k (the most I have ever written)