Fix you | a BTS fanfiction

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"Taehyung."

Taehyung froze at the moment his name was sounded. He could sense the worry in the voice he knew. The most recognisable voice in the world, but he didn't dare turn around.

The wide city stretched in front of him, a blur of colours mixed in underneath a dark blue sky that went on for miles and miles, stretching off into the horizon. He could stare at it for ages, but with the tension rising with him calling his name, Taehyung couldn't focus and lose himself in the city lights as he used to.

"Taehyung, get away from that edge."

Taehyung didn't move, but instead swung his feet over the busy roads way down below. He sat on the edge of one of the most tallest hotels, the one they stayed at, one slip and splat.

Taehyung wasn't afraid. He wasn't afraid of injury. Or heights. Or death.

At this time, he wasn't afraid of anything.

"Taehyung please."

Taehyung heard the quiet sound of shoes tapping towards him. Taehyung closed his eyes and visualised: Timberlands, brown, one of the stickers still stuck at the bottom of his right boot, the laces tucked in because he wasn't bothered to tie them.

He knew so much about him. What a shame it was to go to waste.

"Taehyung." This time the voice was right behind him; it was a whimper of a call, a small cry, like a sad puppy, a small whisper of wind that danced into his ears.

Taehyung strained to turn around. The more he stared down at the city below, the more he felt the urge to jump off, to soar in the air like a bird.

But a gagging sensation soon erupted in Taehyung's throat, and a rope of oxygen tightened around Taehyung's neck.

Cool arms wrapped slowly around Taehyung's waist. Taehyung looked down at his thighs. Two pale hands had intertwined together, creating a sort it belt around Taehyung's waist.

"Taehyung," a small voice whispered softly into his ear. "Taehyung, don't do this."

Taehyung stiffened, then his shoulders melted. He felt like he was listening to an ASMR video, in which he had, and a shiver prickled down his spine; his scalp and skin tingled, and the feeling of his breath on Taehyung's neck made a small moan mixed with a sigh escape his lips. It felt as if the rope had loosened. 

"Taehyung, you know you don't want to do this," he continued to whisper in Taehyung's ear. "Come on. I'll take you back to our room."

Taehyung placed his hand, ice cold, onto his, and closed his eyes. He continued to whisper into his ear, and Taehyung groaned lightly, leaning his head back. It rested against something soft, a hard bone behind it, a shoulder, blending into the chest. A hand ran through Taehyung's soft hair, am Taehyung relaxed, knowing that this was just another day.