Nothing's gonna hurt you anymore (Taegi)

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Ship: Taegi
Genre: Angst
Suggestion: _A_gust_D
Description: Yoongi is tired of living and tries to jump of a bridge
Warning: Kinda emotional

The muffled sound of traffic, the distant lights of the city lighting up the darkness in front of him. Nobody walking the streets, no voices to be heard anywhere near.

Peace, a thing he hasn't felt for a while. But right now, his mind is clear, his insides are calm and the only thing he's hearing are the cars in the distance. 3 am, the forsaken time, people say nothing good happens after 3 am.

Chuckling the boy with light blond hair thinks back to the events that pulled him out of his bed and made him walk barefoot all the way here, to the most beautiful place in the whole world. The last place he'll ever see.

A little boy, raised in a good family with loving parents, he had everything he'd ever needed. When there were people around the world dying of hunger, Yoongi had a roof above his head, warm food every day and parents that cared for him.

Yet he wasn't happy, for no reason, he was never happy even when he should be, and it made him sad.

And for their homework in 3rd grade, he wrote a poem and it went like this:

I have it all,

I love my mom, my dad,

then how come

my sadness won't end?

And the teacher praised him and called his parents, and when they got home they told him not to write any more poems.

Misunderstood, he grew up, not smiling, learning to cover up his sadness, because nobody wanted to see that. Little did he know, his cover-up forced smile would become the most adored aspect of him.

- Funny how people love me for everything but the real me.-

He chuckles, hanging his head low in between his shoulders, feeling tired. The soft fabric of his white blouse tingles the tips of his fingers as his eyes linger upon the shining panorama of the city in front of him. The view is magical, beautiful, almost too perfect to be real. And his eyes shine with the reflection of the city, of the city he lives in, of the city that kills him, of Seoul.

- I never gave a shit about any of this.-

He mumbles, leaning his forearms on the railing of the bridge. The bridge leading out of the city, the bridge leading out of the living.

What he said was true, he never cared, not that he didn't want to care, he couldn't care. No matter how painful life got, he could never find himself to care. Feeling like his destiny had already been written for him so there's no reason to fight it. So when people asked him for his motivation, how could he become so successful, how come he fought and became the international star, he couldn't think of an answer that would satisfy the people who looked up to him, to a liar.

That's who he is.

A liar.

He lies to himself, he tells himself it's okay, he tells himself tomorrow will be a better day, he tells himself he can hang on.

He lies to his family, saying he's happy, saying he'll see them next week when he knows he won't.

He lies to people who look up to him, telling them stories of how he'd overcome everything, how he fought his battle, how happy he is.

He isn't.

He never was.

He never will be.

- I hope I'll be a stone in my next life.-

A whisper flies away with the wind as the barefoot boy climbs over the railing, a deep long fall in front of him. His vision going blurry while few unwanted tears fill his eyes. The lights of the city become a glowing blur of colours and Yoongi has never seen something so beautiful before, and he never felt so... so... alive.

Taking a step forward, he lets go of the railing, feeling his body shift downwards, his bare feet dingling in the air, nothing underneath them.

And then.

Those two damned arms.

Those two damned arms wrap around his waist, slamming his body into the railing with a loud bang. A heavy breathing is hitting Yoongi's ear while the frustration breaks in him.

So close.

- Min Yoongi.-

The damned voice, the damned deep caring voice of the person who is so close to him.

The person that never left him alone, the person who always looked at him when he didn't know anybody was watching, the person who listened to the meaning behind his words, the person who understood, maybe a little too much.

-Kim Taehyung... let go.-

Yoongi says with a calm voice but only feels the painful grip tighten around him.

- You can cut me up with a knife, you can shoot me, you can hurt me all you want, but I'm not letting go. Never.-

Shaking the other boy says straight and clear at the back of Yoongi's head, his words going straight into Yoongi's brain.

-There's nothing for me up in here.-

- I'm here for you. I'm up in here and I swear to everybody who's above us that as long as I'm here you're gonna be here with me.-

And they stay wordlessly, the blond boy's feet dingling in the air and the other's arms around his waist.

- Please.-

He whispers.

- Sorry Hyung, I won't.-

And he pulls the heavy body of the boy up and falls to the ground cradling the blondie in his arms.

- You don't have to do this alone. I'll keep you safe, I promise nothing's gonna hurt you anymore.-

Taehyung whispers feeling his heart beat heavily in his chest, like a pair of drums. He draws circles on the older's lower back while he lays wordlessly between his legs.

- Even if you become a stone in your next life, I swear I'll find you and I'll bring you to beautiful places.-

Teahyung kisses the top of the blond haired boy's head and rocks him in his arms.

And they stay like that, wordlessly, until the morning's sun.


And as they head away, back home, Yoongi glaces back at the bridge and smiles.

We'll try again next week.

And Taehyung glances back at Yoongi and smiles.

We'll see about that.


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