Gods Mistake (Male Reader x BTS)

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??'s POV

Waking up to the sound of laughter and smell of food was not what I had been expecting when I opened my eyes. The room was dim with the only light being from a small window against the far wall. Shadows danced around the room softly highlighting the beige walls and oak sliding doors leading to what I'm sure is a closet.

My body cries in disagreement as I move to sit up in the large bed I had been left covered in sheets and a comforter. I shiver from the loss of heat as I remove the blankets from my legs.

"You're awake." The deep voice surprised me as I hadn't seen anyone was in the room with me. I looked in a corner where I found the owner lounging at a desk. His blonde hair standing out against the darkness surrounding him. "We were starting to think we should take you to a hospital."

"Where am I?" My voice sounded scratchy at the use of my sore throat. Despite not being able to remember anything about my past life I could still recognize the after effects of a fever.

"My bandmates and I found you unconscious in an alleyway. When we saw my-I mean you shivering we couldn't leave you to die there."

I nodded at the words accepting what the blonde stranger told me. I knew with the toll my body had taken that if I were to have been left soaked in that box overnight I would've died.

"I guess I owe you my life then." I smiled gratefully at the handsome male. His eyes before had been cautious but now I could see some warmth. I couldn't help a flinch as the stranger took a step forward before offering his hand out to me, giving me an unusual boxy grin.

"I'm Taehyung. Nice to meet you." I took his hand shaking it with a light grip. Our hands grew warm and the mark below my eye began to burn. The feeling was uncomfortable yet addicting and I could tell by the shock evident in Taehyung's expression he was having the same situation.

Suddenly I'm pulled into a tight embrace as the pain fades away leaving us both heaving. Having realized what just happened I pushed him off, forcing him away from my skin. The addiction lingered however the warmth faded leaving me confused and scared as to why I missed the feeling so much. He must've felt the same because as soon as I pushed him away he bolted out the bedroom door.

I stood there staring where he disappeared. The distant laughter had stopped and instead I could hear voices talking and one crying.

'He's awake.'

'What happened?'

'Does he know?'

'You did what?'

'He shouldn't be here.'

The last sentence hurt more than I could imagine. There was a small pain in my foot where I knew the arrow was marked. Now that I had time to process I looked around seeing a mirror hung behind the door. Moving it aside I looked at my reflection gasping at the now colored camera beneath my eye. I grazed my finger across the smooth skin. The light touch caused my body to burn with the warmth I craved. Removing my fingers from the tattoo the feeling disappeared as quickly as it had come.

"Hello?" The door pushed back against me before I moved out of the way to look at the newcomer. "How are you feeling?"

To say the man was handsome would be an understatement. His smile and skin practically glowed like the sun. My silence didn't seem to bother him as he carefully maneuvered around me into the room.

"These are for you." I hadn't noticed the clothing in his hands when he walked in until he spoke up. Now noticing my inappropriate appearance I quickly grabbed a sheet from the bed wrapping it around my torso.