Shot In The Heart || Bts Oneshots

Gasoline

"There was the happy sound of children giggling as they chased each other, caught up in a game of hide and seek. The scent of freshly baked donuts wavered in the air and made his mouth water for the sugary goodness.

He was lost in his surroundings, lying on the grass with the sun peeking from behind her hideout of clouds to glare at him for lazing about.

He was brought back to his present by the feeling of being poked with something on his face.

He peeked from beneath his eyelashes, smiling fondly at the face hovering over him.

Her long dark hair fell like a soft curtain over her features which were otherwise fixed in a look of sheer concentration.

Damn.. He loved it when she bit her lip like that.

He sneaked his hand behind her and grabbed the back of her head making her lose her balance and fall right into his arms.

"Oh my god! You were awake!" she yelped ,squirming half heartedly to get out of his embrace.

"Okay, let me go."

"Don't wanna." He mumbled sleepily while tightening his hold around her.

She huffed in fake annoyance.

"Don't make me unleash my secret weapon."

"Whaa-?" he barely had time to arch an eyebrow at her before he felt her fingers wiggle around his sides and under his armpits.

In a flash, he threw her aside and rolled away, clutching his sides laughing hysterically.

"F-for heaven's s-sake. Yo-you know I'm tick-haha-ticklish." He gasped.

She let out a cackle ,wiggling her fingers at him maliciously.

"Oh my god, you are evil!"

He sat up on his elbows, his eyes crinkling into happy crescents from grinning too widely. A reflection of her expression on his face.

"But why were you hovering over my face though?" he asked curiously.

"Oh that..um" she bit her lip feigning innocence, " you had something on your face.., a beetle."

She added wringing her hands behind her back.

"Pippaaa.." he called her name accusingly.

She flashed him a toothy grin
Not convinced, he squinted his eyes at her.

What is she hiding?

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"Look ,look Jiminie that man has half a..half a moustache on his face."

His squinting was interrupted by two chubby toddlers whispering amongst themselves. The taller one was pointing a stubby finger at his direction.

"Oh my Tae, you don't tell people they have half a moustache on their face."

The shorter one scolded his friend.

"Maybe , maybe he was born like that?" he said. "My mamma says to be kind to strangers irrespective of how they look."

He added, proud of himself for remembering her words correctly.

Then Jiminie turned towards him and bowed respectfully in his direction. " Sorry sir, i apologise on Taetae's behalf."

"Taetae is stupid."

He added in an adorable grin showcasing the gaps between his teeth.

"But-but." Taetae protested by swinging the arms of his oversized purple onesie only to be to shut up by Jiminie muffling his mouth with his pudgy fingers.

"Have a nice day. And you too Miss." Jimin gave another cute bow before dragging his friend with him.

Flabbergasted , he rubbed his face. As far as he remembered, he was always clean shaven. His eyes grew the size of saucers when he saw his black ink stained fingers.

Da heck?!

His exclamation was answered by a burst of laughter from the girl in front of him who tried in vain to conceal the black tube of eyeliner in her palm as she tried to inch away from him.

"PIPPAA.." He let out a mighty roar.

She got up and started running , still laughing like a mad woman.

"You did not even let me finish my masterpiece. I only got to draw half a moustache." she hollered back at him.

"PIPPAA, COME HERE."

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Beep......beep...beeeeep....

He woke up from his slumber with a start. He was in his laboratory, surrounded by wires, and notes filled with complex calculations ,strewn around like a mini avalanche.

Disoriented, he groped around for his glasses. The room was spinning and the beeping sound was giving him a headache.

He jammed his glasses to his face,almost taking out his eye in the process.

He ruffled his hair in annoyance as he glared around his lab trying to locate the source of his headache from his endless sea of machineries, tools and metal plates; only to focus on you staring back at him wide eyed.

Blinking, he walked towards you, like a moth towards a flame, as if in a trance. kicking aside the cluster of iron and copper that made him stumble.

His eyes were blurry with tears that had flowed without him knowing. His hands were stretched to welcome you back in his arms, but his feet got caught up in a mesh of loose wires and he felt his knees give away as he collapsed on top of you.

You did not even stagger under his dead weight.

"Pippa.."

"PIA43PP at your service. Only 5% battery remain. Command to enter standby mode."

You-no- It announced, it's features stretched into a permanent eerie inhuman grin.

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"You are not a human being
You run on gasoline."

Song promt: gasoline by Halsey

I left the ending ambiguous. So it can be interpreted as she might have died and he created a robot in her memory.
Or he had been alone for so long that he develops a secret desire to have the robot he created to laugh and have feelings; to joke about and do unpredictable things since it is always in his control. I like to think no one called Pippa ever existed. She was carved from his imagination and loneliness.

Dedicated to my friend whalien_pippa. Go check out her stories too. She's awesome!!!And Show me love by vote and comments.😘😘

Love
Mimi