Afa

Taehyung and Jimin knew it would come to an end.

They couldn't dance on cloud nine and stare at rainbows together for long, and it took a sacrifice that Taehyung knew all too well to realize it.

And still he promised to look after the child he and Jimin had birthed together, and he kept to that promise religiously.

That is, until that child was twenty years old with hands as soft as cotton yet a grip as tough as leather, holding him down into his matress, touching his wings, ripping every single bit of sanity away from him with that one word;

Rough, veiny hands held Taehyung down by the neck on the bed all while those eyes... those god damned eyes, stared right through Taehyung's soul, seeing how desperate he was to have something akin to what jimin had taken with him and left him without for years. Those eyes seemed to smirk knowingly, and a sweet stench invaded Taehyung's nostrils, making him choke and gasp.

" Do I call you father or do I call you Mine? Sure, you've been around since I was small but look at you now, doll. How long do you think you can pretend to not want to be underneath me? To be mine?"

mine...

Taehyung... was his...

" Mine," Taehyung whimpered

The smirking eyes above him snickered. " I know. I'll always be yours and your my little raven."

Fuck he needed jesus.