— A STORM ꨄ︎. CBG | not proofread.
summary. possibly a three part series of how the child of hatred and love on earth become so drawn to each other they form the perfect chaos whenever they are together.
warnings. mentions of blood, implied violence and fights. beomgyu and reader are both magical creatures representing different feelings.
ꨄ︎ : I'm not sure if I want to turn this into a short written series or not so for now I will only post this short draft I have as some sort of teaser or idea.
It should be illegal to be feeling this way. With an ache so big in your heart, you are certain blood would start sipping through the pores of your chest due to the pain you are feeling, splashing from the inside out of your black shirt until soaking it wet and down to the pavement creating a puddle.
There is truly no words or support anyone can give you to put you at ease. You feel completely drained and detached from reality at the moment; having only the thin veil of applause repeating over and over again in your mind, connecting you to the closest moment you’ve been to earth since you arrived at the old place that night.
You should have seen it coming. It was painfully obvious. He was going to be there, of course.
You were a fool to think otherwise. He was always, — in a way —, present whenever you needed him or didn’t know you had to have him around. Tonight wouldn’t be the exception.
Beomgyu never missed a night of fighting and you walked right onto one hoping he wouldn’t be in the ring, as if him and violence weren’t drawn to each other by nature.
He was an agent of chaos after all, put on this earth to cause humans to react out of fear, defense or hatred. He was the blood in all the knuckles, the burning sensation on the throats of those who were ready to scream. He was the inception of the riot, a hurricane of loveless words trapping everybody and drowning them in a sea of tears.
You were a fool to believe Beomgyu wouldn’t show up for a night of “fun,” as he used to call them. He carried the hate of the world on his shoulders, pushing it up a hill every day just to release it at the right moment, and his right moment was at that old spot known for creatures like him…and you.
You used to be at the top of his hill. With the sun right behind you, casting a halo around your figure, you used to wait for his restless body to reach the end of his daily journey just to have the rest of your eternal hours by his side.
It used to be you two against your joint destinies. Enduring the weight of eternal doom shoulder to shoulder.
Now you were no longer on the hills.
“Wait, hey! I’m talking to you!”
The ache on your heart intensifies. His presence rubs salts in all your wounds. “Leave me alone.”
You want your voice to produce any sounds besides a faint whisper, but you can feel his negativity gravitating towards you, weighing you down. He is trapping you in the hurricane much like he does with every mortal and you can’t tolerate it.
You stop hearing the steps creeping behind you and for a second you stop moving, thinking you are alone, but Beomgyu appears right in front of you in a small cloud of black and blue smoke with a saddened smile.
“Let me carry you home at least.” He offers kindly and you cross both arms around your chest protectively. “You shouldn’t have come.”
“I wanted a distraction.”
“Did you find it?” He asks funnily and you can’t help but roll your eyes. The little trail of sparks you leave behind you becomes dimmer by the second, denoting your weakened state.
“I only found you,” sincerity cascades down your lips and tears well up your eyes, forcing you to trace a path to the ground with shame. “Did you enjoy it?”
Beomgyu furrows his brows and takes a step closer, shakingly reaching for you with his cold hand. He cups one of your cheeks and you lean into his decaying state, letting the blood on his hands stick to your skin. “I’d never enjoy hurting you.”
“Then why do you keep doing it? Why do you keep pushing me away?”
You were destined for greater things. You were supposed to bring love and joy into this world. Your sole presence cast a billion of the warmest suns right through the coldest of his days. Anyone but you could see how bad it was for him to be around you, letting you take care of his wounded hands and fractured thoughts.
You were salvation and he had no intention of being another one of your subjects of devotion. He wanted no patch on his bruises or smile at the end of the day. Warmth burned more than anger. Kindness was heavier on his heart.
“I can’t keep dragging you down, sweet pea.” His thumb traces circles on your cheek and catches a stray tear rolling down. Anguish closes around his throat, choking his next words and turning them into a whisper. “I love you too much to hurt you.”
The sparks float up momentarily. All it takes is a simple ‘I love you,’ to make your heart flutter, but he drags the last part and the light fades completely.
He is being a hypocrite. He says he does not want to hurt you by getting close yet he opens more wounds by being away.
He has taken all the decisions so far. He has said most of the words and took action to make all his wishes come true, but what about you? What about what you thought was better?
You were tired, broken. Every heart beat you wasted was directed to his existence. All your breaths were his. He was the one you fell in love with.
Love…love was what you were and you had dropped into his palms without a care in the world, ready to be cupped and cared for. Why was he throwing you away? You thought you were his world.
You needed to try one last time. He couldn’t keep this act up any longer and you knew it. If he truly had the intention to leave you alone he would disappear completely, not run after you each time you needed him near.
Taking a deep breath, your hand cups his hand tenderly. Tiny dots of light come out of the ground, rising above you and him with tranquility. The whisper of a chilly wind wraps you both, leaving a scent of vanilla and caramel filling the tiny space separating you both and you move your cheek away from his hand softly, kissing it lovingly instead.
Your lips turn red and the tip of your tongue tastes the metallic taste of blood once you lick them right after. Through your mouth you feel the sorrow in all the punches he threw against another agent of chaos that night. You see his fear of losing the fight, his drawness to hatred and the regret in his actions. You feel how lonely he is and how his feelings mirror yours. He is drowning himself in his own hurricane of negativity and you feel compelled to cast him out of his misery.
You want to try and love him one more time.
“May I…” You pronounce slowly, putting a hand under his jawline. You caress his soft skin and raise on your tippy toes. The lights descend to the level of your waist and mix with his darkened clouds.
You two are creating a storm.
That’s all you hear before clashing your lips with his in desperation.
You have to feel him, you need to feel him. You’ve missed him endlessly. Days drag out tirelessly without him and heartbreak sinks you into despair each passing second.
He is, at first, motionless, as if taken aback by his own plea, but quickly he regains strength with the touch of your lips on his and lightning sips through his darkened clouds, illuminating you two at ground level.
He lets go of the grip on your hand and wraps both of his arms around your frame, moving his lips fast, messily.
Salvation. You are salvation and he wants to be saved. Hurricanes have nothing on you. The tears no longer reach the grounds because you go against gravity. There is no reason to cry nor fear the darkness. You bring the light and he is the thunder. You strike and spark over his most tumultuous nights and he groans and begs loudly. Chaos could never be this perfect.
He bites your lower lip and introduces his tongue right after a moan escapes your lips and your hands cup his face completely, tenderly, unnaturally lovingly against his hateful existence.
He is whole again, and then, he opens his eyes for a brief moment and reminds himself why he shouldn’t be doing this.
Sparks fly, mixing with thunderous bolts and cloudy skies. It will rain soon and you need to be tucked inside. You don’t deserve to catch the storm he is brewing, you deserve a cozy night of passionate love and deep promises. You deserve him at his best, not at his worst.
“Stop.” He separates and you open your eyes lightly, as if in a daze. “Go home.”
“And never do this again.” My powers will dim your light, my love. “There’d never be an us again.”
You will only save me and it will kill you in the process.
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