[kimadelina]

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 ───

𐙚 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴.

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♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. ♡ 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥

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© 𝘒𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 2026. 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥/𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

[kimadelina]

Yo then probably you'll write a story

What's wrong with ceo adelina

😂 I'd read that too bunny

And yes, microbiology is kinda intense 🫠

Science is 🥲

Hopefully will survive

Lmaoo 😭 maybe I should write a story then, at least someone would actually read it 😂 I’m actually busy with Beautifully Damned right now, so yep, that’s basically where all my time goes 😭 As for CEO Adelina, she’s perfectly fine, just constantly busy 😂 And you better survive microbiology🥲💙

[kimadelina]

Bunny

Do you have a good recommendation?? On Tumblr.......Something with a yandere dark theme?? Real dark 🫠

As I said, I don’t even really have time to read..I’m writing all the time, so yeah, I don’t really have any recommendations 😭🔪

[kimadelina]

Wow bunny, business sounds cool

Become a ceo 🤭

And I too like psychology, it's so interesting

Btw my major is microbiology 🥲

Right?! Psychology is fascinating. Ooh microbiology sounds intense 🥀😭✋ CEO goals? one day!🫶💙

[kimadelina]

𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵𝑬𝑫

♡ pairing: kim taehyung × reader

♡ genre: dark romance • supernatural / urban fantasy • slow-burn with sudden explicit tension • psychological romance • power imbalance • mild horror • forbidden connection • immortal x human dynamic • fate-driven romance

♡ au: grim reaper au / death inc. au • seven deadly sins ability, with taehyung possessing the power to awaken and influence them • modern-day setting with a gothic mansion serving as death inc.’s headquarters • private bedrooms within the mansion

♡ content warnings: intense kissing • supernatural influence on desire through the lust sin • dubious consent / mind-altering supernatural power, where she asks for it but the ability overrides her control • intense physical descriptions of arousal • immortal reaper x human anomaly power imbalance • mentions of murder and violence from taehyung’s human life • parental trauma involving the murder of taehyung’s parents • emotional vulnerability • fear of never being able to return home • mild pain play / wrist pinning • lingering effects of alcohol • psychological distress • supernatural manipulation

♡ part one

♡ part two

♡ Part three

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Taehyung walked ahead of her, his long strides unhurried as Y/N followed a few steps behind.

She kept glancing around as they made their way through the mansion, her eyes darting from one detail to another. Everything looked... normal.

She had expected something different after learning that this place belonged to Grim Reapers, something darker and more horrifying, perhaps bloodstained walls or restless souls wandering through the corridors, but there was none of that. It looked like an incredibly expensive mansion belonging to some ridiculously wealthy family, not a headquarters for immortal beings who spent their existence collecting human souls.

She kept looking around anyway, unable to stop herself. Every few seconds, her gaze would flick toward another doorway or shadowed corner, half-expecting something supernatural to emerge from it. But nothing happened. There were no monsters hiding beneath the furniture, no ghosts floating through the walls, no ominous screams echoing from somewhere deep inside the mansion. Just silence. Expensive, unsettling silence. Y/N almost wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. If someone had told her yesterday that she would spend the night wandering through a luxurious mansion belonging to Death himself, she would have laughed in their face. Yet here she was, still wearing the glittering dress she'd gone clubbing in, her feet aching inside her ruined heels, following a man who had casually explained that she had technically died less than an hour ago.

Her stomach twisted at the thought, and she quickly looked away. No. She didn't want to think about that again. Not yet. She wasn't ready to accept it. She was alive. Her heart was beating. She was breathing. She could feel the cold marble beneath her shoes and the fabric of her dress against her skin. That had to mean something. It had to mean she was still human.

Taehyung suddenly turned down another hallway, and Y/N hurried after him, unwilling to let him disappear from her sight.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

He didn't stop walking. "My room."

Y/N nearly stumbled over her own feet. "Your... what?" Taehyung finally glanced over his shoulder, his expression completely unreadable.

"My room." He said it with such casual certainty that Y/N stared at him in disbelief. Of all the things she'd expected from the Grim Reaper, apparently being invited into his bedroom wasn't one of them.

"Why?" she asked, slowing slightly.

"You need to rest." His answer came without hesitation.

"I don't need to rest," she argued, even though her exhausted body was practically begging her to stop standing.

Taehyung's gaze swept over her once more, lingering briefly on her trembling hands and the way she was shifting uncomfortably in her heels. "You've been dead for less than an hour."

The words hit her chest like a physical blow. Y/N stopped dead in her tracks, the breath completely deserting her lungs. A cold wave of nausea washed over her, making the opulent hallway spin dangerously. She wanted to scream at him, to cover her ears and pretend he hadn't just spoken out loud the one terrifying fact she was trying desperately to shove back down into the dark.

Instead, she stood frozen on the Persian runner rug, her fingers curling into tight fists at her sides.

Taehyung didn't seem affected by what he'd said. He simply turned away and continued walking as though announcing that she'd been dead for less than an hour was the most ordinary thing in the world. Y/N swallowed hard before forcing herself to follow him again, her mind spinning with questions she didn't even know how to ask. She had no idea what she was anymore, where she belonged, or what was going to happen to her next. But for some reason, despite every instinct telling her to run, she found herself following this men deeper into his home.

They walked through another long hallway before Taehyung finally stopped in front of a set of tall, dark wooden doors. He pushed one of them open without saying anything and stepped inside, leaving Y/N standing at the entrance for a second as she stared into his room. She had expected something terrifying. Maybe black walls, ancient skulls, weapons hanging everywhere, or some creepy collection of things that belonged to the dead. Instead, the room looked... surprisingly normal. It was large, obviously, with a huge bed sitting against the far wall, dark sheets thrown neatly across it and a few pillows arranged against the headboard. A tall window stretched almost from the floor to the ceiling, revealing nothing but the dark night outside, while a couple of warm lamps cast a soft glow over the room. There were books stacked on a shelf near the wall, a dark wooden desk, a wardrobe, and almost nothing else. It was strangely quiet and private compared to the rest of the mansion.

Y/N slowly stepped inside, her eyes moving around the room as if she were expecting it to suddenly reveal some horrifying secret. "This is your room?" she asked, unable to hide the disbelief in her voice. Taehyung glanced at her over his shoulder.

"Yes."

She looked around again.

"It's... normal." One of his eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Were you expecting something else?"

Y/N hesitated. "I don't know. More... dead people?"

A faint twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth, almost like he was trying not to smile.

"I don't keep dead people in my bedroom."

"Good to know," she muttered, stepping farther inside.

Taehyung closed the door behind her, and the quiet click of the lock made her shoulders tense immediately. He noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes briefly moved toward her before he walked over to the windows and pulled the heavy curtains shut, blocking out the darkness completely.

"You should sleep," he said. Y/N stared at him like he'd just suggested she take a nap in the middle of a burning building.

"Sleep?" she repeated. "You want me to sleep?"

Taehyung turned to face her.

"You're exhausted." "I just found out that I died." Her voice cracked slightly. "And you think I'm going to just lie down and sleep?"

Taehyung stared at her for a long moment before letting out a quiet sigh, his eyes dropping briefly to the floor as though he were trying to decide how much he should tell her right now. When he looked back at her, his expression had become more serious.

"Do you know the person who was chasing you?" he asked.

Y/N frowned, confused by the question. "What about him?"

Taehyung was quiet for a second before finally speaking.

"He wasn't a person."

Her eyebrows pulled together. "What?"

"The man you saw on the road." His voice remained calm, almost disturbingly calm. "The one who was chasing you wasn't alive."

Y/N stared at him.

Taehyung sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck before adding, "He died in 1894."

For a few seconds, Y/N simply looked at him, waiting for the punchline.

Her mouth slowly fell open. "I'm sorry... what?"

"1894," he repeated.

"That's..." She stopped, blinking rapidly. "That's over a hundred years ago."

"Yes."

"So why did you, as a Grim Reaper, take that long to collect a soul like that?" she asked, her voice rising slightly with disbelief.

Taehyung stared at her for a moment before giving a small sigh. "There are a lot of stubborn people, you know."

Y/N just stared at him.

"Stubborn?" she repeated. "He was chasing me through the middle of nowhere!"

Taehyung gave a small shrug as though that somehow explained everything.

"You killed him in front of me with a freaking gun," she continued, pointing at him accusingly. "And please don't tell me the body in the suitcase was—"

"Yes."

"That was also a soul," he added smoothly, as if casually explaining the weather.

Y/N's face went completely blank, her brain desperately trying to reboot.

"From when?" she asked, her voice dangerously high.

"1540."

Her jaw dropped

so low it

practically hit the floorboards.

"1540?!"

Taehyung nodded calmly. "Yes."

"Jesus Christ."

He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes fixed on hers. "He wasn't."

"That's not what I meant!" Y/N threw her hands up in utter disbelief, glaring at the immortal being standing in front of her.

"No, because I seriously thought Grim Reapers weren't supposed to look like this." Y/N gestured vaguely at him, still looking completely baffled. "I mean, I don't know what I expected, but definitely not someone this handsome, breathtaking, majestic... whatever the hell you are. You almost look like a normal human being. And Jungkook and Yoongi do too."

Taehyung stared at her for a few seconds before letting out a quiet sigh. "Yes. Because this is how I looked when I was human. This is my original face."

Y/N's brows pulled together. "What do you mean, when you were human?"

Taehyung leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing as if her question had somehow offended him. "I see people in 2026 know absolutely nothing about their own legends anymore."

Y/N blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You've turned centuries of history into stories, myths, children's tales, and horror movies." His gaze remained fixed on her. "The Grim Reaper was never supposed to be some monster hiding beneath a hood, waiting in a graveyard with a giant scythe."

"Then what are you?"

"A soul."

She stared at him.

Taehyung continued before she could interrupt. "A human soul that crossed a certain threshold and could no longer return to the world of the living."

Y/N's expression slowly changed.

"Long before your time, there were people who believed that the dead simply went to Heaven or Hell. Others believed souls wandered the Earth until they found their way to the afterlife. Some believed they were reincarnated. There were hundreds of beliefs, thousands of stories."

He paused, his gaze drifting toward the dark window.

"But there was another belief. One that humans eventually forgot."

Y/N swallowed. "Which was?"

"That some souls were never meant to belong to either side."

She stared at him silently.

"According to the oldest legends, when a human soul accumulated too much blood on its hands, something eventually changed. It wasn't simply about killing once or twice. It was years of violence, cruelty, and death. A soul that repeatedly took human lives could become so stained that it no longer belonged among ordinary dead."

"You're scaring me now," Y/N whispered, taking an involuntary step backward until the edge of the mattress pressed against the backs of her knees. Her chest tightened all over again, her fingers curling nervously into the fabric of her dress as she stared at him. "What do you mean you were literally a mass serial killer?"

"Those souls weren't sent to Heaven. They weren't dragged to Hell. And they weren't allowed to wander freely among the living. Instead, they were stripped of their place in the natural order and bound to the boundary between life and death."

Y/N stared at him. "So... they became Grim Reapers?"

Taehyung nodded once.

"That's what your legends called us."

"But why do you collect souls?"

"Because someone has to."

His answer was simple.

"When a human dies, their soul has to cross the Veil. Reapers guide them through that passage. We find the souls that are lost, the ones that refuse to leave, the ones that have escaped their appointed crossing, and the ones who are trapped between realms."

Y/N's eyes widened slightly. "So you were basically punished?"

Taehyung's expression became unreadable.

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps?"

"The old legends called it punishment. Others called it redemption. Some believed becoming a Reaper was a second chance for souls who had committed unforgivable things. Others believed it was a curse that lasted until the end of existence."

He looked directly at her.

"The truth is probably somewhere in between."

Y/N was quiet for a moment, trying to process everything.

"So you were human."

"Yes."

"And then you killed people."

His jaw tightened slightly.

"Yes."

"And then you died."

"Yes."

"And somehow you became... Death?"

Taehyung's lips curved into the faintest smile.

"Not Death."

He stepped closer.

"Just one of the things that humans decided to call it."

"Do you remember your past life? I mean... when you were human?" Y/N asked after a moment, her voice quieter now. She looked up at him, the fear in her eyes slowly giving way to genuine curiosity. "Do you remember what your life was like? Do you ever miss it?" She hesitated, fidgeting slightly with the edge of her dress before asking the question that had apparently been bothering her the most. "And... do you ever wish you could go back? Like, actually return to Earth and live as a human again?"

The questions came out one after another, almost childishly sincere, and something about the way she looked at him made Taehyung pause.

He had expected fear. Suspicion. Maybe even disgust after hearing what he had once been.

He hadn't expected this.

Y/N was sitting there on the edge of his bed, still visibly shaken, still trying to understand the fact that she had somehow died and returned, yet she was looking at him with nothing but innocent curiosity. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her head tilted to one side as she waited for his answer, almost as if she had forgotten for a moment that the man standing in front of her was the Grim Reaper.

Taehyung simply stared at her.

For some reason, he couldn't look away.

There was something strangely disarming about her. She wasn't looking at him like Death anymore.

She was looking at him like he was just... Taehyung.

And he wasn't sure why that affected him so much.

Taehyung remained quiet for a moment, his eyes still fixed on her. He hadn't expected those questions, especially not from someone who had been terrified of him only minutes ago. Most humans who learned what he was either begged him for their lives or looked at him as though he were some kind of monster. Y/N, somehow, was sitting on his bed asking if he missed being human.

"I remember," he finally said.

"Not everything. Time does strange things to memories when you've existed for this long. Some faces become blurry. Some voices disappear. Sometimes I can remember an entire century but forget what I had for breakfast yesterday."

Y/N's lips twitched into the smallest smile.

"You remember your mom and dad?" Y/N asked quietly.

"Yes, I do remember." Taehyung's answer came without hesitation, but his expression remained completely blank. "They were the reason I became what I am. They were murdered in front of me."

Y/N's face immediately softened. "Oh..." Her voice dropped into a whisper. "I'm so sorry."

Taehyung didn't respond. He simply looked at her, waiting for whatever question was obviously coming next.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before curiosity got the better of her again. "Were you married?" she asked. "Did you have... I don't know, a lover? Siblings? A wife? Children?"

Taehyung gave her a long, almost disbelieving look.

"I was literally seventeen."

Y/N blinked.

"Obviously, I never had a lover," he continued, his tone completely flat. "Marriage was far from my mind at that age. And no, I didn't have any siblings. I was an only child."

"Oh."

Y/N nodded slowly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by how many questions she'd just thrown at him.

Then she glanced at him again.

"So you were just seventeen when all of that happened?"

Taehyung's gaze shifted away from her.

"Yes."

"You must have so many fangirls," Y/N said suddenly, a playful little smile appearing on her face. She looked him up and down before adding, "I mean... you're ridiculously handsome."

Taehyung stared at her.

For once, the legendary Grim Reaper looked genuinely caught off guard.

"Fangirls?"

"Yes." Y/N nodded as though it were obvious. "You've been alive for thousands of years, you're apparently immortal, you look like that, and you walk around acting all mysterious and emotionally unavailable. Surely someone has fallen for you by now."

Taehyung's eyebrows lifted slightly.

"No."

Y/N's smile disappeared. "No?"

"No fangirls."

She stared at him for a second before letting out a small laugh. "You're lying."

"I don't lie."

"That is the most unbelievable thing you've said tonight."

Taehyung simply looked at her, completely unamused.

Y/N couldn't help smiling again. "Seriously, though. Not even one?"

"No."

"Not even a tiny crush?"

"No."

"That's actually kind of sad."

Taehyung sighed quietly, looking away from her.

"I collect souls, Y/N. I don't collect admirer—"

"Mr. Kim..." A voice suddenly came from the other side of the door. "Kylie is calling for you."

Taehyung's expression immediately changed. The faint softness that had been there moments ago disappeared, replaced by clear irritation. His jaw tightened as he looked toward the door.

"Tell her I'm busy," he said flatly. "I'm on a mission."

There was a brief silence outside.

"Sir, she said it's important."

Taehyung closed his eyes for a second, clearly trying to contain his patience.

"Tell her I'm very busy."

Y/N pressed her lips together, desperately trying not to laugh.

Taehyung glanced at her.

"Who is she?" Y/N asked, glancing toward the door.

"She's Yoongi's sister," Taehyung replied simply as he walked back toward the bed and sat down. His expression still held a trace of irritation. "She's always clinging to me. I hate it."

Y/N blinked, watching him carefully.

"Clinging to you?"

"Yes."

"Like... actually clinging?"

Taehyung gave her a flat look. "How many ways can you interpret that?"

Y/N pressed her lips together, trying not to smile.

"So she likes you."

"I don't care."

"Sounds like she likes you."

"I said I don't care."

Y/N tilted her head, studying his completely unimpressed face. "You really don't?"

Taehyung sighed, leaning back against the headboard.

Taehyung watched her for a moment before his expression slowly changed.

"Y/N... are you scared?"

She looked at him, the playful expression on her face fading slightly. For the past several minutes, she'd been asking questions, teasing him, even joking about fangirls and Kylie as if she had somehow forgotten the impossible situation she was trapped in. But she hadn't. The fear was still there. It had been sitting quietly beneath every laugh, every question, every sarcastic remark she'd thrown at him. She was exhausted, overwhelmed, and still trying to convince herself that everything happening around her wasn't real.

"Honestly?" she whispered.

Taehyung said nothing.

"Yes... I am."

Her voice came out much softer than before.

She turned her head toward the tall window, staring at the dark curtains that hid whatever waited beyond them.

"I have Mom and Dad waiting for me at home," she murmured. "I didn't even tell them I was going to the club."

Her fingers slowly tightened around the fabric of her dress.

"I was supposed to come back before they noticed. They must be waiting for me."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"They probably think I'm still out there somewhere..."

She paused, blinking rapidly as her eyes began to sting.

"I don't even know what I'm supposed to tell them."

"I know how it feels... that fear of leaving people behind without getting the chance to say goodbye," Taehyung said quietly, his gaze remaining on her as his expression softened. "I know what it's like to have everything you know taken away from you in a single moment, and to have no choice but to keep going even when a part of you is still desperately wishing you could go back."

"From the way you're talking... why do I have the feeling that I can never return to life again?" she whispered, looking at Taehyung. For the first time since she'd met him, he couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes.

"I don't want to give you any fake hope," he said quietly, his voice losing its usual certainty. "I don't know if there's a way back for you, Y/N. And if there is, I've never seen anything like your case before."

"Anyway, I know Jungkook and Yoongi are investigating, so we'll find out something eventually," Y/N said, forcing a small smile as she tried to steer the conversation somewhere, anywhere, else. "I'm not going to lose hope that easily. So... let's talk about something else, okay?"

She looked at him for a moment before adding, almost casually, "Tell me, do you have any kind of superpowers or something? Because if I'm going to be stuck around Grim Reapers, I at least deserve to know what you guys can actually do."

"Yeah..." Taehyung said, his expression remaining completely calm. "I do have one special ability."

Y/N immediately looked at him with curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Taehyung's eyes met hers, and the faintest hint of amusement appeared in them.

"I can control the seven deadly sins."

"The seven deadly sins?"

Taehyung nodded.

"Like... pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth?" she asked, counting them off on her fingers.

"Yes."

"I can influence them," he corrected. "There is a difference."

Y/N frowned. "What difference?"

"The sins already exist inside every human soul. I don't create them. I simply awaken them, strengthen them, or suppress them when I choose."

Her eyes widened slightly.

"So you can make someone greedy?"

"If they're capable of greed."

"Make someone angry?"

"Wrath is usually easier."

"Make someone..." She hesitated, suddenly remembering one of the sins. "Lustful?"

Taehyung's eyebrow lifted.

Y/N immediately looked away. "I'm just asking!"

"I know."

There was a faint amusement in his voice now.

Y/N crossed her arms, trying to recover her dignity. "Okay, fine. And what happens if you use all seven at once?"

Taehyung's expression changed.

The amusement disappeared.

"I don't."

"Why?"

"Because humans weren't meant to experience all seven at their full strength simultaneously."

Y/N's curiosity faded slightly.

"What would happen?"

"They would lose control of themselves."

"Greed would make them want everything. Envy would make them resent everyone who had it. Pride would convince them they deserved it. Wrath would make them destroy whatever stood in their way. Gluttony would make them consume without restraint. Lust would turn desire into obsession, and sloth would eventually make them incapable of caring about anything at all."

Y/N stared at him.

"That sounds horrifying."

"It is."

She studied him for a moment before asking, "So... which one do you use the most?"

Taehyung leaned back slightly, his gaze remaining on her.

"Wrath."

Y/N's eyebrows rose.

"Of course it is."

A faint smirk appeared on his lips.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you look like someone who has anger issues."

Taehyung stared at her.

Y/N quickly added, "Respectfully."

Y/N tilted her head, studying him for a moment before a mischievous smile slowly appeared on her face.

"So... you can control lust too?"

She asked again

Taehyung looked at her. "Yes."

She tried to hide her amusement but failed. "Then could you make me fall for you?"

For a few seconds, Taehyung said nothing. His eyes stayed on hers, calm and unreadable, until the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips.

"I wouldn't need to."

"Use lust on me?" Y/N suddenly asked.

Taehyung went completely still.

For the first time that night, she actually managed to catch him off guard. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he stared at her, as though he needed a moment to make sure he had heard her correctly.

Stupid girl.

"Why are you asking that?" he finally asked, his voice carrying a faint hint of amusement.

"I'm just actually curious," Y/N said, shrugging as though she hadn't just asked the Grim Reaper to manipulate one of the most intimate human emotions. "I want to know whether I can still control my own senses or not."

Taehyung stared at her for another second before the corner of his mouth slowly curved upward.

"Then why would you specifically choose lust?"

Y/N immediately opened her mouth, then stopped.

Taehyung's smirk deepened.

"I'm waiting."

"I won't mind making out with you," Y/N said with a small chuckle, clearly not taking her own words too seriously. "I mean... you are handsome."

"Careful," he murmured. "You keep saying things like that, and eventually I might start believing you mean them."

Y/N's smile faltered slightly. "I was complimenting you."

"You were offering to kiss me."

"I said I wouldn't mind."

"That sounds very much like an offer."

"Use it on me, come on," Y/N insisted, trying to sound far more confident than she actually felt.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, but the faint amusement in his expression remained.

"You really don't know when to stop, do you?"

"Nope."

He sighed before pushing himself up from the bed.

He stepped back toward the edge of the mattress, his long shadow falling completely over her.

Y/N's breath hitched. All the brave, reckless words she'd just thrown out evaporated the second he closed the distance, his towering presence commanding every inch of the space around them. She wanted to lean back, to put some safe, sensible distance between them, but her spine hit the pillows as he moved closer, trapping her effortlessly between his arms.

The moment his eyelids lifted, the dark, bottomless black of his irises was entirely gone. In its place burned a striking, vibrant shade of electric blue, glowing with a supernatural, liquid intensity that seemed to pull the very air out of the room.

Y/N froze, her breath catching entirely in her throat as she stared up into those glowing depths.

It was like looking into a winter storm frozen over a deep, dark ocean. The color was blindingly vivid, casting an eerie, azure light across the sharp angles of his face and the pale skin of her neck. But it wasn't just the visual change that hit her it was the sudden, overwhelming wave of sensation that crashed over her body like a physical tide.

Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, but the frantic, icy terror she had felt all evening began to dissolve, instantly replaced by a thick, heavy ache of pure, unadulterated longing. Her gaze dropped hungrily to his mouth, every thought in her head scattering into white noise until there was only him, the heat radiating off his hard chest, and the magnetic pull drawing her toward him.

Taehyung didn't move immediately. He watched her face, his glowing blue eyes tracking every micro-expression as the sin he had awakened took root in her blood. He could see it the exact moment her hesitation crumbled, the way her pupils dilated, the helpless parting of her lips as the supernatural desire  consumed every rational thought she had left.

She couldn't form words. Her hands, which had been frozen at her sides, automatically reached up, her trembling fingers tangling into the dark fabric of his jacket as she pulled him down toward her with a desperate, breathless need.

Taehyung let out a low, husky sound against her skin, and the small space between them disappeared completely.

She didn't think. Couldn't.

Heat slammed straight between her legs, thick and immediate, soaking through her already ruined underwear. Her nipples went tight under the thin fabric of the dress, aching, and every inch of her skin felt too tight, too hot, like she needed to be touched or she'd lose her fucking mind.

She dragged him down with zero hesitation, mouth crashing into his like she was starving for it. There was nothing gentle about the first kiss Just open, messy, desperate. Her tongue shoved past his lips the second they met, tasting him, moaning into it like she'd been waiting years instead of seconds.

Taehyung's low sound turned into a rough groan against her mouth. He didn't pull back. He took it, one hand fisting in the back of her hair, the other slamming down beside her head as he leaned fully over her on the bed. The kiss turned filthy fast...wet, deep, teeth catching, tongues sliding. She sucked on his bottom lip hard enough it had to sting, then shoved her tongue back into his mouth again like she couldn't get enough of the taste of him.

Her body arched up without permission, trying to grind against anything. The heavy ache between her legs was almost painful now, throbbing in time with her pulse. She could feel how wet she was, thighs sticky, dress riding up as she shifted restlessly under him.

She pulled back, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself.

His lips tasted warm and sinfully sweet, with something darker underneath, an intoxicating taste that lingered long after the kiss ended.

Before her mind could catch up, Taehyung's hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist and pinning it down against the mattress  with a merciless, bone-cold grip The sudden spike of pain shot straight up her arm, driving the breath right out of her lungs.

Her eyes snapped wide open, the intoxicating haze of lust shattering instantly replaced by a sharp spike of raw, primal fear.

"Taehyung—" she choked out, wincing as she tried to yank her hand back, but her arm didn't even budge. He remained frighteningly still

"Still think you can handle my sins, sweetheart?"

Do you want smut in the next part?

YES. Absolutely.

NO.

Remaining time: 6 days 5 hours

[kimadelina]

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝

♡ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

♡ featuring: jungkook • yoongi

♡ genre: dark romance • supernatural / urban fantasy • thriller / psychological • slow-burn romance with heavy tension • horror-tinged romance • mystery • forbidden connection • angst • immortal × human dynamic • fate-driven romance

♡ au: grim reaper au / death inc. au / soul collector au • bts as reapers (taehyung as the one who failed to collect her, jungkook as the chaotic coworker, yoongi as the investigator) • modern-day setting with a gothic headquarters mansion

♡ content warnings: temporary character death / near-death experience • guns & on-page shooting • blood / corpse imagery (suitcase body + roadside body) • • kidnapping / forced confinement (soft but present) • alcohol / intoxication • panic attacks & intense fear responses • memory loss related to dying • immortal entity x human power imbalance • mild body horror themes (soul trapped between realms)

♡ author’s note: okay so… i was literally fighting for my life with a massive writing block on my long series and instead of staring at my drafts for hours and pretending the words were magically going to appear, i decided to write this little short story instead. this idea randomly showed up in my brain and refused to leave, so here we are i honestly had so much fun creating this whole dark, chaotic, supernatural mess and i really hope you guys enjoy reading it. if you liked it, please don’t forget to like, share, reblog, and leave a comment because your reactions literally keep writers alive (especially during writer’s block )

♡ part one

♡ part two

♡ part three

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How would you feel about bumping into someone on a freaking abandoned roadside at 2:00 AM?

You must be wondering what I was even doing out there...trust me, there are a million questions, let me answer them. First of all, I was dragged to a club I didn't even want to go to. By the time my phone battery finally died, my feet were screaming because of these ridiculously high heels (why did I even wear them?). The freezing night air was cutting right through my sexy dress, doing absolutely nothing except making me tremble, and I was desperately trying to sneak back home before my parents panicked and filed a missing persons report for their runaway daughter.

As if the night couldn't possibly get any worse, how would you feel if you suddenly bumped into someone on a road that was supposed to be completely empty? No cars, no people...nothing. So why on earth did I run smack into a living, breathing human being?

To make matters worse, I already felt like I was being hunted, sprinting away from whatever was chasing me in the dark, only to collide straight into a guy holding a freaking gun and a heavy suitcase in his hands.

And right then? He turned around and shot the guy who was chasing me.

Wait... I know I'm drunk. I really, really hope this is just a dream, or some insane alcohol-induced hallucination.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying my absolute best to blink back the hot, traitorous tears threatening to spill over, desperately fighting off a full-blown sob clawing at my throat. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

With shaking hands, I slowly looked back up at him.

And holy motherfucking...

For a guy standing over a fresh body in the middle of nowhere, clutching a gun and a heavy suitcase, this man was... breathtakingly, impossibly beautiful.

He looked like the last masterpiece an artist would paint before losing his mind.

He stared back at me, his gaze sweeping slowly from my head to my toes before he finally let go of my wrist, causing me to stumble back a few steps into the freezing air.

"My car is right over there. Help me put this bag inside," he said, as casually as if he were asking a buddy to grab a six-pack from the cooler.

Look at the guy holding a gun. Who in their right mind would actually obey an order like that?

I looked down at the heavy-ass suitcase, looked back up at his terrifyingly gorgeous face, and immediately nodded my head anyway. Survival instinct was a funny thing.

I grabbed the handle and holy crap, that bag was heavy enough to have a body in it.

It was like he literally read my mind.

"There's a body inside of it," he said, nodding toward the bag I was holding.

My grip instantly loosened, and the heavy suitcase dropped hard onto the pavement with a dull thud. Right then, the shock finally cracked, and my eyes welled up with hot, furious tears. What the actual fuck was happening to me? Why did I have to cross paths with a literal psychopath...a gorgeous, drop-dead handsome serial killer, of all things?

He stepped closer, his dark eyes narrowing as he looked down at me.

"Pretty lady, I just saved you from that person," he said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous warning as he glared right at me.

"So help me. Respectfully."

I couldn't form a single coherent word. My gaze darted frantically back and forth across the pitch-black road, searching for any sign of a passing car, a flickering porch light, anything but there was nothing. Just empty shadows.

Trembling all over, I reached down and grabbed the handle of the suitcase again, and with a heavy sigh, he bent down to take the other side, sharing the weight.

Against my better judgment, my eyes flicked back toward the man who had been chasing me just moments ago, now lying motionless on the asphalt. The dark pool of blood spreading beneath him hit my stomach like a lead weight, churning my insides until a wave of nausea rose up my throat. Seeing up-close gun violence was a whole different kind of nightmare when you were already half-drunk in a freezing party dress.

We hauled the heavy-ass suitcase across the gravel, the dead weight of it dragging at my arms while my poor, tortured heels dug uncomfortably into the dirt. Every single muscle in my body was screaming, but terror kept me moving faster than logic ever could.

When we finally reached the sleek, tinted car parked tucked away in the shadows, he popped the trunk, and together we heaved the bag inside before slamming it shut.

Before I could even think about bolting into the dark, his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around my bare arm. There was no room to argue in the cold, unyielding grip of his fingers as he steered me firmly toward the passenger side. He yanked the door open and literally shoved me inside, closing it with a heavy thud that locked the rest of the world and my last shred of freedom...outside.

A second later, the driver's side door clicked open. The interior light flickered to life for a split second, casting a sharp, cinematic glow over his impossibly chiseled face before plunging us back into shadow as he slid in behind the steering wheel. The engine roared to life with a low, predatory rumble, vibrating right through my bones.

The heater was blasting warm air straight at me, but it did nothing to stop the shivers crawling under my skin. My teeth wouldn't stop chattering. The alcohol that had seemed like such a great idea at the club had worn off into a pounding headache and a foggy mind, making every shadow beyond the tinted windows look like something waiting to drag me back into the dark.

I curled into myself as much as the tight, sparkling fabric of my dress would allow, pressing my back flat against the passenger door like it was a shield. Every time the car shook slightly over a bump in the road, a fresh wave of panic hit my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"P-please," I whimpered, my voice sounding pathetic even to my own ears. A stray tear finally broke free, hot and fast, tracking a wet line down my cheek. I scrubbed at it angrily with the back of my hand, hating that he could see me shaking like a wet stray cat.

"Please just... just drop me off anywhere. A gas station. The side of the road. I won't say anything, I swear to God, just let me out..."

My fingers dug frantically into the leather of the seat, my knuckles turning stark white. My head was pounding, the alcohol and the sheer, unfiltered terror mixing into a nauseating cocktail that made the streetlights outside streak into blinding blurs of yellow and red.

He didn't say a word. He simply stared ahead, his expression unreadable. One hand rested on the steering wheel while the other shifted gears with movements so precise, so unnaturally smooth, it barely looked human.

My panicked hyperventilating stuttered to a complete stop.

Through the blur of my tears, my wandering eyes locked onto the digital dashboard clock glowing faintly on the console.

2:00 AM.

My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. That wasn't just the time... that was the exact minute my phone died back at the club. The exact second my nightmare had started.

Except, how was that possible? It felt like I had been running for my life, hiding, crying, dragging a body-sized suitcase across the asphalt, and getting shoved into this car for at least an hour. Time shouldn't be standing still. The numbers on the dash didn't even flicker.

Every single street we passed was completely, impossibly dead. Not a single stray cat, not a flicker of a porch light, not even another pair of headlights cutting through the suffocating dark. It was like the rest of the world had simply been erased, leaving only this endless, winding stretch of asphalt and the two of us.

I stared at him sideways, my breath fogging up the cold window glass.

He never blinks.

I watched him...truly watched him...waiting for the natural flutter of eyelashes, for a momentary shift in gaze, for anything that proved he was human. But his dark, unblinking eyes stayed locked dead ahead on the road, as if he didn't even need to register the dark curves coming our way. It was deeply, chillingly unnatural.

Swallowing hard, I tried to subtly shift away from him, my elbow brushing against his hand where it rested near the console.

The contact was accidental, but a sudden, violent shiver wracked my entire body. His skin felt like it had been carved out of winter ice...freezing, absolute zero, sending a shockwave of pure dread straight to my heart.

He didn't pull his hand away. Instead, his lips curved into that same slow, knowing smile.

I turned fully toward him in the passenger seat, my voice trembling and cracking as the words spilled out of me.

"Who are you?" I demanded, the tears hot and fresh on my cheeks.

"What is this? Are you in the mafia? Are you an assassin? Who the hell are you?!"

He didn't even flinch. He didn't look at me. His unblinking eyes stayed locked on the desolate road ahead, the dashboard clock still stubbornly glowing 2:00 AM.

Slowly, effortlessly, he turned the steering wheel, navigating another pitch-black corner before he finally answered in a voice as calm and casual as if we were discussing the weather.

"Someone who's working overtime."

The car jerked to a sudden, dead stop, throwing me slightly forward against my seatbelt. The engine cut out, plunging the interior into an absolute, suffocating silence save for the ticking of the cooling metal.

He didn't get out. Instead, he slowly turned his head.

Those dark, unblinking eyes fixed entirely on me, locking onto my face with a terrifying intensity. It wasn't just a glare...it felt like he was dissecting me, peeling back layers of skin and bone, searching for something hidden deep inside. His gaze raked over my trembling lips, lingered on the fresh tracks of tears on my cheeks, and traced every frantic twitch of my panic-stricken face.

I felt completely paralyzed, pinned beneath his gaze like a bug under a microscope. Every drop of alcohol in my veins evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming, primal terror that made my chest seize up. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

I felt beyond fear...floating somewhere past panic, in that numb, hollow space where you know you're entirely at the mercy of something you can't possibly fight.

His head tilted slightly to the side, his expression shifting from detached curiosity to something sharp, dark, and deeply unsettled. He looked at me the way someone looks at a glitch in a system that isn't supposed to exist.

"You're not supposed to be able to see me,"

My breath caught entirely in my throat. Not supposed to see him? What was that supposed to mean? Was I dead? Was he a ghost? A demon?

Before I could even process the horrifying question, his freezing fingers brushed against my cheek, gently tracing the wet trail of my tears as if testing whether I was actually real.

"Humans normally can't," he added, his voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper that scraped against my nerves.

My chest heaved as I stared back into those bottomless, unblinking eyes, my mind desperately trying to claw through the fog of alcohol and absolute terror.

"What... what are you talking about?" I choked out, my voice barely louder than a breath. "I'm standing right here. I'm human. I was at a club, I got chased, I—"

For the first time since I'd met him...

He looked uncertain.

"That's impossible," he murmured, almost to himself.

His gaze searched mine again, slower this time, as though expecting something to change.

"You have a pulse."

I blinked.

"...What?"

"You're breathing." His brows drew together ever so slightly. "Your heart is beating."

"Of course it is!"

"Then why..." He stopped, his expression hardening. "...can you see me?"

"Who are you—?" I started, my voice pitching up in pure panic as I tried to pull away from his touch.

The words got completely cut off.

My terrified eyes had flickered up to the rearview mirror, searching frantically for a way out, for a glimpse of the road behind us.

Instead, I found nothing.

The mirror caught the glowing green numbers of the dashboard clock. It caught the leather headrests, the tinted windows, the cold, empty space of the back seat.

It caught me. Wide-eyed, pale, trembling in my glittering dress.

His reflection was not there.

"Who....are you."

He was quiet for a long moment, his gaze drifting back to the road ahead.

"People have always needed a name for things they don't understand," he said softly. "So every generation, every civilization... they gave me one."

He let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, though there wasn't an ounce of humor in it.

"Some called me Death. Others feared me as the Grim Reaper. To those who believed souls had to cross a river, I became the Ferryman. In other places, I was the Collector... the one who arrived when it was time to leave."

He held my gaze for a long moment.

"Different stories. Different names."

A faint, almost melancholy smile touched his lips.

"They were all talking about me."

My brain simply refused to process what I'd just heard. I had spent the last hour convincing myself that I'd stumbled into the path of a serial killer, or maybe the mafia, or some terrifying contract assassin who disposed of bodies for a living. Hell, I was even willing to believe he was one of those absurdly rich, emotionally unavailable CEOs who somehow always had blood on their hands in movies. But no. Apparently, I had skipped every remotely logical explanation and gone straight to the Grim Reaper. Out of all the people I could've run into on an abandoned road at two in the morning, fate had decided to throw me directly into the path of Death himself. If this was some kind of cosmic joke, it wasn't funny.

"How old are you?" he asked quietly, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

I frowned, completely thrown by the question. "Twenty-two," I answered after a moment, my voice still trembling.

A faint crease appeared between his brows, the first real emotion I'd seen on his otherwise unreadable face. "No," he murmured, almost as though he were thinking aloud. "I don't mean your human age."

His eyes searched mine again, growing more unsettled with every passing second. "I don't understand." His voice was calm, but there was unmistakable confusion beneath it. "How can you see me? Only the dead can."

The words sent a cold chill racing down my spine before I could even begin to make sense of them. Then, without warning, a thick leather-bound book appeared out of thin air and landed heavily across his lap, as though it had always belonged there. I gasped, instinctively pressing myself farther into the passenger seat as the ancient cover slowly lifted on its own. The yellowed pages began turning by themselves, one after another, the soft rustle filling the otherwise silent car. He never touched them. He simply watched as though he had done this countless times before. After several moments, the pages finally stopped, and his gaze dropped to the open spread.

Unable to stop myself, I followed his eyes.

My name was written there.

I stared at it, my heart pounding violently against my ribs as my vision blurred with disbelief. Beneath my name was a single line, written in the same elegant script.

Status: Alive.

He remained perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the page as genuine confusion settled across his face. It was subtle, but unmistakable. "That shouldn't be possible," he whispered, more to himself than to me.

"Wait," he said suddenly, his expression tightening with something that looked suspiciously like confusion.

Before I could ask what he meant, he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out...a phone.

A phone.

For a second, my brain latched onto that detail instead of the much bigger issue currently ruining my life.

The Grim Reaper had an iPhone.

Somehow, that felt more unbelievable than everything else.

He barely spared me a glance as he tapped the screen and raised it to his ear. "Jungkook," he said after a moment, his voice as calm as ever. "I need you to check the Book for me."

A brief pause followed, and I could faintly hear another voice on the other end, though the words were too muffled to make out.

"There appears to be..." He glanced sideways at me, his brows knitting together. "...an anomaly."

"A living human can see me."

"No,"he replied, sounding just as puzzled. "Her heart is beating. She has a pulse. The Book lists her as alive."

His gaze drifted back to me, lingering for a moment before he continued.

"I'm asking if there has ever been a recorded case. Has anyone ever crossed paths with a living soul capable of seeing a Reaper?"

Whatever Jungkook said on the other end made his expression grow noticeably more serious.

"I see," he murmured quietly. "Then I'll bring her in."

The call ended.

My mouth fell open.

I stared at him for several long seconds before one horrifying realization finally settled into my alcohol-fried brain.

There wasn't just one Grim Reaper.

There were enough of them to have coworkers.

With a smooth flick of his freezing wrist, he shifted the car into drive.

I barely had time to brace myself before he slammed his foot down on the gas. The engine roared, a deafening, demonic scream that shook the entire frame of the car. It didn't just accelerate it launched. The world outside the windows instantly smeared into long, terrifying streaks of neon and shadow, blurring past at a speed that defied every law of physics. It felt like we were hurtling into the speed of light, tearing straight through the fabric of the night. My stomach violently flipped, and I let out a choked gasp, gripping the edge of my seat so hard my fingernails nearly tore.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the engine purred to a dead, absolute halt.

I stumbled out of my breath, blinking against the sudden change in reality as I forced my eyes open.

My jaw dropped so low it practically hit my knees.

We weren't on an abandoned roadside anymore. We were parked in front of a sprawling, massive courtyard. Towering gates of wrought iron stood open before a mansion so obscenely, breathtakingly luxurious it looked like a Gothic royal palace carved straight out of a nightmare. The grand double doors loomed under a massive stone archway, surrounded by manicured gardens that seemed frozen in eternal, moonlit perfection.

It was huge. Very, very, very big. The kind of estate where people didn't just live...they plotted world domination or drank wine from golden goblets.

Before I could even process the sheer absurdity of the Grim Reaper owning a billionaire's dream house, the driver's side door clicked open.

He stepped out into the freezing night air, walking around to my side before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt. He pulled my door open, his dark, unblinking eyes meeting mine as he offered a hand that was entirely too smooth for a man who harvested souls for a living.

"Come on, pretty lady," he said casually, his voice sending a fresh shiver down my spine.

I stared at his outstretched hand like it was venomous. My brain was operating at about two percent capacity, desperately trying to reboot between the lingering effects of cheap tequila, the laws of physics being shattered during a warp-speed drive, and the minor detail that I had just been kidnapped by an iPhone-touting immortal entity.

"I'm not taking the hand of a guy who collects souls," I croaked out, my voice sounding like sandpaper.

"I'm staying in the car. I'm going to lock the doors. I'm going to take a nap, and when I wake up, I'll be in my own bed, and this will all be a horrible hangover."

A low, deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. It was a rich, smooth sound that somehow made him even more dangerous.

"There is no lock on this earth that can keep you inside if I want you out, pretty lady," he replied smoothly. His fingers curled slightly, waiting. "And trust me, you don't want to make Jungkook come out here to fetch you. He's not nearly as patient as I am."

Jungkook. The coworker. The other Reaper.

Swallowing a fresh lump of terror, I decided that testing the patience of a guy who managed death departments was probably a bad life choice. I ignored his hand, scrambling awkwardly across the leather seat and practically falling out of the passenger door onto the pristine, frost-kissed cobblestones of the courtyard. My high heels immediately twisted on the uneven stone, sending a sharp twinge of pain up my ankles.

He caught me effortlessly by the elbow before I could face-plant into the ground. His touch was like grabbing an icicle, freezing cold right through the fabric of my dress, but it kept me upright.

"Careful," he murmured, his face dangerously close to mine for a fraction of a second before he let go. "The dead don't feel pain, but you've still got a lot of miles left on those feet."

Stepping inside the this felt like stepping into another dimension.

The foyer was breathtakingly vast, lit by a colossal crystal chandelier that cast a sharp, diamond-like glow over marble floors so polished they looked like sheets of black ice. Grand staircases curved upward into the shadows on either side, and the air smelled faintly of aged paper, winter frost, and expensive cologne. It looked less like a home and more like the high-end headquarters of an otherworldly syndicate.

Standing right in the center of the grand hall, leaning casually against a massive marble pillar with a glass of amber liquid in his hand, was a man.

He looked around my age, maybe a bit older, dressed in a sharp, impeccably tailored black suit that screamed expensive CEO. Tousled dark hair fell gracefully across his forehead, and his sharp, piercing eyes tracked our every move.

The sophisticated, terrifying aura he had been projecting a second ago completely shattered into a million pieces.

He slammed his crystal glass down onto a nearby marble side table sloshing half the amber liquid over the edge and practically skipped forward, closing the distance between us in three frantic strides.

"Welcome... OH MY GOD, I'M SO EXCITED. IT IS THE FIRST TIME THE FIRST FUCKING TIME A HUMAN CAME HERE! COME, COME, COME, LET ME GIVE YOU BLOOD WINE....."

Jungkook blurted out at top speed, his eyes sparkling with manic, genuine joy as his entire personality got completely hijacked by a different soul.

I stood frozen, my jaw practically unhinged, blinking in pure whiplash. Blood wine? Is that literal or just a dramatic brand name?

"Jungkook...."

Jungkook immediately snapped his mouth shut. He blinked, cleared his throat with a stiff, exaggerated cough, adjusted his designer lapels, and offered Taehyung a sheepish, unbothered nod.

"Right. Professional. Got it,"

Jungkook muttered before rolling his eyes and throwing his hands up. Then, he pointed a finger straight at Taehyung, his tone entirely dry.

"You know what, Taehyung? You are the most boring of all."

So... his name was Taehyung.

I stood there in my ruined heels, trembling in a freezing designer mansion hallway with two immortal entities arguing over my unexpected arrival like roommates debating who forgot to take out the trash.

"She's an anomaly," Taehyung stated flatly, ignoring Jungkook's jab as he stepped past me to drop the heavy, ancient leather book onto a mahogany console table.

"The Book says she's alive. Her heart is beating. But she looked right at me on the road."

Jungkook's playful demeanor instantly shifted back into sharp, analytical curiosity. He tilted his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me want to shrink into the marble floor.

"Well, human anomaly," Jungkook said, holding out a hand...thankfully empty this time. "Since you're the first living soul to ever crash our headquarters instead of checking in through the proper channels... welcome to the afterlife office. Let's figure out why you aren't dead yet."

Jungkook guided me into one of the oversized armchairs without another word. I sat stiffly, my hands clenched together in my lap, while Taehyung remained standing beside me with his arms folded across his chest. The playful excitement Jungkook had shown moments ago had completely disappeared. Now he looked focused, almost scholarly, as he hurried toward a massive desk overflowing with ancient files, leather-bound books, and stacks of yellowed documents.

After rifling through several folders, he finally looked up.

"Hyung..." he began, his voice unusually serious. "I went through every archived anomaly we've ever recorded. Every incomplete crossing, every corrupted soul, every unexplained encounter between the living and our realm."

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.

"There was only one."

Taehyung's expression remained unreadable.

"When?"

Jungkook pulled a weathered file from the bottom of the stack, carefully brushing centuries of dust from its cover.

"Approximately five thousand years ago."

Even Taehyung seemed to stiffen.

"I've already asked Yoongi hyung to investigate the exact moment she was at the club," Jungkook continued. "He's retracing the timeline to determine whether anything interfered with her crossing. We'll know more once he reports back."

He opened the ancient file and spread several brittle pages across the desk before turning them so both Taehyung and I could see.

"The man's name was Christopher," he said quietly. "According to the records, he suffered what should have been a fatal death. His soul crossed into our realm..." His finger traced a faded line of text. "...but before the passage was completed, he was brought back."

I frowned.

"So... he survived?"

"In body," Jungkook corrected. "Not completely in soul."

"He returned to the world of the living, but a fragment of his soul remained trapped between the Realm of the Living and the Realm of the Dead. He existed in both worlds simultaneously. Because of that, he could see Grim Reapers, wandering souls, and other entities that no living human should ever perceive."

A chill crawled down my spine.

Jungkook looked directly at me.

"Everything we've observed about you so far matches the beginning of Christopher's case almost perfectly."

My mouth went dry.

"There is one problem, though."

Taehyung lifted his eyes from the file.

"What?"

Jungkook hesitated for the first time since I'd met him.

"Christopher didn't stay that way forever."

"The records end with a single warning."

He lowered his gaze to the final page, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No soul can belong to two worlds forever. Eventually... one of them will claim it."

The heavy doors of the room opened.

A man stood there, dressed in the same dark, elegant clothing as the others, but unlike Jungkook's curiosity or Taehyung's unreadable calm, his expression held something far colder. Yoongi. He carried a thin file in his hand.

"Well?" Jungkook asked immediately, standing from his chair. "Did you find anything?"

Yoongi didn't answer right away. His eyes moved toward me first, studying me like he was trying to understand how something impossible could exist right in front of him.

Then he placed the file on the table.

"She didn't just randomly become capable of seeing him," he said quietly. "There was a reason."

My fingers tightened around the edge of the chair as a strange uneasiness settled in my chest.

"What reason?" Taehyung asked.

Yoongi opened the file and looked through the pages. "At exactly 2:00 AM, her body experienced something that should have ended her life."

I stared at him, unable to understand what he meant. "What are you saying?"

"Your heart stopped," Yoongi explained calmly. "Only for a short amount of time, but long enough for your soul to begin crossing over."

A cold shiver moved through me.

I wanted to laugh because the explanation sounded impossible, ridiculous even, but after everything I had already seen tonight, nothing felt impossible anymore.

"But I'm alive," I whispered.

"Yes," Yoongi replied. "And that is exactly why this case is unusual."

He turned another page.

"Your soul started leaving your body, but before the crossing was complete, something brought you back. Your body survived, your heartbeat returned, but your soul did not completely return to the world of the living."

Jungkook leaned closer to the file, his brows furrowing as he read the records. "So she's stuck between both realms?"

Yoongi nodded slowly. "Not completely dead. Not completely untouched by death either."

"That's why I can see him?"

"Yes," Yoongi said. "Most humans only see what belongs to their own world. The living see the living. The dead see the dead. But you exist somewhere in between those boundaries."

Taehyung remained quiet beside me, his eyes fixed on the file.

"There's something else," Yoongi added.

Everyone looked at him.

"She doesn't remember."

I frowned. "Remember what?"

Yoongi's expression softened slightly.

"Dying."

The word made my stomach drop.

"You crossed the Veil, but you have no memory of it. That has never happened before."

Taehyung finally spoke, his voice quieter than before. "Someone removed the memory."

Yoongi looked at him.

"Or something did."

"What the fuck is Veil?" She asked.

"The Veil is not a wall. It is a boundary. A line that separates what breathes from what has stopped breathing. The living cannot see beyond it, and the dead cannot return through it. But you... you crossed it and came back. A part of you remembers what your mind refuses to."

"So... you're telling me I died?"

Yoongi's eyes softened slightly, but his answer remained painfully honest.

"Yes."

The single word hit harder than I thought it would.

I let out a shaky laugh, looking between the three of them.

"No. No, that's not possible."

I shook my head quickly.

"I went to a club. I got drunk. I walked home. I got chased. That's it."

My breathing became uneven.

"I didn't die."

"Then why don't I remember?" I whispered.

Nobody answered immediately.

Finally, Jungkook slowly closed the file in front of him.

"Because your mind protected you."

I frowned.

"Protected me?"

He nodded.

"When a soul experiences something beyond what the human mind can understand, memories don't always survive the return."

He glanced at Taehyung.

"Especially when the crossing is incomplete."

I looked back at him.

"What happens when someone dies?"

Jungkook hesitated.

"Normally?"

I nodded.

"The soul separates from the body. The Veil recognizes the separation. The Reapers guide the soul through."

Yoongi's eyes remained fixed on the file in front of him, his voice calm but heavy with something I couldn't understand.

"Your body returned to the world of the living, but a piece of your soul never left the world of the dead."

I stared at taehyung, waiting for an answer. Waiting for him to tell me this was a mistake. Waiting for him to say I wasn't some impossible mistake between life and death. But Taehyung only looked at me with those endless, unreadable eyes.

The same eyes that had seen countless souls leave their bodies. The same eyes that had never shown hesitation.

Until tonight.

"Why do you look at me like that?" I whispered.

His expression didn't change.

But his voice did.

"Because in thousands of years..."

His eyes darkened.

"You're the first soul I failed to collect."

[kimadelina]

Part 2 is officially up on Tumblr.

[kimadelina]

𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵𝑬𝑫

♡ pairing: kim taehyung × reader

♡ genre: dark romance • supernatural / urban fantasy • slow-burn with sudden explicit tension • psychological romance • power imbalance • mild horror • forbidden connection • immortal x human dynamic • fate-driven romance

♡ au: grim reaper au / death inc. au • seven deadly sins ability, with taehyung possessing the power to awaken and influence them • modern-day setting with a gothic mansion serving as death inc.’s headquarters • private bedrooms within the mansion

♡ content warnings: intense kissing • supernatural influence on desire through the lust sin • dubious consent / mind-altering supernatural power, where she asks for it but the ability overrides her control • intense physical descriptions of arousal • immortal reaper x human anomaly power imbalance • mentions of murder and violence from taehyung’s human life • parental trauma involving the murder of taehyung’s parents • emotional vulnerability • fear of never being able to return home • mild pain play / wrist pinning • lingering effects of alcohol • psychological distress • supernatural manipulation

♡ part one

♡ part two

♡ Part three

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Taehyung walked ahead of her, his long strides unhurried as Y/N followed a few steps behind.

She kept glancing around as they made their way through the mansion, her eyes darting from one detail to another. Everything looked... normal.

She had expected something different after learning that this place belonged to Grim Reapers, something darker and more horrifying, perhaps bloodstained walls or restless souls wandering through the corridors, but there was none of that. It looked like an incredibly expensive mansion belonging to some ridiculously wealthy family, not a headquarters for immortal beings who spent their existence collecting human souls.

She kept looking around anyway, unable to stop herself. Every few seconds, her gaze would flick toward another doorway or shadowed corner, half-expecting something supernatural to emerge from it. But nothing happened. There were no monsters hiding beneath the furniture, no ghosts floating through the walls, no ominous screams echoing from somewhere deep inside the mansion. Just silence. Expensive, unsettling silence. Y/N almost wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. If someone had told her yesterday that she would spend the night wandering through a luxurious mansion belonging to Death himself, she would have laughed in their face. Yet here she was, still wearing the glittering dress she'd gone clubbing in, her feet aching inside her ruined heels, following a man who had casually explained that she had technically died less than an hour ago.

Her stomach twisted at the thought, and she quickly looked away. No. She didn't want to think about that again. Not yet. She wasn't ready to accept it. She was alive. Her heart was beating. She was breathing. She could feel the cold marble beneath her shoes and the fabric of her dress against her skin. That had to mean something. It had to mean she was still human.

Taehyung suddenly turned down another hallway, and Y/N hurried after him, unwilling to let him disappear from her sight.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

He didn't stop walking. "My room."

Y/N nearly stumbled over her own feet. "Your... what?" Taehyung finally glanced over his shoulder, his expression completely unreadable.

"My room." He said it with such casual certainty that Y/N stared at him in disbelief. Of all the things she'd expected from the Grim Reaper, apparently being invited into his bedroom wasn't one of them.

"Why?" she asked, slowing slightly.

"You need to rest." His answer came without hesitation.

"I don't need to rest," she argued, even though her exhausted body was practically begging her to stop standing.

Taehyung's gaze swept over her once more, lingering briefly on her trembling hands and the way she was shifting uncomfortably in her heels. "You've been dead for less than an hour."

The words hit her chest like a physical blow. Y/N stopped dead in her tracks, the breath completely deserting her lungs. A cold wave of nausea washed over her, making the opulent hallway spin dangerously. She wanted to scream at him, to cover her ears and pretend he hadn't just spoken out loud the one terrifying fact she was trying desperately to shove back down into the dark.

Instead, she stood frozen on the Persian runner rug, her fingers curling into tight fists at her sides.

Taehyung didn't seem affected by what he'd said. He simply turned away and continued walking as though announcing that she'd been dead for less than an hour was the most ordinary thing in the world. Y/N swallowed hard before forcing herself to follow him again, her mind spinning with questions she didn't even know how to ask. She had no idea what she was anymore, where she belonged, or what was going to happen to her next. But for some reason, despite every instinct telling her to run, she found herself following this men deeper into his home.

They walked through another long hallway before Taehyung finally stopped in front of a set of tall, dark wooden doors. He pushed one of them open without saying anything and stepped inside, leaving Y/N standing at the entrance for a second as she stared into his room. She had expected something terrifying. Maybe black walls, ancient skulls, weapons hanging everywhere, or some creepy collection of things that belonged to the dead. Instead, the room looked... surprisingly normal. It was large, obviously, with a huge bed sitting against the far wall, dark sheets thrown neatly across it and a few pillows arranged against the headboard. A tall window stretched almost from the floor to the ceiling, revealing nothing but the dark night outside, while a couple of warm lamps cast a soft glow over the room. There were books stacked on a shelf near the wall, a dark wooden desk, a wardrobe, and almost nothing else. It was strangely quiet and private compared to the rest of the mansion.

Y/N slowly stepped inside, her eyes moving around the room as if she were expecting it to suddenly reveal some horrifying secret. "This is your room?" she asked, unable to hide the disbelief in her voice. Taehyung glanced at her over his shoulder.

"Yes."

She looked around again.

"It's... normal." One of his eyebrows lifted slightly.

"Were you expecting something else?"

Y/N hesitated. "I don't know. More... dead people?"

A faint twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth, almost like he was trying not to smile.

"I don't keep dead people in my bedroom."

"Good to know," she muttered, stepping farther inside.

Taehyung closed the door behind her, and the quiet click of the lock made her shoulders tense immediately. He noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes briefly moved toward her before he walked over to the windows and pulled the heavy curtains shut, blocking out the darkness completely.

"You should sleep," he said. Y/N stared at him like he'd just suggested she take a nap in the middle of a burning building.

"Sleep?" she repeated. "You want me to sleep?"

Taehyung turned to face her.

"You're exhausted." "I just found out that I died." Her voice cracked slightly. "And you think I'm going to just lie down and sleep?"

Taehyung stared at her for a long moment before letting out a quiet sigh, his eyes dropping briefly to the floor as though he were trying to decide how much he should tell her right now. When he looked back at her, his expression had become more serious.

"Do you know the person who was chasing you?" he asked.

Y/N frowned, confused by the question. "What about him?"

Taehyung was quiet for a second before finally speaking.

"He wasn't a person."

Her eyebrows pulled together. "What?"

"The man you saw on the road." His voice remained calm, almost disturbingly calm. "The one who was chasing you wasn't alive."

Y/N stared at him.

Taehyung sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck before adding, "He died in 1894."

For a few seconds, Y/N simply looked at him, waiting for the punchline.

Her mouth slowly fell open. "I'm sorry... what?"

"1894," he repeated.

"That's..." She stopped, blinking rapidly. "That's over a hundred years ago."

"Yes."

"So why did you, as a Grim Reaper, take that long to collect a soul like that?" she asked, her voice rising slightly with disbelief.

Taehyung stared at her for a moment before giving a small sigh. "There are a lot of stubborn people, you know."

Y/N just stared at him.

"Stubborn?" she repeated. "He was chasing me through the middle of nowhere!"

Taehyung gave a small shrug as though that somehow explained everything.

"You killed him in front of me with a freaking gun," she continued, pointing at him accusingly. "And please don't tell me the body in the suitcase was—"

"Yes."

"That was also a soul," he added smoothly, as if casually explaining the weather.

Y/N's face went completely blank, her brain desperately trying to reboot.

"From when?" she asked, her voice dangerously high.

"1540."

Her jaw dropped

so low it

practically hit the floorboards.

"1540?!"

Taehyung nodded calmly. "Yes."

"Jesus Christ."

He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes fixed on hers. "He wasn't."

"That's not what I meant!" Y/N threw her hands up in utter disbelief, glaring at the immortal being standing in front of her.

"No, because I seriously thought Grim Reapers weren't supposed to look like this." Y/N gestured vaguely at him, still looking completely baffled. "I mean, I don't know what I expected, but definitely not someone this handsome, breathtaking, majestic... whatever the hell you are. You almost look like a normal human being. And Jungkook and Yoongi do too."

Taehyung stared at her for a few seconds before letting out a quiet sigh. "Yes. Because this is how I looked when I was human. This is my original face."

Y/N's brows pulled together. "What do you mean, when you were human?"

Taehyung leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing as if her question had somehow offended him. "I see people in 2026 know absolutely nothing about their own legends anymore."

Y/N blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You've turned centuries of history into stories, myths, children's tales, and horror movies." His gaze remained fixed on her. "The Grim Reaper was never supposed to be some monster hiding beneath a hood, waiting in a graveyard with a giant scythe."

"Then what are you?"

"A soul."

She stared at him.

Taehyung continued before she could interrupt. "A human soul that crossed a certain threshold and could no longer return to the world of the living."

Y/N's expression slowly changed.

"Long before your time, there were people who believed that the dead simply went to Heaven or Hell. Others believed souls wandered the Earth until they found their way to the afterlife. Some believed they were reincarnated. There were hundreds of beliefs, thousands of stories."

He paused, his gaze drifting toward the dark window.

"But there was another belief. One that humans eventually forgot."

Y/N swallowed. "Which was?"

"That some souls were never meant to belong to either side."

She stared at him silently.

"According to the oldest legends, when a human soul accumulated too much blood on its hands, something eventually changed. It wasn't simply about killing once or twice. It was years of violence, cruelty, and death. A soul that repeatedly took human lives could become so stained that it no longer belonged among ordinary dead."

"You're scaring me now," Y/N whispered, taking an involuntary step backward until the edge of the mattress pressed against the backs of her knees. Her chest tightened all over again, her fingers curling nervously into the fabric of her dress as she stared at him. "What do you mean you were literally a mass serial killer?"

"Those souls weren't sent to Heaven. They weren't dragged to Hell. And they weren't allowed to wander freely among the living. Instead, they were stripped of their place in the natural order and bound to the boundary between life and death."

Y/N stared at him. "So... they became Grim Reapers?"

Taehyung nodded once.

"That's what your legends called us."

"But why do you collect souls?"

"Because someone has to."

His answer was simple.

"When a human dies, their soul has to cross the Veil. Reapers guide them through that passage. We find the souls that are lost, the ones that refuse to leave, the ones that have escaped their appointed crossing, and the ones who are trapped between realms."

Y/N's eyes widened slightly. "So you were basically punished?"

Taehyung's expression became unreadable.

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps?"

"The old legends called it punishment. Others called it redemption. Some believed becoming a Reaper was a second chance for souls who had committed unforgivable things. Others believed it was a curse that lasted until the end of existence."

He looked directly at her.

"The truth is probably somewhere in between."

Y/N was quiet for a moment, trying to process everything.

"So you were human."

"Yes."

"And then you killed people."

His jaw tightened slightly.

"Yes."

"And then you died."

"Yes."

"And somehow you became... Death?"

Taehyung's lips curved into the faintest smile.

"Not Death."

He stepped closer.

"Just one of the things that humans decided to call it."

"Do you remember your past life? I mean... when you were human?" Y/N asked after a moment, her voice quieter now. She looked up at him, the fear in her eyes slowly giving way to genuine curiosity. "Do you remember what your life was like? Do you ever miss it?" She hesitated, fidgeting slightly with the edge of her dress before asking the question that had apparently been bothering her the most. "And... do you ever wish you could go back? Like, actually return to Earth and live as a human again?"

The questions came out one after another, almost childishly sincere, and something about the way she looked at him made Taehyung pause.

He had expected fear. Suspicion. Maybe even disgust after hearing what he had once been.

He hadn't expected this.

Y/N was sitting there on the edge of his bed, still visibly shaken, still trying to understand the fact that she had somehow died and returned, yet she was looking at him with nothing but innocent curiosity. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her head tilted to one side as she waited for his answer, almost as if she had forgotten for a moment that the man standing in front of her was the Grim Reaper.

Taehyung simply stared at her.

For some reason, he couldn't look away.

There was something strangely disarming about her. She wasn't looking at him like Death anymore.

She was looking at him like he was just... Taehyung.

And he wasn't sure why that affected him so much.

Taehyung remained quiet for a moment, his eyes still fixed on her. He hadn't expected those questions, especially not from someone who had been terrified of him only minutes ago. Most humans who learned what he was either begged him for their lives or looked at him as though he were some kind of monster. Y/N, somehow, was sitting on his bed asking if he missed being human.

"I remember," he finally said.

"Not everything. Time does strange things to memories when you've existed for this long. Some faces become blurry. Some voices disappear. Sometimes I can remember an entire century but forget what I had for breakfast yesterday."

Y/N's lips twitched into the smallest smile.

"You remember your mom and dad?" Y/N asked quietly.

"Yes, I do remember." Taehyung's answer came without hesitation, but his expression remained completely blank. "They were the reason I became what I am. They were murdered in front of me."

Y/N's face immediately softened. "Oh..." Her voice dropped into a whisper. "I'm so sorry."

Taehyung didn't respond. He simply looked at her, waiting for whatever question was obviously coming next.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before curiosity got the better of her again. "Were you married?" she asked. "Did you have... I don't know, a lover? Siblings? A wife? Children?"

Taehyung gave her a long, almost disbelieving look.

"I was literally seventeen."

Y/N blinked.

"Obviously, I never had a lover," he continued, his tone completely flat. "Marriage was far from my mind at that age. And no, I didn't have any siblings. I was an only child."

"Oh."

Y/N nodded slowly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by how many questions she'd just thrown at him.

Then she glanced at him again.

"So you were just seventeen when all of that happened?"

Taehyung's gaze shifted away from her.

"Yes."

"You must have so many fangirls," Y/N said suddenly, a playful little smile appearing on her face. She looked him up and down before adding, "I mean... you're ridiculously handsome."

Taehyung stared at her.

For once, the legendary Grim Reaper looked genuinely caught off guard.

"Fangirls?"

"Yes." Y/N nodded as though it were obvious. "You've been alive for thousands of years, you're apparently immortal, you look like that, and you walk around acting all mysterious and emotionally unavailable. Surely someone has fallen for you by now."

Taehyung's eyebrows lifted slightly.

"No."

Y/N's smile disappeared. "No?"

"No fangirls."

She stared at him for a second before letting out a small laugh. "You're lying."

"I don't lie."

"That is the most unbelievable thing you've said tonight."

Taehyung simply looked at her, completely unamused.

Y/N couldn't help smiling again. "Seriously, though. Not even one?"

"No."

"Not even a tiny crush?"

"No."

"That's actually kind of sad."

Taehyung sighed quietly, looking away from her.

"I collect souls, Y/N. I don't collect admirer—"

"Mr. Kim..." A voice suddenly came from the other side of the door. "Kylie is calling for you."

Taehyung's expression immediately changed. The faint softness that had been there moments ago disappeared, replaced by clear irritation. His jaw tightened as he looked toward the door.

"Tell her I'm busy," he said flatly. "I'm on a mission."

There was a brief silence outside.

"Sir, she said it's important."

Taehyung closed his eyes for a second, clearly trying to contain his patience.

"Tell her I'm very busy."

Y/N pressed her lips together, desperately trying not to laugh.

Taehyung glanced at her.

"Who is she?" Y/N asked, glancing toward the door.

"She's Yoongi's sister," Taehyung replied simply as he walked back toward the bed and sat down. His expression still held a trace of irritation. "She's always clinging to me. I hate it."

Y/N blinked, watching him carefully.

"Clinging to you?"

"Yes."

"Like... actually clinging?"

Taehyung gave her a flat look. "How many ways can you interpret that?"

Y/N pressed her lips together, trying not to smile.

"So she likes you."

"I don't care."

"Sounds like she likes you."

"I said I don't care."

Y/N tilted her head, studying his completely unimpressed face. "You really don't?"

Taehyung sighed, leaning back against the headboard.

Taehyung watched her for a moment before his expression slowly changed.

"Y/N... are you scared?"

She looked at him, the playful expression on her face fading slightly. For the past several minutes, she'd been asking questions, teasing him, even joking about fangirls and Kylie as if she had somehow forgotten the impossible situation she was trapped in. But she hadn't. The fear was still there. It had been sitting quietly beneath every laugh, every question, every sarcastic remark she'd thrown at him. She was exhausted, overwhelmed, and still trying to convince herself that everything happening around her wasn't real.

"Honestly?" she whispered.

Taehyung said nothing.

"Yes... I am."

Her voice came out much softer than before.

She turned her head toward the tall window, staring at the dark curtains that hid whatever waited beyond them.

"I have Mom and Dad waiting for me at home," she murmured. "I didn't even tell them I was going to the club."

Her fingers slowly tightened around the fabric of her dress.

"I was supposed to come back before they noticed. They must be waiting for me."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"They probably think I'm still out there somewhere..."

She paused, blinking rapidly as her eyes began to sting.

"I don't even know what I'm supposed to tell them."

"I know how it feels... that fear of leaving people behind without getting the chance to say goodbye," Taehyung said quietly, his gaze remaining on her as his expression softened. "I know what it's like to have everything you know taken away from you in a single moment, and to have no choice but to keep going even when a part of you is still desperately wishing you could go back."

"From the way you're talking... why do I have the feeling that I can never return to life again?" she whispered, looking at Taehyung. For the first time since she'd met him, he couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes.

"I don't want to give you any fake hope," he said quietly, his voice losing its usual certainty. "I don't know if there's a way back for you, Y/N. And if there is, I've never seen anything like your case before."

"Anyway, I know Jungkook and Yoongi are investigating, so we'll find out something eventually," Y/N said, forcing a small smile as she tried to steer the conversation somewhere, anywhere, else. "I'm not going to lose hope that easily. So... let's talk about something else, okay?"

She looked at him for a moment before adding, almost casually, "Tell me, do you have any kind of superpowers or something? Because if I'm going to be stuck around Grim Reapers, I at least deserve to know what you guys can actually do."

"Yeah..." Taehyung said, his expression remaining completely calm. "I do have one special ability."

Y/N immediately looked at him with curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Taehyung's eyes met hers, and the faintest hint of amusement appeared in them.

"I can control the seven deadly sins."

"The seven deadly sins?"

Taehyung nodded.

"Like... pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth?" she asked, counting them off on her fingers.

"Yes."

"I can influence them," he corrected. "There is a difference."

Y/N frowned. "What difference?"

"The sins already exist inside every human soul. I don't create them. I simply awaken them, strengthen them, or suppress them when I choose."

Her eyes widened slightly.

"So you can make someone greedy?"

"If they're capable of greed."

"Make someone angry?"

"Wrath is usually easier."

"Make someone..." She hesitated, suddenly remembering one of the sins. "Lustful?"

Taehyung's eyebrow lifted.

Y/N immediately looked away. "I'm just asking!"

"I know."

There was a faint amusement in his voice now.

Y/N crossed her arms, trying to recover her dignity. "Okay, fine. And what happens if you use all seven at once?"

Taehyung's expression changed.

The amusement disappeared.

"I don't."

"Why?"

"Because humans weren't meant to experience all seven at their full strength simultaneously."

Y/N's curiosity faded slightly.

"What would happen?"

"They would lose control of themselves."

"Greed would make them want everything. Envy would make them resent everyone who had it. Pride would convince them they deserved it. Wrath would make them destroy whatever stood in their way. Gluttony would make them consume without restraint. Lust would turn desire into obsession, and sloth would eventually make them incapable of caring about anything at all."

Y/N stared at him.

"That sounds horrifying."

"It is."

She studied him for a moment before asking, "So... which one do you use the most?"

Taehyung leaned back slightly, his gaze remaining on her.

"Wrath."

Y/N's eyebrows rose.

"Of course it is."

A faint smirk appeared on his lips.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you look like someone who has anger issues."

Taehyung stared at her.

Y/N quickly added, "Respectfully."

Y/N tilted her head, studying him for a moment before a mischievous smile slowly appeared on her face.

"So... you can control lust too?"

She asked again

Taehyung looked at her. "Yes."

She tried to hide her amusement but failed. "Then could you make me fall for you?"

For a few seconds, Taehyung said nothing. His eyes stayed on hers, calm and unreadable, until the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips.

"I wouldn't need to."

"Use lust on me?" Y/N suddenly asked.

Taehyung went completely still.

For the first time that night, she actually managed to catch him off guard. His eyebrows lifted slightly as he stared at her, as though he needed a moment to make sure he had heard her correctly.

Stupid girl.

"Why are you asking that?" he finally asked, his voice carrying a faint hint of amusement.

"I'm just actually curious," Y/N said, shrugging as though she hadn't just asked the Grim Reaper to manipulate one of the most intimate human emotions. "I want to know whether I can still control my own senses or not."

Taehyung stared at her for another second before the corner of his mouth slowly curved upward.

"Then why would you specifically choose lust?"

Y/N immediately opened her mouth, then stopped.

Taehyung's smirk deepened.

"I'm waiting."

"I won't mind making out with you," Y/N said with a small chuckle, clearly not taking her own words too seriously. "I mean... you are handsome."

"Careful," he murmured. "You keep saying things like that, and eventually I might start believing you mean them."

Y/N's smile faltered slightly. "I was complimenting you."

"You were offering to kiss me."

"I said I wouldn't mind."

"That sounds very much like an offer."

"Use it on me, come on," Y/N insisted, trying to sound far more confident than she actually felt.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, but the faint amusement in his expression remained.

"You really don't know when to stop, do you?"

"Nope."

He sighed before pushing himself up from the bed.

He stepped back toward the edge of the mattress, his long shadow falling completely over her.

Y/N's breath hitched. All the brave, reckless words she'd just thrown out evaporated the second he closed the distance, his towering presence commanding every inch of the space around them. She wanted to lean back, to put some safe, sensible distance between them, but her spine hit the pillows as he moved closer, trapping her effortlessly between his arms.

The moment his eyelids lifted, the dark, bottomless black of his irises was entirely gone. In its place burned a striking, vibrant shade of electric blue, glowing with a supernatural, liquid intensity that seemed to pull the very air out of the room.

Y/N froze, her breath catching entirely in her throat as she stared up into those glowing depths.

It was like looking into a winter storm frozen over a deep, dark ocean. The color was blindingly vivid, casting an eerie, azure light across the sharp angles of his face and the pale skin of her neck. But it wasn't just the visual change that hit her it was the sudden, overwhelming wave of sensation that crashed over her body like a physical tide.

Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, but the frantic, icy terror she had felt all evening began to dissolve, instantly replaced by a thick, heavy ache of pure, unadulterated longing. Her gaze dropped hungrily to his mouth, every thought in her head scattering into white noise until there was only him, the heat radiating off his hard chest, and the magnetic pull drawing her toward him.

Taehyung didn't move immediately. He watched her face, his glowing blue eyes tracking every micro-expression as the sin he had awakened took root in her blood. He could see it the exact moment her hesitation crumbled, the way her pupils dilated, the helpless parting of her lips as the supernatural desire  consumed every rational thought she had left.

She couldn't form words. Her hands, which had been frozen at her sides, automatically reached up, her trembling fingers tangling into the dark fabric of his jacket as she pulled him down toward her with a desperate, breathless need.

Taehyung let out a low, husky sound against her skin, and the small space between them disappeared completely.

She didn't think. Couldn't.

Heat slammed straight between her legs, thick and immediate, soaking through her already ruined underwear. Her nipples went tight under the thin fabric of the dress, aching, and every inch of her skin felt too tight, too hot, like she needed to be touched or she'd lose her fucking mind.

She dragged him down with zero hesitation, mouth crashing into his like she was starving for it. There was nothing gentle about the first kiss Just open, messy, desperate. Her tongue shoved past his lips the second they met, tasting him, moaning into it like she'd been waiting years instead of seconds.

Taehyung's low sound turned into a rough groan against her mouth. He didn't pull back. He took it, one hand fisting in the back of her hair, the other slamming down beside her head as he leaned fully over her on the bed. The kiss turned filthy fast...wet, deep, teeth catching, tongues sliding. She sucked on his bottom lip hard enough it had to sting, then shoved her tongue back into his mouth again like she couldn't get enough of the taste of him.

Her body arched up without permission, trying to grind against anything. The heavy ache between her legs was almost painful now, throbbing in time with her pulse. She could feel how wet she was, thighs sticky, dress riding up as she shifted restlessly under him.

She pulled back, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself.

His lips tasted warm and sinfully sweet, with something darker underneath, an intoxicating taste that lingered long after the kiss ended.

Before her mind could catch up, Taehyung's hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist and pinning it down against the mattress  with a merciless, bone-cold grip The sudden spike of pain shot straight up her arm, driving the breath right out of her lungs.

Her eyes snapped wide open, the intoxicating haze of lust shattering instantly replaced by a sharp spike of raw, primal fear.

"Taehyung—" she choked out, wincing as she tried to yank her hand back, but her arm didn't even budge. He remained frighteningly still

"Still think you can handle my sins, sweetheart?"

Do you want smut in the next part?

YES. Absolutely.

NO.

Remaining time: 6 days 5 hours

[kimadelina]

Yeasss

Like ok don't give notification

Why send it after 30 mins??

Like bitch are you teasing me?? Laughing on my face!?

That late notification while I just opened the app, saw I missed and had a breakdown

Is sooo soo annoying 😤

The app notification came through like 30 mins late, and I get why that pissed you off…especially when you’d already opened the app and realized you missed it. That delayed notification is actually so annoying 😭 I’d be mad too.🥀😔

[kimadelina]

Bunnnyyyy

I just hate this bloody app

Taehyung came live twice, I was literally on my fucking phone but this app didn't send me notification 😭

And I randomly saw a clip on yt only to open weverse and boom....... Shocker

Nd guess what...... It gave me notification now after fucking 30 mins or so

🔪😤

I DIDN’T MISS IT THIS TIME LMAOOO 😭

I WOULD’VE ACTUALLY LOST MY FUCKING MIND IF I MISSED IT 😭 like imagine being on your phone literally the whole time and this stupid ass app decides “hmm yes let’s NOT notify her” 😭💀 and then casually sending the notification 30 FUCKING MINUTES LATER???

nightmare? yeh 🥀

[kimadelina]

Btw, Addie… are you still accepting requests?? 😍 (so that I can send you some.) 😛

As I mentioned before, I’m currently juggling two short series and one long fanfic, so things are a little hectic right now😭

If you’re expecting requests to be written anytime soon… don’t get your hopes up just yet because it’ll probably take me quite a while. That being said, if you have an idea, you’re more than welcome to send it in. I can’t promise when I’ll get around to writing it or if I definitely will but I’ll absolutely read it and keep it in mind. So… if you want to drop one, go for it.

[kimadelina]

BTW ADDIEEE 😭😭 I HAVE SOOO MANY OF UR ONESHOTS TO CATCH UP ONNNN. I MISSED YOU SM. I’ve literally been drowning in studies lately so I barely had time to read anything 😭😭 BUT I’M FINALLY FREE(ish) NOWWW. I’M COMING BACK TO BINGE EVERYTHING I MISSED. DON’T JUDGE ME IF YOU SEE ME SPAM LIKING OR LEAVING A THOUSAND COMMENTS LMAOOO. I MISSED BEING HERE. 😍😍😍😍

don’t even apologize. Studies always come first, okay? I’m just really happy to see you back. Take your time catching up. my oneshots aren’t going anywhere. And if you end up spamming my notifications with comments trust me, I won’t complain.

[kimadelina]

Addie BUT HELPPPP WHY WAS THIS SOOO YOU??? 😭😭 people knew me but i didn’t even know them I’M CRYINGGGG HOW DO U ACCIDENTALLY BECOME POPULAR??? like girl was famous without even trying 😭 AND THE TEACHERS??? WHY WERE THEY ALWAYS ON UR CASEEE 😭😭 you were just sitting there existing and somehow they’d STILL find you. they were ur biggest fans fr. THE CRUSH PART TOOK ME OUUUTTT 😭 i never took anyone seriously LMAOOOOOO so u were just collecting random crushes and then waking up the next day like “nah nvm.” 😭😭 anyways THANK U FOR THE YAPPPP I LOVED READING ALL OF ITTTT 😭😭 now keep oversharing Addie because i’m nosy af and i need more Addie lore immediately. don’t disappear for like three business days either. 😒💙

thank you, genuinely. Messages like yours are my favorite because they never feel like commentsthey feel like conversations. So yes, I’ll keep oversharing whenever I have another random story to tell. Just don’t blame me if one simple memory somehow turns into five paragraphs of unnecessary lore. That’s a risk you’re choosing to take.

[kimadelina]

Addieee can i ask you something 😭 (I saw that answer of university you replied to …honestly i do try my best not to ask these kind of questions but if you did replies so pls tell me as well??) what was your school life actually like??? and i mean EVERYTHING. not just university, like school school too. were you the quiet kid?? the popular one?? always getting into trouble?? did you have a friend group?? did you ever skip classes?? have a school crush?? embarrassing moments??? 😭😭 and then university… was it fun?? or was everyone just stressed and pretending to have their life together LMAOOO. like genuinely tell me EVERYTHING, don’t leave out the tiny details. i’m so nosy when it comes to people’s school experiences 😭 mine was sooooo shittyyyy LMFAOOO 😭🥀 

Oh my God, okay, wait… let me remember because it’s been a while.

I still remember saying to myself almost every single day, “I just want to get out of this hell.” I mean… who hasn’t felt that way at some point, right?

As for what I was like in school… I think I was the funny one, but only around my own classmates. Outside of that, I was actually pretty quiet. I wasn’t the type to start conversations first. I mostly kept to myself unless someone came up to me. Which is funny because, for some reason, teachers always managed to notice me even when I wasn’t doing anything. To this day, I have no idea why.

Most of my school life wasn’t exactly something I’d call amazing. It wasn’t one of those “best years of my life” experiences people always talk about. It was stressful, awkward, and honestly kind of exhausting most of the time. Things only became a little more chill towards the end. I won’t say it suddenly became perfect, but it was definitely easier to breathe compared to before.

Popular? I… honestly think so? Which still confuses me because people would randomly know my name or come up to me, and I’d just stand there wondering, “Have we ever met?” Meanwhile, I barely knew half of them.

Personality-wise, I was definitely the kind of person who only talked if someone else started the conversation. What do you expect from an introvert? I wasn’t shy because I hated people I just preferred observing. I could sit there quietly for hours and be completely fine.

Crushes? Yeah, of course. Everyone has random crushes. But I never really took any of them seriously. I’d like someone for a while, then completely move on the next week like nothing ever happened. It was never that deep for me.

Embarrassing moments… surprisingly, I don’t really remember any. Maybe my brain decided to delete them out of self-defense. And I wasn’t really the type to get into trouble either. I mostly stayed in my own lane.

And now that in university… honestly? I don’t think I care as much as I thought I would. I just go to class, do what I have to do, and let life happen. I’m not chasing some dramatic college experience. If good memories happen, great. If they don’t, that’s fine too. At this point, I’m just letting things be and seeing where life takes me. That’s probably the most honest answer I can give.

Oh, and one more thing… my phone addiction definitely got worse. I swear if you ever see me, there’s like a 99% chance I’m staring at my phone instead of paying attention to what’s happening around me. It’s actually embarrassing at this point. Half my screen time is probably just me doomscrolling, reading/ writing random things, or listening to music (BTSSSS) while pretending I have my life together. I really should work on it… but then again, that’s a problem for future me.🤓💙

[kimadelina]

Can I ask you something bunny?? Answer only if you want to

Are u a student!? Like uni

And if you're, what's your major??

Business Administration, but if you ask me what I actually enjoy? Psychology and philosophy. (English)😭🥀 I’m still trying to figure life out lol. I’m pretty chill about it.

[kimadelina]

Bunnny

Read this

Cut by @deepdarkdelights

It's so good, dark yandere taehyung 😭

(I hv recommended at least 15-20 fics and you read none 😭🔪)

I've just been super, super busy lately trying to keep up with everything, but I promise I haven't forgotten about your sweet recommendations.

I am so sorry for being such a sleepy little bunny and missing them.

Thank you 🫶💙

[kimadelina]

Apparently Part 2 of Beautifully Damned wasn’t ready to be seen.

The draft disappeared before I could post it, so I’m rewriting it from scratch. Maybe the universe wanted a better version. Either way, it’ll be worth the wait.

[kimadelina]

Ikr

It probably feels like just "talking to myself"

And yes he's so funny

Coz he went upstairs to wave at the camera 😭😂

Such a pookie

Even in concert, he's so fun

But then he chose to wear tank tops and we're all melting together

He has become so buff and sexy 😭

Showing his body nd abs

Old pookie rookie taehyung wouldn't believe it if someone told him back then😂

Back then,his exposed forehead was enough for us (still is🤧)

Right?? Like the whiplash from cute pookie to this entire era is actually illegal 😭🔥

Rookie Taehyung really has no idea what he unleashed. Honestly, we went from screaming over soft concepts to completely melting over tank tops in what feels like a blink. He's thriving so much though, I love it!👅