Traces
Kim Taehyung x Reader
Rating: T
Release Date: April 8, 2020 @ 12 pm
Sypnosis: All that is left in the world are traces of you. How I long for you. Do you not know how much I miss you? Darling I need you.
Foreword: 1/3 done. Hope you like it @thebiasrekkers
“ Be careful that’s hot!” Taehyung hadn’t even felt the heat when he brushed upon the metallic teapot on the stove, but nonetheless YN had rushed forward to pull him away from it. Carefully examining the skin to see if any marks had been left on it. Taehyung had felt a smile spread across his face at her concern. It wouldn’t hurt him, she must’ve known that, but YN had always treated him normally - something he knew she shouldn’t be doing. Gently he hooked his fingers under her chin, tilting her head upwards so she could look at him. “I’m fine. There’s no need to worry.” It was almost comical the way her forehead was wrinkled by frown lines and the small pout of her lips. Taehyung could never laugh though, not at her.
“There is a need to worry, I don’t have the parts to fix you if your skin gets burnt.” YN pushed his hand away gently, Taehyung didn’t know which hurt more: her rejection or her words. Every time Taehyung thought the gap between them was being bridged, she would pull away. Utter a phrase to remind him that he was inferior to her - she never did it on purpose, but that’s what it did. “YN.” He whispered her name, but she had already left the kitchen. Taehyung supposes he could’ve had it worse, others like him had suffered under terrible owners. YN wasn’t like that though, she would never intentionally harm him, but unintentionally she was grinding his metallic heart to pieces.
Taehyung awoke with a jolt, immediately casting a glance to his side but seeing the empty bed only served as a cruel reminder. Today was an important day and as much as Taehyung longed to stay in bed, to drift back into the realm of dreams where YN always accompanied him, he had to get up. They were watching after all. Taehyung went about his morning routine, aware of the cameras that observed his every move. Not that it really mattered anyway, the chip implanted in him would report everyone of his thoughts back to them. It had been the first thing they had ‘rectified’ when he had returned. A slow humming sound could be heard and it was a sign that Taehyung was running out of time. Quickly he thrust his clothes on and put on the beaded bracelet. Waiting for the guards to come collect him.
“Do you like it?”
Taehyung glanced away from the display to see YN staring up at him. When he didn’t respond immediately, YN pointed to the bracelet on stand and asked again. Taehyung did like it, the small details painted on the beads amazed him. Tiny immaculate portraits of angels drawn on each one, he wasn’t religious but he could appreciate art. YN smiled, turning and walking a few steps to the lady sitting on the stool. “I’d like to buy it please.” Her voice drifted towards him and Taehyung stood shocked. He had done something wrong hadn’t he? He wasn’t supposed to be asking for things, or forcing her to spend money on him. This was wrong. This was a mist - Gently YN cradled his hand and slipped the bracelet on.
“There isn’t it pretty? You have very good taste.” All Taehyung could do was stare in wonder at her. She wasn’t supposed to be acting like this, she should be reprimanding him for being a nuisance. Most owners would do this. “Do you want to go home, Tae?” He would come to learn YN was not like most owners.
The door opened and Taehyung was greeted with three armed guards waiting to escort him. Taehyung didn’t even bother sparing them a glance. He kept his head down as he exited the room. The sleek white hall lacked the warmth and tenderness that YN’s house did. The second he had set foot inside her house, Taehyung had realized what a home truly was - and that he’d been living inside a prison the entire time. When the room came into sight Taehyung’s pace slowed down, causing one of the guards to push him with the back of his gun. He’d known since the second he stepped foot in here again that he was going to die, but being aware of things to come doesn’t make it easier to deal with them when they do happen.
To be clear, Taehyung always knew what existed between the two of you wasn’t going to work out. It was wrong. Illegal. Immoral. At least according to them it was. YN saw things differently of course, she saw him as an equal - not a machine. Taehyung would always replay their memories in his head; the only thing that kept him sane until that point. There was one memory he couldn’t revisit though, one that caused him so much pain that he would rather forget it. The brain has a funny way of working though. As Taehyung was walking to his grave, it seemed to be all he could think about. The way YN’s eyes pierced at him in their final moments together. The way she had held onto him, as the life left her eyes.
“I will always be with you. There are traces of me that will remain and they shall be with you.”
“KT1204, alias Kim Taehyung, you’ve been found guilty of the murder of YLN YN. For that a shut down and wipe out has been ordered, you will cease to exist and all memory of you will be erased.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes as they laid him down on the bed, if it could even be considered that, the way they looked at him was full of shame. Yet another failure in their program. Another reminder of just how far they were from their mark. Taehyung couldn’t look at them anymore so he simply closed his eyes, wanting to see her one last time.
“You have a beautiful soul, Taehyung.” He rolled his eyes, glancing up into the blue sky. Taehyung didn’t have a soul. Sure he had a heart and a brain, a working body too, but a soul was the one thing he didn’t have. “That’s not true. I can’t have a soul.”
YN scoffed, “Of course it’s true. That’s what makes your soul so beautiful. You aren’t meant to have one yet you do.” Taehyung turned to look at her, seeing the way she gazed at him. It wasn’t admiration. That was the way people on the street looked at him when they walked by, the way those at the lab looked at him. Those looks reduced him to nothing more than an object. No, YN looked at him with pure unadulterated adoration and that left him feeling like a god. Taehyung leaned closer, “If I have a soul, what does it mean?”
She seemed to ponder on this for a while before simply shrugging, “It means nothing and everything.” Taehyung had an inkling of what she meant, “Does it mean I get to be with you?” YN laughed, “It means we get to be together. In this lifetime and beyond. Nothing can break us. Not even death.”
