GWAEEEEEENNNNN GIVE US MORE PLS I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE
“I thought this was all I needed in life.” you whispered into the dark, staring at the empty chair. “A job, a good sight for the future. A sense of security.” The sigh that escaped your lips was shaky, as tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You wiped them away before they could fall, no doubt smearing left over mascara over your face. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not him. You’re not the same.” you hiccuped, trying your hardest not to cry. Tears blurred your vision, the brown leather morphing with the off white of the wall. “The house is cold with you here.“
AU: Angel!Au
Genre: Angst-ish
Pairing: vague Taehyung x Reader
Wordcount: 1083
Notes for Update: Comment if you want more!
Warnings: mentioned of loosing parents, being broke etc.
A/N: hmmmmm okay i like this one, you know the drill, if you want more, comment, like, reblog ;)
Taehyung’s pov
You’d always been able to feel him, how he wasn’t sure. But there was something about the way you looked at the big leather chair he was currently perched on that made him feel like you saw every inch of him. His wings were folded behind him, cushioning him softly as he sighed. You were drawing, pencil moving along the sketchbook that was perched in your lap. He studied the way your hand moved, how your tongue peeked out between your lips as you concentrated.
Before you, Taehyung had protected many humans, but he’d never felt this much of a connection. As a guardian angel, he’d been appointed to you a few years too early, after you parents passed away and left you all alone. You’d been scared, lonely, hopeless, in everything you did. He understood, you were merely 13, not ready to face the world on your own yet, you were still a child. So he took care of you in every which way his contract allowed him.
He watched you pass from foster home to foster home for years until you turned 18. Never did you find a home, a place to be safe and happy. For a moment he thought you’d never be okay after what happened, until you started talking to him. You were a kid, with a mind full of fantasies that lived with you every step you went. One night, you’d sat crying in your room, clutching the small stuffed bunny that you took everywhere you went to your chest. You’d thanked him, for looking out for you, and he’d stared at you wide-eyed until you fell asleep.
Everyone had a guardian angel, and some believed this fact while others didn’t. And some, like you, had a stronger connection with theirs. Every night, you sat down on your bed and talked to him, about your day, the people you’d met, how you missed your parents. It started out small, but it turned bigger, and you started to treat him as a friend.
Taehyung knew it wasn’t right, he wasn’t allowed to get attached to you in any shape or form, but he did. You treated him like a human, like a friend, like he was real and worth your time.
Now, he looked at you, your skin pale and hair dry and tangled on top of your head. You hadn’t eaten yet, since your thermostat broke last week and you’d had to pay the bill to get it fixed. There wasn’t much you could do, working a small job at a restaurant and trying to juggle paying the bills while studying for your culinary degree.
“I’m hungry.” You mumbled, putting your sketch book down and moving into the kitchen. “I should buy something to eat at least. I’ll be back V.” You called, using the nickname you’d given him, as if he was going to be waiting for you. Little did you know, that he’d follow you down the street, and into the supermarket. Watching your every move to ensure your safety.
When you were waiting for the traffic light, something caught his eye, on the other side of the road. A figure, clad in black, hood pulled over his head. He noticed, the figure had no shadow, because he was a shadow. Taehyung gasped, as the figure looked up a smiled. “Yoongi.” A man he’d encountered before, a shadow, also known as death angel. As a guardian angel he was at lower in ranks than shadows, and he couldn’t interfere with them.
But he saw him, looking at you, then looking at Taehyung with dark, glimmering eyes. No, this couldn’t be, he was here for you? Taehyung looked at you, how you were staring at your phone, waiting for the light to turn green.
No, he couldn’t, it wasn’t your time yet. You weren’t supposed to die this young, nobody had notified him. He stared at you, heart racing, panic flooding his senses. Yoongi pulled an object from his pocket, he recognised it as an hourglass. He held it up between slim fingers, looking at Taehyung, before he flipped it. The seconds counting down, till your death.
Taehyung’s thought was interrupted by the stoplight turning green, and you put your phone in your pocket and moved. Towards Yoongi.
He wanted to scream, but any sound he’d make would never reach your ears. So he ran, past the car that was about to hit you in 30 seconds. He ran, sprinted, wings retracted tightly. He reached Yoongi, who tried to flee from him, escaped his grasp, but Taehyung was older, faster, stronger. His hand clasped over the shadow’s wrist, taking the hourglass from him and crushing it in his palm.
Time slowed down, and he turned around right after Yoongi disappeared into thing air. He found you in the middle of the road on your knees, a car mere inches from your body. It had stopped, right before it could hit you. You were safe, alive, but he wasn’t. He’d just breached the rules he must abide by, and he knew the punishment that would come for him.
He felt the hands on his wings, pulling him back into heaven with no mercy.
Three months, it took him three months to find his way back to you. His back ached, burned, bled for weeks after they’d stripped him of his wings. Interfering with what is faith, was one of the highest crimes that could be committed. When he'd fallen he wasn't wearing more than a thing white shirt and jeans, it was cold outside.
He found the city you lived in, the street you took to work, your building, and then your apartment. There were glimmers of his powers left in him, and he passed guardian’s and shadows everywhere, that scolded him with foul looks.
Taehyung knocked on your door, knowing he wasn’t supposed to contact you. But he did it anyways. He needed to see you, he needed to know there was someone else taking care of you. That you weren’t alone, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew you were all alone again.
The door opened, and he saw you, cheeks flushed and looking…healthier? You looked at him, for the first time in 10 years you actually looked at him, and it was the best feeling in the world. Your lips parted, and you frowned. But what you said next, made his heart sink. “Can I help you?”
