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Billboard Awards Bts “Fake Love”

So. You know I’m just sitting in front of my T.V waiting for Bts to perform to big deal.

Now. I haven’t listened to “Fake love” when it first dropped (for whatever the reason why-heavens only knows.) so this is a first reaction on the song.

Now I was expecting, and I was also not expecting.

But let me tell you

Let me tell you something right here.

My ass was left breathless in my chair.

Only these words and gifs ( and a few emojis) can truly describe how I felt during this whole performance.

OMG 😲

OMG!! 😵

BITCH THEY LOOK GOOD!!

JUNGKOOK 👏🏼BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII👏🏼, JIMIN STOP SUGA YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED JHOPE GOOD LORD, JIN OMG, RM CAN YOU PLEASE V JUST- YOUR JUST SO- OMG

THIS IS THE COMBACK I NEEDED, THIS IS WHAT MY SOUL NEEDED. THIS IS THE DARK TRAGIC FILLED MASTERPIECE I LIVED FOR.

Now don’t get me wrong. I loved “Love yourself Her” and DNA, an all the cute bright concepts of the album .

But this is what I was waiting for.

And I was not disappointed.

Yall im happy and I’m proud and tried so I’m leaving with my soul at peace an my mind cleared.

GoodNight 🌃

#bts #billboard awards 2018 #fake love #bts comeback #shook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungguk #bts!!

Spring Day

> Word Count : 1484

> The ending is good I promise :( I appreciate feedback!

> All Taehyung can do is walk. Walk farther and farther down this wintry track.

! Warning : mention of depression and suicide

♦︎ Taehyung x reader

Icy snow crunched underneath his shoes as he walked and walked down the soft pathway. His sweater was a bright contrast to the snow — brilliant blue against sparkling white. Puffs of hot air escaped his reddened lips as he trekked down the snow-blanketed railway.

“ It’s so hard, hyung.” Jungkook said through his tears. It was a peculiar, backwards sight for Taehyung to see. Jungkook had never cried so openly in front of Taehyung before, and he felt ten times closer to the younger boy as he rubbed his eyes.

Nevertheless, Taehyung allowed a sad smile to stretch across his face, and pulled his best friend into a tight hug. Jungkook continued to sniffle into his jacket, before reluctantly pulling away.

Clumps of snow gathered at the toes of his shoes, dragging in the cold flakes. Sounds, faces, voices, people, swirled around his brain in a dizzying array of memories. Taehyung nearly lost his balance as more snow gathered around his feet. Small flakes continued floating down, sprinkling his beanie and fringe with damp water. He didn’t stop walking.

“ We’re all gonna miss you Tae... This will be good for you though!” Jimin finished, trying to maintain a smile for Taehyung. Taehyung appreciated Jimin’s attempt at positivity - at least he had tried to be strong for all of them.

A hand clamped lightly on Taehyung’s shoulder, and he turned around to face Namjoon. “ Please get better there Taehyung. I know you can do this.”

He murmured, his voice low so not to alert their friends. “ You are strong.”

Taehyung nodded, grasping Namjoon’s hand.

Strong. Taehyung mentally scoffed, and would have physically shown his disbelief if his body would function properly. It seemed all he knew how to do was to walk, feet bringing him forward in sluggish, slow steps. Taehyung wished he could believe his friend’s words. He didn’t believe them then, and wouldn’t now. His brain reeled through strings of memories, projecting them into the white landscape before him.

Seokjin wrapped Taehyung into a very, very, tight hug and threaded his fingers through his hair. “ Taehyung, we love you so, so much. Please come back to us happy. Take care of yourself.”

Taehyung felt a light, heartfelt kiss delivered on the crown of his head, and allowed himself to fist his friends jacket into his palm. He squeezed his eyes shut hard, and let go.

Finally, Taehyung reached the little cement platform, a makeshift checkpoint to him. However, his feet ignored the the concrete steps, and veered towards the wooden, snow-clad planks centered in the middle of the clearing. The snow was fresh here : soft, muted thumps replaced icy crunches.

Taehyung looked down at his hands, and was shocked to see his fingers nearly purple of cold. He didn’t feel cold. His gaze focused in on the silver bracelet adorning his wrist. His lips almost pulled up into a ghost of a grin.

Yoongi’s gaze was fierce as Taehyung turned to him and Hoseok. Yoongi gently grasped each side of Taehyung’s face, and forced him to look him in the eyes.

His stare was unwavering as he breathed “ If you’re having trouble, think of us. Think of me. You’re not alone in this Taehyung. You can get out of this depression. I’ll be here waiting for you to come back, yeah?” Yoongi paused, and Taehyung almost saw a glimpse of a broken, worried man. He gripped Yoongi’s sleeve, and pulled him into a small hug.

“ I love you.” His friend’s voice cracked, and Taehyung felt so, so guilty at that moment. He promised himself to try for Yoongi.

Taehyung pulled out of his grasp to look at Hoseok. A tight, closed-mouth smile stretch across Hoseok’s face. Taehyung knew right away that he was trying to put on a strong demeanor for him, and wished that he could erase the fear off of Hoseok’s face. He wished he was strong, as Namjoon had said.

Hoseok’s hand clamped around Taehyung’s wrist, and he looked up at the older in confusion. Something cold was pressed against the soft skin there, and Taehyung looked down to see a silver chain now in place on his wrist. “ I’m letting you borrow this, okay Taetae? Promise hyung you’ll bring it back.”

Hoseok looked expectantly at Taehyung, and under his gaze, he mumbled a quiet “ Okay, Hoseokie.”

For a split second, a grimace was in place for Hoseok’s strained smile after hearing Taehyung’s monotone voice. Then it was gone.

Taehyung clambered down onto his knees in the deep snow, the knees of his jeans darkening immediately from the damp cold. He barely registered the cold snow as he took in a deep breath of the freezing air, letting the cold seep deep into his lungs. His eyes traveled across the scene in front of him, taking in the lightpoles dotting the platform, a pale flicker against the indigo sky. Minuscule snowflakes cascaded to the ground in a gentle dance.

Far, far off in the distance, Taehyung could catch the faint telltale sound of a train horn.

He smiled.

Then he was placing his numb fingers against the smooth metal lining the tracks, and slowly allowed his head to pillow against the it. Taehyung looked down the never-ending line of railroad tracks, and felt a peace settle over him — a feeling he hadn’t experienced in quite a long time.

The horn sounded again, but the echo was much closer this time.

Finally.

He didn’t know his eyes had shut closed, or how long they’ve been shut, but he was suddenly wrenched from his tranquil stance by a hand gently shaking his shoulder.

“ Hello?” A blurry voice sounded close behind Taehyung, and his eyes flew open.

Head still laying against the railroad track, his eyes climbed up a knitted scarf to meet a red nose, rosy cheeks, and topaz eyes.

Taehyung blinked.

“ Hello? Sir, there’s a train coming and you really shouldn’t be just laying here on the tracks.” Their voice sounded strained, rushed. As if on cue, the metal pressed against Taehyung’s cheek began shaking, signaling what was to come in a matter of moments.

“ Get up!” She cried, and began tugging on Taehyung’s sweater in an attempt to draw him away from the tracks.

Taehyung’s brain felt like mush. He couldn’t process what she was trying to say, but she looked distressed. He blinked again.

The rumbling of the train began approaching the two much more quickly, and Taehyung wished he could open his mouth and tell the stranger to leave, to get away from the tracks before she got hurt.

Instead, strong fingers pried Taehyung away from the train tracks by force, and he felt himself being dragged ten or twelve feet backwards before wind was whooshing past him and the stranger.

He realized, after a moment of processing what had happened, that the sudden gust of wind was a train. He stared as window after window passed by him at an alarming speed — a mere three feet away from him.

Oh.

Cold fingers framed his cheeks and he found himself face to face with the rosy-cheeked stranger again.

“ O-oh my god, are you okay? What the fuck are you doing on the railroad tracks? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Her voice increased in volume as she fired off question after question. All of which Taehyung couldn’t really process fast enough to answer. Instead, he just stared, dumbfounded, as the train continued its trek in front of them; it showed no sign of slowing down any time soon either.

Oh.

His cheeks were still held in her hands and he looked up to meet her gaze.

There was a long silence after the train had passed, and the snowflakes gently settled back in place on the tracks.

The silence was broken, and her next words poured out into the thin air

“ Were.. were you purposely on the tracks to..?” She trailed off, and it was obvious that she had put two and two together.

Taehyung had processed that question, and simply nodded his head. There was no point in trying to deny his intentions. He looked down to find his hands shaking uncontrollably, and his brow furrowed in concentration. Stop. His body didn’t listen, no matter how hard he tried to stop them.

“ Oh.” Was all she breathed out.

Then hot tears were streaming down his face and Taehyung gave up on trying to suppress the weight on his lungs any longer. He was a sobbing, shaking, yelling mess in the freezing clearing, his numb fingers clinging desperately to the stranger’s winter coat while she simply held him.

She wiped his tears, no matter if they continued rushing down his cheeks, trying to soothe the broken boy.

She held him tighter, equally as terrified as he was. Equally as broken as Taehyung.

For she had come to these train tracks for the same reason he had.