“There’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.”
✓Pair: Taehyung x Reader |Punk!AU&College!AU
✓ Filed under: fluff, angst, smut, very intense philosophical talks about love
✓Words:21,175
Author’s Note: It might have been my pms but I really felt Things reading this story all over. It’s been almost a year since I posted it on my old persona, and honestly I’m proud to say this might be one of my best works :,) hope you all enjoy it ― as always, feedback is always welcome.
You never truly believed in love at first sight ― there was no reason to. The very idea seemed far too preposterous to be taken seriously, too ludicrous to exist outside of dreamy movies or forgotten fairy tales. How could two strangers cultivate such deep, mesmerizing emotion in the mere seconds they held a glance? How was it possible for them to simply know of their fate in the short amount of time they encountered each other? ― no: there were no soulmates, no predestined encounters. At least not for you. For you, there was only the faint ghost of a broken heart, the haunting of crumbled expectations, and the strong, determined promise to never fool yourself into another failed attempt at romance.
When you first saw him, however, you felt like the cosmos had morphed into static.
![Alberto Burri (Italian, 1915-1995), Rosso plastica [plastic red], 1963. Plastic, acrylic and combus](https://64.media.tumblr.com/6422f6de5f9fe0ca4440cf5cab780c97/ec8c9f73c8f11015-1f/s1280x1920/bde06fc6e6e18957feb03322413e7163183f1529.jpg "Alberto Burri (Italian, 1915-1995), Rosso plastica [plastic red], 1963. Plastic, acrylic and combus")
