sugalaritae:

lost myth of true love (kth) 1

summary:for six months you wait for him, a weekend spent together, finally able to reach the man your soul is tethered to.

• pairing:Kim Taehyung x female Reader
• au:supernatural, soulmates
• genre:angst, longing, not fluff but deep love??, sooooft smut
• warnings: lots of angst and sadness, brief mentions of sex, nipples, wet genitalia ;), cock warming, sort of hinted at creampie, taehyung just got out of the shower, descriptions and admiration of jungkook’s tattoos
• rating:18+ (there will be smut at a later date)
• word count: 1.1k
• a/n:this idea came to me like a bolt last night while i was listening to hozier (thank you to andrew hozier-byrne for the title as well) and i had to write it. i had such immense help from @augustbutwinter@miscelunaaaand@wwilloww (who also made this wonderful banner). thank you three for everything!!
  
  this is also for the absolutely wonderful, talented, helpful, and fantastic human @illneverrecover for the possumversary!! thank you possums for letting me into the dumpster. you have all helped me so immensely
  
  this is the first part of a small drabble series. i hope you enjoy it

© sugalaritae, 2022. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

There’s a knock at the door.

You can’t believe that your time is almost up.

The sinking feeling that stays in the centre of your chest slowly begins to show itself again. You had just gotten rid of it. Or so you thought.

It’s been there since you can remember, and yet you bask in that rush of coolness as the feeling slowly disappears with each kiss against your neck, shoulders, legs. Taehyung’s long fingers paint soft lines against your skin causing the feeling to slowly float further away from you, like a raft pushed not far enough onto the sand.

The raft will only be pushed back toward you by the tide, as it can never get as far as you would like it to.

You would like it gone, washed away completely, to watch it slowly float into the distance, becoming smaller and smaller with every lap of water against the rough ropes and worn-down wood.

You would like to have more time with him, unwatched, unmonitored. But Jungkook is always there, always watching. Knowing that the younger man (if you can call him that) hears everything that happens behind the door that he guards reminds you that time is fleeting. You are always being watched. Someone always waits and while they do, you watch the hand of time, who waits for no one.

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