Book One: Earth Chapter One: Melon Thief Bts X Reader

Book One: Earth Chapter One: Melon thief Bts X Reader

Genre: Avatar the Last Airbender! AU

Pairing: None yet

A/N- This is loosely based off of Avatar the Last Airbender. this will be my first story posted on this account so I’m sorry if its shit. (UNEDITED)

Words:  1.2k

Warnings: Slight swearing (Hella plot holes i’m sorry im a terrible writer)

i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing, but in some off chance that y’all want to read my stories, I will have a few more things posted in the next week or so... and maybe even a functional masterlist so wish me luck!

      Running and hiding. The only things you knew since the Avatar came to the swamp. Your swamp. You lived a life secluded from the rest of the world. The mass of thick vines, humid air, and green water was all you knew. You never wanted that to change; until the day he came. The Airbender named Aang. His eagerness to learn ignited something in your chest.

   Four weeks prior   

 I can't live in this godforsaken swamp for the rest of my life you thought, frustrated. Realization hit you full force. “If I don’t leave now, I'll never get the chance to”. The words left your mouth, barely a whisper.  The rest of the day, you fought an internal battle with yourself. You didn’t know what was out there, what other benders would be like. Hell, you barely knew how to read. At that moment, it donned upon you. I know nothing about the outside world.

All you could hear was the faint snores of the people around you and your ever fastening heartbeat. Bare feet slapped against the moist soil as you ran away from the only family you have.

Your head turned to look back at the fading fire behind you. “It might be a while before I see any of you again” you paused, hot tears welling up in your eyes “I love you”.

Present

    One arm swung at your side, the other holding a large melon. A thick layer of sweat manifested itself on your face. Somehow, you had made it to Gaoling without dying. On the way, you had managed to find some normal clothes, instead of the thin cloth, leaves, and bark that you had before. It was a simple outfit, a black high neck tunic top, with buttons down the middle and a pair of baggy pants. The shoes you stole found slapped against the stone of the streets as you ran away from the market.

    Why were you running? Food was scarce, and at the swamp, there was no currency system. Stealing wasn’t the only option, but it was sure as hell the easiest.

    “Stop!” The shrill voice of someone yelling out behind you. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”  You continued running but turned your head to see a very pissed off boy. Shit.  He wasn’t very tall but was gaining quickly. Your head whipped back around, just in time to see a cabbage cart. Perfect, you thought. You grabbed the side of the cabbage cart and whipped it at the boy as hard as you could. It crashed near him, only slowing him by a few mere milliseconds.

   You looked ahead, the treeline could be seen in the distance, and just a couple hundred more meters, and you were a free man.

    A large stone jutted out of the ground. It flew through the air, aimed at you. Your eyes widened at the sudden force, but it was too late. You hit the ground with a crack, as the melon rolled out of sight. Resting your throbbing head in your hands, you peered up to see the boy in question running up to you.

    Before you could move, rock surrounded your body. The boy went to pick up the stolen melon and then squatted in front of you.

“Just what did you think you were trying to pull back there?” he spat at you. You glared at him, unfazed. “I don’t know what it looked like to you, but to me, it looked like I was getting some food. Only to be interrupted by your rude ass.”

    He looked at you in disbelief. “Oh, I’m the rude ass? I’m not the one stealing from other people’s shops!”

    You knew you were in the wrong, but you weren’t in the mood to be told what to do by some earth bender you had never met. “ Yeah, you know what? You are a rude ass! Maybe you wouldn’t be if you let the starving girl get away with one melon!” You huffed out as forcefully as possible. Spittle flew as you finished your sentence. The boy opened his mouth, about to spit harsh words back at you when someone called out.

    “Jimin.” You looked away from the man in front of you to look at where the voice was coming from. A taller man was walking towards the two of you. “That's enough”.

    “But Jin, for all we know she could be Fire Nation scum...” He was cut off. Jin glared at Jimin. “Let. Her. Go. If she was Fire Nation, do you really think she would be stealing melons? And watch your mouth, there's still a war going on, and you don't know who could be listening.”

        The guy you could only assume to be Jimin looked away from the taller man in defeat. With a flick of his hand the rock that had once surrounded your body was gone. You flew to your feet and started to walk back to your original destination.

    “Wait!” Jin called out. You turned around to see him running over to you. “You said you were starving, let me make you dinner”. You smiled while Jimin’s mouth dropped.

“Sounds great”

    The three of you walked together sharing no conversation, just comfortable silence. Every once in awhile, you saw one of them glance at you from the corner of their eyes. Probably just making sure I’m not dangerous, you thought.

    The sun had started to set by the time you reached where Jin lived. It was a simple two room house, common in the Earth Kingdom. It was nice and clean, but it was homey at the same time. I’ve never lived anywhere near this nice, you sighed.

    “Sorry it’s not much, but it’s home” By the way he said home, you could tell he wasn't from here. Jin looked sadly to the ground, leaving you open mouthed. “No!” you squeaked out. The two boys looked at you, questioning looks in their eyes. “I mean, don’t apologize. This place is better than anywhere I've ever lived” you paused, “and I’m grateful for your kindness”. You thought back to all the places you’ve lived, the nicest of the lot being a cave filled with guano. You shuddered, trying to block out the memory.

    The three of you sat around the small table in the center of the room. Whatever Jin had placed in front of you smelled really good.“Wow” you said through spoonfuls, “This is really fucking good”. Jin laughed at your bluntness and muttered a thank you before continuing to eat.

    After the three of you had finished the meal, you stood up, bowed and quickly made your way to the door.

    “Wait!” you turned to see Jimin talking to you. “We don’t even know your name… The least you could do would be to tell us.”  Jin nodded in agreement and said, “Also it’s pretty late, you can stay here for the night”.

You sat back down at the table with them. “I’m (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you”.

Meant to be Yours  (TAEHYUNG X READER)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: Highschool!au

Warning: actual shit post. Musical singing shit, Heather's references, LOTS of swearing, mentions domestic abuse and self harm.

Description: What was meant to be a peaceful night of singing to yourself, quickly turned to an emotional shit fest

     You were alone. The only sound to be heard was the clacking of your shoes on the hard tile. It was long after hours, and no one was at the school. Even the creepy janitor had left at this point. Even though high school was shit, you couldn't help but feel safe in the empty hallway.Your home life wasn't very good. 

      Over the years a great divide grew between you and your parents, especially your dad. He had never done anything huge to really throw you off, but little things happened that bothered you. When you were two, he dropped you face first onto concrete. When you were seven he bound you with duct tape and left you out in the sun for an hour. When you were eleven, he screamed at you and called you a bitch. But it could have been worse.  

     School was safer than home, and being in such a giant place alone gave you a sense of peace. The hallways seemed to go on forever as you walked towards the auditorium. When everyone was gone you would lie on the stage floor and just sing as loud as you could. Those nights often ended with you curled up in a ball, trying not to fall apart. 

     Mental illness had been something you've struggled with all your life, but it really got noticeable in 7th grade. You had just moved to a new middle school. The change was hard, and the people at your new school weren't the nicest.There was only one girl that cared about your well being, your old best friend Nana. She introduced you to the world of musicals. Of course you had listened to music before, but she got you hooked, obsessed with it. It was your savior. 

     You walked down the familiar hallway, humming the tune to whatever song was playing through your earbuds. Your fingers moved with each note of the song. The auditorium doors came into view as you progressed down the hallway. 

     The clacking stopped, and you halted in front of the doors. You held your hand just over the handle, a tingle shot through your arm, as excitement collected in your chest. You placed your hand on the cool metal handle ready to pull open the door, when you heard something. A voice, it was singing?  What the hell? No one else is ever here.  You placed your ear against the door,eager to see what was being sang. “You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead. But, but but” a male voice echoed through the auditorium, making the whole experience more ethereal.  Wait, you recognized the song. It was from one of your favorite musicals. How didn't I recognize it sooner? You questioned yourself. Slowly, you pulled open the door, peeking through to see whom the voice belonged to.

      Your eyes landed on a boy. He stood on the stage pacing back and forth as he sang. You slid through the door, and sat in the back row of seats, praying he wouldn't notice you. He was mesmerizing, his light blond hair was vibrant despite the dark lighting, and when he closed his eyes to hit the high notes, it like you had taken a step into visual heaven.  I need to get closer, who is this? You snuck up a few rows, his voice getting louder every step you took. He continued singing, while you went completely unnoticed. 

     You finally got a good look at his face, and he was gorgeous. He had striking features, with a jawline that could kill. You recognized him, Kim Taehyung. He was a Junior at your school. He was also part of a small all boys choir group. Although he wasn't the leader, he often lead his team to victory at singing competitions.  Almost every girl in the school wanted to see him sing, and here you were with a private show. Holy shit am I lucky. 

     You hadn’t realized how much you had zoned out, when he began on the last few lines of the song. “Please don't leave me alone” a tear fell, almost going unnoticed, but you saw it. “You were all I could trust” he fell to his knees, “I can't do this alone.” he stood back up “Still I will if I must!” 

    There were a few moments of silence, you wanted to stay in the shadows, but you couldn't help yourself. “I wanted someone strong who could protect me”. The lyrics spilled out of your lips eloquently. Taehyung snapped his head in your direction. You could see the confusion on his face but you continued. “I let his anger fester and infect me. His solution is a lie, no one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I've created. Yeah, yeah!” You paused, glancing up at him. He had a giant grin on his face, his eyes turned into little crescent moons. You felt fire engulf your face as you continued . “Heads up JD I’m a dead girl walking. Can't hide from me I'm a dead girl walking. And there's your final bell, it's one more dance and then farewell, cheek to cheek in hell with a dead girl walking!”

      Taehyung was pleasantly surprised by your high note, for you had hit it perfectly. He found the way you scrunched up your face and closed your eyes as you sang endearing. You looked at him in anticipation, before he started to yell “Come on Westerburg, here we go here we go now!” Your eyes widened, despite his high notes, his voice was pretty deep. 

     You grinned at him, and hopped up on stage as he continued the scene. “ Veronica! Jason Dean told me you'd just committed suicide!” He exclaimed at you, waving his hands in the air in an attempt to portray the frazzled teacher. “Yeah.” you started, “Well he’s wrong about a lot of things” You smiled as the lines fell out of your mouth. “I threw together a lovely tribute, especially given the short notice”. Taehyung was an amazing actor. He hit every tone right, even though you were only speaking. 

     “Ms. Fleming, what's under the gym?” you questioned, “the boiler room” he replied while trying to hide a smile, failing miserably. “That's it” you said, turning around to walk away. Taehyung grabbed your hand and spun you around “Veronica, what’s going on” his tone meant to be serious, but he was borderline laughing. You pushed his hands away, and dramatically spun around “Got no time to talk i'm a dead girl walking!” You flipped your hair in a sassy manner, and skipped away from him. 

     The two of you started to jump around the stage while you sang the chorus. Taehyung started doing high kicks, while you attempted a cartwheel. “Hey yo Westerberg! Hey yo Westerberg! Tell me what's that sound? Here comes Westerberg Comin' to put you in the ground! Go go Westerberg! Give a great big yell! Westerberg will knock you out and send you straight to hell!” 

     You ran to the side stage and picked up a croquet mallet, then tossed Taehyung a prop gun.The two of you walked to opposite sides of the stage, backs facing each other. 

     You turned around to face (JD) Taehyung. “Step away from the bomb.”you forcefully said, while taking steps closer to him.  Taehyung laughed, “This little thing?” He turned around to face you. All traces of his previous giddiness gone. Damn Taehyung is a good actor. “I'd hardly call this a bomb. This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym.”

      He paused for dramatic effect, before stepping closer to you. “Those are bombs. People are going to see the ashes of Westerberg high school and think there's a school that self-destructed not because society didn't care,  But because that school was society. The only place Heather's and Martha's can truly get along is in Heaven!”. He swung his head and faced away from you.   

     Taehyung turned to you, and you were met with the barrel of his gun. Your acting was perhaps to good, because you noticed tears dripping down your own face, and Taehyung’s eyes were turning glassy. Ignoring the gun in your face, you gripped his collar and pulled him a little closer.“ I  wish your mom had been a little stronger. I wish she stayed around a little longer.” Full blown tears were now running down Taehyung’s face, neither of you just acting. 

     Somewhere within those few short minutes, the lyrics hit home for both of you. You removed your hands from his collar, and instead placed them gently on his cheeks. “ I wish your dad were good! I wish grown-ups understood! I wish we met before they convinced you life is war!I wish you'd come with me—”, “I wish I had more TNT!” Taehyung exclaimed, pulling himself from your grip. The action made your chest tighten up. We were just singing, I didn't mean for it to end like this. 

     Neither of you sang the final verse. You zoned out, recalling all that had happened in the past 10 minutes. The clatter of hard plastic on the floor rang throughout the room. The sudden cacophony pulled you from your trance. You looked up to see Taehyung still facing away from you, the only thing different was the prop gun now lying on the floor. You wanted to say something, to apologize, but you couldn't. Before you realized what was happening your arms were wrapped around his waist, and you were pressing your face into his back. 

      “You make a pretty good Veronica”, he said sadly, turning to look at you. You blushed taken back by the comment. You hadn't realized just how close the two of you were until just now. “I would say you make a great JD, but I don't really want to see you end up dead”. He let out a shaky laugh, but it was genuine. 

     The backs of his hands met his eyes, as he wiped away the salty tears that had just graced his features. “I’m sorry we had to meet this way. I’m Kim Taehyung by the way, It’s nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. “It’s nice to meet you too Kim Taehyung, I’m (Y/n) (L/n)”. You let go of his hand, before wiping away the streaks that were drying on your face.

    “So (Y/n), why are you here after school, watching me sing”. He said, laying back on the wooden stage. “I could ask you the same thing. I’ve been coming here every night since the beginning of the semester.” you stopped, looking up at him for an answer. “I love my parents,  but each day’s another fight. If I stopped smoking pot then everything might be alright”  he admitted, before looking at the floor in defeat. He could feel another round of tears coming on when something stopped him. You were laughing? “You’re quoting Dear Evan Hansen right?” you blurted, before letting out a few awkward giggles, realizing he wasn't laughing with you. “Oh shit i’m sorry, it's just you basically quoted one of my favorite songs..” you paused. You wrung your hands, and rubbed at your knuckles. A nervous habit you had formed over the years. You felt tears sting at the back of your eyes, an indicator that they were about to fall.“Taehyung I’m so-” you were cut off by one of his arms wrapping around your waist, the other pushing your head into his chest.       

     The tears that had started to form in your eyes dried up, as Taehyung was just letting his fall. You could feel a tear drop onto your collar bone before he started shaking. The poor boy was falling apart around you. You moved your arms from underneath his and wrapped them around his neck. Who hurt you was all you could think, who hurt this boy so bad that he is now falling apart in my arms. Me, a stranger, someone he just met. What happened so that only a song could get him so upset.     

     The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for what felt like forever. You could feel and hear how fast Taehyung’s heart was beating. Slowly the quiet sobs that had been escaping his trembling lips came to a stop. He pulled away. You frowned at the lack of contact. “Taehyung-” you took in a deep breath. Your mind was racing a million miles a minute and you didn't know what to do. Comforting people wasn't exactly your forte.     

      “Please can you tell me what’s wrong” you put your hand on his shoulder. You glanced up at his face. It was still puffy from his crying. Taehyung took a deep breath before speaking.   

      “I’m just having a really hard time right now…” he paused, as if he were going to say something else, but it never came. “Taehyung, I know that’s not the whole story. Please, I know i'm not the most ideal person to be talking to, but I think telling someone could be beneficial”. You croaked out. You pulled your arm away and crossed them. Taehyung sighed, he knew you weren't going to let this go.     

      Taehyung reached for the edge of his sweater, simultaneously pulling of the black hoodie and the grey undershirt. You stood there unfazed, although pleasantly surprised with his statuesque figure. Taehyung expected for you to be a blushing stuttering mess, but you just stood there .      

     You let your eyes rake over his figure, but something stopped you. Your eyes focused on a pattern of deep bruises, and crusted over lacerations. All of them seemed fairly recent, but you didn't see any scars so this had to be a new occurrence. You stepped forward, and held out your hand. Your fingertips ghosted over one of the bruises on his ribs, but pulled back when Taehyung flinched. “Who did this”, those three words came out harsher than you intended, but they came out nonetheless.  

     Taehyung sighed and raked his fingers through his honey golden hair. “It’s my dad…” he stopped and collected himself “He get’s drunk a lot, and there's nothing I can really do”. You looked at him with sympathy. “It used to just be verbal, but he’s started to get physical. I saw him about to slap my younger sister so i pushed him. Since then I've kinda been his punching bag” He took a deep breath in, and prepared himself for the words you were about to spill.  “There has to be someone you can tell right? I mean, at least alert child services!” you voiced out to him. Taehyung looked at you, sadness filled his eyes. “You are actually the first person I’ve ever told. I don't really have anyone else to tell. My mom passed away a while back, and my dad is our only source of income. If he was taken away, then I would have no source of income. I have a younger sister, he’s in your grade actually… I couldn't risk having her teenage years being squandered by foster cares, or orphanages.”     

      Some time in the allotment that Taehyung was speaking, your jaw had dropped. You couldn't believe it. “Taehyung, I understand the want and need to protect your younger sister, but this… this isn't healthy!” you ranted. A warm feeling started to bubble up in your stomach. It wasn't love, or excitement, but fear and anger. Your fingertips ran through your hair before tugging on it harshly. You knew all too well what it was like to live in an abusive household. “Taehyung, I can’t let you do this to yourself. Even if you hate me, I have to tell someone!” you barked out at him. Your hands retreated from your hair before curling up into fists. You dug your fingernails hard into the soft flesh of your palm. You felt a trickle of blood run down your hand, a sign that your fingernails had broken the skin.         

     Taehyung felt anxiety bloom in his chest. That anxiety quickly turned to anger. “Yeah, well what about you! You always wear long sleeves despite the weather, and never once have you worn something longer than pants!” He hissed at you, he had already put his hoodie back on and was advancing towards you.      

     “Who are you to judge my fashion choices” you quipped back at him. But you knew he was right. Your fashion choices were chosen solely around the ugly scars that graced your skin. You backed away from him.You wanted your face to demonstrate anger, but all it could muster was fear. Taehyung didn't seem to notice, because he kept stepping towards you.     

     “I bet, you have just as many bruises as I do, if not more! I bet your parents don’t even love you, you are just a burden and a waste of money!” he gestured his arms angrily in the air. You took a deep breath, and took a step towards the seething boy. “No, I don’t. My parents are dysfunctional, but they love me. Why are you getting so defensive I just want to help you!” the words slipped from your mouth harshly, but there was no falter, as if you hadn't been a stuttering mess just moments before. He scoffed and turned away from you, obviously still seething.      

      You sighed, before pulling at the hem of your shirt. You lifted it above your head and tossed it to the floor. “Taehyung” you said angrily. He turned around to look at you. His eyes met yours before drifting downwards. His eyes widened and jaw dropped. He couldn't stop looking at your ribs and stomach. Two large hypertrophic scars curved up your stomach, ending right at your sternum. He looked away from the larger scars to a few white scars that ran horizontally against your ribs. They were obviously self inflicted. 

     Taehyung’s eyes moved away from your rib cage, to your arms. Deep pinks scars ran up your arms. They were erratic, and unorganized. They obviously weren't placed there purposely. He couldn't say anything, he just stared.  You started to move towards where you had tossed your shirt, before sliding it back on.

      “Are you fucking happy now? Are you happy to know, that if I did one thing wrong I would be whipped with a belt, or with a power cord? Is it satisfying for you to know that I will never again feel normal or beautiful because I was in a fatal car crash that left me disfigured and ugly?” you snapped at the boy in front of you. He just looked at you, the anger he had previously felt, quickly simmering into guilt.

      You turned around and rushed out of the auditorium. The night had turned sour fast. What was supposed to be a peaceful night away from hell, had turned into a stressful, anxiety provoking shit fest.

      “(Y/n)!” you heard a voice call from the auditorium. “(Y/n), wait! I’m sorry! What I said was stupid, just please come back!” despite the pleas from behind you, you kept moving.  

     Taehyung watched as you turned a corner down the hallway. “(Y/n), please come back. I'm sorry” this time the words left his mouth barely a whisper. 

     Taehyung arrived at school the next day hoping he would see you in the hallway. He had to find you. He needed to apologize, or do whatever necessary to win your acceptance.  One of Taehyung’s friends walked down the hallway, the same hallway you had left him in last night. 

     “Taehyung, what's up!” a voice called out from behind him. He turned to see one his friend running towards him. “Oh, hey Jimin hyung” Taehyung tried to procure a smile that wouldn't allude to that anything was wrong. Lucky Jimin was oblivious to the pain his friend was feeling. 

     “Yo man, we missed you at Jin’s house last night… You never miss movie night”. Taehyung just shrugged and dealt out a half assed excuse that Jimin seemed to buy. 

     Taehyung progressed through the day but he didn't see you once. Neither of you had classes together, but he at least usually saw you in the hallway. Before he knew it, the final bell was ringing signaling him it was time to leave. Just as he was walking out he saw the second best person he could hope to see.

     You laid curled up in a ball under the covers. You haven't moved from this position since the night before. Earlier that morning your parents came up to get you to go to school. They screamed at you, telling you that if you didn't get up you were a failure and a disgrace, but you didn't budge.  

     Hours past before buzzing erupted throughout the room. You stuck out your hand and felt around for the small rectangle device, before grasping onto it. You brought it in front of your face to see who was calling. It was a number you didn't recognize, but you answered it nevertheless. 

     “Hello?” you croaked out, your voice faltering from the lack of speaking all day long. “Y/n? Holy shit I’m really sorry about what happened yesterday. I was upset and I didn't mean it and-” you cut the voice off. “Taehyung, how did you get my number?” you asked, already feeling annoyance bubble up in your stomach. “Oh, uh Nana gave it to me”. ‘God fucking damn it Nana’ you thought, but you were too tired to be angry at your best friend.

     There were a few moments of silence before Taehyung began to speak again. “Also I’m kinda outside your house so if you could let me in that would be great.” What! If you had been drinking anything, if would have flown out your nose and mouth, but instead you were just coughing and sputtering like a fish out of water. You hung up on Taehyung and ran to the front door. 

     You opened the door to see Taehyung standing with a plastic bag filled with junk food. “Dude, you can’t be here, how did you even get my address?” you questioned. He gave you a boxy smile before answering “Nana is an amazing resource”.  You gripped the bridge of your nose with an excruciating grip. “And you are here for what purpose exactly?” you sighed, secretly hoping that he would be there to stay. “To cheer you up of course!” 

     Taehyung smiled at you again as you stepped away from the door, allowing him in. His personality had taken a complete 180 from when you had last talked. Last night he was a brooding, angst teen, but now he was a happy go lucky boy. 

     Taehyung immediately ran to the kitchen, before putting the assortment of snacks on the counter. “I wasn’t sure what snacks you liked the best, soooo I got all of them”. You couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. He just seemed so... genuine. “Thank you Taehyung” you said, you couldn't help but smile.

     The day had progressed and the two of you fell in and out of deep conversations, laughing at your favorite songs, and talking about your favorite tv shows. 

     You glanced down at your phone. 6:35. “Oh shit!” you yelled “Taehyung you gotta leave, my parents will be home any minute now” he glanced up at you and gave you a knowing look before gathering all of the garbage. 

     You heard the front door rattling, and you started to panic. “Okay, lets go to the back door”. You lead him to the other exit and once you opened the door, he refused to move. Taehyung looked at you with worry. “If they ever hurt you, in any way, please just leave and come get me. I will always be here for you”. You smiled and your eyes started to tear up. 

     You began to utter out a thanks but he cut you off. He pressed his lips gently against yours before cupping your face. “See you later Veronica” he smiled and waved running out into your backyard. You smiled, a giddy feeling bubbling up in your chest.A feeling you haven't experienced in forever. 

     Bye JD

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