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BTS Kim Taehyung X Reader |The Woman At The Bar| Oneshot
BTS Kim Taehyung x reader |The Woman At the Bar| Oneshot
pairing: office worker! taehyung x mysterious woman! fem reader
genre: mystery au | explores dark themes | supernatural au
author’s note: the build up is a bit slow partially because it’s my first time writing a fanfic but trust me the the story is quite the treat. just stay tuned in till the end :)
disclaimer:
the following story contains content that explores sensitive and mature themes that may not be suitable for the audience.
hence, viewers discretion is advised
trigger warning: mentions of depression, abetment of suicide.
5 June 2024, Friday
Gigophone Headquarters, Seoul.
8:15 p.m.
Taehyung’s pov
“Jin hyung, want to go out for drinks today?” I plead as hyung just looks at me cryptically and declines by shaking his head sideways.
why? i need someone to accompany me while i have my daily dose of liquor and i choose you today, jin hyung.
“Please brother, the drinks are on me this time.” i insist, yet again, receiving a devastating sigh from him as i anticipate a no.
“Okay but only this one time” Jin hyung says coldly, this was to my surprise
I smile at him and nod my head
As we’re walking towards the bar, which is located in the same vicinity as our office so we didn’t have to walk much, I feel a tap on my shoulders.
I turn to look around but I spot no one.
“what happened Taehyung? is there something on your shoulder?” Jin hyung asks concerned
“No-no hyung. I just felt something on my back probably a twig?” i dismiss the sensation i felt on my shoulder.
time skip.
In the Bar:
8:40 p.m.
Author’s p.o.v.
“ Our boss is such an A-hole, that bastard has kept my promotion on hold since the last two years. “
taehyung groans in frustration as jin just sighs as he pushes back his spectacles upwards to correct its position on his nose bridge.
“he still favours you a lot as two years ago” jin says ominously. if taehyung wasn’t aware about jin’s professionalism, he would have thought that jin sounds salty but that isn’t the case.
“i know i know but he thinks i don’t deserve the raise until i prove my competency again” taehyung rolls his eyes as he blurts this out, half wasted.
taehyung loosens his tie as he feels the warmth due to the drink creeping up
Seokjin can hold his alcohol well but cannot hold his pee. he excuses himself to use the washroom.
Suddenly, while Taehyung is immersing himself with the club’s ambience and his bitter drink, a woman enters the bar.
the woman is dressed in complete black. her black satin dress hugging her curves, her medium length silky hair reaching her mid-back with red streaks at the end, wearing two inch pointed YSL heels and carrying a black bag that slung around her shoulders. she is the embodiment of beauty.
she walks over to where the taehyung is sitting.
“Good Day Sir, May I have one glass of vodka topped with soda?” the woman in black asks
the waiter mesmerized by her charisma responds, “Sure madam, drinks are on the table today”, she smiles at this statement.
taehyung’s pov
‘what a seductress.’ i think as i feel myself growing hot because of this new presence in this club.
the woman takes her drink and then places herself on the seat right next to mine.
i can see her up close, her features are remarkable but she feels somewhat familiar . have i seen her somewhere? is she perhaps a model?
I’m pulled out of my train of thoughts when she snaps her fingers at me, grabbing my attention.
“Hi, I’m-“ loud music overrides her statement so i never get to know my name and to not sound aloof i don’t ask for her name again either.
“Taehyung.” i say, “What is a pretty girl like you doing in this cheap bar?” I ask curiously. by the looks of her attire, she looks like she lives a lavish life.
“Just reclaiming what’s mine” she says in a weird tone. ah whatever, i’m too drunk to decipher the underlying message of her statement.
her hand slowly starts to travel up my right thigh, whew that is hot but too fast too.
“ma’am, i’m not that easy” i state coquettishly as i remove her hand from my thigh and place a gentle peck on the back of it.
“oh really?” she says smirking a little
she then sips her drink, leaving a red lipstick stain on the glass and offers me to drink from it
i look at her lips. she has some kind of charm to her, she is so fucking pretty.
beep. beep.
my phone rings,
a notification pops up
“when are you returning home?”
the text displays
i grunt in annoyance
“half an hour” i text back dryly.
i keep my phone to the side again, i better go get jin hyung so that we can leave for home.
the pretty lady catches my eye again as she offers her drink to me, once again.
i politely decline. “no thank you madam.” i say. even when you’re 29, stranger danger still exists.
a slight frown forms on her face as she persists for me to have a sip.
I feel annoyed so I get up, bow to her and leave to find Jin hyung. he must be in the washroom.
I enter the men’s washroom. I knock on the door in which Jin hyung is but he asks for five more minutes.
Just as he says that, I feel the door knob click before me as I sense another person entering the bathroom stall as well.
The lady at the bar has invaded the men’s washroom.
I’m too drunk. this has to be it. otherwise, why would a woman enter into our territory?
“Taehyung-ah” she calls out my name
oh shit. she is inside the men’s washroom. i feel scared, doldrum and fear creeping in, never in a lifetime has anyone made me as uncomfortable as her.
my safety is compromised.
I compel for Jin hyung to get out as quickly as possible amidst ignoring her reprimands for not responding to her well.
He gets out, he sees the woman inside, he washes his face, to get a clear view of her, he looks shocked as he contemplates her existence in the washroom.
He grabs my hand and rushes out of the washroom, going over to pay the bill for our drinks.
My head starts throbbing a lot.
Suddenly, the woman screams at the top of her lungs. “Taehyung” that’s all she says.
my headache grows worse
she jumps onto me and starts attacking me by clinging to me.
I scream back in protest, trying to defend myself.
Everyone else in the club except for Jin hyung because he has gone over to pay our liquor dues gathers around us
Seeing the lady ferociously attached to me like a beast, they try to remove her grasp over mine.
They succeed so in doing that, her nails engraved marks onto my skin.
What a crazy woman
“Who are you miss? why are you troubling this fine gentleman? you know you could be locked up for physical harassment?” one of the people from the crowd asks her.
“I AM HIS WIFE” she shouts at the man
a brick hit my head, is this gaslighting or no way…is she my wife??
my head hurts a lot
the woman comes closer to me, “I’M YOUR WIFE TAEHYUNG, YOUR WIFE, YOU LOVE ME AND YOU ALWAYS WILL LOVE ME. EVEN DEATH CANNOT DO US PART” she says.
My wife…?? Why do I have no recollection of her then? who is she really?
so many unanswered questions flash my mind, why can i not remember what happened two years ago.
what? why did i suddenly think of what happened two years ago.
Suddenly i feel a broad, well built chest hugging me, i look up at his tears stained cheeks.
Jin hyung is weeping sorrowfully but why?
“your wife is dead, Taehyung, Y/N is dead”
too much to decipher, i fade into unconsciousness.
Author’s POV
flashback
5th July 2022
“Happy birthday sweetie, daddy loves you so much”, Taehyung says that to his five years old daughter
“Thank you so much Appa”, His daughter says smilingly.
His daughter then looks at him and smiles sadly, “Daddy, mommy made me a cake”
Taehyung listens to her surprised
“A cake? your mommy baked you a cake? aww that’s so nice of her” He says praising you.
“But she added salt instead of sugar” Minjee sighs as she says that.
“Sure it wasn’t intentional sweetie, mommy loves you a lot!” Taehyung says while he internally is aware of the truth.
“Mommy loves me? I’m sure she wants me dead” a frown forms on her face as she states this into nothingness, she quickly plasters her face with a giggle to not make the ambience of the house depressing.
Taehyung hugs his daughter, she is so mature for her age, he feels angry at you for not controlling your sentiments towards your own blood.
“How do you know that honey, every mother loves her child” taehyung tries to convince his daughter but his attempts go futile,
“She’s been bathing me with rubber gloves on, the thought of touching me with her bare hands repulses her”, minjee says with pools of tears in her eyes.
Taehyung tries to change the topic by bringing up the fact that Minjee’s grandfather, your father who is also the chairman of the company he’s working for, has nominated him for a promotion.
“That is so cool daddy, I’m so proud of you” Minjee says as she pecks his cheeks afterwards to congratulate his victory, he smiles and looks at her endearingly.
He goes into his shared room with you, his wife, who has been diagnosed with post partum depression due to the twin you miscarried while having Minjee.
“WHAT KIND OF SICK MOTHER ARE YOU?” taehyung screams at you
you say nothing
“Answer me Y/N” he says strictly, “YOU COULDNT EVEN MAKE HER A NORMAL CAKE, YOU WASH HER USING A GLOVE? HOW THE FUCK DOES SOMEONE HATE THEIR OWN AKIN?” he continues raging.
“I don’t want to hate her Taehyung”, you say crying,
“She’s my own, how can I hate her but whenever I go near her, I feel disgusted with myself and her, for some reason, i just cannot shake this feeling and this is causing a wreak havoc in my life!”, you continue,
“I’m a terrible mother, I’m not even a mother for how I feel towards my own child, I’m a moster!” you exclaim.
“THEN FUCKING CHANGE YOURSELF” he shouts at you.
“the therapy is not working, i just hate her so much. sometimes i wish for her death” you scream
taehyung feels something switch within himself, he simply grabs your shoulders, set up a noose using his belt, “you die, not her” he says without thinking and then leaves the room going to meet his daughter.
After some time, silence is all he hears in this house but then suddenly the door bell rings, revealing his father in law who also happens to be his boss.
“How are you taehyung, happy birthday to my little princess”, your father takes out a large trunk filled with toys for his beloved granddaughter.
Minjee hugs her grandfather and peppers his cheeks with little kisses as a sign of affection.
“Okay now let me go meet my daughter, Taehyung, son, please call her”
Taehyung complies as he opens the door.
he falls on his knees to his horror, as he sees you hanging from the fan with the same noose he tied for her.
He feels his heart and his head throbbing, realising he has a heart attack, he falls down.
He hears footsteps coming inside, he then grasps faint shouting from your father.
…flashback ends
5th july 2024, 9:40 p.m.
Taehyung regains his consciousness with fleeting memories from the past.
He has had another heart attack due to the sudden whiplash of events from the past.
“TAEHYUNG” jin calls out to him as taehyung slowly opens his eyes, his heart rate returning to normalcy
he hears another cry, “Appa” from his daughter whom he started to ignore ever since that incident, he got into anti depressants and memory suppressants which repressed a part of his hippocampus’s ability to remember heart wrenching moments.
he has forgotten about the existence of his little family due to the medication and the deep state of trauma but his daughter did not deserve this.
He immediately hugs his daughter and apologises to her for putting her through so much bullshit, she hugs him back. (she will need a lot of therapy when she grows up god)
“Taehyung, you had been in coma ever since the incident at the bar” Jin says worried.
“Hyung, was Y/N really there? you saw her didn’t you? Hyung please answer, she’s alive right?” Taehyung says with glint of hope in his eyes, hoping his lover is alive and well.
Jin looks down at his feet, “you’ve been suffering from visual and auditory ever since the…everything happened in the club was in your imagination that’s why i wasn’t willing to accompany you that day because you imagine her especially on that day, the same thing happened last year but not as severe as you going bonkers and then landing up in a coma” he says sadly.
Taehyung feels upset evidently, he apologises to Jin hyung and then his daughter, “I promise I will provide you with everything you want, I will compensate you for all the emotional damage by diligently going to therapy and actually trying to heal and move on”, he trails
“as for her, I haven’t processed her death yet so I will unfold myself slowly during the therapy session and hoping I could also reconcile with my father in law but i don’t think that would be possible anytime soon” he says maturely and then faints
3 years later.
Taehyung is sitting on a crimson coloured sofa in the confines of his therapist’s office whose name he keeps on forgetting as she sits in her white blouse, black pencil skirt in front of him, holding a notepad in her hand with a pencil stuck to her hair as a hair pin, scribbling down his condition and symptoms. She has administered him with a large dose of anti depressants to deal with his post grief depressive syndrome which has resulted in the suppression of few parts of his memories while this does not disrupt his daily life routine but surely does provide minor inconvenience such as forgetting trivial details. although the medication and counselling sessions have thoroughly helped him gain clarity over his past and how to deal with the trauma he has been through to be able to nurture and nurse his daughter better but still he is a lot of therapy sessions behind to reach the state of invigoration.
The therapy session begins:
“ so the medications are working, sir? “, the therapist asks.
“yes ma’am, I have reconciled with my father in law while I now prove myself to be worthy enough of that promotion, madam.”, Taehyung replies, delivering the happy news that she acknowledges with a cryptic nod.
“I think we’re ready to unpack now.” she says, expecting him to speak about the most crucial part of his past, you.
Taehyung breathes in to relax before saying, “about her? well i think i’m ready as well to face my inner demons, to face her.”
the therapist puts her notepad down on the table and sighs. Taehyung looks at her expectantly.
Therapist: we’ll go over that in our next session, till then, take care mister taehyung.
Taehyung nods his head in agreement to her statement, smiles at her, “Thank you so much for your help till this moment, miss..” ah there he goes forgetting her name yet again.
“Ah you seem to have forgotten my name mister kim”, the therapist smirks to which taehyung just shoots a boxy smile and says, “sorry madam.”
The next statement of hers, rubs that smile off his face and sends chills down his spine as she says her name.
“Y/N”.
the end
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Friday:
"Well the good news is that I know most of the answers to these questions about you," you mumble, flicking through the pages of research you've done, to prepare on what to expect from your upcoming interview, "bad news is, you have to learn all this about me in two weeks."
He snatches the papers out of your hands and flicks through the questions. "You know all the answers to these?" He asks incredulously, shifting in his seat.
"Unfortunately, yes." You glance out of the train window, watching the scenery fly past you, feeling an odd sense of calm as you journey to your parents, preparing to lie to them. Your throat tightens at the thought.
“Ok,” he interrupts your increasingly chaotic thoughts, “answer this one, ‘does your spouse have any tattoos?’”
“Yes, I'm pretty sure you do.”
He looks at you incredulously, “Pretty sure?”
Nodding, you continue, “You had a call from a studio a while back, wanting you to confirm your appointment. Naturally, I looked it up and they specialise in tattoo removal, but you asked me to cancel the appointment. Therefore, I'm pretty sure you've still got it.”
He stares at you blankly before leaning back in his seat, smirking, “Ok then, miss know-it-all, what's the tattoo of?”
“I'm guessing some kind of reptile, like a frog.”
His body tenses and the smug look on his face vanishes, confirming you're right and that only irritates him, judging by the hard stare he throws your way.
“How would you even know that?”
You hesitate, knowing he won't want to hear it and it will only make him more annoyed. “Judging by the quote you received about the removal it's something small and in their correspondence they mentioned green being the hardest colour to remove.” You pause, unsure whether to carry on but his pointedly arched brow indicates that he won't drop this. “Two years ago, I was helping you arrange your grandmother's funeral and you wanted an arrangement of flowers in the shape of a frog, insisting they were her favourite. I put two and two together and assumed you'd got it on her behalf.”
Glancing over at him, his brows knit together pained and you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, sensing you’d overstepped the mark of his personal boundaries. He avoids your eyes and focuses back on the sheets of questions, clearing his throat.
"We need to figure out the answers to these ones." You point at a set on one of the pages, attempting to have a swift change of subject and he nods scanning through them.
"What do you like the most about him/her?" he reads aloud.
You scoff and mumble, "when he's silent and very far away," completely ignoring the deadpan look he gives you.
"When was your wife's last menstrual period?" he gasps with a grimace. "Is that really something a husband would know?"
You can't help the laugh that escapes. "Yes, probably."
"When did you last have intimate relations?" he almost squeaks. You notice with amusement the subtle pink shade his cheeks have turned.
"Might be better to say something outlandish to Mr Jung, like, 'in the elevator on our way up here.'"
His mouth pops open as he stares at your face, recognising how serious you are. "Don't be absurd."
You shrug, "just a suggestion." As you turn away and gaze out, yet again, at the familiar scenery from the window, a sense of home and dread fill you at once. You missed your family, of course but you didn't miss this small town and you were certainly not excited about lying to them all weekend but you expel that from your mind and focus on one stressful task at a time.
Soon enough you are at the station, a heavy rock in your stomach weighing you down and making your feet slow and sluggish as you gather your belongings and exit the train.
"So, this is where you grew up?" Mr. Kim asks, looking at the shops and townsfolk with a slight grimace. He climbs into the cab waiting to take you on the short journey to your parents house, all the while looking out the window, he adds, "looks like hell on earth."
You ignore his remark, fixated on the buildings as they race past, memories bombarding you like an intruder you can't escape. Your mind stays trapped, witnessing every replay of details you've pushed aside for the last three years, most of them involving one person in particular and you hope to god you don’t run into him…
"Is this the right place?" Mr Kim nudges your side, snapping you out of it and bringing you back to the present. Your gaze focuses on the three story house staring back at you, with the porch swing out the front and fresh homemade lemonade already placed on the table on the porch. Your family home.
"Yep, come on." Sliding out, you pay the cab driver.
It's all too quiet as you pull your suitcases along the pathway, your eyes darting around for any signs of your parents. You focus on calming your thumping heart to a normal speed, preparing yourself to lie to the faces of the people you care about the most.
"You're here!"
You look up at your mother’s squeal, as she runs out to greet you before being pulled into her tight embrace. Relaxing instantly into the soft comfort of her frame and the scent of her perfume welcoming you back and making you feel like a child again.
"I missed you so much." She whispers, giving you an extra squeeze.
"Missed you too, ma."
"Oh, well, hello there." Your mum releases you and quickly turns her attention to Mr Kim. "I am very sad that we have not met sooner…" she looks over at you, an approving smirk etched into her mouth.
"Taehyung, Kim Taehyung." he says, straight faced and shaking her hand like a formal business meeting.
You watch her face fall as she connects the dots. "As in…her boss, Mr Kim?"
He gives a curt nod, "yes, one and the same."
She gives a very false smile and nods. "Ah, I see." Turning to you, you're penetrated by the glare in her eyes and inwardly roll yours, knowing all too well that she may despise your boss more than you do. Mentally, you prepare yourself for the imminent lecture. "Please, have a seat and pour yourself a glass of lemonade, while my daughter helps me in the kitchen." she says over her shoulder as she ushers you through the porch door.
As soon as she has dragged you through the house, satisfied that she's far enough away from your guests ears, she spins on you. "What on earth is going on? You're dating your boss! Have you not learned anything being away from home? That is not the way you get ahead in your career."
That slaps you in the face like a wet fish. "Wait, ma-"
"I thought you couldn't stand him? After all the things you've told me about him. You're a smart girl, what are you thinking!?"
"Ma!" you shout, interrupting her tirade. "I'm not dating him for my career."
No, just planning on marrying him to stop him being deported in exchange for a promotion. The rock in the pit of your stomach has well and truly settled.
You take a deep breath as your mother watches you with careful eyes. "Something has just changed, I can't explain it but one moment I hated him, the next I was…" you struggle to find the right word.
Your mother's face softens, "I understand."
Confusion marres your brow at the sudden switch of her mood. "I was the same with your father, bless him. He was head over heels for me and I just wasn't interested. I was looking for someone more...exciting."
Seeing your mother get lost in her own memories makes you smile but hearing this revelation is definitely a first. You’ve lived your whole life thinking your parents were an old fashioned case of love at first sight and instant soulmates, turns out that wasn't the case.
"I was foolish, one day, he came into the store I worked in - I was there on my own and having some trouble with a couple of guys - and your dad stepped in. He punched one of them in the face and broke his nose. Let me tell you they left pretty quickly after that, and from that moment on I realised how lucky I was to have a man like your dad interested in me. He's been there for me through everything since."
You smile at the dreamy look in her eyes.
"Is that my little girl?" Your dad's voice steals your attention, as you're pulled into his warm embrace. "Let me look at you." He holds you out at arms length, studying you with a big grin plastered across his face. "Just as beautiful as always." He whispers, planting a big kiss on your cheek before giving you another squeeze.
"Ma was just telling me about the time you punched a guy in the face for her."
"I sure did, harassing your mother in such a fashion, the disrespect…he needed to be taught a lesson."
They kiss each other tenderly and you avert your eyes, ignoring the pang in your chest to have that with someone one day. Realisation dawning on you that you're marrying for no other reason than blackmail and a business transaction. Sadness and disappointment in yourself threatens to overwhelm you.
"So where's this fella of yours then?" your dad asks, his arms still pinning your mother to his side.
"Brace yourself, honey...it's her boss."
"I thought you were bringing your boyfriend?" confusion wrinkles his forehead as he looks between you and your mother.
"She did, dear." your mother replies, as she busy's herself with arranging a plate of fresh fruit.
"You brought your boss and your boyfriend?"
“For goodness sake.” she sighs, exasperated.
“One and the same, dad.” you smile fondly, realising how much you'd missed them both, your dad in particular.
He looks around bewildered for a moment, “I thought you hated your boss?”
"I do, I mean, I did." you add, swallowing nervously, nothing gets past your dad at the best of times and lying to him now feels like stabbing yourself in your own gut and twisting the knife.
"Come on, we've kept him outside on his own for long enough, stop being rude." your mother ushers you both outside, smacking you on the bottom as you go and making you laugh.
Your dad wastes no time in shaking his hand and introducing himself with his signature beaming grin, as you all sit around the table on the porch. You could see him reading everything about your boss, from his body language to his facial expressions, you almost felt pity for Mr. Kim...almost. That is, until you hear him say the words you were not yet ready or prepared to tell your parents.
Complete silence has beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck, as you glare furiously at your boss.
“I’m sorry, did I hear that correctly,” your mother asks mechanically, “the two of you are engaged?”
You swallow the lump of anxiety and panic and put on your best smile. “We were going to wait to announce it to you both,” you say, trying not to grit your teeth with fury, “but yes, we’re getting married.”
Your mum is instantly tugging you up and into an excited hug before diving onto Mr. Kim’s lap and pulling him into a deathly tight embrace. The way his eyes bulge out of his sockets with surprise has you biting your lip to hide your laugh as you enjoy the awkwardness he very clearly feels.
Your dad’s reaction, however, causes bile to rise up into your throat and leave a burning trail in its wake with his stern glare at your fiancé. He looks over at you with worried eyes and you blink away the tears that threaten beneath the surface. He places a hand on top of yours and pats it, before getting up and heading silently inside the house. The urge to throw up is almost overwhelming, as your stomach seems to sink into the ground under your feet. All the while, wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole. The child in you wants to run to him, own up and tell him the truth, while begging for his forgiveness but the adult in you knows you have to bite your tongue and stay strong, you’ve made your choice and it's too late to back out now.
Your mum is quick to follow him, quietly smiling her congratulations and disappearing, leaving the two of you alone. Your head snaps up to him. “What in the holy fuck was that?”
He shrugs. “We came here to tell your parents we’re getting married. We’ve done that, now we can leave.”
If you weren’t so furious, your mouth would have hung open in shock. “We agreed that we would be here for the weekend.”
He clenches his jaw as he looks out into the neighbourhood, “that was before I realised what type of place you grew up in. You can’t expect me to stay here in the middle of nowhere, do you even get cell service out here?” he pulls out his phone and holds it up in the air. “ I bet there isn’t a decent hotel anywhere near this tiny town, either.”
You move to the seat next to him and lower your voice, “If you want me to marry you, don’t disrespect my family. We are staying here and you’re going to shut up and deal with it, you got it?”
He stares you down for a moment before you watch the slight resolve soften his glare. “Fine.”
You relax slightly in your seat. “I know this may be impossible for you but you need to try to get my dad to like you if you want this wedding to happen smoothly.”
He scoffs, “how can I get someone to like me?”
You shrug, “I can’t help you, I’ve known you for nearly three years now and I still don’t like you and my dad is a lot harder to please than I am, believe me.”
The evening passes slowly after your dad drives down to the local bar without saying a word to either of you. Your mother makes excuses and apologies but you know him well enough to know it’s because he doesn’t approve of your decision.
Dinner goes by in a blur, you and your mother talk about the wedding, you're having to make most of it up on the spot, and pray Mr. Kim keeps quiet, so as not to say anything rude or off putting. Your mother seems to have taken a slight shine to him, goodness, knows why.
“Ok, your room is all ready for you,” your mother says, leading you up the stairs. “I’ve only tidied it a bit, I’ve tried to keep everything where you left it.”
You smile at your parents sentiment. “Where will Taehyung be sleeping?”
She laughs, “with you, of course.” she turns back to him. “I assure you, I’m not as old fashioned as my daughter seems to think.”
You cannot hide your shock as you argue, “but that was always the rule!”
“For your last boyfriend, yes, I didn’t trust his intentions and look how right I turned out to be.”
You are silenced by the pain of the memory, wading out of the dark cloud that threatens to envelope you. Forcing it aside, you are transported back a few years seeing your old room. Everything, even the posters, are just where you left it. Your mother says goodnight and closes the door behind her, leaving you two alone and in the shadow of night.
“Good grief,” his voice sounds beside you. “Lord of the Rings, really?” He asks, staring at the Fellowship of the Ring movie poster.
“They’re great movies.” you retort, rifling through your luggage for pyjamas.
“Why am I not surprised? You know, they did start off as books. Not that I expect you to have read them, they are very challenging.”
You march off into the bathroom hugging your toothbrush. “Shows what you know. I’ve read the books more times than I can count,” looking back at him heading towards the bed, you add, “and I don’t know what ideas you’ve got but you are sleeping on the floor.” The sound of the door slamming behind you, echoes in the bathroom as you collapse against it wanting nothing more than to smother him with a pillow and bury his body in the garden. How could he possibly be likeable to anyone? How could you two pull this off? You’re not sure it’s possible but you were in too far to turn back now. You had to give this all you could, whether you liked it or not.
oh.





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BTS Kim Taehyung x reader |The Woman At the Bar| Oneshot
pairing: office worker! taehyung x mysterious woman! fem reader
genre: mystery au | explores dark themes | supernatural au
author’s note: the build up is a bit slow partially because it’s my first time writing a fanfic but trust me the the story is quite the treat. just stay tuned in till the end :)
disclaimer:
the following story contains content that explores sensitive and mature themes that may not be suitable for the audience.
hence, viewers discretion is advised
trigger warning: mentions of depression, abetment of suicide.
5 June 2024, Friday
Gigophone Headquarters, Seoul.
8:15 p.m.
Taehyung’s pov
“Jin hyung, want to go out for drinks today?” I plead as hyung just looks at me cryptically and declines by shaking his head sideways.
why? i need someone to accompany me while i have my daily dose of liquor and i choose you today, jin hyung.
“Please brother, the drinks are on me this time.” i insist, yet again, receiving a devastating sigh from him as i anticipate a no.
“Okay but only this one time” Jin hyung says coldly, this was to my surprise
I smile at him and nod my head
As we’re walking towards the bar, which is located in the same vicinity as our office so we didn’t have to walk much, I feel a tap on my shoulders.
I turn to look around but I spot no one.
“what happened Taehyung? is there something on your shoulder?” Jin hyung asks concerned
“No-no hyung. I just felt something on my back probably a twig?” i dismiss the sensation i felt on my shoulder.
time skip.
In the Bar:
8:40 p.m.
Author’s p.o.v.
“ Our boss is such an A-hole, that bastard has kept my promotion on hold since the last two years. “
taehyung groans in frustration as jin just sighs as he pushes back his spectacles upwards to correct its position on his nose bridge.
“he still favours you a lot as two years ago” jin says ominously. if taehyung wasn’t aware about jin’s professionalism, he would have thought that jin sounds salty but that isn’t the case.
“i know i know but he thinks i don’t deserve the raise until i prove my competency again” taehyung rolls his eyes as he blurts this out, half wasted.
taehyung loosens his tie as he feels the warmth due to the drink creeping up
Seokjin can hold his alcohol well but cannot hold his pee. he excuses himself to use the washroom.
Suddenly, while Taehyung is immersing himself with the club’s ambience and his bitter drink, a woman enters the bar.
the woman is dressed in complete black. her black satin dress hugging her curves, her medium length silky hair reaching her mid-back with red streaks at the end, wearing two inch pointed YSL heels and carrying a black bag that slung around her shoulders. she is the embodiment of beauty.
she walks over to where the taehyung is sitting.
“Good Day Sir, May I have one glass of vodka topped with soda?” the woman in black asks
the waiter mesmerized by her charisma responds, “Sure madam, drinks are on the table today”, she smiles at this statement.
taehyung’s pov
‘what a seductress.’ i think as i feel myself growing hot because of this new presence in this club.
the woman takes her drink and then places herself on the seat right next to mine.
i can see her up close, her features are remarkable but she feels somewhat familiar . have i seen her somewhere? is she perhaps a model?
I’m pulled out of my train of thoughts when she snaps her fingers at me, grabbing my attention.
“Hi, I’m-“ loud music overrides her statement so i never get to know my name and to not sound aloof i don’t ask for her name again either.
“Taehyung.” i say, “What is a pretty girl like you doing in this cheap bar?” I ask curiously. by the looks of her attire, she looks like she lives a lavish life.
“Just reclaiming what’s mine” she says in a weird tone. ah whatever, i’m too drunk to decipher the underlying message of her statement.
her hand slowly starts to travel up my right thigh, whew that is hot but too fast too.
“ma’am, i’m not that easy” i state coquettishly as i remove her hand from my thigh and place a gentle peck on the back of it.
“oh really?” she says smirking a little
she then sips her drink, leaving a red lipstick stain on the glass and offers me to drink from it
i look at her lips. she has some kind of charm to her, she is so fucking pretty.
beep. beep.
my phone rings,
a notification pops up
“when are you returning home?”
the text displays
i grunt in annoyance
“half an hour” i text back dryly.
i keep my phone to the side again, i better go get jin hyung so that we can leave for home.
the pretty lady catches my eye again as she offers her drink to me, once again.
i politely decline. “no thank you madam.” i say. even when you’re 29, stranger danger still exists.
a slight frown forms on her face as she persists for me to have a sip.
I feel annoyed so I get up, bow to her and leave to find Jin hyung. he must be in the washroom.
I enter the men’s washroom. I knock on the door in which Jin hyung is but he asks for five more minutes.
Just as he says that, I feel the door knob click before me as I sense another person entering the bathroom stall as well.
The lady at the bar has invaded the men’s washroom.
I’m too drunk. this has to be it. otherwise, why would a woman enter into our territory?
“Taehyung-ah” she calls out my name
oh shit. she is inside the men’s washroom. i feel scared, doldrum and fear creeping in, never in a lifetime has anyone made me as uncomfortable as her.
my safety is compromised.
I compel for Jin hyung to get out as quickly as possible amidst ignoring her reprimands for not responding to her well.
He gets out, he sees the woman inside, he washes his face, to get a clear view of her, he looks shocked as he contemplates her existence in the washroom.
He grabs my hand and rushes out of the washroom, going over to pay the bill for our drinks.
My head starts throbbing a lot.
Suddenly, the woman screams at the top of her lungs. “Taehyung” that’s all she says.
my headache grows worse
she jumps onto me and starts attacking me by clinging to me.
I scream back in protest, trying to defend myself.
Everyone else in the club except for Jin hyung because he has gone over to pay our liquor dues gathers around us
Seeing the lady ferociously attached to me like a beast, they try to remove her grasp over mine.
They succeed so in doing that, her nails engraved marks onto my skin.
What a crazy woman
“Who are you miss? why are you troubling this fine gentleman? you know you could be locked up for physical harassment?” one of the people from the crowd asks her.
“I AM HIS WIFE” she shouts at the man
a brick hit my head, is this gaslighting or no way…is she my wife??
my head hurts a lot
the woman comes closer to me, “I’M YOUR WIFE TAEHYUNG, YOUR WIFE, YOU LOVE ME AND YOU ALWAYS WILL LOVE ME. EVEN DEATH CANNOT DO US PART” she says.
My wife…?? Why do I have no recollection of her then? who is she really?
so many unanswered questions flash my mind, why can i not remember what happened two years ago.
what? why did i suddenly think of what happened two years ago.
Suddenly i feel a broad, well built chest hugging me, i look up at his tears stained cheeks.
Jin hyung is weeping sorrowfully but why?
“your wife is dead, Taehyung, Y/N is dead”
too much to decipher, i fade into unconsciousness.
Author’s POV
flashback
5th July 2022
“Happy birthday sweetie, daddy loves you so much”, Taehyung says that to his five years old daughter
“Thank you so much Appa”, His daughter says smilingly.
His daughter then looks at him and smiles sadly, “Daddy, mommy made me a cake”
Taehyung listens to her surprised
“A cake? your mommy baked you a cake? aww that’s so nice of her” He says praising you.
“But she added salt instead of sugar” Minjee sighs as she says that.
“Sure it wasn’t intentional sweetie, mommy loves you a lot!” Taehyung says while he internally is aware of the truth.
“Mommy loves me? I’m sure she wants me dead” a frown forms on her face as she states this into nothingness, she quickly plasters her face with a giggle to not make the ambience of the house depressing.
Taehyung hugs his daughter, she is so mature for her age, he feels angry at you for not controlling your sentiments towards your own blood.
“How do you know that honey, every mother loves her child” taehyung tries to convince his daughter but his attempts go futile,
“She’s been bathing me with rubber gloves on, the thought of touching me with her bare hands repulses her”, minjee says with pools of tears in her eyes.
Taehyung tries to change the topic by bringing up the fact that Minjee’s grandfather, your father who is also the chairman of the company he’s working for, has nominated him for a promotion.
“That is so cool daddy, I’m so proud of you” Minjee says as she pecks his cheeks afterwards to congratulate his victory, he smiles and looks at her endearingly.
He goes into his shared room with you, his wife, who has been diagnosed with post partum depression due to the twin you miscarried while having Minjee.
“WHAT KIND OF SICK MOTHER ARE YOU?” taehyung screams at you
you say nothing
“Answer me Y/N” he says strictly, “YOU COULDNT EVEN MAKE HER A NORMAL CAKE, YOU WASH HER USING A GLOVE? HOW THE FUCK DOES SOMEONE HATE THEIR OWN AKIN?” he continues raging.
“I don’t want to hate her Taehyung”, you say crying,
“She’s my own, how can I hate her but whenever I go near her, I feel disgusted with myself and her, for some reason, i just cannot shake this feeling and this is causing a wreak havoc in my life!”, she continues,
“I’m a terrible mother, I’m not even a mother for how I feel towards my own child, I’m a moster!” you exclaim.
“THEN FUCKING CHANGE YOURSELF” he shouts at you.
“the therapy is not working, i just hate her so much. sometimes i wish for her death” you scream
taehyung feels something switch within himself, he simply grabs your shoulders, set up a noose using his belt, “you die, not her” he says without thinking and then leaves the room going to meet his daughter.
After some time, silence is all he hears in this house but then suddenly the door bell rings, revealing his father in law who also happens to be his boss.
“How are you taehyung, happy birthday to my little princess”, your father takes out a large trunk filled with toys for his beloved granddaughter.
Minjee hugs her grandfather and peppers his cheeks with little kisses as a sign of affection.
“Okay now let me go meet my daughter, Taehyung, son, please call her”
Taehyung complies as he opens the door.
he falls on his knees to his horror, as he sees you hanging from the fan with the same noose he tied for her.
He feels his heart and his head throbbing, realising he has a heart attack, he falls down.
He hears footsteps coming inside, he then grasps faint shouting from your father.
…flashback ends
5th july 2024, 9:40 p.m.
Taehyung regains his consciousness with fleeting memories from the past.
He has had another heart attack due to the sudden whiplash of events from the past.
“TAEHYUNG” jin calls out to him as taehyung slowly opens his eyes, his heart rate returning to normalcy
he hears another cry, “Appa” from his daughter whom he started to ignore ever since that incident, he got into anti depressants and memory suppressants which repressed a part of his hippocampus’s ability to remember heart wrenching moments.
he has forgotten about the existence of his little family due to the medication and the deep state of trauma but his daughter did not deserve this.
He immediately hugs his daughter and apologises to her for putting her through so much bullshit, she hugs him back. (she will need a lot of therapy when she grows up god)
“Taehyung, you had been in coma ever since the incident at the bar” Jin says worried.
“Hyung, was Y/N really there? you saw her didn’t you? Hyung please answer, she’s alive right?” Taehyung says with glint of hope in his eyes, hoping his lover is alive and well.
Jin looks down at his feet, “you’ve been suffering from visual and auditory ever since the…everything happened in the club was in your imagination that’s why i wasn’t willing to accompany you that day because you imagine her especially on that day, the same thing happened last year but not as severe as you going bonkers and then landing up in a coma” he says sadly.
Taehyung feels upset evidently, he apologises to Jin hyung and then his daughter, “I promise I will provide you with everything you want, I will compensate you for all the emotional damage by diligently going to therapy and actually trying to heal and move on”, he trails
“as for her, I haven’t processed her death yet so I will unfold myself slowly during the therapy session and hoping I could also reconcile with my father in law but i don’t think that would be possible anytime soon” i say maturely and then faint.
3 years later.
Taehyung is sitting on a crimson coloured sofa in the confines of his therapist’s office whose name he keeps on forgetting as she sits in her white blouse, black pencil skirt in front of him, holding a notepad in her hand with a pencil stuck to her hair as a hair pin, scribbling down his condition and symptoms. She has administered him with a large dose of anti depressants to deal with his post grief depressive syndrome which has resulted in the suppression of few parts of his memories while this does not disrupt his daily life routine but surely does provide minor inconvenience such as forgetting trivial details. although the medication and counselling sessions have thoroughly helped him gain clarity over his past and how to deal with the trauma he has been through to be able to nurture and nurse his daughter better but still he is a lot of therapy sessions behind to reach the state of invigoration.
The therapy session begins:
“ so the medications are working, sir? “, the therapist asks.
“yes ma’am, I have reconciled with my father in law while I now prove myself to be worthy enough of that promotion, madam.”, Taehyung replies, delivering the happy news that she acknowledges with a cryptic nod.
“I think we’re ready to unpack now.” she says, expecting him to speak about the most crucial part of his past, you.
Taehyung breathes in to relax before saying, “about her? well i think i’m ready as well to face my inner demons, to face her.”
the therapist puts her notepad down on the table and sighs. Taehyung looks at her expectantly.
Therapist: we’ll go over that in our next session, till then, take care mister taehyung.
Taehyung nods his head in agreement to her statement, smiles at her, “Thank you so much for your help till this moment, miss..” ah there he goes forgetting her name yet again.
“Ah you seem to have forgotten my name mister kim”, the therapist smirks to which taehyung just shoots a boxy smile and says, “sorry madam.”
The next statement of hers, rubs that smile off his face and sends chills down his spine as she says her name.
“Y/N”.
the end
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