Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/8030746. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V Character: Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook Stats: Published: 2016-09-13 Updated: 2017-02-22 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2586 ****** When Death Comes Around ****** by Multi_Fan_Love Summary Death is coming and there is no way of escaping his wrath Death comes when you least expect him to, and stays as long as he pleases. He won't stop until he has your life in the palm of his hands. However if you manage to steal his heart away then it game over for ever. He will hunt you down until he is satisfied, he will search high and low for you in every life even if it takes the rest of his lifetime because he has everything to win and nothing to lose. Or so he believes... Notes This Fanfiction is posted on AFF under Yumisawanga I asked her if I could post it here and she agreed. See the end of the work for more notes This work was inspired by When_Death_Comes_Around by Yumisawanga ***** The New Beginning ***** The sounds of feet slamming against the ground resonates off the walls and down the halls. The harsh exhale and inhale of lungs that are burning with the desire of rest. The laughter that came from the man was as loud and scary as an angry lions roar. It echoed around the building and the terrified young boy. Coming to a screeching halt the boy stares at the man in horror. “What do we have here?” “No!” “I finally found you my love.” “No stop!” “There is no escape now.” “Please!” “My queen!” He jolted awake. his heart beating like it was trying to escape his chest. Craning his head as he looked at the clock. It was 5:30 in the morning. Having to go to school at 8 Jungkook decided that he might as well start getting ready.Covered in a thick layer of sweat he began to untangle himself from his bed sheets. Rubbing his hands over his face with a sigh he got up from bed. As he began walking to the bathroom he took a single glance in the mirror and froze mid-step. Rubbing his eyes and pinching himself to make sure he isn't dreaming again. skin paling as he began to move closer to get a better look. “No!” Shaking his head and backing away step by step until his back hit the wall. Still staring at it. It was taunting him, the contrast of the jet black color against his pale skin. He knew right then that it was something he couldn’t cover up this time with simple makeup and lies. He knew because placed right below his along his jaw down his neck lay a mark. A mark of a new beginning and end. A mark that the game has begun again. The mark that he is coming The mark of Death.   ~~~~~~~~ Perched lazily across his throne looking through his mirrors something catches his eye, something worth... dying for. He takes ahold of one floating object, pitch black laced with silver bringing it closer to his face. Swallowing hard he drops the mirror, unfazed as it shattered on the marble floor before taking form again. Staring ahead straight at the painting hanging on the wall. A smile slowly forms on his face. The door closest to him opens but his eyes are unwavering. “ My dear husband? What’s the matter?” “ He’s awake...My love our son has awaken.” Finally turning his head he is meet with eyes sparkling with unshed tears and soft thin lips agape. Sighing softly he gets up from his throne and descends to stand in front of his wife. Softly stroking away the tears that fall as his lover glances into his eyes. “ Baekhyun you know what this means now. We must find him before o-” “ I found him Daehyun.” “What! When? How?” “ Yesterday evening when I went to kyungsoo’s Palace I had a vision. He was in his fucking bedroom...the same one he was in ten years ago.” “Are you telling me that… that you went to Kyungsoo’s palace yesterday Alone!?!?! Are you fucking kidding me right now?!?! You know I loath him and don’t like the way he-” Hands grabbing both sides of his face interrupt him as they pull him into a scorching kiss before they are pushing him back again. “ Shut the fuck seriously I don’t understand why you get so jealous of him when I have eyes for you and you only. I also can’t believe that’s the part you comment on. Were you listening to what I said about the boy Dae? I knew our son was awakening the mark appeared but on the boy’s neck this time, but I didn’t think it would be so...so soon. We must go to Taehyung and locate the boys mark as well.” “ His mark as well? What are you talking about Jungkook doesn’t posses h-” “Do Not ever say his name again! Saying his name will only make him aware of our presence and I would like to keep us hidden as long as possible.” The door underneath the precious painting creaked open and a boy slowly slid out into view. A smile etched across his face and a hand across the side of his neck slid down to reveal a black mark. His mother gasped and he laughed at the sight of shock etched across his face. Walking out more into the threshold he stretched out his muscles slowly. Eyes never leaving his parent. Both gaping at him before composing themselves.Only taking a mere glance at the mirrors hovering near his father's throne.He smiles his signature box-like smile. Holding his hand out a pure white mirror with slivers of gold appeared before his eyes. “Mirror,Mirror...let me see my one and only beauty.” A question fades into the glass Would you like to see him as of recent? “ Yes please” The mirror glass starts to blur and becomes unfocused for a second before an image, the image of his love. Slick, as water pours down on him. Face hidden behind wet bangs as his head was pointed downward, full body exposed to Taehyung but his eyes weren’t focused on anything else but the mark that was placed exactly where his own lies. A smirk appeared briefly before he was breaking into a hearty laugh. “Mirror Mirror...let me see.. What the future will bring.” The image twist into something unseeable before the mirror shows the image of the mark placed on his skin and fades into black again. A frown slowly makes it’s way to his lips alongside confusion in his brows. Before he can ask any other question the mirror is snatched away into the hands of his mother. Meeting his son’s eyes for a second before he glares at the mark,his mark. The mark of hope. The mark of life. The mark of a new beginning and an end. The mark of the Angel. The mark of Life. ~~~~~~~ Author's Break into the story ~~~~~~~ Yes we have just begun our story, but the problem is understanding how this all came up into the mortal world to begin with. Why this is all happening again and how it will end. It’s time to begin the game once again. What game you may wonder. It’s the game of Ying and Yang, Good versus Evil, Light versus Dark, Life versus Death and many more in between. Do you know the saying that people often say? You know Opposites attract? It seems like so far this is exactly what we have between these two young men. In the present we have been presented with Life and Death but, we now need to venture back in time, back to the past. Time to go back to when the game began all those centuries ago. Returning back to start, because that is where we begin their game. Their game of never ending Hate, Sadness, Happiness, and Love. Each time the game is played it ends with the winner battered, scarred, heartbroken, and a heart filled with regret and something else that is unknown of what it is until the new game begins. It’s going to be a long road trip with clouds of our curiosity hovering overhead. Now how about we begin, without further ado I give to you the past of the following two. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. ~~~~~~~ ***** Ashes Ashes... We all...Fall...Down! ***** Chapter Notes This chapter takes place in the past and contains some death and stuff but it's not that bad really... I think. See the end of the chapter for more notes Italics = thoughts Rated v- mild gore and some death and violence  Enjoy!                                                          ~~~~~~~~~ Darkness had finally consumed the town and the streets were scarce of life; however, a young man awakens to the shrill cry of a baby. Groaning slightly he looks over at the woman sleeping peacefully beside him. He ran his hands over his face and reluctantly got out of bed heading toward the direction of the crying baby’s chamber. “ I should’ve left him along with that bitch, oh the choices I make!” Just as he touched the door the cries suddenly stopped. The man freezes, ears strained as he thought heard a voice speak. Opening the door slightly he sees the most gorgeous person he has ever laid eyes upon. He blinks his eyes a few times in disbelief. Scanning the being’s body he soon realizes that the person is a man and not a woman. ‘Could’ve fooled me with his face that he was a woman.’He began looking around for the baby. It isn’t until he realizes it’s in the said man’s hand does he hear the words that the man is whispering to the baby.   “ You are such a precious baby boy oh young Master Kim is going to love you. What a pretty thing to take home on this beautiful night.” Eyes widening slightly, “ Excuse me but who are you, how did you get in my house, and why are you holding that baby?” he manages out. The man turned to face him completely while pulling the said child to his chest lightly. “ Ah you wish to know my name yes? Well the name you may call me is Suho” since you don’t obviously don’t recognize me. The man, suho, smiled and for a moment he had forgotten how to breath. Clearing his throat he  looks at Suho straight in the eye  “ Why are you-” he gets interrupted by Suho’s hand being raised. “ Are you not going to tell me your name?” Suho smiles again as he begins to become flustered. “My name Oh- I guess I should tell you my name right? My name is Kim Himchan.” At his response Suho’s eyes widen and Himchan swears he can see a glint of excitement dance across his eyes but it disappears just as fast as it came. Both began to stare at each other until a soft cry broke their connection.  A soft smile spreads across suho’s faces as he gently rocks the baby and coos.   Suho walked the short distance to himchan, tilted his head, as his eyes began to glow he whispered. “ Himchan I want you to look me in the eye and tell me the truth my love. ”  Himchan’s eyes widened slightly before he straightened up with a blank face.   I didn’t want him.”  Suho’s mouth twitched into a small barely noticeable smile. Himchan took a deep breath before continuing to speak. “ He wasn’t created from me nor the woman who is called my wife. He wouldn’t be here if I had been more careful. Stupid woman had to go and follow me, the only way to keep her shut was give her the child and marry her. You know what it’s like sleeping next to her? It’s awful she smells like she threw herself in a flower’s bosom and stayed there until the smell was permanent on her skin.” Suho’s smile widened and his eyes began to glow brighter.                                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the other room where the young woman lay sleeping a wisp of smoke appeared before being replaced by a young brunette. He stood there seemingly observing her. Walking over to her he touches her chest, right where her heart is placed, lightly. After a few moments pass he smiles before vanishing just as the woman jerks up with wide eyes of fear. She claws at her chest lacerating it in the process, and begins to emit shrill cries of pure agony.                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Himchan paces to and fro declaring, “ I hate her! I must  leave her! I don’t love her nor do I need, want, bid her in my presence!” Following the quick movements with his eyes as he rocks the now distressed child in his arms. “Tell me love ! You want to rid yourself of her? Tell me how you will go by it?” “Rid her? Yes, that is what I must do rid her and free myself from her clutches of so called love. The only way...I must do it now as she sleeps! Take her last breath away, like she did my perfect life!” Suho’s eyes have begun to water as the child cries out. He watches himchan’s pace begin to grow more frantic.“Tell my why? My love !” Staring at the child in a brief worry, then at Himchan. He stops and turns towards the door, his hands in a motion as if the woman causing his misery stands before him. “ THAT WOMAN! SHE! SHE IS NOT!” He turns back around to analyze the man, Suho, closely before crossing the room in long strides. Taking his face in his hold, and stares into his mocha orbs. “ You. My love My Kim Junmyeon.” He whispers into the air, before swiftly pulling him closer connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. As they pull apart to catch their breath the child has grown calm but tears still stream down his face as he stares at the door. Whining slightly he pushes his head into Suho’s chest before falling asleep once again.                                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The wisp of smoke re-appeared in the kitchen before turning into the brunette once again. Smiling just as he had before he walked to the open stove, sat next to it seemingly patient. Soon enough the entrance door opened and the women he had been with earlier walked in looking slightly dazed. “ Finally took you long enough whore. Now do as you’ve seen then sit just on the steps right in the back of your home and watch the ashes fall . Don’t you dare move as it consumes you too.” Standing up he walkes a couple steps before disappearing with the echoes of his laughter behind him.   “ Yes.” She stared at  the open pit blankly before her eyebrows furrow as if confused. She picked up two dry pieces of wood and threw them inside the stove pit. “ I shall do what pleases you.” Grabbing an oil jar she begins to spread on some of the wood and proceeded to let it drop to the floor at her feet. Lighting a match she throws it into the pit and walks away as it burst into flames. “ I shall suffer the way I made him suffer because I deserve it.” Just as was instructed for her to do she went to the back of the home as the screams of her underlings get louder. Leaning against a wall she slides down and rest her legs against the steps.  She tenses up as she feels the walls behind her grow hotter but doesn’t move. Closing her eyes shut as her tears begin to pour. Biting her bottom lip as the flames catch on to her night gown and travels quickly up the rest of her body. Her mouth opens up in a silent scream as she looks down to see her own flesh burning, quickly beginning to char with every passing second.                             ~~~~~~~~~Some Years later~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A little boy walks the middle of the meadow singing a lullaby. “ Ring around the rosy…”  His pitch black hair a stark contrast between his delicate pale skin. As he reaches closer to his destination he pulls out a nosegay from his pocket. “ Pocketful of posies” The ground underneath changes from gorgeous lush green grass to ash colored dirt and patches of dry yellow lawn.” Ashes, ashes” Looking up to the sky he stands in the middle of a gigantic area that once held him at a time he can never remember, but has been enforced in his mind by others. ” We all fall down” Placing the nosegay on the ground he finishes with a gigantic smile, before turning and walking back the way he came.                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter End Notes She took so long updating ugghhgh but I'm glad she did I like this chapter it's more my style of reading because fluff is eh for me but yeah until the next time she updates bye! End Notes This story is not mine. If you want to talk to the author go on AFF also I Hope you enjoyed reading this story bye! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!