Hell has always been the ultimate threat to those who kept sinning.

Hell was supposed to refrain them from the dreadful acts they had a knack for repeating, hell was supposed to be the brakes of a car that has already gone far away from the line, a car that has left the paved path swiping it with roads that surely weren't meant for circulation.

Forbidden paths.

But hell has seldom frightened a criminal soul, in fact, once the brain has formed the mishap, it had by far already crossed a path of no return, once the defect is formed, it is only a matter of time before abnormalities appear.

Soul held power, at that, a strong one. A soul without pureness has always a solid impact on the brain, it shapes it differently until it becomes a destructive device, losing its functionalities as an organ of the human body.

For it could certainly no longer belong to a human, but rather to a devil.

However, for him, hell was not a punishment, hell was certainly not a realm in the afterlife, nor was it a place one would visit only after death merely to be punished for certain sins. For him, this was all a misinterpretation, of which Dante Alighieri had convinced himself.

Hell was a curse, that could fall on anyone without exception nor regard for rank, richness level, or other irrelevant tags.

Hell was just like a disease that could infect anyone at any time without previous warnings.

Hell was his lack of luck, his damned instance.

Hell was his curse which he needed to witness alive, as the first season, and there, once he sighs his last breaths, as a sequel. He was sure God won't turn a blind eye to his greediness, to his sins.

He was ready to face it. Glad to accept that punishment, that abyss, the ultimate malediction he was meant to live in. He had no reprehension toward the odds. No regrets, no wavered heart.

No remorse although he eyed the forbidden fruit, a fruit he was more than ready to devour forsaking heaven.

He was something between a sinner and a type of soul that could be better described as devilish, but no angel, that was a fact. However, he wasn't that way from the beginning, he knew times when innocence was one of his qualities, but he decided to switch sides at some point.

He decided on it just like a change of look, a change of style that he often liked to do.

As per the trigger behind his constant change of style, there was no complicated reasoning behind it, he just gets bored easily, plus everything suited him perfectly, he was more than charming, and no words could do him justice to describe him properly. His traits were out of this world, out perhaps of the universe altogether.

However, the trigger behind the change of his demeanor, the change of alliances, and the forsaking of his nature to adopt the one he knew was of no good, was harder to explain, difficult even for him to understand.

He firmly believed that a person should stay at such, every creature should maintain their perspective pattern, but his glance at that scene was a temptation from hell. Voices of demons that kept persuading him to sin were loud for his ears, louder than his habitual preference about sounds, urging the abdication, obliging him to wave the white flag, he lost to different desires that were all taboos, but damn, they were all he wanted, all he needed, all that seemed fit to his ego, his greediness or simply, his heart. As a result, he knew he lost his humanity.

Never had he thought about being enchanted, lured with a spell out of his comfort zone- he had all the control over himself but that has become past tense, he already forgot what that once meant.

He wished to be deprived of the light of his eyes, he wished darkness took it away leaving him oblivious before that sight, if blindness was a way to escape that curse, he would have accepted it never thinking about seeking medical intervention to bring his sight back.

He knew it was strong, strong enough to lead him where he should have never stepped foot.

He knew his footprints were going to become proof of betrayal, but his selfishness took the best out of him.

He was smitten.

The grip he had on that glass of champagne lost suddenly its strength, if not for his fast reflexes, he would have dropped it down for sure. Watching you entering the aisle to give your vows to another man, was a bullet to his heart which he painfully took.

But it was too late. He could wave goodbye to his feelings, wishing them a safe journey to... I don't really know where he wanted them to be sent at this point.

" Miss L/N, do you take Kim Seokjin as your faithful husband, in health and illness, in happiness and sadness until death tears you apart?"

It's over now.

His love for you lingered around since the first moment his eyes fell on you at that coffee shop. You were as your usual self, dressed not to impress anyone not even yourself. Your sense of fashion was in the intensive therapy fighting between life and death. Those ripped jeans you had on knew better days but now they suited the trash more, that loose shirt had absolutely no place nor relation, not even a far one with those jeans- actually, in terms of communication, that shirt couldn't find mutual topics with your sneakers either.

Nevertheless, something about you enchanted him. That smile of yours that reached your eyes before your lips was more than enough to cover for your lack of fashion, whilst your scent was delicately intoxicating to his senses, spiking some kind of feelings he never knew he owned.

" I'm sorry, I should have paid more attention."

As usual, you were running around without paying attention to your surroundings, dumping on people or objects was a common occurrence for you, it happens more often than not, so you really didn't pay any kind of attention to him, you were just courteous enough to apologize, and you went on your way as you have never set fire on someone's heart.

What an insensitive human being.

Taehyung never once forgot that short encounter, he just couldn't take you out of his brain. He did his best searching for you, he was delusional enough to think that he'd find you in a big city without even knowing your name. The missing idiot of that village was definitely him.

As vast as imagination could ever be, Taehyung never once considered seeing you wearing the white dress for another person.

" I, Y/N, do take Kim Seokjin as my husband, for a lifetime, until death do us apart."

Taehyung sighed his last breaths with your vows. You were the one who killed him, while once upon a very long time, you were the reason for his existence.

When he left for the states, he had lost all the hope he once owned in meeting you, nevertheless, he never forgot those soft traits of yours, he imagined you in every woman he met, and more often than not, his arousal was caused by the mere thought of that soft touch he had stolen when he saved you from falling back in that coffee shop, the ghost of that feathery touch kept lingering around his palm, you fitted perfectly between his hold, and he wished to rewind the memories for infinity.

He was a man of huge intellect, so it was completely foolish to fancy someone he doesn't even know a single detail about, the frustration from the thought kept growing as time dragged, days became months and months became years, and he was still kept captive of that short-lived moment. So the man decided to go back home, sharing the same skies with you kept tempting him, providing some grounds for hope that should have never seen the light.

He firmly believed that you would meet again. It was his sixth sense that planted that belief in his brain. He was sure, but he never thought about where or when you would bless his eyes again with your presence.

Meeting you again in his brother's apartment was for sure a far away option that he never considered, it was just not between the scenarios he ever imagined.

When you opened that damned door, announcing the troubles and curses he never knew would be haunting him, he badly wanted to believe that you were a mere acquittance with Seokjin, however seeing you wearing his brother's shirt as a sort of a dress, wasn't really supporting his believes.

He really couldn't understand where that naiveness of his was coming from. It was as clear as the sunshine on a summer day that you weren't performing some kind of spiritual ritual with Seokjin that he accidentally interrupted. Well, your swollen lips weren't those of someone who was praying either, and the cameo Seokjin made without bothering himself to cover his bare chest, surely wasn't a friendship indicator.

Luckily, you hurriedly took your leave, he couldn't bear your sight longer than the counted seconds you spent in his presence in front of that door- the short gap of time wasn't enough for you to study his details, and you couldn't care less about him frankly speaking, you were lost in love, Seokjin was the universe and no galaxy could shine brighter than him.

Just another figure, just another human being who wasn't at all important, saving his image in your brain would only reduce the space of that memory of yours. You don't know him, you have never been introduced to him, which means that he was of no importance, therefore, discarded.

Not at all considered.

" Oh Jin, I forgot something in the car, I'll go fetch it real quick."

That real quick of his, was as fast as taking a one-way trip from Seoul to San Francisco, that's how that lame lie became an untypical goodbye to his older brother. That was the last sentence before a trip that lasted a few years before homesickness kicked in harshly, and thoughts about an eventual comeback started popping out here and there, to which he never considered surrendering, until that phone call changed the situation.

Morally speaking, the feelings he still had toward you were wrong on many levels. You were his brother's fiancée, loving you was all wrong and from the very beginning, he knew it so damn well, but the heart wants what it wants, and that is what was his case.

He became a sinner when he decided to keep cherishing a forbidden love, feeding a feeling that should have been gotten rid of.

He exchanged places with the devil the moment his eyes kept visioning you with indiscreet thoughts full of desire, lust, full of love. He was sure he lost his place in heaven when he wished to be the one for you instead of his brother.

" Tae, I'm getting married soon, you will need to get your ass back here, don't you dare be missed on my big day."

The alcohol never tasted that bitter, perhaps the mix of sorrows with that little tear that has escaped his eye changed its taste, it burned his throat as he swallowed it in a single shot, looking at the kisses you exchanged with your husband as he revealed your face from beneath the veil, burned his heart a bit more compared to that nectar he had downed.

His presence at that wedding was like a shadow in the dark, invisible and no one knew about it. Taehyung refused the invitation officially using his studies and work as an excuse, actually, he was really busy to say the truth. Busy buying a round-trip ticket to Seoul, for two days only, the time to witness the end with his own eyes and go back to mourn.

It hurts.

Being in love was equal to being in the loss of control. He wasn't a fan of that feeling.

Seeing his love being the betrothed of another man meant rejection, which he wasn't really familiar with, nor he wanted to familiarize himself with even.

Taehyung never really closed your file, he never escaped his hell. His love knew how to grow but never learned how to fade- the long nights weren't at his help either, nor the women he kept changing on daily basis like a sort of outfit not to say underwear, only satisfying his carnal needs emptying his self somewhere else instead of finding his self wet alone in the morning like some desperate teenager, or even worst, using his hands at his age and with everything he owned including the dashing looks. Emotions were not served on those racy nights, they were out of stock and the provider claimed them as a limited edition that belonged to one VIP customer only. World wide wise.

Cutting contact with his own family as a consequence of his own choice, Taehyung never thought that the glances he had stolen from your wedding at his brother are going to be the last ones in his entire life, unquestionably, never once he imagined meeting you again as a patient of his.

Meeting you again in an asylum was a bigger thunderbolt comparing it to the one he had when he saw you in your bridal attire.

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