Scenario: You meet a fallen angel at a diner. He asks what you’d be willing to sell for your soul for. All you really want is a taste.
A/N: I know there probably has to already be some Taehyung!Fallen Angel smut out there, buuuut I couldn’t help myself. It’s my first time writing for him, in general, so I hope someone out there enjoys this.
Genre: Taehyung x Reader
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“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
“It ripped out my wings, so yeah, it did hurt.”
Taehyung tossed his cigarette to the wet pavement. This time not bothering to stomp it out for good measure as he blew the smoke out into the night. His hands diving into the pockets of his trench in search of the warmth midnight denied him.
You pulled your coat closer, your high heeled feet clicking against the pavement. Taehyung was always like this when you asked questions he found idiotic. Of course, this question was beyond stupid. You weren’t sure why you asked it. Well that wasn’t necessarily true, either.
The first night you’d meet Taehyung was at Minzy’s Diner. He’d been stationed in his usual corner booth seat when you’d walked in. Your head covered with a drenched newspaper as you tried to locate shelter from the current monsoon from outside. You’d been heading home from another long night of partying. The faux fur of your coat mushed into soaked clumps that matched the state of your once curled hair. The dress clinging to you even more so as you let out a hiss of annoyance at finding another tear in your pantyhose.