Made By Me
the beginning of the end
The sky above the small town was gray, threatening rain as Taehyung hurried down the worn path from the university. His footsteps were light, but his heart felt heavy. It had been another unbearable day. The whispers, the laughter, the harsh words—they clung to him like shadows, even when no one was around.
Irina *bully*
“Look at him,”
*One of his classmates had sneered earlier, loud enough for everyone to hear.*
Irina *bully*
“An omega like him doesn’t belong here. What’s he even trying to prove?”
They’d laughed, their voices sharp and cruel, and Taehyung had swallowed his words, as he always did. Speaking up never helped. He was an orphan, poor and powerless. No one would listen to him.
His fingers tightened around the strap of his worn-out bag. His best friend, Jimin, had always been his solace, but Jimin had moved to a neighboring city for work, leaving Taehyung to fend for himself. He had no one now. No one except himself.
Someday, Taehyung thought as he walked, his gaze fixed on the cracks in the pavement. Someday, this will end. Someday, things will get better.
But that hope was fragile, and the events of the day shattered it completely.
The incident happened just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Taehyung had stayed late at the university library, hoping to avoid the usual crowd. The campus was nearly empty as he stepped outside, the faint hum of streetlights filling the silence.
Minho
Taehyung. *a voice called out, smooth but chilling. He froze, recognizing it instantly.*
It was Minho, one of the alphas who loved to torment him. Minho wasn’t like the others—his cruelty went beyond words. Taehyung turned slowly, his pulse quickening as he saw Minho leaning casually against the lamppost, a smirk on his face.
Kim taehyung
“What do you want?” *Taehyung asked, trying to keep his voice steady.*
Minho
Minho pushed off the lamppost and sauntered closer. “Oh, don’t be like that. I just want to talk.”
Taehyung stepped back, his instincts screaming at him to run. But Minho was faster, his hand shooting out to grab Taehyung’s wrist.
Kim taehyung
“Let me go!” Taehyung struggled, his voice trembling.
Minho
“Why?” Minho’s smirk deepened as he yanked Taehyung closer. “You’re always so pretty when you’re scared. Makes me want to—”
Kim taehyung
“Let. Me. Go.” Taehyung’s voice rose, desperation leaking into his tone. He wrenched his arm free and stumbled back, his bag falling to the ground. Minho advanced, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
Taehyung’s heart pounded. There was no one around to help, no one to hear him scream. Panic surged through him, and he did the only thing he could—he ran.
The streets blurred as Taehyung sprinted, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. His legs burned, but he didn’t stop, not until he was deep in the woods that bordered the town. Only then did he dare to look back.
Minho was nowhere in sight.
Taehyung sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He’d saved himself this time, but what about tomorrow? Or the day after? How long could he keep running?
The wind howled through the trees, and Taehyung shivered, suddenly aware of how cold it had become. He needed to find shelter, at least until he could calm down. Rising to his feet, he wiped his face with trembling hands and began to walk.
That’s when he saw it.
The house loomed ahead, its dark silhouette barely visible through the thick fog. It was old, its windows cracked and its walls covered in ivy. The townsfolk called it haunted, but Taehyung didn’t care. At least no one would look for him there.
He approached cautiously, the wooden steps creaking under his weight as he climbed to the porch. The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, the hinges groaning in protest.
Inside, the air was damp and musty, and the faint scent of decay lingered. Broken furniture was scattered across the floor, and cobwebs clung to the corners. Taehyung stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room for anything useful.
That’s when he saw the book.
It lay on a table in the center of the room, its cover dark and worn with age. Something about it drew Taehyung closer, his curiosity outweighing his fear.
The book was bound in leather, its edges frayed, and the symbols on its cover were unfamiliar. Taehyung reached out, his fingers brushing the surface. The air around him seemed to shift, growing heavier.
A whisper filled the room, low and indistinct. Taehyung froze, his heart racing.
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“Who’s there?” he called out, his voice trembling.
No one answered. The whisper faded, leaving only the sound of his own breathing.
Swallowing his fear, Taehyung picked up the book. It was surprisingly heavy, and the leather felt oddly warm under his touch. He opened it carefully, the pages yellowed and brittle.
The text inside was written in a language he didn’t recognize, the symbols twisting and shifting as if alive. But as he stared, the words began to make sense, their meaning seeping into his mind.
It was a summoning ritual.
Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he read. The ritual promised power—enough to change his fate, to end his suffering. All it required was a drop of blood.
He hesitated, the memory of Minho’s predatory gaze flashing through his mind. The world had been cruel to him, and he was tired of being helpless.
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(What if this is my chance?)
Before he could second-guess himself, Taehyung pressed his thumb against the edge of the table, wincing as a sharp splinter broke the skin. A bead of blood welled up, and he let it fall onto the page.
The room plunged into darkness.
The air grew thick, almost suffocating, and the whispers returned, louder this time. The floor beneath Taehyung trembled, and a low, guttural growl echoed through the house.
Taehyung stumbled back, his eyes wide as a figure began to take shape in the shadows. It was tall and imposing, its presence radiating danger.
The whispers ceased, and the figure stepped into the faint light.
Eyes like molten gold met Taehyung’s, and a slow, predatory smile spread across the figure’s face.
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“Who…” Taehyung’s voice broke, his fear rendering him speechless.
The figure tilted its head, its gaze never leaving Taehyung.
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“You called me,” it said, its voice smooth and deep. “And now, you’re mine.”
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the ritual
Taehyung sat cross-legged on the cold floor of the old house, the book resting in his lap. The dim light of a single candle cast flickering shadows on the walls, giving the room an eerie, almost alive quality. He had spent the entire night pouring over the ancient text, his heart racing with equal parts fear and determination.
The book described a ritual unlike anything Taehyung had ever imagined. It promised power and salvation, an escape from the endless torment that defined his life. But it also warned of consequences—ones that were vague yet terrifying.
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Still, Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to stop. "This is my only chance."
The first step required him to prepare a space for the ritual. The instructions were meticulous, demanding precision in every detail. Taehyung spent hours gathering materials, his body aching from the
He found chalk in a forgotten drawer and used it to draw a large circle on the wooden floor. Symbols he didn’t understand surrounded the circle, their intricate shapes twisting unnaturally as he copied them from the book.
Next, he lit candles—seven in total—and placed them at specific points around the circle. Their flames flickered weakly at first, as though reluctant to burn, but soon they grew steady, casting an unsettling glow over the room.
Finally, Taehyung gathered offerings. The book instructed him to find items tied to strong emotions: a piece of clothing from his childhood, a locket he had found years ago, and a flower he had pressed between the pages of a notebook. These items were placed in the center of the circle, arranged carefully around a metal bowl filled with dried herbs and oil.
When everything was ready, Taehyung stepped back and looked at his work. The room felt different now, heavier. The air was thick, almost suffocating, and the shadows seemed to ripple like water.
His hands trembled as he opened the book to the page marked Day One. The mantra was written there, its words strange and foreign. Taehyung hesitated, his throat dry.
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“This is for me,” he whispered to himself, trying to quiet the fear bubbling inside him. “No one else is going to save me. I have to do this.”
He knelt before the circle, his voice shaky as he began to chant.
The words felt unnatural in his mouth, their syllables harsh and guttural. But as he continued, the room seemed to respond. The candles’ flames danced wildly, and the shadows deepened, their movements almost synchronized with his voice.
By the time he finished, the air was humming with an unseen energy. Taehyung collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, but he couldn’t ignore the sense of anticipation that had taken root in his chest.
The next day, Taehyung returned to the house just as the sun was setting. The ritual required him to repeat the chanting, but this time it was more intense.
He added new offerings to the circle: a broken mirror, a strand of his own hair, and a handful of salt. The book warned him to be careful with the placement of each item, as even the smallest mistake could ruin the ritual.
The room felt colder now, and the flickering candlelight barely cut through the encroaching darkness. Taehyung’s breath fogged in the air as he knelt once more before the circle, the book open in front of him.
The words came more easily this time, rolling off his tongue with an unnatural familiarity. His voice grew stronger as he chanted, the foreign sounds resonating in his chest.
Halfway through, the air shifted again. The candles burned brighter, their flames unnaturally tall, and the shadows on the walls writhed like living things. A low hum filled the room, growing louder with each word Taehyung spoke.
By the time he finished, his body was trembling, and his head throbbed with pain. But he couldn’t stop now.
The ritual was working. He could feel it.
Day Three: The Blood Offering
The third day came quickly, and with it, the final step of the ritual. Taehyung arrived at the house just as the first stars appeared in the sky, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he had to do, but the thought of it made his stomach churn.
The book instructed him to build a fire pit in the center of the circle. He used stones from the yard to create a crude ring and filled it with dry wood and herbs. The air smelled of ash and decay as he lit the fire, the flames crackling loudly in the oppressive silence.
The room was suffused with an orange glow, the shadows on the walls dancing more violently than ever. Taehyung knelt before the pit, the book in one hand and a small knife in the other.
He hesitated, staring at the blade. The text was clear—his blood was the final offering. Without it, the ritual would fail.
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His hand shook as he brought the blade to his palm. “For a better life,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
The knife bit into his skin, and a thin line of crimson welled up. Taehyung winced but didn’t stop. He held his hand over the fire, watching as the blood dripped onto the flames.
The effect was immediate.
The fire roared to life, the flames shooting high into the air. The circle on the floor glowed, the symbols burning with an unnatural light. The air became suffocatingly thick, and a low growl echoed through the room, vibrating deep in Taehyung’s chest
He stumbled back, his eyes wide as the flames twisted and contorted, forming a shape that defied logic.
The growl grew louder, more menacing, and Taehyung felt a chill run down his spine. The fire seemed to implode, collapsing in on itself until only a faint glow remained.
And then, from the shadows, a figure emerged.
Tall and imposing, it stepped into the faint light, its golden eyes gleaming with an intensity that made Taehyung’s breath hitch
The figure’s gaze locked onto him, and a slow, predatory smile spread across its face.
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“You called me,” it said, its voice smooth and deep, sending shivers down Taehyung’s spine. “And now, I’m here.”
Shadows and Smiles
The morning sunlight poured into Taehyung’s modest apartment, warming the cool air. He sat on the floor with a steaming cup of tea, watching as Jungkook wandered around the room. For someone who had been summoned from fire and shadows, Jungkook seemed oddly curious about the mundane
jungkook
“Is this where you live?”
Jungkook asked, picking up a small photo frame from the windowsill. It held a faded picture of a much younger Taehyung, smiling despite the frayed edges of his clothes.
Kim taehyung
“Yes,” Taehyung replied softly. “It’s not much, but it’s mine.”
jungkook
Jungkook studied the photo for a moment before setting it back down. “It suits you.”
Kim taehyung
Taehyung blinked, surprised by the unexpected compliment. “Suits me?”
jungkook
Jungkook turned to face him, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Simple, unassuming… but warm.”
Taehyung’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly looked away, sipping his tea to hide his embarrassment.
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