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age is just a number | kth

⟡ genre: fluff

⟡ word count: 1,008

⟡ warnings: none

⟡ a/n: first writing piece ever! . . . inspired by the song “seventeen” by troye sivan

⟡ summary: your family believes that you and taehyung are too young to have a romantic relationship. however, you and taehyung, just two teenagers in love, believe that age is just a number.

“You are never to see Kim Taehyung ever again.”

That phrase had been going through your head all week and, truthfully, you still couldn’t believe your parents had said that. Despite all of their pleas for you to stop seeing Taehyung, you had never thought it would come this far. Far enough for them to forbid you from seeing your own boyfriend.

Did they really hate you guys being together that much?

Around 11 o’clock at night, while you were in the midst of thinking about your relationship with Taehyung, you heard your window rattle. And to your surprise, the Kim Taehyung that your parents spoke so lowly about was sneaking through your window.

“Tae-!” 

You put your sentence on hold when he held a finger up to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet. Then, without a sound, he hopped from your window sill to the carpet lazily laid across your bedroom floor.

“How did you get in here?” you whispered, not wanting to alarm your parents. After all, the boy that they hated the most was now in their daughters bedroom.

Pointing back at the window with the obnoxious raise of one eyebrow, he chuckled before answering, “The window.”

“Well, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “of course. But how did you manage to do it?”

“You always leave your window unlocked . . . so I just climbed through.”

You remained sitting for a moment. You were a bit perplexed at Taehyung’s sudden arrival and, on top that, you were not nearly as presentable as you’d like to be. You were already in your silk night gown that barely reached your mid-thigh, your face was bare, and your hair wildly pointed in so many different directions. In other words, you were a version of yourself that you would rather your boyfriend not get a good look at.

Slowly adjusting yourself on the bed to get a better look at Taehyung, you began, “So . . .”

“So . . .?”

“Care to explain to me why you’re here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” he shrugged before making his way to the center of the room and plopping himself on the area of the bed beside you. He extended his arm as a rest for his head as he peered up at you, a look of cluelessness on his face.

“Well, we’re not really supposed to be, you know, seeing each other right now. Or ever, for that matter.” When he didn’t respond to your claim, you proceeded to ask your question for the second time, “So, why are you here, Tae? And tell the truth.”

“I missed you,” he whined desperately, while wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your lap. “I missed you so, so much.”

You felt your heartbeat pick up speed. If there is one thing that people knew Taehyung for, it would be that he doesn’t show much emotion. Therefore, when he got all soft, sweet, and sappy around you, it melted you. 

After countless moments of silence, Taehyung adjusted his head so that he was able to make direct eye contact with you. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” you responded, your face softening up a bit.

“I’m sorry that I’m not good enough for your parents.”

“Oh, Tae . . . You don’t have to apologize for that.” You felt for him, you really did. Despite the “alpha-male” facade he put up around the general public, he’s extremely sweet and caring, so why couldn’t your parents see that? 

“But I do, y/n. If I was just, I don’t know, better then we wouldn’t even be in this mess.”

“Are you seriously blaming yourself for this right now? That’s very . . . not you.”

“See!” He quietly declared, lifting his body to an upright position in the process, “You just admitted that it’s very unlike me to apologize for something. Clearly, I’m not a good guy.” He fell back towards the bed with an annoyed huff.

“Listen,” you started, “We’re both pretty young and still trying to figure things out. We have a long way to go in this relationship, okay? My parents’ll come around sometime, they have to.”

Hearing your reassurance put a smile on his face, but soon turned stone cold as he proposed the idea, “And what if they don’t?”

“Then we’re eloping and moving out of this town.”

He smiled at this, “That’s my girl. Always thinking and dreaming big.”

Chuckling at the praise he was giving you, you pulled his arm towards you in order for him to lift all the way off of his back. You took this as your chance to change your simple sitting position on the bed to you straddling his waist.

“Woah there, babe,” he chuckled, “we haven’t eloped just yet.”

You shook your head and grabbed his hands which were set behind him, you placed them around your waist and cupped his face in your hands.

“Shut up,” you smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Once his lips came in contact with yours, you felt him smile, immediately causing you to grin.

“God, I’ve missed your lips,” he groaned, his hands slipping underneath your shirt while roaming the small of your back. 

“Maybe you should sneak in more often,” you playfully suggested in between kisses.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he responded, flipping you over. He broke away from the kiss and instead hovered over you, admiring you.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, feeling nervous and intimidated as his eyes roamed over whichever parts of you he chose. Your laugh and nervousness combined sent his heart into overdrive and he couldn’t hide the crinkle at the corner of his eyes as he really took the time to admire you, something he has not had the chance to do in a while.

“What are you thinking?” you whispered, your eyes traveling down to his lips.

“You,” he responded. “I’m always thinking of you.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you more, Tae.”

“Impossible,” he smirked. “Now, just sit back and let me love you.”