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To show my thanks for being such uh-maze-ing kuties, I am opening requests for the rest of October! I know, I know, I still have a couple of unfulfilled requests, and trust me, I am working on them. Slowly, but surely.  I promise I will get to your requests as quickly as possible. My schedule has opened up drastically (meaning my little one takes long naps now lol) and I’ve got the itch to write!

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I have followed Tomorrow x Together since their debut, and find all of the members absolutely adorable. The only thing I ask is that since they are a younger group, no smut requests, just fluff, romance, and/or angst please! I’ve added them to my Master List, and am so excited to write fics about them. They are such a fun, inspiring group. I can’t wait!

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first love

soobin (txt) + reader (fem.)

college!au, fluff, friends to lovers, non-idol!au, smut

tags: marking, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, vaginal penetration, use of protection 👍🏻, loss of a character’s virginity

~13.8K word count

posted: october 22, 2021

read part 2 HERE

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One of the best decisions, you decided, was going to college. Sure, it’s not for everybody, and for a long time you weren’t sure if it was for you. Your parents were like most, encouraging you to go with high hopes that it would lead you to a good career. You, on the other hand, had heard from many of your friends and strangers on the internet through their stories that sometimes college was a waste of time and/or money, so you were skeptical. Luckily, your best friend Sooyoung was sharing the same troubling decision as you, so you both decided to look for a fitting college for the both of you go to so you wouldn’t be alone. After graduating high school and months of college applications, you both decided on an arts college in Seoul. Both of you being from Daegu meant that both of your parents were apprehensive about leaving your hometown, but ultimately they decided they would have to put aside their worry in order for you to get your desired education.

So, you went to college and for the first three years you were content. You decided on a technical Music major, dreaming of maybe producing and writing music, while Sooyoung picked a Performing major.

Your last year of your degree was when your life started to change for the better, because that’s when you met Yeonjun, a.k.a the catalyst for your near future. Yeonjun was a fellow student with a Dance major who was in desperate need of electives that weren’t going to be so boring that they made him want to drop out. That’s how he landed in his seat next to you in Professor Kim’s Songwriting 101 class for his spring semester and met you. The two of you became good friends over the semester, often helping each other study and hanging out outside of classes. That’s how you met him.

Soobin was in his third year of his Arts History major, and being an introvert, he found his four closest friends and stuck to them. Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai were all a bit more extroverted him, which he was mostly thankful for since it brought him out of his shell when necessary. Like when Yeonjun invited him to go shopping in Seoul with his friend from his Songwriting class. That’s how he met you.

The two of you got along really well, and soon enough the two of you became the ones in the group that the others teased for being in love with each other. The thing was, Soobin wasn’t like his friends when it came to relationships. He had never spoken to a girl romantically, let alone been in a relationship. He wasn’t brave enough to make the first move; hell, he got nervous when the group would hang out and the only available place to sit was next to you. His cheeks bloomed with blush when you complimented him. He couldn’t even imagine asking you out.

You on the other hand, had been in a handful of relationships since high school, some more serious than others. You usually weren’t the one to commence a relationship, but you had done so a couple of times. The fateful day the three of you went shopping in Seoul was in the beginning of May, and for the next couple of months you found yourself falling for the younger, but taller, boy. However, you were left wondering if he felt the same as he never made a move on you. Fortunately, Yeonjun and Sooyoung came to the rescue, setting up a movie night for the group where everyone but you and Soobin cancelled last minute, leaving the two of you alone at the movie theater lobby wondering where everyone else was.

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Caught (Part Two)

Disclaimers: All “Save Me” webtoon and BTS MV/highlight reel/film references and plots belong to BTS and BigHit. All pictures of Kim Taehyung belong to BTS and BigHit, I just edited them for my header. The picture of BTS came from Vogue Japan, I just edited it for my header.

A Note from Kutemouse: Hey all! Thank you so much for your patience. I am feeling a lot better now. Hopefully, I stay healthy and energized until the next baby comes around 😉 I am nearing 200 followers and am considering opening requests again as a massive “Thank you for continuing to follow me despite my slow af updates” 😂 Look out for an announcement in that regard!

Age Recommendation: 21+ (this is NOT one for youngsters, kuties, and is MOST DEFINITELY NSFW)

Genre: Mafia!AU w/ BTS, Yandere!BTS, Yandere!Taehyung

Warnings: As always, swears. Taehyung drugged Y/n like the ass he is. Super sexy daddy Taehyung. Restraints are used. LOTS of dialogue (sorry, not sorry!). Taehyung is kind of a matured version of a fuckboy? Begging. Yeonjun doesn’t give a damn. Bargaining. Negotiations. Taehyung has blackmail pics of sexual acts on his phone. Y/n considers staking Taehyung (I would too, tbh). Tae’s pretty forceful and we discover he *may or may not* have a choking kink.

To be clear, there is no actual sex in this part. No non-con. Nothing too crazy… yet 😜

Word Count: ‘Bout 3.7k

Summary: Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

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Caught (Taehyung Series, Yandere, Smut, Angst) Part Two ~ The Proposal

Soft thoughts floated through my consciousness, rousing me slowly from slumber. “Is it morning already? Where’s Chanwook? This doesn’t smell like my room.”

With a groan, I opened my eyes, something heavy and large pounding through my head.

“Welcome back, baby girl.”

My eyes darted to the figure sitting in front of me, hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. My entire body jerked away from him when I realized I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Both hands and feet were secured with zip ties to the chair I was in. “Damn you, Kim Taehyung!” I grunted, my speech slightly slurred.

He merely chuckled, tapping a long finger against his bottom lip. “It’s just a precaution. Can’t have you getting away, now can we?”

“What the hell do you want?” I spat.

He leaned forward, the flickering light from the nearby fireplace catching on his sharp jawline. “Isn’t it obvious?”

I narrowed my eyes in response.

Taehyung stood, circling my chair until he was out of sight. “I want to make up for lost time, baby girl. I missed you.”

I couldn’t help the scoff that made its way past my lips. “I obviously didn’t miss you!”

He suddenly reappeared at the corner of my vision, causing me to whip my head around. Gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he loomed menacingly over me. “I know you didn’t,” he growled. “No visits, no letters… the entire time I was in prison, I kept waiting for something from you.”

“So that’s what this is about,” I snapped, squirming out of his grip. “Revenge. You want to make me suffer for leaving you behind and living my own life.”

Taehyung slammed a large hand on the back of the chair, making me jump. “Enough!”

He leaned down until his inky eyes were level with mine, boring a hole straight through my soul. “You’re here for my pleasure, baby. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“Taehyung, please!” My tone, no longer snarky, was laced instead with sheer and utter panic.

“Please let me go,” I begged. “I have people who will be worried about me, people who will send the police to come looking for me.”

“No you don’t,” Taehyung said, holding up my phone with a smirk. “A few texts and a couple of social media posts here and there should keep them away.”

My heart sank as I realized the extent of his words. “Taehyung, please,” I said, desperately throwing what shreds of my dignity I had left out the window. “Just let me go. I’m sorry I didn’t write to you while you were in prison, okay? That was wrong of me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he leered down at me. “As if that will be enough to satisfy me,” he growled. “You owe me, Y/n.”

“Then tell me what you fucking want! To scare me?! You’ve already accomplished that. To teach me a lesson?! Consider this lesson learned!”

I glared up at him defiantly. “If money is what you’re really after, my fiancè will pay good money to get me back.”

Taehyung laughed, his sinister chuckles reverberating off the walls. “Do I look like I need money?” he asked, gesturing around. Even in the dim firelight, I could tell the room we were in was large, the floors richly carpeted, the furniture rich and expensive. I gaped at my former lover in disbelief. Back in our school days, Taehyung could barely afford to take me on a date let alone afford a place like this. Then again, I didn’t know where I was. What if it was all a ruse?

Taehyung knelt in front of me before reaching a hand out, causing me to flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, tenderly stroking a strand of hair away from my face. “Don’t you get it, Y/n? I don’t want money or revenge, or to teach you a lesson. What I want most… is you.”

I shied away from his touch, my eyes widening, my throat closing up. My next words came out in a choked whisper. “But why?”

Taehyung shook his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, a smirk spreading over his lips. “Enough. Here’s my offer, Y/n. You will stay with me for one year. 365 days, to be exact. If you still want to go back to your old life after that year, I’ll let you go. However…”

He trailed off, allowing what he was saying to sink in. I immediately began shaking my head, but he stopped my protests with a finger over my lips. “However,” he continued, his tone more forceful. “If you choose to stay, you may stay.”

I pulled back as if his finger had burned me. “I will never choose to stay,” I spat.

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. “Have it your way. But just so you know, that year begins only when you agree to my proposal… not a moment sooner.”

“What if I refuse to agree?”

He smirked. “Then you’ll be in this room for a long time, won’t you baby girl?”

Anger bubbled up beneath my skin, causing my limbs to shake. “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung!”

His smirk only grew. “Only if you’re good.”

He turned on his heel and exited out a door, throwing light over his silhouette for a brief moment before he closed it behind him. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, but no one came. I wondered if anyone could even hear me.

After a few hours, exhaustion overtook me, and despite my best efforts to stay awake, I began to nod off, my head lolling back against the chair.

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“Miss Park?” a voice said, bringing me out of sleep. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. Glancing around, I found myself in a spacious bedroom with lavish furniture and a large, smoldering fireplace. Sunlight streamed in through large windows that graced one wall of the room, overlooking a large courtyard.

I was tied to a high-backed chair upholstered in soft, red fabric, a similar chair where Taehyung had sat only hours before in front of me. “Miss Park?” the voice asked again, and I glanced sideways to see Yeonjun standing there, a tray in his hands.

He smiled a bit. “Glad to see you’re awake. I have breakfast for you.”

“I don’t want it,” I immediately said.

“Trust me, it’s not been tampered with,” he said, setting the tray on a nearby empty desk. He picked up a piece of toast and bit into it. “See?”

“Fine,” I sighed. “But what about these restraints? I can’t exactly eat with my hands tied.”

Yeonjun pulled out a switchblade, flicking it open. I flinched and shut my eyes before feeling the sudden release of pressure around my wrists and ankles. I pried open my eyelids to see that Yeonjun had cut the zip ties off, angry red marks left where they’d cut into my skin.

He led me to the desk, sitting me down in the chair behind it. “Eat,” he ordered.

I reluctantly took a bit, chewing slowly. There were no funny tastes or smells, no indication that any of it was poisoned or tampered with. I realized I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. Hunger overtook my senses, and I ravenously finished every bite.

“Glad you liked it,” Yeonjun remarked, taking the tray and empty dishes.

I grabbed hold of his arm just before he walked away. “Yeonjun, please,” I pleaded. “Help me. Let me go.”

“Sorry, Miss Park,” he said, shrugging me off. “That won’t be possible.”

“Please!” I shouted, my voice hoarse as he shut and locked the door firmly behind him.

At least he didn’t tie me up again. I glanced around, looking for anything I could use as a weapon or method of escape. Nothing sharp was in immediate reach, but maybe I could smash a piece of furniture, make a stake of some sort?

I picked up a small wooden stool, intent on throwing it as hard as I could when the sound of the lock clicking made me freeze.

The door suddenly flew open and I dropped the stool, the clatter softened by the carpet. Unfortunately for me, Taehyung’s sharp eyes caught everything. “None of that now, baby girl,” his deep lilt rumbled. He kicked the stool even farther away from me, clicking his tongue tauntingly.

“Fuck you, Taehyung,” I muttered, refusing to look at him.

He stepped close in front of me, his dark eyes drawing me in despite the hate surging beneath my skin. “Maybe later,” he said, his tone teasing. “But for now, I just want to know if you’ve thought any more about my proposal.”

“I have. The answer is, and always will be, no.”

Taehyung smirked. “If you say so.”

He stood and began circling me the same way he had last night. I couldn’t help the way my eyes slid over his well-dressed figure, trying to size him up. Black slacks hugged his calves and thighs, setting off his Italian leather shoes nicely, leading up to a belt hugging the curve of his waist. Taehyung’s collared shirt was also black, loosely unbuttoned at the neck, with sleeves pushed up to his elbows exposing sun-kissed skin. Rings decorated his large hands, and his dark, curly hair spilled over his eyes like he’d just woken up.

My disgusted consciousness snapped me back to reality, making me shake my head a few times.

“Fine, I’ll play your game,” Taehyung said suddenly. “I’ll sweeten the deal. As you’ve noticed, I’m quite well-off. So, as a thank-you for your cooperation, I’ll buy you a gift of your choice. Money is no object.”

“I don’t want a gift,” I snapped. “I want you to let me go.”

“Oh, come now,” he taunted, once again stepping close to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. The warmth from his palms sank through my blouse into my skin.

“There has to be something you want. A designer outfit? An all-expenses paid trip?”

“I don’t want anything but my freedom,” I protested, shrugging out of his grip. “Taehyung, you can’t just buy me off like that, I’m not some object that you own! You can’t just kidnap me and make me yours!”

“I know that,” he retorted. “That’s why I’m giving you a year. I want you to fall back in love with me because you want to, not because you’re forced to.”

“I don’t want to fall back in love with you. I’ve got my own life, Taehyung! A fiancé, a family, friends!”

Taehyung’s face screwed up in disgust. “Your fiancé is a piece of shit,” he spat. “Do you know what he’s been doing while you’ve been working late nights trying to obtain your dreams?”

I shook my head, my mouth parting in disbelief. “You’re lying.”

“These pictures don’t lie,” Taehyung said, opening his phone and shoving it toward me. Displayed on the screen was Chanwook, your supposedly loving fiancé, drilling into a woman you didn’t recognize from behind. His face was contorted in pleasure, sweat dripping down his naked torso. That wasn’t even the worst part, though. Shock shuddered through your veins as you recognized your penthouse apartment, your bed, one of your engagement photos standing upright on the night table next to the couple.

Taehyung gently took his phone back. “There are more, but I don’t think you want to see them,” he murmured. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Fuck off,” I muttered, turning away from him.

“I really am sorry.” He reached out a finger and tenderly stroked my cheek.

“I said, fuck off!” I shouted, slapping his hand away.

With a low growl, Taehyung shoved me backward, causing me to land with a yelp on the bed. He crawled over me, one hand snaking around my throat, the other gripping my wrist, pinning me down. He pressed a knee between my legs, pushing against my center. I instinctively leaned back, trying to get as far away from him as I could, exposing all the skin of my neck to him. He trailed his lips lightly over my jaw, his hand around my throat squeezing briefly before wandering down, lingering over my breast, landing on my waist and squeezing there.

My breath came out in short, panicked gasps, my eyes watering from the possibility of what was to come. Fear clenched my heart, but at the same time, a small part of me wanted to succumb. His scent drifted over me, taking me back to the days we used to do this willingly, hours upon hours spent wrapped around each other under the sheets in endless pleasure. It didn’t help that he still wore the same cologne. I used to worship that smell, stealing Taehyung’s clothes whenever I could so during the nights we spent apart, I still had a piece of him. I felt my body betraying me, my core clenching, desire oozing from between my folds, reacting to the pressure from Taehyung’s knee.

“I won’t touch you,” Taehyung hissed, his voice low and deep, each one of his exhales over my skin setting my nerves on fire. “Not until you say you want me.”

He released me all at once, taking a step back to view the sweaty, terrified mess he made of me with relish. “But if I were you, I wouldn’t provoke me.”

My body wracked out a sob I’d been trying to keep contained as I sat up. “Taehyung, please,” I begged. “Let me go.”

My ex-boyfriend knelt down in front of me, gently grasping my jaw with both hands and swiping away my tears with his thumbs. “Sorry, baby girl. Not going to happen. I need you too much.”

“Please,” I sobbed. “Please.”

He stood and left, the door shutting behind him sounding like the final note to my death march.

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A week passed without seeing him. The only time I saw anyone was when Yeonjun brought me meals every few hours, three times a day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Each time he asked me the same question. “Have you reconsidered Mr. Kim’s proposal?”

Each time my answer was always a firm, “No.” After a few days, I stopped attempting to escape. Even unrestrained, it was futile. One time, I’d even thrown a chair at the window, but it didn’t even scratch the pane. I slammed my fists against the glass, frustrated. What kind of paranoid asshole put bulletproof glass in his bedroom windows?

Before I could take that thought any further, the door opened, announcing the arrival of Yeonjun and breakfast. “Good morning, Miss Park,” he said.

“Morning,” I mumbled half-heartedly.

“Have you reconsidered Mr. Kim’s proposal?”

I sighed, defeated. “Actually, I have some questions. Is there any way I can speak to him?”

In reality, my answer was still floating in the ballpark of no, but I wanted to get Taehyung in here to at least see if I could negotiate some terms of my own. I had to try.

“I’ll let Mr. Kim know you want to speak with him,” Yeonjun said, uncertainty in his tone. “Miss Park, if I may be so bold, I think you should take him up on his proposal.”

My eyes snapped to his. “Seriously? How could you say that to me?”

“Easy,” he said, taking a step back. “I just mean, if you’re intent on going back home, wouldn’t the quickest way be to settle with him and get the year over with?”

I hung my head, knowing he was right. With all this time to think, I had come to the same conclusion. I hated giving in, but it seemed to be the fastest way to obtain my freedom.

“There have to be conditions though, right?”

“Naturally.”

“That’s why I need to speak with him. I want to negotiate some terms of my own.”

Yeonjun’s face broke out in a smile. “Very well, Miss Park. I’ll tell him.”

“Thank you.”

It was nearly dark when Taehyung finally came to see me. I continued staring out the window, arms folded across my chest, ignoring him. “Baby girl,” he murmured, stepping close behind me and rubbing his palms up and down my forearms. “I heard you wanted to see me.”

I turned and stepped out of his reach. “I didn’t want to see you,” I snapped. “I just wanted to discuss the terms of your proposal. I have some conditions.”

“Alright then,” he said, sitting down and gesturing to me to sit as well. I continued to stand. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to be able to call my aunt every so often.”

Taehyung’s dark eyes narrowed. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll call using the speakerphone. The phone doesn’t have to be anywhere near me. That way if I say anything you don’t like, you can cut the call short. I just want to hear her voice, let her know I’m okay.”

He sighed. “Fine. Anything else?”

“I want to know where you’ve taken me. Where I am.”

“All you need to know is that we’re still in Korea,” he replied. “My countryside villa. See baby? I told you I’d buy us a house in the country.”

Taehyung flashed me a boxy grin that brought memories of the boy I loved in high school flooding back like a river bursting through a dam. I squeezed my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms, grounding myself.

“However, I should warn you,” he said, his tone less playful and more menacing. “There are no nearby cities or towns. If you run, all you’ll find are miles and miles of woods. We’re very well-hidden here, and I intend to keep us that way.”

“Fine,” I sighed. “Don’t tell me where we are, I don’t care.”

“If you’re finished,” he said, standing up and stepping close to me once more. “I have some terms of my own.”

I scoffed. “You’ve already kidnapped me, Taehyung, what more do you want?”

“Nothing much. I’m merely smoothing out the details,” he said, his deep lilt causing my chest to tighten.

“Fine,” I snapped, shoving my emotions down.

“When I said I wanted you to be with me for an entire year, I meant it,” he replied, his inky eyes catching on mine. “So wherever I go, you go with me.”

“Fine.”

“And you don’t try to escape.”

I tossed him a glare. “You can’t honestly expect me to—”

He put a finger over my lips, silencing me. “You try to escape, I’ll put you back in this room, and your year will start over once you begin behaving properly again.”

I slapped his hand away. “God, fine!”

Taehyung smirked. “So you agree?”

“Yes, I fucking agree!”

“Excellent.”

He strode towards the door and held it open for me. “Well? Aren’t you coming?”

I practically ran out of the room I’d spent the last few days in, desperate to behold a new view, to breathe fresh air. A large hallway met my eyes, with doors leading to who knew where. Taehyung grabbed my hand and tugged me after him as I tried to take it all in. So the expensive furniture and spacious room weren’t a facade. He actually was extremely wealthy if he owned this place.

We rounded a corner and walked through a gallery, opulent pieces of art hanging on each side of us, rounding another corner only to tread down a large staircase. “Taehyung, is this your home?” I asked, my voice high and soft with disbelief.

He hummed in response. “Actually, it’s only one of my homes. It’s my favorite one, though.”

I balked at his response. The Taehyung I knew could never, ever afford such luxuries. Intertwining his fingers through mine, he continued to lead me past a dining room, a living room where I caught sight of a pool in the backyard, through two sets of double doors, until we entered a spacious suite covered in colors of soft, dark gray and black. A large mural was embedded into the wall above the massive four-poster bed depicting what looked to be a scene from Greek mythology. I turned, gaping at my surroundings. If I thought the bedroom I’d been locked in was large, this room was absolutely humongous. With the bed in the middle of the room surrounded by expensive furniture and a sitting room off to the side with a door leading to the backyard, I began to feel overwhelmed. How did this happen? How was Taehyung living the life of practical royalty after the state I’d left him in?

I spun slowly, taking it all in, when I saw it. A gorgeous painting depicting a woman whose face was half in shadow, half in light, smiling down at the both of us. My mouth dropped in horror as I recognized my own face. “Fuck,” I muttered, stumbling back. Fear clenched my heart as I wondered just how far Taehyung would take his apparent obsession with me.

“Do you like it?” he asked, mistaking my alarm for awe.

“It’s i-interesting,” I managed to stammer out.

“I had it made so I wouldn’t forget your face. But now that you’re here with me, I won’t need it anymore.”

He gestured around the room. “This is the master suite. My room. You’ll be staying here for the time being. Anything of mine is yours.”

“Wait… you’re giving me your room?”

Taehyung chuckled. “No, Y/n. You’re staying in my room with me.”

I shook my head. “No, absolutely not. I refuse!”

He cocked an eyebrow and stepped close, causing me to avert my eyes. “The agreement was that you stay with me and go where I go. That includes where I go in my own house.”

I could feel my anger rising, threatening to burst out, but I calmed it as best I could. “Fine,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Your things have been collected and brought here,” Taehyung said, turning away from me. “Feel free to unpack and shower. I’ll bring you something to eat later.”

“Are you going somewhere?” I asked flippantly.

He turned back just long enough to toss me a cheeky smirk. “Just have to go clean up a little mess is all. Be back soon.”

“Wait,” I said, stopping him in his tracks. “What happened to, ‘I go where you go?’”

“Not this time, baby girl,” he replied, walking out of the suite and leaving me alone.

I glanced around. “Agreement or no agreement,” I thought. “I’ve got to get out of here.”

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Part Three Coming Eventually!! 😂

Cutie Pie Kai (Huening Kai One-Shot, Fluff)

Disclaimers: I don’t own the gif I used for my header (obviously) 😁 Creator is credited.

A Note from Kutemouse: So I came up with this idea while re-watching TxT’s interview with Buzzfeed, you know the one with the puppies? I highly recommend if you need a daily dose of FREAKING ADORABLE TxT. Anyways, the question was what TxT thought of each other the first time they met, and of course, most of the boys said they thought Huening Kai was cute, and he seemed to kind of roll his eyes and be like, “Yes, yes, I know I’m cute, thank you.” It made me laugh, and then I dreamt up this one-shot. Enjoy!

(Unedited except for a brief spellcheck)

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Warnings: Maybe like one swear, idk.

Word Count: There are words.

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Cutie Pie Kai (Huening Kai One-Shot, Fluff)

You watched bits and pieces of the interview between packing up all the makeup supplies. You had just graduated high school, but thanks to your older sister being a full-time makeup artist for Tomorrow x Together, you were able to land an internship working closely with her. It mostly consisted of coffee runs and endless cleaning of brushes, but you knew this was the opportunity of a lifetime.

The interview went smoothly, of course. TxT had been preparing for interviews since the day they started training. Most notable was the question about the members’ first impressions of each other. Yeonjun and Taehyun told Huening Kai they thought he was cute when they first saw him, and if you hadn’t been watching him closely, you would’ve missed the brief eyeroll he gave at their answers. “Yes, yes, I know I’m cute, thank you,” he replied.

After the interview was a photoshoot, group shots first, then individuals. Huening Kai was the last to finish, leaving you alone with him in the dressing room as you carefully wiped off his makeup. The only event left on TxT’s schedule was a lengthy practice, and you wanted to make sure Huening Kai wasn’t sweating off makeup and, in doing so, causing his perfect, porcelain skin to break out. He sighed, slouching in the chair as you worked. “Something wrong?” you asked.

“No. Well, maybe.”

You hesitantly put down the wipe. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just… everyone always tells me how cute I am, but that’s all they see. Then you have Soobin or Yeonjun, and everyone always talks about how manly and sexy they are.” Huening Kai’s lips turned out in the cutest pout you’d ever seen, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling at the irony.

“Well, sexiness doesn't equate to manliness,” you replied, grabbing a puff and soaking it with cleansing water. "You can be cute and manly."

“Yeah, I know. They just have a different appeal, a more mature appeal. Meanwhile, I’m over here, and all my fans ask for is, ‘Aegyo! Aegyo!’”

Huening Kai sighed, putting his face in his hands. “I just don’t know how much more I can take. I know I have a baby face, but I can be sexy too, you know?”

You glanced at the ceiling and pressed your lips together to keep from snorting out a giggle. “Yeah, of course.”

Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and pinched Kai’s cheek. “But you’re just so damn cute, who could help themselves?”

“Quit it!” he said, batting your hand away, but his brown eyes danced with mischief.

You reached out and began running the puff over Huening Kai’s gorgeous skin when he caught your wrist, stopping your movements. “Do you really think that, though? That I’ll never be more than ‘The cute one?’”

The playfulness from earlier dissipated, leaving you looking into Kai’s eyes, large with earnestness. “Uh, um,” you stammered, taking a step back. “I dunno. I think people think that right now because you’re so young, but maybe as you grow older, they’ll think differently.”

“Hmmm.” Huening Kai leaned back in his chair. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you replied, zipping up your bag. “Well, you’re all finished. I’ll see you in two days for that photoshoot.”

“Right.”

You turned to leave, but had barely twisted the doorknob when Huening Kai’s voice stopped you. “Wait.”

You looked back to see him stand and slowly stalk towards you, his eyes dark and hooded. “Is that what you think of me?”

“Wh-What?”

“You think all I can be is cute for the next few years?”

“N-No, that’s not what I-”

He was so close now you could smell his cologne, some type of citrus scent mixed with mint. He towered over you, making you shrink against the door, your hand still on the knob. Kai gently placed his hands on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him, his rose-pink lips turned up in a smirk. “Still think I’m cute?” he asked, his voice low.

You couldn’t bring yourself to breathe let alone answer. Despite being in close proximity to the gorgeous members of TxT, you’d always restricted your attraction to any of them, Huening Kai in particular, to admiring them from a safe, professional distance. Now here you were, confronted with your crush head-on.

Huening Kai’s eyes bore into your own. “Because I think you’re cute.”

He leaned down, and you instinctively turned your face away. “Hyuka… Wh-What are you doing?”

Humming in response, Huening Kai pressed his lips against the skin of your neck, causing you to sigh as tingles erupted all over your body. He continued to kiss you, his lips getting closer and closer to yours, eliciting small gasps of delight from you. When you could no longer take it, you wound your hands in his soft, dark hair and pulled his face toward yours, colliding your mouth against his in the sweetest kiss.

The push and pull between your lips and his continued as he pressed you back into the door, one of his hands finding refuge on the small of your back, the other caressing your jaw. The two of you broke apart only when voices from the hall floated towards you, reminding you both where you were. You stared at Huening Kai in shock for a moment before busying yourself with packing up the rest of your makeup supplies.

“So, uh, I guess I’ll see you in a couple days,” he said.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“Hey,” he said softly, gently grasping your jaw and turning your face towards his. He stared into your eyes for a moment before smirking. “Cutie pie.”

You scoffed in response as Huening Kai opened the door. “Oh, and Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t ever call me cute again.” His dark eyes smoldered as his eyes slowly roamed up and down your body, causing you to swallow hard.

He winked before shutting the door, leaving you to ponder what the hell just happened. Well, you knew one thing for sure. You’d never think of Huening Kai as ‘cute’ again.

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