MOON IM- Yesterday I Was Raving About How There Needs To Be A Foursome With The 3Js And You Delivered

MOON IM- yesterday i was raving about how there needs to be a foursome with the 3Js and 🥵🥵🥵🥵 you delivered lovely. THIS IS SO HOT.

floored | jhs, jjk, pjm

synopsis: in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you're interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, "the more, the merrier", right?

pairing: hoseok x f!reader | jungkook x f!reader | jimin x f!reader

wc: 5.2k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | est. rel. & idol au | smut

warnings: pwp • foursome • oral (m. & f. receiving) • unprotected sex • multiple orgasms • semi-public sex • fingering • light spanking • creampie • dirty talk • name calling (pet) • slight edging • a brief appearance of moon's mirror kink

author's note: part of the bccsg event where i re-did an old work.

credit

m.list | ao3

The clock chimes five times when you look up from your assignment. Bleary-eyed, you have no idea how late it has gotten, the office deserted save for the few janitors starting their jobs. You yawn and stretch, finally feeling the soreness of your back after spending hours hunched over your computer.

Pulling a duffel bag from underneath your desk, you rummage through its contents, going through the mental checklist to make sure that you have all your things for your sleepover with your boyfriend.

The two of you often have opposite schedules and as Hoseok's fame grows, the time you spend with him shrinks. After planning for months, you've finally found a time where your schedules matched up. A weekend full of lounging around in your pajamas while watching movies and eating your weight in junk food is just what the doctor ordered. You exit your office building with a bounce in your step, humming happily while thinking of Hoseok.

The walk to the train station from your workplace is short but the throng of people waiting to get inside the cars causes a significant delay. You really should've left earlier. Sighing, you busy yourself with your phone, trying to keep your space in line and occasionally glaring at an unfortunate soul that dares to tread over your foot.

A small beep from your phone breaks you from your thoughts. You turn it on, seeing the happy faces of you and Hoseok together. He's sent a message.

my sunshine: @ the dance studio! :) can't wait for you!

You smile at the text. Although your weekend is free reign, Hoseok must still be busy trying to perfect his dance moves for a future performance. His dedication to his craft is one of the reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place. There's something comforting in his eyes as you watch it twinkle when he talks about an upcoming concert or when he manages to perfect a particularly hard move.

After the last straggler leaves the train car, you are ushered inside by the people behind you, a wave of bodies pushing to get inside. You lean against a pole as you watch the scenery of stops pass you by. The city is bathed in oranges and yellows, the sun waving its last goodbyes as the train lurches on. When the robot assistant informs you of your stop, the platform is thankfully empty and you're able to make your way outside without bumping into any more bodies before sending a quick text to inform Hoseok of your whereabouts.

You almost trip on the uneven sidewalk when your phone chimes and you open up the text to find a picture of a half-naked Hoseok smiling devilishly attached to his message.

my sunshine: cum quickly ;)

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The speed in which you walk into the dance studio could rival a particularly cartoonish blue hedgehog. You spare the receptionist a quick wave and he only nods in response, a barely there smile gracing his lips before his eyes return to the computer in front of him.

Your sneakers squeak on the hardwood flooring when you turn sharply into the corridor lined with darkened practice rooms. It doesn't take a genius to find where Hoseok is located, especially with the heavy bass thrumming out of the only occupied room.

Peeping inside, you are struck with the image of your very sweaty boyfriend hip-thrusting the air before standing up and turning his body in a series of twists. When the song ends, he goes down on one knee, arms outstretched before pulling them close to his chest. With his eyes falling close, he paints a heart-wrenching picture of agony. He posed for an additional second, trying not to breathe too hurriedly before standing up and moving towards the Bluetooth speakers.

The image of Hoseok on his knees burns into your mind, and you whimper softly, feeling a familiar stickiness between your legs. Before your thoughts travel further, you knock on the door and let yourself in. “Wow, Hoseok, that was amazing!” you cheer, dropping your bag on the floor as you run towards him.

Hoseok’s eyes widen as you get closer, and you barely spare him a fraction of a second to catch you as you leap into the air. He’s thankfully able to wrap his arms around your waist with an ‘oof’, laughing loudly when you collide to his chest. Hoseok spins you around before kissing your hair and putting you down. "Hi, I've missed you too," he whispers softly before claiming your mouth with his.

The sudden kiss does you no favors and you inhale his familiar cologne as you pull him closer, hands fisting the front of his shirt. You nibble on his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from his throat. The sound makes your head swim, making you focus on the cloud of lust that fogs your mind. Just as your tongue traces his bottom lip, he pulls away and you gasp sharply at the sudden lack of warmth.

"I'm sweaty," he answers to your unspoken question.

"Hoseok, I don't care…" you whine. "I want you. Here. Right now."

"Have you eaten?" he asks instead, holding you at arm’s length. "Let's order food and go home."

You tilt your chin to the side, eyes turning into slits. You answer his question with a pointed one of your own, "What's gotten into you?"

Hoseok shuffles from foot to foot, the corners of his mouth forming a small triangle. "I guess I'm just a little nervous. We haven't seen each other in a while."

"I'm a little nervous too," you admit. "Tell you what – let’s just go home and enjoy some movies, yeah? I'm ready to stuff myself full of popcorn." You give him your best smile, threading your fingers in his to ease the tension.

Thankfully, Hoseok nods and returns your smile with a blinding one of his own, dipping his head down to kiss you gently, murmuring 'thanks' into your parted lips. You press your bodies together again, circling your arms around his neck to tug at the ends of his hair. The kiss is slow, your lips gliding together in a silent conversation as Hoseok's hands massages your hips. A sigh escapes your lips when you part and you press your foreheads together, your bodies swaying to a silent rhythm only the two of you can hear.

"Ready?" you whisper, pulling away to grab your bag.

Hoseok stands in place. There’s an odd tone in his voice when he calls your name, and you turn around to catch a quick glimpse of his set jaw before he pulls you by the waist and crashes his lips back on yours.

"I lied," he rasps between kisses, breathing heavily as his hand travels down to squeeze your ass. "I don't think I can wait any longer."

You whimper when Hoseok slips his tongue into your parted mouth, drinking you in as he lowers you to the floor. He grunts when you scrape your teeth along his tongue, and he rolls his hips into your centre to retaliate.

You're a mess. Back pressed against the hardwood flooring. Still fully clothed.

"Are you dripping for me already, baby?" he whispers, removing himself from your sweet lips to latch onto your neck instead.

"Fuck yes," you moan, tilting your head to expose more of your throat while your hands busy themselves in his platinum blonde hair. "Hoseok, you fee—"

Your moans are interrupted when the door opens suddenly, a familiar voice calls out from the doorway.

"Hey, Hobi, are you still practi—Oh, shit! Sorry!”

You push Hoseok away with a yelp, wide eyes staring straight to the doorway to meet two pairs of equally stunned, brown eyes belonging to Jimin and Jungkook.

"Umm… hey guys," you chuckle awkwardly, face heating up in embarrassment.

Thank God you're still clothed.

The two statues remain impassive and the silence that covers the studio feels like a heavy blanket, threatening to push the air from your lungs. You turn to Hoseok, eyes begging him to say something, but to your surprise, he offers them a lopsided grin at the boys as though you weren't just caught dry humping on the practice room floor.

"So, what are you guys up to tonight?" Hoseok asks with a slight tilt to his voice.

What the fuck was he playing at?

Jimin gulps, blinking furiously before grabbing Jungkook by the arm to tug him away, but the youngest member wouldn't budge, eyes glued to your sitting figure on the floor.

"Kook, let's go,"Jimin hisses, shaking the youngest’s arm in an attempt to haul him away from the doorframe. "Holy shit, really sorry to bother you!" he calls out, but just before the door slams shut behind him, Hoseok calls out to the retreating figures.

"Wait!"

Your wide eyes haven't left your boyfriend's face. His jaw is set and there's a familiar tilt of his chin that's evident when he thinks. Though he's staring at the two men in the doorway, when he talks, he's addressing you. "You're more than welcome to say no, but we've talked about our fantasies before and this seems like the best situation as any.”

To say you’re confused is an understatement, and you scrunch your brows to the centre of your forehead. “What are you talking about, babe?”

“I mean, how about a foursome?"

The way Hoseok utters the question is as though he’s wondering what you want to eat for dinner. You gape openly at your boyfriend, unable to believe your ears. "What the fuck?"

Hoseok finally turns to you and offers a cheeky smile. "Okay, when we first started dating, you said you had a dream where Jungkook and Jimin—"

"Shut the fuck up!" you shriek, lunging at your boyfriend to clamp his mouth shut with your palm. "You swore you'd keep it a secret!"

"I didn't even get to finish," he mumbles into your hand followed by a laugh. “But, hey, here’s your chance to turn it into reality. Only if you want to though.”

You gulp, searching his face to see if he’s joking. Hoseok shrugs and you could only muster a small nod because you’re sure your voice would break should you try to speak at this rate.

Hoseok seizes your hands and turns your body so you sit between his legs. You whimper out loud when you feel his hard cock pressed up against your back. He hums approvingly, his hand coming to cup your chin, tilting your head gently to the side so he could nibble the shell of your ear.

"The two of you need to consent too," he smiles to the two younger men. "And, hey, we can act like this never happened if you choose to walk out the door."

Jungkook steps in almost immediately, wrestling out of Jimin’s hold to walk towards where you’re currently sitting. He kneels on the floor in front of you, his wide, brown eyes staring up at you. "I'd love to join in, if you'll have me," he whispers, giving you a small smile that shows off his dimples. You can only nod, offering your own smile to Jungkook.

“Jimin?” Hoseok asks and you turn your gaze to the last dark-haired man standing on the doorway, his hand still stuck on the handle. “Come on, make your decision. We can’t keep a lady waiting, yeah?”

The younger man says nothing, but you watch him swallow. It takes a little bit for Jimin to decide, but when he closes the door and locks it behind him, your heart speeds up; a nervous anticipation flowing in your bloodstream. His footsteps are slow as he makes his way to the three of you before he sinks to his knees, eyes searching your face for any discomfort. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jimin questions, a comforting lilt in his voice.

You nod furiously, only for Jimin’s eyes to darken and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. You wince at the harsh sound, wondering what you did in the last few seconds that caused his frown. When he speaks, his voice is much deeper, “Use that pretty mouth of yours to talk, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you mutter quietly, barely a whisper.

Jimin reaches out and thumbs at your lower lip, eyes flickering between you and Hoseok. You feel Hoseok’s hand on your back as you lean forward, eyes closing when Jimin gets closer to meet your lips.

“Mmh—” you moan into the kiss, crawling over to sit on his lap.

Your hips take a mind of its own as you grind down on his hardening length. Jimin gasps into the kiss before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You feel an extra set of hands under your shirt and you break apart from Jimin to turn around to find Jungkook, eyes half-lidded as he leans down to take a turn with your lips. Jimin attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking gently on the base of your throat before moving higher to trail kisses over your jaw.

“Pretty,” Jimin husks, his hands tugging the hem of your blouse.

You break apart momentarily to discard your shirt and bra, squishing your tits together and smirking at the three set of eyes that stare at your naked chest. “Like what you see?” you mumble, your hands coming up to pinch your own nipples.

Rolling your eyes when they don’t react, you turn to grab Hoseok’s hand to place it over your tit. “Don’t just sit there,” you whine. “Touch me.”

It’s all the push the stunned figures need before they jump into action. Hoseok groans as he massages your tits, his expert and familiar hands warm on your body. Jungkook grabs your face in his tattooed hand to steal more kisses after discarding his own shirt, providing you with ample view of his muscled chest and abs. You rake your hands across his chest, thumbing his own nipples and you feel proud when you hear Jungkook groan.

“Fuck—you’re so hot,” Jungkook grunts into the kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Jimin slowly lowers you down to the floor, kneeling down between your legs to take off your pants. He kisses your thighs and you gasp into Jungkook’s mouth, arching your chest forward to Hoseok’s awaiting hands. A hand winds itself in Jimin’s black hair, your hips jumping slightly every time his mouth grazes your clothed centre.

Hoseok leans closer to swirl his tongue around your nipple, pinching and tugging the other with his hand. “God, I love your tits,” he mumbles, grazing your sensitive nub with his teeth.

You gasp loudly at the feeling of so many hands all over your body and your mind slips closer to incoherence as you screw your eyes shut to savor the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

“Jimin!” you yelp, tugging the black strands harshly when he pushes your panties to the side to lick a broad stroke from your entrance to your clit. Jimin smiles against your cunt, his finger teasing your pulsing hole as he prods at the entrance while his mouth sucks your folds.

The breath knocks out of you as he shifts his attention to your clit, alternating between sucking and swirling the sensitive nub with his tongue. Without warning, he pushes a finger into your pussy and the groan that escapes your lips was so loud that Jungkook covers your mouth with his hand.

“Be quiet, pet,” the youngest member coos, stroking your hair gently. The nickname makes your shiver and Jungkook grins at your reaction. “Oh, you like that, huh?”

“Nah, be as loud as you want, baby, let’s make the employees that are still here jealous, yeah?” Hoseok snickers before biting down on your tit.

You hear a series of chuckles when you cry out his name, though your senses are muddled because Jimin takes the opportunity to insert another finger into your quivering hole.

“Now, now, you can’t be the only one having fun,” Jungkook chides teasingly, removing your hand from his chest to place it on his hard cock instead. “Fuck, you feel that?” he grunts when your fingers wrap around his length. “You got me so hard.”

With shaky fingers, you pull down his white sweatpants and boxers to release the trapped member and you take a second to admire his cock, standing proudly upright as the purple-ish head begins to release precum. There’s a curve to his cock that you don’t see in Hoseok and you swallow loudly as you imagine taking his length into your throat.

“Come here,” you whisper.

Jungkook helps you sit up, kneeling next to your head as Hoseok extracts himself to just watch, a proud smirk on his face. “You can take Jungkook’s cock in one go, right, baby?” he taunts, stroking your hair as you nod furiously.

Hoseok pushes your head as you wrap your lips around Jungkook’s cock, looking up at the dark-haired man as he hisses. He’s slightly longer than Hoseok and you have a hard time adjusting to his length when he pushes past your lips. When he hits the back of your throat, there’s still a few inches left and you relax your muscles before sinking deeper until your nose brushes the soft curls on his skin. Tears spring into your eyes and Hoseok’s large hand makes it impossible for you to move away, so you breathe in as evenly as you could while your fingers dig into Jungkook’s muscular tights.

“Fuck—your mouth feels so good,” Jungkook shudders as he moans.

“Good girl. I’ve trained you well, hm?” Hoseok whispers, kissing your shoulder as his grip on your hair tightens. “Show him what you can do.”

Despite his words, it’s Hoseok that moves your head in a rhythm and you have no choice but to keep your mouth open as he helps bob your head up and down Jungkook’s length. You keep your eyes on the youngest member, trying desperately not to choke. Hoseok removes his hand from the back of your head, letting Jungkook take control.

Jimin takes the chance to speed up his fingers and you moan around Jungkook’s length. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Jungkook curses, his own hips snapping to meet the thrusts.

Hoseok removes his pants and extracts your hand away from Jimin’s hair, so you could jerk him off simultaneously. You alternate between blowing your boyfriend and Jungkook, your jaw and hands beginning to cramp as the two men crave your attention. Through it all, Jimin’s fingers continue to rub your sweet spot and you add to the harmony of moans with your own as you feel the orgasm approaching quickly.

“Your cunt is clenching so tightly around my fingers, pet.” You hear Jimin rasp from between your legs. “Are you gonna cum soon?”

Your response to Jimin’s question is a muffled whimper as Jungkook plunges his cock into your mouth. The wet squelches and ragged breathing sounds are sharp in your ears, making your toes curl as shockwaves rush down your spine. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly, the waves slamming repeatedly into your battered figure.

“What do you think, Hobi? Should we let her cum?”

You barely hear Jimin’s question, too focused on his fingers slamming repeatedly into your aching cunt. You think you stopped breathing when Jimin slows his thrust, the scream dying in your lips when it’s Hoseok’s turn to stuff your face full of his cock.

“Shit—you’ve been so good to us, huh, baby? What do you think? Do you deserve to cum?” Hoseok grunts, pushing your head down to the hilt.

You attempt to nod, blinking tearily at your boyfriend. Relief floods your chest when Hoseok responds, “Give her a taste. It’s only right that we treat our toy nicely,” and you show your appreciation by licking the tip of his dick and hollowing your cheeks as you suck.

Jimin hums, sounding disappointed, but he picks up his speed, curling and uncurling his fingers inside you as he returns his mouth to suck at your clit. You moan louder, eyes screwing shut as the orgasm continues to build and it takes all your strength to avoid gritting your teeth when electric currents shoot down your spine.

Hoseok’s splays his hand on your tummy, pushing lightly to hold your body in place as you thrash wildly against his hold. You remove yourself from his dick as the coil snaps, waves upon waves of pleasure rendering your mind useless as you cry out Jimin’s name in a hoarse voice, flooding the hardwood floor below with your arousal.

He slows his thrusts before exiting out of your cunt. Jimin drinks your arousal before biting the inside of your thighs, making you yelp. “Good girl,” he praises before bringing his fingers to spread slick over your lips. “Open wide, baby.”

In a drunken haze, you part your lips to let Jimin put his soaked fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around Jimin’s digits, groaning when you taste yourself. The way he’s fucking your mouth with his fingers in combination with the sight of his drenched face and swollen lips has your cunt clenching around nothing, the desire still alive in your veins.

Jimin finally exits your mouth and the three men stare at you while you come down from your high, eyes barely opening. Jungkook moves to situate himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back as he peppers kisses on your shoulders.

“Are you doing okay?” Hoseok asks gently after a while, standing up to grab a cup of water before handing it to you.

You’re grateful as you gulp the water down, the coolness easing your raspy throat before handing the paper cup back to Hoseok’s awaiting hand. After a few deep breaths, you smile brilliantly. “I’m okay, I can’t be the only one that gets to cum, right?”

Hoseok only laughs, kissing the top of your head. “That’s my girl,” he praises. “I’m just gonna watch for a bit. Tell these boys what you want, hm?”

A smirk appears on your lips as gaze flicker between the two dark-haired men. “Fuck me.”

Jimin growls, massaging your thighs harshly before removing his sweatpants. “On your hands and knees, baby,” he commands, patting your thighs as you shakily abide his request. He strokes his cock a few times before positioning the head on your entrance. He doesn’t take the slow approach, parting your ass cheeks before ramming his dick all the way inside of your wet walls in one fluid motion.

“Fuck!” you grunt, your eyes falling shut and you grit your teeth as your walls spasm to accommodate his girth.

When he begins to thrust in slowly, it takes everything in you not to collapse back on the floor, your limbs turning into jelly as Jimin’s cock brushes against your sensitive walls.

“Look in front of you, pet,” Jungkook chuckles, tapping your cheek lightly with his fingers. You open your eyes to a reflection of you in the mirror and you’re barely able to keep looking at the messy hair and ruined makeup. “You’re so fucked out and we’ve barely just started.”

Jungkook kneels in front of your face, blocking your view of the mirror. A proud smile graces his handsome features as he strokes your cheek delicately with his thumb. “Open wide for me, just like last time, yeah?”

You whimper, cunt clenching around Jimin’s length as you remembered the brutal pace Jungkook sets when he fucks your face.

“Shit, you just got tighter,” Jimin hisses from behind. His hands grip your ass cheeks in a steady hold as he increases his pace, the loud slapping of skin against skin ringing in your ears as Jungkook taps your lips with the head of his cock several times.

Opening your mouth wide, Jungkook pushes his cock to the back of your throat, his rhythm matching Jimin. You moan loudly, your limbs shaking with exhaustion as the men use your holes for their own pleasure.

“God, I’m getting jealous here,” Hoseok chuckles, returning to kneel next to your body. “You’re doing so good, baby. You look so pretty taking both of their cocks.”

Hoseok caresses your back, sending shivers down your spine. As you’re rocked back and forth between the two men, Hoseok brings his fingers on your clit, rubbing circular motions on your nub. Your eyes widen instantly, a scream muffled by the cock in your mouth. The sensations are too much and you feel the familiar burn in your abdomen that’s threatening to consume you whole.

“Oh, fuck— you’re so tight for me, baby, I’m going to fucking cum at this rate,” Jimin grunts, body shivering.

“Cum inside me, please,” you beg as you take lungful of air before sucking Jungkook’s cock again.

Jimin groans in response, his thrusts starting to falter. “Fuck! I’m cumming—shit,” he curses, pushing himself deeper as he reaches his high. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the warmth as Jimin paints your insides white with his cum. He thrusts a few times before exiting.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jimin curses, lying down on the hardwood floor as he catches his breath.

Though your face is still stuffed with Jungkook’s cock, you can’t help the satisfied grin on your face after hearing Jimin’s ragged breathing, but it’s soon wiped clean when you feel the blunt head of your boyfriend’s cock against your entrance. “My girlfriend is such a filthy whore. I’m gonna make sure that you don’t waste any of our cum,” he taunts, pushing himself inch by inch.

Your only response is a pathetic whimper, mouth too full of Jungkook’s cock. The younger man hasn’t said much and when you look up past the curtain of tears, it is a sight to behold. Looking like a Greek statue coming to life, Jungkook has his head tipped back, mouth hanging open as he moans quietly. His dark hair is plastered on his face and his brows are tightly drawn to the centre of his forehead as he focuses on his pleasure. Praying that you have enough strength to hold your weight with one hand, your cup his balls and massage them, eliciting a sharp gasp of your name as he picks up his pace.

“Fuck!” Jungkook mutters.

Hoseok exits your cunt, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back in. The hand that was on Jungkook’s balls return to his shapely thighs, your knuckles turning white as you sink your nails on his flesh to hold you steady.

“Baby, how are you still so fucking tight?” Hoseok grunts, slamming into you repeatedly.

Your head is a mess of sensations, the small ember in your abdomen now a blazing fire. Your high arrives much quicker this time, the familiar shape of your boyfriend’s cock sending you into overdrive as he fucks you hard and fast.

“I can’t—” Jungkook grunts. He holds your head with two of his hands and he increases his pace, his balls slapping against your chin. “I’m gonna—fuck!”

With a heaving breath and a long, drawn-out moan of your name, Jungkook thrusts his cock deep into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat. You do your best to drink it all, not letting a drop spill out as you suck, trying to focus on his pleasure before your own. His body shudders as he exits your mouth, painting your lips with the last of his cum as he smirks down at you.

“Shit—that was good,” he comments, breathing shakily as he leans back on the floor with his elbows while taking in lungful of air.

“And then there was one,” Jimin snickers from somewhere behind you. His feet pad softly on the floor until he kneels down by your head. “Such a pretty lipstick you have on, baby.”

Jimin kisses you as Hoseok continues to drive his cock into your battered walls, dragging out your orgasm repeatedly until you’re barely able to kiss Jimin back, your senses clouded with only the thought of your boyfriend’s cock inside of you.

As Jimin pushes his tongue inside your mouth, you feel a rough pair of hands on your tits. You crack your eyelids open to find Jungkook in your periphery, leaning down to kiss your shoulders as he pinches your nipples. Hoseok snakes a hand to rub circles on your clit, breathing staggered as he chants your name.

For the second time that day, the waves of pleasure make your toes curl and you release yourself from Jimin’s mouth to moan. “Hoseok—I’m gonna—” you manage to cry.

Jungkook’s rough hands continue to fondle your tits as he leaves bite marks all over your shoulders. “Let go, pet, we’re right here,” he murmurs into your ear.

“Fuck, I’m close too, baby, I’m gonna fuck my cum deep inside you,” Hoseok groans as he speeds up.

Hoseok shoves his cock deep inside your pussy when your walls spasm around his length, the orgasm washing over both of you in great waves. You feel the hot spurts of cum spilling inside your walls and your nails dig deep into the hardwood floors of the practice room while your body shudders against his grip. There’s a loud ringing in your ears as you come down from your high, and with shaky limbs, you lower yourself onto the cold floor.

You hear three sets of voices coo and praise you, but you’re too far gone to listen. Jimin places your head on his lap, raking your hair with his gentle fingers. You hiss when you feel a warm, damp towel between your legs, though you’re grateful that someone’s helping to clean you up.

“Mmh—need kisses,” you mumble, voice barely audible from the exhaustion. You manage to crack an eye open to find Jungkook leaning over to claim your lips. He parts for a bit to help you sit up and drink water before returning with kisses.

“You’re so good to us, baby,” Hoseok whispers, massaging your thighs with his deft hands.

Gradually, the ringing stops and your vision is no longer spotty. Your legs still feel like jelly as you try to stand and Hoseok chuckles quietly before he helps you into your clothes.

“Did it feel good?” Jungkook asks, stroking your head while you lean on Hoseok’s shoulder.

You nod, the corners of your lips turning up into a smile.

“Well, I’m glad,” Jimin responds with an equally dazzling grin.

The two younger men kiss both your cheeks as you gather your things, leaving you and Hoseok alone in the practice room.

“So, was it a dream come true after all?” he jokes. It earns him a punch on the shoulder, and he pouts playfully.

“Shut up,” you mumble. “Let’s get out of here.”

When the two of you leave the practice room, the receptionist at the desk refuses to meet your eyes as you wave goodbye.

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“Uh—” You stare at the men positioning your piece on the wall, “To the left… A bit to the ri—yes! Perfect!” You smiled.

It was now the final week of November, which means that the gallery show was quickly approaching. It was the final Sunday of the month, so the art museum was super busy this weekend. Being there every day for the past week, only seeing Aera and Tae a handful of times and the rest of the crew maybe once or twice. You felt bad, especially since you and Tae had been doing extremely well, even though you both had very busy schedules, you both still made time for each other; facetiming during breaks, phone calls whenever facetime wouldn’t work, and sometimes even seeing each other during your spare times.

“Thank you again, Y/n for all the help!” Mr. Kang says coming to stand beside you with a proud smile and putting out his hand, turning towards him with a smile of your own offering your hand as well.

“Of course, Mr. Kang!” You answered gleefully, “It’s always a pleasure, really!” Watching as the positioning team leave, bowing in respect as each walks by you, you turn back to Mr. Kang.

“Do you need me to show face this time?”

Mr. Kang chuckled, “If you’d like to, I truly think that these are your best art pieces I have ever seen—please don’t take that the wrong way, but this time around… It seems that you had a very inspirational theme.” You glanced back at your art pieces and couldn’t help but keep the radiating smile off of your face.

Staring at your art pieces, you definitely were inspired with your relationship with Taehyung; the blue hues and the purples in the first two pieces that you had put up, with photographs of black streetlamps plastered in the middle of the canvas, each brush stroke signifying your confusion and your hurt of that particular night; the next painting was of purple—a colour that you seemed to have been gravitating towards as of late—sad eyes stared back at you. Your eyes. The sad eyes that stared at you through the mirror, the sad eyes of a girl that had gotten her hopes up about a man that was keeping his feelings for you tightly under wraps. You wished that you could go back in time and tell her that everything would work out right, that she needs to get out of her own head, push her pride away and make an effort for what she wants—what she deserves.

“You could say that.” You gave him a teasing smile, allowing him to chuckle, clasping his hand on your shoulder before bidding you a goodbye and a reminder to lock up your section of the museum. You walked around the museum a few more times to ensure that all the beautiful pieces were positioned properly, before you were stopped by the sound of your phone going off.

11.28.21 20:01 Taehyung☺: hey pretty girl, we’re outside whenever you’re finished <3

11.28.21 20:01 Taehyung☺: take your time (:

11.28.21 20:02 You: Just doing a final check and then I’m all yours! I’ll be out soon (:<3

Quickly making your rounds, you shut the gates of your section, locking it, and making your way over to security to drop off the key. Grabbing your bag you exit the vicinity, finding a silver Genesis sitting near the front with its hazards on. Smiling to yourself, your heart flutters.

*flashback*

“You look amazing.” Taehyung says breathlessly as he picks you up at your apartment with a grin. It was your 3rd date without Aera, which you weren’t opposed to, sometimes it was nice to have Taehyung all to yourself—but that didn’t mean you felt a piece of your heart missing when the little girl was left to hang out with one of her uncles.

Tonight, the two of you were to grab some dinner and then head over to his house to have a little movie night while Aera was at Mi-ha’s and Joon’s. You decided on a red one shoulder dress, super simple, yet super elegant, matching your nude pumps to top off the look. Unfortunately, even with the heels, you were still shorter than Taehyung, but he wasn’t complaining and neither were you. He sported a black suite with vertical stripes, his hair styled up and parted in the middle, his golden-blonde coloured hair slightly longer in the back, which you thought suited him immensely. You couldn’t stop ogling him until he smirked at you with a quirked eyebrow. Shoving him slightly, he giggled throwing his head back.

After his fit of giggles, Taehyung gestures you to take the purple orchid that he held gently in his hand; something he insists on doing every time he takes you out, so, since you were expecting it already, you cheekily smiled, reaching over to the little shelf to grab the glass vase that was waiting to be filled. Chuckling, Taehyung placed the flower inside the vase.

“Ready?” Taehyung offers his arm, your door shutting gently while you locked it, shoving your keys in your purse.

“Ready.”

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“Hey, Y/n,” Taehyung quietly says as he places his silverware down, wiping his lips with the provided napkin, staring at you. Feeling yourself get nervous, you set down your own cutlery nodding at him with a small grin.

“Does it—“Taehyung clears his throat, “does it ever bother you that, I haven’t mentioned to Aera that we’re dating?” Taehyung’s eyes weren’t on yours as he asks this question, in fact, he was too busy fumbling around with the silver rings that decorated his hands, something that he does when he’s nervous. You sat with a gentle smile on your face as you reached out to him, taking his large hands in yours to stop him from fidgeting, and only then does he look up at you with worry in his eyes.

“Tae…” You whispered rubbing the back of his hands with your thumb in attempts to calm him down, “I understand, we’re in no rush.” You continued to stroke his hand, “And I said I was good with your pace—”

“But you’ve been to our house for hours, you’ve stayed the night a couple of times, had dinner with us,” Taehyung begins to voice out, but you shush him with a gentle smile.

“Taehyung, it’s okay! I promise I’m fine. I’m just happy to be a part of your daily lives,” You say, “I love hanging out with the both of you, going on dinner dates with the both of you, I’m happy with how things are going... What’s the rush?”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, smiling down at your intertwined hands and gripping them tighter, “You’re amazing.” Is all he says as he watches you blush underneath the lights of the restaurant. He doesn’t voice it out, but Taehyung had known for a while that he’s been falling in love with you; but this moment—the reassurance that you’re all about him, all about Aera, that there’s no rush with the process, just the two of you dating with no official labels; he knows that he’s in love with you. Absolutely and utterly in love with you.

And you. You don’t say it either, but the way Taehyung looks at you, eyes twinkling with his boxy smile as he stares at you—how he still holds onto your hands, thumbs grazing your knuckles soothingly as the sounds of cutlery clinking fades around you; you don’t voice it out either, but at this moment you knew, you too, are absolutely and utterly in love with Taehyung.

*Flashback ends*

“Hey!” You smiled at Taehyung as you shut the door to the car, and like clockwork you spin around to see the little girl kicking her feet as she sees you enter the vehicle, a big boxy smile on her face, “Hello, Ms. Aera!” Your hands find their way to tickle her bare feet, her sandals laying on the ground.

“Hewwo!” She giggles waving at you with a boxy grin. Smiling, Taehyung happily pulls out of the front of your work and begins driving.

“How was work?” He asks, eyes still on the road. The streetlights that lit up the dark roads of the city, flashing prettily onto his face that highlight his strong jawline and his perfect side profile. Getting lost in his beautiful face, eyes gazing at him with heart eyes, as people would call it, you find yourself feeling warm and at home. From the way he grips the steering wheel with his left hand, his biceps flexing every time he makes a turn, you often find yourself admiring him. His eyes concentrate on the road and a faint smile lingers on his plush lips, before his eyes glance over at you briefly, “Y/n?” a small smirk makes its way onto his lips as you blush.

“It was okay, not too much happened. How was yours?” You ask him still staring outside as the lights speed past you.

“Me! Me, me, me!!!” Aera screams out before Tae could tell you about his day, the two of you giggling in the front seat as Taehyung’s mini me, restlessly thrashes in her car seat, “I tey you too! Athk me too, Awnty y/n!!!” Turning around, you stare at Aera with a smile.

“Alright, Aera, how was your day, pretty?”

“Gwood! I pway with my toys at gwamas, I ate bu-gogi, en, en, uhm, cookies!” Aera babbles, curiously looking around, “das it!” You giggle to yourself. Taehyung smiles to himself as he hears your laugh, along with his daughter’s, sneakily looking at the rear-view mirror to stare at the little girl smiling at you with teeth on display. It warmed his heart that you and Aera got along well. Super well. He absolutely loves it; he wants nothing more than the woman he’s absolutely smitten over and his daughter—his entire life—getting along and communicating well.

It takes you a moment when you realize that Tae wasn’t driving you home. You could feel yourself beginning to grin when you see the familiar Ferris wheel coming into view. Spinning around to look at the little girl, who’s eyes were already on yours with a cute grin.

“Sum-prise!!!” Aera squeals, kicking her feet causing Taehyung to scold her, but she doesn’t let her smile fall, she shakes her hands with clenched fists with a quieter squeal. It wasn’t long before Taehyung pulled up to a parking spot and parks his car. He turns to look at you with a sheepish smile.

“Hope you don’t mind, Aera really wanted to go tonight so I thought that it’d be a nice surprise!”

“It’s totally fine! I’m so excited!”

You hopped out of the vehicle, while Taehyung got Aera out of her car seat. You were admiring the pretty lights that shone in the sky due to the amusement park. Snapping a picture of it, you feel Aera tug at your pants, staring up at you with a pout, and extending her hand up for you to hold her hand. Graciously taking it, and Tae taking her other, the three of you walked to the entrance to buy tickets.

“What ride do you wanna go on first, Aera?” You questioned at the little girl, happily bouncing in step with yours and her father’s. You could hear her hum while she swung her arms, her eyes overwhelmed with all the lights and the people.

“Can we go to duh bumpeau ca’s again?”

“Sure, flower! Do you want to ride with me or Awnty Y/n?” Taehyung asks as he leads the two of you towards the destination.

“Awnty Y/n!” Aera squeals, letting go of her dad’s hand. Taehyung stares at the two of you with a pout, “sowwy, daddy, but uth giwls need to tay to-ge-dur!” Giggling to yourself Tae clicks his tongue in feign disappointment.

“Okay,” He huffs, “I see how it is, you’re just gonna leave the man who raised you for the past three years like that, huh?” Taehyung quickly gives three tickets to the worker, and he settles in a dark green car, giving the two of you the ‘I’m watching you’ motion, “It’s on.”

You and Aera glance at each other with a devious glint in your eyes, that Taehyung was almost scared, “Watch yourself Kim… Team Ae-y/n’s gonna getchyu!”

With that the ride began.

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“I cannot believe the both of you ganged up on me like that.” Taehyung groans, dropping his keys on his kitchen counter.

During the duration of bumper cars, Aera had insisted on you driving because you have a license and you would beat up her dad no problem. Of course, you couldn’t deny the little girl, and your competitive side came out as you ran Tae over in your car multiple times. He, however, was not having it, and began chasing the two of you around the little track area. Aera squealed and screamed in delight, whenever he father would bump into other people, and would wail in victory when at the end of the ride, you had bumped him a total of eight times. After, the three of you went to play some games at the stands. Surprisingly, Aera did extremely well with the floating ducks, even earning herself a large bunny rabbit that she insisted to send a picture to her Uncle Koo (apparently it looked exactly like him). Even Taehyung won a prize—a large pink elephant—at the strong man game. You didn’t think that he had it in him, but you were proven wrong when he slammed the hammer down and dinged the bell with ease. He proudly picked out the elephant that you had been eyeing, making you blush and Aera grinning at the two of you with a twinkle in her eyes. The three of you had food there—tons and tons of corndogs, spiral chips and fries, along with some funnel cake for dessert, that Aera welcomed with opened arms and going to repeat that daddy never let's me have sugar this late, while Taehyung groans, immediately regretting his choice of dessert.

It was a fun night, and now the three of you were in the midst of building a large fort in Taehyung’s living room. While you and Aera gathered blankets and pillows in the upstairs linen closet, Taehyung fetched the large queen-sized air mattress from the basement, finding the pump and beginning to blow it up. Descending down the stairs with arms filled with sheets, pillows, and stuffed animals (Aera’s idea),Taehyung was almost finished with the mattress. Pulling together the barstools that were seated at the island, Taehyung propped them up and draped the sheets over top of it to create the fort. Helping him, you find some brooms, taking off the brush and using the handles to prop up the sheets and creating the house look. Taehyung brings over clothes pins and clips, to clip the outside, that way the three of you could see the tv screen. When the fort was all finished, the three of you retreated to the kitchen to make some popcorn and snacks for the film. Laughs and light chatter amongst you felt all too comforting—not that it was a bad thing, you definitely welcomed being in Tae’s house with both him and Aera and spending time with them. It felt so real, not like you were just playing house, but as if it was meant to happen, it was meant to be with them.

“Mu-yan, Mu-yan, Mu-ya!!!” Aera squeals running towards the fort, as you and Taehyung followed her with arms full of snacks and drinks for your little movie night. Aera situates herself comfortably in the middle of the fort, allowing you and Taehyung to slip in on either side of her—squishing her in the middle.

“Daddy?

“What’s up, my flower?”

Aera shyly leans into Taehyung, trying her best to whisper but you hear her with a small smile of your own, “Is Awnty Y/n going to stay tonight… Or is she going to yeave yike she aways do?” You feel your heart clench at Aera’s question.

You didn’t realize that Aera knew you left during the night when she was fast asleep. When you stay to hang out with the two of them, it wasn’t uncommon for you to stay until late, even when it was well past Aera’s bedtime and she was fast asleep in between you and Tae, he’d always find a way to get her into the car without waking her up while he drives you to your apartment. As always, you underestimated the young girl’s observative persona.

“Why don’t you ask her, baby?”

Aera quietly grumbles to herself as she turns to you with a cheeky grin, scooting closer to you, she cups her hands around her mouth and leaning in towards your ears.

“You stay hewe tonight?” Awaiting your answer, she sits back down, eyes full of stars as she peers up at you expectantly. Your eyes shift from her to Taehyung as you hum, their faces holding pouts as they try to sway you into staying.

“Look how comfy it is in here!”

“It so warm!”

“I’m sure Aera will be super cold in here without you, Y/n.”

“Yeah! Cohwd. Who hep me eat aw duh snackie!”

You giggle at the duo as they continue their attempts to get you to stay the night, “But I don’t have any pjs!” You feign disappointment. Of course, this wasn’t really an excuse, the few times you have stayed over (when Aera was away at her grandparents or cousins house), you had always used Taehyung’s clothes; but Aera didn’t need to know that.

Aera pouts as she understands that you couldn’t sleep without your clothes, however her eyes lit up as she tapped her father on the shoulder, “Daddy have clothes! Daddy have clothes!” She exclaims with a smug grin, as if she thought up a master plan. Aera is a very smart child at only 3, and sometimes you and Taehyung overlook that—but again, you were always impressed with the bright ideas this toddler has.

“That is true…” Taehyung grins pulling Aera in his lap, “What’dya say, Y/n?” The pair stare at you with hopeful smiles. You hum again, placing your hand on your chin as if this was the hardest decision of your life. You give it a few more minutes, the two shifting impatiently as they waited for your response.

“Hm… I suppose I could stay the night tonight.” You concluded, Taehyung looked relieved and Aera immediately jumped out of her father’s arms, jumping up and down, and shuffling towards you; throwing her arms around you as she giggles over your shoulders, causing you to wrap your arms around her little body like a reflex.

“Yay, yay, yay! Awnty Y/n stay! She stay, she stay!”

“Alright, my girls, let’s get ready for bed and then we can turn on a movie, sound good?” Taehyung asks; Aera nods her head, exiting the fort, the pattering of her feed along with Tannie’s paws hitting against the floor sounded through the house, slowly disappearing up the stairs towards, what you could only assume was her bedroom. Taehyung and you were next to leave, his hand blindly finding yours with ease as he pulls you towards the stairs, to make your ways towards his bedroom. Your mind still racing from his comment; my girls. Your heart was fluttering, your stomach filled with butterflies, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face, squeezing his hand as his boxy smile returns to his face.

When you made it inside his bedroom, Taehyung quietly shuts his door, caging you in between his arms. Stunned, you looked up at him with a questioning gaze, before you plants his soft lips upon your own. It was slow and sensual; lately, his movements have been slow and unhurried—as if the two of you had all the time in the world, it’s not that you didn’t enjoy the heated make outs or the hurried quickies, but this was a whole different feeling—something real. His lips continued to push against yours, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and tangling with yours, and a gentle groan rumbling from his throat emitted, causing you both to smile. The sounds of your lips smacking against one another echoes in the bedroom; his arms that were once caging you, tugs you towards his hard chest, pressing the palms of his hands on the small of your back crushing your body against his. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, a dopey smile graces your lips and Taehyung mirrors the expression.

“Thank you.” He whispers his forehead nudging against yours, “Thank you for staying tonight.” On your tippy toes, you place another first peck on his lips before pulling away—not missing Taehyung’s stunned expression at your sudden action.

“Anything for you two.” You grin, before stepping around him and heading towards his closet to grab a pair of his shorts and a baggy shirt. Taehyung quickly follows suit as the two of you change into your pajamas, and just in time before a certain little girl comes barreling into her father’s room, followed by a little fur-ball trailing behind her.

“I’m weady!!!” Aera exclaims throwing her hands up, almost resembling a star. Tannie barks excitedly, running around the three of you before he tires out and sits at your feet.

“Alright ladies,” Taehyung bends down to pick up Yeontan, “let’s get going!” And the three of you made your way down the staircase and into your little fort for the night.

Not even half an hour into the movie, Taehyung’s eyes were shut and soft snores escapes his parted lips as he leans his head against Aera’s shoulder.

When the three of you had finally settled down inside your tent, Yeontan sitting at the foot of the air mattress like the amazing guard dog he is, Taehyung’s eyes immediately shut. It was no surprise that he was tired, running meetings all day must have been tiring, but that still wouldn’t stop him from spending time at the amusement park with his daughter. It warmed your heart how much he sacrifices for her—but that’s what makes you fall in love with him even more; his selflessness and his love for the people he cares about.

“Awnty Y/n?”

Your head snaps down to the little girl who was cuddled up next to you, her round eyes already gazing up at yours.

“What’s up, princess?” The little girl looks conflicted, almost as if she wasn’t sure how to approach the questions she was going to ask. You could feel her uneasiness radiating off of her, so you soothingly rub her arms to encourage her to speak.

“My daddy weally yikes you…” She trails off clenching and unclenching her hands, “you aways make him smiyuea, en, en, en dat make me smiyuea.” You continue to rub her arm as she takes a deep breath, “en, en when you not hewe, daddy aways yook sad… so, dat make me sad…” She pauses, “When you yeft fow a wittle bit, daddy was weally sad… He told me that he weally yikes you, en, en I weally yike you, Awnty Y/n…” Her eyes start to droop as she cuddles up into your side, snuggling closer to you as if she was afraid that when she wakes up you’d be gone, “Aw you going to stay and be my momma?” She mumbles against your t-shirt, gently throwing her arm around your waist, “be-cawse… I tink I yove you yike a momma.” Her voice beginning to get quieter and quieter as she finishes her sentence, and then the sound of snores filled the little tent. Your heart racing at the little girl’s confession, and you couldn’t help but smile at her. Bending down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead and moving past her to place another kiss on the sleeping man who owns your heart, you smiled at the two; but little did the little girl know—in your eyes, she was already considered a daughter to you.

You had never pictured yourself to be in this scenario; falling hopelessly and completely in love with a man that has a daughter. It wasn’t that you weren’t open to the idea, you were just not expecting it to ever happen to you. You were young, so much life ahead of you—but you weren’t any short of excited that you were placed on this journey, especially with someone as genuine as Taehyung; you enjoyed every step of the way. Even though it was a rocky beginning, you wouldn’t change the past few months for anything. It seems that as the three of you spend time together, the more you fall—not just for Taehyung, but Aera too. It almost feels like it’s too good to be true, but from the last few months, you know for sure that what you feel for Taehyung is, in fact, real. You do love him, you do want to be with him, and you do see yourself having a future with him.

And that’s not something you’re used to. It’s scary—to fall in love so fast, only a matter of months, let alone falling in love with two people, but the way that you and Taehyung work—is beyond anything you could ever imagine, and you couldn’t ask for anyone better to do it with. You want to do life with him, to watch Aera grow, to be a part of his family… The two of you still have a ton of growing to do together and many loose ends that need to be fixed but knowing that you have an amazing support system filled with friends and each other, you know that everything will be okay, and what will be will be.

You want it all; to be successful, to be loved, and to have a forever partner that you could do life with. You want it all as long as it’s with him.

Concluding your deep thoughts with a smile, you sink down on the mattress, cuddling the toddler closer to you, and shutting your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Feeling the cool breeze wafting its way into the fort, you shivered. You shivered? Furrowing your brows, and you eyes still tightly shut, your hand lazily pats the spot beside you in attempts to find the little girl that was once cuddled up next to you; sadly, it was a cold spot that felt as if the warm body had been gone for hours. Huffing out, you hands trails its way on the further end of the bed in hopes to find Taehyung sleeping soundly right next to the cold spot where Aera was, but you were disappointed to be greeted with the same cold spot. Groaning in annoyance, you shoved your face into the pillows, deeply breathing into it and faintly picking up the scent of Taehyung’s laundry detergent, allowing you to calm down just a little. However, as you turned your head to lay on your side, your senses were filled with the smell of waffle batter and the sound of sizzling just a few feet away. Gently lifting your head and peeking out of your right eye to the opening of your fort, you could see Taehyung at the stove with Aera standing next to him. Their conversation was in hushed whispers, drowned out by the sound of the fan and the sizzling food in the pan, you opted to subtly make your way towards the kitchen. You quietly get out of bed, cracking your joints and stumbling forward and out of the tent. Almost like a secret agent, you press yourself against the wall that was mounted with the tv, sneakily peeking your head around the corner in efforts to hear them.

“Daddy,” Aera whispers to Taehyung as she spins the waffle maker handle with his help, humming Taehyung opening the hot element and forking the waffle and placing it on a plate, as Aera moves to sit criss-cross apple sauce in the chair.

“Is Awnty Y/n going to be my mommy?” Your eyes widened and a brush of colour made its way onto your cheeks, as you recall last nights events:

“My daddy weally yikes you…” She trails off clenching and unclenching her hands, “you aways make him smiyuea, en, en, en dat make me smiyuea.” You continue to rub her arm as she takes a deep breath, “en, en when you not hewe, daddy aways yook sad… so, dat make me sad…” She pauses, “When you yeft fow a wittle bit, daddy was weally sad… He told me that he weally yikes you, en, en I weally yike you, Awnty Y/n…” Her eyes start to droop as she cuddles up into your side, snuggling closer to you as if she was afraid that when she wakes up you’d be gone, “Aw you going to stay and be my momma?” She mumbles against your t-shirt, gently throwing her arm around your waist, “be-cawse… I tink I yove you yike a momma.”

You heart stuttered against your chest, beating rapidly at the thought of becoming the sweet girl’s mother, and of course being with Taehyung to raise her. You hadn’t told Aera last night—but you know for sure that you wanted to become a mother figure to her—even possibly earning that title for her. You could feel yourself smile even more. What a great start to your morning.

“Would you like her to be?” Taehyung teases, scooping more waffle batter into the maker, shutting it and flipping it to start the timer. Aera watches her father carefully, just to make sure he was following the instructions of the waffle maker.

“Yeahp.” Aera deadpans, she holds a sense of seriousness in her tone that almost seemed too serious for a three-year old. “I wan hew to be my mommy. Awnty Y/n is boot-iful, she yikes to paint en it pwetty painting too! She vewy smart—”

“Smarter than daddy?” Taehyung teases, flipping the waffle onto its other side to cook.

“Yeth.” Aera responds with zero hesitation which causes you to slap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing out and giving away your presence, “she pwefect fo uth.”

Taehyung’s heart warms at how much you had impacted his daughter’s life. Raising Aera wasn’t easy, especially for a man who had just began running a company, but he likes to think that he did a fine job at raising an intelligent toddler at only 25 years of age; if Taehyung could be proud of anything he’s done in his life, it wouldn’t be becoming the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion line, it wouldn’t be the fact that he was ranked as one of the top richest men in the world, no; Taehyung is proud that he was able to do all those things and raise a toddler while achieving it. That’s what Taehyung was proud of, what he will always be proud of. Now, the second thing he would be proud of is fixing things with you and allowing you into his life, into their life. He was proud that he took the chance to get to know you, to allow you to get to know him and his daughter—sure there was miscommunications at first, but all of this was entirely new to the both of you; you falling in love with a man that already had a child, and him falling in love—truly in love with someone who loves him and his daughter the same. Taehyung stands by those two moments and holds it close to his heart, just thinking about it makes his heart want to burst out of his chest with happiness.

“She is pretty perfect, huh?” Taehyung asks her, opening the waffle maker and, again, forking the doughy delight onto another plate, handing it to Aera who was dressing up the two plated waffles with fresh blueberries, strawberries, and some blackberries. She quickly pops a blueberry into her mouth before she’s reaching for the last plate of waffles and getting to work. Her tongue pokes out in concertation while she precisely places the blueberries in a shape of a heart on the waffle, smiling in triumph, when she achieves a pretty looking heart.

“Hey, flower?” Taehyung questions, unplugging the waffle maker and leaning against the counter to stare at Aera. Once she heard the gentle seriousness her father’s tone held, she immediately dropped all the strawberries back into the bowl and stared at him, “Can I tell you a secret?” Aera nodded vigorously, shutting her lips and pinches her fingers together and sliding them across her mouth like a zipper. The little gesture made your heart swoon, and Taehyung’s chuckles filled the kitchen.

“Daddy wants her to be your mommy too.”

Feeling the redness return to your cheeks, you bite your lip to keep you from smiling like an idiot, your heart pounding at the words Taehyung had uttered out to his daughter—words that you didn’t even know you needed to hear. Finally, unable to keep your excitement in, you knock on the wall coming out of your hiding spot, as the two whipped around with matching boxy grins to greet your presence.

“Morning!” You chirped, walking in, “’smells great in here.” You walked towards Aera giving her a tight squeeze, before you came face to face with a beaming Taehyung, engulfing his large frame in a gentle hug as well.

“You sweep gwood, Awenty?” Aera asks thrusting the plate of waffles with the blueberry heart on it, “Dis one fow you!” You gratefully take the plate of food, grinning at the young girl.

“Did you make this, Aera?” She nods with a huge grin, “I love it! Thank you little flower! Looks delicious! And yes, I slept very well, thank you!”

“De-wishious!” Aera parrots as she trots to her chair, climbing it and plopping down at the island.

“Sleep good?” Taehyung asks, subtly wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into another hug. You bask in his warmness, still holding the beautiful plate of food that your favorite duo made you, you hummed as you both made your way to sit next to Aera.

“You slept good, too?” You aske him, shoveling a forkful of waffle into your mouth, while he hummed in agreeance as well.

“Very.”

“Wha we do today?” Aera asks with her mouth full of waffles, her head glancing at you and then Taehyung, you and then Taehyung.

“Flower, what’d I say about talking with your mouth full?” Taehyung tsked at her, as she mumbles an apology before grabbing her cup and chugs down water. You giggle to yourself; you had always loved seeing Taehyung go all father mode, that you can’t help but laugh.

“How about…” You begin, grabbing a blueberry and gesturing Aera to open her mouth, “we go shopping for a bit, and then tonight we go to Auntie's art show?” Plopping the blueberry into the waiting child’s mouth, booping her nose and earning a giggle from her. “No one’s in today, and Mr. Kang said that I could give some friends a quick glance around if they don’t like being in crowded places!” You offered, taking another bite from your waffle, smiling cheekily at Taehyung.

“Ouuu!!!” Aera squeals, ignoring the rest of her food as she turns to her dad with puppy eyes, “We go, we go, we go?” Taehyung chuckles at his daughter’s excitement.

“Sure!” Taehyung exclaims, Aera shoots out of her seat and runs up the stairs, “Wa- hey wait, baby where are you going?”

“Go change!” Her voice echoes and you hear the faint sound of a door shutting as the two of you stare at each other and giggle.

“Well, I guess we should hurry up then.” Taehyung says, shoveling the last piece of his food into his mouth, before standing up and making his way towards you, bending down to retrieve your empty plate and to give you a quick kiss to your lips, you happily returning it, “Morning, pretty.”

“Morning.” You whisper in a daze, watching him make his way to the sink, his back muscles flexing under his oversized shirt, bending down, and placing the dirty plates into the dishwasher. You quickly follow him towards his room and the two of you get ready to head out.

The two of you make your way to the bedroom to quickly get dressed to head out for the mall. You weren't really sure how long you'd be out anyways, but it was always nice to just walk about with Taehyung and Aera. So, that's what you had decided to do for the rest of the afternoon. Making your way downstairs, you were met with the little girl dressed in some jeans and a white shirt, giggling on the floor with Tannie.

"Weady!!!" Aera exclaims happily, as she shoots up from her spot, scarring Yeontan in the process, and quickly slipping on her shoes and bouncing her way to the door.

"Alright, ladies, lets gooo!" Taehyung says grabbing his keys off the counter and quietly slipping his hand into yours before the three of you set off for a day at the mall.

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After returning from your little adventure for the day, the three of you picked up some pizza before heading home; one large pizza with mushrooms and various types of meats (Taehyung's request).

You were all situated in the kitchen, happily munching on your pizzas, the sun outside setting, creating this magnificent glow reflecting off of the windows. It had been such a beautiful November day, the breeze was cool, the sun was out and not overbearingly hot, the birds were still chirping about, all in all it was a gorgeous day, and you couldn't have spent it with anyone better. Almost out of nowhere, Aera's eyes widened looking down at her outfit.

"Change!!!" She shrieks, setting her greasy pizza down, and bolting up the stairs.

"Aera!" Taehyung called for her, but to his dismay, she was already slamming the door to her room.

"Oh," You gasped, swallowing you food, "That's right, we have to get to the museum! I don't want to get there too, too late. Don't want security getting mad." You giggled, taking a sip of water before hopping off of the chair. Taehyung quickly shoves the rest of his slice into his mouth, following you up the stairs.

“Mmm, what should we wear?”

“Tae, it’s just us.” You giggled, “And I don’t really have any of my fancier clothing pieces here.” You begin shuffling around to find your yesterday’s clothes to put on, but Taehyung places his arm in front of you to stop looking around, “Wha—” You question him but it was cut short when he was interlacing your hands together while he walks you towards his massive walk-in closet. Your eyes widened at the sight that was in the middle of the room.

A gorgeous floor-length blush dress, a deep v cut to accentuate your ‘not too big but not too little’ chest that was decorated in beautiful rhinestones that covered the entirety of the neckline, beautiful thin spaghetti straps to hold the dress together, gorgeous slit a the side to showcase your legs; a great tactic to make you look much tall than you are. Beside it you see a sleek black box—a typical container that could hold shoes. Your mouth hangs open as you take in the amount of money Taehyung must’ve spent on each piece.

“Di-did you buy all this?” You asked turning to him, who was shyly smiling, “Taehyung… I can’t—”

“Hey,” Taehyung cups your face in his hands, “none of that, I wanted to… Can’t I spoil my girl?” Your head spins; my girl, it sounded so nice coming from his lips that you almost forget that you weren’t really his, like… You were but you weren’t, it’s not official, but it is? Whatever the case may be, the two of you were happy with how things were, why overcomplicate things and get upset over things that don’t need to be upset over?

Ignoring your thoughts and enjoying the idea that he just called you his girl again, you gave a gentle smile and humming into the kiss you pressed on his lips, “You really didn’t have to…” You mumbled against him, feeling his smile against you.

“I wanted to, baby. It’s okay.” He pats your bum, signaling you to head towards his gifts, obeying his request, you excitedly hurt over to the shoe box and your heart drops at how stunning the shoes are. The stunning heel’s soles are coated in red and the whole exterior is a champagne colour. You could cry—literally.

“C’mon, beautiful,” Taehyung pulls you closer to the goodies, “let’s get ready.”

After slipping into your dress and shoes, Taehyung was patiently waiting outside in his room, sporting a crisp white shirt, tucked into black dress pants and a black blazer—again, super simple, but nothing short of appealing. What you weren’t expecting was Aera to be sitting on his lap dressed in the same colour as you with her hair in pigtails.

“Wow!” Aera screeched look at you with wide eyes, leaving her dad behind she twirls around you with stars in her eyes, “You yook yike a pwincess!” Aera gushes, touching the soft fabric of the dress, clapping her hands.

“No, baby,” Taehyung says, scooping her up in his arms, “you, Ms. Aera, are the princess. I think Auntie Y/n is the queen tonight.” Blushing at his words, Aera’s face warps into confusion.

“Does dat make daddy a King?” Giggling to herself, Taehyung opens his mouth to reply when the doorbell goes off, surprising the three of you.

“I’ll go get it!” You smile, making your way down the steps and towards the front door. You weren’t really sure who Taehyung was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t this beautiful woman standing in chic white trousers and a blazer to match. You gazed at her to watch her own eyes widen at the sight of you, giving you a once over and seeing her visibly gulp in intimidation made you internally smirk.

“May I help you?” You asked staring at the dyed blonde haired woman, as she chokes out a cough.

“Oh—” She coughs again, “I’m looking for Kim Taehyung? I came to uh-drop these off…” She shuffles around inside her bag and pulls out a large amount of papers that were within a green folder. “They’re the custody papers, I signed.” It was your turn to widened your eyes.

This was Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend and the mother of Aera? It was no wonder the little girl was as beautiful as she was; it was no secret that Taehyung is a very handsome man, so you had assumed that all her looks were from him, but you hadn’t seen any pictures of her biological mother, but now that she stood right in front of you—it was obvious that Aera had the perfect ration between the two. Even though her mouth had the same boxy smile as Taehyung’s, it was her mother’s lips that she had; her nose too was from her, a beautiful nose bridge that you had only dreamed of having…

“Oh—uhm,” You hesitantly reach for the papers, bowing in respect, “I’ll hand these to him, th-thank you for stopping by…” You uttered out, Isla gave you a gentle smile.

“Of course, I’m happy to sign them… I’m glad Taehyung found someone to love and care for him and Aera.” Her gaze softens, “Thank you for being that for them.”

You were stunned—you had always known the typical baby mama situation—she’s supposed to be batshit crazy, was she not? So, why was she thanking you, let alone okay with you stepping into her place, practically stealing her title?

“I-uh”

“Y/n? What’s—” Taehyung comes up behind you to meet Isla’s gaze, “Isla? What are you—”

“She was dropping this off for you.” You handed him the documents that she had given to you just moments before he came. Quickly taking the papers out of your hands, he opens it and skims through it with a gentle smile.

“You’re positive you’re okay with this?” You watched as Isla shifts uneasily, nodding her head.

“I don’t deserve to be called a mother, Taehyung.” Isla sighs, “I never loved or treated her as if she was my child.” You felt your heart break. Regardless of how shitty she treated these two amazing people, you truly felt for her. You knew that she didn't want to entirely give up her rights to see her child, what mother would? But you could almost sense that she felt the need to in order for Taehyung to move on—move on with you. Surprising yourself and Isla (Taehyung included), you were clutching her hands in yours.

“You know it’s never too late,” You whispered, “She’s still a part of you, Isla. Just because you and Taehyung aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean that you have to be out of her life completely.” You reasoned, “It just takes some work to get her to come around—work that you have to be willing to put in.”

Taehyung was stunned that you were okay with the idea of Aera’s birth mother still being in the picture, and to think that he couldn’t fall in love with you more—watching you try and save Isla from completely walking out, brought tears to the brim of his eyes. You love and compassion towards others really does warm his heart, you didn’t know this woman personally—only stories that Taehyung had told you, some of them not so nice, but here you were, openly giving Isla the option to not go through with the documents and to still be in Aera's life.

“If you’re worried about me being angry with you, with you wanting to stay in Aera’s life, don’t. I’m not like that. I want Aera to be happy, I want Taehyung to be happy, I want you to be happy,” You watch as tears cascades down Isla’s cheeks, “What happened in the past is the past, you can correct it; if what makes you happy is still seeing your daughter—even for just a few times a week—who are we to stand in the way of that? She is still yours.”

“I—” Isla chokes out a sob, “Taehyung, is-is it okay? May I still see her? She doesn’t need to call me mom… I know I am not the rightful heir to that title,” She smiles through tears as her eyes—that held a lot of admiration for you journeys to find your own, “You’ve caught an amazing girl, Tae… Who truly holds the right to have that title for our daughter.”

Smiling at Isla, you let go of her hands and sink back into Taehyung who gladly wraps his arms around you.

“I did..” He whispers, “Of course, Isla… We can work out the details another time, but I think it’ll do you and Aera good to be on good terms.”

Isla smiles, dabbing her eyes away from tears, “Thank you… Thank you—” She glances at you, expectantly.

“Y/n.” You grin.

“Thank you, Y/n…” She steps back, “Truly…. You two are beautiful together… I-my fiancé is waiting for me in the car, I should get going… Thank you again, both of you.” She turns to gaze at Tae, “We will talk soon about arrangements.” With that Taehyung’s ex-love heads towards the end of the driveway where a car awaited her, and soon enough, she's driving off.

“You’re amazing.” Taehyung whispers against your hair, gently tucking his fingers under your chin to bring your eyes to his.

“How?”

Taehyung stifles a laugh as he pecks your lips, “Even though you knew what she put me and Aera through, you still wanted her to be apart of her life, she doesn’t deserve the title, but yet you still wanted her to be someone to Aera, why?”

You don’t know the answer to that question, why did you salvage their relationship? You pondered the thought as soon as you watched Isla leave. You grin to yourself, “Because,” You stare up at him, “I know what it’s like to grow up without one parent—and I don’t want her to regret her decision the way my dad did; the only difference is that Isla isn’t too late to fix her relationship with Aera… My dad—” You paused, smiling sadly, “our relationship was too broken to salvage.”

Taehyung brushes a piece of your hair away as the two of you stand underneath the stars. Your mind wanders to what your life would be like if you hadn’t met Taehyung in the park… Would you be as happy as you are now? Would you have found someone who shows you a tremendous amount of love, like he does?

Does he love you the way you do him?

“Where’s Aera?” You ask gently, the two of you now swaying in beat with the warm wind that danced around your bodies like a melody. He arms had drifted to wrapping around your waist, while your arms had snaked around his neck. Neither of you had retreated back into the house after your encounter with his ex, but you weren’t sure if you wanted this to end—the moonlight on the two of you like a spotlight, swaying to the sound of the wind whistling in your ears, while you held onto him. The November night was kind; not too cold for you to be shivering, but it wasn’t warm either, but being in Taehyung’s arms like this—you felt warmer than you’ve ever felt in your entire life.

“She fell asleep as soon as I started rubbing her head because she claimed her pigtails hurt.” He mocks her toddler voice, earning a giggle from you, while he chuckles.

“Guess you didn’t have to buy me all this stuff huh?” You asked gesturing down to the newly bought items that he splurged on. Taehyung threw his head back in laughter, shaking his head.

“I regret nothing.” He then pauses to just stare at you. Heart eyed. Taehyung takes in your alluring figure, how the dress fit you beautifully hugging every curve and dip, making you look delicate, yet so sexy. The way your shoes gave you some height—yet not enough to come close to him, where you still need to tip toe to reach his lips, the way your doe eyes stare up at him in wonder—pure fascination. He admired you, the way you could hold your own without him, how you give so much love to those around you, and how much love you give to those that are close—he loves all of you. From the top of your head to all the way down to you toes—Taehyung loves you. Every inch of you, every side of you, he loves you. He knows that for sure—he’s known that, but tonight, the way you have always treated Aera as if she was your own and the way you wanted to keep a good relationship between her and her birth mother—Taehyung can’t express how much he adored you for that—for all that you do for them.

Tonight though, it was apparent that he didn’t want you going anywhere; and you didn’t want him going anywhere. Tonight, the both of you realized how well you two worked—you’ve both always know, but tonight solidified that you both were ready to do life together—officially.

“I love you.”

Taehyung whispers causing your heart to beat rapidly against your chest at the words you've always known you felt; but hearing the words escape his lips with so much confidence made your heart swell, “I really do love you, Y/n. I have for a while.” He shyly states, continuing to sway with you, “I want to do this with you, to do life with you—officially.”

“What exactly are you asking, Mr. Kim?” You teased, leaning away from him to catch a glimpse of mischief in his eyes, pulling you flush against him.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” He states, bending down to brush his lips against yours.

“Label and all?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

“Label and all.” Taehyung confirms, his signature boxy grin gracing his angelic face.

“Then, yes; I’ll gladly be yours.”

As if he couldn’t wait, Taehyung’s lips were crashing down onto yours. The sweet taste of his lips that you had grown familiar with for quite some time now, has grown to be your comfort. The way he holds you with so much gentleness, almost scared that you’d shatter into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful. After a long few months of confusion to clarity, to more confusion, and now finally the fog seemed to have cleared, and all you could set your sights on was this man and a little girl who has changed your life for the better.

You weren’t sure where this crazy ride was about to lead you, but you didn’t care; as long as it was with them, you wanted it all.

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he's so cute what

some of my favorite moments from jungkook’s birthday live ♡

literally read like one page of my anthro textbook and said fuck this

they're so damn pretty holy 😍

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