Tae DNA Era

Tae DNA era

yes, people can be attracted to fictional characters and the prime example is kim taehyung bc that boy is noT real

Don't kill me🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

me, texting my non-stan friend at 2am last night about CNS video: the hoe in me jumped out at Hobi's hair

her: isn't it always out

bloom ii

filed under: hobi fic was due

notes: you’ve always had a crush on hobi and he’s always handled that gently. what he can’t handle is you now, nine years later. 

warnings: eventual smut 

part i // part ii // part iii

“did i hear you right?” seulgi exclaims, ignoring the roll of your eyes. “are you really saying you accused jung hoseok of projecting when he was coming on to you?”

“he wasn’t coming on to me,” you say calmly, even though your bones are rattling in your body. you play with the ears of the koala pushie in your lap while seulgi sits up on her knees at the end of your bed, all of this feeling an awful lot like the sleepovers you had when you were thirteen. giggling, smothered under blankets and popcorn, gushing over hoseok.

“you’re right. he wasn’t just coming on to you, he was testing you,” she says definitively.

“seulgi…" 

"it makes sense, think about it. he has to make sure you still like him before he goes and ruins his friendship with namjoon for your pussy.”

you fight back a laugh. “would you stop talking like that? it’s weird and…inappropriate.”

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more than us (m) | kth

↣ pairing | taehyung x reader

↣ word count | 11.3k

↣ genre | college au. roommate au. fluff. smut.

↣ warnings |  explicit language and sexual content. unprotected sex (pls use condoms), oral sex (f receiving), light choking, mild dirty talk, some hair pulling, spanking, taehyung’s magnum badonk.

↣ summary | Taehyung had always been the common thread in the capsule of your memories, your best friend until the very end. But the thoughts had always lingered; could the two of you ever be more than this?

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You’re painfully aware of Irene’s gawking, uncomfortable stare as Taehyung nonchalantly plants his plump lips against your temple. If it wasn’t eight in the morning, you might have even protested, but the warmth of Taehyung’s arms around your body has you in a lull, a sort of zombified state of mind. He tucks a stray piece of your loose bun behind your ear, taking you into his fullest capabilities as he pulls you in again. You can almost trace the very prominent vein that runs along his full right arm. You wonder how you’ve not noticed he’s been working out lately. The sun barely peeks through the drawn curtains leaving the living room space warm, in a shade of amber that turns his brown locks, gold. It doesn’t help move you away from that early morning haze, your thoughts almost abandoning the very prominent acknowledgement of Irene’s appalled presence. If Taehyung notices your classmate merely inches away with her mouth hanging open and arms crossed, he doesn’t say anything about it. He simply retracts from your hug, your arms automatically wrapping around yourself in hopes of preserving any shred of loss from his warmth. Your head follows Taehyung as he stops towards the kitchen counter to pick up the bagged lunch you’ve prepared for him, and you can’t help stifle a laugh when you catch Irene doing the same. Even though classes for him start much later in the day, his leaving this early is a fairly common occurrence for the young photographer; he had always seemed to have found something new to gaze at in his viewfinder with morning hikes. As he pivots towards the door, the chiselled expanse that is Taehyung’s right shoulder unintentionally brushes against the pointed corner of Irene’s baby blue blazer and the scoff she lets out signals that she is more than vexed. He places his hand on the doorknob before turning around, his gaze settling on the far distance between the door to you.

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