Instinct P.4 (Finale) | Taehyung

Instinct p.4 (Finale) | Taehyung

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Summary line: It’s Taehyung’s instinct that you will be a very important person in his life.

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“Tae!” You put your hands on your friend’s shoulders, making him jump in his seat, “I need your greatest strength: that storm in your brain.” You slid into the seat across from Taehyung and he greets you with a little smile, but not the rectangular one you love so much. Speaking of which, you haven’t seen it in a while now.

You can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but sometime at the end of your sixth year, Taehyung developed this habit, or so you call it.

Every time you get near him, he straightens his back like a ghost has just passed through him and he experienced some sort of shiver. You also noticed that he holds his breath for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. You weren’t sure why, you definitely don’t think you smell bad. But just in case, you bought a bucket load of new soap, perfume, lotion, deodorants, etc. Still nothing; he still straightens his back and holds his breath.

You figure, maybe it isn’t you, but you aren’t going to bring it up. Taehyung is the kind of guy who says anything that comes to his mind. So if he doesn’t tell you what was bothering him, it’s a very big deal to him. You try to respect that, as much as it might pain you that he doesn’t come to you with what’s bothering him. At least you know it isn’t traumatizing; that, you’re sure he’d tell you. You’re only hoping that time will do its work.

Right now it’s your final year, and you have potions with Taehyung this time. For your final project in this class, before the N.E.W.T.s, is to create your very own potion. To pass this project, you must create an original potion. Create a sample, demonstrate the creation, write the formula, and a paper to argue the purpose to your potion. If your potion needs an antidote, you must also create the sample and provide the formula. You and Taehyung were one of those best friends who eyeballed each other the moment you heard there is going to be partners for this project. At least from a distance, he can still be himself.

“Okay. How about…a potion that makes you lose one of your five senses?” He presents you with the idea.

“What’s the point of such potion?”

“Um…for experimental purposes? Say you wanted to experience the feeling of losing a sense? What if you wanted to stop feeling pain temporarily? You can take the potion and lose your sense of touch. You are in a loud place, you can temporarily lose your sense of hearing. You’re at your in-laws and your mother-in-law cooked some horrible chicken, you can – “

“Haha, okay, I get it. But I don’t know. I feel like we can do better than this.” You are a little unsure.

“Y/N…I…” Taehyung starts but he looks away. Could this be his smelling problem? He wants to stop smelling things?

“Look, Taehyung. I know there’s something going on, something that you’re not telling me.” You decided that even if he’s not going to tell you, you don’t want to keep acting like everything is okay, or that you don’t pick up your best friend’s feelings. He looks up at you with wide eyes.

“I’m not going to ask you what it is, and I don’t want you to feel pressured to tell me. But I do want you to know that I’m a little disappointed that you’re not telling me. I’m disappointed that you don’t think that I can help you. You’re my best friend, I’m always going to be here for you. That’s what it means to be a best friend. Whatever it is, you don’t have to go through it alone. I don’t know if the boys know about whatever you’re going through, if they do, I’m glad that at least someone knows and can try to help you.” You sigh and look down at your paper. Tears aren’t welling up, but your heart clenches like you’re crying on the inside.

“Y/N, it’s…I don’t know where to start.” You looked up to see him staring at his hands.

“It’s not you. Well, I mean, it kind of is. But it’s not your fault. You don’t even know it.” He’s talking in riddles. You feel like he wants to tell you, but the fact that he’s not… He has talked in worse riddles and normally it’s laced with excitement, and you can always understand. But not this. This is just sad. You always felt like you are one of the people who know him best, now…

“So it’s my problem, but I don’t know that it’s my problem? Did I offend you?” You probe.

“No.”

“I swear I never went behind your back on anything.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever broken a promise. I never told anyone your secrets.”

“I know, Y/N. You’re great. You’re a great friend. A great best friend.” He sighs. Your heart feels heavy at his last few words.

“It’s because you’re my best friend, I can’t smell you anymore.” What?

“What?!” You raise your voice because this isn’t what you expect.

“So…I smell? And…as my best friend, you want to keep being my friend. And if you can’t smell me, it’ll be easier on you to stay as my friend?” You probe and your eyebrows start scrunch together. Taehyung looks at you and your forming glare.

“Um…kind of. But not that you smell bad! You smell really good! You smell too good!”

“So you don’t want to smell how good I smell because I’m your best friend?”

“Yes!”

“You’re not making any sense! How does how good I smell influence us being best friends?” You raise your voice. You’re angry at his logic, but you can’t deny that you feel better to know that he thinks you smell good.

“Wait! No. Okay…I’ll tell you. It’s, I have this thing, okay? I smell people. Everyone has this inherent smell to them that only I can smell. When people smell good, I know it’s okay to be friends with them. When people smell bad, I know that I need to stay away from them.”

“So it’s okay to be friends with me.” Your teeth clenches when you say that, “So what’s the problem? You don’t want to be friends with me anymore? Even though I smell good and you say I’m a great best friend.”

“No, no. I want to stay friends with you. But I…I smelled your scent in my Amortentia potion I had to make last year.” The both of you were silent, just looking at each other.

“What does that mean?” You ask quietly. Your heart starts to thump.

“Well…I think that it means your scent…is very special. To me.” You bite your lip to keep from smiling. But it easily drops.

“Wait. You don’t want to smell me anymore though. Even if it’s, special, to you. You don’t like me like that.” Your tears finally start welling up and your heart is clenching harder than before as you state your last assessment of his problem.

“It’s not that I don’t like you. In fact, I like you a lot.” You stop breathing as he keeps going, “I’ve liked you since I first smelled you. But I always thought it’s just a crush; that you’re just the best smelling person I’ve ever smelled. But it’s when I created the love potion that it kind of connects  to me, why you smell better to me than anyone else.”

“But I know you don’t feel the same way. I never wanted to put that pressure between us that I like you but you don’t like me back, so I figure if I would stop smelling you, it will stop reminding me that I…like you…” You have never seen Taehyung look so nervous, quiet, or embarrassed. To be honest, you never imagined he’d be so cute about this.

You get up and walk over to his side of the table. He gets up when you do and watch you stalk over to his side.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know you –“ Without another word, you crash your lips against his.

In an instant, something clicks in him and he pulls you so tight against him, you feel like you’re permanently stuck on him. He kisses you back as fervently as you are. Even when you try to pull away for a breath, he chases your lips as if you are an oasis in a desert.

“Wait, you like me too?” He finally pulls away and you two are gasping for air. He’s still holding you tight as if you are the only thing that grounds him from floating into space.

“Taehyung, you’re an idiot. On so many levels, I don’t know where to begin. The fact you don’t tell me your superpower, the fact that you like me, what I smell like to you, you think that I wouldn’t like you. I mean, the list goes on!” You giggle.

“Wait, how long have you liked me?” Taehyung asks. You stop your giggling.

“Probably around the past two years.”

“So why didn’t you say anything?” You blush and look down. Taehyung lifts your chin and clicks his tongue disapprovingly, “You’re an idiot too.”

A/N: it’s over! I hoped you all liked it.

To Slytherin anon (i know who you are, but just in case you want to stay anonymous on my blog as a requester): I hope this lived up to your expectations! Thanks for all your sweet messages about my progress in this story

Sweet Happiness

For @might–just–die:

Imagine pocket-sized you coming home after a long day of work. You sluggishly climb your way up back to your doll house and practically crawl to the door. You hear footsteps behind you but you don’t even care to look back to see who it is; you know that as long as you’re in the dorm, no one is there to harm you anyway.

You mumble a lacking greeting with no specification as to which member you’re talking to, and go inside your doll house without another word. Since you have no other words, neither does the person who was behind you. You hear footsteps fade and you think it’s the end of that. But whoever was behind you has no intention to give up on you.

20 minutes later, you hear a knock on your door and you mumble from your pillow that you’re not able to get up. The knocking is insistent and you pout. You get to the door and open it to be greeted by a large ice cream cone with your favorite flavor sitting on top of the cone. You scream of delight and hug the ice cream cone with all four limbs.

You feel a swipe above your head and you look around the cone to see Hoseok sucking on his finger, telling you that a drop of ice cream was about to land on your head. He urges you to start digging in because it’s melting.

Without another word, you almost mush your whole face into the ice cream. You hear him clear his throat and you look at him. He asks if he can also have a bite. You nod, because, hey, he bought it for you anyway. It’s the least you can offer in return. You take another bite before him, but you feel push back from the ice cream. You take your head out to look around the ice cream again. You see Hoseok’s face very close to yours; he’s eating the ice cream on the other side!

You stutter your protest, telling him that he’s taking too big of bites. He apologizes and steps back. He starts dancing Red Velvet’s Ice Cream Cake. You laugh, let him know he’s forgiven, and to come back and share the rest of the ice cream with you.

When it’s all gone, you thank him for the ice cream with your biggest grin. Hoseok takes a wet tissue and gently wipes your cheeks and lips from the sticky ice cream residue. He smiles in the way you see his dimples. He tells you that he would buy you all the ice cream in the world if it means he gets to see your happiness.

I imagine Seokjin is the kind of boyfriend who kisses the back of your hand like you’re his Princess Peach

I imagine Jungkook is the kind of boyfriend who gets you your best comfort food when he sees you with a sad face. No questions asked

I imagine Namjoon is the kind of boyfriend who will stay up late talking to you and wait until you’re asleep until he goes to sleep

I imagine Yoongi is the kind of boyfriend whose favorite position on the couch is laying on his side with his head in your lap