I Started Watching SKZCODE Because I Never Got Myself To Do It Before And I Just Realized

I started watching SKZCODE because i never got myself to do it before and i just realized

These 8 random dudes make me so happy (i was full on cackling on episode 2) and they don't even know it.

Just i love them a lot guys i hope they're doing good and i wish them all the happiness in the world :')

all good things come in 3(0)s ♡ for @heybaetae

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data, jung-koook

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lost in you | kth

>> pairing fuckboy!taehyung x fem!reader

>> genre/au's college au | frat party | angst | smut | fluff | crack

>> summary the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.

>> word count 7.0k

>> warnings reader has mommy issues :/ | mentions of stress and self-worth | mentions of sexuality and homophobia | they're both going through something | ft. tannieeee | looots of kissing | fingering | handjob | missionary | protected sex | happy ending!!

>> author's note fdkjshsdkfj fuck this has taken me a good few days to finish but i did itt!! needed that extra push and kim taehyung blessed me with more pics. thank you king. this is mostly for my beloved @moonchild1 as she heard the idea first and supported it till it's release. i should also note that this fic is different from my other ones and also definitely a favorite of mine. i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🥺♡

“What?!” You whisper yell, removing your face from your computer as you glare down at the annoying person in question. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He retorts, before moving his long slender fingers all over your laptop and pressing down on whatever seems to interest him. You slap his hand lightly, causing them to retreat in an instant. 

“What are you? Five years old?” 

He scoffs. “I can sit still. It just annoys me how you haven’t answered my question yet, so I’ll annoy you until you give in.” 

You roll your eyes, slamming both hands on the table and turn sternly towards him. “What do you want, Kim?” 

He chuckles, moving closer as he eyes you down. “I want…” He starts off, his voice dropping into a whisper and you feel the hair in the nape of your neck stand. “You.” He finishes, and before you get a chance to speak he interrupts you. 

“To come to this party tonight.” He removes himself from your personal space, grinning from ear to ear. 

“I already told you. The answer is—” 

“Oh come on, live a little.” He throws his arm in the air, trying to cause a scene as you feel yourself shrink down in your seat when too many pairs of eyes trail silently in your direction. 

“If you stop making a scene, then fine.” As soon as Taehyung silently throws his hands and makes wild fist pumping, you immediately regret giving in, earning a cold glare from the receptionist. 

“Stop. Leave.” You hold him down with one hand on his shoulder, and notice how Taehyung soothes under your touch rather than tensing. That’s odd. 

“All right, catch you later babe.” He winks at you before he finally moves out of your frame and lets you focus back on your studies. 

Kim Taehyung. Or as people call him, Tae. He’s not your cliche type of fuckboy, instead he catches glances wherever he walks in simple outfits mostly consisting of a snapback, and an oversized hoodie— not that you have noticed or anything, no. Sure, many have fallen head over heals over the charming man but not you. It’s not that the idea is completely out of the question but this is Taehyung and you? Well, you don’t exactly fit that category. 

It’s not by choice. Hard to explain. 

But somehow Taehyung is stuck to your hip. Maybe because he knows you have all the answers to chemistry which is the only class you share with him. Everyone has noticed him running up to you when you catch his eye on campus and how you don’t seem bothered by it. You’re not. But you’re not enjoying it either. 

Taehyung is trouble. He’s a distraction from what truly matters. The studies are roaming all over your head, the goals you have in life after college, Taehyung doesn’t fit anywhere and oh yeah, he’s a fuckboy. That detail is very important. 

You see, Taehyung and you? Complete opposites. While he’s more on the free run? You’re in your own made up jail. Never breaking out and accepting that it’s best you stay in your own space until you get your degree. 

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you don’t want to disappoint your mother, her being firm on wanting you to succeed and not wanting you to loosen up nor get distracted. 

And that’s exactly what Taehyung is. A complete distraction to everything that matters to you, or well mostly your mother. 

So you bite down every image of how it’d be like if you ever gave in or just… loosened up for a single night and returned back to what you should be. 

Therefore, despite you telling Taehyung you would come to this ridiculous frat party, you won’t. Instead, you’ll be in your dorm studying while your roommate Mina goes out with her girlfriends like she does each weekend. 

She has tried to push you towards the fun zone but you wouldn’t budge and that has also created quite the atmosphere in your room when both of you are hanging around. She’s called you boring behind your back. It wasn’t intended for you to hear, but as you had one day ended a class a bit earlier than expected you caught her talking to her boyfriend about you or more so, her living situation as she called it. 

It hurt, even though you’ve grown to never let anything affect you. In reality it’s simply a word, one that can have a bigger meaning than you think but still. You never wanted to come off as boring. Not when you’ve spent your whole life trying to do what’s right. 

As if she’ll understand either way. 

The library ends up closing, causing you to move to your dorm and continue what you started. 

You don’t even get to lay down on your bed for five minutes before your phone rings. It’s your mother. Probably wanting a life update like she does whenever she has time. Well, actually no. Not a life update, a study update, or grades, just anything that’s connected to your school. 

“Sweetheart? Just wondering how your studies are going.” She says the first thing when you accept the call. You aren’t surprised, suppressing a sigh or even an eye roll. 

“It’s okay. Everything is going just fine.” 

“I know it’s Friday, but please remember what’s important, all right? No partying, no alcohol and no boys.” She highlights the last word, in that snarky tone she always uses when she’s strict and consistent. 

“Yes.” You simply answer, annoyance reaching the tip of your ears. 

“All right, well I don’t want to interrupt you any further.” After a few goodbyes and I miss you’s, you hang up. 

You groan loudly into your pillow. 

Even though you also want what’s best for you, a part of you has always had an urge to just simply live. Live freely for one night, try alcohol, dance until your feet and legs are sore. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll kiss someone. Who knows? 

Moments like these make you think back to that one night you had right before the semester started. Your mom had to leave the country, leaving the house for yourself and that’s when everything clicked. The opportunity was there. So, your friend from back home, Hoseok, dragged you with him to a basement where all his friends hung out during the weekends. 

There was no alcohol involved, but there was this one guy that caught your interest and one thing led to another.

You lost your virginity that night. In your very own bed while your mom probably thought you had already gone long to bed. 

It’s that night that constantly itches, wanting to be scratched and repeated once more. 

You roll over, watching the clock tick loudly. The party just started. 

Voices scream from left and right, almost like you have a devil and angel on each shoulder. Should you, or not? 

Do it. A small voice says, winning you completely over and next thing you know you’re getting ready and running out of your door. 

The frat party in question is all of Taehyung’s friends, the ones that think they can get lucky with one of the frat boys, or more so Taehyung and his charming boxy shaped smile. 

You? You’re there to live. To say fuck it for just this once and feel the truest form of what it’s like to let go. 

As you reach the house, the noise from the music turns louder, a hard and low base booming beat. You can already feel it in your veins and you haven’t even stepped into it yet. 

The front yard is already completely destroyed. Bottles of remaining liquor on the freshly cut grass and red cups. Some would find it disgusting, yet you find it intriguing. 

You try and ignore the swarm of butterflies in the pit of your stomach as you walk up the staircase and catch two girls making out on the side of the house, not caring that anyone catches them tonguing each other down. You simply scoff in disbelief, wanting to reach that sort of freedom. 

One step in and the lights ignite every edge of the open space living room. There’s artificial smoke, coming from a machine beneath the DJ’s booth. Bodies are dancing in a synchronized wave, letting their hips glide against each other, probably sweating against each other's clothes as well. 

A smile forms quickly on your lips, standing still as you watch the scene unfold. The smell is absolutely horrid but you ignore it, too focused on what matters. Life, carelessness. 

The immense feeling of joy overflows you completely, until someone calls out your name, catching you out of your trance. 

“Someone pinch me, because there’s no way in hell you actually came.” 

“Calm down Taehyung.” You retort, crossing your arms to keep the cold surface of your own character. 

“Oh come on. Let me for once have this moment. I was for certain you were going to ditch, like every other time I’ve invited you.” He’s not wrong. This isn’t the first time he’s pleaded for you to show up, just for five minutes. Therefore, his reaction isn’t an exaggeration, it’s honest. 

“All right, thirty seconds but not more than that. Got it?” 

Taehyung smiles, moving forward as he continues his antics of being in absolute disbelief. 

“Time’s out.” You mention when he’s run out of things to say. 

“Bummer.” Taehyung looks down on his feet. “Wanna meet my friends? None of them think you’re real.” The comment throws you off, resulting in your brows to meet in the middle and your jaw to go slack. 

“Wait what?” Taehyung ignores it, wrapping his arm around your neck and shoulders and moving you towards the kitchen. 

“Yo! Joonie.” He exclaims loudly, making a tall broad guy turn around with a surprised expression. 

“Namjoon, meet Y/N.” The guy drops his jaw, his cup almost falling from his hand when Taehyung introduces you. Is it really that bad?

“Holy shit you weren’t kidding.” He mumbles under his breath. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of you almost being a ghost to Taehyung’s friends for the longest time. 

“The same for you! Want a drink?” Namjoon offers quickly while Taehyung slips his arm off from your form and moves towards others that are standing in the kitchen and chatting. 

“Sure!” 

Namjoon proceeds to give you a run down of every available liquor and each drink that’s possible based off of it. You settle on vodka with a juice to ease down the strong taste of liquor. Namjoon shows you how to make it, giving advice on how much you need to pour. 

“Thank you.” You say as you take a sip, barely tasting the vodka although the sting lingers on your tongue afterwards. 

Taehyung joins you again, standing proudly next to Namjoon despite their height difference. It’s cute somehow. He adjusts his hair, removing the snapback as he runs his slender fingers through the thick strands before pulling the snapback, revealing every inch of his face. 

“How’s college treating you?” Namjoon asks, taking interest in you while Taehyung keeps quiet, his eyes roaming everywhere. 

“It’s okay.” You keep it simple, trying your best to not overwhelm him with how it’s actually like. 

“Great. So how many times has Tae hit on you?” 

“Dude!” Taehyung shoves Namjoon by the shoulder, as you grin trying to find an exact number of how many times it has occurred. 

“Drop the act. You’ve been with everyone in this house.” Namjoon calls him out, causing you to laugh with everything your lungs and throat has to give. 

“I haven’t—“ As he's about to throw the classic ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ speech, someone pulls him by the arm. 

They whisper in his ear and Taehyung quirks his eyebrows. 

“I’ll be right back.” He announces suddenly, as the handsome guy next to him is smirking. 

“You were saying?” Namjoon throws in, resulting in Taehyung to give him the finger as he walks away with company. 

“Whatever!” He manages to shout before he’s out of sight. 

“As I was saying…” Namjoon goes back to your conversation, completely ignoring what had just happened in front of you. It truly proves how it has happened more than once and that Taehyung truly goes around as the rumors say. 

Good for him.

Namjoon catches you looking at the dance floor a few times during your conversation, resulting in him asking if you want to dance. Without a second thought, you nod yes and down the rest of your drink wanting to prevent you from spilling it on yourself if someone knocks it down with a powerful dance move. 

The dance floor is nothing like you imagined. It’s tight, everyone bumping into each other when they try and succeed moving freely. It’s annoying but right now you couldn’t care less as you throw your body into the rhythm of the beats. Namjoon grins, watching you, taking your hand and causing you to twirl under his palm. 

You’re having fun for once, no care in the world and that’s when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You try and ignore it, but it continues to accumulate, owning a frown on your face as you grab a hold of it. 

mom (12 missed calls) 

mom: pick up your phone. 

mom: why are you not in your dorm? 

mom: are you going to ignore me? 

Fuck. 

The enjoyment falls off a cliff, causing you to stand still while everyone around you continues to have fun. You don’t know what to do, so the next you feel is your body going into shock. You’re in need of air so you pull away, excusing yourself to Namjoon and running to the entrance of the frat house. 

The moment the cold wind hits your face, you fall down, your legs falling on the staircase as you watch the notifications continue to pop up from your mother. You should’ve known she had her ways of finding out. After all, she did have a decent conversation with your TA on your first day. 

Maybe that’s how she found out. 

You lock your phone, staring into the distance and that’s when the first tear threatens to fall. You wipe it away quickly, hating the feeling of wetness on your skin. Yet it doesn’t stop and soon you give up, letting them fall freely. 

It’s the first time you’ve truly cried. Every other time you held it all back, pushed it in the depths of your heart and ignored it even though it caused cracks every time. 

“Y/N?” You look up, finding Taehyung with a worried expression. 

Quickly, you look away, wiping the remains of your tears. “Go away, Kim.” You whisper, always feeling the need to push everyone away when you are vulnerable. 

It doesn’t exactly go according to plan, Taehyung sitting next to you. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” The sound of his tone almost makes you believe he’s genuinely worried but why would he? You’re not friends, you’re not anything. 

“Why the fuck do you care? Just go.” Now you’ve raised your voice, causing Taehyung to flinch next to you. 

“Look at me.” You don’t. 

“Listen, I might be the last person you think that cares but… Fuck. Seeing you like this it—“ Taehyung pauses as you’ve finally gained courage to look him in the eyes. 

“I just don’t like seeing you like this.” He admits in the open. 

“Taehyung…” 

“So please, just. Are you okay?” He tries, you can see it the way he’s secretly fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. It looks like this is the first time he’s been in such a situation, you as well. 

“I’m not.” You respond without thinking too much, still overwhelmed by the fit your mother is throwing on your phone. 

Taehyung notices the constant beeping coming from it, but remains quiet. 

“You know what I do when I’m not feeling my best?” Is he seriously about to give you advice? As if he hasn’t broken multiple hearts and—

“Pancakes.” He answers truthfully. 

“What?” You’re taken back, not expecting that. 

“Yeah, the diner longer down the street makes the best ones.” You don’t get another word before he grabs your hand. 

“Come on, it’s on me.” He stands up, turning around to see you contemplating if you should go ahead with his stupid idea. 

“Taehyung I don’t think—“ 

“Just, trust me?” Well that’s hard, seeing his reputation as being the famous fuckboy of your shared campus. 

But Taehyung is a distraction, and that’s exactly what you need right now. So, without thinking too much you get up and follow him. Although you pull your hand away from his grasp, noticing how it’s affecting you. You blame it on your current state. 

Taehyung doesn’t talk the whole way there, which you enjoy. Right now you just want the wind to blow away all your problems. 

The diner is just as you expect, americanized to an extent. You feel as if you’ve just stepped into the film Pulp Fiction with how big and broad the booths are, covered in red leather. 

Taehyung gets recognized immediately by the old woman, leaning on the counter as she counts tips. Her smile has never been broader as Taehyung walks up to her and hugs her like she’s family. 

“Taehyungie!” She exclaims, cooing his name again and again while you stand awkwardly behind, noticing how the diner is empty. 

Taehyung falls into a small talk with her, before turning around and asking you to pick a booth. You nod silently, taking one that’s furthest away, next to the big clear window that shows you a glimpse of whatever is happening on the street. 

The leather creases as you sit down, moving towards the window and looking outside while your phone continues to blow up. You have had enough, turning your phone off completely to let your brain breathe for once without having that constant nagging of your mother tick. 

Taehyung soon joins you, sitting down in front of you as he leans comfortably against the booth. 

“Now.” Taehyung clasps his hands together. “Are you going to tell me what happened or should I annoy you until you give in?” 

You bite down your lip, considering if you should just say it. Maybe it’ll ease the pain that’s growing in your chest which each missed call from your mother. 

“It’s not easy, Taehyung.” You start off, circling a bit around, too afraid to speak too much towards what’s really bothering you. 

“What isn’t?” He’s leaning forward, eyebrows raised as he watches your every movement as you find your words. 

Before you get to, the old woman arrives with the pancakes, a big smile on her face. 

“Enjoy!” Her wrinkles are prominent, skin smooth as you notice the small details. 

“Thank you.” You respond, catching yourself smiling when her own never drops nor stretches. She’s simply being content and it eases your mind that maybe everything will turn out okay. 

Taehyung thanks her as well, complimenting her before she moves back behind the counter. 

He lets you have a bite before asking you again and he’s right. The pancakes are incredible. 

The sweet taste savors itself in your mouth, leaving an aftertaste seeking for more. Therefore, you both sit and enjoy the pancakes in silence, the radio music playing in the background. 

Taehyung doesn’t interrupt you, instead he finds himself smiling at how your lips stretch by each bite, causing a genuine smile to rest on your face as you find a napkin and wipe down any excess. 

“It’s my mother.” You say when the silence returns. Taehyung pauses, dropping the cutlery and humming along with what you’re telling him. 

“I’m never going to be good enough for her. She’s always persistent in me being my best self. What if I want this? What if I want to have fun? Go party? Live, just for once. It’s my life and fuck—“ You grow frustrated, anger seeping through your veins as Taehyung’s heart drops. 

He finally realizes how you were never ‘boring’ nor ‘cold’. You’re hurt. 

“Even when I’ve used two semesters on nothing but studying, just this one night I’m getting screamed at. For what? For loosening up? For letting myself forget for just one second how not everything is about grades and constant studying?” 

Taehyung stays quiet, looking down at the table and letting your words sink in. He doesn’t want you to stop on his behalf. He can sense you need this, to just shout and say your thoughts out loud instead of letting yourself drown in them. 

“Taehyung.” 

That catches Taehyung’s attention. “Yeah?”

“Will I… Will I ever be good enough?” 

At that moment your heart takes the final crack, shattering beneath your shirt. You swallow the clump in your throat, it’s tightening as you try your best to push back your tears. It’s not ideal to cry in front of Taehyung again, not this time at least. 

“What if I told you that you already are?” He nudges his hand towards yours, keeping his eyes in tact with your own. “Do you have any idea how impressive you are?” 

You’re startled by his choice of words, but let him speak. 

“And it just— It breaks my heart that you’re not able to see that because of your mother. Because you are.” Taehyung finally clutches his hand in yours, squeezing as he repeats it. 

You are. 

Every part of you wants to believe him. But it’s hard. 

“How could you know? You’ve never had to deal with a strict mother.” It comes out harsher than you intended, but you’re sick of hoping. You’re sick of believing something that doesn’t feel close to reality. 

“I don’t know what it’s like to have a strict parent but…” Taehyung stops, retrieving his hand as he looks at the empty parking lot through the thick glass. 

“I know what it's like to not feel supported, nor good enough.” Taehyung swallows, opening his mouth to say something but shutting it quickly, debating against it. 

“Oh.” Is all that comes out of you. 

Taehyung takes a second before returning his gaze on you. 

“It might be hard to believe because I’ve been around campus, as you know but. It’s not—“ Taehyung takes a second, fidgeting with the hoodie strings again. “It’s not because I can, it’s because I want to. My family wasn’t the most supportive when I came out so here I’m finally able to just be me, be with whoever I want to be.” Taehyung begins to smile, while your heart sinks for judging Taehyung’s status on campus rather than simply letting him be. 

It was never what it seemed to be and the reality hits you. 

“Taehyung. I’m sorry for ever being rude or just—“ 

“We all go through something, that’s why the rumors have never bothered me. People can say whatever they want. I know what I am, and what I want to be and that’s all that matters in the end. You deserve that for yourself too. You deserve to live the life you want and not how your mother wants. In the end we all have one life, no?” 

You nod, letting tears fall because despite you and Taehyung being completely different, you understand each other. 

“Thank you.” You whisper, Taehyung grabbing your hand gently. 

“Told you the pancakes were good.” He says to lighten up the situation again and you begin to laugh, Taehyung soon joining in with a big grin. 

The conversation brings courage to you, so while Taehyung speaks with the older woman and helps her clean up, you fetch your phone and decide to text your mother. 

you: i hope one day you’ll be able to understand that you aren’t in control of my life. i am. 

She responds quickly but instead of catching her answer, you go back to shutting off your phone. 

Already by a simple message, your heart seems to heal slowly. 

Taehyung returns, about to sit down when you move to stand. 

“I stood up to her.” You confess, feeling proud about yourself for the very first time. 

Taehyung’s mouth drops. “That’s amazing.” He breathes out, engulfing you in a warm hug. It’s the first hug you’ve received in a long while and somehow it feels warmer than anything you’ve felt for years. 

Taehyung quickly pulls away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just—“ You cut him off by hugging him again which catches him by surprise. Soon, he wraps his arms around you again, squeezing you once as you let yourself feel this. 

The hug lasts for a little while, but you decide to pull away, already feeling much better than you did earlier. 

“You want to leave?” 

“Yeah, let’s go.” 

You walk out of the diner, met with the cold air again and start walking back to the frat party. Taehyung checks his phone next to you to see the time and that’s when you notice his background. 

“Is that your dog?” Taehyung looks up, biting back a smile as he shows you the picture. 

“Yeah, his name is Yeontan.” You hum as Taehyung continues to tell you everything about his dog and it warms your heart to hear how much love is shared between them. 

“He sounds incredible.” You comment when Taehyung finishes his rant. 

“Do you want to meet him? I live five minutes away.” The idea of getting a glimpse of Taehyung as a person and not what people say about him results in you saying yes. 

Before you know it, you’re standing behind Taehyung as he types in the code for his door before it unlocks and Yeontan is sitting patiently, tongue out and big eyes watching you. 

He immediately gets picked up by Taehyung. “Hi Tannie.” He greets as he pampers him with kisses all over while Yeontan seeks for your attention, wiggling in Taehyung’s embrace. 

You join in, greeting the excited dog and letting your hand feel his soft fur. Taehyung watches the small interaction, eyes sparkling whenever Yeontan reaches for your touch when you’re about to stop. 

After you stand by the doorway for quite some time, Taehyung puts Yeontan back on the floor and moves towards the living room, turning on the lights to spark life into the small apartment. 

It’s spacious, art on the walls with books and plants in each corner. 

“Want something to drink?” Taehyung offers while strolling through the open kitchen as you notice each detail of his place. 

“Sure. Hey, who made all those paintings?” You’ve never seen them before. 

“I made them.” Taehyung responds while boiling some water for tea. 

“They’re beautiful.” You say as you step closer, noticing each detail and the contrast between the colors. You never saw Taehyung as an artist, but as you let the painted canvas sink in, you realize it couldn’t be more right for Taehyung. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles behind you, covering his face, feeling a blush creep up by the nape of his neck. He’s never been complimented for something he’s made before, but it coming from you skyrockets his confidence in his favorite hobby. 

You turn around, noticing how close Taehyung is standing in front of you. He removes his hands from his face, feeling your gaze burn through his skin. 

“So, you want to become an artist?” You ask, wanting to know the real Taehyung. 

“Yes. I’ve always wanted to be that ever since I used to play with body paint back in middle school.” Taehyung decides to look back at the art you’ve chosen to admire. 

“I painted that as soon as I moved in and started living by myself. That’s why the colors aren’t that prominent cause I hadn’t bought all the supplies I needed yet. But, it still remains my favorite.” He reasons. 

You notice the small paw print in the corner. “Did Yeontan accidentally step on the canvas?” You giggle as you point and Taehyung scoffs in offense. 

“No! I actually forced his paw down, because I’m not completely alone. I live with him so…” He explains and your heart flutters. Why is Kim Taehyung extremely endearing? 

Before you get to comment, the water is done boiling and Taehyung returns to the kitchen to start pouring warm water into two mugs. 

When you both sit on the couch and sip silently, you feel horrible. You truly misjudged Taehyung based on shitty rumors and other people's words rather than his own. 

“I’m sorry for misjudging you, Tae.” The nickname comes naturally to you, catching an earnest reaction by Taehyung. 

“I forgive you. I’m sorry for thinking you were boring and cold.” He returns the apology even though he wasn’t exactly wrong. You were cold towards him. 

“I forgive you.” 

Yeontan plops himself between you both, laying down and receiving endless touches as you both continue to talk. You learn about Taehyung’s siblings, he learns about your life back home and that one night you’ll never forget. 

“I’m glad you experienced that. You deserve so many more.” He says as he puts down his cup, finishing the last sip right after you and you bite down your lip to repress a smile. 

“I can't wait.” 

Taehyung grabs your mugs, putting them in the dishwasher as Yeontan snores silently next to you. You push yourself up to help Taehyung out with anything he needs but he quickly shuts it down, using the excuse that you’re a guest and should rest. 

Taehyung was never just a fuckboy with a dashing smile. Taehyung is an aspiring artist, a person with dreams, struggles. The realization truly hits you when you both stare at each other in the kitchen, not saying a word. 

You act impulsively, giving into your urges and kiss Taehyung. The kiss is short because you suddenly doubt and pull away. 

“I— I’m sorry.” You stutter, catching the stunned expression resting on Taehyung’s face. 

“I’m not.” He responds, pulling you in for more. You let yourself feel, embracing him as your mouth moves with his in a synced tempo. His breath mingles with yours, tongue nibbling your bottom lip before you open and accept it with ease. 

Somehow it turns heated, Taehyung pushing forward and your clutch on him tightens. 

It’s like it’s all meant to happen at this moment. Therefore you both stumble towards his room, removing each other's clothes with each step before sealing your lips again. 

The bedroom comes into view, being no different than the living room, decorated just the same. You pull away completely to catch a glimpse of what’s around you. 

“Just as I pictured.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again. You can feel the edges of Taehyung’s smile against your lips as he pushes you down with him on the covers of his bed. 

The crinkling sound of the covers erupt in the room as you move against each other. Taehyung’s hands roam all over your upper half, squeezing your breasts before moving downwards and cupping your core gently. Your moan is muffled by Taehyung’s tongue, as your hips buck upwards, reaching for the contact of his hand again. 

Taehyung doesn’t question your certain need for him, instead giving you just what you silently wish for, cupping you once more and squeezing a bit harder. Your hips move against his hand above the material of your pants, as you continue to let yourself grow needier by the minute. 

“Been wanting this for so long.” Taehyung confesses as he moves to kiss your neck, his tongue wetting every part he can reach. 

“Me too.” You sigh, enjoying the feeling of Taehyung’s plumb lips dancing on every inch of your neck. 

Your fingers tangle through the soft hair of his, pulling him back up to peck his lips, already missing the taste of him. 

“Need more.” You admit, tired of not being able to feel Taehyung’s hands on you. Taehyung moves backwards, supporting himself on his knees as he removes his t-shirt and goes directly for the buttons on your pants. While he’s too busy fidgeting, you notice the details on his stomach and his moles. His arms are bigger than you expected, flexing as he struggles along and you stifle a tiny giggle, noticing how he’s currently about to rip them off. 

“Gosh! So many buttons and for what?!” He points out, growing annoyed even though he’s smiling like an idiot. With success he manages to pull them off, even though they get stuck at your heels for a split second. 

“Fucking finally.” He exclaims, rushing back down on you and letting your skins burn against each other. Your hands roam on his back, scratching it lightly when he grinds down on you in one motion. 

Taehyung’s hand trails further down, circling his fingers on your clit through the fabric. You gasp, mouth agape as his lips trail above yours. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” He says in a low voice, watching your expressions as he begins to quicken his pace. His ministrations cause you to buck your hips uncontrollably, enjoying the feeling of his touch. 

The feelings increase, causing your legs to slightly shake as you mutter out curse words. “Fuck– Taehyung. Don’t stop.” You plead. Taehyung obeys, sliding his hand under the material of your underwear and finally feeling you bare. You’re already soaked, his fingers sliding between your lips, covering themselves as he moves upwards to continue rubbing down on your clit. 

Your hold on Taehyung’s back tightens, small pants escaping you as the wave of pleasure overwhelms you completely. 

“You’re doing so well.” Taehyung praises you, biting down on your earlobe before moving down towards your exposed chest. He’s biting and kissing you everywhere his mouth can reach while his fingers never slow down on your clit. 

As you feel yourself grow closer to orgasm, you arch your back, neck fully strained as a whine escapes past your lips. That’s all it takes for you to tip over, twitching a few times and loosening under Taehyung. He can feel how wet you’ve become, touching you sensually as he cups you while smoldering you with kisses all over your face. 

Even though you’re still trying to catch your breath from before, it doesn’t stop you from reaching under Taehyung’s green sweatpants and groping him. His breath shutters by the unexpected touch from you, as you smile towards him, biting down on your bottom lip. 

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” He whispers, rolling his hips into your hand as you continue to squeeze his cock through his briefs. 

With enough teasing from your part, you pull the waistband, hand diving in to feel the softness of Taehyung’s cock. His tip is slightly wet from all the build up, aching to fuck you already. But, he’s thoroughly enjoying your delicate hands circling and stroking him. You’re looking down in between your legs, noticing how close his cock is to your core. Without a second though, you circle your arm around his waist, pulling the sweatpants and briefs in one go, before placing his cock in between your legs, letting it slide in between your legs. 

There’s a synchronization of your moans, as both your gazes are fixated on Taehyung’s cock sliding with each thrust. 

“Fuck this.” Taehyung breathes out, removing himself as his hands open his bedside drawer in a hurry, while you remove your underwear completely. He fetches a condom, sliding it down on his cock with ease as he smirks in your direction. The sight is mesmerizing, Taehyung’s skin looks flushed already as he shakes his head to get his long hair out of his frame. 

You spread your legs further when Taehyung props himself by your entrance. You trace your finger on his upper arm, while he admires your naked form in front of him. Taehyung may have admitted he’s been wanting this for a long time, but it’s longer than you think. 

Therefore he’s nervous. Taehyung is usually never nervous when he’s out to have a little fun but this is you. You’re not just anybody and you’re the only one who knows Taehyung how he knows himself. 

With shaky hands, Taehyung gains courage to take the final step and slide in with ease. You’re both surprised by how good it feels, expression almost alike as Taehyung thrusts further in. 

The moment he’s fully inside of you, there’s a pause. It’s almost as if you’re both trying to let everything sync in. Everything that has led to this and how you’re doing something you’ve both longed for the longest time. 

“You’re unbelievable.” Taehyung mutters, tracing his fingers on your stained neck due to his mouth. 

“Tae…” You lean upwards, pecking his lips softly. “Please, fuck me.” 

Taehyung is stunned to hear such words from you, but somehow it also ignites something in him. His hand envelops around your jaw and cheek, keeping your eyes on him as he begins to move. 

The pace isn’t fast nor slow, it’s good enough to hit your g-spot repeatedly with each move. Maybe it’s also because Taehyung is big and just feels fucking good inside of you. 

“Good enough for you baby?” 

When you can’t mumble back a response, the answer hangs heavy in the air, resulting in Taehyung gaining a side smirk as he continues what he’s best at. 

Even though it has been a while for you since you’ve had sex, there’s something so familiar and comfortable regarding Taehyung. It makes the whole thing more euphoric and unforgettable. 

As the sounds begin to erupt with each glide, Taehyung decides to prop himself up on his knees instead. He holds your hips upwards, sliding a pillow beneath for leverage before he slides in again, holding tightly onto your waist. 

The position isn’t that special but fuck you’re already close again, sweat accumulating on your skin and on your face. Taehyung’s strands are beginning to dampen as well, his torso glistening under the exposed light from outside. 

Taehyung can feel you clench around him with each thrust, joined by your angelic moans. He’s close already but trying to push it back to make you finish first. After all, he’s been waiting for this for too long for it to end so quickly. 

He knows a thing or two, so you’re not surprised when he slides his thumb down on your clit, pressing with each thrust from him. The action makes your body jolt, pants shortening as your brain completely shuts down. 

“Fuck I’m— Fuck.” Uncontrolled, you grab Taehyung’s forearm for support, tensing harder by the minute while he continues to thrust in the same tempo. 

Just before you can give a warning, you come undone all over his cock, the sounds squelching as he pushes back in. Taehyung doesn’t even need to reach a hand down to feel how wet he’s made you, the wetness and warmth covering his cock being more than enough. 

The moment you’re recollecting yourself, Taehyung thrusts one last time, his cock twitching once or twice inside of you before he pulls out to remove the condom. 

“Holy shit.” You both say in unison, resulting in a small laughing session to be shared. 

Taehyung goes to his bathroom to pick up a cloth to wipe you down while your body has completely given out. Taehyung ends up taking care of you. He gets you water and some clothes of his. It’s the most Taehyung attire. Colored hoodie and sweats. 

You’re not Taehyung’s size, making the outfit look a bit silly while Taehyung tries to reassure you it looks cool. 

“Fuck, I need to walk with Yeontan.” He slaps his forehead. 

“Okay, let’s go.” You say without a doubt.

Yeontan seems to be wide awake when you both walk into the living room. He’s wiggling his tail again, panting as Taehyung straps him in, signaling him for a walk. Yeontan seems to be judging Taehyung the whole time, causing you to laugh over the duo. 

The streets are empty, the lights on while you stroll calmly. Taehyung wasn’t even kidding about living so close from the frat party because after a few meters, the booming beat is roaming again. 

“I’m glad tonight happened and just…” Taehyung starts off, standing still as Yeontan pauses to sniff around on the cemented ground. 

“Me too. I had a lot of fun, so thank you.” 

It almost sounds like a goodbye, even though it’s going to be the words that will start something incredibly profound and special between you and Taehyung, later on. 

The walk doesn’t take more than a good twenty minutes and as you arrive back, Taehyung adds light into his room. 

You catch more details this time. One of them being a camera. 

“A photographer, huh.” You say, grabbing it carefully while Taehyung rolls his eyes. 

“It was a gift from my brother and—“ 

Click. 

You snap a photo, looking at it again and smiling at how Taehyung’s face is anything but ready. 

“Adorable.” You can’t help but comment and Taehyung grabs the camera, taking pictures of you as well. 

“Look how cute you are.” 

“Stop it!” You try to tickle Taehyung so he’ll stop with the pictures and it seems to work because before you know it, he’s placing it down and tackling you back down on his bed. 

“God, what am I going to do with you?” 

“You tell me, Taehyung.” 

Instead of giving an actual answer, he kisses you softly. “I’m not letting you leave before you agree to go on a date with me.” 

“I wasn’t intending on leaving either way.” 

You both sound absolutely foolish, big grins on your faces but it’s enough for you both to know that this is the start of something that will remain. 

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