LOOK!!! IT'S MY HUSBAND!! PERFORMING IN THE FIFA WORLDCUP!! MY LITTLE BABY STAR EYE CANDY CONCURRING

LOOK!!! IT'S MY HUSBAND!! PERFORMING IN THE FIFA WORLDCUP!! MY LITTLE BABY STAR EYE CANDY CONCURRING THE WORLD AT 25

IM SO PROUD OF YOU JUNGKOOK, NO MATTER WHAT PART WHAT STAGE OF LIFE I AM IN, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND THE BOYS SO MUCH

IM SO HAPPY MY GUY HAS GROWN UP SO MUCH LOOK AT HIMMM🥹

all heart eyes for gguk

a monumental moment

Loid still believes Yor was a sex worker, and he still thinks she’s the perfect mother to his daughter, the ideal wife, and constantly admires her and is proud of her strength, character, and accomplishments.

Meanwhile, Yor now believes Loid keeps disappearing because he’s taking really long shits

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I just finished reading this and MY GOD!!!!!!!!! wonderful!!! there is something about your writing style, it's so refreshing, so raw- it doesn't romanticize the emotions, colour them under rose-coloured lens- it is honest. So true. I felt really connected with the reader- her decisions and flaws, it's like it was really me in the fanfiction! the entire nina and yn sub-plot took me on a toll since I'm personally going through something like that right now. Man, this story touched me from the inside. It's become one of my favorites! I hope this fanfic gets recognized more. Heartbreak, love, healing- it was all portrayed so well.

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Chapter 16: Worth It || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

//

In which things finally come together.

Chapter Warnings: language, drinking, kissing, explicit sex including: breast play, fingering, unprotected sex with bc (this is fiction, your life is not), penetrative sex, bossy/dom-ish!tae but oc gives it right back, a teeeeeny little bit of dirty talk, one use of “good girl” oops, also the fic is over :(

Word Count: 4.5k

I saw the sun and thought I saw what was hidden The Ghost Sonata | Scene III August Strindberg

Chapter 16: Worth It

Sunday, April 15th

When Taehyung drops you off at your dorm building the next morning, you go inside quickly but lean against a wall once you’re out of his view. You need a minute by yourself before you have to answer to your roommates.

Something’s different with you and Taehyung this time; something’s different than it was even before, when things were good.

“We don’t need to say or do or decide anything,” he had told you, the covers still bunched over his head. “Right now, I’m happy. Let’s just be happy. There’s time for the rest later.”

You still feel like you’d both made some confessions last night, in the storm, wordlessly. You can’t shake the feeling that you’d somehow laid yourself bare, that you had no secrets left.

Maybe that’s what needed to happen.

You don’t know.

There’s time for that later. At least, that’s what Taehyung thinks.

When you slink into your dorm, half praying that everyone is asleep, you find both girls sitting on Kiko’s bed together, looking at you solemnly.

“That was extremely uncool of you,” Bridget says sternly, at the same time that Kiko says, “Are you okay?”

They look at each other in accusation; the united front seems to have crumbled into mixed messages.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” you say. You sit on your own bed, pick up a pillow and hug it to your chest like armor. “That was just… a lot.”

“You know Davis is full of shit, right?” Bridget asks. She looks at Kiko for back-up. Kiko nods vehemently. “Like, he’s just bitter and lashing out because that’s easier than facing the fact that he knows what he did to you was fucked up. He’s deflecting.”

You give her a flat stare. “The Psych classes are going good, huh?” you ask.

She rolls her eyes at you. “I want to hear you say that you know he’s wrong.”

You can’t do that, not if you’re being fully truthful. Maybe, with time. Maybe, with him, if you ever manage to salvage things completely. But you want to be off the hook, you want to move the conversation on, so you say, “I know he’s wrong.”

Kiko says, very businesslike, “I would like you to know that Davis took that punch like a bitch and boo-hooed like an infant afterwards.”

“He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes,” Bridget agrees.

“That warms my fucking heart,” you tell her. “God. Taehyung’s my hero. I wish someone had filmed it.”

“You really owe him,” Bridget agrees. “He was like, how dare you insult the love of my life, BAM!”

“He didn’t say that,” Kiko corrects quickly, before you can get any ideas.

“I don’t think I owe him anymore after last night,” you say coyly, fighting both a smirk and a blush.

Bridget screams. “Again?”

You laugh. “What do you mean again? The last time was almost a month ago! That was St. Patrick’s Day!”

When the girls are done interrogating you, you take a hot shower and get back in bed, needing a few hours to sleep. As you’re lazily scrolling through social media, getting comfy, you notice something with a jolt – Taehyung’s posts are back on your feed.

Tuesday, April 17th 

[8:42 AM] Taehyung: good morning 🙃

[8:42 AM] You: lol yes???

[8:44 AM] Taehyung: i have a proposition

[8:45 AM] You: i’m intrigued. hit me.

[8:46 AM] You: i mean, don’t HIT me, wanted to clarify since apparently u hit ppl sometimes

[8:47 AM] Taehyung: ……..

[8:47 AM] Taehyung: wow.

[8:48 AM] Taehyung: i am reconsidering my offer

[8:48 AM] You: lmao ok im sry

[8:49 AM] You: whats the offer

[8:50 AM] Taehyung: skip ur morning class and go get a waffle w me

–

Across the table, Taehyung hums happily as he pours syrup over his fluffy, steaming waffle. You stir your coffee absently while you wait for your turn.

“So…” you say, feeling a little awkward. “What’s the reason for the impromptu waffle outing?”

“Sometimes the craving just gets too strong,” he says seriously.

You level him with a look.

He laughs. “Okay, okay,” he says. “I thought… probably we should talk. I don’t want this to turn into a thing where we… y’know, do what we did over the weekend, but we aren’t even speaking. I don’t want that.”

“I don’t either,” you admit. 

“So, let’s talk then,” he says, like it’s so easy. “How have you been?”

You have two choices. You can hide your feelings, play it off, keep him at arm’s length the way you had been. 

Or… you can open up, tell him the truth, and maybe start forging a new way forward.

“Honestly?” you say. “It’s been kind of lonely. I lost you and Nina in the same week.”

He grimaces. “I’m sorry that went down with her. I know we… never got the chance to talk about it.”

You’re hit with another pang of guilt over how you treated him the night you found out about Nina.

“I’m really sorry about that night,” you whisper, eyes on the table. “I lost it, I wasn’t even myself. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“Thanks,” he says softly, like maybe he actually forgives you. “It was already a super fucked up situation, I can’t imagine adding on top that your best friend chose not to spare you any of it. Damn.” He shakes his head in disbelief. 

The reminder stings. “Chose not to spare me, chose to let it continue, chose to keep me looking fucking stupid -.”

“You’re not stupid,” he murmurs. Then, he asks, “Did you talk to her about it?”

“Yeah,” you say. “She just doubled down. She doesn’t think she made the wrong choice and I just… don’t care enough to try and make her think otherwise.”

You could end it there, move the conversation along. But it suddenly feels important that Taehyung knows the things you’ve been thinking about, the things you’ve chosen to work on.

“She said some stuff to me that’s really been on my mind,” you tell him. “In a weird way, it kind of put things into perspective for me.”

He waits, listening.

“She kind of said that I keep everybody out. Like, she’s been my best friend since elementary school and she literally told me she feels like she doesn’t know me. She said I did it to… him, and she suggested that I did it to you, too.”

A long silence stretches between you.

“I don’t think you kept me out,” Taehyung says thoughtfully. 

Hope blooms inside you - that maybe you’re not as fucked up as you felt, that maybe things between you two could be okay. 

“You don’t?” you ask.

“I mean…” he laughs a little. “I think you wanted to. I think that was the whole problem. But despite how hard you tried… I still think you let me in.”

Neither of you speak for a minute. 

“I’m glad… that I didn’t make you feel like that. It’s still something I’m going to keep working on.”

He gives you an understanding look. “I never felt like I didn’t know you. I knew you, even at the worst parts.”

Maybe it’s crossing a line, maybe you shouldn’t do it. But you reach across the table and take his fingers in yours, bruised knuckles and all.

He gives your hand a squeeze.

Saturday, April 21st

The weather finally seems to settle into spring, and the weekend boasts temperatures that give you a tiny tease of summer days. To celebrate being able to exist pleasantly outside, Seokjin and the guys throw together a last-second cook-out.

Taehyung asks if you’ll go, so you do. Simple.

You girls walk over midafternoon. You revel in it, being able to walk to the guys’ house in flip-flops, instead of bundled into a winter coat. You can’t believe you used to walk to and from the house at night during the winter. It’s a wonder no one ended up with pneumonia.

Everyone’s in the backyard when you get there. Well, almost everybody. You do a quick headcount.

“Where’s Seokjin?” you ask.

“He had to pick something up,” Taehyung tells you. He’s playing horseshoes with Jungkook at the edge of the yard. It appears, at a glance, that Jungkook is winning and Taehyung is endangering people’s lives. 

You and Kiko and Bridget head to the cooler by a picnic table and dig around through the beer selection. Yoongi seems to be getting the grill going, and Kiko floats that way to talk to him. Jimin comes over to the picnic table and sets up a bluetooth speaker, getting some music playing.

You and Bridget lay back in the grass - a safe distance from the horseshoe pits - vibing and chatting. Namjoon and Hoseok, along with a few people you haven’t met before, sit around near the picnic table, some in folding chairs, some on the grass. Jimin flits around, setting up, coming in and out of the house with bowls of chips.

“Why is no one helping him?” you ask. Bridget shrugs. You struggle to your feet and head up to the kitchen.

“Hey, need help?” you ask.

Jimin thinks, one hand on his hip. “I think I’m just done for now, until close to when the meat is cooked,” he thinks out loud. “You want to grab this case of soda? I’ll take one too and we can add them to the cooler.”

“No problem,” you tell him, doing as asked. 

As you bend over the cooler next to Jimin, you hear a car door shut out front. A minute later, Seokjin comes around the side of the house, a pretty girl in a sundress trailing behind him. 

“Hey,” he says, pausing by the big cluster of people in lawn chairs. “Everyone, this is Valeria. Valeria, everyone.”

“Oh, my God,” Taehyung says, dropping his horseshoe and coming closer. “Is she the coffee shop girl?”

“The one you never talked to?” Jimin adds.

Valeria flushes pink.

“I told you we talk!” Seokjin insists. 

“Wow. How long has this been a thing?” you ask.

They look at each other, the way new couples do when they need to get their timeline straight. 

“A few weeks?” Valeria guesses, and Seokjin nods his agreement.

The afternoon passes easily, especially once Yoongi is done grilling and you can all eat. But as the meal winds down, you all realize something alarming: you’re out of beer.

“Poor planning,” Yoongi chides teasingly. Jin elbows him in the ribs.

“I’ll go,” Taehyung offers. “I only had the one, and it was a while ago. What do we want, the same kind?”

You catch his eye and quirk an eyebrow at him. He makes a hey, why not face and shrugs. You get to your feet, silent conversation complete, and amble over to his side. 

Once the beer decision is made, Taehyung heads around the side of the house, fishing in his pocket for his car keys. You follow him, and for a second he’s silhouetted by the low-hanging sun, just an outline of the boy who sees you, knows you, loves you. He has given you so much openness, and honesty, left himself vulnerable for the pain you could bring even after you’d tried to warn him, even after you’d done it. 

You could go your whole life and never pay him back what you owe him for that. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. 

You wander through the store by his side, help carry a box back to the car. After he parks the car and starts heading for the front door, you call him back.

He turns, and you set the beer you were carrying down on the ground, walking up to him. He must see something in your face - determination, maybe, intent - so he does the same, watching you expectantly. 

“Taehyung… back in January when we were talking and you were telling me how you felt… I know you thought I wasn’t there.” Your breath catches, the confession stuck on your tongue. Taehyung looks at you openly, ready to hear you out. The breeze ruffles his wavy hair and he reaches up to move his bangs out of his eyes, not taking his gaze from you. Your shoulders sag a little with your next words - “But of course I was. Of course I loved you.”

His eyes widen, just slightly, his spine straightening. You push on, knowing it’s important, knowing he deserves to hear it.

“I just didn’t want to end up heartbroken again, didn’t want to spend my days trying to pretend I wasn’t hurting, didn’t want to be running into you on campus and feeling the need to avoid you…”

“And we ended up there anyway,” he says quietly.

You open your hands, agreeing. “We ended up there anyway. So what fucking good did it do? What did I push you away for?”

Taehyung is looking at you with a funny look on his face, like he’s figured something out. “You said loved,” he says, tone somewhere between suspicion and accusation.

“What?”

“You said of course you loved me.”

“Don’t,” you say. “Don’t do that.”

“You loved me?”

“Taehyung.”

“So, what, did you stop?” he asks. His voice breaks on the last word.

“Taehyung,” you say again.

“What?” he snaps, but he’s not mad, he’s coming closer, pulling you into his arms.

“Don’t,” you whisper. 

He places a hand on your heart, feels it racing beneath his touch. “Why are you so scared?” he asks you in a whisper.

“You know why,” you say flatly. 

“What’s the worst that can happen?” he challenges.

“You know that too,” you protest. 

You’re both silent for a minute. Taehyung lets go of you and starts to reach for his case of beer, something resigned settling in on his face.

“Wait,” you say quickly. You already fucked this up once; you can’t play these games if you want to keep him. And you do, you really do. 

“I don’t know why you’re giving me such a hard time about it,” you tell him, letting a little pout into your voice. “You know already.”

He raises one eyebrow. “What do I know, exactly?”

You shake your head. “That I love you. That I’ve loved you since Strindberg.”

Taehyung’s smile is lightning quick. He clutches his chest dramatically, closing his eyes as if in pain. “Since Strindberg!” he echoes.

“Taehyung!” you scold, but you’re laughing at his antics. “Could you not tease me right now?”

He laughs, then leans down to kiss you sweetly. 

“Come on,” he says, once he’s let you go. He reaches down to pick up the case of beer he’d brought, and you follow him into the house. He goes straight through to the back deck, placing the box down. “Beer delivery!” he calls. Everyone out in the yard pretends to cheer.

You start to head towards the wooden steps, but Taehyung tugs you back. He turns you gently, hands finding your waist.

“Say it again,” he breathes, snaking his arms around your waist.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “Say what?”

“Baby,” he whines, pouting. Oh. His giveaway. 

You kiss his lips sweetly, lightly, just barely. “I love you, Taehyung,” you whisper against his mouth. 

His lips quirk into a lopsided smile. “Let’s go inside.”

You look down at the yard full of people - your friends. “Won’t we be missed?”

He smirks at you. “We’ll be back soon.”

“My heart just went pitter-pat,” you deadpan, and he laughs. 

“If you’re actually with me now, I guess you better get used to that,” he teases as you head through the kitchen and into the living room. You expect him to lead you upstairs, but he heads for the basement steps instead. 

At the bottom, he pauses, tapping on his phone. You lean over his arm. He’s sent a groupchat a message that reads, “no one come downstairs pls 🙃”. Your eyebrows raise.

“Does that actually work?” you ask. He’s already received back two thumbs-up emojis, and someone is typing.

He looks at you, incredulous. “Of course it does! It’s bro code! We very much do not want to see each other in action, I promise you.”

He sits you on the edge of the table that’s usually reserved for beer pong. Thankfully, they seem to clean it off pretty well, and it’s not sticky beneath you.

He tugs you to the edge of the table, snug between your legs and leans you backwards with a kiss. You hold yourself up with one hand, play with the hair at the nape of his neck with the other. 

“You look cute in these,” he murmurs, smoothing a hand down the tops of your thighs, indicating the white capris you wore for the cook-out. “Summery.”

“Thank you,” you smile. 

“Let’s get rid of them,” he says, and you laugh again. 

“You’re smooth today,” you tell him.

“Let me show you how smooth,” he says with a smirk. He gives your legs another insistent tug, getting himself well and truly snug against you, pressing his hips against yours insistently as he kisses you again. 

You hold the back of his neck, your other hand tugging on the hem of his shirt, trying to gather up the material so you can pull it off. But Taehyung makes an unhappy noise in his throat and you freeze, leaning back to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask. 

He rests his forehead on yours and lets out a frustrated huff. “You’re going to make fun of me,” he tells you.

This makes you giggle in advance. “Okay, consider me warned.”

“I really wanted to do this here,” he says, one hand flat on the table. “But now you’ve got me all… gooey.”

“Gooey?” you repeat, another giggle bubbling up.

He cuts his eyes at you, but his lips twitch. “Now I want to lay down with you,” he pouts. He’s so fucking adorable. 

“Well,” you say breezily, “let’s go upstairs, then.” 

“Okay,” he says, happy, and lifts you right off the table. You squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, clinging to him like a spider monkey. 

Laughing, he heads for the steps.

“Be careful!” you tell him, as he makes his way up from the basement. He sets you down on the landing so you can go the rest of the way like normal people, which you do, still giggling.

Upstairs, you both undress in a hurry, and then Taehyung does as promised - stretches his bare body along yours, captures your mouth in a kiss, runs his hands up and down your body. His touch is reverent, glorifying. You shiver and prickle in wake of his ghosting fingertips, your body warming and loosening with his touch.

“I love your body,” he whispers, “just in case I haven’t made that very evident.”

“Medium-evident,” you murmur, gripping his back to pull yourself as flush against him as you can. 

He makes an appreciative noise in his throat; over your continuation of one of his goofy jokes or the pressure of your body against his, you’re not sure. Maybe both. Taehyung is the type of guy who can multitask.

“Let me make it more evident then,” he says, rolling over a bit and running his hand down the flat of your belly before dipping between your thighs. He hums happily when he finds you ready.

He works you slowly, pumping first one and then two fingers in and out of you, listening to the hums and happy sighs you make. Half of you wants him to pick up the speed a little - this is the half that has you squirming to meet each movement, trying to force the issue on your own - but half of you is enjoying the sensation as he strokes, twists, and scissors his digits inside you. You lose it, moaning out loud, when he leans over and takes a nipple between his lips, his fingers continuing their slow and steady torture.

He suckles it for just a second, eliciting a low rumble from your chest, then begins switching between hard flicks and flat swipes of his tongue. You whine, squirming - he’s doing to your chest what you want him to do to your clit, and you want his fingers harder and faster and he seems determined to make you wait. 

Suddenly, he worries the nub - gently, carefully - between his teeth and you squeal. The sensation is sharp and alarming but it’s also amazing, sending waves of warmth and excitement down your arms. He releases you, smiling, and whispers, “Shhh.”

“Tae,” you whine, practically complaining. You need more. He’s killing you.

He ignores this, switching sides to give your other nipple some attention. You close your eyes, groaning - both in frustration and pleasure. He still hasn’t touched your clit and it’s throbbing in need of friction. Then he’s speaking to you, mouth still so close to your nipple that each syllable sends more jolts down your spine as his lips and teeth continue to tease.

“Can you take three?” he asks, thumb finally - finally - nestling next to your clit and starting slow, patient circles.

You groan in answer, in relief, in delight. You can barely keep your eyes open against the onslaught on sensations. 

“Answer me,” he says firmly, voice still low, not quite the growl you can’t wait for him to employ. Fuck, you love when he’s bossy in bed. 

“Yes, I can take it,” you murmur. You let out an open-mouthed, guttural sound as he adds a third finger, the stretch both stinging and divine.

“Good girl,” he tells you on a breath, less than a whisper. You can hear as well as feel your body react to this, his movements suddenly squelching profanely, and it makes you almost laugh. He snuffs the laugh like the flame of a match when he continues, whispering, “Have to get you really ready. I’m not taking it easy on you today.”

“God,” you groan. “Fuck, yes. Please, Taehyung, I’m ready, I promise -.” 

You’re babbling, desperate. You’re aware, somewhat absently, that you haven’t even touched him yet, but you can feel him hot and hard against your leg, his tip leaking just enough that you can feel the wet little circle on your skin where it’s resting. 

“Mmm,” he considers, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp as his three fingers plunge into you again. “Was gonna make you wait more, but if you’re gonna beg so nice, I just might have to give you what you want.”

“I’m about four seconds from flipping you over and sitting on it,” you growl, suddenly out of patience. “Please.”

His dick jumps against your leg at this, and he laughs once at his own reaction. “Fuck, I’d like that,” he admits. 

“Hurry up,” you tell him sternly. Now who’s being bossy?

He laughs again, quietly, but he’s shifting. “You’re so hot,” he tells you, as he removes his fingers slowly, reaching sideways to wipe them off on the sheets. “I fucking love it.” He rolls over top of you, leaning up to kiss you again. His tongue strokes and circles yours as he grinds against the slick mess between your legs. You both moan at the contact, the sound swallowed by the kiss. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and worry it with your teeth. You feel his breath hitch, watch his eyes flutter closed.

Then, no warning, he’s pressing your legs together, guiding your knees to one side, and pushing inside you, bottoming out. 

“Jesus,” he moans. “It’s so good every time - I always manage to forget how good -.” And then he’s setting a sharp, quick pace.

“Yes, god,” you echo, practically delirious with need, your entire body alight and singing as it finally gets what it wants. 

He can only do this for so long before he’s nudging the knee he had pushed to the side and opening your legs again, settling between them, leaning up your body to kiss you again. He begins pistoning into you and you clutch him tightly, letting your nails graze the tight skin across his shoulder blades. He groans into your neck at the sensation, hips smacking flat into yours with each thrust. 

“Tae - ah, shit -,” you cry, back arching under his touch. You reach up for his face, laying a palm against his cheek, thumb stroking his jaw. He leans into the touch, turning his face slightly to kiss your fingers. You hook your heels behind his thighs, trying to drive him in deeper, trying to take him closer. Your eyes roll back and your fingers scrabble at the sheets, trying to find something to hold. You’re close, you’re so close, you can feel the simmer, something just needs to tip you over the edge -

“Fuck,” he growls, lowering himself so his face is next to yours. “Gonna come for me?” That’s all it takes - you’re whining deep in your throat, eyes squeezed shut, pulsing and clenching around him, fists tight and toes curling. As it fades and your muscles relax again, you can tell he’s close - his rhythm starting to jump a little, his breathing growing labored. “Christ. Baby.”

He comes quietly this time, his breath hissing between his teeth, his forehead pressing hard into your neck as his hips slow, then still completely.

He slips out of you but wraps his arms around you so you can’t roll away. Face still buried in your neck, he whispers, “Shit, you’re amazing.”

–

Later, after you’ve rebrushed your hair, gotten dressed, and rejoined the group out back, you and Taehyung stand together on the deck overlooking the yard. Seokjin is in a camping chair, Valeria perched on his lap, her head thrown back in laughter at something Bridget is saying. Yoongi and Kiko sit on the grass nearby, both cross-legged, heads bent together as they talk. Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok stand in a lopsided triangle, throwing a frisbee around. Namjoon busies himself at the cooler, digging around the bottom for whatever he’s looking for. 

You feel so full of love for all of them, even the ones you don’t know well like Namjoon, even the ones you’ve just met, like Valeria. You feel peace, belonging. It’s the first time in a while.

“So,” Taehyung says, looking down at you sideways. “Are we doing this? You’re gonna be my girl, for real?”

You decide to tease him a little. “Only if you say it back,” you say, letting your lips pout just a bit. “You didn’t, before.”

He laughs. “Okay,” he says. “Watch and see how easy this is.” He turns to face you, his eyes on yours, twinkling. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it makes me stupid. I love you, and I think you’re so fucking smart, and so fucking beautiful, and so fucking worth it. For the record.” 

You don’t even care that everyone in the yard can see you. You get on your tippy-toes and shut him up with a kiss before he can say anything else and ruin the most perfect thing he’s ever said in his life. His arms come around you and he bends you backwards just a touch. 

So fucking worth it.

You know he is worth it - worth every risk, worth every hurt, worth every effort; you know you’ll try for as long as you're able to never let him wonder for a single second if it’s true.

It's ovaaaa!

Thank you so much for being here, especially to those who showed up every chapter with a like, reply, dm, ask, or reblog! I appreciate you more than I can say.

A final thank you to my absolute love Pauli for putting up with my bullshit on the daily and also for beta-ing!!

also! i wanted to mention that the link you've provided for 'Trace the Colours of Our Skin' does not work anymore! :(

this is the new link that works: ttcoos

im sorry for the inconvenience, tumblr is a little bitch!

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2022 July - Oct

I’ve been getting messages about my reading lists (because I haven’t been posting monthly and I really don’t have any excuse for not posting for four months lol). Though most of these have been reblogged, commented on, mentioned, etc. and that anybody can just check my archive and tags for the fics, I compiled them all in this list for easy reference (I refer to these lists too 😊). I also notice that it is easier to find fics when they are logged/documented somewhere and when described or properly tagged in the post. I hope this will help readers and potential readers find the fics they like.

💌 Again, these are not mine and we have all these authors to thank -  I really appreciate all of you. I may not get to reach all of you but I hope this can serve as a multiplier and reach other readers to discover your gift of stories and for them to find their favorites  💌

Note: if link doesn’t work, click on author link and go to their masterlist

🥕 Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted]

🥕 Completed - drabbles | one shots | series

🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

Mostly Mature, 18+ only please

I read different members, different genres so please take note of the tags, description per fic

Don’t forget to reblog/comment on author’s work, too 😊

No AO3 Fic Recs because I have a more organized system on ao3 and putting it here will take time 😭 sorry.

[around 120 fics] I should really go back to posting per month to avoid this buildup

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I will cherish this fic like how I cherish my ivory coloured sea shells from the summer of 2014, truly an unforgettable memory

to the sun and back; m

⤷  Your summer job as a receptionist at the Apollo Resort had the promise of being a safe getaway for your accumulated stress, but it all turned upside down when you met the charming surf instructor named Kim Taehyung.

✓ Couple: Taehyung x Reader | Surfer!AU

✓ Filed under: fluff, light smut and angst

✓ Words: 18,749

Author’s Note: It’s finally here! After starting this fic during my summer vacation, and two more months of writing bits and pieces in the midst of my study breaks, this story is finally done. It feels great to put something out after a while, I hope you guys like it <3 ||  MOODBOARD

Summer brought along a dim, yet timid, sensation of belonging, the notion of the elegance that lived amongst every singularity of nature — the quivering of leaves, the strolling of alabaster-colored spume over the burning sand, the cotton-candy clouds that navigated the world above. It was a scalding wave of heat breaking at the shore; a beautiful cyan sky blossoming beyond the horizon; the waltzing of seagulls in the heated atmosphere.

It was, besides all that, a fantastic time for most of the tourists that crashed at the Apollo Resort. They, of course, hoped to get the best of the season; the perfectly-angled instagram pictures to show just how much expensive champagne they have been ingesting, and maybe even a few tanlines to embellish their drunken memories. The season was a glorious time, to say the least.

Not for you, though. You fucking hated the summer.

Perfectly demarked, the shadow of your hand eclipsed your gaze from the auric glow that shone above, and you cursed the heat for what should have been the tenth time that day. The breeze that came from the infinity of the sea was sharp in its own way, blowing a scarce cloud of sand over your features; making strands of your hair glue against your sweaty forehead. If there was something you despised more than the Sahara-like temperature of that forsaken beach, was when your least favorite worker ran away from his responsibilities to play in the water like a damn kid.

But of course, you weren’t exactly surprised — it was Kim Taehyung that you were talking about, for fuck’s sake. He’d rather shove his surfboard up where the sun doesn’t shine than follow his schedule like an actual functional adult.

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