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I'M LOSING MY WHOLE MIND HERE

giant squids and turtlenecks

↳ harry potter au

◇ prompt: “you know, i was joking when i suggested you jump into the lake and see if there really is a giant squid, and i’m still not sure why you needed to take your clothes off to do this” (x)

◇ pairing: jeongguk x reader

◇ word count: 1.3k words

◇ genre: fluff

◇ a/n: ahh my first fic! feel free to leave requests and to give me some feed back!! this was so cheesy and cliche so i might rewrite it later but i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless.

lowercase for stylistic reasons

“i don’t believe it,” you say, not bothering to look up from your “history of magic” textbook. jeongguk scoffed and turned around, examining the lake, before turning back to you.

“why not?”

“a giant squid? in a lake? not to mention the water is freezing? it doesn’t add up,”

“y/n, we’re literally wizards. just yesterday, taehyung turned himself into a frog-cat hybrid. does that ‘add up?’” he mocked. you rolled your eyes.

“i’m just saying, anyways why don’t you go jump in and check? don’t drown,” you say sarcastically. silence engulfs the two of you as you flip to the next page of your textbook and jeongguk examines the pristine lake once more, before you hear a loud squeal and an “omigosh! look! it’s jeon jeongguk!” you immediately grown and smack your forehead with your book. 

“can’t you, i don’t know, control them?” you ask, glaring in the direction of the giant group of girls. jeongguk only grins.

“why? you jealous?” he teases. you reach out and smack him with your book, receiving an “ow!” from jeongguk and a loud gasp from his fangirls.

being friends with jeongguk wasn’t necessarily bad, but it wasn’t easy either–at least for you. you two were childhood friends, having been neighbors before this whole “you’re a wizard!” shenanigan kicked in. 

first year, for you at least, was easy. you were too immature to recognize what a crush was, too childish, just living in the moment. adding to the fact that you two were separated into two different houses, it just made you two lose contact. but when first year ended and you two returned to your homes, you found you and jeongguk’s fates tangled up together once again.

third year rolled around and thanks to the magic of hormones, you found yourself falling more and more for this raven-haired boy. although you two were in different houses, jeongguk always made an effort to talk to you and wow, you had never realized how beautiful his voice was or how looking at his smile made your heart somersault into your stomach. then, after the incident of you having a panic attack while you practiced defeating boggarts in defense against the dark arts during a joint class between slytherins and ravenclaws, and him leading you into the empty corridor and enveloping you in his arms, rocking you back and forth and humming a soft tune, it was safe to say that you had developed a huge crush on this boy from your childhood. 

fourth year, was when things started getting a bit difficult for you. by now, jeongguk was a fourteen-year-old boy, and although still young, puberty was starting to hit him and although you once shared the same height, he was now a whole head above you and starting to develop muscles (”admit it y/n, you want to squeeze these biceps. come on, i know deep down you want to!” you had smacked him with your newspaper profusely). losing his baby fat and losing the bowl cut he once had, you often found it hard to look him in the face without becoming flustered. after encouraging him to try out for the quidditch team, he started to develop a fanclub, and although you hated it, some of the girls in it were very attractive and you couldn’t help but feel pangs of jealousy when you saw them interact with jeongguk.

now that you two were fifth years, it was nice to spend quiet moments like this with jeongguk, by the lake. his presence calmed you down and although you two always bickered, you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked with his oversized turtleneck shielding him from the autumn chill, with the wind messing up his hai–

“omigosh! HE’S TAKING OFF HIS SWEATER! EEEEEEK!” 

you immediately whip your head up, staring wide-eyed at jeongguk as he stands over your sitting form, turtleneck off and a cocky smirk on his lips. 

“well y/n, just like you suggested, i have decided that i will jump into the lake,” he said, squatting down so his face was dangerously close to yours. you immediately back up.

“did you really have to take off your clothes to do this?” you ask exasperatedly, “and jeongguk! it’s freezing! you’re going to catch a cold!” you said, looking anywhere but at him. he rolled his eyes and cupped your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks together.

“awh~ is y/n worried about her dear jeonggukie?” he says as he gets up and stretches, getting ready to take off into the lake. you hear the fangirls squeal as jeongguk turns towards their direction, waving sweetly and flexing. they start chanting his name and you see jeongguk’s ego start to inflate.

you quickly grab onto his wrist, shaking your head. “don’t do it jeongguk. you’ll catch a cold,”

he shakes his head before giving you a salute. “awh. but that would disappoint my audience,” jeongguk winks and takes off running and you try your best to run after him but wow, he’s really fast and you curse yourself for spending so many years of your life sitting in the lounge room and eating chocolate frogs instead of getting in shape.

“jeongguk!” you scream as you see him jumping off of the dock into the cold water.

“you!” smack, ”stupid!” smack, ”idiot! i told you that was a bad idea!” you say, smacking jeongguk’s head one last time with the rolled up newspaper you had in hand. he groaned as he wrapped the blankets around him even more securely. you sighed and plopped down in the seat next to his bed in the infirmary. 

“but it proved to you that there’s a giant squid in there. and plus, i didn’t think it would hold me underwater like that. i would’ve gotten out quicker if it left me alone so if anything it’s the squid’s fault for making me sick,” he complains, “if anything, i thought there was going to be some spell that would cure me quickly,” he said quietly as you helped him sit up, grabbing the cup of water at his bedside and slowly draining the water into his mouth. he was sweating as if he had just gotten back from a rigorous evening of practice, and although he didn’t show it, you could tell he had a major headache and stomachache. you couldn’t help but feel empathy. sighing, you pressed a cold, wet towel to his forehead and gently brushed out the tangles in his damp hair. 

“you know… i’m really glad we’re friends,” he whispers and you roll your eyes. 

“i am too, you dork,”

“to be honest, i thought you were so cute when i first saw you. i still think you’re cute,” you bite down the urge to squeal, trying to play it off. “well, i think you’re very attractive too, gukkie, but you already know that since you have a fanclub and everything,” you reply teasingly. jeongguk smiles.

“so are you saying you like me? because it’d be sad if you turned me down right now, especially when i’m on my deathbed,”

“ugh, that deathbed comment just ruined the mood. nope, i’m out, adios, sayonara,” you scoff, getting ready to get up but jeongguk quickly grabs onto your wrist. 

“you loser. you’re supposed to kiss me. stop playing hard to get, i’ve been waiting four years for you to give in and confess,”

you grin and lean in, your heart cartwheeling around your chest before you abruptly stop. “but… i don’t wanna get sick,”

“i can’t believe a fucking giant squid just cockblocked me,” jeongguk whined.

scenic route [kim namjoon]

was I also inspired by photos of namjoon going around? yes. was I also inspired by twenty five twenty one? yes. this man needs to be appreciated more <3 i also need to watch more kdramas if this is the result lmao.

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summary: In which you fall in love with Kim Namjoon, only to find out he's more than just the guy you've been rooming with for the past few months. Now, you're determined to cut ties with him, and he's determined to have you fall for him.

chapter tags/warnings: flips between past and present, au where ig namjoon is kinda sorta poor, uhhhh

Past 

You meet him on the train. 

Backpack beside him, he glances at the woman strolling the cart of beverages with ferocious hunger—it doesn’t help that his stomach grumbled on cue when she passes by your station. 

Okay. You don’t mean to be nosy, but the way he crumples the train ticket in his hand draws your attention to him. His shirt, a faded blue, have specks of dirt on it, and his sneakers are worn out. 

Did he get kicked out? No, this is the countryside, and he has the image of a city kid. The clothes of a traveler, too. Carries himself like a firstborn—you know because he didn’t lay his pride down yet and ask for money. Mouth set in grim determination, his face resembled yours when you received your sister’s invitation to her wedding: a person with a plan got wrong. 

Korean, you think, with the mutters under his breath. Mostly berating himself as his leg bounces up and down in anxiety. 

It’s not like he is in a crisis. This is the train heading back to the city, so if he sticks it out for a few more hours and enjoys the scenery, he’ll survive. 

Unless there’s no one waiting for him there. Though you’re in the table across from him, he didn’t glance in your direction once, thank God. Just trailed after the lady as she walked alongside him several times. 

Huh. Did he really get kicked out? 

If someone told you that you’ve never done a good thing in your life ever again… 

“Miss,” you reluctantly wave her over, and point at him. “Can you give him some snacks and drinks? I’ll pay for whatever he eats.” 

Surprised is an understatement of your reaction when he shoots up and waves his hands frantically, stumbling out of his seat into the crammed aisle with the employee. “No, I really don’t need anything—”

“You’ve been staring at her for what feels like the past hour.” 

“Excuse me?” Now his cheeks heat. Curse your bluntness, but you keep going anyways. 

“Unless you want to grab her number.” Shifting, you stare at him dead in the eye. “Was I wrong?” 

It doesn’t even take him a minute to fall to your demands. You close your book and dig into your pockets to take out a wad of cash, too lazy to take out your card, which is inside your purse. 

He orders a water and chugs it like it is the last bottle on Earth. Then he orders some banana bread. 

“I’ll repay you,” he says in between mouthfuls. “It may not be much, since I don’t have much money right now, but I promise I will. You can trust me.”

Famous last words. And he really must be poor. 

Nose crinkling in pity, you nod. Here you thought that he was old enough to know better, but guess not. If he had money, he should be spending it on some clothes and a house, instead of doing whatever he is right now. 

“Can you give me your number? I’ll contact you once I get enough.” 

“Sure,” you reply, opening your book once again. “When the train stops. Too exhausted to grab my pen right now.”

“I have one!” He volunteers, dashing across the aisle and nearly tripping once again. On air. Though no one offers him a seat across from you, the mysterious stranger slides in anyways. “What book are you reading?” 

You almost bite back the, “Why do you have a pen but not money?” remark, instead opting for, “Just a fantasy book.” 

“Six…” 

“Give me your hand.” The book slams shut once again, and your eyebrows knit together. God help you, you bought this train ticket which is past your budget in order to escape from annoying beings, only to get tangled with another one. 

Snatching his wrist and taking off the cap of the marker—you have no idea why he thinks this is a pen, but it must be some language barrier you were unfamiliar with—you scribble a fake number on his arm. 

“This is me,” you grunt. The stranger stares at it, and when you attempt to pull away, his fingers latch onto yours. 

They’re slightly calloused—not like yours, which is covered in old paper cuts and filled with memories of you crouching down and getting dirty for money. They’re long and slender, too, practically engulfing yours. 

You don’t like the feeling that arises when he rubs a thumb over your palm. Jealously? Inferiority? 

Well, whatever it is, you shoot him a glare and flip to a random page, covering your face with the book. You don’t know whether the sound that comes out from him is one of amusement or frustration, but the booth creaks across from you. 

“My name’s Namjoon, he says. 

The train slightly rattles, but other than that, the rhythmic clunking of its wheels on the rails return when he goes to sit back down. 

And until the vehicle halts, you can’t help but sneak peeks of him as he falls into a slumber. Arms crossed, head against the window, legs stretched out, he retreats into his own world.

What you should’ve done is not get entangled with him in the first place. 

Present

“You’re shitting me.” Kaia abruptly falls on her rear, staring at you with wide eyes. You hum, plucking another thorn off her rose. The weather is nice today, the skies clear and sun hidden by the clouds—did you really have to do this inside? 

Though, the flowers are better company than your friend here, nagging you. There are bundles of roses in front of you, but you’re the only one working. Yeah, she has her hands on her knees, leaning in closer with interest. 

“Is this my flower store or yours?” 

“You’re saying the part-time hire that I took in for a few months on your request? Joonie? Our Joonie? He’s actually not poor?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You retort. 

“The kid that barely had a week’s worth of clothing? That one?” 

Snip. You move onto the next flower. He has plenty of clothes now, so it’s not like you need to worry anymore. 

“The one that ate like a pig and he’s been starving for a whole good year or so? The one that scrapbooked the whole town here and went around taking photos?”

You sigh.

“The one that you kissed?”

“He kissed me,” you snap. Stop when you see the grin on her face growing. “And stop talking about him. He returned to his world, like I returned to mine. It’s better this way.”

“Is this a firstborn disease, I wonder? Pretending that everything’s fine?”

“If you’re going to act like I’m not here, I’m leaving.” 

Kaia claps when you move to stand up. “I meant to say that he’s so, so forgettable and we shouldn’t talk about him anymore. Ever. Since none of us remember him.”

A smile curls up your lips, and you throw the now thornless rose at her. “Sorry for making you all uncomfortable. I know you guys loved him.” 

“Well, that’s part of his charm, isn’t it?” 

Yeah. It is. 

But just because someone is charming, doesn’t mean he’s hard to erase. 

Past 

“You what? Did you follow me?” 

“To follow someone is to appear to them directly. And I didn’t even know you’d be here.” He—Namjoon—scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat. “Though I suppose I should apologize, since I still don’t have the money to pay you back. Or I do, but I think I need to use it to get some food, a place to stay, and a job.” 

“You’re not going to find it here.” You motion to the bench, where your things are. Here you are wanting some quiet time away from the grandparents who wanted to you to finish their chores for them. As endearing as they can be, you know that they can be just as manipulating, too. Just cast the “my back really hurts and I’ll give you an endless supply of side dishes” glance with the eyes, and you’re under their spell. 

“I heard there was a small town around here…”

“Not a place to stay,” you tell him. “Residents only, since we don’t often have visitors.”

“Why? Because it’s so far away?” He inches closer to the railing. Where you are looks over the city—is half an hour away from it, actually, so not too far out. The area is surrounded by hills and an endless amount of the color green. You peer over with him, catching sight of the ocean far below and more fields. 

“Are you sure you’re not following me? What are you doing here, anyways?” Namjoon smiles, and dimples appear, a feature you didn’t notice last time. 

“I live in the town you’re talking about.” You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. At least he looks freshened up this time, in a better shirt—still blue—and much cleaner shoes. Even his hair isn’t greasy, which is a nice bonus and in for the grandparents to adore him. “Come on. I’ll take you there.” 

“Seriously? That’d be awesome.” He follows. God. How gullible. “Can you get me a job, too?”

“That’s not for me to interfere with. Ask around, and maybe you’ll get one.”

“And, uh…” 

“And what?” You spin on your heel—maybe a little too quickly. Your knee bends, and your arms fly out.

Reaching Namjoon’s. 

He hoists you up easily, and you clear your throat. He’s tall. Uh. Very tall, hovering over you. And not all that useless. He does have some muscles, it seems. Actually, he’s like some doberman. 

Other than that, your mind is blank. But the subject needs to be changed desperately. 

Is it too late to jump off the railing? Embrace the waters below? 

His dimples make a return, and he tilts his head down. “I was going to ask if I can find a place to stay, but maybe it’s a little to early for that.” 

That’s it. You gape at him, wondering if he can take a hit in the head. By your fist.

Namjoon waves to the right—the direction you’re going in. “After you.” 

Past

“Is there anything I should know about you?” You press an index finger to his chest, ignoring how he doesn’t budge. “Did you get here because you’re charged with murder? Arson? Something along those lines?”

Namjoon holds his hands up. “I promise I’m a responsible citizen, only needing a temporary place to stay.” 

He isn’t lying. At least, you don’t think he’s the type to. But he is hiding something.

Seeing as it isn’t life threatening, though, you take him up the cobblestone path, pointing to the yellow building with the rusty sign. Most of the buildings here need a serious paint job, but none of you ever get to it, thinking it adds its own unique quality to the area. 

Plus, as long as the inside is clean, none of you see the issue why an area should be judged for its exterior. 

“Halmuni!” You shout when you walk into the restaurant with Namjoon. It’s a little ironic, how she named it, You Can Eat Anything, but gives the locals what she wants to make for the day. 

Well, at least the side dishes are consistent. And anything she makes tastes amazing, not to mention you all love her to say otherwise. 

Kaia is there, one leg crossed over another, soju bottle in front of her. Her head resting on the palm of her hand, she groans when you enter. 

“Halmuni,” she whines. “Kick her out. She’s going to make me go back to work.”

“As you should,” the elder scolds back, flicking her forehead and leaning on the counter. “You’re the owner. What are you doing playing hooky in another person’s store?” 

Hooky. You snort.

“There aren’t any customers.” Your friend mutters under her breath, and takes another sip of alcohol. 

“And you.” The woman’s finger turns to focus on you. “Isn’t she paying you? Why are you off with some man having a literal hook-up?”

Kaia stares at Namjoon, who, behind you, bows to Halmuni. 

“There’s no way that’s her one night stand. Or boyfriend. It’s probably some traveler she picked up on the side of the road.” 

The comment is insulting and comforting at the same time. 

“She’s right,” you murmur. “This is Namjoon. He needs a place to stay and work. I was planning to take him to yours after feeding him, but I guess you can assess him now.” You shove the kid forward. 

“Ya.” Halmuni declares. “Don’t push him around like that.” 

Placing her hands on her hips, she stares him down. “I’m selling kimchi-jigae today. Take it or leave it.”

“I, ah, I’ll eat it well,” he stumbles out, wiping his hands on his shorts.

“Say that when it’s served to you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Come here, come here,” Kaia interjects, waving him forward, and motioning to the seat in front of her. “Sit.” 

You almost feel bad that you’re all treating him harshly. Almost, because he’ll adapt. You see the determination in his eyes, the way he takes in a deep breath before going forward.

If he’s determined to stay and make it happen, you’ll let him. And if he can deal with the crass way everyone speaks here, he’ll be accepted in a community that’ll have his back—one that’ll even bury a body for him. 

You didn’t come here on awful terms like Namjoon did—just for escape a few years back. But you’re glad, because this is your home now. 

“Hello,” he bows again. “Kim Namjoon. I’m, uh, 24.” 

“Out of college, huh? Or…” 

“Yes. Seoul University. In business.” 

“Mhm. Top of the class?”

“Yes.”

“Holy shit.” This causes her to put the bottle down. “Really? So you’re actually smart? I thought most people coasted by once they got into college.”

“That’s just you,” you remark, smirking. When she sticks her tongue out, you laugh and make your way around the counter to start loading some kimchi onto a plate. And some radish, along with seasoned spinach, and some other side dishes. 

“I, ah. Academics are important.” 

“Not here.” Kaia tilts her head to the side. “How’s your sense of fashion? Or interior design. This place is tacky, don’t you think? Too yellow. It’s kind of hideous. I feel like I’m looking at a golden pig’s skin.”

This time, you muffle your laughter so that Halmuni can’t hear your agreement with her comment. Like the outside, the inside is yellow, too, and the wallpaper draws attention more than the wooden tables and silver counter does. Not to mention, the paper slammed on the middle of the wall containing an indiscernible scribble of the menu of the day. 

It adds character, though. 

“Is that… bad?” Namjoon resembles a fish out of water. Quite literally. 

She blinks. “So you need glasses. That’s okay. Can you do simple tasks like putting bouquets together and cutting thorns off roses? Working with me means more than dealing with flowers. You’ll probably be living mostly in restaurants, helping the grandpas and grandmas around here.”

“I can do that.” His shoulders sag in relief. 

“And you can take photos? I have—”

“Oh, do your own social media stuff.” You bring the side dishes down harder than you expect, but appear unfazed nonetheless. 

“Fine.” Kaia pouts. “You’re hired. I can’t pay much, but I’m a fair boss. And as for sleeping arrangements.” She points to you. “She has two rooms. Take up her offer on that.”

Present

It’s the deep voice calling your name, heard like a whisper in the wind, that makes you freeze. Turn. 

“So it is you,” he murmurs, casting his eyes down to the concrete road. With the way he’s behind you, it reminds you of the time he followed you up a different path. He must be thinking the same, with the way his shoes—clean, untouched sneakers—kick a rock. Namjoon’s hands are in his pockets, and the way he carries himself doesn’t match the sleek black and white suit he has on. 

Frankly, seeing him like this is unbearable.

Thank God this is Seoul—vast enough so that you don’t have to run into him again. Especially since you’re moving here now that you got a new job as an editor. 

“So you’re going to leave without saying anything?” Hurt is laced into his voice. “You won’t let me explain, after everything we’ve been together?” 

“I’ve been through a lot with Kim Namjoon, the guy I met in the train,” you say. “Not Kim Namjoon, the businessman.”

And like you described, the businessman is ruthless at giving you heartbreak. It’s stupid, why you decided to go the path that will pass by Kim Tech Industries—you were practically asking for punishment. And yet, here he is, too, leaning against the entrance of the building, like he’s been waiting for you this whole time. 

“You look beautiful,” the words fall out of his lips like he’s said it a thousand times, because he has. Only this time, he can’t accompany the words by caressing your cheek, or by placing his hands in yours. “Is the restaurant doing okay? What about the paint? Has it faded yet? Did some rascal put his foot on the new color?” 

“Don’t—” Your facade cracks. “Don’t ask me about these things, Namjoon. I can’t answer them.” 

“Why can’t they be the same person? Why can’t—I told you that I was there for a reason, right? And I told you I had to go.”

Like you could ever forget the moment. It felt like waking up from a nightmare, and realize that you’ve twisted all the bad into the good. 

“Is it that hard for you to look at me? Talk to me? Think about me?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, and watch his face crumple. It takes one look at his face to now know he belongs in a vastly different world. One you don’t have control over. 

He’s the man who doesn’t even has a 9-5, because he’s that rich. A bachelor, combined with the other six he hangs out with. 

You should’ve read the news about his mysterious disappearance. Kaia—the social media fanatic—should have. 

Except you all missed it. And now, you had to step on your own heart. 

“What if—”

“There is not ‘what if’s’ anymore. Only now.”

You deliver the final blow. To you and him. 

“I’ll be going… Namjoon ssi.” 

Present

“Come on, Halmuni. You can’t act like they weren’t in love. They were practically all over each other, it was disgusting to watch.” 

Halmuni sighs. “Yes, but I’m not tactless enough to say that in front of someone who’s grieving.” 

“I am over him,” you mumble, and set the chicken skewers down. “But you talking about him makes my appetite disappear.” 

“Namjoon. What if I decided to go abroad? To America?”

“Then I would follow you in a heartbeat.”

“Namjoon. What if…”

“Again with this?” 

“Yes. What if I messed up? Like I did something really bad?”

“Like, cheat on me?”

“No, stupid. Like I said hurtful things but I didn’t mean it. You know how I can run my mouth sometimes. What if I said something without meaning it?”

“Then I would forgive you in a heartbeat, too.”

“Namjoon. What if I stopped loving you?”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“… Whether you stop loving me or not, that won’t change my love for you.”

Every word with him, every ‘what if,’ haunts you. But what still lingers are the words he said when you turned to leave: “I still love you. And if your stubborn ass chooses to pretend like you don’t love me, my stubborn ass will spend the rest of my life making sure you actually fall in love with me. Properly.” 

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scenic route [kim namjoon]

was I also inspired by photos of namjoon going around? yes. was I also inspired by twenty five twenty one? yes. this man needs to be appreciated more <3 i also need to watch more kdramas if this is the result lmao.

drabble count: 8

tag list | masterlist | ko-fi previous | next drabble

part 1 | part 2

summary: In which you fall in love with Kim Namjoon, only to find out he's more than just the guy you've been rooming with for the past few months. Now, you're determined to cut ties with him, and he's determined to have you fall for him.

chapter tags/warnings: flips between past and present, au where ig namjoon is kinda sorta poor, uhhhh

Past 

You meet him on the train. 

Backpack beside him, he glances at the woman strolling the cart of beverages with ferocious hunger—it doesn’t help that his stomach grumbled on cue when she passes by your station. 

Okay. You don’t mean to be nosy, but the way he crumples the train ticket in his hand draws your attention to him. His shirt, a faded blue, have specks of dirt on it, and his sneakers are worn out. 

Did he get kicked out? No, this is the countryside, and he has the image of a city kid. The clothes of a traveler, too. Carries himself like a firstborn—you know because he didn’t lay his pride down yet and ask for money. Mouth set in grim determination, his face resembled yours when you received your sister’s invitation to her wedding: a person with a plan got wrong. 

Korean, you think, with the mutters under his breath. Mostly berating himself as his leg bounces up and down in anxiety. 

It’s not like he is in a crisis. This is the train heading back to the city, so if he sticks it out for a few more hours and enjoys the scenery, he’ll survive. 

Unless there’s no one waiting for him there. Though you’re in the table across from him, he didn’t glance in your direction once, thank God. Just trailed after the lady as she walked alongside him several times. 

Huh. Did he really get kicked out? 

If someone told you that you’ve never done a good thing in your life ever again… 

“Miss,” you reluctantly wave her over, and point at him. “Can you give him some snacks and drinks? I’ll pay for whatever he eats.” 

Surprised is an understatement of your reaction when he shoots up and waves his hands frantically, stumbling out of his seat into the crammed aisle with the employee. “No, I really don’t need anything—”

“You’ve been staring at her for what feels like the past hour.” 

“Excuse me?” Now his cheeks heat. Curse your bluntness, but you keep going anyways. 

“Unless you want to grab her number.” Shifting, you stare at him dead in the eye. “Was I wrong?” 

It doesn’t even take him a minute to fall to your demands. You close your book and dig into your pockets to take out a wad of cash, too lazy to take out your card, which is inside your purse. 

He orders a water and chugs it like it is the last bottle on Earth. Then he orders some banana bread. 

“I’ll repay you,” he says in between mouthfuls. “It may not be much, since I don’t have much money right now, but I promise I will. You can trust me.”

Famous last words. And he really must be poor. 

Nose crinkling in pity, you nod. Here you thought that he was old enough to know better, but guess not. If he had money, he should be spending it on some clothes and a house, instead of doing whatever he is right now. 

“Can you give me your number? I’ll contact you once I get enough.” 

“Sure,” you reply, opening your book once again. “When the train stops. Too exhausted to grab my pen right now.”

“I have one!” He volunteers, dashing across the aisle and nearly tripping once again. On air. Though no one offers him a seat across from you, the mysterious stranger slides in anyways. “What book are you reading?” 

You almost bite back the, “Why do you have a pen but not money?” remark, instead opting for, “Just a fantasy book.” 

“Six…” 

“Give me your hand.” The book slams shut once again, and your eyebrows knit together. God help you, you bought this train ticket which is past your budget in order to escape from annoying beings, only to get tangled with another one. 

Snatching his wrist and taking off the cap of the marker—you have no idea why he thinks this is a pen, but it must be some language barrier you were unfamiliar with—you scribble a fake number on his arm. 

“This is me,” you grunt. The stranger stares at it, and when you attempt to pull away, his fingers latch onto yours. 

They’re slightly calloused—not like yours, which is covered in old paper cuts and filled with memories of you crouching down and getting dirty for money. They’re long and slender, too, practically engulfing yours. 

You don’t like the feeling that arises when he rubs a thumb over your palm. Jealously? Inferiority? 

Well, whatever it is, you shoot him a glare and flip to a random page, covering your face with the book. You don’t know whether the sound that comes out from him is one of amusement or frustration, but the booth creaks across from you. 

“My name’s Namjoon, he says. 

The train slightly rattles, but other than that, the rhythmic clunking of its wheels on the rails return when he goes to sit back down. 

And until the vehicle halts, you can’t help but sneak peeks of him as he falls into a slumber. Arms crossed, head against the window, legs stretched out, he retreats into his own world.

What you should’ve done is not get entangled with him in the first place. 

Present

“You’re shitting me.” Kaia abruptly falls on her rear, staring at you with wide eyes. You hum, plucking another thorn off her rose. The weather is nice today, the skies clear and sun hidden by the clouds—did you really have to do this inside? 

Though, the flowers are better company than your friend here, nagging you. There are bundles of roses in front of you, but you’re the only one working. Yeah, she has her hands on her knees, leaning in closer with interest. 

“Is this my flower store or yours?” 

“You’re saying the part-time hire that I took in for a few months on your request? Joonie? Our Joonie? He’s actually not poor?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You retort. 

“The kid that barely had a week’s worth of clothing? That one?” 

Snip. You move onto the next flower. He has plenty of clothes now, so it’s not like you need to worry anymore. 

“The one that ate like a pig and he’s been starving for a whole good year or so? The one that scrapbooked the whole town here and went around taking photos?”

You sigh.

“The one that you kissed?”

“He kissed me,” you snap. Stop when you see the grin on her face growing. “And stop talking about him. He returned to his world, like I returned to mine. It’s better this way.”

“Is this a firstborn disease, I wonder? Pretending that everything’s fine?”

“If you’re going to act like I’m not here, I’m leaving.” 

Kaia claps when you move to stand up. “I meant to say that he’s so, so forgettable and we shouldn’t talk about him anymore. Ever. Since none of us remember him.”

A smile curls up your lips, and you throw the now thornless rose at her. “Sorry for making you all uncomfortable. I know you guys loved him.” 

“Well, that’s part of his charm, isn’t it?” 

Yeah. It is. 

But just because someone is charming, doesn’t mean he’s hard to erase. 

Past 

“You what? Did you follow me?” 

“To follow someone is to appear to them directly. And I didn’t even know you’d be here.” He—Namjoon—scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat. “Though I suppose I should apologize, since I still don’t have the money to pay you back. Or I do, but I think I need to use it to get some food, a place to stay, and a job.” 

“You’re not going to find it here.” You motion to the bench, where your things are. Here you are wanting some quiet time away from the grandparents who wanted to you to finish their chores for them. As endearing as they can be, you know that they can be just as manipulating, too. Just cast the “my back really hurts and I’ll give you an endless supply of side dishes” glance with the eyes, and you’re under their spell. 

“I heard there was a small town around here…”

“Not a place to stay,” you tell him. “Residents only, since we don’t often have visitors.”

“Why? Because it’s so far away?” He inches closer to the railing. Where you are looks over the city—is half an hour away from it, actually, so not too far out. The area is surrounded by hills and an endless amount of the color green. You peer over with him, catching sight of the ocean far below and more fields. 

“Are you sure you’re not following me? What are you doing here, anyways?” Namjoon smiles, and dimples appear, a feature you didn’t notice last time. 

“I live in the town you’re talking about.” You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. At least he looks freshened up this time, in a better shirt—still blue—and much cleaner shoes. Even his hair isn’t greasy, which is a nice bonus and in for the grandparents to adore him. “Come on. I’ll take you there.” 

“Seriously? That’d be awesome.” He follows. God. How gullible. “Can you get me a job, too?”

“That’s not for me to interfere with. Ask around, and maybe you’ll get one.”

“And, uh…” 

“And what?” You spin on your heel—maybe a little too quickly. Your knee bends, and your arms fly out.

Reaching Namjoon’s. 

He hoists you up easily, and you clear your throat. He’s tall. Uh. Very tall, hovering over you. And not all that useless. He does have some muscles, it seems. Actually, he’s like some doberman. 

Other than that, your mind is blank. But the subject needs to be changed desperately. 

Is it too late to jump off the railing? Embrace the waters below? 

His dimples make a return, and he tilts his head down. “I was going to ask if I can find a place to stay, but maybe it’s a little to early for that.” 

That’s it. You gape at him, wondering if he can take a hit in the head. By your fist.

Namjoon waves to the right—the direction you’re going in. “After you.” 

Past

“Is there anything I should know about you?” You press an index finger to his chest, ignoring how he doesn’t budge. “Did you get here because you’re charged with murder? Arson? Something along those lines?”

Namjoon holds his hands up. “I promise I’m a responsible citizen, only needing a temporary place to stay.” 

He isn’t lying. At least, you don’t think he’s the type to. But he is hiding something.

Seeing as it isn’t life threatening, though, you take him up the cobblestone path, pointing to the yellow building with the rusty sign. Most of the buildings here need a serious paint job, but none of you ever get to it, thinking it adds its own unique quality to the area. 

Plus, as long as the inside is clean, none of you see the issue why an area should be judged for its exterior. 

“Halmuni!” You shout when you walk into the restaurant with Namjoon. It’s a little ironic, how she named it, You Can Eat Anything, but gives the locals what she wants to make for the day. 

Well, at least the side dishes are consistent. And anything she makes tastes amazing, not to mention you all love her to say otherwise. 

Kaia is there, one leg crossed over another, soju bottle in front of her. Her head resting on the palm of her hand, she groans when you enter. 

“Halmuni,” she whines. “Kick her out. She’s going to make me go back to work.”

“As you should,” the elder scolds back, flicking her forehead and leaning on the counter. “You’re the owner. What are you doing playing hooky in another person’s store?” 

Hooky. You snort.

“There aren’t any customers.” Your friend mutters under her breath, and takes another sip of alcohol. 

“And you.” The woman’s finger turns to focus on you. “Isn’t she paying you? Why are you off with some man having a literal hook-up?”

Kaia stares at Namjoon, who, behind you, bows to Halmuni. 

“There’s no way that’s her one night stand. Or boyfriend. It’s probably some traveler she picked up on the side of the road.” 

The comment is insulting and comforting at the same time. 

“She’s right,” you murmur. “This is Namjoon. He needs a place to stay and work. I was planning to take him to yours after feeding him, but I guess you can assess him now.” You shove the kid forward. 

“Ya.” Halmuni declares. “Don’t push him around like that.” 

Placing her hands on her hips, she stares him down. “I’m selling kimchi-jigae today. Take it or leave it.”

“I, ah, I’ll eat it well,” he stumbles out, wiping his hands on his shorts.

“Say that when it’s served to you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Come here, come here,” Kaia interjects, waving him forward, and motioning to the seat in front of her. “Sit.” 

You almost feel bad that you’re all treating him harshly. Almost, because he’ll adapt. You see the determination in his eyes, the way he takes in a deep breath before going forward.

If he’s determined to stay and make it happen, you’ll let him. And if he can deal with the crass way everyone speaks here, he’ll be accepted in a community that’ll have his back—one that’ll even bury a body for him. 

You didn’t come here on awful terms like Namjoon did—just for escape a few years back. But you’re glad, because this is your home now. 

“Hello,” he bows again. “Kim Namjoon. I’m, uh, 24.” 

“Out of college, huh? Or…” 

“Yes. Seoul University. In business.” 

“Mhm. Top of the class?”

“Yes.”

“Holy shit.” This causes her to put the bottle down. “Really? So you’re actually smart? I thought most people coasted by once they got into college.”

“That’s just you,” you remark, smirking. When she sticks her tongue out, you laugh and make your way around the counter to start loading some kimchi onto a plate. And some radish, along with seasoned spinach, and some other side dishes. 

“I, ah. Academics are important.” 

“Not here.” Kaia tilts her head to the side. “How’s your sense of fashion? Or interior design. This place is tacky, don’t you think? Too yellow. It’s kind of hideous. I feel like I’m looking at a golden pig’s skin.”

This time, you muffle your laughter so that Halmuni can’t hear your agreement with her comment. Like the outside, the inside is yellow, too, and the wallpaper draws attention more than the wooden tables and silver counter does. Not to mention, the paper slammed on the middle of the wall containing an indiscernible scribble of the menu of the day. 

It adds character, though. 

“Is that… bad?” Namjoon resembles a fish out of water. Quite literally. 

She blinks. “So you need glasses. That’s okay. Can you do simple tasks like putting bouquets together and cutting thorns off roses? Working with me means more than dealing with flowers. You’ll probably be living mostly in restaurants, helping the grandpas and grandmas around here.”

“I can do that.” His shoulders sag in relief. 

“And you can take photos? I have—”

“Oh, do your own social media stuff.” You bring the side dishes down harder than you expect, but appear unfazed nonetheless. 

“Fine.” Kaia pouts. “You’re hired. I can’t pay much, but I’m a fair boss. And as for sleeping arrangements.” She points to you. “She has two rooms. Take up her offer on that.”

Present

It’s the deep voice calling your name, heard like a whisper in the wind, that makes you freeze. Turn. 

“So it is you,” he murmurs, casting his eyes down to the concrete road. With the way he’s behind you, it reminds you of the time he followed you up a different path. He must be thinking the same, with the way his shoes—clean, untouched sneakers—kick a rock. Namjoon’s hands are in his pockets, and the way he carries himself doesn’t match the sleek black and white suit he has on. 

Frankly, seeing him like this is unbearable.

Thank God this is Seoul—vast enough so that you don’t have to run into him again. Especially since you’re moving here now that you got a new job as an editor. 

“So you’re going to leave without saying anything?” Hurt is laced into his voice. “You won’t let me explain, after everything we’ve been together?” 

“I’ve been through a lot with Kim Namjoon, the guy I met in the train,” you say. “Not Kim Namjoon, the businessman.”

And like you described, the businessman is ruthless at giving you heartbreak. It’s stupid, why you decided to go the path that will pass by Kim Tech Industries—you were practically asking for punishment. And yet, here he is, too, leaning against the entrance of the building, like he’s been waiting for you this whole time. 

“You look beautiful,” the words fall out of his lips like he’s said it a thousand times, because he has. Only this time, he can’t accompany the words by caressing your cheek, or by placing his hands in yours. “Is the restaurant doing okay? What about the paint? Has it faded yet? Did some rascal put his foot on the new color?” 

“Don’t—” Your facade cracks. “Don’t ask me about these things, Namjoon. I can’t answer them.” 

“Why can’t they be the same person? Why can’t—I told you that I was there for a reason, right? And I told you I had to go.”

Like you could ever forget the moment. It felt like waking up from a nightmare, and realize that you’ve twisted all the bad into the good. 

“Is it that hard for you to look at me? Talk to me? Think about me?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, and watch his face crumple. It takes one look at his face to now know he belongs in a vastly different world. One you don’t have control over. 

He’s the man who doesn’t even has a 9-5, because he’s that rich. A bachelor, combined with the other six he hangs out with. 

You should’ve read the news about his mysterious disappearance. Kaia—the social media fanatic—should have. 

Except you all missed it. And now, you had to step on your own heart. 

“What if—”

“There is not ‘what if’s’ anymore. Only now.”

You deliver the final blow. To you and him. 

“I’ll be going… Namjoon ssi.” 

Present

“Come on, Halmuni. You can’t act like they weren’t in love. They were practically all over each other, it was disgusting to watch.” 

Halmuni sighs. “Yes, but I’m not tactless enough to say that in front of someone who’s grieving.” 

“I am over him,” you mumble, and set the chicken skewers down. “But you talking about him makes my appetite disappear.” 

“Namjoon. What if I decided to go abroad? To America?”

“Then I would follow you in a heartbeat.”

“Namjoon. What if…”

“Again with this?” 

“Yes. What if I messed up? Like I did something really bad?”

“Like, cheat on me?”

“No, stupid. Like I said hurtful things but I didn’t mean it. You know how I can run my mouth sometimes. What if I said something without meaning it?”

“Then I would forgive you in a heartbeat, too.”

“Namjoon. What if I stopped loving you?”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“… Whether you stop loving me or not, that won’t change my love for you.”

Every word with him, every ‘what if,’ haunts you. But what still lingers are the words he said when you turned to leave: “I still love you. And if your stubborn ass chooses to pretend like you don’t love me, my stubborn ass will spend the rest of my life making sure you actually fall in love with me. Properly.” 

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Will You Make a Mess Now?

Jungkook’s never been touched before and, after a hectic end to his semester, he thinks he wants that to change…

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Virgin! Jungkook, established relationship au, college au, smut, fluff.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: HELLO YES I MISSED YOU. Guys, I swear i’m working on updating my series (plural) but, I’ve been out of writing for a while and, I needed something to get me back in the groove. What better way than to continue to affirm that my love for Jungkook is unavoidable and, unstoppable. i love youuuuu. This is unedited for now, please forgive any mistakes, I was too excited. 

Warnings: smut, language, 18+ only please.

After 4 grueling months of relentless studying and lectures, you can finally say that your second to last semester of university is finally over.

Finals week is still at the entrance of your subconscious as its literally all you’ve been able to think about for quite some time. You haven’t been able to unwind or see your friends and, if you’re being honest, you don’t remember the last time you actually slept for more than four hours at a time.

The good news is…

All of that is now behind you.

The exams have been taken, the textbooks have been returned or re-sold, the mountain of instant meals have been cleared from your kitchen (for now) and, you are currently on the subway headed to celebrate with the only person in the world that could properly bring you out of your post-exam haze:

Your boyfriend, Jungkook.

Keep reading

overdue | kth.

— banner by @jamaisjoons 🧸

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Wherein Kim Taehyung has many overdue books, and he offers you his sexual services in lieu of the payments.

↠ genre : pwp, fluff, smut, college au, bookshop au, slight strangers to lovers, classmates to lovers

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, a little bickering, kissing, making out, slight choking, hickies, body worship, oral (m. receiving & allusions to f. receiving), Taehyung hits it from the back, unprotected sex (be safe <3), edging, spanking, taehyung being a sly shit, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, creampie, semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore), praising, begging & it’s soft & soppy towards the end because kim taehyung is a romantic at heart <3

↠ word count : 5K

↠ a/n : hello loves !! and it’s finally here <3 sorry about the delay (life’s been a mess) but i hope you enjoy this quick pwp !! it isn’t my greatest work , but i wanted to post something for my birthday for you all as a thank you for being here <3 thank you to @chateautae ; @kithtaehyung & @kookiestarlight for reading over 🤎 and thank you to @jamaisjoons for the stunning banner 🍪 as always, your feedback is truly appreciated & happy reading !! <3

↠ song : 120 - bad bunny

"Oh, and the name's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

"I know your name. We're in the same class," you sigh, turning your back to him, and instead of unpacking your new stack of books. "I just want you to return the books you took out months ago."

"Same class?" Taehyung repeats, leaning on the counter. You aren't even facing him, but you know that he's wearing the usual feline smirk on his lips. "Interesting. I've never noticed you."

Despite the both of you being in Professor Choi's class, you never really speak to one another. You usually sit at the front of the lecture hall, and Taehyung opts for the seats at the back instead.

You and Taehyung are quiet class members, not really interacting with anyone instead of relishing in your own company. A part of you always yearned to approach him, but your nerves ended up getting the best of you.

The boy always had a mysterious aura surrounding him, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by him. When you first met Taehyung, he always carried a book with him, and he never really spoke. You'd hear him converse with Professor Choi here and there, and his mellow voice always ignited something deep within you. It was soft but alluring at the same time.

He would usually spend most of his time in the library, hidden away in the corner with a box of strawberries, jazz music spilling from his laptop as he reads either classical poetry or manga. The sight always makes you snicker, the differences between his choices being so stark.

The more you saw of him, though, the more your crush grew; however, your infatuation slowly began to fluctuate from the moment you began to see who he really was.

His flirtatious attitude, snarky remarks, and mischievous glint in his eyes always keep you on edge.

You don't hate him, but his personality can be hard to keep up with.

Taehyung frequently visits your father's bookshop, popping in at least twice a week to take out a few books. He's undoubtedly an avid reader and enjoys all sorts of genres which you don't mind at all. The only problem you truly have with the stupidly handsome bloke is that he never seems to return his books. And the books he doesn't return just so happen to be your favourite.

"Just bring the books back by Sunday." You reply, knowing that he's trying to embarrass you, shifting to face him with an exasperated face. "Otherwise, I'll tell my father, and you'll have to deal with him, which isn't fun at all… his books are his babies."

"Ah, I've met him plenty of times. We happen to be great friends," Taehyung remarks, sighing dramatically with a shit-eating grin on his face, resting his chin in his palms. "Look at me, already infiltrating my way into your family."

"Will you leave?" You request, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"No." Taehyung chimes, showing you his boxy smile that you can't help but melt at. "I know you don't want me to."

You whine and leave the counter, moving to stand before him. Your height difference is remarkable, and you can't help but smile briefly at the way he towers over you.

"The thing is, Miss. Y/N," he mutters, a playful glint colouring his eyes as he notices the way you light up upon hearing your name. "I seem to have misplaced those books." He informs you a little too casually.

"You what?" You retort, visibly angry at what has just come out of Taehyung's mouth.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"How… how does one just lose a few books?" You complain, throwing your head back. "You're totally paying for those. I'm not getting in trouble because of you."

"Paying?" Taehyung questions in a frivolous manner. "I don't make payments."

"Taehyung."

"My name sounds real good coming out of your mouth, princess."

Great.

"I know another way to pay you… wanna hear me out?" Taehyung suggests with a teasing cadence lacing his tone. You stare at him with curious eyes and notice how his smirk ticks every box.

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

You would've very quickly walked away if it wasn't for his smirk. That slight rise in the corner of his mouth combined with the cool detachment in his eyes… you couldn't help but stare, lightly smirking back. And that mere act was giving him inner delight. Taehyung was evidently savouring the moment, and you both felt the tension thicken.

You have a slight inkling about the way Taehyung wants to pay you. You aren't oblivious to his ways. Coming to the bookshop only on days you worked, 'forgetting' his overdue books, catching him staring at you when you walk into class, hanging around a little longer to see you leave, and more importantly… visiting the store at times, he knows there's no one here, but you.

"I'm listening," you reply, stepping closer to Taehyung, so you're only centimetres away from him.

Taehyung leans down, his lips brushing against yours, as he entangles his fingers with your nimble ones. "Good girl," he whispers, and his hand begins to trail up your bare arm.

Your back hits against the shelf as Taehyung devours your mouth with sheer passion. His one hand lightly chokes you whilst the other holds your head in place.

He kisses you once. Twice. And you know immediately that you can never tire of this man. With vehement urgency, he chases your lips, and you smile into the kiss, his neediness more than apparent. You know more than well that you shouldn't be making out with him in your father's storage room. Any customer could walk in asking for you, heck, so could your father, but that doesn't stop you from kissing Taehyung with a more potent force. You feel utterly feral and slightly shocked as to how Taehyung already has so much power over you.

"Gave in very easily, didn't you?" Taehyung teases, pulling away from your lips and kissing down your jawline. He nips at your skin, most definitely leaving you with marks as a reminder of your shenanigans. He rips open your short, floral-printed linen dress, and you moan as you hear the tear, his strength being a huge turn on for you.

"Oh shut it," you gasp, directing him back to face you. You capture his lips in a fast, rhythmic movement, and he begins to undo your bra. He takes in your chest, and you swear you hear him growl as he looks you up and down.

"You're fucking stunning," he rasps, dipping his head into the junction between your head and shoulder, pressing the most sensuous kisses down to your tits. You moan again, craning your neck and arching your chest to him, craving more of his touch. His veiny arms wrap around you, and you instinctively move closer to him.

"Take off your shirt," you whine, wanting to feel Taehyung's skin against yours. Your wish is accepted immediately, and in one swift movement, Taehyung pulls his shirt over his head with a single hand.

Your hand immediately reaches for his taut chest, and you cascade it down, grabbing his hardened cock through his sweatpants.

"Please let me suck you off," you mutter, palming him whilst gazing up at him with softened eyes.

"Such a slut for my cock already," Taehyung murmurs and you nod, happily admitting.

Taehyung pecks your pouty lips, smirking as he sees you kneel before him. You pull down his trousers and boxers, eyes widening as you drink in just how huge he is. Your wetness grows as you anticipate just how hard he could wreck you with this monster.

"Go on, baby. It's all yours." Taehyung goads, hands moving to rest on your head. Moving forward, he strokes your cheek as he pushes the fat tip of his cock towards your hungry mouth, breathing in at the sensation of your tongue coming out and kitten-licking at his slit, savouring the taste of his arousal on your tongue.

His one hand moves to rest on your head, and the other holds your chin in place, lifting it slightly so he can push himself into your inviting mouth.

"So fucking good," Taehyung groans out celestially as you envelop his sizeable tip. Your one hand holds the rest of his dick whilst the other runs up and down his thick thigh.

You carefully pay attention to sucking on his member flawlessly, aching to be praised.

"You're such a cockslut for me, aren't you?"

Thanks, Taehyung.

You look up and see the man throwing his head back as you sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until your nose practically buries itself in his pubic bone. His hand tangles into your hair, threading his warm fingers through your luscious locks.

Greedily, you take more of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft. His guttural groans spur you on, and you feel your chest swell with pride, knowing that Kim Taehyung, who oozes power and dominance, is at your mercy as you suck him dry.

"Fuckk," Taehyung curses when you sink down on him further. You hollow your cheeks, and Taehyung moans at the feeling, his breathing becoming heavier. He thrusts forward and hits the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, which provokes immediate tears in your eyes.

Your cunt becomes wetter with each sinful sound that leaves his filthy mouth. You abruptly pull back, an idea springing to mind.

Taehyung stares down at you with watery eyes whilst biting his bottom lip. "All good, baby?"

You soften at the pet name but quickly pull yourself together. "Fuck my face."

"You're a little shit," Taehyung laughs, holding your head in place and directing his heavy cock inside your hot mouth. You ravenously deep-throat him, and he moans delectably, gently beginning to fuck your throat.

"Your mouth feels so good. We're definitely doing this again," he moans loudly, and you feel yourself gush at the thought of having Taehyung in your mouth again. He continues ramming himself against your face, groaning blissfully as the euphoric sensations run through him.

"Bet you'll love having your face stuffed with my cock every morning," Taehyung rasps as he drives his length inside your mouth with more force, roughly chasing his release.

Taehyung peers down at you; he sees tears leaking out of your beautiful eyes and drool spilling out of your helpless mouth. You know you look a complete mess, but Taehyung stares at you with adoration. His hips continue to softly rock into your mouth, all while he continues to turn you on more with his dulcet voice.

"Tell me, Y/N. You'd love having your face fucked again, wouldn't you?"

You nod, rubbing your thighs together, the pressure making you want to pull your mouth away and riding him senselessly.

"Not gonna last, love," Taehyung whines. Your hands move to grip his thighs, pushing all of him inside your mouth, almost choking on his monstrous dick. You swirl your tongue around and swallow the mess as Taehyung releases the most lustful moans, deep groans echoing inside this tiny storage room.

Taehyung suddenly picks his pace up, fucking himself into your mouth with newfound vigour. He throws his head back, cursing and hissing at your ministrations. You slurp and suck whilst luxuriating in the way Taehyung begins to unravel.

He unexpectedly pushes you away from his dick, and you whine out of frustration, wanting him to have spilt his seed down your throat. Taehyung himself trembles at the loss, wanting to shove his cock back inside your mouth. But he resists the urge and instead pulls you up towards him, crashing your lips together and sloppily kissing you.

His sinful tongue moves in sync with yours, and you tug at his dark locks, the urge to have him inside you proliferating.

"I can't wait anymore," he smirks, spanking your ass, and cursing at the sight of you throwing your head back with rolled eyes. "Need to feel your tight pussy swallow me."

"Please, Tae.." you whine, running your hands all over his smooth chest. "Fuck me."

Taehyung feels himself become harder at your begging. He never expected you to reciprocate his energy. Taehyung always thought of you as shy and innocent, but he knew you were far from that judging by what he’s seen today. Not that he was complaining, though; if anything, the little crush he did have on you harboured into something more.

Instead of responding, Taehyung swiftly turns you around, and you come to face a stack of new books. You really shouldn't be letting him fuck you here, but you were far too pent up to stop him.

Taehyung runs his hand down your spine, and you shiver at the new sensation. "So beautiful," he mutters as he rests his hand on your ass. His hard cock rubs against your cheeks, eliciting heat to run through your core. You take a step back, rubbing yourself against him shamelessly.

The gap between the two of you is smoothly closed as Taehyung steps forward, his hot breath fanning your shoulder. He dips his head towards your ear and takes your earlobe between his lips, making you purr. Taehyung doesn't miss the chance to whisper in your ear, knowing it'll only heighten the tension.

"Can I fuck you?" He asks whilst kneading your ass with his large hands.

You laugh before responding, "You ask that now?"

"Consent is vital, my love," Taehyung mumbles, dropping his head to press a kiss against your shoulder, eliciting a shiver from you.

Fuck, this man really is going to be the end of you.

"Well, it'll never be a no from me," you reply, goosebumps forming at your slight confession. You turn around and wink at him with a knowing smirk, shocking yourself with your bold behaviour.

"Fuck, I could get used to this," he says hoarsely before turning you back around. Taehyung touches you all over as he grinds his body against yours in the most seductive way. The sweat has formed glistens against his skin, making him appear hotter than usual.

"Hurry," you whine, becoming impatient. Taehyung chuckles, and dives for your neck, biting it slightly, making you moan indulgently in his hold. Your knees buckle, but his firm grip on your hips stops you from tripping.

A devilish smirk dances across Taehyung's lips as he raises his palm, hitting it against your ass harshly.

"Fuck, Taehyung," you groan as the sting spreads. His fingers move to your pussy, gathering your slick. Taehyung sucks his coated digits, moaning at the sweetness of your arousal.

"Do you always taste this good, princess?" Taehyung grits, his hand now thumbing at your clit. "Who's got you this wet, hmm?"

"Y-you, just do something," you moan, pushing yourself back to feel Taehyung, hoping that he'd provide you with some sort of relief.

"Bet you could come just like this," he continues to rub your clit, lips brushing against your pulse point.

You shudder with pleasure, immediately conveying to him how good you feel. Taehyung removes his mouth from your pulse point to instead press delicate kisses against your jawline.

"I'd love to fuck you every day," he huskily whispers, "making you cum again and again," he adds before turning you back to face him. Taehyung mouths at you sensually, kissing you with an insatiable force that leaves you breathless when you pull away.

You arch into him, and Taehyung knows you need more. He smirks at the way you evidently fall into submission. He imagines fucking you in his bed, shower, eating you out in the library where you have to stay quiet.

"Please do something," you complain. Taehyung reaches forward, pressing kisses against the column of your throat. You drag your nails down his chest, eliciting a playful growl.

"Want me to fuck you, hmm?" Taehyung teases you. You quickly nod, moaning his name, hoping it urges him to hurry up and fuck you senseless.

Taehyung brings his warm hand to cup your breast, evoking another needy moan from you. He hisses pleasurably at your lewd sigh, and you twitch in his hold.

"I'm going to ruin you," he whispers in his low-pitched voice as he fondles your tit, dipping his head down towards your chest to press open-mouthed kisses. Taehyung decorates your skin with purple, flourishing hickies.

You feel Taehyung smirk against your skin when you let out a sultry sound.

"Really sensitive, aren't you?" he notes, his breath tickling your ear, leaving you to feel more aroused and dizzy. You physically feel your pussy gush, and your body buzzes at the unmitigated effect Taehyung has on you.

"Oh, Taehyung, please just give me your cock," you whine loudly, the need to feel him inside you growing. You swear you can combust untouched, his mere gaze enough to unravel you.

"Wanna turn around again so I can fuck you?" he sighs out against your lips before joining them together for the umpteenth time that evening.

You move your hands to cup Taehyung's cheeks, kissing him with zealous force, hoping he'd understand how needy you are.

"You're so fucking hot," he exhales wistfully, smothering his lips with yours again for an all too chaste kiss.

"Want you in me now," you prompt him urgently, "wan' your big cock."

Taehyung hastily tightens his grip on your waist, "Go on then, baby, turn around for me."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, shifting, so you're face-to-face with the books again. You glance over your shoulder fleetingly, admiring Taehyung's pleasing build.

His perfectly sculpted body, his messy black hair, built arms, and that damn smirk of his has you feeling giddy all over again. You can only wish that you're able to see this site more often. The most erotic thoughts flood your mind, and you grow more impatient, anticipating his next move.

Taehyung catches you staring at him, and a mirthy smile graces his face as he grabs hold of his length, pumping himself a few times. His tip painfully glints a burning red, and it leaves a heavy ache in your core.

Taehyung catches you off-guard, grabbing hold of your hips and yanking you back so your ass presses against him. You jump and quickly peek behind you with confused eyes, only to see a shit-eating grin on his face.

He drags the palm of his large hand down your smooth back, relishing in your silky smooth skin. "So fucking sexy," he mutters, "we're so doing this again."

Reaching for your ass, he slaps it playfully, "Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You'll never want another man."

"Taehyung, please," you groan, frustrated. He mutters a soft apology before rubbing his hard-on against your ass, stepping closer to press the length of his girthy cock against your soaked folds.

This is actually happening.

Kim Taehyung is going to fuck you, and fuck you good.

Your legs part on their own, and you arch your back, offering your ass to the man shamelessly. Taehyung curses at the salacious scene, pressing his cock further into you and somehow growing harder.

"Fucking perfect," he rasps with his mellow voice, "ready?"

"You've got me all soaked; of course, I'm ready!"

"Fuck," Taehyung laughs, groaning as he rubs the tip of his hard cock up and down your dripping pussy. He teases your hole, pressing his dick but never pushing it in. Your mouth hangs open at the contact, and your breathing quickens.

"Gonna stretch this tight cunt out so good, baby," he mumbles to himself, goading you with gentle pressure.

"Just put it in," you impatiently urge, wiggling your ass against him, tired of his unnecessary teasing.

Taehyung finally gives in, pushing against you. He slides his cock past your folds, burying himself deep inside. The two of you groan at the lewd feeling, and you mutually feel the tension rise.

Taehyung emits a guttural moan as he watches the view of him entering your tight pussy. He hears you release the most sinful sounds, and seeing you bask in the feeling of him filling you up whole makes him smile.

"Taehyung…"

"Fuck, the way you moan my name," he breathes out as he buries himself to the hilt, hips rolling into you with the deepest of strokes. "It's the only name you'll ever moan from now on."

Taehyung fits inside you snuggly, grinding in you with small and precise thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips, and his eyes fixate on the heavy swell of your ass. He groans satisfyingly, watching his cock slip in and out of you with ease, thighs rubbing against the back of yours in the most orgasmic way.

"T-Taehyung, fuck, you're too big." You whimper, your entire body craving more of him.

"But you'll learn to take it, won't you?" he prompts, shutting his eyes and dipping his head to rest at your shoulder as he begins to smack his hips into yours relentlessly. Your walls flutter, and Taehyung tries hard to contain his load, not wanting to shoot his seed inside you just yet.

"Faster.." you plead, body shaking with maximal pleasure.

Taehyung heeds, going deeper and picking up his speed to hit the best spots inside you. You press your temple against the shelving, ignoring the dull pain as he fucks you with languid, steady strokes. You feel his cock throb inside you, provoking you to moan his name again.

"Harder.." you mewl, compelling him to growl as he provides you with forceful thrusts, growling animalistically when he hears you cry out in delight. His muscular arm reaches forward, veiny hand gripping your breast, pinching your hardened nipple as he presses sloppy kisses just behind your ear, your body letting him know that it's your sensitive spot.

"That's it, pretty angel, you're doing so well," Taehyung praises, thrusting with more fidelity as your walls pulse around him, "Goddamn this pussy," he pants breathlessly. He knows you are getting close and snakes his other hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he drives you closer towards the edge, eliciting the whiniest sounds from you.

"Mmm, Tae, you feel so, so good," you cry as he rams his cock further into your wetness, groaning at the sensation. His delicious abuse on your swollen clit makes you hiss in pleasure.

"That's right, Y/N. Moan, my name," Taehyung rasps, continuing his onslaught and pulling you back onto him.

"Holy shit, Taehyung!" Your knees buckle at the savouring drag of his appetising length, and hearing your name from his sinful mouth makes your eyes roll back.

"Right there, baby?"

"Oh God, yea.." you moan, nodding your head incessantly.

You mewl again, arousal spilling out of you, but Taehyung fucks it right back in. He pinches your nipple whilst simultaneously teasing your clit. Taehyung sucks a hickey on your neck, cum aching his heavy balls as he pumps into your soaked walls.

You throw your head back onto his shoulder, stretching your hand to tug at the short tendrils of his hair. Taehyung knows precisely what you mean without you having said any words.

"Wann' see your face," you whimper, "need to feel you more.."

Taehyung smirks at your neediness, pulling out of you reasonably quickly. You both wince at the loss of warmth, and he wastes no time in turning you around and lifting you up, deeply penetrating you again. Taehyung continues with the same, brisk pace as before, and you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you, so your foreheads touch.

"Oh, this is much better," he murmurs, "been dreaming of this for the longest time."

"Me too. I won’t need to touch myself anymore," you purr, "I'm all yours to fuck now."

Taehyung moans deeper at your revelation, and you begin to grind against him as an attempt to alleviate the burning pressure that shoots through your core. Your moans start to turn into gasps, and you know you're more than close.

"Where do you want me to come, princess?"

"Fill me up," you manage to whimper. That probably wasn't the wisest suggestion from you, but you crave to feel full of his cum, squeezing against him to urge him more. “I want your cum inside me.”

"Holy shit!" he grunts, his orgasm hitting him. Taehyung's hot cum shoots inside you, painting your insides white. He moves impossibly closer, rubbing his face against your collarbone.

Taehyung's arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he repeatedly pecks you all over your face.

A romantic man indeed.

He is mindful of your sensitivity, allowing you to relax before picking up his pace again.

You're at a loss of words, the only thing on your mind being that you're being fucked full of Taehyung's cum. You notice his eyes fixated on where you both connect, and you follow his gaze.

The both of you watch your stomach clench and relax with pleasure. Taehyung's thrusts begin to stutter, and he throbs hard, fearing that he may possibly shoot his second load into you before you can even have your first release.

You sob and wail, clutching onto him tighter. Taehyung's hand cascades down towards your engorged clit, rubbing it fervently with the hopes that you'll perhaps squirt around his cock.

"Close?" he asks you as he grunts, rubbing your clit harder and faster. You vigorously nod, eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you warmly.

"Come all over me, angel. All over my cock," he demands, rutting against you in a frantic manner.

You clench down on him as you release with a string of curse words. You ride out your climax with him, and he puts less pressure on your clit, instead enthralled as he watches you in your throes of pleasure.

Taehyung's confidence heightens, smirking as he recalls the way you've been screaming his name all evening. The simple thought of you squirting both his and your mess out spurs him on, and he swears he could fuck you all over again right now.

"That was fucking incredible." You're breathless, carefully slip out of his hold, leaning against his broad chest for support.

Taehyung pulls you into him, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head, and his arms wrap around you. Your chest swells, feeling shy as you curve further into his warm body. He dips his head down to litter soft kisses over the hickies he made, and in turn, you peck his chest before pulling yourself back to face him.

"I haven't lost any of the books, by the way," Taehyung admits, chuckling as he rests his head on top of yours.

"I figured," you snicker back, gingerly wrapping your arms around his waist.

"And I also know they're your favourite."

"Oh, really?" You awe at his cute smile.

"Yeah… I've kept them safe with the hopes that I'll get to read them to you with my deep voice you like so much." You playfully smack his chest, unable to handle the way he's exposing you.

"Well, maybe one day you can."

The two of you gently smile as you embrace one another's presence. Maybe working in your father’s bookshop wasn’t so bad of an idea.

"So… where do we go from here?" Taehyung whispers, gently stroking your hair.

You know exactly where you want to go from here.

You want to wake up to Taehyung’s messages. You want to bring him his favourite morning beverage, and walk to class with him, arm securely wrapped around his bicep.

You want to sit with him in lecture, but only pay attention to him and him only. You want to complete your assignments together, and when stress overcomes you both, you want to be able to freely ride him as he wraps his hand around your throat, fucking up into you as tears of pleasure spill from your pretty eyes.

You want Taehyung to be the one who pushes your face into his sheets as he fucks you from behind on a random Tuesday night. You want Taehyung’s deep voice to be the one that spews the filthiest of words into your ear, whispering confessions of how nothing compares to the feeling of your tight pussy engulfing his cock.

Picnics, library dates, walks in the park, spontaneous makeout sessions that result in him eating you out over and over… you want it all, and you want it all with Kim Taehyung and him only.

"Well, I'd love to go to your bedroom first" you decide to tease, staring at him with suggestive eyes, "you did say you could get used to this."

Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding at your suggestion.

"I'm making you mine all over again," he whispers, flashing you his signature smirk before reaching down to join your lips again. His arms tighten around your waist, cinching you to him, and your hands entangle in his hair, feeling the silken strands between your fingers. “We’re not finishing anytime soon.”

You smile to yourself, feeling giddy as you acknowledge that your feelings for Taehyung are mutual. Swaying in his embrace, you daydream about life with him again. Waking up to him, reading in his arms, baking with him… every thought felt surreal. You know that both of you will love one another with your all, and that was something you were excited to explore with Taehyung.

"Okay, but not here!" You pull back, pouting as you examine your surroundings. "We should really clean up."

"Will do… but after this," Taehyung winks, dropping down to his knees. He parts your legs and nether lips, licking you shamelessly with his flat tongue before sucking on your clit. Your hands reach down to hold onto his messy hair, pushing him closer to your gushing cunt as you filthily moan. Taehyung pulls back to look up at you with an impish smirk before shifting his attention back to your pussy and devouring it whole.

jungkook | he cheats on you pt.3

part one

part two

word count: 1.8K

a/n: a few of you guys asked for a third part, so here it is! also this isn’t really about kook anymore lol.

TWO YEARS LATER

The plane’s wheels met the ground with a tremendous thunder; the friction of the rubber against the tarmac gradually increased as you pushed along the runway. You let out a little nervous breath you’d been holding since the airport had come into view – you were always a nervous flyer. After you were finally free from the clammy, recycled air of the plane, you trudged drowsily through security, and then slumped against a wall until your red suitcase materialised on the conveyer belt.

As you moved, zombie-like through the bright lights and loud noises of the departure terminal, you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket of your hoodie. You stopped by a mini-McDonald’s, out of the flow of people-traffic, and pulled out your phone. Huh? Taehyung’s name had appeared on the screen.

All at once, a flood of memories rushed through your head, making you almost dizzy with their speed. Laughing with the members till your stomach hurt, playing PUBG with Taehyung, getting a first listen on their albums, and of course, the abyss in your life that once was Jungkook. You pressed green.

“Taehyung!” You cried out, at the same time as he exclaimed’ “Y/N!”

You stuttered and tripped over your words, overwhelmed with the sight of him. He looked the same – though his hair was its natural onyx now, and far longer – and for a moment it felt like nothing had changed. Behind him, the rest of the members crowded around the phone, waving enthusiastically at you. You peered at the slither of glass ceiling above them.

“Wait, are you guys here? Like in the airport, right now? You asked, the pitch of your voice rising.

“Yeah!” Tae grinned widely, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

“Oh my God, how did you know I was here?” You gushed, the phone shaking a little in your hands.

“Your brother may or may not have texted me an hour ago.” He admitted.

Your eyes widened. “And you came already? With the boys? In public?”

Taehyung laughed. “We’re in a private lounge, someone is coming to get you as we speak.”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your lips trembling. You weren’t sure if you were quite ready for this, to see them all again, to see Jungkook again, to remember those painful memories which you had carefully tucked away. Well, if you didn’t face them now, when would you ever? Perhaps the only way to finally heal was to see him again, when both of you had moved on into your lives already. Face your fears head on or whatever.

You gave a few soft raps on the door, conscious of your escort’s watchful eyes. The symptoms of jet lag had taken a back seat to your jittery nerves.

“It’s open!”

Namjoon’s voice. Your hand hovered over the handle in a moment of brief indecision, and then you pressed down upon it.

“Welcome back!” The boys yelled in unison, their seven voices layering messily over each other. You gasped, taking in the whole room; they were clustered in its centre, and Taehyung was holding a handwritten sign that said ‘Welcone back, Y/N!” in almost-perfect English. You wouldn’t point out his mistake.

“Hi everyone!” You grinned, setting down your suitcase to one side. Taehyung loped towards you, and you moved into his arms eagerly, wrapping yours around his neck – which required you to stand on your tiptoes. “I’ve missed you so much, Tae!” You gasped, suddenly overwhelmed by him.

“I missed you too, Y/N. So much.” He responded in his usual husky tone, not letting go. When he finally set you down, you found yourself being passed around the boy’s arms, each with the same level of enthusiasm as the next. At some point, after you had recounted every exciting thing that had happened to you in the last two years and listened to all their stories, you mustered up the courage to approach Jungkook.

“Hey.” You tapped his shoulder lightly. He turned around at once, standing up from where he had been leaning against the table.

“Y/N.” He smiled. You smiled back. Jungkook had tawny brown streaks in his hair now which made his eyes seem lighter. Other than that, he looked the same. Oh, he’d gotten tattoos on his hands, those were definitely new.

You moved to hug him at the same time that he held out one hand, which you then shook awkwardly. Without looking, you were aware that Taehyung was watching your interaction. Somehow, you could just feel his gaze.

“So, are you doing well? Taehyung told me you graduated with honours.” There was a something in his voice when he said Taehyung’s name that confused you, but you replied normally anyway.

“Um, yeah, everything’s fine with me. I got offered a job here, that’s why I came back.”

Jungkook nodded, chewing on the inside of his cheek - a nervous habit you had not forgotten.

“That’s great, Y/N.”

“Yeah. How are you?”

He blinked slowly as though he hadn’t understood what you had asked him. “Jungkook?”

“Oh. I’m great, actually. Work is great, the fans are great. Everything’s good over here.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Why was he being so awkward? Or maybe it was you, or just the whole situation. “I’m glad.” You replied, offering him a small smile. You were quite sure of yourself now, sure that any residual feelings for him had long been washed away. You could just be friends now. That old feeling of desperation, of needing him in your life no matter what…it just wasn’t there anymore.

You bit your lip. “Well, I’m just gonna catch up with Taehyung some more, I think he wanted to show me some pictures, or something.” As you tried to back away from him, Jungkook suddenly caught your wrist. You flashed him a questioning look.

“What are you doing?”

Across the room, Taehyung leaned forwards, towards you. Jungkook dropped your wrist, which you pulled back into your chest at once, covering it with your other hand. You waited for him to speak.

“Are you…dating someone else?” He whispered, staring at your scuffed sneakers instead of your face. You laughed quietly, and he looked at you. His expression was surprising; it reminded of you of the pain you’d felt two years ago. “Are you?”

“No,” You said softly, “but why?”

His mouth moved into a sad smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You know why.”

You laughed again. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Kook.”

You turned away, your mind running wild as you made your way to where Jimin and Taehyung were sitting on a long cream sofa.

“Hi again.” You sat in the space between them, sinking down into the cushy leather.

“Hey. You okay? Jungkook looked like he was giving you a hard time over there.” Taehyung whispered, his lips almost brushing against you ear. You shivered, looking up at his worried face.

“I’m fine. That situation is…old news.”

Taehyung laughed, drawing Jungkook’s attention. Cringing away from his intense gaze, you greeted Jimin again, throwing yourself into some blithe topic.  

 Eventually, the boys had to leave for a schedule, and you needed to move into your new apartment. You waved at them as you left the lounge, tugging your case as you walked back into the terminal. You had been walking towards the car park for about five minutes when you heard loud footsteps behind you. You glanced over your shoulder. A man dressed in black was jogging towards you, a hooded jacket covering his features. You slowed, moving apprehensively out of his trajectory – as well as you could with your unwieldy suitcase. But he curved towards you – like you were his target. There was no time to react; the man came at you like a rugby player and swept you off your feet. The handle of your carrier slipped from between your limp fingers, and you felt a whoosh of cold air as the automatic doors separated for you.

You roughly pushed back the man’s hood, in panic, and your mouth fell open.

“Taehyung?

He grinned nervously and slowed to a walk, his eyes flickering at to the people around you. A few curious heads were starting to turn, so you quickly pulled his hood back up again.

“I couldn’t let you leave again.” Tae murmured, his eyes liquid and warm. Your breath faltered ever so slightly, and you stilled in his rocking arms.

“What do you mean?” You whispered, your eyes glued to his. He looked nervous, more than you’d ever see him before.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. Jungkook took me bowling with you guys. I was so nervous to meet you all.” You remembered the happy moment – although it was more bittersweet now.

“I kicked your ass.” He laughed, and you laughed too. Taehyung came to a stop then. “From that day, I knew. I knew I loved you. I still do. I always have.” He was so earnest, you had no doubt that he was telling the truth.

You turned your head sharply towards him, your brows furrowed. You didn’t know what to say. Taehyung loved you? He and Jungkook were so close, how could he?  

Taehyung’s face fell with each second that you didn’t respond. “I knew it.” He muttered, looking down glumly through his long, dark eyelashes. “I knew I was too late. He’ll always have a hold on you, no matter he’s done to hurt you.” His voice cracked a little on the last words, and you knew he was remembering that day. You could recall it perfectly, and it didn’t hurt in the slightest, because you didn’t love Jungkook anymore.

“No,” You argued. “He doesn’t mean anything to me now, I promise.” And it was true. You forced him to look at you. “I promise, Taehyung. I promise.”      

His eyes were filled with hope now, and he set you down on your feet. It felt like all the hurried people around you disappeared into nothing, it was just you and Taehyung on you own little patch of ground.

“Taehyung, I don’t love you yet, but I think I could.” You smiled. “I know I could.” This was true, too. He was everything you needed, everything you deserved. Honest, kind, a true friend…and he loved you. What else could you ask for?

Taehyung nodded quickly, unable to stop the vast smile that was breaking across his face. “That’s okay. I can work with that.”

You laughed, letting him pull you closer again, till you were tripping over each other’s feet. Clumsily, perfectly, his lips crushed against yours. He was the driving force, at first – years of pent-up love and frustration flooding into your body. He couldn’t believe he had you here, in his arms at last. You matched his energy soon enough, stretching up on the tips of your sneakers and winding your fingers into his tussled hair.

So, it was like they said. You had to stop looking for love, stop trying to drag it out of the wrong places and the wrong people. And it would find you.                                                                                                

sorry, I need to sleep more.

pairing: jungkook x reader.

genre: smut, pwp, fluff.

word count: 1.3k

summary: in his mind, planning to sleep isn't easy when jungkooks body has his own desires.

a/n: jungkook is ruining me.

"I thought you were just waking up?" you say while making yourself comfortable over his body.

"mhm.." exhaling a hum, he hugs you tight. "I need to sleep more."

you do it back, cuddling him. "let's just stay like this then." telling him softly with a smile on your face.

staying like this for a few minutes, you move your leg in order to wrap him against your bodyㅡfeeling a little bulge while at it.

"mhm.. it seems like your body is telling me otherwise." you giggle making him chuckle.

"sorry, I can't help it." he responds while brushing a long trace of caresses on your back with both hands. "my body never listens to me." lazily smiling at you.

you laugh at thatㅡyou weren't wearing a bra which it makes you feel more closer to him the moment your chest was plastered with his.

completely feeling the warmth of his body whenever he layed your body to be at the right positionㅡbeing able to feel his growing bulge.

"I thought you wanted to sleep?" your face buried on his neck.

"well," he quickly paused, dragging your legs up. "you're making it hard when you're right on top of me, you know that?"

you chuckle. "does that mean you are no longer sleepy?"

"you could say so." he teases.

what you do next is to hug him even more. your hips automatically moving, teasing him by pressing your clothed pussy right onto his bulge. It's not something you planned, your hips just started moving very unconsciously but of course you let them, seeing jungkook enjoying the way you tease him.

"you're so wrong for this." he rasps, hands touching your bare back under your shirt.

you can't help but let out a chuckle. "as if it was really my fault."

"It is." he quickly says.

"yeah? how so?"

"being so fucking hot. that's your problem."

"that's my problem?" big laugh. It was very funny and ironic. you're usually the one being like this.

"yes."

"look who's talking." you roll your eyes.

"me? It's not the same."

"of course it isn't. you're completely different."

"how so?" eagerness filling his eyes.

"Are you really asking me this right now?"

"yes?"

"I want to fuck you all the time." you breath in and out. "what are you doing this to me?"

he laughs. "I guess I just wanted to hear It." he big smiles.

"just wanted to hear It?"

"yes."

"why?"

"because maybe.." he squeezes your ass. "I always want to fuck you all the time too."

you smile at that, almost mischievously. your hips still slowly moving and you even bite your lipsㅡlifting your head up to stare into his eyes; you notice how he also has the same face expression as you. same dark, same desire flowing through both your eyes in which as soon as his arms go up into your waist, you kiss him.

and it's a passionate kiss.

of course he reacts to it, putting more pressure and exigency into it. you could feel his heavy breathing betwixt your face whenever you took a quick break only to be left on all over his neck next time your lips were caught in between his very tempting, soft skin.

hard nipples rubbing against your shirt everytime you moved added to your excitementㅡchest bumping into his strong pectorals every now and then wasn't helping you at all with how lustful you feel. him feeling it too.

hair pushed back, perfect eyebrows furrowing on his face, he wasn't any better at controlling his strong passion.

taking a breather, foreheads sticking into each other, you pant in anticipation towards his lips. "hmㅡfuck me."

you sound kind of desperate and it makes him grin, almost instantly.

"I told you, I can't resist you." he lowly says.

with a devilish smile, he immediately makes himself comfortable seating up with you still on top of him.

quickly pulling off his boxers, he takes your panties aside coating his hard length with your hot arousal by rubbing his tip onto your pussy lips and clit which makes a needy mess out of you.

then when he finally introduces his dick inside of you ever so slowly, you both can't help but exhale in unison.

but jungkook didn't even let you have time to move once he quickly plastered your body to be closer to himㅡimmediately thrusting up hard and nice into you.

"eumg" you moan. "so good."

"fucking good." he moans back.

and he's going so deliciously hard that it already makes your walls clench around him.

"fuckㅡalready?" voice sounding very agitated. "you wanted me that much?" he sounded very cocky too.

you hated him.

well.. no, you really didn't.

"say something." he demands, thrusting deeper into you. this time a little more calm, but still hard.

"eunngㅡyes. I-" you exhale, cuttig your sentence. looking difficult to find the right coherent words. "I want you so much."

"how much?" he bites his lips.

"so f-fucking much."

"that's It?" he's teasing you now.

but you can't answer no more, he feels so good inside of you and even his little teasing towards you was so hot of him.

he laughsㅡgoing slower this time. "ok, I'll let you win." pausing. after thrusting into you some more with curses in between, "just because I like you so much."

and at this point you don't understand how his voice still sounds so soft.

but that's quickly ruined the moment he has your body jumping into him with the help of his arms. he loved this position and he loved this moment. because this makes you go deeper on him, harder even and messy.

the back of your thighs clashing between his thighs along with your slightly sweaty bodies felt so good because he really was manhandling you hard. It was difficult trying not to close your legs but you needed your realise and of course jungkook was willing to do that as soon as he noticed.

recommending to take your shirt off, you told him you wanted to keep it. the brush against your shirt making you lose your shit. It was a good pleasure.

after you both reached your high, you cuddled for a bit and even showered. jungkook installed some music afterwards, his room still seemed so pretty with all the colourful lights.

fresh on the bed after some fun time, you take a glance at your boyfriend who's know lazily staring into his phone.

"seems like someone is getting sleepy again." you tease him.

he softly smiles. "I think Iㅡnow, migh get my very well deserved sleep."

you giggle at that.

"hm.. yeah you're right." you seat at his side, fingers caressing, playing with his silky hair. "I won't bother you this time."

which makes him instantly look at you. "you weren't bothering me earlier." he says, eyebrows furrowed.

"my body just got excited." he continues, eyes back to his phone.

"because you want me so much." you fondly smile at him, trying to tease him.

"that's right."

but it was a failure in doing so. you didn't expected him to be honest.

"oh." that's all you manage to say.

he grins to himself, face looking at yours. "got you out off guard huh?" blinking lazily.

he smiles, and it makes you mirror him but you also rolled your eyes.

"sleep."

you say faking authority. he just lazily laughs at thatㅡturning his phone off, pulling your arms in an attempt to hug you.

"what are you doing?"

"sleewp with mme." he blurbs with his eyes closed. he looked very cute right now.

"I'm not sleepy." your gaze fondly at him.

"thwen just lay down with mme until I fall sleewp."

he keeps dragging his words, pouting and faking a sad face with his eyes still closed and all you can think about is how you can say no to him when he is this endearingㅡso naturally, all you do is to wrap your body with him becoming the big spoon. his face buried between your neck, his warm breathes filling the little pulses of your heart..

damn was he really cute when he wanted to.. huh?

so because of that, you naturally ended up falling sleep with him.

..and it seems that it doesn't matter how hard you still try; at the end of the day he will always get whatever he wants..

SOMEONE DO A SHE'S THE MAN INSPIRED JUNGKOOK FIC IM BEGGING

Requests are open!!

I write mainly for Harry Potter but I can also write for kpops idols or groups

I don't write smut (because I don't really know how to haha) but every other category its okay.

It can be a one shot, blurb or a headcon.

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Requests are open!!

I write mainly for Harry Potter but I can also write for kpops idols or groups

I don't write smut (because I don't really know how to haha) but every other category its okay.

It can be a one shot, blurb or a headcon.

There's no rules for requests yet, you can ask whatever you want and I'm goona post as soon as possible but please, be the most especifical as you can in your request.

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baby doll (jimin-centric, heavy smut)

pride of busan–miss saigon parody (yoonmin, angst & smut)

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BTS REACT TO YOU HAUNTING THEM

I was inspired by @jiminsfirstlife imagine where the boys react to you k*ll*ng y*urs*lf, so this is a follow up! The aftermath, you decide to haunt them bc u love them.

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JUNGKOOK

for a while, he doesnt give it too much thought. but then you start leaving flowers and things for him, writing things in the fogged up windows that only him and you knew.

he figures it out, and you have ghost s*x

he wrote 3D about you, since he loves your ghost but is upset that he can no longer see you in 3D

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V

he immediately knows it's you, because when you were together you always told him you'd watch over him if something were to happen.

'aish...'

calls a psychic and cleanses his house

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JIMIN

he doesn't realize at first

he often hears a high pitch oooo ghost sound from you but just thinks it's the wind

but when he realizes, he loves it

you guys play karaoke together and sing in the shower

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SUGA

he feels your presence watching over him

when he realizes, he's so happy

he composes a lullaby like song to comfort you

he sings to your spirit every night

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RM

he knows it's you instantly

he immediately tells the members but they don't believe him, but he doesn't care

he always speaks to your spirit

you guys create a game, where you knock things over, make noises etc to create a beat for him to rap to

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JIN

you draw hearts in the mirror when it fogs up from the shower

he never connects the dots that it's you, because ghosts always do this. he's worldwide handsome to the afterlife too

you fight over him with the other ghosts

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JHOPE

when he finds out, it makes him so happy

your spirit lends him energy

the members notice he's more energetic and happy than usual

when they ask him about it, he tells them about you

they sent him to a psych ward :( but he doesnt mind because your spirit went with him

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sorry it wasnt that good.... aish please give me requests TT

i swear i love you

note. i wanted to write something longer but i didn’t have the time to do so. i got a little sad and i guess i expressed it a little through this. even i felt an ache when i read this. interpret this in whatever way you want and take care <3

The clouds drift slowly as the night comes.

The glow of the moon reflects on the window.

Keeping a smile on your face, you repeat to yourself the comforting words of yesterday.

Comforting words whispered in the darkness of your room.

Whispers of promises that were bound to be broken.

His eyes and mouth were kept on you throughout the night.

Limbs tangled and warmth wrapped around you.

Love that can’t be forgotten.

Even now that you wait for him.

Even now you are sure this dream will come to an end.

All the good that comes goes.

So when he finally comes home to you with guilt in his eyes.

You allow yourself to believe his words for a little longer.

“I swear I love you.”

maple syrup

note. i listened to maple syrup by the backseat lovers and this came to mind.

Those who dwell too much on their pain don’t make it out alive. They drown and drown in a pool of misery. 

When one allows misery to consume them, it’s pretty much over for them. Hope is the last straw. But I pulled too much on the thread. I doubt there is any hope left.

I keep myself seated out of fear that you might see me. Your eyes wander around. I noticed that from the moment I came in. Crowds gather in front of the stage. Hungry eyes devouring each one of the dancers.

But my eyes are reserved only for you. Only for the woman I love most.

Last night I awoke from a nightmare. Picked up the phone, ready to call you. But the realization of what I had done came over me. Like rain that pours on the ground of the earth and sea.

The purple sweater I keep on that small chair. It looks at me like I’m a pathetic loser. I throw it away only to go back and keep it again. I can’t stop looking for you.

Even the memories are still clear. Still projecting in my head. Like a movie that’s 3 hours long but feels way too short. I pick at the memories and play each one. 

I can never savor those moments. Reminding me of all the shit I took for granted. No one is as much of an idiot as me. If that were the case, I wouldn’t be watching you from the very back.

No. I would be there right in front. 

Only I was too late to realize you were the one for me. 

I spoke to the wrong person. Allowed her to get in my head. Allowed her to place her filthy hands on me. To say I was blind is an understatement.

But you always had your arms open. I thought it would be the same. There was no way you would ever leave me. At least that’s what I allowed myself to believe.

I hurt you. I deserved the fall and the torture of it all. 

The night approaches and you’re almost leaving. I stay seated and watch as you pick your stuff up. Your eyes never meet mine. But I know you saw me. I know you saw me cry when I looked at you. 

In the arms of another. That was the last time I ever saw you.

long long time

note. i’ve been watching daisy jones & the six. camila has my heart. you could say this is inspired by her. to be honest, i wish to write some fluff. but i don’t know when that will be. so for now, enjoy the pain.

She misses the simple times.

The simple times he’d take her out to see the ocean or eat strawberries with cream. Those times when she’d catch a glimpse of a smile on his face. Even when she knew he wasn’t hers to keep she still felt that they shared too many beautiful memories together.

He’s out there with his band and his music. She rarely gets to see him these days. But he calls every night. Though she knows he may come to love her, she has no hope.

Love is too precious to be wasted on him. Yet she yearns for it anyway. She doesn’t think of the others who he sleeps with. The others who keep him company when she’s not there.

The last thing she needs is to torment herself with those thoughts. Maybe in a perfect world or in a perfect life, she’d meet a man who would only ever belong to her.

The perfect man. She thinks there’s no such thing. A man who is true to his feelings and his woman.

She knows he’s not perfect. But she’s okay with a man like him.

She knows she may not be his only lover, but she’s his only muse. He writes her songs and sings them to her. There’s nothing more she wishes to have. If he’s by her side, what more could she want?

The days go by and she keeps waiting to hear him say, “It’s over darling.”

Will that day ever come? When he comes to his senses and realizes he’s messed with her too much. Will he ever leave her?

She envisions the pain and the heartache that might come.

But for now, she will hear him sing. She will hear him speak and complain. She will hear it all and endure the hurt. She knows the last thing she will ever hear is,

“I love you.”

Today and tomorrow. She knows she will love him for a long long time.

let me in

genre. angst.

summary. jungkook is in denial. he knows you’re gone but he still hopes he’ll see you. even if it is in the eyes of another woman. even if it is against his own will. 

warnings. mentions of nausea and death. use of cuss words. suicidal thoughts.

note. wtf did i just write? please let me know if i should write a part two. 

The boy cried as his life was stripped away. 

A lit candle in the middle of the woods, then a moment of silence passed and the flame was put out. The quiet of the night pulled the boy into a deep slumber. Death frowned upon him and with one cold whisper, it was gone. But the boy remained in the middle of the woods.

“Jungkook.”

The whisper of his name awoke him. 

Nightmares had devoured his soul. As soon as he closed his eyes, he’d see the same vision of the dead boy in the woods. The same eyes welcomed him with despair and a cry for help. But he could only ever witness the tragedy. Never could he save him.

“Thank the heavens you’re ok!”

His vision was blurry, but he could still see the face of the woman standing near his bed. The realization that it wasn’t you dawned on him. If he closed his eyes, would he see you instead of her?

“Jungkook our parents are waiting for us outside. They have everything ready. We just need to sign the papers.”

The minute he awoke, he felt uneasy. He knew that instant that he was sick. The pain in his stomach distracted him from the voice of the woman. He quickly sat up and looked down at the floor. But when she spoke those words, he couldn’t hold himself any longer.

The urge was much stronger than him. Before he could run off to the bathroom, he threw up on the floor. The hot liquid burned his mouth and he couldn’t breathe. When he knew it was over, he ran off to the bathroom like his life depended on it.

He heard her scream his name.

The events of yesterday replayed in his head. His parents were making arrangements for a marriage he never consented to. All of it was planned so he could move on from you.

But he swore he’d never leave you.

Once he was inside the bathroom, he rushed over to the sink and washed his mouth. Even looking at himself made him sick so he avoided staring at the mirror in front of him. He was busy cleaning himself, but he still felt his throat burning like he was bleeding from a deep painful cut.

He heard voices and footsteps coming near the door. 

“Is he ok?”

“No, I think he’s sick again.”

“Maybe it’s not a good idea, we should let him be.”

“No! This boy needs to forget about her.”

“You really think he’ll forget if he marries?”

They whispered to each other, clearly thinking he wouldn’t hear them. 

Every day was the same. He’d spend every minute crying over you and then sleeping. Sometimes without thinking, he’d leave the house and walk to the river near your home. He’d swim while wondering if you were there with him.

But today was different.

Today he tried to drown himself. He allowed the water to devour his body. He urged death to touch him. To call him to rot completely in oblivion.

He was this close to the sweet slumber of death, but his parents found him. They saved him once. They didn’t have to save him twice. He didn’t need saving. He needed you.

The rest of his life would be hell.

If you weren’t there, what could he possibly do? The logical thing was to please his parents for his own sake. 

They would never leave him. Not until he signed the fucking papers. Not until he was at the altar marrying this woman he didn’t even know. What was her name? He had nothing to lose, but nothing to gain either.

Except if he tried real hard, he’d be able to see a glimpse of you through her. Maybe.

Maybe.

Fuck. He was sick.

Gathering himself, he stood up and opened the door slowly. He was glad that his parents were not there anymore. But the woman he was supposed to marry was sitting on the floor crying silently. If he wasn’t in love, maybe he’d try to fall for her.

But you were his love. The only woman for him.

He had to remind himself of that.

“Please be honest. You don’t want this, right?”

She stared at him with bitterness in her eyes. Like she was angry at him. But he didn’t quite understand her. It wasn’t his fault. None of this was.

Instead of responding, he kept thinking of the miserable life that awaited him.

“I know you still love her, but I don’t care. Please marry me. Please love me.”

Jungkook couldn’t feel his body anymore, but he walked over to her anyway. She stood up immediately when he was finally near her. When he was so close to her, she could touch his face with both hands. He felt like throwing up again, but he reminded himself that soon everything would be over.

He knew it was hard to act like everything was fine.

He knew it was hard to lie. 

Never once did he lie to you.

To become a liar, he would have to leave himself behind.

“Let me in.”

Jungkook smiled while she held his face. The moment she saw his pretty smile, she hugged him tightly like she was afraid he’d leave for good. When he separated from her, she waited for him to speak.

And so he did. He spoke the words that were never meant for her.

“Go tell them..go tell them we’re getting married.”

She couldn’t hide the joy that was spreading in her. It was so evident that she was happy. He almost felt a little bad. But the moment she turned away from him, he allowed the tears he was holding to spill down his cheeks.

At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to die.

lie to me

genre. angst.

summary. jungkook is reminded of the day he left you. the day you cheated on him. the day he gave you a second chance. the day the two of you were separated.

warnings. infidelity. explicit language

note. i was bored so i wrote this. tell me why i love writing angst? i wish i didn’t.

The first of September. It’s meant to be a special day, but I can’t help remembering the yellow flowers you received that evening three years ago. I saw your face change so quickly, I swore you weren’t feeling well. I asked immediately if something was wrong. You denied me, you refused to tell me the truth. I must confess I hated you the moment I saw you cry when I threw those flowers away.

When you were sleeping, I couldn’t help but stay awake. I stared at the ceiling with fear spreading in my chest. The numbing feeling hurt me as I kept overthinking the worst. You cheated before. Were you capable of doing it again?

The sight that welcomed me the next day after work confirmed my suspicions. The minute I stepped inside the apartment, I heard you, my love. I heard the whispers and the moans spilling out of your mouth. I can’t recall if I heard him too. But if I did, I can’t remember. I must have blocked it.

The pain was too much to bare, you know? Heartbreak. I thought I wouldn’t feel this way again. Tell me, is it possible to feel your heart break when it’s been broken before? I know I should have left, but even the disgust couldn’t prevent me from feeling curious.

I took small steps, afraid that one wrong move would alert you. I’m going to be honest with you. I had dreamed of catching you in the act before. When you first cheated, it was you who admitted to your fault. It hurt. But I knew if I had seen it all unravel in front of me, I would have died with my heart wounded by the arrow you shot at me.

When I opened the door, I don’t think I was aware of what I would find. The two bodies enveloped under the blue sheets our friends gifted us when we first moved in together were moving with no awareness of me. I thought even at that moment that if I had dropped a coin on the floor, you wouldn’t have heard me.

Finally, I think you perceived something was wrong because you looked over his shoulder in worry. When you saw me, you immediately pushed his body away. The man’s face crumbled when he saw me. I knew then that he was no stranger to my existence. You rushed to find your clothes, not hiding your nakedness from me. Though I could tell you were ashamed.

I gave the two of you time to get dressed. The man had the audacity to kiss you before leaving. But you were only looking at me with worried eyes. I knew you knew what was going on in my head. You always said my eyes could never lie.

When our home was in silence, I told you to sit down. You moved closer to me, but I turned away from you. “I can fix this Jungkook. I can fix us. Please give me some time to forget.” To forget? I didn’t understand what that even meant. But I made the best guess I could.

“You want time to forget him?”

You frowned when you heard my response. “No. I mean I want to forget I hurt you again so you can forget as well. Please Jungkook.” The eyes I once loved were pleading with me and for a second, just a split second I believed your words were honest. The tears were so close to spilling from your eyes, it was pretty evident given you stopped looking at me after you said this.

“You look so pretty when you are about to cry.”

It was obvious you hated what I said. You looked up at me with angry eyes. I wasn’t looking for a fight. I had enough of hearing your voice. “Jungkook be serious! I just fucked someone in our bed and you’re not even acknowledging what I did! Say something!”

“Fine. I’ll be honest. I hated you when you cheated on me the first time, but I healed. I moved on. I chose to stay with you because I loved you.”

I kept my eyes on you because I wanted you to see I was being honest. There was no lie and no reason to deceive you. “I loved you. But I think I don’t anymore. I thought I’d die if you cheated on me again. I felt sick, I won’t deny that. But when I saw you with him, would you believe me if I said I felt relieved? Like I was finally free. It sounds crazy but it’s true. I don’t hate you anymore.”

The words spilled out of my mouth so quickly like it was the first time I was telling the truth. Lies were always bound to break people apart. No one ever warned me that truths would do just the same.

I heard you cry that night. I heard your muffled pleas and your tearful apologies. I heard it all. Though I wanted to comfort you, I didn’t feel like I had the right to anymore. I realized then that I didn’t pity myself anymore. No, I didn’t pity the person I used to be or the person I was at that moment. I pitied you.

And I pitied you even more when I heard you say, “Lie to me. Tell me you still love me. Fucking lie to me.”

Well, some things aren’t meant to be. I realized that when I gave you a second chance. But I don’t regret it. No how could I? I’m sitting here on my birthday with the people I love most in this world. With my wife and my family.

On this special day, I give thanks to you for the life I have now.

home is where the heart is, pt. 1

genre. fantasy au. angst. fluff. 

summary. jungkook loves and loathes the sea. especially when it brings him to a place far away from home. he wants to save himself, but he knows only one person can save him.

warnings. minor character deaths. descriptions of grief. explicit language. 

note. here goes to a new drabble series. i’m excited but also very nervous. i don’t write fantasy because i’m not very good at it. but i’m giving it a try because i’m fascinated with stories about sirens and such. i hope you enjoy <3 

The sound of a female voice agitates the poor boy lying on the sand staring over at the many stars he could see adorning the night sky. The whispers of his name continuously send him to the edge of a precipice. He wishes to succumb to the feeling of her gentle and tender way of calling him over to the sea. Death calls for a sweet kiss.

His life is still as he ponders if he will ever find a way back home to his lover. Doubts scar him more deeply when he sits up and looks at the sea. There where the waves crash, there where he thinks he sees her face.

A welcoming smile and he feels weak in the knees. Death’s voice mixes with her own voice and he stands in a hurry. Eyes with tears glare at him beckoning him to walk further away from the sea. For she knows that if he meets the sweet embrace of the water, not one heartbeat of his will be heard ever again.

Shut eyes and he sees their memories play out like a story. A story that he believes may never come to an end. Only when he feels her again will he know with certainty that she is well. May it be that she has found someone to confide in. A light in the middle of the darkness that surrounds her every memory of his.

A few months had gone by. He remembers it all too well. The day all fishermen of the town gathered near the port with beaming smiles. The sky had cleared from the clouds that once met when the storm had begun. The warmth of the sun allured the men and they were sure in their hearts that they could sail safely again.

Jungkook was never meant to be there, but the young boy was too stubborn to listen to his mother when she begged him to stay. “You’re not like your father my boy. You will be nothing like him. The world’s too big for you to follow him.” These words only motivated his need to sail the seas in the company of his father, even if it was only through his ghost.

When he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a familiar girl in a white dress. Her hair fell over her shoulders and her cheeks were painted a pretty pink he’d only seen once. A moment when he confessed in the early days of spring that he loved her. He recalled the tears that flowed out of her eyes and the love he showed her after.

She stood away from him, afraid that if she touched him, it would be the last time.

“Oh look who came to bid me farewell.”

He felt serene when she was around. If she was there with him, his fears found no way to hurt him. Though he grew to fear losing her and that alone killed him. But if he was met with her tears, that was something else. It was hard to explain the overwhelming ache he felt when he saw her cry. Sobs that came from the pain within her heart.

He knew she was afraid, oh so afraid to lose him. In a way, he felt blessed that such a lovely person would miss him on the other side. “I’m not going to die if that’s what you’re worried about y/n. When my father sailed the sea, a storm was already approaching. Look at the sky, my love.”

She cried more quietly as she stared down at her feet. If she looked at the sky or at the boy she loved, she would fall apart. Sometimes she wondered why he was so full of life. Why his eyes would show a glimmer she’d never seen from anyone else? When his father parted from him, he spent days staring at the sea.

Jungkook had a complicated relationship with the ocean. His father had taught him everything he needed to know about fishing and the sea creatures he encountered when he left home. His father was always away. Once when he couldn’t find it in him to fall asleep, he left the comfort of his bed to find his mother.

“Oh dear, you scared me. What is a little boy doing awake at this hour?”

His doe eyes met his mother’s face and without thinking, he exclaimed, “I hate the sea! I hate it!”

A fond smile. That was the only thing his mother could give him because deep within her own heart, she also hated the sea. But not for the reasons her little baby did. No. She simply despised how much her own lover cared for it. Even more than his family.

overdue | kth.

— banner by @jamaisjoons 🧸

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Wherein Kim Taehyung has many overdue books, and he offers you his sexual services in lieu of the payments.

↠ genre : pwp, fluff, smut, college au, bookshop au, slight strangers to lovers, classmates to lovers

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, a little bickering, kissing, making out, slight choking, hickies, body worship, oral (m. receiving & allusions to f. receiving), Taehyung hits it from the back, unprotected sex (be safe <3), edging, spanking, taehyung being a sly shit, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, creampie, semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore), praising, begging & it’s soft & soppy towards the end because kim taehyung is a romantic at heart <3

↠ word count : 5K

↠ a/n : hello loves !! and it’s finally here <3 sorry about the delay (life’s been a mess) but i hope you enjoy this quick pwp !! it isn’t my greatest work , but i wanted to post something for my birthday for you all as a thank you for being here <3 thank you to @chateautae ; @kithtaehyung & @kookiestarlight for reading over 🤎 and thank you to @jamaisjoons for the stunning banner 🍪 as always, your feedback is truly appreciated & happy reading !! <3

↠ song : 120 - bad bunny

"Oh, and the name's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

"I know your name. We're in the same class," you sigh, turning your back to him, and instead of unpacking your new stack of books. "I just want you to return the books you took out months ago."

"Same class?" Taehyung repeats, leaning on the counter. You aren't even facing him, but you know that he's wearing the usual feline smirk on his lips. "Interesting. I've never noticed you."

Despite the both of you being in Professor Choi's class, you never really speak to one another. You usually sit at the front of the lecture hall, and Taehyung opts for the seats at the back instead.

You and Taehyung are quiet class members, not really interacting with anyone instead of relishing in your own company. A part of you always yearned to approach him, but your nerves ended up getting the best of you.

The boy always had a mysterious aura surrounding him, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by him. When you first met Taehyung, he always carried a book with him, and he never really spoke. You'd hear him converse with Professor Choi here and there, and his mellow voice always ignited something deep within you. It was soft but alluring at the same time.

He would usually spend most of his time in the library, hidden away in the corner with a box of strawberries, jazz music spilling from his laptop as he reads either classical poetry or manga. The sight always makes you snicker, the differences between his choices being so stark.

The more you saw of him, though, the more your crush grew; however, your infatuation slowly began to fluctuate from the moment you began to see who he really was.

His flirtatious attitude, snarky remarks, and mischievous glint in his eyes always keep you on edge.

You don't hate him, but his personality can be hard to keep up with.

Taehyung frequently visits your father's bookshop, popping in at least twice a week to take out a few books. He's undoubtedly an avid reader and enjoys all sorts of genres which you don't mind at all. The only problem you truly have with the stupidly handsome bloke is that he never seems to return his books. And the books he doesn't return just so happen to be your favourite.

"Just bring the books back by Sunday." You reply, knowing that he's trying to embarrass you, shifting to face him with an exasperated face. "Otherwise, I'll tell my father, and you'll have to deal with him, which isn't fun at all… his books are his babies."

"Ah, I've met him plenty of times. We happen to be great friends," Taehyung remarks, sighing dramatically with a shit-eating grin on his face, resting his chin in his palms. "Look at me, already infiltrating my way into your family."

"Will you leave?" You request, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"No." Taehyung chimes, showing you his boxy smile that you can't help but melt at. "I know you don't want me to."

You whine and leave the counter, moving to stand before him. Your height difference is remarkable, and you can't help but smile briefly at the way he towers over you.

"The thing is, Miss. Y/N," he mutters, a playful glint colouring his eyes as he notices the way you light up upon hearing your name. "I seem to have misplaced those books." He informs you a little too casually.

"You what?" You retort, visibly angry at what has just come out of Taehyung's mouth.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"How… how does one just lose a few books?" You complain, throwing your head back. "You're totally paying for those. I'm not getting in trouble because of you."

"Paying?" Taehyung questions in a frivolous manner. "I don't make payments."

"Taehyung."

"My name sounds real good coming out of your mouth, princess."

Great.

"I know another way to pay you… wanna hear me out?" Taehyung suggests with a teasing cadence lacing his tone. You stare at him with curious eyes and notice how his smirk ticks every box.

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

You would've very quickly walked away if it wasn't for his smirk. That slight rise in the corner of his mouth combined with the cool detachment in his eyes… you couldn't help but stare, lightly smirking back. And that mere act was giving him inner delight. Taehyung was evidently savouring the moment, and you both felt the tension thicken.

You have a slight inkling about the way Taehyung wants to pay you. You aren't oblivious to his ways. Coming to the bookshop only on days you worked, 'forgetting' his overdue books, catching him staring at you when you walk into class, hanging around a little longer to see you leave, and more importantly… visiting the store at times, he knows there's no one here, but you.

"I'm listening," you reply, stepping closer to Taehyung, so you're only centimetres away from him.

Taehyung leans down, his lips brushing against yours, as he entangles his fingers with your nimble ones. "Good girl," he whispers, and his hand begins to trail up your bare arm.

Your back hits against the shelf as Taehyung devours your mouth with sheer passion. His one hand lightly chokes you whilst the other holds your head in place.

He kisses you once. Twice. And you know immediately that you can never tire of this man. With vehement urgency, he chases your lips, and you smile into the kiss, his neediness more than apparent. You know more than well that you shouldn't be making out with him in your father's storage room. Any customer could walk in asking for you, heck, so could your father, but that doesn't stop you from kissing Taehyung with a more potent force. You feel utterly feral and slightly shocked as to how Taehyung already has so much power over you.

"Gave in very easily, didn't you?" Taehyung teases, pulling away from your lips and kissing down your jawline. He nips at your skin, most definitely leaving you with marks as a reminder of your shenanigans. He rips open your short, floral-printed linen dress, and you moan as you hear the tear, his strength being a huge turn on for you.

"Oh shut it," you gasp, directing him back to face you. You capture his lips in a fast, rhythmic movement, and he begins to undo your bra. He takes in your chest, and you swear you hear him growl as he looks you up and down.

"You're fucking stunning," he rasps, dipping his head into the junction between your head and shoulder, pressing the most sensuous kisses down to your tits. You moan again, craning your neck and arching your chest to him, craving more of his touch. His veiny arms wrap around you, and you instinctively move closer to him.

"Take off your shirt," you whine, wanting to feel Taehyung's skin against yours. Your wish is accepted immediately, and in one swift movement, Taehyung pulls his shirt over his head with a single hand.

Your hand immediately reaches for his taut chest, and you cascade it down, grabbing his hardened cock through his sweatpants.

"Please let me suck you off," you mutter, palming him whilst gazing up at him with softened eyes.

"Such a slut for my cock already," Taehyung murmurs and you nod, happily admitting.

Taehyung pecks your pouty lips, smirking as he sees you kneel before him. You pull down his trousers and boxers, eyes widening as you drink in just how huge he is. Your wetness grows as you anticipate just how hard he could wreck you with this monster.

"Go on, baby. It's all yours." Taehyung goads, hands moving to rest on your head. Moving forward, he strokes your cheek as he pushes the fat tip of his cock towards your hungry mouth, breathing in at the sensation of your tongue coming out and kitten-licking at his slit, savouring the taste of his arousal on your tongue.

His one hand moves to rest on your head, and the other holds your chin in place, lifting it slightly so he can push himself into your inviting mouth.

"So fucking good," Taehyung groans out celestially as you envelop his sizeable tip. Your one hand holds the rest of his dick whilst the other runs up and down his thick thigh.

You carefully pay attention to sucking on his member flawlessly, aching to be praised.

"You're such a cockslut for me, aren't you?"

Thanks, Taehyung.

You look up and see the man throwing his head back as you sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until your nose practically buries itself in his pubic bone. His hand tangles into your hair, threading his warm fingers through your luscious locks.

Greedily, you take more of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft. His guttural groans spur you on, and you feel your chest swell with pride, knowing that Kim Taehyung, who oozes power and dominance, is at your mercy as you suck him dry.

"Fuckk," Taehyung curses when you sink down on him further. You hollow your cheeks, and Taehyung moans at the feeling, his breathing becoming heavier. He thrusts forward and hits the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, which provokes immediate tears in your eyes.

Your cunt becomes wetter with each sinful sound that leaves his filthy mouth. You abruptly pull back, an idea springing to mind.

Taehyung stares down at you with watery eyes whilst biting his bottom lip. "All good, baby?"

You soften at the pet name but quickly pull yourself together. "Fuck my face."

"You're a little shit," Taehyung laughs, holding your head in place and directing his heavy cock inside your hot mouth. You ravenously deep-throat him, and he moans delectably, gently beginning to fuck your throat.

"Your mouth feels so good. We're definitely doing this again," he moans loudly, and you feel yourself gush at the thought of having Taehyung in your mouth again. He continues ramming himself against your face, groaning blissfully as the euphoric sensations run through him.

"Bet you'll love having your face stuffed with my cock every morning," Taehyung rasps as he drives his length inside your mouth with more force, roughly chasing his release.

Taehyung peers down at you; he sees tears leaking out of your beautiful eyes and drool spilling out of your helpless mouth. You know you look a complete mess, but Taehyung stares at you with adoration. His hips continue to softly rock into your mouth, all while he continues to turn you on more with his dulcet voice.

"Tell me, Y/N. You'd love having your face fucked again, wouldn't you?"

You nod, rubbing your thighs together, the pressure making you want to pull your mouth away and riding him senselessly.

"Not gonna last, love," Taehyung whines. Your hands move to grip his thighs, pushing all of him inside your mouth, almost choking on his monstrous dick. You swirl your tongue around and swallow the mess as Taehyung releases the most lustful moans, deep groans echoing inside this tiny storage room.

Taehyung suddenly picks his pace up, fucking himself into your mouth with newfound vigour. He throws his head back, cursing and hissing at your ministrations. You slurp and suck whilst luxuriating in the way Taehyung begins to unravel.

He unexpectedly pushes you away from his dick, and you whine out of frustration, wanting him to have spilt his seed down your throat. Taehyung himself trembles at the loss, wanting to shove his cock back inside your mouth. But he resists the urge and instead pulls you up towards him, crashing your lips together and sloppily kissing you.

His sinful tongue moves in sync with yours, and you tug at his dark locks, the urge to have him inside you proliferating.

"I can't wait anymore," he smirks, spanking your ass, and cursing at the sight of you throwing your head back with rolled eyes. "Need to feel your tight pussy swallow me."

"Please, Tae.." you whine, running your hands all over his smooth chest. "Fuck me."

Taehyung feels himself become harder at your begging. He never expected you to reciprocate his energy. Taehyung always thought of you as shy and innocent, but he knew you were far from that judging by what he’s seen today. Not that he was complaining, though; if anything, the little crush he did have on you harboured into something more.

Instead of responding, Taehyung swiftly turns you around, and you come to face a stack of new books. You really shouldn't be letting him fuck you here, but you were far too pent up to stop him.

Taehyung runs his hand down your spine, and you shiver at the new sensation. "So beautiful," he mutters as he rests his hand on your ass. His hard cock rubs against your cheeks, eliciting heat to run through your core. You take a step back, rubbing yourself against him shamelessly.

The gap between the two of you is smoothly closed as Taehyung steps forward, his hot breath fanning your shoulder. He dips his head towards your ear and takes your earlobe between his lips, making you purr. Taehyung doesn't miss the chance to whisper in your ear, knowing it'll only heighten the tension.

"Can I fuck you?" He asks whilst kneading your ass with his large hands.

You laugh before responding, "You ask that now?"

"Consent is vital, my love," Taehyung mumbles, dropping his head to press a kiss against your shoulder, eliciting a shiver from you.

Fuck, this man really is going to be the end of you.

"Well, it'll never be a no from me," you reply, goosebumps forming at your slight confession. You turn around and wink at him with a knowing smirk, shocking yourself with your bold behaviour.

"Fuck, I could get used to this," he says hoarsely before turning you back around. Taehyung touches you all over as he grinds his body against yours in the most seductive way. The sweat has formed glistens against his skin, making him appear hotter than usual.

"Hurry," you whine, becoming impatient. Taehyung chuckles, and dives for your neck, biting it slightly, making you moan indulgently in his hold. Your knees buckle, but his firm grip on your hips stops you from tripping.

A devilish smirk dances across Taehyung's lips as he raises his palm, hitting it against your ass harshly.

"Fuck, Taehyung," you groan as the sting spreads. His fingers move to your pussy, gathering your slick. Taehyung sucks his coated digits, moaning at the sweetness of your arousal.

"Do you always taste this good, princess?" Taehyung grits, his hand now thumbing at your clit. "Who's got you this wet, hmm?"

"Y-you, just do something," you moan, pushing yourself back to feel Taehyung, hoping that he'd provide you with some sort of relief.

"Bet you could come just like this," he continues to rub your clit, lips brushing against your pulse point.

You shudder with pleasure, immediately conveying to him how good you feel. Taehyung removes his mouth from your pulse point to instead press delicate kisses against your jawline.

"I'd love to fuck you every day," he huskily whispers, "making you cum again and again," he adds before turning you back to face him. Taehyung mouths at you sensually, kissing you with an insatiable force that leaves you breathless when you pull away.

You arch into him, and Taehyung knows you need more. He smirks at the way you evidently fall into submission. He imagines fucking you in his bed, shower, eating you out in the library where you have to stay quiet.

"Please do something," you complain. Taehyung reaches forward, pressing kisses against the column of your throat. You drag your nails down his chest, eliciting a playful growl.

"Want me to fuck you, hmm?" Taehyung teases you. You quickly nod, moaning his name, hoping it urges him to hurry up and fuck you senseless.

Taehyung brings his warm hand to cup your breast, evoking another needy moan from you. He hisses pleasurably at your lewd sigh, and you twitch in his hold.

"I'm going to ruin you," he whispers in his low-pitched voice as he fondles your tit, dipping his head down towards your chest to press open-mouthed kisses. Taehyung decorates your skin with purple, flourishing hickies.

You feel Taehyung smirk against your skin when you let out a sultry sound.

"Really sensitive, aren't you?" he notes, his breath tickling your ear, leaving you to feel more aroused and dizzy. You physically feel your pussy gush, and your body buzzes at the unmitigated effect Taehyung has on you.

"Oh, Taehyung, please just give me your cock," you whine loudly, the need to feel him inside you growing. You swear you can combust untouched, his mere gaze enough to unravel you.

"Wanna turn around again so I can fuck you?" he sighs out against your lips before joining them together for the umpteenth time that evening.

You move your hands to cup Taehyung's cheeks, kissing him with zealous force, hoping he'd understand how needy you are.

"You're so fucking hot," he exhales wistfully, smothering his lips with yours again for an all too chaste kiss.

"Want you in me now," you prompt him urgently, "wan' your big cock."

Taehyung hastily tightens his grip on your waist, "Go on then, baby, turn around for me."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, shifting, so you're face-to-face with the books again. You glance over your shoulder fleetingly, admiring Taehyung's pleasing build.

His perfectly sculpted body, his messy black hair, built arms, and that damn smirk of his has you feeling giddy all over again. You can only wish that you're able to see this site more often. The most erotic thoughts flood your mind, and you grow more impatient, anticipating his next move.

Taehyung catches you staring at him, and a mirthy smile graces his face as he grabs hold of his length, pumping himself a few times. His tip painfully glints a burning red, and it leaves a heavy ache in your core.

Taehyung catches you off-guard, grabbing hold of your hips and yanking you back so your ass presses against him. You jump and quickly peek behind you with confused eyes, only to see a shit-eating grin on his face.

He drags the palm of his large hand down your smooth back, relishing in your silky smooth skin. "So fucking sexy," he mutters, "we're so doing this again."

Reaching for your ass, he slaps it playfully, "Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You'll never want another man."

"Taehyung, please," you groan, frustrated. He mutters a soft apology before rubbing his hard-on against your ass, stepping closer to press the length of his girthy cock against your soaked folds.

This is actually happening.

Kim Taehyung is going to fuck you, and fuck you good.

Your legs part on their own, and you arch your back, offering your ass to the man shamelessly. Taehyung curses at the salacious scene, pressing his cock further into you and somehow growing harder.

"Fucking perfect," he rasps with his mellow voice, "ready?"

"You've got me all soaked; of course, I'm ready!"

"Fuck," Taehyung laughs, groaning as he rubs the tip of his hard cock up and down your dripping pussy. He teases your hole, pressing his dick but never pushing it in. Your mouth hangs open at the contact, and your breathing quickens.

"Gonna stretch this tight cunt out so good, baby," he mumbles to himself, goading you with gentle pressure.

"Just put it in," you impatiently urge, wiggling your ass against him, tired of his unnecessary teasing.

Taehyung finally gives in, pushing against you. He slides his cock past your folds, burying himself deep inside. The two of you groan at the lewd feeling, and you mutually feel the tension rise.

Taehyung emits a guttural moan as he watches the view of him entering your tight pussy. He hears you release the most sinful sounds, and seeing you bask in the feeling of him filling you up whole makes him smile.

"Taehyung…"

"Fuck, the way you moan my name," he breathes out as he buries himself to the hilt, hips rolling into you with the deepest of strokes. "It's the only name you'll ever moan from now on."

Taehyung fits inside you snuggly, grinding in you with small and precise thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips, and his eyes fixate on the heavy swell of your ass. He groans satisfyingly, watching his cock slip in and out of you with ease, thighs rubbing against the back of yours in the most orgasmic way.

"T-Taehyung, fuck, you're too big." You whimper, your entire body craving more of him.

"But you'll learn to take it, won't you?" he prompts, shutting his eyes and dipping his head to rest at your shoulder as he begins to smack his hips into yours relentlessly. Your walls flutter, and Taehyung tries hard to contain his load, not wanting to shoot his seed inside you just yet.

"Faster.." you plead, body shaking with maximal pleasure.

Taehyung heeds, going deeper and picking up his speed to hit the best spots inside you. You press your temple against the shelving, ignoring the dull pain as he fucks you with languid, steady strokes. You feel his cock throb inside you, provoking you to moan his name again.

"Harder.." you mewl, compelling him to growl as he provides you with forceful thrusts, growling animalistically when he hears you cry out in delight. His muscular arm reaches forward, veiny hand gripping your breast, pinching your hardened nipple as he presses sloppy kisses just behind your ear, your body letting him know that it's your sensitive spot.

"That's it, pretty angel, you're doing so well," Taehyung praises, thrusting with more fidelity as your walls pulse around him, "Goddamn this pussy," he pants breathlessly. He knows you are getting close and snakes his other hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he drives you closer towards the edge, eliciting the whiniest sounds from you.

"Mmm, Tae, you feel so, so good," you cry as he rams his cock further into your wetness, groaning at the sensation. His delicious abuse on your swollen clit makes you hiss in pleasure.

"That's right, Y/N. Moan, my name," Taehyung rasps, continuing his onslaught and pulling you back onto him.

"Holy shit, Taehyung!" Your knees buckle at the savouring drag of his appetising length, and hearing your name from his sinful mouth makes your eyes roll back.

"Right there, baby?"

"Oh God, yea.." you moan, nodding your head incessantly.

You mewl again, arousal spilling out of you, but Taehyung fucks it right back in. He pinches your nipple whilst simultaneously teasing your clit. Taehyung sucks a hickey on your neck, cum aching his heavy balls as he pumps into your soaked walls.

You throw your head back onto his shoulder, stretching your hand to tug at the short tendrils of his hair. Taehyung knows precisely what you mean without you having said any words.

"Wann' see your face," you whimper, "need to feel you more.."

Taehyung smirks at your neediness, pulling out of you reasonably quickly. You both wince at the loss of warmth, and he wastes no time in turning you around and lifting you up, deeply penetrating you again. Taehyung continues with the same, brisk pace as before, and you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you, so your foreheads touch.

"Oh, this is much better," he murmurs, "been dreaming of this for the longest time."

"Me too. I won’t need to touch myself anymore," you purr, "I'm all yours to fuck now."

Taehyung moans deeper at your revelation, and you begin to grind against him as an attempt to alleviate the burning pressure that shoots through your core. Your moans start to turn into gasps, and you know you're more than close.

"Where do you want me to come, princess?"

"Fill me up," you manage to whimper. That probably wasn't the wisest suggestion from you, but you crave to feel full of his cum, squeezing against him to urge him more. “I want your cum inside me.”

"Holy shit!" he grunts, his orgasm hitting him. Taehyung's hot cum shoots inside you, painting your insides white. He moves impossibly closer, rubbing his face against your collarbone.

Taehyung's arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he repeatedly pecks you all over your face.

A romantic man indeed.

He is mindful of your sensitivity, allowing you to relax before picking up his pace again.

You're at a loss of words, the only thing on your mind being that you're being fucked full of Taehyung's cum. You notice his eyes fixated on where you both connect, and you follow his gaze.

The both of you watch your stomach clench and relax with pleasure. Taehyung's thrusts begin to stutter, and he throbs hard, fearing that he may possibly shoot his second load into you before you can even have your first release.

You sob and wail, clutching onto him tighter. Taehyung's hand cascades down towards your engorged clit, rubbing it fervently with the hopes that you'll perhaps squirt around his cock.

"Close?" he asks you as he grunts, rubbing your clit harder and faster. You vigorously nod, eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you warmly.

"Come all over me, angel. All over my cock," he demands, rutting against you in a frantic manner.

You clench down on him as you release with a string of curse words. You ride out your climax with him, and he puts less pressure on your clit, instead enthralled as he watches you in your throes of pleasure.

Taehyung's confidence heightens, smirking as he recalls the way you've been screaming his name all evening. The simple thought of you squirting both his and your mess out spurs him on, and he swears he could fuck you all over again right now.

"That was fucking incredible." You're breathless, carefully slip out of his hold, leaning against his broad chest for support.

Taehyung pulls you into him, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head, and his arms wrap around you. Your chest swells, feeling shy as you curve further into his warm body. He dips his head down to litter soft kisses over the hickies he made, and in turn, you peck his chest before pulling yourself back to face him.

"I haven't lost any of the books, by the way," Taehyung admits, chuckling as he rests his head on top of yours.

"I figured," you snicker back, gingerly wrapping your arms around his waist.

"And I also know they're your favourite."

"Oh, really?" You awe at his cute smile.

"Yeah… I've kept them safe with the hopes that I'll get to read them to you with my deep voice you like so much." You playfully smack his chest, unable to handle the way he's exposing you.

"Well, maybe one day you can."

The two of you gently smile as you embrace one another's presence. Maybe working in your father’s bookshop wasn’t so bad of an idea.

"So… where do we go from here?" Taehyung whispers, gently stroking your hair.

You know exactly where you want to go from here.

You want to wake up to Taehyung’s messages. You want to bring him his favourite morning beverage, and walk to class with him, arm securely wrapped around his bicep.

You want to sit with him in lecture, but only pay attention to him and him only. You want to complete your assignments together, and when stress overcomes you both, you want to be able to freely ride him as he wraps his hand around your throat, fucking up into you as tears of pleasure spill from your pretty eyes.

You want Taehyung to be the one who pushes your face into his sheets as he fucks you from behind on a random Tuesday night. You want Taehyung’s deep voice to be the one that spews the filthiest of words into your ear, whispering confessions of how nothing compares to the feeling of your tight pussy engulfing his cock.

Picnics, library dates, walks in the park, spontaneous makeout sessions that result in him eating you out over and over… you want it all, and you want it all with Kim Taehyung and him only.

"Well, I'd love to go to your bedroom first" you decide to tease, staring at him with suggestive eyes, "you did say you could get used to this."

Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding at your suggestion.

"I'm making you mine all over again," he whispers, flashing you his signature smirk before reaching down to join your lips again. His arms tighten around your waist, cinching you to him, and your hands entangle in his hair, feeling the silken strands between your fingers. “We’re not finishing anytime soon.”

You smile to yourself, feeling giddy as you acknowledge that your feelings for Taehyung are mutual. Swaying in his embrace, you daydream about life with him again. Waking up to him, reading in his arms, baking with him… every thought felt surreal. You know that both of you will love one another with your all, and that was something you were excited to explore with Taehyung.

"Okay, but not here!" You pull back, pouting as you examine your surroundings. "We should really clean up."

"Will do… but after this," Taehyung winks, dropping down to his knees. He parts your legs and nether lips, licking you shamelessly with his flat tongue before sucking on your clit. Your hands reach down to hold onto his messy hair, pushing him closer to your gushing cunt as you filthily moan. Taehyung pulls back to look up at you with an impish smirk before shifting his attention back to your pussy and devouring it whole.