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cherry | 𖦊 : five

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader, yandere! seokjin x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.1k

tags/warnings: taehyung being helpless without reader, fun!, waste of good wine, lovie-dovie things, and that’s pretty much it!

notes: i love how taehyung is so cute with reader, it makes me happy. mr. kim seokjin made an appearance! ;)

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7 @darkuni63 @princess-sunshyn @redeyezbloodymouth @bxcndd @iloverubberduckiez-blog

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taehyung sits on the couch with yeon-tan laying on his lap. he has a bottle of wine in his hands, unopened and eyes tired. his heart is ringing loud in his ears and he feels like he's about to die. you're nowhere to be found. it's been two hours since he called you, warning you. but it's only him in the apartment, no sound or chatter of another person to accompany him. it forms a lump in his throat because if you don't come by morning, will you continue to see him? have him pay for your things? spend time with him? what about everything you guys did together. when the bell finally dings, taehyung rushes to the door, leaving the pomeranian along with the wine behind. he hugs you as soon as the door is opened. he can smell your perfume and a mix of something else. a smell that only happens when—your voice snaps him out of daze. "tae, have you been staying up for me?" there's a pinch of worry in your voice, it softly wavers. he nods his head that is still hidden in your chest. you finally manage to enter the apartment, you have him sit while you cook his favorite food as an apology. "do you think your gonna pass?" you don't think about the lie you told earlier, letting the words fly out, "pass? what are you talking about?" you smile at him, "i think you're sleepy." taehyung just looks at you, eyebrows raised and that's when it hits you. "i'm joking!" you stutter out, face burning up from the embarrassment.

luckily, yeon-tan barks at you, distracting the both of you with his high pitched barks and swigging tail. the two of you end up in each other's arms with tannie in the middle. you play around with taehyung's hair and the little dog's tail. an old, french cartoon is playing on the television. one that taehyung loves to watch with you because he knows how much it makes you laugh. he opens the wine with ease that the cork flies out so easily. the white shirt you're wearing gets stained with the dark red splashes along with the silk, white sheets. out of the corner of your eye, you see yeon-tan run out of the room as fast as he can. you're tackled onto the bed by taehyung softly. his bare chest sticking to your t-shirt, you laugh at his face that's spilling the red vino out of his lips that form a tight-lipped smile. your sight catches the name of the black bottle that is has taehyung's hand wrapped around it, the red top shining: Pétrus and Romanée Conti. your eyes widen at the name, having heard it's taste is great but the price to it was unbelievable. half the bottle is already empty, either leaked onto the fabrics of your clothes or taehyung's bare chest or drying up onto the comforters.

taehyung laughs at your squeals to escape as he kisses your face all over until he he places one last, deep kiss into your lips. his eyebrows moving up and down, "want a drink?" you nod at the suggestion. that night, you stay in taehyung's apartment with your and his body all sticky, drinking and enjoying each other's company. almost like lovers. his fluffy hair is messed up by all the goofing around, his nose is covered by lip stick that will always be yours. while your neck is covered in one single love bite, one that taehyung pecked with passion after he was done making it. you fall asleep before him, his arms pulling you closer to him: chest to chest and legs wrapped around each other's. taehyung can almost hear his heart burst. his eyes closing with his head near your face, slightly falling into your neck.

you left taehyung's apartment after a home-made breakfast with him and a quick laundry wash. the afternoon has already come into place and your coming back home after finishing classes at your college. but a man standing at your apartment door with black hair and a bag of your favorite fast food place has you frozen on your feet. a shock on your face when he finally turns around. "i'm not too late, am i?" you giggle as you run up to him, bodies close to each other as the both of you find comfort in each other. "i brought your favorite!" he says while winking at you after entering into your apartment. "it's been so long jinnie!" you squeal, taking a large bite of the hamburger in your hand along with french fries. the place you love is always packed with busy crowds, the longest lines to order fast food. so how did he get them? oh right, kim seokjin is the son of a wealthy ceo. he can get anything he wants with a snap of his fingers. the conversation drifts smoothly between the two of you, comfort in your home. "you remodeled your apartment. it looks good." seokjin wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "yeah! i saved enough money." you give him a fake smile, knowing that each penny was from the man in front of you or the other men you spend time with.

"how was your trip?" you muttered, resting on the couch upside down with a full stomach. "beautiful. the people there were nice and the food was great," he lies down next you, "but i missed a certain, special someone." he whispers to you, "a lot." your hand wraps around his shoulder, "really?" there's a knot in jin's throat as he can't believe he's right in front of you after such a long time. even if it was just two weeks. his eyes gawk at your pretty face, still youthful with happiness and ethereal. his breathing seems to stop as you come closer to him, lips too close to his. just as he's about to land a peck, your head turns to side and he catches a flash of a grin on your face. feeling a featherweight kiss on his cheek. his heart warmth's at your action. "wanna do something?" your eyes give him a questioning look. "lets watch the night sky tonight. maybe a cooking show until then?" you laugh at the uncertainty on his voice as he mentions the cooking series. "good to see you're still the same seokjin."

while you put on the show, you don't care to look at the lingering eyes on you. knowing it's just seokjin. don't care to notice how he can't keep his eyes off you or more like your phone that keeps buzzing with messages. seokjin's hand itches with a need to grab it. and he thinks he just might.

★ 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader

genre: slight fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: since the day you met taehyung, both of you have had a special bond. but with taehyung and your mother’s relationship miserably falling apart, and her leaving you alone, you can’t help but feel as a burden to her. at least, taehyung is there to comfort you in all the ways he can; giving you everything he has to offer and you accepting it all.

word count: +3.9k

tags/warnings: creampie, squirting, breeding kink, french kissing, taehyung neglects his wife's attention, two affairs mentioned, naive reader, underage drinking, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex (shame on taehyung:/), parenting sucks, dub-con scene, mentions of tae doing acts on unaware reader, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), reader agrees but doesn't know what she's doing with taehyung :(

notes: sorry i haven’t posted in a while. i’ve been a bit busy, but i’ll try to make it all up :)

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you cried on your white duvets, trying your best to cover your ears from the loud screams and shouts coming from the downstairs kitchen. they've been going at it for a while now, fighting over things that don't make sense to you. you don't know why they're still together really, because they give no love to each other anymore. anyone can tell. but if you really think about it, their love only lasted for a month before deteriorating to fights everyday. your mom's voice can be heard all over the house as she argues with your stepdad, who once was your favorite art teacher. he helped you after school, perfecting your art into something beautiful. you can hear taehyung yell at her to leave if she wants, that he doesn't need her bitchy attitude in the house and no later, she does leave. but not without a harsh door slam and a few ugly remarks that make your heart feel heavy for him; for the both of them. your hands are quick to wipe your eyes as you hear taehyung come up the stairs in a hurry. "i'm coming in, pretty baby." his hands are on you before you know it, cleaning the tears and snot off your face with soft tissues. he gives a small kiss to your nose and fixes your hair, doing everything to settle your upset-self. when your sniffles quieted down, he gives you a small smile, "wanna paint with me?" he grabs your hands and leads you to the canvas that is supported by a high easel at the corner of your room. he grabs the only high seat in the room and sits on it before you can and pats on his lap, which you know what to do. but before fully sitting on his legs, he makes sure to pull your dress out from underneath you, so your underwear can be on top of his pants. it's practically bunches up on your hips and upper thighs. then, taehyung makes you sit on his lap, something you've grown used to when he's helping you with anything, especially your painting skills. "lets paint..." he waits for an excited answer from you, but there's not a single noise, "how about the teacups from breakfast with me last sunday? the ones you thought were pretty with all the colors?" you nod at his words and get a brush with such little motivation, it's painful for him to see you down just because of that bitch you call your mother. "if you give me a small smile, i'll buy you breakfast, lunch, and dinner wherever you want over the weekend," he fingers tickle you and you start squirming around, your teeth finally peeking out, "so what do you say, just us?" he can tell it slightly irks you that your mother never goes out with you two, "it'll be fun, come on~", taehyung turns you around with your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct to not fall. and when you finally nod after his small, little promises, he pecks your nose and lips. "my pretty girl, we'll have so much to do...but let's just keep it between us, we don't want your mom too jealous. yeah?" his nails start tracing your back in tiny circles, each time going lower on the flimsy fabric you call a dress. the other hand cups your neck in his direction to make sure you're just facing him as he leans in closer to you, "c'mon open, ah." taehyung's tongue slowly slips in your mouth once your lips part from each other, and he brings you closer by your lower back. the tip of tongue swirls in circles around yours until you run out of breath. taehyung makes sure you can feel the fabric of his jeans against your cunt; rubbing it harder and harder each time until your pants become clear that they're not just from kisses. your heavy breath makes taehyung grin, "a tiny smooch to make you feel all better; let's forget about that mom of yours, yeah?" the canvas forgotten on its stand, the brush on the floor dripping with white paint as taehyung slips his hands up your inner thighs to carry you to the wall. your arms hang around on his neck and legs grip on to him, scared of landing and bruising yourself on the hard ground. "taehyung, i'm scared i'll fall, can we sit please?" you beg him, but he hushes you with sweet encouragements that he won't ever let you go.

taehyung moves your white cotton panties to the side, sliding his thumb into your puckering hole. your hands clench on his plain t-shirt as you whine at the intrusion and soft caresses at your nub with his other fingers. when you're so close to releasing, he stops his movement and removes his fingers from your cunt, leaving you desperate. you whine his name and it makes him grin in amusement, "do you wanna continue, pretty baby?" he whispers to you, eyes meeting your own with a smug look as you repeat a stutter of, "yes, please tae." he takes his brown, leather belt off with no hurry at all. Even though his cock is hard and ready to be stuffed between your walls. your sobbing in frustration at this point, it makes him grin as he mocks you for it. "___, baby, what are you crying for? are you really crying because you want me to take it off faster? you're so desperate to get fucked like a bitch that you're sobbing for it?" you weep under his taunting gaze and words; the way he tugs you harshly doesn't help either. "want me to bounce you up and down on my cock? have you stuffed with my cum? your mom won't be happy with that, especially if my baby starts growing here, pretty." he mutters with a tiny devious look in his eyes as he pats your lower tummy. taehyung's mushroom tip softly parts your folds apart, nudging into your entrance. "is that what you want? my pretty girl, ugh, want me to fuck you so good that you have my fucking babies?" taehyung has his cute box grin on his face, pleasure in his eyes with all the love he has in his heart, just for you. you can't help but look away, hiding away in his neck because it all feels strange. all the words he says don't add up in your head, his stares make you feel insecure, and the relationship he has with you is weird. but every time you speak a word of it, taehyung doesn't cope well. he yells at your mom, says these awful things to her, and all the stress makes her run away, and it just leaves taehyung and you, alone in the house. it's then and there that he goes up to talk to you and tell you it's normal for you two to show your love to each other. "i just love you so much; i wanna have you to myself." and before you know it, taehyung's hands are all over you, showing his affection towards you. you whimper as his thick head grazes your gummy walls, "t-tae." he plays with your clit while lowering you onto his cock

before you know it, your eyes water all over again when taehyung splits you in half. taehyung's cock head pokes at your cervix in an uncomfortable manner. "t-too big," you mutter under your panted breathes. "it's okay, just a little more; you can do this." you don't even want to look down because you know that there isn't just a little more. taehyung lies about that. your walls clench around his length, attempting to push him out because of the bothersome pain. but it can't, so instead your cunt drips around his dick to make an easy cocksleeve for taehyung. before you know it, you're laying down on your bed, facing your fluffy pillows and teddy bears while your bottom is hanging in the air. your walls are clenching around nothing, your dress bunched at your waist and your comforters are getting wet; you've never felt so open, and it's embarrassing. "tae, i think i wanna sto-" you cry out at his hasty movement. how his hips meet your own; taehyung's balls slapping against your ass cheeks.  the extra inches that you couldn't fit once are now past your slick-covered folds. you can feel his throbbing cock ooze out big lumps of pre-cum. taehyung groans as he holds onto your waist for dear life, "fuck, baby, you're wrapping around me so good. can you feel me? i'm inside of you, gonna make you feel happy," he gulps loud as he starts pounding into you, "with my cock. gos-sh, wanna draw you like this." you whine at the discomfort each time he fully thrashes into you. your manicured french nails dig into your pink bunny and you whimper as your walls start pulsating around him, heat climbing up into your cheeks as you get closer to releasing. you weep his name repeatedly as he doesn't stop when you squirt around him. taehyung's dick is sticky from top to bottom with your juices. it clings onto your cunt and the bottom of his dick when taehyung parts away to flip you over. a slimy texture that drenches into your sheets and both of your skins. he brings your pouty lips closer to his face, holding your jaw open to spit into your mouth. "swallow." his saliva coats your entire mouth and throat as you do what he says without question. "it's gone, tae, i promise." he smiles at your small promise, "you're so cute. come here, let me take this off you." the dress that was your last sort of protection was thrown to the floor. taehyung nibbles on your skin and leaves his marks all over you. soon after, he's fucking you raw again. fingers gently tracing hearts all over your back, unlike how mean his bulging head meets your womb. you're moaning his name, eyes rolling back as saliva drips down your chin when his dick twitches. you're sticky with his spit on your neck and tits, globs of his cum spilling inside your cunt, and you're left quivering under him. you can hear the squelching noise of his cock-head separating from your cunt.

taehyung reaches for the bottom drawer of your white nightstand, and picks out a silky pajama set for you; it's the new pajama set he got you as a reward. when he goes to put it on you, you let him do as he pleases. you're sore and tired from weeping for taehyung and his dick. he hides you under your blankets and hugs you from underneath,"i'll stay here with you, my pretty girl. i won't leave you like your mom does." at the mention of your mom, your heart feels heavy and you know taehyung notices this, "i'll always be here for you. i promise." his eyes light up when your arms tighten around him and your head digs into his warm chest. "i love you, taehyung." a grin spreads across his face, "i love you too."

you don't know how to react at the messages on your mom's phone. little love notes sent back and forth from your mom and another man; a man who isn't taehyung. times and places where they would meet up after fights with taehyung, or when she was supposed to be home with you. you can't even read more. you're heartbroken, and you're not even the one who got cheated on. 'how could she do this?' is all that runs throughout your head. how could you tell taehyung this news? if you did, would he leave? would you have to accept another man filling in a father's position? but, what hurts you the most, is that taehyung would break his promise after all. you remember the first time they glanced at each other. after much begging, your mother took you to the small art gallery that was presenting the students' works, including your paintings. you left for a tiny second to see a friend, but when you came back, taehyung had your mother flushed a bright red. a few flirtatious lines and smiles, and your mom was hooked. it all happened fast. before you knew it, taehyung was moving in after three months of dating your mother. your friends teased you for it. the neighbors whispered about it, spreading rumors here and there about your mom. "how desperate can she be..." and "doesn't she have a sense of dignity for herself?" and you had to give them some credit because not even two weeks later, their precious relationship was in ruins.

your mother started disappearing from the house more often, avoiding taehyung and he didn't question anything of it. that's when taehyung began to chat with you more. he desired for you to be comfortable around him, so much that he brought anything you glanced at. you wanted more teddy bears? they'd be piled up on your bed. jewelry? he'd have them hand picked and fitted to your perfect size. and the gifts he would spoil you with. digital cameras, polaroids, canvases, paint brushes, different colors of paint or markers and so many other pretty things that filled your room. taehyung spoiled you like no other father could. even though it made your mom to see you happy, she couldn't help but feel lonely that he didn't spend a single dollar on her. maybe that's why she began talking to her co-worker, who soon became more than just that. it was evident with the way she would hide her phone away, dress up more, perfume stinking the house, and wouldn't spare her time at home. but taehyung didn't seem to question it, so neither would anyone else if he didn't care, including you. he'd be too busy stuck up in his office with a paint brush in his hand as he drew you. another one to add to his collection. countless of drawings, along with plenty of nights in bed with heavy sweat and a straining cock.

your mom is wide-mouth shocked at the gift taehyung hands her, and she's not the only one. you're in complete shock as taehyung chats away so casually about the surprise trip to paris he is giving your mom. "i know we haven't been doing alright," he smiles at her and holds her hands as he continues, "and i feel like i've been too harsh on you, so i want you to take a break from me." his statement making your mom laugh as she stares at the tickets. she gives him a huge hug, "i better start packing then! i'm going to paris!" it'll be her first time in the city of love. " i have to go call my friends." she hugs you tightly, and she's still cheerful at the news as she passes by you. "seeing her happy makes me happy." taehyung says as he sits right beside you, "are you happy for her?" you quickly nod your head, trying to shake off the guilt you have of lying. "how long will she, um, be on this trip?" he pauses for a while, "three weeks? i think. it'll be good for her to relax, and we'll have fun here!"

the car ride is silent, neither taehyung or you are speaking to one another. your mom is probably checking in at the airport while you're heading back home. you hate that she doesn't even glance at you anymore. and it's no secret that someone else is going on the trip with her. you can't handle  the pain anymore on whether you should tell taehyung or not. taehyung was the father you never had; when your mom isn't around, he is. He's there to hold your hand, to take care of you, to love you, and to spend time with you. he's everything you could ever ask for, and without him, you wouldn't know what to do. "i'm gonna stop at the store for a while. do you wanna come with me?" you shake your head. you can hear him sigh as he leaves the car, "i'll be right back then. make sure to lock the car." with the locked vehicle giving you a sense of security, you fall asleep with no trouble.

you wake up to the smell of something strong in the air. you're on the couch with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you. taehyung must've carried you from the car to here. when you walk into the kitchen, you see a bunch of glasses piling around filled with some type of drink. "i wanted to try something. can you taste them for me?" there are so many different colors with little fruits on top of some them. before you know it, you feel giddy either your cheeks pink and giggling at everything. it's a bit dizzy here and there, but the sweet drinks continue to go down your throat. you're sitting on taehyung's lap with your manicured nails securing themselves on his shoulder. one of his hands are grabbing on to your waist and the other has a grip on your ass with his nails digging in softly; taehyung is just making sure you don't fall off him. you don't mind that taehyung takes your top off because taehyung's only doing what's best for you. he snickers at your drunken state, "baby, you're too cute. you can't even handle a drop." he starts to grind you on top of his growing bulge. your pussy easily wetting your panties and his pants. taehyung is grateful to your mom for always making you wear skirts growing up because if not, he wouldn't be able to catch a sight of your pussy smushed against your ivory panties.

with your whines getting louder, taehyung knows your getting close. so, he quickly tugs his sweatpants down in one go and then lets his fingers trace up your thigh before he slides your panties to the side. "you're my pretty baby, you know that right? i'll always be here for you, __." he gulps before stuffing himself inside you. you can feel the veins on his dick as your walls struggle to take all of him. taehyung can tell you're such a daze; in a completely other world with the alcohol you drank. but he can also feel the way your pussy gushes around the base of his cock. your body presses up against his bare chest as your back arches. taehyung licks up your chest until he reaches the necklace your mom and him brought you for your birthday, and he sucks it in his mouth. his thick cock throbbing inside your heat. nights ending with a sticky mess between you, taehyung's warm cum spilling into you while you spewed yours on his abdomen and the base of his dick. "my pretty, i love you so much." his balls pressed up against your cunt as he hugged you to sleep. his fingers softly playing with the ends of your skirt to relax you. "i love you too, tae." small hands bringing him closer to feel his warmth as his cock pressed farther into your cervix. "a lot," you whimpered.

those three weeks, you did whatever taehyung wanted or asked of you. you let him mark you all over; inside and out. you let your whole being depend on him for everything. you let his tongue suck and tease your cunt. you let him leave his cologne on you and your room with his cum bloating your tummy day and night. all because you owned it to him; taehyung took care of you when no one did and loved you like his very own. and you loved him just as much. even as your heart yearned for a mother's love at times, taehyung would be there to soothe you with more gifts and attention. that's how you find yourself playing animal crossing on your very new, oled nintendo with taehyung's hand on your thigh as he drives to pick your mother up from the airport; making sure to have picked the longest route on the navigation app.

taehyung might be wrong, but is he really? he can't be, especially when he knows your body like the back of his hand. he has noticed the changes in you the last few weeks, and of course, your mother hasn't. taehyung eyes you as you chat away with your mother. you're wearing a small, ditsy lace top with little ribbons holding it on your shoulders, one wrong move, and your pretty tits would be shown. how cute, taehyung thinks. the tiny, low-cleavage top just shows how right he is. your swollen tits are so close to spilling out and pressed tightly against the thin material when they hadn't before. but, you haven't felt sick at all. you haven't puked or felt disgusted by any types of food or smell. he doesn't know what to think. and just when he thinks he's overthinking it, your soft tummy is shown to him. taehyung's heart skips a beat. a groan almost escaping his throat. the growing, small bump on your stomach is all the proof he needs. after long nights of fucking you completely raw, his cum deep inside you, you're gonna fucking have his baby. "can you, taehyung?" a voice he doesn't want to hear asks him. "huh?" he raises his eyebrows, not having a clue. "___ wants to go shopping with me, but i have to catch up on some work. can you take her instead?" taehyung watches you bite your lower lip to stop it from continuing to tremble, the way your eyebrows knit together, and hands are in tight fists. "always." his smile directed at you. maybe both of you could go to the baby store, he laughs in the inside. your mother walks away, ignoring the teary gaze that follows her. "___, pretty, don't cry," he mutters as he walks to you. taehyung's large hands immediately latching onto your waist so his thumbs can faintly knead into your tummy. he can't help that his cock is growing hard. "i know your mother makes you sad, so lets move out together." your eyes stretch at the new information. "you're leaving me?" you ask with a hurt tone. "no, never. i want you to come with me. it'll be better for you." and the baby, he really wants to say, but he'll give you time to adjust. the long hesitation causes taehyung's heart to start beating, fearful that you're going to reject him because it'll ruin his plans. everything he has done for you. he loved you when no one cared for you, and you're gonna leave him like this. he just can't let that happen. taehyung might just have to kill your mom with his bare hands; you're gonna leave with him, whether you like it or not. so many ideas are going through his head. "okay." his mind breaking free, because truly, taehyung has never felt relief until now. he smiles with all the love he has for you and his unborn baby, pecking your stomach all over. you giggle, thinking taehyung is just playing around with you.

"it'll be perfect. you and me." taehyung grins as he places one last kiss on the center of your tummy before leaning his forehead onto it.

love it 🎀 :>

jungkook's version

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader x taehyung

word count: 3.7k

co-written with @crybabychim!

read her taehyung's version

warnings: heavy non con themes, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, mentions of physical violence.

Sore. 

The only word you can use to describe how you feel right now. An intense feeling of grogginess takes over as you wake up, head pounding and a painful soreness sits in between your legs. 

You wish you could say it was only a nightmare. A sick and twisted dream you’ve just endured. However, you physically and mentally can’t say that. Your swollen eyes start to well up with salty tears as you look around the unfamiliar dimly lit room and bed you lay in, remembering the sick events that took place almost a day prior. 

You’re cold. A thin gray sheet covering your trembling body, the feeling grosser than ever when you feel something damp in your underwear, threatening to seep down your thighs. 

You begin to sob when you realize what it is. You can’t forget the way he handled you like you were some type of object, just a toy for him to use. You hated that you also came multiple times,  you couldn’t help how your body was reacting to him.

The bed is empty, you’re left by yourself to be eaten alive by your thoughts. You fear for when he returns from wherever he currently is, scared he may try to do something to you again but even rougher than the first time.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. You immediately shut your eyes before you can see the figure standing in the doorway. Your face is tear stained, but you still attempt to make it seem like you are still asleep.

You hold your breath when the sound of footsteps get closer to the bed, even scarier when they stop. The next thing you know a hand is smoothing out your hair, their fingers running from your hairline down to your jaw. Their hand moves to wipe your visible tears and a wave of chills hits you at the feeling.

You slowly open your eyes, trying to register the face of the person in front of you.

It's not the same guy from before.

This one has long hair, big black pupils, and a very detailed tattoo sleeve. 

“Good, you’re awake.” The unfamiliar man speaks up after a minute of pure silence since he’s walked in. 

You are speechless, not wanting or knowing what to say. Does he already know what happened? Is he in on this too?

You remain silent, the most you can do is tear up once again as you’re scared of what is yet to come.

“Get up, you need a shower,” is all that leaves his mouth before he begins to pull the sheet from your frail body. His authoritative words make you flinch a bit, but you don’t have the energy to fight back.

He encourages you to get up with a sign of his hand and you execute yourself with difficulty, the bones in your body cracking, making you wince in pain. You can’t ignore the messy state that you are in, shivering as the temperature of the room feels very cold. This situation embarrasses you very much. 

He notices your struggle to lift yourself from the bed, leading him to take matters into his own hands and lift you from the mattress. You are surprised at how he isn’t dragging you around like a pet, but his grip on you is assertive. 

You feel your face heating up at the fact that your chest is pressed up against his firm one. You immediately pass your arms around his neck as one of his arms wraps around your back, the tattooed one under your butt, your legs still dangling in the air.

He walks only a few steps out of the bedroom and down the hall before opening the new door with his hand that was previously over your back. You enter a rather small bathroom like he’s told you before in the bedroom. 

He puts you down and you manage to find your balance, even though you still struggle a bit. He makes his way to the shower and turns on the faucet. He makes his way back to you as the water heats up, yet he doesn’t leave. 

“W-what are you doing?” You stumble over words when his hands find their way to the hem of your shirt, threatening to expose your naked body. He stops and stares at you blankly.

“You’re shaking like a leaf, you obviously can’t stand on your two feet let alone take care of yourself.” He states firmly. You’re not some little girl who can’t do anything on your own, you’re a grown woman.

“No, I got it.” You speak without a second thought. 

He arcs an eyebrow up, as if not believing you. “And what will happen if you trip over and knock your head into the counter? Have you seen yourself?” 

You swallow. You dare to look at yourself in the mirror above the sink, and you aren’t looking good at all. He has a point, but you still don’t want to undress yourself in front of a stranger.

“I’m just here to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. I won’t do anything.” 

You don’t answer for a few seconds, debating in your head. It wouldn’t be smart to trust him, but it’s not like you have a choice, and anyway, right now you prefer him over the other guy… 

You start to pull your shirt over your head with a burning face, avoiding his gaze at all cost. You feel extremely humiliated as you slip out of your panties.

He doesn’t show any signs of lust, actually having a calm and composed expression. You shouldn’t get fooled, though, because he is good at hiding his true emotions. 

You cover your naked breasts with your arms, keeping your legs closed so he can’t get a good look at your private parts. “I can wash myself. Can you, please, leave?”

“Whatever. I’ll get you some clothes,” he replies, rolling his eyes. He looks at you one last time before saying, “My name’s Jungkook, by the way.” 

And with that, he actually leaves. He closes the door behind him, which relieves you a little bit. He at least agreed to give you some privacy. It’s nice of him, you think, but you shouldn’t get high hopes. 

You step into the hot water, your cold limbs feeling more relieved as you stand directly under the shower head. You wet your entire body, about to reach for the citrus shampoo, a smell you recognize from last night, when the sound of the bathroom door opening catches your attention.

“I got you some clothes, this is all I have for you right now.” Jungkook calls over the sound of the shower running while setting the folded clothes on the bathroom counter. Yet he isn’t showing any signs of leaving.

“Hm, okay, thanks… Can you let me finish first, please?” You plead while watching his form move behind the shower curtain. 

He’s not moving towards the door though, but closer to you. As you wait for him to leave, he unexpectedly pulls the curtains to the side and your eyes open wide in surprise when he joins you, completely naked. 

That’s why he wasn’t leaving, he was stripping down from his clothes, having the intention to enter the shower with you. He absolutely ignored your words of leaving you alone. 

You move back instantly, your body hitting the cold tiles of the shower. You again cover yourself with your arms, keeping your mouth sealed shut, paralyzed.

He’s so imposing, even more when naked. You can’t help but stare at him, unable to look at the bottom half of his body, too embarrassed and still shocked by his sudden inappropriate behavior. 

However, he doesn’t seem to think there's a problem, instead reaches for the vanilla body wash just as you were about to do. 

“Just wanna help you,” he explains, big eyes looking back at you. He looks so serene, and you hate that nothing seems to destabilize him. “Turn around,” he instructs and when you don’t budge an inch, he grabs your arm and moves you himself. You gasp at his straightforwardness, your mind already telling you this won’t end well. He’s already lied to you once, so there's a high chance he’s done it again.

He squeezes the soap into a white loofah, moving your wet hair to scrub your backside, making sure to not miss any part. He moves down to your arms, working his way up to your tits. He slowly drags the loofah back and forth over your pebbled nipples, catching on the way your breath hitches when he does. 

After a minute of solely washing your breasts, he brings the loofah to your stomach, each scrub leading his hand lower on your hips.

Jungkook suddenly discards the scrubber, his big hands sinking down to your private parts. He places his head onto your shoulder, his long, wet hair tickling your neck. You try to shove him off of you, but his grip on you isn’t budging, his hand already cupping your pussy.

“You- you said you were just w-washing me,” you frantically spit out, grabbing at his arm that’s on your mound. Instead of answering you, he takes his free arm and crosses it over waist, trapping both of your arms under him.

He takes his pointer and middle finger to spread your swollen cunt open for him to observe. You feel so exposed, so played that he lied to you again after using the excuse of ‘just washing you’ to get his way with you.

“Shit. Taehyung didn’t go easy on you, huh?” 

Taehyung. So that is the name of the one who got his hands first on you. 

You’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts when his index finger makes contact with your clit, pussy clenching involuntarily at the feeling.

“Please, just… stop,” you pathetically beg for him to move his hands. Yet all you get from him is his heavy breathing, and something poking your asscheek.

“You’re sensitive as fuck. Look at you.” He comments as he sees your legs twitching with every rub he gives your throbbing clit, hole slicking up at the stimulation.

Not being able to wait much longer, Jungkook removes his fingers from your pussy, pushing the arch of your back lower, grabbing his now fully erect cock while opening your legs a bit wider than before with his leg.

“No, stop… Please, don’t,” your words are rushed when he forcefully pushes himself inside your swollen cunt. 

His thrusts are rough, almost knocking the air out of your lungs. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to his large size, which leads your hole to violently clench around him, making it harder for him to control himself.

“Tae already dealt with you, how are you still so small?” he says through clenched teeth, his tattooed hand going to grab at your jaw, squishing your lips and cheeks. 

He forcefully lifts your head up to look at him, leaving you no other choice than to make eye contact. 

“N-no, stop, it hurts,” you try to speak when your mouth is being crushed in between his long fingers. He doesn’t listen to you though, repeatedly slamming his cock into you from behind, his pelvis hitting your ass with force within every thrust.

The water is still warm, running down both of your bodies, disregarding the fact that you need to clean yourself. You feel your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach, his cock hitting the right places. You hate that it's starting to feel good, you’re not supposed to be turned on by this.

Before you can reach the edge, Jungkook pulls his cock out of you, leaving your hole empty and gaping. Yet not being able to utter a single word, your body is turned around and he kneels in front of you, his face directly in front of your crotch.

He gives your clit some attention, throbbing when his tongue licks a full stride over it. You whimper when you feel the metal of his lip rings adding the slightest friction to your clit.

You surprise yourself when your hand travels down to grip his long, wet hair. He eats your cunt like a starved man, his nose replacing his tongue when he finds his way back to your hole.

“Tastes better than I imagined, baby, fuck,” he groans before shoving his face back into your sopping pussy. 

You slightly grind your hips on his face, feeling him smile against your pussy. You’re shocked at how quick you’re about to reach your orgasm, Jungkook sliding his fingers inside of you to bring you to the edge even faster.

He speeds up the pace of his fingers that are hitting your sweet spot, his mouth sucking harshly on your clit, desperate for you to cum on his face. Your hole clenches repeatedly at the feeling, unable to hold it in anymore, you finally reach your high.

Jungkook fucks his fingers into you through your orgasm, your legs tightening around his head. Your hand on his hair shakes weakly, moaning at the feeling of his lips being still on your cunt, tongue flicking your bud of nerves from side to side. 

He stands back up and passes your legs around his waist. Just when he’s about to slide back into you, he notices a creamy ring of your cum at the base of his cock and his fingers, covering some of his dark pubes, a little dripping down to his balls. He can’t help but get more excited than before now that he sees your body is enjoying it. 

You moan out at the stretch in this new position, your pussy taking every inch he gives you even though you are sensitive from your first orgasm. Both of your naked chests rub together when he pushes himself closer to maintain the same eye contact as before. His wet abs clench at the feeling, thrusts sloppier than they were previously. 

You can’t even lie to yourself, the bulging muscles and strength he has to hold you brings you a tingly feeling in your tummy you’re ashamed to admit. Your nails dig into his sides at the oversensitivity, pussy still quivering around his cock. 

A small whimper escapes your lips that you tried so hard to keep from leaving your throat. Your walls tighten up around Jungkook while he never slows down his thrusts, fucking you to reach his own orgasm.

“Yeah, baby. Gonna fucking make me cum too.” 

He fucks into your spent pussy sloppily which has you wincing in overstimulation. The pain doesn’t last much longer when you feel his thick ropes of cum filling your cunt.

“Shit, yeah. Like it when I fill you, huh?” He groans into your ear, his soaking wet hair brushing against your face.

His thrusts finally stop when he pulls out of you, cum quickly escaping your bruised pussy. He backs you up from the wall to set you down back onto your feet, legs shaking from how intense he fucked you.

Without a word, he brings your body forward to the shower head, rinsing your body. He rubs his hands over your body, slowly inching down to your swollen pussy as he cleans it of his cum gently. Your face can’t help but heat up at the action, you wouldn’t have expected him to give you aftercare. 

He leans over, turning the faucet off and steps out of the shower first. He grabs a towel from the cabinets to wrap around his slim waist, and another to wrap around your shivering body. 

You’re still shaking, barely being able to get out of the tub. He places his hands under your underarms, swiftly lifting you up and out of the tub, your feet meeting the cold floor. He’s about to unwrap the towel from you when you tighten your grip around it. 

“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” he reassures you. You loosen your hand from the hem of the towel, letting him take care of it.

He undoes the towel from your body, beginning to dry you off. No one has done this for you ever, so you don’t know what to do with yourself. It is odd letting a man you don’t know dry you after a shower.

He admires your body, your smooth skin filled with goosebumps which makes your delicate nipples hard.

Once you’re dried off completely, he leans over to grab the t-shirt for you to wear. 

“Arms up.” He instructs when he pulls the shirt over your head, helping you to slip it on. He grabs a pair of black boxers you assume are his for you to wear. 

Once he slips the underwear onto you, he wraps his arms around your torso, kissing your jaw and down your neck. You’re flustered, but you don’t make an effort to lean into his touch. How can you react to that after what he’s done to you in the shower. 

The sound of the front door being unlocked interrupts the moment between the pair of you. Jungkook removes his arms from around you and grabs a pair of sweatpants from the dresser, slipping them on quickly.

“Tae’s back.” He says nonchalantly. In all honesty, you are most afraid of Taehyung out of the two men for obvious reasons.

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You start to adjust to how things work between the two boys and their routines. It took you a bit by surprise when Taehyung instructed you to sleep directly in between them in one bed. It did make you a bit uncomfortable, but you got used to it.

Jungkook is with you the majority of the day since you’re asleep in the mornings he has class and awake when Taehyung goes to his own. It's as if they have you in ‘shifts’, not ever letting you have alone time or any privacy. 

You were bored most of the time, but you’ve found Jungkook cooking to be entertaining. You love watching his veiny tattooed hands prepare meals for you. You hate to admit that it turns you on.

Jungkook never lets you out of his sight, forcing you to be in the room with him at all times. His standards are very strict for you, like his ‘no TV or phone’ rule unless he’s there. 

No matter what you do, you are left with no way to reach the outside world. It drives you crazy having to live with constant unanswered questions since they refuse to give you any answers.

“I miss my family,” you mumble under your breath, playing with the food on your plate, which you know angers Jungkook a lot. 

“Stop playing with your food and eat it before it gets cold.” Jungkook responds, completely ignoring your comment. 

He side-eyes you and you keep looking at your plate, not acknowledging his command, getting him irritated. Taehyung, on the other hand, gives you a sad look with pouty lips, having pity for you.

“Do they even know where I am, if I’m even alive?” You pick at the topic more, not daring to coward away from Jungkook’s irritated look. 

“Baby, why are you thinking about that right now? Just eat.” Taehyung coos, going to reach for your shoulder when you dodge his touch. 

You groan at him and he doesn’t like this at all, hating when you avoid his touch. You know you’re making both of them angry, but it isn’t any of your fault. They shouldn’t be the ones to be mad, it should be you. 

That's when you’ve had enough of their silence. Instead of constantly bombarding them with questions you know they’ll just brush off, you decide to ignore them entirely. Not making eye contact, constantly refusing their commands, and not eating. 

“Don’t give into her whims, Tae. It's just gonna give her ideas.” Jungkook speaks, making stern eye contact with Taehyung. You can tell this is something that they’ve discussed before. It was inevitable you’d get curious and ask questions.

You get up to push out of your chair, leaving your untouched plate on the table. You know not finishing your food will strike a nerve.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Jungkook raises his voice, causing you to flinch at his loud tone.

“Obviously nowhere. I can’t leave this stupid place!” You point out as if it isn’t clear enough for them to know.

Jungkook matches your action and gets up too, disregarding your full plate.

“Watch your tone. You’re the one who’s asking pointless questions. Sit your ass back down and finish eating.” 

“No! I can’t, I don't want to!” You reply back right away, your eyes starting to water. “I want to know, that’s all I want,” you explain to them almost desperately, almost begging. 

Taehyung tries to cool down the situation.

“Let’s all just calm down, okay? I’m sure you’re hungry, baby,” he speaks to you softly, even though you made him upset as well. 

“No, I won't calm down. It isn’t fair!” you heave, controlling your tears in an effort to not to seem weak.

“Yes, you will,” Jungkook intervenes, “because if you don’t you’ll regret it. Don’t underestimate what I’ll do, understand?” 

“You both have done enough to me but you draw the line at me asking about my family? Just leave me alone.”

“Where is this even coming from? We give you everything, so stop being ungrateful.” Jungkook argues back.

Deflecting from the subject, one of the things he’s best at. You hate when he does it, but you don’t want to fight with him. You physically and mentally can’t. 

“You don’t understand! You ripped me away from my family and school. You took everything away, and I’ll never get my life back! The worst thing about this is not knowing anything…”

You can’t hold it in when sobs escape your mouth. You aren’t able to stand up on your feet anymore and let yourself fall down on the floor, curling up on yourself. 

As if a switch flips in their minds, they both come rushing towards you. Taehyung is the first to crunch down at your level, worry and pity plastered on his face. He comforts you with his embrace while Jungkook looks guilty, nibbling down on his lip. 

After that day, you’ve learned to not question them about anything associated with your past life. All it did was lead to big arguments and lost trust from you. You’ve come to terms that this is your life from now on, whether you like it or not.

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a/n: hiii this is my first post on this side blog! i hope you guys enjoyed it bc there's more to come! lmk if you think I should start a taglist on here!!! :)

🎀this>>>>

an early gift from me to you for taehyung's bday. inspired by this. can be read as a one-shot. to have the full story, read both parts.

taehyung's version co-written with @cerisekoo go read her jungkook's version.

☆ pairing: taehyung x fem!reader x jungkook

★ word count: 5.4k

☆ warnings: smut, non-con, kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome, mention of physical violence.

You hate the cold and you hate winter. Especially when the weather goes into a frenzy like that; violent winds that make it difficult to walk through and snow covering the sidewalk that inevitably turns into slush. 

You’re going back to your dorm after your last class of the day, now being 7 p.m. and the sun has been set for a few hours. You have to walk a couple of meters to reach your dorm and you thank yourself for thinking about bringing mittens because the tip of your fingers are already starting to get numb. 

Finally getting to the sidewalk leading to your residence building, you notice a car parked near the curb. It’s on, the lights illuminating the street, meaning the person is still inside the vehicle, possibly waiting for someone. You don’t pay too much mind to it, passing by the car to get to your dorm.

But the sound of the engine stopping alerts you, though you don’t halt your walk, your heart accelerating a little. 

When you hear the distant sound of footsteps hitting the sidewalk covered in thick sleet, you involuntarily speed up your steps, trying to remain somewhat calm. For some reason, you can’t help but get a slight negative feeling at the suspicious person behind you, thinking they might be following you towards the entrance of your dorm.

You’re soon reaching the stairs, but before you can even register what’s happening, you’re suddenly being pulled back by your bicep. You gasp out of surprise, your heart now beating fast in your chest, hearing it pounding painfully in your skull.

The person grunts when you try to escape from their bruising grip, but they’re too strong for you to do anything to defend yourself. You’re about to scream at the top of your lungs, hoping for someone in your building to hear you and maybe push your aggressor off of you, but as his face comes into view, you shut up immediately.

You don’t recognize him at all, but his features are distracting you from what is going on, giving him the advantage to cover your mouth with his palm. He turns you back around and slips his free arm over your waist, forcing you to walk to the same car you saw a few seconds prior.

You reach the vehicle in a few steps and a couple of tears run down your face as you feel totally helpless, the small translucent pearls piling at the base of his fingers. You squirm against his firm chest, attempting to hit him in the stomach with your elbows, but they’re too short to touch him. 

He groans out of frustration, yanking your backpack away from you and letting it fall on the snowy ground. He opens the back door and grips your hair, lowering your head so he can push you in, your torso hitting the leather seats first. 

He immediately joins you in the backseat after having thrown your backpack inside, crawling on top of you, his knees on each side of your body. He pulls something out of his pocket hurriedly as you kick your legs and scream for help when you notice him ripping a piece of the tape he just took out. He takes a hold of your hair once again, nails digging into your scalp, and muffles down your cries with the grey duct tape. 

After that, he brings both of your hands behind your back, taping them together with the same adhesive he used for your mouth. You can hear the thumping of your heart in your rib cage and the tired sobs you let out, sensing something hard poking against your ass, eyes widening as you can only imagine it being his bulge. 

He puts his two feet on the ground and you eagerly try to move your head so you can see what he’s doing. He’s wrapping the grey tape over your ankles covered by your black tights.

You can’t process what’s happening to you, not believing that this is reality, trying to convince yourself you’re just having an awful nightmare. The position he has you in is uncomfortable, throat hurting from all your screams and calls for help.

He gets back in, but this time he shuts the door behind him. He has you totally fragile and defenceless underneath him. You can’t do anything when a burning desire spurs him on to reach under your skirt and tug down on your tights and panties. It seems like he doesn’t want to waste any time, easily sliding your clothes down your legs, leaving them bare nude under his perverted gaze. 

You cry and squirm avidly, shaking your head from side to side when you hear the sound of his fly being dragged down, pertinently knowing what he’s about to do to you.

You feel the head of his cock pushing at your entrance not long after. You let out a muffled moan of pain, the burning sensation between your legs hurting a lot. He only grunts, sinking his member deeper into your pussy, dismissing your loud cries. 

He picks up your hips, bringing your ass flushed against his hairy pelvis. 

“I knew it’d be a tight fit, but fuck,” he groans out, your tightness refraining him from going feral on your poor body, but it’s clearly not what is going to stop him from finally getting what he wants. “How tiny are you?”

He plants a foot on the ground of the car, his other leg bent at the knee beside you. 

You almost yell — if it wasn’t for the piece of duct tape on your mouth ​​— when he first snaps his hips against your butt, reaching really deep inside of you. He can’t control himself as he drives his cock in you back and forth right away, his movements impatient and uncoordinated. 

You bawl your eyes out, tears rolling over your cheeks and down to the grey tape covering your lips, making it less sticky. The side of your face is pressed down on the car seat, having no use of your arms since they are tied up behind your back. 

He grabs your asscheeks from under your skirt, digging his short nails into your flesh, moaning out at the sight of your pussy swallowing his engorged cock, stretching your cunt impossibly wide. His erection is so big compared to you, it’s amazing how you manage to take him anyway, as if you were made for this, made to please him. 

 The skin of his thighs slap against yours, the lewd and vulgar sounds of him taking advantage of you echoing in the car. He loves how your hole gets so wet for him, welcoming him in despite his large size. 

Your cries drive him insane, motivating him to go harder and harder, chasing his high like a mad man. The head of his cock keeps rubbing over your g-spot, almost impossible for him to not hit it. You shake under him and begin to cry louder, your walls clenching around him tightly. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses out under his breath, feeling his balls tightening. “Gonna make you cum and fill you full of me,” he promises and you know he’s going to stick to his words. 

You don’t want him to make you feel pleasure, and even though the stretch of your pussy is immensely painful — his cock the biggest you’ve ever taken — you feel your orgasm building up at the pit of your stomach. 

He drills his hard cock into you and it’s all it takes for your high to hit you, legs trembling.

He finally steadies his hips over your butt in a loud thud, his skin smacking your own. “Ah! Shit,” he grits his teeth, the spasms of your pussy around his girth sending him over the edge. 

He keeps an arm around your waist to hold you up against him while his other hand comes to lay just beside your head on the leather seat. His cock spurts out thick ropes of cum in you, thrusting two and three times to get everything out, and there’s so much that you feel your tummy blown out. 

You whimper under him, your hole still clenching around him avidly, recovering from your intense orgasm. He sighs above you, panting loudly as he stays inside of you, looking down at where your two bodies connect. 

He slips out just a little, just enough for him to see the white ring around the base of his shaft and his cum threatening to escape your warmth. 

“Mmh, fuck. So cute,” he says, his voice sounding almost desperate, so needy. 

The car smells so much like sex it makes your head spin, the energy slowly leaving your body. You’re tired from everything, from all the crying and the horrible position he has you in; panties and tights pooling at your ankles, back arched for your ass to meet his crotch. 

“You’re a little creamer, baby,” he coos, as if what he said is anything sweet. It seems like the messier it is, the more aroused he is. “Got my cock all slicked up in your cum.”

You moan out when he thrusts back in, and you restart to cry. He’s still fully hard and so he doesn’t want to waste any time, fucking his cock into your pussy again. He goes rough on you and you think he doesn’t really realize how his eagerness turns him almost violent. 

He leans his chest down over your back, pounding his cock into your poor, soppy pussy, loud squelching noises coming from it each time he slides in and out. 

“God, you’re so tight, I can't get enough…” He growls in your ear, his fleshy lips touching the shell of your ear. You can feel his growing facial hair stinging your skin, unconsciously clenching around his thick cock at the thought of his face, or at least at what you remember of it. “Pussy’s too good.”

Your cunt is so sensitive, already swollen, and him sliding his dick into you is so painful, your glossy eyes making you look so pathetic and fragile.

He overstimulates himself as well, being too deep into ecstasy to stop his hip thrusts. You can hear him hissing at the pain he inflicts on himself, forcing another orgasm from the both of you. 

He cums a second time, and you do too just seconds after, cunt repeatedly closing around him. This orgasm feels more intense than the precedent, and it feels good, too shamefully amazing. 

He ejaculates in you and there is less cum than the first time, but still enough to dribble out of your pussy, running down your inner thighs and staining his leather seats underneath you. He is very vocal, letting out many grunts and sucking air through his teeth while he keeps pounding into you. 

His lips remain close to your face, murmuring vulgar things into your ear and mouthing on your jaw, descending to your neck, going back up to your damp cheeks. He even traces the shape of your lips above the shiny grey duct tape, kissing you everywhere he can, leaving wet trails behind. 

He makes you orgasm for a third time, stimulating your puffy and aching clit till your high shoots through you. He does too later on, filling your pussy up to the brim. When he slips out, he can see how messy you are now, how he totally ruined your adorable princess parts. 

He passes his middle finger through your dewy folds, loving the sight of you covered in his cum, acknowledging how his entire cock is smeared in your cream, too. 

You sniffle as you hear him stuffing himself back up in his pants, zipping his fly up. You lay there uselessly, too tired to think about anything specific or attempt to fight for your escape again. That’d be foolish. 

He pulls back up your black tights and panties, not caring that your underwear is going to be all soiled in both of your releases. “All better now,” he sings when your legs are hidden again. 

He then steps out of the car and you take the opportunity to turn on your back with a lot of effort. 

You perceive his silhouette getting around the vehicle through the window, getting in the driver seat. He starts the engine and you think only about the worse. You’re done for, this is your last few moments of life. This man is probably about to drive you to a deserted area and kill you. 

As he drives away from the dorm building, you make eye contact with him through the rear mirror and your heart skips a beat when you see his face again. 

Why would a handsome stranger like him ever do that to you?

His eyes are captivating, dark orbs looking at you like he knows this is just the beginning. 

You don’t know why he chose you, why it had to happen to you, and you feel like you’ll never know the reason why. 

He breaks eye contact and reports his attention to the road, driving you to an unknown location. 

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After a twenty minute car ride of pure silence, the vehicle abruptly stops. You watch as he turns off the car, taking the key from the ignition. You can only fear what he is about to do with you.

He steps out of the car and you hear him pulling on the handle to open the door above your head. You feel the cold breeze hitting your skin, an uncomfortable shiver running up your spine. You don’t have time to see his face again nor the place where he parked the car before he covers your eyes with a piece of cloth, tying it behind your head. 

You try to speak when you feel him picking you up, but of course your words are inaudible because of the tape muffling your voice. 

The most you can do is thrash your tied legs around, which is completely useless at this point. However, you do earn a disapproving groan from him when you kick a little too hard into his abdomen.

“Stop it.”

You freeze at the sound of his voice, his husky tone making goosebumps appear on your skin. What freaks you out, though, is the mention of your name after his warning. 

He knows you. It could have never been somebody else, he picked you because he had the intention to do so. 

You imagine him carrying you in bridal style, feeling one arm under your knees and the other around your waist. It feels weird to be so close to him in a non-sexual way, sensing the warmth of his hands and the thickness of his winter coat against your side. You have no idea who he is, yet you can hear and feel the pace of his breath. 

You guess he’s walking up stairs, then the jingling of keys and a door opening is being heard, a front of warm air hitting your freezing body. You figure that you’re in some sort of house or apartment. Or whatever place he’s decided to take you to. 

You can clearly decipher the sound of his boots walking on a wooden floor, slightly creaking with each heavy step he takes, making the situation even more stressful than it is.

You’re tossed onto a mattress, your body bouncing as it hits the soft surface. The piece of cloth covering your eyes is being pulled off, your eyes attempting to adjust to your surroundings. 

“There you go,” he softly murmurs. 

A crease appears between your brows as you have a clear view of his face, as beautiful as you remember him to be.

His jaw is perfectly sculpted, giving him a manly look with dark and straight eyebrows that sharpen his expression. You recall feeling the growing hair on his upper lip and chin on your neck back in the car, certainly unshaved for a few days. His hair is a deep brown colour, disheveled and messy, strands going in every direction, but he still looks incredibly… attractive.  

He grins at the way you’re ogling at him, the corner of his plump, heart-shaped lips lifting up, knowing you didn’t expect him to look like this. He’ll take that as a compliment.

You’re too entranced by his looks to notice him grabbing your ankles, slowly peeling the tape from your trapped legs. Your heart is beating faster, anticipating what he’s going to do. He’s freeing you, but you believe it’s only to do something else to you that you surely won’t enjoy. 

Oh, that’s such a lie, you tell yourself, remembering the three orgasms he got from you effortlessly. 

“We’re gonna get you rid of that, hm?” He proposes — talking about your two hands tied together — even though he’s still going to execute himself anyway. It’s not like you can give him consent, especially when your mouth is still taped. 

He unwraps it easily, helping you remove your boots and coat after once it’s gone. He sneaks his hands under your skirt and his fingers touching your hips makes you jump. You grab his wrists and he pauses for a moment, staring at your hands that are much smaller than his. It’s the first time you’ve deliberately touched him. 

But he rapidly recollects his thoughts, pulling your panties down your legs. He isn’t so careful while he undresses you, even more tears falling down from your reddened eyes. Your attempts to fight him are all useless, and you feel very defenceless against him, like you’re just wasting your breath. 

“I thought I told you to stop?” 

His voice reaches your ears, swallowing hard when he discards your black tights and your pair of underwear away on the floor. You form fists with your hands, closing your legs tightly so he can’t touch your private parts. 

He tries to pull your thighs apart, but you shake your head from side to side, desperately showing your disagreement. 

He catches on to it to your relief. “What’s wrong, pretty? Got something to tell me?” You then nod your head, glossy, red eyes looking at him through wet eyelashes. “Okay, okay…” 

You wince when he rips the thick duct tape from your mouth, your upper lip stinging from the fast removal.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologizes kindly, extending his arm up toward your face to rub your numb lips gently. They’re slightly covered by your saliva, but he doesn’t seem to mind, passing his large digit over your flesh. “Better, now?”

You sniff and bounce your head as a yes. His change of behaviour surprises you, but somehow you believe he really does care about you. Not in a particularly normal way, though. 

You feel like you have to listen to him, be obedient because you don’t know what to expect of him and also because you clearly have no other choice. Your hopes of getting away are gone, and even if you do find the strength to fight again, you don’t know if it’s worth it. It’s like he already possesses a part of you that you’ll never get back. 

“Can you not… touch me there? I- I’m really hurting, and I…” You babble out shamefully, looking down at your feet to avoid his serious gaze fixated on you. 

“Are you really now? Poor girl,” he empathizes, faking a pout, or maybe he actually pities your condition. 

He reaches for your thigh and separates it from the other. You let him manhandle you, biting down on your lip to hold back your tears that are threatening to fall once again. 

He looks at your pussy and passes his thumb through your lips gently. He’s crouched down in front of you so he can see how your hole indeed is still stretched to the size of his cock.

“Shit, you really are swollen,” he says almost pitifully as if he isn’t the reason for your pain. You’re embarrassed at the fact that he’s openly inspecting your bruised pussy, his index finger running between your puffy lips. He occasionally rubs your gaping hole, your legs twitching from the sensitivity.

“Yes, please,” you beg, having a little hope that he’ll spare you. 

He hums pensively, still having his eyes on your cunt, a sentiment of satisfaction passing through him when he sees some of his remains leaking from you. “I have an idea,” he states, standing up. 

Your eyes widen a bit at his words, not knowing if his idea will benefit your tired state or not. 

You then watch him undressing in front of you and you gulp, guessing what his idea might be. As he passes his t-shirt over his head, he looks at you, frowning his brows. “You need to take off your shirt, too. Plus, it’s all wrinkled.”

Not again, you think to yourself. The thought of enduring another sexual act with him makes you want to sob. You stop giving him the benefit of the doubt that he’d be somewhat normal with you, it’s useless. 

“Why…?” You question, your voice shaky and on the verge of tears. 

He doesn’t seem to like that, but he keeps his composure nonetheless. “Why what? Come on, I'll help you, then.” He wastes no time in swatting your hands away to lift up your shirt at the hem, ultimately getting you naked for him. 

He steps out of his pants, shrugging them away on the floor, joining his winter coat and boots. Only in his boxers, his bulge looks huge, and you know pertinently that it is. How he can still be hard and horny, you don’t want to know. 

He slips out of his underwear pretty soon after and you feel anxious. Maybe it’s excitement, but you can’t really describe how you’re feeling with proper words. It’s so… abnormal. Nothing you’ve experienced before. 

He backs up a little, keeping eye contact with you while he strokes his cock to be fully hard. “Lay back down on the bed,” he orders and you do so, pushing yourself to the center of the mattress to lie on your back, totally naked, hair sprawled on his grey sheets.

He bites down on his plump lip as he watches you get in this new position. Under the dim light of the room, his honey skin looks flawless, collarbones really defined and hollowed. His biceps are big and you know it’s why it was so easy for him to carry you from the car to the interior of this place. 

His legs are really long and you remember him towering over you from a head at least. His shoulders are broad and his chest isn’t too big, but still outlined. His abs are faint, though they are visible nonetheless, telling you that he has a strong core. 

Your stomach churns in a mix of anticipation and stress, wondering what he has in mind. 

When he joins you on the bed, his knees dipping into the soft mattress, your hands become sweaty and you gulp down, nervosity settling in your body. You could try to fight him, or at least escape his grip, but you don’t. 

He straddles your body, going up to your chest, his cock only centimetres away from your face. You then realize what he wants to do, and you doubt he’ll do it gently. He has no reason to be.

“I wonder what your mouth can do…” He says rather to himself than to you, his right hand holding his cock at the base and the left going to grip the back of your head. “If it’s as good as that tight cunt. Wanna let me find out, mh, baby?” 

He guides the tip of his erection to your mouth and you reluctantly part your swollen lips, opening your mouth just enough for him to fit his bulbous head inside. 

“Yeah… Just like that,” he approves, inserting more of himself in your warmth. 

He lifts your head up so he can slide inside of you entirely, your sore lips meeting his pubic bone, the sharp hair on his pelvis brushing up against your nose. You look up at him with glossy eyes when he groans out loud at the sensation of his cock nestled all the way in your throat, gritting his teeth and his thick, dark eyebrows knitting together.

He keeps your head in place over his shaft, your throat contracting around him when you gag a little from the deep intrusion. 

You tap your hand repetitively against his naked thigh, signaling for him to let you breathe. He doesn’t look like he cares that much, growling at how warm your mouth is. You tap again, only for him to get your palm away with his that was previously holding the base of his cock. 

“Shh, I know you can take it, pretty.”

You loudly whine as a protest, hoping it will at least get him to pull out. The saliva drips out of your mouth, leaking down towards his balls and his upper thighs. You sense his cock twitching in your mouth, surely pleased to be weighing down on your wet and warm tongue. 

After a few more seconds of his cock lodged in your throat, he quickly pulls out when you gag and shakes your head. 

You wheeze, coughing and inhaling heavily in an attempt to catch your breath. He smiles at this, finding your struggle to take him adorable. 

“See, wasn’t so bad, don’t you think?” 

You don’t dare to make eye contact with him, already feeling the cocky smirk on his lips.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to turn face to his hard cock when he uses his other hand to guide it back into your mouth. You show some resistance, but it’s useless as he makes his way in, forcing your lips apart by squishing your face between his fingers. 

You feel your core heating up despite the situation, clenching your thighs to at least ease the ache between your legs. You take him all, not having any other choice anyway as he forces his length down your mouth, making your eyes sting and your throat burn. 

He starts thrusting in back and forth, letting out moans and grunts that show how pleasurable this feels for him. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied. 

As he literally fucks your mouth, he throws his head back, sucking air through his teeth, controlling himself to not cum in your right away. His dark hair sticks to his forehead because of the sweat, some strands dangling in front of his piercing eyes, wet at the ends. 

He keeps his gaze on you, precisely the way his engorged cock enters your mouth, your lips wrapping around his shaft tightly, all coated in spit and, as unpleasant as it sounds, remains of your earlier intercourse. All you want to do right now is to take a hot shower and scrub the traces of him off of your skin. 

But you doubt you’d get everything off as he’ll forever be engraved in your mind. 

You place your hands on the top of his thighs, finding it difficult to follow the pace of his hip thrusts, your fingers clenching into fists. 

His hand that was holding your jaw is now on its previous spot on the back of your head, gripping your roots and keeping you still. Saliva accumulates at the corners of your mouth and you hate the damp feeling, hate how dirty and soiled you feel. Hate it even more when you know he loves it. 

“Ah, fuck,” he chokes out, his hips stuttering and his grip tightening around your hair. Your eyebrows knit together at the hold he has on your head, forcing you to keep his cock in your throat. You know it's going to hurt badly after. 

With a twitch of his cock, he releases himself down your throat, the salty taste of his cum hitting your tongue. He slips out of you and some of his cum drips down at the corners of your lips. 

“Swallow,” he instructs, wiping off the rest with his thumb, waiting for you to swallow before putting his digit in your mouth so you can lick everything off. 

You follow his order, sucking his thumb and swallowing again. 

“Good girl,” he praises and pats your cheek. 

You recall the eye contact you shared back in the car through the rear mirror, one that meant ‘it’s only the beginning’.  

You know now that tonight was just the start. Of what, you are still wondering. 

You can’t escape as he has his arms wrapped around your naked body, his soft cock nudging your back, his chin resting on top of your head. You’re not sure if you found any sleep, but you haven’t dreamed. Or maybe you’re already in one, it’s just harder for you to wake up from it. 

You waited for the sun to arrive, or secretly wished it would never so you would slowly morph with the mattress and make one. 

The alarm setting off pulled him out of slumber and your heart palpitated at the thought of having him off of you, but this euphoric feeling didn’t last long as he left you alone in the room to go somewhere. 

The idea of someone else living there, too, hasn’t crossed your mind once until the door of the bedroom opened to reveal a man that didn’t look like the other. He was a long haired brunette with big eyes that could fool you. And he did for a good minute. 

That night, you slept between them — you really only closed your eyes. They didn’t give you a choice, nor a reason, but you think it’s in case you try anything. You could have a slight chance against one of them. The both of them, though, you have zero.

You’ve slept with them for a few weeks, then they’ve decided they wanted you alone. 

Taehyung, the one you’ve spent your first night with, leaves the apartment around dinner so he can be on time to his classes. He finishes late, and so you don’t see him in the afternoon during the week. 

He is very clingy and attached. You suppose it’s because he’s the one who knew you before. You don’t have much information about what happened before the first night. No matter how much you insist, they always refuse to tell you anything. 

Since Taehyung doesn’t see you a lot — according to him — you end up in his bed a lot. He always wants to stay inside you even after fucking you because he feels closer to you this way. You never protest, but you miss sleeping alone sometimes. Having him in you leaves you very sore. 

Jungkook is more authoritative than Taehyung. Much less clingy, but still at an unhealthy level of obsession for you. 

He goes to college during the morning, and so he spends his afternoons with you, taking advantage of the fact that Taehyung isn’t there to have sex with you. 

His sex drive is less intense than Taehyung’s — that’s something you doubt anyone would surpass — but when he demands your attention, he has to have it. There’s never any room for argument with him when you become familiar with his personality, especially when he knows he’s the least clingy one. 

You eventually got permission to wander outside Taehyung’s or Jungkook’s room, but they made you very aware of the camera hidden at the entrance of the apartment. 

You remember when you had an hour or two alone. You had rummaged through every room, every drawer and cabinet to find something, anything. 

The surprised expression on your face when they told you they knew you disobeyed their orders made Jungkook laugh. Your face was burning from the shame you felt at that moment. 

You didn’t try anything else since he made you regret it bitterly. 

You’ve cried for hours in Taehyung’s arms, scared of Jungkook for at least a good week. You were too afraid to be alone in the same room as him and wouldn't dare make eye contact with him, but he didn’t really care.

And so when he pounded you from behind, your ass atrociously hurt, the wounds still fresh on your skin. 

It has convinced you to never attempt anything ever again. At least, not in front of the camera. 

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pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader

genre: slight fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: since the day you met taehyung, both of you have had a special bond. but with taehyung and your mother’s relationship miserably falling apart, and her leaving you alone, you can’t help but feel as a burden to her. at least, taehyung is there to comfort you in all the ways he can; giving you everything he has to offer and you accepting it all.

word count: +3.9k

tags/warnings: creampie, squirting, breeding kink, french kissing, taehyung neglects his wife's attention, two affairs mentioned, naive reader, underage drinking, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex (shame on taehyung:/), parenting sucks, dub-con scene, mentions of tae doing acts on unaware reader, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), reader agrees but doesn't know what she's doing with taehyung :(

notes: sorry i haven’t posted in a while. i’ve been a bit busy, but i’ll try to make it all up :)

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you cried on your white duvets, trying your best to cover your ears from the loud screams and shouts coming from the downstairs kitchen. they've been going at it for a while now, fighting over things that don't make sense to you. you don't know why they're still together really, because they give no love to each other anymore. anyone can tell. but if you really think about it, their love only lasted for a month before deteriorating to fights everyday. your mom's voice can be heard all over the house as she argues with your stepdad, who once was your favorite art teacher. he helped you after school, perfecting your art into something beautiful. you can hear taehyung yell at her to leave if she wants, that he doesn't need her bitchy attitude in the house and no later, she does leave. but not without a harsh door slam and a few ugly remarks that make your heart feel heavy for him; for the both of them. your hands are quick to wipe your eyes as you hear taehyung come up the stairs in a hurry. "i'm coming in, pretty baby." his hands are on you before you know it, cleaning the tears and snot off your face with soft tissues. he gives a small kiss to your nose and fixes your hair, doing everything to settle your upset-self. when your sniffles quieted down, he gives you a small smile, "wanna paint with me?" he grabs your hands and leads you to the canvas that is supported by a high easel at the corner of your room. he grabs the only high seat in the room and sits on it before you can and pats on his lap, which you know what to do. but before fully sitting on his legs, he makes sure to pull your dress out from underneath you, so your underwear can be on top of his pants. it's practically bunches up on your hips and upper thighs. then, taehyung makes you sit on his lap, something you've grown used to when he's helping you with anything, especially your painting skills. "lets paint..." he waits for an excited answer from you, but there's not a single noise, "how about the teacups from breakfast with me last sunday? the ones you thought were pretty with all the colors?" you nod at his words and get a brush with such little motivation, it's painful for him to see you down just because of that bitch you call your mother. "if you give me a small smile, i'll buy you breakfast, lunch, and dinner wherever you want over the weekend," he fingers tickle you and you start squirming around, your teeth finally peeking out, "so what do you say, just us?" he can tell it slightly irks you that your mother never goes out with you two, "it'll be fun, come on~", taehyung turns you around with your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct to not fall. and when you finally nod after his small, little promises, he pecks your nose and lips. "my pretty girl, we'll have so much to do...but let's just keep it between us, we don't want your mom too jealous. yeah?" his nails start tracing your back in tiny circles, each time going lower on the flimsy fabric you call a dress. the other hand cups your neck in his direction to make sure you're just facing him as he leans in closer to you, "c'mon open, ah." taehyung's tongue slowly slips in your mouth once your lips part from each other, and he brings you closer by your lower back. the tip of tongue swirls in circles around yours until you run out of breath. taehyung makes sure you can feel the fabric of his jeans against your cunt; rubbing it harder and harder each time until your pants become clear that they're not just from kisses. your heavy breath makes taehyung grin, "a tiny smooch to make you feel all better; let's forget about that mom of yours, yeah?" the canvas forgotten on its stand, the brush on the floor dripping with white paint as taehyung slips his hands up your inner thighs to carry you to the wall. your arms hang around on his neck and legs grip on to him, scared of landing and bruising yourself on the hard ground. "taehyung, i'm scared i'll fall, can we sit please?" you beg him, but he hushes you with sweet encouragements that he won't ever let you go.

taehyung moves your white cotton panties to the side, sliding his thumb into your puckering hole. your hands clench on his plain t-shirt as you whine at the intrusion and soft caresses at your nub with his other fingers. when you're so close to releasing, he stops his movement and removes his fingers from your cunt, leaving you desperate. you whine his name and it makes him grin in amusement, "do you wanna continue, pretty baby?" he whispers to you, eyes meeting your own with a smug look as you repeat a stutter of, "yes, please tae." he takes his brown, leather belt off with no hurry at all. Even though his cock is hard and ready to be stuffed between your walls. your sobbing in frustration at this point, it makes him grin as he mocks you for it. "___, baby, what are you crying for? are you really crying because you want me to take it off faster? you're so desperate to get fucked like a bitch that you're sobbing for it?" you weep under his taunting gaze and words; the way he tugs you harshly doesn't help either. "want me to bounce you up and down on my cock? have you stuffed with my cum? your mom won't be happy with that, especially if my baby starts growing here, pretty." he mutters with a tiny devious look in his eyes as he pats your lower tummy. taehyung's mushroom tip softly parts your folds apart, nudging into your entrance. "is that what you want? my pretty girl, ugh, want me to fuck you so good that you have my fucking babies?" taehyung has his cute box grin on his face, pleasure in his eyes with all the love he has in his heart, just for you. you can't help but look away, hiding away in his neck because it all feels strange. all the words he says don't add up in your head, his stares make you feel insecure, and the relationship he has with you is weird. but every time you speak a word of it, taehyung doesn't cope well. he yells at your mom, says these awful things to her, and all the stress makes her run away, and it just leaves taehyung and you, alone in the house. it's then and there that he goes up to talk to you and tell you it's normal for you two to show your love to each other. "i just love you so much; i wanna have you to myself." and before you know it, taehyung's hands are all over you, showing his affection towards you. you whimper as his thick head grazes your gummy walls, "t-tae." he plays with your clit while lowering you onto his cock

before you know it, your eyes water all over again when taehyung splits you in half. taehyung's cock head pokes at your cervix in an uncomfortable manner. "t-too big," you mutter under your panted breathes. "it's okay, just a little more; you can do this." you don't even want to look down because you know that there isn't just a little more. taehyung lies about that. your walls clench around his length, attempting to push him out because of the bothersome pain. but it can't, so instead your cunt drips around his dick to make an easy cocksleeve for taehyung. before you know it, you're laying down on your bed, facing your fluffy pillows and teddy bears while your bottom is hanging in the air. your walls are clenching around nothing, your dress bunched at your waist and your comforters are getting wet; you've never felt so open, and it's embarrassing. "tae, i think i wanna sto-" you cry out at his hasty movement. how his hips meet your own; taehyung's balls slapping against your ass cheeks.  the extra inches that you couldn't fit once are now past your slick-covered folds. you can feel his throbbing cock ooze out big lumps of pre-cum. taehyung groans as he holds onto your waist for dear life, "fuck, baby, you're wrapping around me so good. can you feel me? i'm inside of you, gonna make you feel happy," he gulps loud as he starts pounding into you, "with my cock. gos-sh, wanna draw you like this." you whine at the discomfort each time he fully thrashes into you. your manicured french nails dig into your pink bunny and you whimper as your walls start pulsating around him, heat climbing up into your cheeks as you get closer to releasing. you weep his name repeatedly as he doesn't stop when you squirt around him. taehyung's dick is sticky from top to bottom with your juices. it clings onto your cunt and the bottom of his dick when taehyung parts away to flip you over. a slimy texture that drenches into your sheets and both of your skins. he brings your pouty lips closer to his face, holding your jaw open to spit into your mouth. "swallow." his saliva coats your entire mouth and throat as you do what he says without question. "it's gone, tae, i promise." he smiles at your small promise, "you're so cute. come here, let me take this off you." the dress that was your last sort of protection was thrown to the floor. taehyung nibbles on your skin and leaves his marks all over you. soon after, he's fucking you raw again. fingers gently tracing hearts all over your back, unlike how mean his bulging head meets your womb. you're moaning his name, eyes rolling back as saliva drips down your chin when his dick twitches. you're sticky with his spit on your neck and tits, globs of his cum spilling inside your cunt, and you're left quivering under him. you can hear the squelching noise of his cock-head separating from your cunt.

taehyung reaches for the bottom drawer of your white nightstand, and picks out a silky pajama set for you; it's the new pajama set he got you as a reward. when he goes to put it on you, you let him do as he pleases. you're sore and tired from weeping for taehyung and his dick. he hides you under your blankets and hugs you from underneath,"i'll stay here with you, my pretty girl. i won't leave you like your mom does." at the mention of your mom, your heart feels heavy and you know taehyung notices this, "i'll always be here for you. i promise." his eyes light up when your arms tighten around him and your head digs into his warm chest. "i love you, taehyung." a grin spreads across his face, "i love you too."

you don't know how to react at the messages on your mom's phone. little love notes sent back and forth from your mom and another man; a man who isn't taehyung. times and places where they would meet up after fights with taehyung, or when she was supposed to be home with you. you can't even read more. you're heartbroken, and you're not even the one who got cheated on. 'how could she do this?' is all that runs throughout your head. how could you tell taehyung this news? if you did, would he leave? would you have to accept another man filling in a father's position? but, what hurts you the most, is that taehyung would break his promise after all. you remember the first time they glanced at each other. after much begging, your mother took you to the small art gallery that was presenting the students' works, including your paintings. you left for a tiny second to see a friend, but when you came back, taehyung had your mother flushed a bright red. a few flirtatious lines and smiles, and your mom was hooked. it all happened fast. before you knew it, taehyung was moving in after three months of dating your mother. your friends teased you for it. the neighbors whispered about it, spreading rumors here and there about your mom. "how desperate can she be..." and "doesn't she have a sense of dignity for herself?" and you had to give them some credit because not even two weeks later, their precious relationship was in ruins.

your mother started disappearing from the house more often, avoiding taehyung and he didn't question anything of it. that's when taehyung began to chat with you more. he desired for you to be comfortable around him, so much that he brought anything you glanced at. you wanted more teddy bears? they'd be piled up on your bed. jewelry? he'd have them hand picked and fitted to your perfect size. and the gifts he would spoil you with. digital cameras, polaroids, canvases, paint brushes, different colors of paint or markers and so many other pretty things that filled your room. taehyung spoiled you like no other father could. even though it made your mom to see you happy, she couldn't help but feel lonely that he didn't spend a single dollar on her. maybe that's why she began talking to her co-worker, who soon became more than just that. it was evident with the way she would hide her phone away, dress up more, perfume stinking the house, and wouldn't spare her time at home. but taehyung didn't seem to question it, so neither would anyone else if he didn't care, including you. he'd be too busy stuck up in his office with a paint brush in his hand as he drew you. another one to add to his collection. countless of drawings, along with plenty of nights in bed with heavy sweat and a straining cock.

your mom is wide-mouth shocked at the gift taehyung hands her, and she's not the only one. you're in complete shock as taehyung chats away so casually about the surprise trip to paris he is giving your mom. "i know we haven't been doing alright," he smiles at her and holds her hands as he continues, "and i feel like i've been too harsh on you, so i want you to take a break from me." his statement making your mom laugh as she stares at the tickets. she gives him a huge hug, "i better start packing then! i'm going to paris!" it'll be her first time in the city of love. " i have to go call my friends." she hugs you tightly, and she's still cheerful at the news as she passes by you. "seeing her happy makes me happy." taehyung says as he sits right beside you, "are you happy for her?" you quickly nod your head, trying to shake off the guilt you have of lying. "how long will she, um, be on this trip?" he pauses for a while, "three weeks? i think. it'll be good for her to relax, and we'll have fun here!"

the car ride is silent, neither taehyung or you are speaking to one another. your mom is probably checking in at the airport while you're heading back home. you hate that she doesn't even glance at you anymore. and it's no secret that someone else is going on the trip with her. you can't handle  the pain anymore on whether you should tell taehyung or not. taehyung was the father you never had; when your mom isn't around, he is. He's there to hold your hand, to take care of you, to love you, and to spend time with you. he's everything you could ever ask for, and without him, you wouldn't know what to do. "i'm gonna stop at the store for a while. do you wanna come with me?" you shake your head. you can hear him sigh as he leaves the car, "i'll be right back then. make sure to lock the car." with the locked vehicle giving you a sense of security, you fall asleep with no trouble.

you wake up to the smell of something strong in the air. you're on the couch with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you. taehyung must've carried you from the car to here. when you walk into the kitchen, you see a bunch of glasses piling around filled with some type of drink. "i wanted to try something. can you taste them for me?" there are so many different colors with little fruits on top of some them. before you know it, you feel giddy either your cheeks pink and giggling at everything. it's a bit dizzy here and there, but the sweet drinks continue to go down your throat. you're sitting on taehyung's lap with your manicured nails securing themselves on his shoulder. one of his hands are grabbing on to your waist and the other has a grip on your ass with his nails digging in softly; taehyung is just making sure you don't fall off him. you don't mind that taehyung takes your top off because taehyung's only doing what's best for you. he snickers at your drunken state, "baby, you're too cute. you can't even handle a drop." he starts to grind you on top of his growing bulge. your pussy easily wetting your panties and his pants. taehyung is grateful to your mom for always making you wear skirts growing up because if not, he wouldn't be able to catch a sight of your pussy smushed against your ivory panties.

with your whines getting louder, taehyung knows your getting close. so, he quickly tugs his sweatpants down in one go and then lets his fingers trace up your thigh before he slides your panties to the side. "you're my pretty baby, you know that right? i'll always be here for you, __." he gulps before stuffing himself inside you. you can feel the veins on his dick as your walls struggle to take all of him. taehyung can tell you're such a daze; in a completely other world with the alcohol you drank. but he can also feel the way your pussy gushes around the base of his cock. your body presses up against his bare chest as your back arches. taehyung licks up your chest until he reaches the necklace your mom and him brought you for your birthday, and he sucks it in his mouth. his thick cock throbbing inside your heat. nights ending with a sticky mess between you, taehyung's warm cum spilling into you while you spewed yours on his abdomen and the base of his dick. "my pretty, i love you so much." his balls pressed up against your cunt as he hugged you to sleep. his fingers softly playing with the ends of your skirt to relax you. "i love you too, tae." small hands bringing him closer to feel his warmth as his cock pressed farther into your cervix. "a lot," you whimpered.

those three weeks, you did whatever taehyung wanted or asked of you. you let him mark you all over; inside and out. you let your whole being depend on him for everything. you let his tongue suck and tease your cunt. you let him leave his cologne on you and your room with his cum bloating your tummy day and night. all because you owned it to him; taehyung took care of you when no one did and loved you like his very own. and you loved him just as much. even as your heart yearned for a mother's love at times, taehyung would be there to soothe you with more gifts and attention. that's how you find yourself playing animal crossing on your very new, oled nintendo with taehyung's hand on your thigh as he drives to pick your mother up from the airport; making sure to have picked the longest route on the navigation app.

taehyung might be wrong, but is he really? he can't be, especially when he knows your body like the back of his hand. he has noticed the changes in you the last few weeks, and of course, your mother hasn't. taehyung eyes you as you chat away with your mother. you're wearing a small, ditsy lace top with little ribbons holding it on your shoulders, one wrong move, and your pretty tits would be shown. how cute, taehyung thinks. the tiny, low-cleavage top just shows how right he is. your swollen tits are so close to spilling out and pressed tightly against the thin material when they hadn't before. but, you haven't felt sick at all. you haven't puked or felt disgusted by any types of food or smell. he doesn't know what to think. and just when he thinks he's overthinking it, your soft tummy is shown to him. taehyung's heart skips a beat. a groan almost escaping his throat. the growing, small bump on your stomach is all the proof he needs. after long nights of fucking you completely raw, his cum deep inside you, you're gonna fucking have his baby. "can you, taehyung?" a voice he doesn't want to hear asks him. "huh?" he raises his eyebrows, not having a clue. "___ wants to go shopping with me, but i have to catch up on some work. can you take her instead?" taehyung watches you bite your lower lip to stop it from continuing to tremble, the way your eyebrows knit together, and hands are in tight fists. "always." his smile directed at you. maybe both of you could go to the baby store, he laughs in the inside. your mother walks away, ignoring the teary gaze that follows her. "___, pretty, don't cry," he mutters as he walks to you. taehyung's large hands immediately latching onto your waist so his thumbs can faintly knead into your tummy. he can't help that his cock is growing hard. "i know your mother makes you sad, so lets move out together." your eyes stretch at the new information. "you're leaving me?" you ask with a hurt tone. "no, never. i want you to come with me. it'll be better for you." and the baby, he really wants to say, but he'll give you time to adjust. the long hesitation causes taehyung's heart to start beating, fearful that you're going to reject him because it'll ruin his plans. everything he has done for you. he loved you when no one cared for you, and you're gonna leave him like this. he just can't let that happen. taehyung might just have to kill your mom with his bare hands; you're not gonna leave with him, whether you like it or not. so many ideas are going through his head. "okay." his mind breaking free, because truly, taehyung has never felt relief until now. he smiles with all the love he has for you and his unborn baby, pecking your stomach all over. you giggle, thinking taehyung is just playing around with you.

"it'll be perfect. you and me." taehyung grins as he places one last kiss on the center of your tummy before leaning his forehead onto it.

Soulmate Verse : Twisted (KTH)

Summary :  You were the agent undercover on a mission.It has been a month that you hanged around some gang stuff.Everything seemed to be easy and smooth sailing or so you thought.Two factors changed your mind comepletely. First was your tattoo start burning without any reason to explain it.Second was your plan got ruin by a police officer,who has ego higher than mount everest,and captured you.What the hell was going on? 

Author POV.

“Mission on board..here me?”

“Yes miss!”

The sound answer back.Checking everything escpecially her eyes plug,she decides to move forward for the second plan.She is dressing in a black long dress with side cut to shiw her leg.It hovers her parefectly and show her curves. 

“Let’s end this game.” 

Month ago

“Y/N,here’s the file for your next mission.”

You collected the black folder case.Opened and read every details inside it.Not going to lie but everything in here it seemed interesting.You had no hesitation in your mind to accept the job.

From that day,you continued research more about those group.A few times you got inside their bars,their company and many other places that involved their business.Making sure your got everything from them before building the plan.

“So they’re having a party in their Yatch.Get me an invitation.”

“Yes miss.”You subordinate took care of it as you ordered.

Continue the story

You enter the Yatch which is full of rich people.There are gangs,politicians and business people all over the Yatch.‘Secret my ass’ You think before step on board.

“Invitation.”One of the guard block your way.You roll your eyes in annoyance before send it to him.He checks and asks few questions.You answer all of them and decide to hurry things up.

“Sorry but I have a meeting so can you hurry up?”

The guard then let you leave with no more question.First step complete,second is progressing.You decide to give yourself a tour around the Yatch first. Collecting information from the conversation here and there,that’s enough for you to start second step.

When the event start,you secretly enter main deck where every files and important list of peeple are there.Knocking out the guard one by one,you finally arrive in front of the metal door.Spin the metal wheel,the door unlock.

“Here we go,my final.”

Taehyung POV.

“Sir we ready.”

“Then start the mission.”

All of my men seperate all over the venue.I,myself,walk toward the main deck to find the files and send to the headquater.I stroll along the way down the corricor until I find the place.

To my surprise,The guards around there knock down by someone.Something looks suspicious here.I hope the other gangs get it.I am going to destroy this loop by myself.I enter the open door,carefully step in.

‘No one,impossible.’I become even more careful after find and emoty room.

*crack*

‘Like I thought.’

“Come out or I blow your head.”

I threat.Gun point at the sound source.I am really sure someone is inside here with me.The figure show up with gun also pointing at me.Nice body....wait,what am I thinking.Taehyung,focus on your mission. 

Just then she dodger me and start to live the room.I follow her out and block her way.We both start fighting for the file which still in her hand.She’s a fierce on,I could tell.

“Sir,you got it?The team will arrive soon.”

“Yeah got it.”

Y/N POV.

‘Such a pest’ I think to myself while fighting to get free from this guy.Why I need to have someone tail behind right now.All of sudden my grip on the guy loose,my tattoo is burning my skin like fire.

“Ouch”With that,he uses this opportunity to cuff my with hand cuff.

“What the hell!”I whisper scream.

“You’re coming with us.”And then that guy talk something into his ear pieces and drag me along with him.

‘This is great.’

I am sitting inside the ruin dusty metal bars.What the fuck is happening again? I want to finish my mission and here I am,in this room.Just then one of the officer bring me out and push me in the white room.

“Sit.”

“Who the hell are you? And don’t order me.”

“I’m the leader here and I suggest you to sit before I command my men to drag you out and let the judge sentence you to death.”

“Don’t you dare to threat me!”

Author POV.

The interogation process is a mess.Both of them nearly fight inside the room.No one really dare to get inside since that’s the order from their leader.Someone then enter and everyone bow.

“Stop you both.”

“Sir.”Taehyung turn toward the cheif and bow.You throwa dagger to him with a stare.

“What is this mess,uncle?”Taehyung raise his head up and look at the figure in front of him.‘Uncle?’One word that become a question to him.

“So you decide to not tell me that you let this guy*point at Taehyung*interfer my mission?Give me a good reasons right now.”

“You are a stubborn kid who solo the mission without being aware of your life. Can’t I worry about my neice?”The cheif reply.

“If you were worry,you wouldn’t let me train 15 years ago.”

Y/N spit the hurtful fact about her life.The cheif sign and then continue to explain Taehyung about you.The guy only nod and speak nothing.He’s still confuse the relationship between the cheif and this girl.

“So I decide from now the case you will handle with Taehyung.”

“What!”

Few weeks later

“I’m the leader!”

“No I’m the leader!”

In the meeting of his team and yours,it doesn’t go really well.‘Both of you are good,you will get along.’ No that’s not gonna happen in any minute and your subordinates can see that quiet clear.

“Sir we have problem...”And before he finish,the electric start to go off.

“Hi ladies and gentlemen,how are you guys doing?”

“Bastard”Both of you grit your teeth.Knowing well who is he.

“Well chill....I can see you guys team up already.What a nice little plan.However, make sure that you guys won’t be late for my party.I’m waiting.”

The screen turn off again.You and Taehyung need to quit this little game right away and start planning everything.His team will take care of information while yours will take care of operation plan.It’s easy for your team to handle operation team.You are the top spy afterall.

“Boss we get his location.What next?”One of your coworker ask.

“Be ready,we’ll arrive there soon.”

You decide not to tell Taehyung and his team since this is your mission.You want to work this out alone.Little do you know,your body isn’t fine for the past few days.After the day that you tattoo burnt or it was just youe feeling.Your body so getting weaker.

“Lucky it was on my left arm.”You wrap a pain relieve up with the bandage around it.Then you continue to dress for the mission.

“What are you,super hero?”

“I can handle myself!”

“Shut it,I won’t let you ruin this!”

Talking about your mission,it was smooth sailing.One thing that piss you off are Taehyung standing here and arguing with you right now.No one dare to enter the room,not when you both consumed by anger and try to kill each other.

“Missy listen here,you uncle order is important to me.”

“But not to me.”

“Can’t you quit that stubborn attitude and let’s work this out together?”

“I’m not gonna work with the one that ruin my plan.”You boil with anger.Shouting back and forth with him like it’s a battle.However,that stop when you feel your arm burn again.

Taehyung whose patient is now below than zero grab your arm.You yelp out with pain.‘Bsastard why need to be there?’ You curse in your head.HE notices it immediately and takes off your bandage.Revealing the red burn around the tattoo which is like a hole for something.

“You need to rest.”He speaks with cold demanding voice.You startle with how his attitude change.He leaves the room.You look at your tattoo and back to the door.

‘It’s not possible,is it?’ Last thing Taehyung think in his head before he leaves.

Time Skip

“So this is our plan.We’re going to lure them out into a cruise...”Taehyung explain the plan, but you didn’t listen one a bit.You feel like you aren’t yourself today.Head throb with pain.

“Y/N stay here,you guys dismiss.”The others go out one by one.Worrry is written on their face.Preparing themselves to hear both of them argue loudly in this room again.They are all worry their leaders,but afraid to interfer.

Taehyung explain the plan and discuss with you.You quite surprise of his new side,calm yet serious at the same time.You never see this side of him. Wondering how this guy who arrogant and full of himself change into someone that speak calmly yet you can feel his dangerous aura.

MIssion Day

“Woh our captain is sexy as hell.”

“Yeah wish we can see her in swimming suite again after this.”Your subordinates whisper to each other so do Taehyung.He suppress his thirst and focus on the plan.

Your subordinates and his dress as if they are apart of big mafia.Taehyung is the boss while you are his assistance.You all cover the identity really well.Some of you need to make over especially you and Taehyung since you both might already be in the information base.

“Thanks for making this deal with us,Mr.V”One of the member speak.

“Not a problem,I think we should relax a bit and let’s enjoy my party.”Taehyung gesture to the girls that we hire for fake party.Their leader nod.He easily gets in the trap.

The party start and everything is under the control of you guys.None of them notice that this wasn’t a party and you all weren’t a mafia group.When there’s a chance,one by one disappear.Leaving the leader with you.

“Gotcha”You speak and handcuff him.

“Wait what is this?”

“You’re under the arrest.”Taehyung speak with his gun pointing at the guy.The guy then smirk and all of sudden kick you and get your gun.You stand up and fight with the guy.

*click bang*

The sound from gun appear.Taehyung doesn’t why he mad all of sudden,but he use his gun then slap that guy.Knocking the man which in a second lay on the wooden floor.

“No I’m fine.”You speak.You head is spinning and your blood run cold.You feel like you’ll knock out in any moment.‘No not yet.’You mumble with yourself and clear eveything with Taehyung.

“Y/N!!!”

A week later

“No I’m not going to listen to this bullshit!”You shout.One week in hospital wasn’t  something you expect.Well there is one thing far worse than staying in the hospital anyway.

‘Miss this is the sign of you rejecting your soulmate.If you continue,it might be so dangerous that it will be fatal pain.’

“No it’s not him!”You scream out.You can’t believe that your soulmate is Taehyung.Why on earth?You want to go and find god and slap him really hard. Maybe that will make him gain some sense that you and him weren’t a good partner.

“You can’t ignore your fate.”The last thing your uncle say before he leave the room.You sigh and look out the window.

In this pass week,Taehyung atiitude changed completely.You don’t know if it’s because he know that you’re his soulmate or other reason.You can’t trust him yet.Even though,he seemed to be nicer than before.

“Maybe he changes because of soulmate thing.”

On the other hand,Taehyung went crazy when he found out.He didn’t think that his guess would be true.It made him fell for you more than he had.His big secret was a crush on you and you didn’t know.You can say it’s love at first sight. Knowing you’re his soulmate makes everything clear for him.

Attempt #1

“Let me give you a drive back home.”

“I say get lost,Kim!”

Attempt #2

“Flowers for you.”

“I don;t like flowers.”*throw them into a bin*

Attempt #3

“I heard from the other day that today is your birth-”

“If you buy me a present,I’ll return it immediately.”

*Later on in the evening,the dilivery land on your house* “Miss,the order is here.”

Attempt #4

“Are you free tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

“Then no,I’m not free tonight.”

Sadly that he needs to put effort to get his girl.His coworkers notice it and they help him.Yes,they still afraid of him.However,seeing him smile and many attitude change make them want to help their leader.

*knock knock*

“Jagi what’s that?”Taehyung ask.You startle and hide his diary.

“ No..noyhing.”Taehyung gaze at you and give suspicious look.He notices you hide something so he walk closer and closer.

“You know...naughty girl should be punish right?”He smirks and you gulp. Leaning closer until his face is in front of you.Staring deep to reach your soul, you freeze in place.Using that chance,he gets the diary from you.

“Tsk..tsk..tsk...”You smile with your face drain the color.Knowing what will come for you.You then run out while Taehyung chase you from behind.

“Yah! stop it Kim Tae-”

“Gotcha.”He carry you back toward your share bedroom.Ending up exhausted from laughing too much.You both lay down and catch your breathe.

“Still hurt?”He asks while caress the tattoo area.You shake  your head.Then he kiss it gently.

“Not anymore.Not when I accepted you that day.”He smiles genuinely.Caress your face he peck your lips.The pairs of cherry lips land on you feel really soft as if it’s a cushion.

“Thank you,for accepting me.”

First you chased someone.The next moment someone chase you.What a plot twist you having there?Well you won’t complain anyway since you end up getting your soulmate.

Dear letter... To you... (KTH)

Summary : There was no connection between these two strangers accept a letter in one’s hand.  

Story inspo : a story from a wedding

Author POV.

*click*

The camera captured the scene of an empty alley. It was just another ordinary day for everyone to wake up and start their routines. In this little town, almost everyone knew each other-despite a few unfamiliar faces who might appear around the street.

Kim Taehyung was one of them, a wanderlust soul. He found this little town not long ago on a travel site. Visiting this beautiful and classic area for a week, he could tell that he fell in love, even if; there was nothing much to attract a large group of tourists.

*click*

Taehyung snapped another shot. This place was nothing but calming for him. He took a turn at a random corner and met with a local restaurant. Taehyung opened the wooden door. The bell shimmed as a signal of a new customer.

“Good day sir, what would you like to order?” Taehyung looked above the waiter for a menu.

“Any tradition dishes?” Taehyung asked. Every dish seemed to look the same since there were no note up on the board.

After having description from the waiter, he decided his dish. A waitress, who finished preparing a table, gestured Taehyung to take a seat.

“What would you like for today?” 

The door opened and closed from time to time. Taehyung was still in the restaurant and enjoyed his meal. He looked through a photo album. He was so busy with his camera without noticing that someone approached him.

“Sir, can this lady have a seat here? The restaurant has no seats available at the moment.” The waitress interrupted him. Taehyung didn’t look up, but nodded as an answer.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Taehyung POV.

I felt like I was acting rude. However, I didn’t know how to start a conversation with the stranger either. I sat in silence and continued to play with my camera-taking the picture of the lake outside the window.

A glance at the person, but I only met a journal book. The person behind the book was so focused on the paper. Drawing or writing? I looked at the actions and kept those questions in my head.

I then put my attention back into my camera. I snapped a few shots and checked them. I did it again and again like a loop, not caring for the stranger who sat opposite me.

And both of us continued sitting there in silence.

“Have a good day miss.” 

I looked up and met with an empty seat. The loud bell sound then appeared out of nowhere. I assumed that might come from a clock tower nearby. I checked my watch and gasped.

“I’ve been here for hour and a half already?” I started packing my camera and some postcards that I didn’t finish writing.

The moment I stood up and stepped toward the door, one of the waiters stopped me. He handed me a piece of brown ripped paper and a postcard.

“These aren’t mine.”

“It was on your table, sir.” I didn’t care about it that much and put both into my pocket.

  ‘What a tiring day.’ I thought to myself. I strolled down the eat part of the town today. The beach was nice. I could feel the breeze wash over me and left a fresh sea salt scent.

“What could it be?” I picked up the thing I got in the morning. Inspecting the handwriting, it must belong to that stranger. She surely had a neat yet unique handwriting. I assumed these were a part of her journal.

There were a few translucent color dots on a paper. She spilled something? She painted? I flipped the paper and searched for any clue to find her. Fortunately, there was something.

“Interesting.”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

2 years later

“Any meeting?” Taehyung asked his secretary to check his schedule. He had been busy for awhile after his father stepped down from the position.

“Sir, you have a meeting around…” His secretary reviewed his schedule.

“For the project, we have an appointment with the artist in the evening.”

The secretary closed her iPad and left him in the elevator. Taehyung went up to another floor before he left. He then stepped into his office.

  “Sir, the artist arrived.”

After he ended the call, he stepped into a metal box. The door closed and the digital screen ran a set of numbers as he went down.

“Here is the copy of their plan.” Taehyung received the file and scrolled through the plan. Checking the details, he decided to wait for their presentation.

Everyone stood up and bowed to him as a greeting when the glass door slid open. He took a seat and the others followed.

“Shall we start?”  When he asked, a woman stood up from her seat. She walked toward the screen that had already prepared the presentation.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Y/N POV.

‘Here we go.’ I thought to myself and the glass door slid open.

The CEO stepped inside the room. His every step echoed in the room-making my heartbeat went faster. When we all took our seats, I then noticed his feature. He looked young, probably around my age. His posture was calm yet intimidate.

“Shall we start?” Ok, y/n, you got this. I stood up with confident. I tried my best to look calm. If anyone could read my thought, they would know how nervous I was.

I started by explaining my inspiration a little bit before moving on to the concept and its details. It was nerve-wracking since the guy stared at me throughout my presentation. I felt him monitoring my moves, and that made me anxious.

“Is there any question?” Now, time to face the real anxiety.

I was right. He then started asking millions of questions about my idea.

  The scribbling sound was loud and clear. I was now sitting in the CEO’s cabinet. He noted down the details while I explained. He dismissed everyone from the meeting half an hour ago since their working hour was end.

“Have we ever met before?” He asked a random question out of the blue.

“I..I don’t think so.” Why did I stutter?

I saw him smiled a little. Did I say something wrong? He knew me before? I was sure that I didn’t meet him before. My forgetful self started recalling his face.

“My secretary will contact you for our next appointment.” I nodded and stood up-ready to leave.

“Oh, can you leave your personal contact?  In case, we have to call you for the urgent work.” I then left him my personal contact and left the place.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

With the contact you left a week ago, Taehyung always messaged you. Even if it was about work, you were a little puzzled. Is it common for that huge interior company to let the boss directly contact any worker (even though you weren’t his employee directly)?

The clock was ticking. The sky gradually changed its shade. Everyone continued working on the job as usual. Taehyung was so busy surfing through the site and gallery of the artist. Lucky that he had his own office because if someone found him smiling like an idiot in front of the screen right now, they would think he was weird.

“I’ll see you soon.” He spoke to himself while looking through your work.

After Taehyung met you, to say Taehyung was head over heal into you wasn’t an exaggerated liar. He was even more obsessed with you when he saw your handwriting. He got his answer that you were ‘that’ stranger.

  “Why are we here today? I thought we are going to work on the project.” You and Taehyung got closer after a week of him messaging to you unstop about work (A/N: *Ahem* work you say?)

“Well, this is also work, is it not?” His boxy smiled plaster his face.

“At the art exhibition?”

“Yeah, because I want learn about them. It can help me better understanding what you are doing and fuse them into my collection as well.”

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Taehyung POV.

‘Is that excuse work?’ I looked at her face. She seemed to not catch my real intention. I still put on my signature innocent smile-using it to persuade her.

“We better to be hurry then. Today we also needed to buy my equipment.” I succeeded. She entered the place without asking any further.

I snapped many shots when we were inside. She was so passionate about the exhibition. I usually preferred a peaceful atmosphere while walking in the exhibition hall. However, the way she kept talking about each piece of art, I didn’t find it annoying or boring.

“You seemed to be into this piece. Do you want it to be the main pantone of your collection?” I got out of my head and nodded. She then chuckled lightly.

‘Ah, I embarrassed myself, didn’t I?’

“Ok, we should leave then.”

  We were here for a few hours now. She was lost in her world. When she picked the colors, she wouldn’t forget to ask for my comment. If I approved, she would be happy. Her eyes glowed thousands of lights. I couldn’t help but stare. She was indeed passionate about our work.

‘Our?’ When I realized that I used that word, I somehow felt a tingle feeling inside.

“We can get out of here soon. Do you think this is enough?” I snapped back to reality. I then met a cart full of art tools.

“I think these will do.” I emphasized the word these to remind her that it was enough.

“Sorry, I picked them for personal purpose as well. Hope you won’t mind.” I gave her a disbelief look while she grinned.

“If you mind, you can cut it from my salary.” She pouted and wheeled the cart.

‘Cute’

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Author POV.

Little by little, you fell for Taehyung. It was a feeling that gradually develop without your notice. By the time you realized it, you had already established your status with him.

“And again, you bring me to somewhere out of our schedule.”

“And you like it as always.” You rolled your eyes and entered the restaurant.

Entering a familiar elegant restaurant, a waitress led you both toward the VIP table. Guess who booked that?

The waiter then approached your table and left the menu on the table. He stood there and waited patiently for your order. You finished ordering your meal in the blink of an eye since you only had one fav dish. However, for Taehyung, it took ages to order.

“Why is it so quiet today?” You asked. You glanced around the floor and saw no one other than your table.

“Oh, I booked the whole floor today.” Taehyung answered it as if it was a normal thing to do.

“You did what?” You looked at the guy with a shocked face. He noticed your expression and chuckled.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Y/N POV.

This was unbelievable. Why on earth did he need to book the whole floor? I had no idea of what was on his mind. Being close with Taehyung, I learned one thing. That one thing was sometimes you needed no rational thought to do something.

The quiet atmosphere then got replaced when a musician started playing some tunes. The soft melody filled the air.

‘He is up to something?’

I monitored his expressions and actions, but I didn’t get the answer. I couldn’t keep the curiosity any longer. I opened my mouth to fire out the question.

“Please, enjoy the meal.”

‘Lucky you, Tae.’ A waitress interrupted me before I could ask. Both of us started eating our meal.

I felt the meal was more delicious. Is it because of the atmosphere?

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Taehyung POV.

‘Phew she didn’t ask anything yet.’ I thought to myself while eating the meal. Thanks to that waitress, she didn’t get her chance. I didn’t want her to know my surprise just yet.

Curious right?

Today, I booked our favorite restaurant to discuss on the work like always. It looked ordinary until here. Now, the surprise plan will start.

I signaled a waiter who stood beside. He knew that it was the time for the special menu. Waiting for a bit, a box finally landed on the middle of the table.

“Open it.” I ordered her. She gave me a suspiscious look before carefully opened it.

*gasp*

“And that is your answer.” I spoke. I knew what she was about to ask before our meal arrived. 

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Author POV.

“That was such a lovely story. I could see ladies in the venue look jelous at you both.”

Wedding day

The MC spoke. Taehyung give his signature smile. He isn’t shy about it. You can tell that he is bragging your story to the audience.

“And I told her about the letter. I still remembered how she was surprise and then her face flush. It was really cute.” The audience awe at him.

“Ok, we will now moving on to the surprise of tonight.” Taehyung glance at the MC. He remembers that the next thing is throwing the bouquet.

“You didn’t expect it, did you? Since you gave me such a surprise that day, I am going to give you one today.”

You look at your husband who look so lost. You chuckle at his expression before 2 staff step on stage with a gift. They then hand it to him and you wait for his reaction.

“Oh my god.” He looks shock when he tears off a wrapper. It was a sketch of him from the day you met him.

“So is this why you didn’t have any conversation with me or even look at me?” He smirks and teases you.

“There are more.”

The MC now hand him a box which is much smaller than the first gift. He  shakes a few time after recieves them. When he know that isn’t going to help him to guess, he open the bow.

He gasp so do the aucience. His eyes filled up with tears. His hands are shaking. The MC take the little gift out of his hand and show it to the audience. The audience go wild. The cheering and whistling sound echo in the venue. You then grab the mic and speak.

“Congratulation my dear, you are going to be papa.”

Author note : This story was inspired by the story from a wedding of my friend’s cousin. Her cousin met his bride because he found her note. Their story then began. My friend told me the groom’s comment about the bride. “I thought the handwriting was beautiful. When I finally found the owner, she was more beautiful.” It sounded cheesy, but that was their story. I hope you enjoy this one. See you in the next os.

not, into you - kth

you and your best friend could not be more different, and yet somehow you still end up liking the same guy.

» genre: angst w some fluff :)

» word count: 2.4k

not, into you. - kth

friday; 12:00am

"do you think black ripped fishnets would be too sexy? or just right? i don't want to look like i'm giving it all away you know?” mina blabs on and on. she's notorious for talking your ears off, how she's “popular” blows my mind.

“they’d look great on you” i tell her in complete monotone, not even attempting to hide my disinterest. she’s incredibly excited about the party tonight, knowing she’ll certainly see her crush there, seeing as it was his party.

he invited us both in person yesterday, mina didn't even keep her cool as she squealed like a child and bounced up and down as she spoke for both of us, promising him our presence.

what she failed to notice, and always did, was who exactly he was talking to.

taehyung’s eyes never left mine when he spoke. it was always that way, he was never subtle about it and never tried to hide it, constantly stealing glances in class and at lunch.

he was never shy about getting caught either, sending me a charming grin before finally looking elsewhere. his confidence was at its peak and he gave no second thought to the girl always at my side.

“do you think taehyung likes fishnets? what if he’s more of a dress guy?” she inquires as she pulls more clothes from her closet, pinning them against her body as she examines them.

“then wear a dress over your fishnets.” i respond, dramatically falling against her bed afterwards to again, highlight my boredom.

i’ve been ready for an hour now, and the party started two hours ago. “you know by the time we get there we’ll be the only sober ones, and i bet it'd be easier to talk to him if you had something to drink before.” i smirk, slyly persuading her to leave.

“oh my god y/n you're a genius!! what would i ever do without you.” she speaks a sentence most would only say sarcastically but with her whole heart.

“you’d probably be a bum.” i laugh, knowing it was true. she wasn't the party-type before we met. i actually met her at one, i could tell she was uncomfortable and new to the party scene and i had no one better to hang out with, she’s been pinned to me ever since.

“okay i think i'm done, do i look alright?” she twirls around to face me and i waste no time grabbing her wrist and dragging her out of the house, “you look phenomenal!”

friday; 12:45am

i open his front door and we’re instantly greeted with people dancing, drinking, and chatting. “let's go find the drinks.” i shout to mina who nods and follows me through the crowd and into a less crowded kitchen.

i grin mischievously as i check out the assortment of alcohol and soda he placed out. “nicely put together.” i speak more to myself than anyone else. i hear mina giggle behind me before another voice pipes up.

“thanks, i tried pretty hard to get some of that stuff.” the deep voice couldn't be mistaken by me nor mina and it causes both of our heads to spin.

sure enough there he stands, directly behind me with a smirk. his outfit looking absolutely delicious on him and his hair falls in loose dark curls atop his head, if mina wasn't into him there's no doubt in my mind i would've jumped his bones right then and there.

“h-hi taehyung! it's a great party, y-you threw a great party.” mina grins with an obvious blush on her cheeks, shyly tucking her hair back.

he grins back, “thank you, and what's your name beautiful?”

her eyes practically bulge out of her head and she begins to cough, i can't help but let a chuckle slide past my lips as she struggles to compose herself.

i turn around and grab a bottle of water before handing it to her, watching as she quickly drains the bottle. taehyung and i both watch her silently, too interested in the scene to look away.

she finishes the bottle and wipes her mouth with a smile, “m-my name is mina, nice to meet you.”

he nods his head and shakes her hand, “thanks for coming.” his attention diverts to me, to which i raise an eyebrow, wondering what clever thing he could possibly say now.

but he doesn't speak at all, and he stare at each other wordlessly, but his eyes say it all.

“if you just wanted to look at me you could've done that from where you were before.”

he shrugs, “you're better to look at up close.”

i nod, “i agree.”

he smiles and bites the inside of his cheek, “well, i should check up on my friends, you two have a good time.” he turns to mina to show her a smile before turning his back to her and leaning closer to me, “and if you decide you want better company, you know where to find me.”

friday; 2:17am

i surprisingly had a fantastic time with mina. after our run-in with taehyung she decided to drink away the horrible first impression she made, despite me trying to slow her down. i stayed sober enough to get us back home safely, but enough to enjoy the party.

i had my eyes on mina dancing in another room with a group of girls i didn't recognize, at least she was having fun and she was safe.

i make my way outside for some fresh-air, and accidentally stumble onto someone else's moment alone.

he chuckles, “i didn't think you'd actually take me up on my offer.”

i grin and shake my head, “i wasn't looking for you, i just wanted some air.” i respond calmly.

“come sit.” i look at him suspiciously and he raises his hands in surrender, “it's just a seat, don't take it if you don't want to.”

i give in and sit beside him on the outdoor couch, leaning back against it with a half empty cup in my hand.

“so why are you playing hard to get?”

i scoff, blunt and straightforward with no warning. that’s taehyung for you. we’re both notorious for being the honest type. i think about how to respond to him, i can’t act stupid, even an idiot could see there's undeniable tension between us, it's been that way for quite some time now.

“it's your friend isn't it?” it's his turn to scoff, “does she really mean that much to you? i mean come on, she’s neither of our type. if she wasn't wasted in there she would be a wallflower.”

his words are harsh but true, after all this time i still hadn't figured out why she stayed with me. we had nothing in common. other than our taste in men, occasionally, apparently.

“do you owe her anything?” he asks suddenly.

i give him a rude look, “no.”

he laughs, “so what's holding you back?”

i shake my head, “she's my friend taehyung, and she's terribly into you.”

“and i’m terribly into you.” he speaks smoothly, leaning into my ear, “who will you pick, y/n?” he speaks teasingly,  like it was a game.

i stand up and walk away from the couch but he follows behind, “i can't do that taehyung.”

he grabs onto my wrist gently, pulling me closer to his body as he looks down at me, “why not? just do what feels right y/n.”

his nose touches my forehead and i try to lean away, “this doesn't feel right.”

he lets his hands slip around my waist as he leans in closer and sways us to the music, “only because your friend realized she likes me for my looks before you realized you like me for more.”

his words catch my attention, i look up to meet his dangerous gaze, “w-what do you mean.”

he smiles almost shyly, “come on, we’ve been in the same class all year, we’re not strangers. this isn't your first party and it's not the first time we’ve talked.”

i laugh, “i still don't know what you mean.”

he throws his head back, “please just, hear me out. stop thinking about her and listen to what i'm saying.”

he takes a deep breath and looks at his feet, “i'm really, really, into you y/n. i think we'd have a lot of fun together, and i’d even like to take you out, on a real date, if only you'd let me.”

his answer shocks me, the full-time flirt kim taehyung, asking me out? i almost laugh before i realize he’s not kidding at all. “you're asking me out? like on a date?”

he nods, “yes. anywhere you wanna go, whenever you want.”

i let a small chuckle pass, “you'd be willing to put your reputation on the line for some girl you hardly know?”

he sighs, “i-it doesn't feel like i hardly know you, i think we’d be great together and i’m willing to put everything i've got for a shot at that.”

i laugh and shake my head, “you're just as delusional as mina.”

“don't say her name, we both know she only likes me because of who she thinks i am.”

“and who's to say i don't?”

"are you saying you like me?” he smirks. i open my mouth to protest but he shushes me, “i'll ignore that for now, but to answer your question, i bet if i told her i was wearing superman socks right now she'd say they were stupid.”

i look at him confusedly before snickering, “are you really?” he nods and kick his shoe off, there in all its glory is superman posing atop his foot.

"god you are really serious about this.”

"yup, i have more evidence too but it gets increasingly embarrassing so for my sake, please believe me.” he timidly smiles.

i bite my lip as i think it over, “i-i just don't know taehyung. it wouldn't feel right accepting your confession before at least asking her.”

he takes a deep breath before nodding his head, letting a defeated chuckle escape past his pink lips, “you're a really good friend.” i smile and he looks at me again while stepping closer, “i can only imagine what kind of girlfriend you would be.”

his breath is hot against my face, the smell of peppermint is a nice change from all the alcohol surrounding the inside of the house. my eyes flicker to his, which stare at my lips like his life depends on it.

i could blame it on my instincts, my guilt, or even the alcohol, but for some reason, i didn't pull away. i grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in, pressing his lips against mine in a feverish kiss.

we chased after each other without a second thought, the kiss lasting much longer than i had anticipated, neither of us pulling away until we were both out of breath.

he grins, “you sure you don't want to take me up on that offer?”

i slap his chest, “i would be a bitch to leave you here with nothing. and i didn't say no, just maybe.”

he teases back, “yeah, have to consult the peanut gallery first.” he chuckles and i laugh along.

“oh who, me? pft, don't you worry, mm fine.” mina slurs, holding herself up against the doorframe. her face is flushed bright red, from anger or from alcohol, i can't tell.

“you know y/n?” she starts, attempting to take a step towards me but she stumbles around in her heels, “i-i thought you were different, frommm all those stupid mean popular bitches who~,” she takes a deep breathe before pointing a finger at me, “pretends to give a shit about you, when they really couldn't care less.” i nod along, not trying to explain or correct her, she wasn't wrong.

“but you're just as bad! you're worse! y-you only care about yourself!” she yells, swatting her hand at me but she loses balance so i catch her, “you knew how much i liked him, why would you kiss him?” she begins to cry, sitting on the ground like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“i know, i'm a bitch you're completely right, let's get you home and you can call me all the names you want.”

“no! i don't want yourrr p-pity.” she pulls her arm away from me forcefully. “go, be happy. i don't care. he likes you morrrr anyways.”

i look up to taehyung who looked equally confused, “what do you mean mina?”

she whines and throws her arms around, “it's so fucking obvious! you're so stupid y/n~. he only looks at you in class and not me, he didn't even know my name but he knew yours. he's obviously into you and you're an idiot.” she's practically crying at this point and i'm not sure what to do.

“if you knew all that then why didn't you say something? if you thought he liked someone else then why try so hard?” i ask.

she looks up at me with tired eyes, “i wanted to beat you at something.”

her answer takes me back, beat me? was she jealous? of what?

she huffs out a breath and stands up, brushing off her dress and fixing her hair, “i'mmm catching a ride with minsun, don't wait up.”

she walks back into the house like nothing had happened, leaving me to make something of her words.

taehyung gently places a hand on my shoulder, “you okay?” i look at him and nod.

"i knew she wasn't really into me.” he laughs. “you don't owe a girl like that anything, y/n. no rush, but my offer still stands, whenever you're ready.”

"no need.” i tell him quickly. my mind was made up the second she confessed to knowing how he felt. “i'll go out with you.”

he doesn't try to hide his excitement, his face beaming as he celebrates. “alright, you can choose what we do, i'll be happy with whatever you pick.”

i nod with yawn, “i'll think about it tomorrow, i’m exhausted.”

he smiles, “let me take you home, it's the least i could do for ruining a friendship.”

i wrap my arms around his neck again and look him in the eyes, “not you, her.”

he nods, looking at my lips once again, and this time, he pulls me in.

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hi!! thank u for reading and i hope u enjoyed :) this is a oneshot and not a series, any feedback or support would be greatly appreciated! - ara <3

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Noona - jjk

"i-i mean, you're my noona, and you're not a virgin right?" my hand immediately smacks his chest, "jeon jungkook!" i throw my finger in his face, "you do not ask a woman that! especially not your noona."

» genre: smut, fluff, best friends au, virgin au, switches ;)

» word count: 1.7k

Noona - jjk

stepping foot into jungkook's house i already knew something was up. the text i got was out of character, a deflated message with no emojis, punctuation, or inside joke of any kind. just a simple “please come over” and i knew something had to be amiss.

and as expected, my usual goofy, weird, and somewhat flirty friend was missing, and instead he seemed more like a dog when its owner leaves. jungkook grabs a big blanket that was hanging over the couch and throws it over me, i laugh and catch it as he tugs me into his arms on the couch, "jungkook are you okay?"

he sighs, relaxing into the comfort of the couch and the warmth i provided, "soohyun broke up with me."

i pull him closer and nudge him a little, "do you wanna talk about it?" his eyes meet mine for a brief second, twiddling with his fingers under the blanket, "she, uhh, wanted someone more experienced, than me."

i give him a confused look, "you've been in a relationship before why-"

"not relationship experience, y/n." i didn't comprehend what soohyun meant by that, until i very slowly came to the realization that i don't think jungkook has ever mentioned having sex.

"y-you're-" i start, he nods along toying with his fingers. he lets out a defeated chuckle, "you know it never used to bother me. but i realized i'm being too picky, i let everyone put these expectations of a first time and i wanted something unattainable. but i'm tired of that i don't want perfection, i just want it to be right."

i grab his hand, squeezing it tightly, "no ones first time is perfect. most of them are absolute trash." he smiles and leans his head on mine, "you're right though. your first time is up to you. you can wait until you're in love, or you can pay a woman and get the job done-"

"y/n!" he shouts. i laugh at his reaction, "we're talking options!" he shakes his head furiously, "not a hooker." "what's wrong with a working woman? i'm sure they're great, and it's almost guaranteed you'll have a good time-" "please stop talking about hookers.”

i sigh, "fine okay. but seriously, don't stress that much, it’ll happen when it happens, you're a good guy jungkookie." i grin and tickle his chest. he giggles and squeezes me tight, "well, w-what if you helped me?" my giggles come to halt when i hear him, "what do you mean help?" he wiggles in his seat, "i-i mean, you're my noona, and you're not a virgin right?"

my hand immediately smacks his chest, "jeon jungkook!" i throw my finger in his face, "you do not ask a woman that! especially not your noona."

"y-yes noona." his response takes me back, sending signals down below, noona? would he be submissive?

“jungkook." i call out, he whispers a what, likely confused by my change in behavior. "is that something you'd actually want? me out of all people?" his eyes light up and he grabs my hands, "yes! yes! i'Il do whatever you want me to. just, make me feel good." he says with red cheeks.

i grin helplessly, scooting myself into his lap, letting my hands trace around his jaw before gripping him tightly to look at me, “promise me this won't affect us as friends.” he nods eagerly, eyes swimming and glazed as he stares at me like i'm hypnotic.

"you’re submissive aren't you jungkookie?"

his eyes scream innocence, but his words are far from, "i can be whatever you want me to be." he says breathlessly, hands grabbing at my ass, causing me to lean into him.

i pull his head towards my lips, whispering, "what’ll it be then?" before catching his lips in a chaste kiss and pulling away before he has the chance to fully kiss me back. "y-you in charge, p-please." he says, his hands sliding up to my waist i nod my head and start to sprinkle kisses along his neck until i feel him tense up, paying extra attention to that spot, causing him to let out a small moan.

i continue for a few minutes, letting my hands drift up into his shirt, feeling around his hard chest before detaching my lips and instructing him, "i want you upstairs, on your bed, and naked, got it?" he nods his head and i move off his lap, before running away i grab his wrist, "if at any point i get too much, just tell me-" he cuts my sentence short by pressing his pink lips against mine in a languid kiss, "you're perfect." i fight back the smile on my face, and shoo him away and upstairs. following behind, i stand in his doorway as his back faces me, watching him strip down to nothing. virgin or not, who wouldn't want that?

i walk into the room, grinning, "you listen so well baby" i sit beside him running my fingertips along his shoulder, "relax. do as i say. i'Il make sure you feel good." he nods his head and relaxes into my touch. allowing me to explore the rest of his body. it doesn't take long for my hands to reach his already hard cock, begging to be given any sort of attention. i run my fingertips along it, causing him to shutter. "n-noona, please." lean his head back onto my shoulder, putting my lips beside his ear, "please what baby?"

"t-touch me." i smile, "so impatient." i wrap my hand around him and give a light squeeze, causing him to let out a strangled groan, feeling my thumb rub around the tip, collecting any precum. i put my thumb in my mouth, licking it with a pop, "you taste good baby." he only hums, no doubt wanting more attention.

“you've been so good i don't even want to tease you, but i do wanna hear you beg." i crawl in front of him, discarding most of my clothing and putting my forehead against his, "last time i'm asking jungkook, are you sure?" he nods and places a kiss on my lips, “i’m sure noona. i want you.” i grin and take off my bra and underwear, taking his face in my hand, "i wanna hear you beg, baby."

he licks his lips, struggling to maintain eye contact, "i-i want you noona, please." i shake my head, "you want what from me? be specific or you don't get anything." he whimpers and grips my hips, tugging me into his lap easily. we both moan out, the feeling of his hard cock against my heat, i know i'm wet and needy, but he wasn't meant to know. "y-you're so wet-" "yes but i can hold off if you don't tell me what i want to hear." i grip him tighter, making him stare at me. his hands grab at my ass and he smirks, "i want your pussy noona, please ride me." i grin and kiss his lips, "good boy."

i grab his dick and line it up under me, taking it slow. i'm no virgin, but it's been a while. after getting halfway down i grip onto his shoulders, feeling a slight pain. nothing unfamiliar, but he's bigger than i've had. "'-fuck baby, your cocks so big." he groans and picks his hips up, forcing the rest of himself into me. we both let out a moan, he fills me up completely. "noona y-you're so warm and tight, m-move please." i nod and start to lift myself at a decent pace. slow enough to not hurt, but fast enough to where he should be satisfied.

but jungkook is just as impatient in real life as he is in bed. and he learns quickly, meeting my hips halfway and bucking into me causing me to moan, "fuck baby you're doing so good."

his grip on my ass loosens and his hands slide to my thighs, lifting me up quickly and turning us around, "may i?" he asks cockily.

i roll my eyes, "won't you anyway?" he rolls us over and leans over me, placing a passionate kiss on my lips. "no, i wouldn't. but i know you want me to." i shake my head and grab the back of his neck, "fuck me already." he grins and lines himself back up, starting out slow and hesitant, and i do my best to direct him when i need to but the great thing about sex is it's mostly intuitive, and he's making quick work of finding a perfect pace and particular spot that makes me tighten around him each time he hits it.

“f-fuck y/n you feel so good.” he lets his head bow towards my shoulder, his silver necklace dangling in my face, momentarily distracting me before he settles at a much faster pace. i grip at the bedsheets, knowing if he keeps this up i might cum before he does.

"shit noona you're so pretty." he lets out, i only hum in response, trying my best to keep everything in. i feel him reach out to my clit, undoubtedly experimenting. i guide his hand and he rubs in circles while going a little harder, almost pulling out completely between each thrust.

it becomes impossible to keep my moans in when he does this, the coil in my stomach ready to burst at any second and my vision gets hazy, "j-jungkook i'm gonna c-cum."

he nods his head, "-m close too," i whine and grip at his shoulders and hair, "shit jungkook, please cum in me baby." he groans, cursing lowly at my request, "that's okay?"

i nod, "i'm on the pill, just, please fucking fill me with your cum." i feel my core tighten at the mere thought of his cum dripping out of me, he cusses and warns me for the last time, "i-i'm cumming noona." i grab his neck and push my lips against him as i feel much orgasm overtake me, my legs shake and he follows closely, painting my insides white, fucking us through our orgasms.

"a-are we done?" he asks, catching his breath. i nod, "yes baby, pull out and lay down, it's time for the best part."

he grins and falls next to me, "that wasn't the best part?" i shake my head, "you should always cuddle afterwards, friends or lovers.

it's rude otherwise." he follows along, pulling me close and wrapping a blanket around our bodies, "ah i see."

"unless she's a hooker-"

“no more hooker talk!"

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thank you for reading <3 have an adorable day :) - ara

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work over pleasure - kth

in order to have everything, you must first be in a position to lose everything. after divorcing the love of your life, you're already halfway there.

» genre: angst!!!, romance, divorce au, pregnancy.

» word count: 1.8k

work over pleasure - kth

"i'll just send it to you in the mail, don't even think about coming here taehyung or so help me god.” i scold my ex-husband over the phone as he bothers me for the hundredth time this week over something he doesn't need, but insists he does.

it's all just an excuse to come over again. the chance to talk to me in person, to see me, to touch me. i sometimes think he likes to argue for sport, for his own entertainment.

he's plenty aware it's all we do when we see each other yet he's constantly bothering me.

“i'm passing our house on my way to work, why can't i just come get it? you're being ridiculous y/n. can't you stand to face me for a minute?”

i scoff then laugh, “truthfully taehyung? no i can't. and it's my house, not ours. it's in my name and i'm the one paying rent, not you.”

his heavy breathing over the line is all i hear, his telltale sign he's deeply annoyed. “what if i bring your bracelet? can we trade off then?”

the businessman in him shows as he makes a deal he knows i can't refuse. having lapped up my most valuable piece of jewelry ‘by accident’ when he left two months ago.

“fine, just don't be late.”

i can practically see his irritating smirk over the phone, “sure thing baby.”

i simply roll my eyes and end the call, not having the energy to scold him anymore.

i haven't had the energy for anything lately, feeling constantly tired and sore despite doing nothing. i even began getting sick before breakfast every morning, but i had chalked that down to my anxiety over my divorce. a simple coincidence.

a part of me knew the truth deep down, but i couldn't take anymore devastation after dealing with a failed marriage with a man i was still horribly in love with.

taehyung was married to his work, not to me. his loyalty rests in the hands of the company he's so proud of. that's what our divorce was over, and that's what made my situation so much more difficult.

standing alone in what was once my husband and i’s house, with a positive pregnancy test in my hand. everything i was scared of, confirmed with one extra blue line.

i couldn't believe it. i refused to, actually. there was no way. taehyung had made it clear he was too busy to start a family, so we were careful. i knew what was happening to our relationship, i wouldn't have been so stupid.

my heart races as i think of every possible excuse as to why this couldn't possibly be real, until three very loud knocks at my door have my attention pulled elsewhere.

i quickly dry my tears and wash my hands before opening the door to a smug looking taehyung, whose expression falls almost instantly as he sees me.

“why-”

“here's your stuff.” i interrupt him, not wanting an interrogation, or any interaction at all from him. it's his fault after all, why i'm in this mess in the first place.

he takes the box from my hands before digging my bracelet out of his pocket and handing it to me, “here's this, sorry again.”

i nod my head as i take it from his hands. i begin to back away and close the door but he forces it open, “w-wait y/n-”

i scowl at him and whine, “taehyung what do you want from me?”

he grins and steps forward, inviting himself back into his old home, “i smell coffee, and yours is so much better than the stuff we have at work, can you make me a cup please? for old times sake?” he smiles sweetly, knowing i can't turn him down.

i silently step aside, closing the door behind him as he heads straight for the kitchen and i walk slowly behind him.

“love what you've done with the place.” he says to be funny, staring at where our photos used to be, which i replaced with pictures of my dog instead. “you really do love him more than me don't you?”

i scoff, “you love your job more than either of us.”

he gives me a forced grin but doesn't reply. the only noise in the house being the rumbling of the coffee machine as we both eagerly wait for it to finish.

“i'm gonna..” he starts awkwardly, “go to the bathroom.”

i nod, completely zoned out while staring at the coffee.

i grab a cup from the cupboard, pouring it in and dropping in two ice cubes to cool it down. i turn around and place it on the counter he was once leaning against and wait for him to come back.

not a second layer he comes rushing back into the kitchen, looking pale as a ghost. he stares at me, unable to get a single word out.

“what's your problem?” i ask, his expression is almost laughable.

“y-you left something in the bathroom.”

i narrow my eyes at him confusedly, then realizing he may have seen the pregnancy test i had sat on the counter before i opened the door.

“n-no thats not-”

“not yours? you would tell me if you were pregnant right?” he asks while walking towards me. i open my mouth to agree but he interrupts me again, “is it mine? did you already have sex with someone else? i can't believe this.” he runs his hands through his hair as he takes a deep breath in, “what the fuck is happening y/n.”

i stare blankly at the floor. i hadn't gotten this far. i had no idea what i wanted to do about this, i had no idea if i wanted him to be involved at all, i had no idea if he'd even want to be involved.

“i-i just found out.” is all i can safely tell him.

he just sighs, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table but not sitting in it, instead he pulls me over, sitting me down on it before sitting beside me. “it's mine isn't it? i-i mean,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “you didn't hook up with someone this soon right?”

i can't muster up the courage to look him in the eyes. unsure of what exactly i was afraid of, possibly the one thing i've always wanted, a real family of my own, being torn away from me so quickly if he tells me he wants nothing to do with this.

“i-it is.” it comes out as a whisper, my voice betraying me before my emotions do, feeling my tears fall again for reasons unbeknownst to me.

“and you just found out? when?”

i look at him for a split second, his expression unreadable as always, “just before you got here.”

“you haven't even been to the doctors yet?” i shake my head. he rises from his seat, grabbing his coffee and phone that were waiting for him on the counter. i start to think maybe this was it, he was finally leaving.

that is until his hand is out in front of me, asking me to take it. i look up at him and he tilts his head, “let's go.”

i take his hand and let him lead me towards the door, putting on my coat for me, “go where?”

he just chuckles, “to the doctors, i want to make sure my baby is healthy.” his behavior confuses me deeply but i let him continue regardless, helping me slip my shoes on as he pauses before opening the door again, “you included, y/n.”

he takes notice of my deeply muddled expression and stops what he's doing. he grabs my hands and looks me in the eyes, attempting to portray his sincerity before he's even spoke, “you don't have to take me back, but if you're gonna go through with this, i can't let you do it alone. even if all you do is yell at me and call me names the whole time, i'll take it all.” he pauses, and i can tell he's struggling to express himself.

“you don't have to taehyung.” i tell him.

“i love you more than anything y/n, i know you don't believe that, you always tell me i'm married to my work and i admit i put it first before you, and i'm sincerely sorry for making you feel ignored and unloved, but i've been trying to tell you this and prove it to you ever since you told me you wanted a divorce. i did it because i want to be able to spoil you and our children, but i went overboard with it and it costed me the greatest thing to ever happen to me in my entire life, so please, let me make it up to you.”

i stare at him, waiting for him to show any signs of regret or dishonesty but he's confident. he smiles and reaches a hand up to my face to wipe away my tears, “i love you.”

i sniffle and look away, “don't say that now.”

“but i mean it.”

i shake my head, “if i could think rationally right now, i would probably be kicking your balls for putting us in this situation.”

my comment does as it's intended to, making us both laugh aloud and ease the mood. i don't want to be mad anymore. i'm tired of being upset and exhausted all the time. i want my husband back, but not because of this.

“taehyung, i really don't want my child to grow up with parents who can't stand to be around each other, who do nothing but bicker endlessly. that's exactly what i had and i can't bring an innocent child into that environment so all i ask is that you prove you've changed. you stay for me, because you love me and you're sorry.”

"i am! i will, i promise.” he says with no hesitation, stepping closer and leaning down, “c-can i kiss you? please?”

“once.” i tell him, knowing i was way too needy and hormonal to say no to him.

he wastes no time giving me a sweet and short kiss to show his gratitude, pulling away with a stupid smile that makes me laugh.

“if they have your smile we’re in trouble.” i tell him, plenty aware he knows it's my favorite thing about him.

“my cute boxy smile.” he mocks me, “the ladies will be all over him.”

“or her.” i correct, not wanting to call it so soon.

he opens the door and slings an arm around my shoulders, “regardless, i'll love them as much as i love you.”

i eye him, “more, i hope.”

he places a gentle kiss on the top of my head and guides me by my arm as he walks me to the car, “i'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

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Aftercare - kth

"aftercare": a post-sex necessity, and not one taehyung is usually fond of (or familiar with).

» genre: fluff, drabble

» word count: less than 1k

Aftercare - kth

i let go of the bedsheets crunched under my hands and let my legs fall limp against the bed as my boyfriend rolls over beside me, equally as exhausted.

we rest in a comfortable silence, soaking in each other's presence as we come down from our highs.

"a-are you okay?" he asks almost shyly, causing me to grin and turn my head to face him.

"i feel amazing." i answer him honestly, watching an unfamiliar heat take onto his cheeks.

he nods with a sheepish grin before sitting up. i relax back into the bed, letting my eyes flutter close, feeling terribly sleepy and wanting nothing but to drown myself in his scent as i fall asleep.

he chuckles quietly, pulling some shorts on and walking towards the bathroom, "did i tire you out?" i hum and nod, turning to cuddle the sheets against my body as i desperately search for another source of warmth. "don't fall asleep yet, you should at least let me clean you and dress you up before you fall asleep."

after sighing i sit up with the blankets wrapped around me and pout, "do i have to?”

he grins and walks to me, pulling me out of the bed and into the bathroom where the water was already running in the semi-filled tub.

"yes, you have to. just sit and i'll do everything for you." i look up at him, bewildered at his behavior. i love taehyung dearly, but the “caretaker” role is something he is extremely unfamiliar with. he is unfamiliar with how to express many emotions and to his credit, he's improved a lot over the course of our relationship.

i was hesitant at the start but i believed he was a man of his words, and to say i'm happily surprised is an understatement. truthfully, i'm proud.

instead of bombarding him with my thoughts and possibly overwhelming him, i settle with a thank you and a peck on the cheek before entering the warm tub.

he reaches over to grab my loofa, taking the soap and applying it onto it before activating it with water and washing me with it.

he's almost too gentle in the way he touches me, exactly like he was in bed moments ago.

treating me like a porcelain doll.

he finishes washing my body as best he can with little help from me, i'm too busy zoning in and out. his feathery touches mixed with the warmth of the bath would be enough to put anyone to sleep at an instant.

"do you feel good?" he asks hesitantly.

i open my eyes to see him looking back at me,

"i feel great taehyung, you don't have to keep asking me that."

he looks down timidly before standing up and pulling a towel out of the closet, "stand up for me baby.

i slowly rise from the tub, ignoring his burning gaze on my body for the sake of focusing on not slipping as i step out. he doesn't waste a second, wrapping the towel around to keep me warm as he pats me down.

he stops suddenly, staring at me wordlessly,

"what?" i ask him with a light laugh.

he shrugs, "you're just, really beautiful. i-i know i don't say it a lot but whenever i think about it i just, never can get the words out. there's no right word to describe you.”

i stand there, dripping stoically as i process what he said. as i begin to reply he leaves the bathroom.

"hey wait, you can't just say that and leave!"

i hear him chuckle, stopping in front of our dresser as he starts pulling out clean clothes for us both.

"are shorts and a t-shirt good? or do you want pants?”

i pad my way over to him and wrap my arms around his waist, "that sounds fine, so long as it's one of your shirts.

"are yours not good enough?"

i roll my eyes and pull away from him, just give me something comfy."

he nods and hands me my underwear, pants, and one of his favorite tee-shirts, along with a peck on my head, "anything for my princess."

i shake my head at the sarcastic nickname that has obviously grown on him while we change. i throw myself back into bed, craving sleep and warmth. i reach my hand out to taehyung as he purposefully takes his time in joining me.

"tachyungie~" i whine, "please lay down."

he laughs, "why? i like standing." he stretches, “good for the knees.”

i pout and turn my back to him, "fine, stand the whole night then."

i hear him laugh and after a few moments the bed dips on his side and his arm slides across my waist and he presses his body against mine.

“sorry, you're just so fun to tease.”

i continue to ignore him, causing him to sigh. he then begins to leave little kisses along my head, neck, and shoulders, before surrendering his romantic gestures and going straight to just tickling me.

i laugh and squirm, “o-okay, quit! i-i’m not mad anymore!”

“good, glad you found it in your heart to forgive me.” he stops his attack and pulls me closer, "because i love you."

that wasn't the first time that night i’d heard it, but each time somehow feels more genuine and warm than the last.

"i love you more."

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Underneath the Mistletoe - jjk

best friends to lovers <3 but it's christmas themed :)

» genre: fluff (a litttttllleeee angst, they're idiots)

» word count: 1.7k

Underneath the Mistletoe - jjk

December 14th; 5:32pm

being an only child sucked, you concluded. it surely had its perks, but one of them was definitely not your parents vacationing during december and leaving you to decorate the house on your own. you couldn't simply leave it undecorated so close to christmas, that would be a crime.

so you huff as you fall onto the couch dramatically, and dial up the only person you know to help, and the only one who can reach the top of the tree.

your long-time and achingly annoying best friend, jeon jungkook, is at your door in next to no time. so fast, you'd almost theorize he was in fact waiting for you to call.

“i'm surprised you asked me at all, did i tease you too much last year? i thought the tree looked amazing without any decorations at the top.” he laughed heavily at the memory of a barren tree last year because you were too stubborn to ask for help, and even the ladder was no help.

you hit his shoulder and whine, “would you rather me try to reach it and fall off the ladder to my death?”

he chuckles and shakes his head, untangling the lights as he responds, “of course not. but a broken arm in exchange for a beautifully decorated christmas tree sounds like something you'd be willing to do.”

you grin unknowingly at his words, impressed that he knew you so well, “it would be worth it.” your determination and passion for the holidays is matched by few, the sheer amount of things in these holiday boxes were a testament to that, and jungkook knew all too well how your mood brightened and your eyes would sparkle more as soon as november passed, if you even waited that long.

“hey y/n, look.” you lifted your head to see him poking around in another box, before holding up a string of mistletoe as he wiggles his eyebrows. “your parents have good taste.”

you cringe at the sight and tell him to put it away, your parents were gifted that years ago and never put it up, and you were single, so there was no point in fussing over extras. “ew, no, put it back.”

he shakes his head amusedly, “it adds character! and you never know what could happen between now and christmas.”

you roll your eyes and waive him off, “fine, whatever, put it where you want, just hurry up so you can help me put these lights up.”

he smiles widely and runs to hang it somewhere else in the house, “yes ma’am!”

December 28th; 5:35pm

the memories bring a smile back to your face as you wait for him yet again, volunteering to help you take the decorations down since he was “the only one who could reach to put them up” as he worded it.

throughout the day you’d been looking for the mistletoe he’d hung, but living in a decent sized house proved difficult to locate where exactly he’d put it.

you only cease when he knocks at the door, opening it to the sight of him dressed nicely in dark pants and a red sweater. “you do know christmas is over, right?” you tease.

he shakes his head and shoves you into the house, inviting himself in as he’s done many times before. “let's get started! the sooner we finish the sooner we can order pizza and watch cringey romance movies.”

you chuckle, “okay but i've gotten about everything except for that stupid mistletoe, did you even hang it?” you ask, still looking around cluelessly as he climbs the ladder to take down the tiny ornaments and the star. you look at him when he purposefully ignores your question with a smirk, “fine whatever, don't tell me.”

the hours fly by as you hand him the last christmas box, “we’re not finished.” he laughs.

“what do you mean? we finished taking down the tree and the window decorations what else-”

“the mistletoe.” he says with a matching, mischievous grin. “come on, i'll take you to it.” he grabs your hand and leads you room after room until you reach the hallway where the stairs are located, “there!”

you chuckle and examine it, “that's such a weird place to put it, no one comes this far into the house.”

“i do.” he states with a pout.

you laugh, “and who are you planning to

kiss under the mistletoe?”

he lets silence consume us when he chooses not to reply to your snarky statement, you look at him curiously, “you're a hopeless romantic jungkook.”

he raises and eyebrow, inching closer towards you, “hopeless? says who.”

“says me.” you laugh, not taking him seriously whatsoever. and there, lied your mistake.

“well, i say you're wrong.” he speaks slowly, not breaking eye contact as you realize just how close he is. being as close as you are, you've had your fair share of awkward situations and flirtatious jokes, but you figured that's all they ever were, jokes.

his words leave you speechless, this is different, this is uncharted territory. he’s just playing, there's no way, right?

you know life is no hallmark movie, but all skepticism drains from your body when his hand rests on your hip and his eyes can't help but stray to your lips.

he’s nervous, you can tell by the way he's biting his lip, a long time habit of his. and just as you always do, you take a hand to his face and pull at his lip.

he smiles, “i'm not going to kiss you because you're under the mistletoe.”

your eyes glance up at his, “you're not?” not to make assumptions, but, where else was this heading? was he really just teasing me?

he smiles, “do you want me to?”

you open your mouth but no words come out. i wasn't sure what i wanted. life's biggest dilemma, you guess. admit you're head over heels infatuated, arguably even in love, with your best friend, effectively changing your relationship forever, or live on knowing you chose safety over happiness.

he pulled you closer, “if i were to kiss you, it'd be because i want to.” he says suddenly, making your head spin like you were thrown onto a merry-go-round with no idea how to get off.

he watches your reaction intently and giggles quietly, “and maybe because it's bad luck if we don't, and i know how superstitious you are.”

you steady yourself by grabbing onto his arm and look up at him, “did you just confess or are you kidding?”

he scoffs, “you think i'd joke about having feelings for you? honestly i thought you knew.” you shake your head and he scratches the back of his neck, “a-actually, i wanted to kiss you the day i put this up. i couldn't get you to come this way though, you were dead-set on your decorating so i gave up.” he bites his lip to hold back a smile, “and watching you run around with a cheesy smile all day was worth the wait, you were so happy i didn't want to ruin it with my stupid confession.”

all the pieces fall into place in my mind as he speaks. he really hadn't hid it at all, you'd just been oblivious or too scared to see what was in front of you the whole time. jungkook was your only real friend, and you’d mistakened all of his moves for something a “flirty best friend” would do, when a part of you knew that just didn't fit.

“kiss me.” you tell him

“what?” he asks quickly, bewildered by your sudden change in behavior.

you laugh at his flustered state and grab at the back of his neck, he takes the hint and soon enough he’s just as close as he was before. “y/n you don't have to-”

but you did, have to. you repressed your thoughts and feelings for so long and dreamed what this would be, you were not going to be stupid any longer, he's right in front of you. you pulled him into you and pressed your lips against his.

his lips were as perfect as you’d always thought they'd be. soft and smooth, his obsession with chapstick really does pay off. butterflies danced in your stomach and you’re sure he could feel the heat on your cheeks. it was painfully sweet, he was gentle and you were impatient, the only thing in common was neither of you could pull away.

and when he finally did, you both stood breathlessly.

“w-why did you do that.” is the first thing he says.

you frown jokingly, “no bad luck.”

he gives a fake smile with a disheartened laugh, “oh.” his arms fall from your waist as he attempts to take a step back.

you grin and grab his arm, “where are you going? i'm not done.”

“i am, this was a bad idea. you shouldn't kiss someone you don't like, y/n.”

you look at him with furrowed eyebrows, “but i do.”

he looks down at you, not believing your words one bit, and you realize you're not on the same page at all, “you don't have to lie to not hurt my feelings either-”

“i'm not lying jungkook!” you raise your voice, “stop being so dense! how could i not fall for you?” you take a breath and compose yourself as he stares through you, “i thought this whole time that we were just friends, you're right. b-but i was just afraid this was all in my head, a-and you were just being you and i would be a fool to to think too much into it.” you stare down at your feet, “a-and you’re the only person i can't afford losing, jungkook. if confessing meant possibly losing you, i couldn't do it.”

he sighs and nods, “i get it, i was scared too, but i think it's worth it, if it meant i get to be with you.”

you chuckle and push him away for being so cheesy but he pulls you closer and holds you tighter. “so, just to be sure-”

“i like you too, jungkook.”

he nods solemnly. “bet you're glad i put that stupid mistletoe up now, huh?”

you look up at him as he sways you gently back and forth, “i guess it can stay for a while longer.”

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Babysitter

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Warnings: this is almost 3 years old now so

Synopsis: You babysit Taehyung’s little cousins. As a famous idol, he’s not around a lot. But, this night, he decides to make a surprise visit.

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You'd just finished making dinner when there was a knock at the door. The two boys you were babysitting didn't even look up from their plates as you left to answer the door. 

"Hello?" you asked, pulling open the door. 

You stood in shock at the boy who stood in front of you. Kim Taehyung. He wore a pair of sweats, a hoodie with the hood pulled over his messy blond hair, and a mask; but you could still tell it was him. 

He pulled down the mask when he met your eyes and bowed politely. He carried a large duffel bag on his shoulders that looked to packed heavily. 

"Ah, Y/N," he said. "I take it my aunt and uncle aren't home?" 

You nodded sheepishly, surprised the boy still remembered your name. Your families had been friends since you and Taehyung were children. He was only a year older than you, but because he had moved so far away and was successful, it sometimes felt like he was a whole generation older than you.

"Do you mind if I come in and see the boys? I wanted to surprise them," he said, holding up his duffel bag, which you assumed held various presents for his younger cousins. 

You nodded and stepped aside and allowed the boy to step inside. With the shut of the door, the two boys curiosity was piqued and you soon heard excited footsteps and yells. 

"Boys!" you chastised. "Remember your manners!" 

The two boys immediately bowed to their cousin before rushing to hug him again. Taehyung had crouched down and opened his arms wide, lovingly crushing both boys into his chest. 

"I have presents for you," he said, unzipping the duffel bag partway. "Have you been good for your parents, respected your elders?" 

The boys nodded furiously, anxiously trying to peer into the bag. 

Tae pulled out two toys for each of them. They squealed in delight and hugged their elder cousin again. The toys looked expensive, something they would normally only get during a special occasion. Which--you figured to these boys--Tae's visit was a special occasion. 

"All right," you said, taking control of the situation. "You can play with your new toys for an hour, but then you have to go to bed." 

The boys whined until you pointed out it was just cutting into their hour. You couldn't help but laugh slightly. 

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You were surprised when Tae followed you into the kitchen. He began helping you clean up dinner, helping you load the dishwasher. 

"How long are you in Daegu?" you asked. 

"A week," he answered. "I just flew in this afternoon." 

"How's your family? I don't see them as often since I moved to university." 

You didn't really move far, just into a dorm in a different part of the city, but because you weren't home as often, you didn't see Tae's parents when they came to visit. You did occasionally see his sister, trying to make plans with her every month or so. She was a year younger than you and you'd always felt like a sister to her, you felt obligated to be a role model to her. 

You saw Tae's aunt, uncle, and little cousins most because you still babysat for them on occasional weekends. You'd started when you were in high school, when oldest boy was a baby and the second wasn't even born yet

"Good," he said. "I don't see them much either." 

You knew that pained Taehyung. He'd always been so close to his family and you remember when he first moved to Seoul and you kept in touch for the first few months, he'd call you and tell you how much he missed his family. But, soon those calls stopped and you assumed he'd stopped missing you too. 

"I haven't seen your family since before I moved to Seoul," he said. "Your brother out of university?" 

"Yeah," you answered. "He works in Seoul now, actually. He got a fancy job up there." 

Taehyung looked excited at that. His body physically moving upward and his eyes widening. 

"You'll have to give me his number! I'd love to meet up with him." 

You agreed, shutting the dishwasher and starting its cycle. 

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The boys--as you expected--would not go to bed. They were still too excited with their new toys and with Tae's presence. He indulged them for a little while, listening to their ramblings about their classmates and about the TV shows they liked.

Tae in turn told them stories about Seoul and being an idol--at least the kid friendly stories. He promised them that he could introduce them to their favorite animated character and you couldn't help but smile. 

You put on an episode of their favorite show, which normally calmed them, and put them to sleep halfway through the second episode. You queued up the show and sat down on the couch. Both of the boys wedged themselves on either side of Tae and he put one of his arms around each of them. 

Just after the first episode, both of the boys were sleeping soundly. You smiled over at Tae and each of you carried one of the boys to their room. After tucking each of them in, the two of you made you way back to the living room. 

The kid's show was still playing and neither you got up to change it, or had any other suggestion of what to watch. 

“Still like Chocolate Corns?" he asked, pulling a bag of the snack from his duffel. 

You smiled and nodded and reached for the bag. You opened them and popped one in your mouth. You were surprised he remembered your favorite snack and couldn't help the smile that broke out across your face. 

"It's getting late," you said. "Your aunt and uncle typically don't get back until the early morning. You really don't have to stay." 

"You sound like you don't want me to," Tae teased, sneaking one of the Chocolate Corns from the bag. 

"No, Tae, it's just you're only here a week. I understand you might want to go home and see your family." 

"They're asleep by now, anyway," he said. "Besides, I missed you." 

"Really?" you asked, trying to hide your blush. "Then, how come you never call?" 

You only meant to tease the boy, you knew his busy schedule rarely allowed him to call his parents. However, Tae knitted his eyebrows and looked down at you. 

"No, Tae, I was just teasing," you said. "I know you don't have time to call." 

"I knew you'd be here," he said, quietly, his deep voice taking on a huskier quality. "I wanted to see you." 

He pressed his forehead to yours, both of your breaths smelling of chocolate. His hands roamed up to your hair and you closed your eyes feeling his breath graze over your lips. 

"No," he said. "I want to save this for the right time. Would you go on a date with me? Sometime this week, before I have to leave." 

"Yes," you said, smiling. 

He moved hair out of your face and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

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You heard the door close and immediately popped up. Tae's aunt and uncle had just walked in. Tae appeared to have also fallen asleep, based on his disheveled hair and half open eyes. 

"Taehyung!" they exclaimed, rushing to greet their nephew. 

They either hadn't noticed how you two had been asleep in each other's arms or had chosen not to comment on it. 

"The boys are fast asleep," you said, once the pleasantries had been exchanged. "I should get going it's late." 

"Oh, Taehyung, be polite and take the girl home?" his aunt said, winking at you. She had noticed. You tried to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

"I'd love to."

Show & Tell

Genre: Teacher!Reader, Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: One of your students brings his famous (and cute) cousin for show and tell.

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"Come on, sachon hyung!" the voice of one of your students called out from down the hall. You recognized his voice as one of your youngest students, Kim Junseo. 

"Teacher!" the boy called, walking through the classroom. Behind him, he dragged a guy probably around your age. You were caught off guard at his cheeky smile. "I brought my cousin for show and tell today! He's an idol!" The boy spoke quickly, hardly getting the words out right. 

"Oh well, show and tell isn't until the end of the day, Junseo. I'm sure your cousin has other things to do until then." 

"No!" the boy protested. "He promised to spend his whole day with me!" 

"All right, Junseo, why don't sit down and get ready for class? I'll talk with your cousin." 

The boy went to his seat and began to aimlessly color in his notebook. You couldn't help but think it was cute, the boy obviously looked up to his older cousin. 

"Kim Taehyung," he said, holding out his hand. 

You reached out and shook his hand politely. You had noticed that he looked vaguely familiar, but you were now certain that he was from BTS. Due to your busy university schedule and the stresses that came with your first year of teaching, you had only vaguely heard their name and music in the background.

"BTS?" you asked. 

Taehyung perked up, a smile breaking out across his face. You to admit--he had a nice smile--you could see where Junseo got his infuriatingly adorable smile from. 

"Are you part of Army?!" 

"Army?" 

His face fell. 

"Our fans," he said. "That's what their called." 

"Oh, no," you said. "Sorry, I've just seen you around." 

He nodded. 

"I did promise to spend the day with him," Taehyung said. "I don't want to disrupt class, of course. But I'm only in Daegu another day."

You thought over the situation. It was obvious Junseo didn't see his cousin much and idolized him. And having another set of adult hands to handle your classroom full of 5 and 6-year-olds was appealing. 

"All right," you said. "You can stay until show and tell, but you'll have to help out." 

"No problem." 

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You'd left him alone with the kids for a few minutes to grab the next activity you'd accidentally left in the teacher's lounge. You'd left them all singing a simple song about counting you figured even the kid's could continue on their own. 

However, when you walked back into the classroom, all of the children were back at their seat's laughing as Taehyung passed out candy, he'd apparently been hiding the whole time. 

While candy was sometimes allowed in the classroom on special occasions, it would only hype up the children and cause them to be less focused on the activities. 

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"I just wanted to make today as fun for him as possible," Taehyung said, when you pulled him aside. 

"I understand that, but they won't focus on the lessons now," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Y/N. I promise I'll keep out of the way."

"Wait," you said. An idea forming. "Why don't you teach a lesson? We sing and dance a lot. We could all write a song together." 

After further expanding the idea, Taehyung agreed. 

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"All right, class, this is Kim Taehyung and he's going to help us write a song." 

The rest of the lesson went smoothly. Taehyung was actually great with children and seemed to love them just as much as you did. You smiled as the kids would sing and dance and pretend to be idols. He laughed and encouraged them. In the end, the class ended up creating a new song that helped teach them colors. 

"We wrote it ourselves, Teacher!" one of your students said, beaming. 

"I'm so proud of you!" you said. 

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Junseo stood at the front of the class. Taehyung sat on a stool beside him and waved to the class as Junseo introduced him as his cousin. 

"He's an idol and he's in this band BTS. They're really cool and they get to travel all over the world. I don't get to see Tae much, but I see him on magazines and stuff. I even got to go to the big arena and see him perform once. I want to be an idol when I grow up too, because I want people to come see me like that." 

You were trying to hold back tears as the little boy talked about his cousin. It was sweet to know that he had a good role model in his life. 

Taehyung, too, seemed slightly emotional, although he was holding it back. You noticed his watery eyes and he bit his lip a few times. 

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"Thank you for letting me be in your classroom today," Taehyung said, Junseo held his hand beside him. "It means a lot that I could spend the day with Junseo." 

"Of course," you said. "The kids had a great time and I think they actually learned something in the process." You laughed and found that you had actually enjoyed having him help you in the classroom. 

"You know, I have one more day in Daegu before I have to leave and I'm going to be picking Junseo up from school tomorrow. Would you want to do something afterwards?" 

"Something?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. 

"Anything you want," he said. 

"Like a date?" 

"If that's what you want."

Caffeinated

Pairing - Park Jimin x Reader

Genre- fluff fluff FLUFF!

I love going to cafés.

Scratch that! I love going to that one café, every single morning on my way to work.It is a quaint little café around the corner, serving the most delicious coffee on the planet and the most exquisite view.

Of the guy.

Behind the counter.

Okay I admit I go to that café to look at Mr.Adonis behind the counter!

But in my defence he is most beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes on.His dazzling smile, rosy plump lips, scruffy blonde hair, angelic eyes, I could go on and on all day long.It has become my daily routine to go to the café,order a cup of latte, take the seat near the window and gawk at him.....and then show up late for work.I know it sounds borderline stalkerish but I just can’t help it because I consider it my duty to appreciate true beauty and also because I’m hopelessly attracted to him.

And this hopeless attraction turns me into a shy high school girl who blushes profusely , chickens out and freezes whenever she sees her crush.Every single night I make up my mind, give myself pep talks to ask him out and I fail miserably the next morning .I had even planned on writing a letter to him ( inspired by Lara Jean) but I gave up on it. I just want to ask him out and turn my cheesy romantic daydreams into reality.

Today, I’m running a little late to work but I decide to stop by the café to pick up a cup of coffee,the key to my survival. I enter the cafe to be welcomed by the wonderful aroma of coffee and Mr.Adonis’s glorious face behind the counter.

Wait a minute!

Mr.Adonis’s glorious face?Where is the other barista who usually takes my order? How am I supposed to order without stuttering like a lovesick fool? And it had to be today of all days isn’t it? The day when I’m horribly late!

After mustering up a little courage, I make my way towards the counter to get my daily dose of latte.Mr.Adonis aka Jimin(I took a peek at his name tag) greets me with a heartwarming smile and a sweet “Good morning,How can I help you?”. His voice is so mellifluous, I could just die hearing him utter those words.I pull myself together ,try not to look like a swooning and place my order successfully(without stuttering or choking). He goes on to prepare my cup of coffee and looks like an angel while doing so and I’m just swooning at every single move of his, hoping that he won’t catch me googly eyeing at him.Once done he picks up a black marker, writes my name on the cup and then hands over the cup to me.

As I make my way towards the exit, I glanced down at the cup. “Can I have your number?” was written in place of my name.I glanced back, and our eyes met.

I just wanted to write something very relatable cause cmon we’ve all been there right? I hope you enjoyed reading this. Thank you for reading💜 Stay Safe and Stay Happy💜

beatitudo (k.taehyung x reader)

warnings/tags: domestic fluff, fashiondesigner!taehyung x reader, decorating their safe haven for Christmas ft. yeontan tryna eat up the realistic looking, EXPENSIVE candy canes, Christmas fluff whatnot, reader had a BAD day at work :/

genre: fluff okay. pure, sweet fluff.

words: 582 words

It's cold. Freezing cold just like the attitude that the new intern gave you now. You're known for being the most patient person hence why the new interns are sent to you in case of doubts and emergencies. They're usually jittery and nervous so handling this one was a bit of a task. You hand him the file, "all you have to do is give this to your department head okay?" the intern, Jae-eon? Jae-yun?, you're not sure gives you a look. "can't he get it himself? is he so lazy?" he scoffs. You put your hands behind you, while looking polite you're fisting your hands so hard you're pretty your nails have made permanent marks on your skin. "just give it yeah? I'm signing off now." You get up and take your things, having had enough of him and the chilly interior of the office. You just wanna go home now.

You glance at your phone while getting in your car. Taehyung's still in Hawaii, the last time he texted you, "wish you here," he said, "all the pretty flowers here remind me of you." You smile, recalling the way Yeontan was jumping all over your phone when he heard his dearest appa's voice. The same doggo is creating ruckus back at your place, "Tan ah please no, your mother is gonna be so mad when she find out you've bitten all of the tiny snowmen!" a unique, baritone voice whines, making Yeontan more eager to make all the Christmas baubles his personal chew toys.

You expected a quiet welcome back home. Maybe Tannie jumping around your feet, pestering you with his tiny nose to fill his feed bowl. What you didn't expect was your living room in complete shambles, while a fluffy haired man is lying face down getting attacked by your favourite teacup pomeranian. You gasp and drop your bags, not expecting Taehyung to be back so soon, "You said you'll be back Friday!" picking up Yeontan and putting him on the couch. A boxy smile is shot your way, "hello to you too baby," he gets up and pulls you down, "did the intern give you a hard time?" He squishes your cheeks as if he's inspecting you, "he did, aw poor baby" he hugs you tightly, eager to give you the affection you've been pining for weeks. You soak it all in while observing the living room, "did a tornado get into our living room? cause-" "shhh, you sad and I take care of you."

"Maybe we should put Tan on top instead of the star. You know he loves being the center of attention," Taehyung jokes as he wraps the fairy lights around the tree. You're cuddling said center of attention and feeding him a bit of dog biscuit when you realize, "didn't you say you wouldn't be here for Christmas?" you look at him curiously, wondering what changed his mind. "Christmas without you would just not be Christmas at all," Taehyung smiles as switches on the lights. You'd like to think you're tearing up because of the sudden brightness but you and Taehyung both know why. He sits next to you and hugs you, "thank you for staying beside me, even though I wasn't here half the time." You kiss his forehead, "i love you," you say, like it's the simplest thing in the world. Taehyung puts his head in your neck and you can feel him smile when he says, "i love you more."

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the child, the angel, the sea. (k.taehyung x reader)

warnings/tags: soloidol!taehyung x reader, talks about missing their childhood, healing, friendstolovers!au, comfort

genre: slight angst, fluff

words: 750 words

a/n: inspired by my sea by iu and angel baby by troye sivan. watch me write a fic with just 2 dialogues :D I'm quite proud of this, even after an unsaid kinda short hiatus(?) I found my way back to writing again.

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"it's been a while."

It sure as hell has been. The last time you saw Kim Taehyung was when he was throwing sand around the playground, calling it "summer snow". You and Kim Taehyung were partners in crime, always pulling pranks on your fellow classmates and the teachers. Sitting under a huge tree in your local park, both of you used to dream meaningless dreams, where at that time, it was your everything. You used to wish, hell you still do, if you could go back to those simple times. Where the only worries were if your shoes matched your dress and if your coloring was within the lines. You scan Taehyung's face, not surprised to see his childish features moulded into a handsome face. You look at his deep eyes, which you've noticed, is devoid of emotion. You know Taehyung's doing the same back at you because none of you say a thing about how the both of you changed but at the same time, didn't. You offer an idea of a discreet reunion, knowing if you both went to drink, it would be on the headlines within minutes. He accepts.

Taehyung never expected to run into you at a quiet cafe, a shocking contrast to your loud personality. Then again, he never thought he'd run into someone who knew the old him. The one who found simple joy in a window studded with racing raindrops. The one who cherished the feeling of sticky fingers after eating a popsicle. The one who's been dreaming of vast galaxies and gleaming stars. He's been wanting to reconnect with the inner, innocent him. He can't quite place the feeling, having various thoughts and daydreams of his childhood, of his family's farm and of you. He thought he knew you but after seeing you, he thinks that, maybe just maybe, you might be going through the same thing. He thinks your rendezvous might be a fresh breath of air, a trip back to your sea.

While you ready your balcony for space for the little reunion, you realize the voice from your dreams about the childhood which you long for, was him. You had forgotten it, forgotten how it used to rack up butterflies in your stomach, forgotten how he used to call you back every time whenever you took a trip to your sea. You told him the sea was his as much it was yours. Taehyung used to smile, that infamous boxy grin, and tell you he would only come there if you would be there. You smile at the memory, which was tucked in the corner of your head. Taehyung always felt like a holiday, a break from your overbearing parents. He was, to say simply, your angel.

Taehyung loved you, simply. Simply because he found solace in you. Simply because he was able to find himself again. Right now, while jotting down lyrics in his notepad with you leaning against him, playing with Yeontan, it looks simple, seems simple even. But for him, ever since your little conclave in your balcony, he's found light again. He may face darkness again and god forbid lose himself again. Pretend to not know himself. But he knows he won't. Simply because he's found his light, his galaxies, innocent dreams with you and your sea. 

What is the sea, you may wonder. It's a figment of your imagination, something you made up to escape reality. You always loved the sea, wanting to be one of the waves, carefree and rolling around, going anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes, you're engulfed by the sea, drowning almost. You're scared of those times, forgetting how to breathe. You're not afraid anymore, you muse as you play with Yeontan's fur. You close your eyes when you see your awkward face, close your eyes when you're unsure of something. Those times, you can't find your way back to your peaceful sea, instead you find yourself being in a storm, an overwhelming tsunami. Those times may never happen again, you think happily, as you've found your angel again. He came at the right time, pulling you out of your tribulation. He, being the angel that he is, helped you find the way back to your sea. You know, if that happens again, you know the way back by-heart. You, in turn, helped Taehyung find his inner child. You don't like to take credit but Taehyung says the galaxies spread out within your sea's wide skies wouldn't be there if it wasn't for you. You say you gave him clues on his harrowing quest. He says, quite simply, "we've found each other again."

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the child, the angel, the sea. (k.taehyung x reader)

warnings/tags: soloidol!taehyung x reader, talks about missing their childhood, healing, friendstolovers!au, comfort

genre: slight angst, fluff

words: 750 words

a/n: inspired by my sea by iu and angel baby by troye sivan. watch me write a fic with just 2 dialogues :D I'm quite proud of this, even after an unsaid kinda short hiatus(?) I found my way back to writing again.

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"it's been a while."

It sure as hell has been. The last time you saw Kim Taehyung was when he was throwing sand around the playground, calling it "summer snow". You and Kim Taehyung were partners in crime, always pulling pranks on your fellow classmates and the teachers. Sitting under a huge tree in your local park, both of you used to dream meaningless dreams, where at that time, it was your everything. You used to wish, hell you still do, if you could go back to those simple times. Where the only worries were if your shoes matched your dress and if your coloring was within the lines. You scan Taehyung's face, not surprised to see his childish features moulded into a handsome face. You look at his deep eyes, which you've noticed, is devoid of emotion. You know Taehyung's doing the same back at you because none of you say a thing about how the both of you changed but at the same time, didn't. You offer an idea of a discreet reunion, knowing if you both went to drink, it would be on the headlines within minutes. He accepts.

Taehyung never expected to run into you at a quiet cafe, a shocking contrast to your loud personality. Then again, he never thought he'd run into someone who knew the old him. The one who found simple joy in a window studded with racing raindrops. The one who cherished the feeling of sticky fingers after eating a popsicle. The one who's been dreaming of vast galaxies and gleaming stars. He's been wanting to reconnect with the inner, innocent him. He can't quite place the feeling, having various thoughts and daydreams of his childhood, of his family's farm and of you. He thought he knew you but after seeing you, he thinks that, maybe just maybe, you might be going through the same thing. He thinks your rendezvous might be a fresh breath of air, a trip back to your sea.

While you ready your balcony for space for the little reunion, you realize the voice from your dreams about the childhood which you long for, was him. You had forgotten it, forgotten how it used to rack up butterflies in your stomach, forgotten how he used to call you back every time whenever you took a trip to your sea. You told him the sea was his as much it was yours. Taehyung used to smile, that infamous boxy grin, and tell you he would only come there if you would be there. You smile at the memory, which was tucked in the corner of your head. Taehyung always felt like a holiday, a break from your overbearing parents. He was, to say simply, your angel.

Taehyung loved you, simply. Simply because he found solace in you. Simply because he was able to find himself again. Right now, while jotting down lyrics in his notepad with you leaning against him, playing with Yeontan, it looks simple, seems simple even. But for him, ever since your little conclave in your balcony, he's found light again. He may face darkness again and god forbid lose himself again. Pretend to not know himself. But he knows he won't. Simply because he's found his light, his galaxies, innocent dreams with you and your sea. 

What is the sea, you may wonder. It's a figment of your imagination, something you made up to escape reality. You always loved the sea, wanting to be one of the waves, carefree and rolling around, going anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes, you're engulfed by the sea, drowning almost. You're scared of those times, forgetting how to breathe. You're not afraid anymore, you muse as you play with Yeontan's fur. You close your eyes when you see your awkward face, close your eyes when you're unsure of something. Those times, you can't find your way back to your peaceful sea, instead you find yourself being in a storm, an overwhelming tsunami. Those times may never happen again, you think happily, as you've found your angel again. He came at the right time, pulling you out of your tribulation. He, being the angel that he is, helped you find the way back to your sea. You know, if that happens again, you know the way back by-heart. You, in turn, helped Taehyung find his inner child. You don't like to take credit but Taehyung says the galaxies spread out within your sea's wide skies wouldn't be there if it wasn't for you. You say you gave him clues on his harrowing quest. He says, quite simply, "we've found each other again."

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the child, the angel, the sea. (k.taehyung x reader)

warnings/tags: soloidol!taehyung x reader, talks about missing their childhood, healing, friendstolovers!au, comfort

genre: slight angst, fluff

words: 750 words

a/n: inspired by my sea by iu and angel baby by troye sivan. watch me write a fic with just 2 dialogues :D I'm quite proud of this, even after an unsaid kinda short hiatus(?) I found my way back to writing again.

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"it's been a while."

It sure as hell has been. The last time you saw Kim Taehyung was when he was throwing sand around the playground, calling it "summer snow". You and Kim Taehyung were partners in crime, always pulling pranks on your fellow classmates and the teachers. Sitting under a huge tree in your local park, both of you used to dream meaningless dreams, where at that time, it was your everything. You used to wish, hell you still do, if you could go back to those simple times. Where the only worries were if your shoes matched your dress and if your coloring was within the lines. You scan Taehyung's face, not surprised to see his childish features moulded into a handsome face. You look at his deep eyes, which you've noticed, is devoid of emotion. You know Taehyung's doing the same back at you because none of you say a thing about how the both of you changed but at the same time, didn't. You offer an idea of a discreet reunion, knowing if you both went to drink, it would be on the headlines within minutes. He accepts.

Taehyung never expected to run into you at a quiet cafe, a shocking contrast to your loud personality. Then again, he never thought he'd run into someone who knew the old him. The one who found simple joy in a window studded with racing raindrops. The one who cherished the feeling of sticky fingers after eating a popsicle. The one who's been dreaming of vast galaxies and gleaming stars. He's been wanting to reconnect with the inner, innocent him. He can't quite place the feeling, having various thoughts and daydreams of his childhood, of his family's farm and of you. He thought he knew you but after seeing you, he thinks that, maybe just maybe, you might be going through the same thing. He thinks your rendezvous might be a fresh breath of air, a trip back to your sea.

While you ready your balcony for space for the little reunion, you realize the voice from your dreams about the childhood which you long for, was him. You had forgotten it, forgotten how it used to rack up butterflies in your stomach, forgotten how he used to call you back every time whenever you took a trip to your sea. You told him the sea was his as much it was yours. Taehyung used to smile, that infamous boxy grin, and tell you he would only come there if you would be there. You smile at the memory, which was tucked in the corner of your head. Taehyung always felt like a holiday, a break from your overbearing parents. He was, to say simply, your angel.

Taehyung loved you, simply. Simply because he found solace in you. Simply because he was able to find himself again. Right now, while jotting down lyrics in his notepad with you leaning against him, playing with Yeontan, it looks simple, seems simple even. But for him, ever since your little conclave in your balcony, he's found light again. He may face darkness again and god forbid lose himself again. Pretend to not know himself. But he knows he won't. Simply because he's found his light, his galaxies, innocent dreams with you and your sea. 

What is the sea, you may wonder. It's a figment of your imagination, something you made up to escape reality. You always loved the sea, wanting to be one of the waves, carefree and rolling around, going anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes, you're engulfed by the sea, drowning almost. You're scared of those times, forgetting how to breathe. You're not afraid anymore, you muse as you play with Yeontan's fur. You close your eyes when you see your awkward face, close your eyes when you're unsure of something. Those times, you can't find your way back to your peaceful sea, instead you find yourself being in a storm, an overwhelming tsunami. Those times may never happen again, you think happily, as you've found your angel again. He came at the right time, pulling you out of your tribulation. He, being the angel that he is, helped you find the way back to your sea. You know, if that happens again, you know the way back by-heart. You, in turn, helped Taehyung find his inner child. You don't like to take credit but Taehyung says the galaxies spread out within your sea's wide skies wouldn't be there if it wasn't for you. You say you gave him clues on his harrowing quest. He says, quite simply, "we've found each other again."

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the child, the angel, the sea. (k.taehyung x reader)

warnings/tags: soloidol!taehyung x reader, talks about missing their childhood, healing, friendstolovers!au, comfort

genre: slight angst, fluff

words: 750 words

a/n: inspired by my sea by iu and angel baby by troye sivan. watch me write a fic with just 2 dialogues :D I'm quite proud of this, even after an unsaid kinda short hiatus(?) I found my way back to writing again.

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"it's been a while."

It sure as hell has been. The last time you saw Kim Taehyung was when he was throwing sand around the playground, calling it "summer snow". You and Kim Taehyung were partners in crime, always pulling pranks on your fellow classmates and the teachers. Sitting under a huge tree in your local park, both of you used to dream meaningless dreams, where at that time, it was your everything. You used to wish, hell you still do, if you could go back to those simple times. Where the only worries were if your shoes matched your dress and if your coloring was within the lines. You scan Taehyung's face, not surprised to see his childish features moulded into a handsome face. You look at his deep eyes, which you've noticed, is devoid of emotion. You know Taehyung's doing the same back at you because none of you say a thing about how the both of you changed but at the same time, didn't. You offer an idea of a discreet reunion, knowing if you both went to drink, it would be on the headlines within minutes. He accepts.

Taehyung never expected to run into you at a quiet cafe, a shocking contrast to your loud personality. Then again, he never thought he'd run into someone who knew the old him. The one who found simple joy in a window studded with racing raindrops. The one who cherished the feeling of sticky fingers after eating a popsicle. The one who's been dreaming of vast galaxies and gleaming stars. He's been wanting to reconnect with the inner, innocent him. He can't quite place the feeling, having various thoughts and daydreams of his childhood, of his family's farm and of you. He thought he knew you but after seeing you, he thinks that, maybe just maybe, you might be going through the same thing. He thinks your rendezvous might be a fresh breath of air, a trip back to your sea.

While you ready your balcony for space for the little reunion, you realize the voice from your dreams about the childhood which you long for, was him. You had forgotten it, forgotten how it used to rack up butterflies in your stomach, forgotten how he used to call you back every time whenever you took a trip to your sea. You told him the sea was his as much it was yours. Taehyung used to smile, that infamous boxy grin, and tell you he would only come there if you would be there. You smile at the memory, which was tucked in the corner of your head. Taehyung always felt like a holiday, a break from your overbearing parents. He was, to say simply, your angel.

Taehyung loved you, simply. Simply because he found solace in you. Simply because he was able to find himself again. Right now, while jotting down lyrics in his notepad with you leaning against him, playing with Yeontan, it looks simple, seems simple even. But for him, ever since your little conclave in your balcony, he's found light again. He may face darkness again and god forbid lose himself again. Pretend to not know himself. But he knows he won't. Simply because he's found his light, his galaxies, innocent dreams with you and your sea. 

What is the sea, you may wonder. It's a figment of your imagination, something you made up to escape reality. You always loved the sea, wanting to be one of the waves, carefree and rolling around, going anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes, you're engulfed by the sea, drowning almost. You're scared of those times, forgetting how to breathe. You're not afraid anymore, you muse as you play with Yeontan's fur. You close your eyes when you see your awkward face, close your eyes when you're unsure of something. Those times, you can't find your way back to your peaceful sea, instead you find yourself being in a storm, an overwhelming tsunami. Those times may never happen again, you think happily, as you've found your angel again. He came at the right time, pulling you out of your tribulation. He, being the angel that he is, helped you find the way back to your sea. You know, if that happens again, you know the way back by-heart. You, in turn, helped Taehyung find his inner child. You don't like to take credit but Taehyung says the galaxies spread out within your sea's wide skies wouldn't be there if it wasn't for you. You say you gave him clues on his harrowing quest. He says, quite simply, "we've found each other again."

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