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01. the linchpin | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 1.900 genre: drama, light angst rating: pg-13 warnings: cursing au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: a predictable mistake in buying shares becomes the perfect opportunity for taehyung to show everybody in the company no one is above his rules. what he didn’t know was that his plan would backfire making him question what the real meaning of trust is

A/N: this story began as a drabble bc i love dramatic scenes, whether in movies, television or books. confrontation is always one of my favorite things about them so i decided to try to write one for the first time ever. clearly i still have a lot to learn but i hope you like it!

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Another meeting, another group of incompetent people that I can't believe I hired. Sitting at the end of a long wood table, I scrolled through my phone reading a few emails while all the shareholders took their positions. It was absurd that I had to call a meeting on Friday night because of a predictable and, quite frankly, stupid mistake but here we were.

“Mr. Kim, we're ready” my secretary said discreetly as she handed me a folder filled with documents.

“Thank you” I replied as I got up from the chair and started spreading the papers on the table in front of me.

“Good evening! First, I would like to thank you all for coming on such short notice. The reason for this emergency meeting is to talk about the purchase of a few Min Industries shares” I paused and gazed into the eyes of everyone present. Some of them were curious, tired, others frightened and one in particular very angry.

“I believe all of you realized that ever since it happened our company has started to fall into devaluation, thanks to someone’s stupid and hasty decision” I continued while looking at the documents before me. “I don't want an explanation about what happened or why it happened, just how we are going to solve it” I turned and faced my main suspect, “Today”

“Mr. Kim, if I may, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that there is nothing legally wrong with the purchase” said Lee Sung, one of our oldest and most efficient lawyers. Still, it was a matter of principle for me and everyone knew that.

“I understand, Mr. Lee, but this is not what I'm worried about” I began calmly walking around the table while elaborating my thoughts, “You see... although Min Industries doesn’t compete directly with us they have affiliates who do. Therefore…”

“Therefore it’s smart to buy the shares precisely because it gives us more control over the affiliates” said Y/N, interrupting me.

I couldn't help the smirking that escaped my lips. Y/N took the bait and it was all I needed. From the beginning, I knew she was the one leading the expansion project and everything was going well until she put my credibility with Min Yoon Gi in check.

Yoon Gi and I are old friends, practically brothers, but our families have a particular rivalry that has lasted for almost 50 years. It is nothing that explicit or dramatic. An outsider wouldn't see the animosity, for example. I see it as a truce, however, it's still a delicate matter for our parents and grandparents. When we both took over the businesses, we agreed that we would not repeat their mistakes and promised to interfere as little as possible in each other's company. If it was strictly necessary, we would have to talk before any steps were taken. That was the deal and that is why I was furious at Y/N's audacity to make a decision like this one. She was aware of our family's situation even if not exactly about what I had promised my friend.

“Are you serious, miss Y/LN?”

“Why would I be kidding?” she replied looking confused, twisting the pen between her fingers like she was bored.

“I have no idea, but to call that a smart decision, one that immediately impacts my company's profit, not to mention my personal reputation, seems like a joke. And a bad one to say the least” I said, staring at her intensely as I approached her chair.

The atmosphere got heavy and I couldn't care less. I was right and everyone knew it. Y/N took a risk, as she is paid to do, but the risk was not worth it and she needed to take responsibility for it. If it was anyone else I would have already fired without even calling a meeting. Luckily, she's a key part of the company and one of the shareholders as well so I decided to scold her in front of others to send a subtle warning that nothing goes unnoticed by me and that measures will always be taken, regardless of the level of the hierarchy. This is my way to send a warning because I don't do threats.

Y/N gulped and shifted in her chair, visibly uncomfortable with my proximity.

“So I'm going to ask you again, miss Y/N: are you serious?” I crossed my arms and tilted my head to the side, watching her try very hard not to lose her composure. I had known Y/N for a long time and she always managed to be as cold as me, yet on occasions where her professionalism was questioned her replies used to be impulsive.

“Mr. Kim, I'll be frank” she started, standing up and walking towards the pulpit next to the projection screen. “It was indeed a risk on my part to put Vante Enterprises ahead of such a high-profile acquisition and, for the embarrassment caused, I sincerely apologize”

“Why do I feel like there's a 'but' coming?” I asked, sitting on the chair that she left vacant.

“But"

“See?” I turned to Seo Nu sitting on my left. He laughed politely because I laughed first. Deep down he didn't think it was funny and just wanted to suck up to me. Clever.

“But I still believe that in the long run, we’ll reap great results… excellent results, in fact! Here's a chart” Y/N pointed at the screen in front of us and began to confidently defend her decision, clearly and calmly, completely different from the Y/N of a minute ago who I thought would lose her temper.

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The meeting room broke out in applause as soon as Y/N finished presenting a chain of detailed information regarding the shares, and although I was surprised by the level of research she prepared, I was unable to hide my dissatisfaction as CEO by confirming that Y/N still didn't understand the problem.

“Could you guys excuse us?” I looked at Y/N and then at the other shareholders. Since the person responsible presented herself there was no need to keep putting on a show, right? I got up, buttoned my jacket, and returned to my original spot on the table to organize the papers I had left lying there.

While arranging them all in a pile, the room emptied and Y/N approached.

“You love to exaggerate things, don't you?” she snarled looking me up and down.

“You love to ignore the rules and interfere with what doesn't concern you, don't you?” I fired back mimicking her attitude.

Y/N stopped for a moment and studied my expression. For a split second, I could feel a question in the air as if she wanted to know if that's what I actually thought of her — a nosy and unprofessional person who ignored her superiors on purpose. I didn’t. She looked hurt. Still, her voice gave no indication that my response had affected her.

“I love my work! It's great and you pay me well” she said, taking the papers from my hand. “Oh, what do we have here?”

“Don't be childish, give me the papers Y/N” I motioned my hands and closed my eyes feeling exhausted.

“What are these projections? How come I have never seen them before?” Y/N's voice came out louder than before depicting a mixture of shock and disbelief. “There is no actual proof that these companies are connected, it doesn't make sense” she walked back to the pulpit, eyes glued to the documents to compare the numbers and references with the slides she had spent hours preparing.

“Y/N give me the papers, that information is above you” I demanded in a firm tone. “Besides, my intention with today's meeting was to get you to find a solution to your own mess but even that you weren't able to”

“How can I solve it if I don't have all the information, Tae Hyung?” Y/N lowered the papers she was gripping so tightly in front of her face and I could see red, teary eyes along with the angry tone in her voice. She hadn't called me Tae Hyung since college and that felt like a blow in my stomach.

“If I had known that the companies were connected I would have thought twice before buying the shares... I…” Y/N's voice failed but she cleared her throat and continued “...this is your fault!”

“Mine?” I asked dumbfounded.

“You left me in the dark and I made an important decision without having all the information” she pushed the papers onto my chest and started pulling the projector's wires angrily, “This is not what I call trust”

“Seriously? Are we going to talk about trust? Bit ironic, don’t you think?” I started chasing her around the room while she collected her belongings and threw them into a big purse.

Y/N snorted like what I just said was absurd.

“You know very well the situation between my family and Yoon Gi's. I always made it clear that we don't do business with them and yet you went there and did it” I placed my hand on top of her purse, preventing her from continuing what she was doing. “Where is my trust in you now?” I questioned her almost in a pleading tone.

Y/N pulled the purse off the table in one swift motion and I almost lost my balance.

“You know what? You're right. I was wrong” she said, looking defeated. “I shouldn't have shown interest in shares that involved Yoon Gi's company, but you definitely shouldn't have hidden these documents from me either” she continued taking a few steps back, slowly moving away from me. “And that's where you fucked up. You're still obsessed with secrets and rules, keeping everyone who tries to help you away"

“Wait a minute” I interjected. This was unfair, it was not like that.

“I'm not done talking” she gazed at me very seriously and I had no choice but to stop and listen. “I know that we have differing opinions on many things and I have teased you too much in the past 10 years with my analysis and requirements, but I never... I say never... would do anything that would harm the company”

“I know” I whispered, feeling kind of dumb for blurting it all out like that.

“It doesn't look like it” she placed the purse on her shoulder. “For me, you're trying to find a reason to get me out of here”

My jaw dropped in shock. Y/N had no idea how much I valued her work, and at this very moment, I didn't know what to say first. An apology? An explanation? A plea? I could have said anything, but I didn't. Not even a fucking sound. My mouth remained open as my thoughts flew through my mind at a frightening speed, making it look like I was confirming her impression.

“I’m gonna save you the trouble. I quit”

Y/N gave me what looked like a small bow or maybe a quick nod as if to excuse herself and then left the room without another word, leaving me leaning against the table without understanding what had just happened, finding myself, for the first time in a long time, completely alone.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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02. family matters | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 2.155 genre: drama, light angst rating: pg-13 warnings: none au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: let’s go back a few years to see how tae and Y/N’s relationship started and also get a glimpse into the kim family

A/N: it was important for me to start the series with a flasback so that the reader would be familiar with the kim family dynamics and the tension with Y/N right off the bat

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10 years before

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“There has to be someone else” I said, staring at the Seoul skyline in front of me as I pondered all the possibilities with hands in my pockets. I'm taking over the family business and the only thing that scares me is making a mistake when hiring people. Well, my dad scares me, and getting a complaint call from him questioning how I managed to ruin Vante Enterprises in less than 6 months of his long-awaited retirement is not in my plans.

“Why?” asked the woman sitting on the large and comfortable couch behind me. Her thin face and dark hair complemented her porcelain skin very well and she was, at all times, the most beautiful person in any room.

“She’s inadequate” I replied, making her roll her eyes.

“Nonsense, Tae Hyung. Y/N graduated at the top of her class, in front of you much less, and did an MBA abroad” the woman said nonchalantly while taking a sip of her tea.

“I meant in regards to the company's culture” I sat down next to her, leaning sideways on the back of the couch and resting my head on my hand.

“Oh right” she set the cup down on the coffee table, “I forgot that you Kims only hire who you can control”

“Mom!”

“Honey, this is your opportunity to differentiate yourself from your father” she continued, “Having someone you know in a position like this is important in the long run”

At least in one thing my mom and I could agree on: I would, without a doubt, run the company in a new way. I had already started by choosing people who were suitable for the positions and not because I knew them or my family had some kind of connection with theirs. If, by chance, these two factors intersected, great, otherwise, the best resume wins.

“Known is not the same as reliable” I observed.

Still not satisfied with my answer, my mom got philosophical. “Trust comes with time” she started in a tone as if she wanted to pass for a spiritual being of great wisdom, but I knew she was just trying to be a good mom despite not knowing the exact details of what the family business required.

“I still have six more resumes appointed by someone I know” I leaned over to the coffee table and picked up the papers. “Two of them are former classmates too. How about that?” I waved them back and forth.

“If I remember correctly, neither of them made you stutter for the first time in an academic debate” my mom made a pose like she was thinking, crossing her arms and bringing one hand to her chin. How dramatic... and a liar. I didn't stutter.

“Yup, I think it's time for you to go” I exhaled, slapping my hands on my thighs and standing up. “Thank you very much for coming and giving your input on a subject I did not ask for” I continued in an amusing tone, but low-key serious, taking her by the hand and guiding her towards the door.

“Tae Hyung, you know that Y/N is the right choice” she moved the bag handle over her shoulder. “Be smart” and caressed my face.

“Okay” I sighed, “I love you” and kissed her forehead.

“I love you too” she smirked and left.

I went back to the couch and grabbed the resumes intending to read them one more time to be absolutely sure that I had not missed any relevant information. Very conveniently the first one was Y/N’s.

“She did it on purpose” I thought out loud when I realized my mom had deliberately put it there so I couldn't ignore it. 

Very well then, I started reading Y/N’s resume with legitimate attention, trying to ignore the name and photo at the top. I needed to be objective and impartial, a lot was at stake, but to be completely honest, at first, it was difficult because she has some striking physical features, which most men would find attractive but that was not my case. And even if it was, her personality overshadowed everything else to the point of making me lose any interest. After my common sense settled in, I continued reading, paying close attention to her previous work experiences.

“Hmm, this is interesting” I mumbled to myself.

Unlike the other candidates, Y/N had interned at one of the largest financial institutions in the country during college - something I had no idea, by the way, but not that we were friends back then, of course, because why would she tell me something like that? I really had no way of knowing - and I'm looking for people with experience in acquisitions. Convenient coincidence, I like it.

Moving on, I analyzed two letters of recommendation along with her resume and I must agree that on paper she is the right person. Damn it, I hate it when my mom is right! Still, the matter of company culture is real and I think that a person like her wouldn’t do well here. She is opinionated, impulsive, and hates being told ‘no’. At the same time, she was praised for the exact opposite in the letters, and that made me curious. An interview wouldn't hurt, would it?

I got up, went over to my desk, and pressed the button that put me in direct contact with the secretary.

“Yes, Mr. Kim?” Eun Ae answered promptly.

“I need to schedule some interviews next week” I said while fiddling through the resumes and selecting three, “I’ll email you the information”

“Yes, sir”

“Ah, Mrs. Gwa?” I almost forgot. It was better to hide my identity, otherwise, they’ll try sucking up to me thinking it would affect my final decision. And by 'they' I mean two of the three people because Y/N most likely wouldn't even accept the invitation if she knew that I was in charge of the company. “When contacting the candidates, I ask you not to divulge that I'll be the one conducting the interview”

“Okay” she wrote down and I could hear the sound of her keyboard. “Anything else?”

“No, that's all. Thank you”

Between today and the day of the interview, I had to prepare myself for the different reactions I might receive. My position as CEO has not yet been announced in the media and only shareholders know that a new person will take over at the end of the year. They suspect it will be my older brother, or rather, they expect it to be him but to the general dismay it will be me.

Ye Jun is a lawyer and has been involved in the family business since he started reading. However, two years ago in the middle of Christmas dinner, he had a breakdown when my uncles pressured him about some specific problem happening inside the company and he totally lost his composure (with a little help from alcohol, of course). He made a scene screaming that he didn't want that life anymore or even see any of those people again. Then he went on about how much he hated their meetings and the way everyone was fake in front of my father and in private would even criticize the color of the tie he wore. From the corner of the living room, I watched the whole thing go down without a hint of shock on my face because I always knew that moment would come. Ye Jun wasn’t born to be a leader.

The next day, he and my father were locked in the office for almost three hours. When the heavy wooden doors finally opened, dad left looking tired and announced without looking me in the eye, “Now it's up to you, Tae Hyung.” Confused by that statement, I went in and saw Ye Jun with his head between his hands, sitting in the armchair by the window.

“What the hell did you say to him?” I pointed my thumb back at the door.

“That I’m not doing it” Ye Jun replied, lifting his head and interlacing his hands. His posture seemed relaxed as if he were finally comfortable, although there was an uncertainty in his eyes that made me wonder if he was having second thoughts about the decision.

“Do what?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Ye Jun looked at me and smiled.

“Give in to the pressure, complying with expectations, sacrificing my profession, not being myself”

He paused, standing up and holding me by the shoulders.

“I also told him that the best person for the position is you” Ye Jun's voice was full of affection, “It has to be you, Tae” he patted me on the side and I looked at him stunned.

“Dad will never put me ahead of Vante, Jun” I blurted as soon as I managed to assimilate what my brother had just said.

“Didn't you hear what he said to you as soon as he left?” Ye Jun looked confused for a second “Now it's up to you. You are the next CEO” he said in a firm tone.

I suddenly got embarrassed because it felt like I had just stolen my brother's job. “It doesn't make sense, we have opposite views on how to run a business” I looked away and stared at the floor.

“True, you do, but lately he started to realize that the world is changing and that Vante could be much better off if it started to adapt” Ye Jun stated by squeezing my shoulders and bringing me back to reality. “Of course, there is still a certain traditionalism in our field, but every now and then dad finds himself negotiating with foreign companies where the mindset is what sets them apart and he feels conflicted. Do you continue as you are and please national companies or do you adapt and gain visibility abroad? He wants Vante to remain as the leader in the segment but he is stuck in his own beliefs and he knows it”

After this conversation with my brother, things changed and I started to accept more confidently the responsibility that was placed upon me. However, regardless of how I felt, the criticism would come in full force. Many powerful people will question my father's decision and I wouldn’t be surprised if boycotts took place in the first year.

It was with all these possibilities in mind that my first act as CEO was to completely renew the staff, starting with the most strategic positions and closest to me. One of them was the operations manager, who would act as my right hand, valuing Vante's financial success and setting in motion the vision, strategic plan, and goals I set.

In theory, Y/N was perfect for it, but I wouldn't make it easier just because we knew each other. She was very smart and I was sure that the moment she walked through that door and came face to face with me, her demeanor would change and we would start playing a game of chess.

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I dedicated the entire day Wednesday for the interviews and the first two had gone very well, exactly as I had planned and prepared — what a relief! It was almost 4:30 pm, Y/N’s appointment was the last one and I was extremely curious about her reaction, I don't know why. Maybe I wanted to prove something to her, like ‘Ha, look who’s running things now’ or ‘I bet you never thought you would see me sitting here'.

Y/N was always better at everything and I couldn't stand it. I had an obligation to excel at something. She was not perfect as everyone liked to think and, frankly, to worship. But, even if it bothered me to admit, we had things in common and she was qualified.

“Yes?” I said coming out of my reverie when the phone rang.

“Ms. Y/LN is here, Mr. Kim” Eun Ae announced.

“Let her in”

I heard a light knock on the door, followed by its closing and a few clicks of high heels on the floor coming towards me. I looked up and Y/N was dressed in a black midi-length v-neck dress with a stand-up collar that made her look formal but not old. Matter of fact, if I was actually paying attention I could even say that this specific fabric was made for her body type and hugged her in all the right places, but I wasn’t.

“Hello, Y/N” I said getting up from my chair, “Long time no see!” I smiled and took off my glasses, placing them in front of me next to the tablet I had been holding moments before.

Y/N shook her head holding a laugh as she bit her lip and stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world: “You’re so predictable. I’m amused”

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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dear soulmate • knj one shot

summary: once a year, the system assigns soulmates according to the sincerity of their submission letters. ready to have your lives completely changed, namjoon and you sign up for the program, receiving on the first week of january the highly anticipated green envelope with each other's message

rating: pg warnings: none word count: 3.614 pairing: namjoon x reader genre: romance, fluff tags: soulmate!au, strangers to lovers additional tags: idol!namjoon, soulmate!namjoon

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

As soon as Namjoon received your letter, it was difficult for him to control the emotion and stop his hands from shaking. He could barely pull the emerald green envelope out of the mailbox. The package itself was unmistakable and everyone knew that soulmate mail arrived in the first week of January.

Taking a deep breath twice, the boy dried his now slightly sweaty hands on his jeans and stuffed one into the metal box with the number 1902 plastered on the front. Oh, that was really exciting! Namjoon couldn’t believe his eyes. Contrasting the green paper were the golden letters in a cursive font as if someone had written with liquid gold and a quill. Okay, maybe not an actual quill, but the poor boy was finding it all very fascinating and somewhat magical.

Holding the envelope close to his chest as if it were a newborn child who demanded the utmost care and protection, Kim Namjoon, the Korean idol and leader of the most successful group in the music industry, entered the elevator and violently pressed the number 19.

As it began ascending he repeated impatiently “Up! Up! Up!” and stared at the display above the door wishing that damn elevator was faster. "Come on!!!"

Ding.

"We’re stopping? No! No stopping!” said Namjoon exasperated while still holding the envelope as tight as he could.

"Good morning, Mr. Kim!”

“Good morning, Mrs. Lee!” the boy replied with a smile on his face as soon as the neighbor entered. After two seconds the dimples disappeared and he pressed even harder the button on the panel in front of him that closed the doors.

“Ah ... special delivery, I see. I'm sorry to disturb you, dear” said the nice old lady.

Namjoon was embarrassed. "You didn't disturb me, I'm just a little anxious" he confessed.

"It's normal. Enjoy every second, it happens only once in your life” Mrs. Lee replied with a sincere smile that turned her eyes into two crescent moons. "I remember like it was yesterday when I received mine..."

Before Namjoon could ask more about Mrs. Lee's soulmate, the elevator doors opened on his floor.

“I have to go, Mrs. Lee, but I'd love to hear about it one day” he said, scratching the back of his head a bit flustered.

“It will be a pleasure, Mr. Kim” said the neighbor, waving as the doors closed once more.

Namjoon walked in a hurry to the end of the corridor, stopping in front of his apartment door. This wasn't the dorm he shared with the boys, but his own place where he spent a few days a week, when their schedule allowed, and most of his days off. It was minimalist but cozy. Several paintings and sculptures scattered throughout the rooms. It was the perfect place to disconnect from the world and relax, and it was obviously secluded and quiet enough for him to read the most important piece of paper of his life with no interruptions.

When he finally found his keys, they slipped from his hand and dropped to the floor. Poor Joon, the level of nervousness had exceeded any acceptable limit and he was beginning to wonder if he would be able to read the whole letter or if he was going to pass out while on the first line. He was glad it arrived today, when he was here, imagine if the package had been in the mailbox for weeks? That is something the boy would never have forgiven himself for.

The beginning of the year was always hectic for the group since they had several international commitments and rarely stayed in Korea, but alas, this year things were different. The comeback was scheduled for May and the press tour in the United States was in early June. Isn't it funny how the universe works sometimes?

After successfully entering his home without dropping anything else, Namjoon took off his sneakers in the foyer as fast as he could and ran to the sofa, settling himself comfortably with a pillow in his lap to support the much-desired emerald envelope. He had turned in his letter about 4 months ago and the wait became agonizing as January approached. In the last week of December, he was barely able to concentrate on the interviews and had to make an absurd amount of effort to hide what was happening. Lucky for him, the rest of the group was very understanding and helped by answering most questions.

Speaking of questions, Namjoon repeated a few in his head while looking at the envelope in front of him:

Who is my soulmate? When will we meet? Has she read my letter yet? Or worse, did she like it?

Rather than simply opening the damn package as he had imagined so vividly for many nights, Namjoon simply froze. He felt the huge responsibility fall on his shoulders with a sudden weight. New doubts began swirling in his mind.

Was it a good idea? Will I be able to do this? What if it doesn't work out? Will I spend the rest of my life alone?             

"Breathe, Joon ... just breathe" he said to himself, closing his eyes and resting his hands on top of the envelope.

After a few seconds, he felt ready to start, and with his eyes closed, he began to tear one end of the envelope calmly and precisely. When the paper strip was free and in his right hand, Namjoon opened cautiously one eye and glanced at the object in his lap as if it was a ticking bomb.

"This is ridiculous" he said, opening his other eye realizing how pathetic he probably looked right now.

The boy then proceeded to pull a stack of neatly folded papers out of the envelope where the first of them said:

Dear soulmate,

I don't really know where to start. I postponed writing this letter for a long time and I'm sorry if it’s not to your liking or doesn't help at all, but that's me. Confused with life, with my feelings... with everything. I've been working on myself a lot and I hope you are patient.

I don’t know when you will receive this letter, or better yet, the time between my writing and it finally reaching your hands. We’re not supposed to say specific dates but there are only a few days left until my 29th birthday. Are you older than me? Younger? Will you care about my age? Probably not. It doesn't matter anyway, we are destined.

I should start by saying that…

What should I say?

What’s one interesting thing about me? Let's see …

Nothing terribly unique and extraordinary. I’m not extraordinary, but I would love to live extraordinary moments. Can you help me with that? And I don’t mean big moments in terms of proportion or even romantic gestures, I’m not that ambitious, only amazing memories that cannot be replicated by anyone other than the two of us.

Is it too much to ask?

Are you up for it?

I love being alive. Yeah, you should know that, it's a big part of who I am. The only problem is that I haven't been feeling myself for the past few years and excuse me for being so upfront about it. Although many good things have happened, I feel like something is missing, something I can't quite put my finger on. It's a void within me that, on most nights, I can ignore or supply in another way. But there are times when it comes in full force and kind of disables me.

Lying in bed at night, tears come silently and blur my view. Involuntarily I start to dry them out with the back of my hand but they persist and run down my cheeks towards the pillow. I change positions, close my eyes, try to focus on my heartbeat, thinking 'hey, you're alive, it's going to be okay' but my breath hitches, the sobs build up inside me, and I can’t do anything about it other than just feel. It's an out of body experience where I find myself in pure despair and anguish. So I stay like that for hours until tiredness wins and delivers me to sleep.

Why did I tell you all this? Maybe I should erase it…

No, I’ll keep it.

You need to know what you're 'getting into'.

By the way, I want to make it very clear that I don't need to be saved from anything. Much less from myself. I don't want you to fix me. I don't expect you to bring solutions to my inner struggles. It would be great though if you gave me an opening so that I could enter your life, get to know you, learn about all your virtues and defects, share your crazy things (you must have it! Everyone does), and love you in my weird way.

And I say ‘weird’ because I don't think I express love like everyone else does. At first, I thought I wasn’t capable of love, for real. Then I realized that I was but I loved the wrong people. In the end, I had an epiphany: I had so much love inside of me that I went around giving it all out, even to those who didn't deserve it. I desperately wanted to be loved back, at any cost, by anyone really, because maybe that person was the person who would prove me wrong like: yes, I am lovable.

Today, of course, I don't need that anymore. I know that I am lovable because I love myself a lot and it’s freaking great. I love myself wholeheartedly. I have so many qualities too, by the way, but I think it would be presumptuous to quote them all here. I would like to introduce you to each of them in person for what I hope to be the rest of our lives so I can't wait to meet you.

I promise to listen to you, support you, encourage you, and always think about your mental well-being. I promise to be a real partner, whom you can really rely and count on. I probably won’t understand your past, your insecurities, or your fears but I'll give my all to make our bond stronger every day and I'll show myself worthy of your trust. I'll put myself in your shoes and fight for what you believe too. We’ll be a team!

I don't know if this letter had any effect on you but honestly, I feel better now that I finished writing it. Apparently, you've already started helping me without even knowing me. Thank you!

With gratitude, Your soulmate.

Namjoon was speechless, his lips slightly parted and totally dry, his heart beating so fast and hard that he could feel the pounding in his ears. What he just read was undoubtedly the most genuine expression of feelings, and that says a lot because he had been surrounded for the past ten years by musicians, composers, and artists, people whose work depended directly on expression. He already felt like a lucky guy because of all the people in the world his soulmate was a true good person and equally interested in embarking on this journey with him.

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 January 7th, the day your life changed forever.

It was a rainy Thursday and you were lying in bed looking out your window, analyzing the droplets forming one by one on the glass, and wondering if it was too early to go down and check the mailbox. A glance at the clock on the bedside table confirmed: 5:12 was, in fact, obscenely early and the postman most likely is not even awake.

As hard as you tried it was very difficult not to think how meaningful it was to receive the green envelope because not everyone had this opportunity throughout their lives. To become fit for the process it was necessary to:

1. Be born with the mark 2. Be over 25 years old 3. Write an honest letter

Among those who were not born with the mark, the reasons varied between 'your soulmate would not incarnate in the same timeframe as you in this life', 'this was yours and your soulmate's first life together and you should meet in order to form the bond' or 'unknown reason'. The unknown reason was a problem because there weren’t many studies on the subject and people within that category tended to think it was like a punishment, but for what exactly, they didn't know and maybe never would.

Fortunately, you fit the three requirements perfectly and a few days before your 29th birthday, you gathered your courage and sent the most honest letter you could write after two and a half glasses of wine. This was an important step because letters that did not contain pure feelings were automatically discarded by the system. The selection was purely based on energy, like a magnet. Those that emanated sincerity were "attracted" and those that were not, discarded right away. It was a way for the system to keep itself free of fraud and just pair the interested, committed, and ready soulmates.

What happens to the discarded letters? Well, from what you heard about your cousin who worked at the government headquarters, the sender receives a notice with a new delivery date for the letter. In total, three chances were given. Whoever failed in all three could only have a new opportunity to find their soulmate in the next life — which is horrible for the other person, isn't it? If she or he did the process correctly it should be all right, but like any relationship, this was a two-way street and required commitment from both sides. It didn't happen very often, but it was still frustrating to receive the red envelope basically saying “next time, ‘kay?”.

It is possible to live and love another person throughout life. Finding your soulmate isn't mandatory, but most people yearned for this deep connection and one of the reasons why the system has worked so well for hundreds of years. It was unlike anything else, totally addictive!

After submitting the letter, you felt as if a weight had been lifted from you, but a twinge of concern remained in the back of your mind. How long did your soulmate wait for the envelope to be delivered? Just imagining that he could have spent more than one January waiting makes your heart sink — but you pushed those thoughts away as fast as they arrived because now was not the time for distractions!

When you finally got up at 5:50 after turning over in bed like a pancake you went straight to the bathroom and drew a bath with all the oils and essences you were entitled to. Even some candles you lit! Today would start on the right foot, yes sir.

While preparing breakfast, you hit play on your favorite playlist to set the mood properly and also keep you distracted. Checking the mailbox at ten seemed like a reasonable decision, you reflected as you set up the coffee machine, neither too early nor too late. Surely by then, the long-waited green envelope would have been pristinely placed in the box hanging at the gate of your house.

Time seemed to be moving in slow motion and there was nothing you could do to deflect your thoughts about being in imminent proximity to your soulmate. Okay, it was just a piece of paper and not actually him, but you couldn't help feeling anxious and slightly excited either way. Trying to work amid this anxiety was useless, however, something inside told you it would be okay and, for now, it was enough. 

“Focus, focus, focus!” you repeated, closing your eyes tightly.

The second the alarm on your phone rang indicating it was ten in the morning, your heart almost went out through your mouth. 

“This is it. It’s happening!” you took a deep breath, standing up in front of the sofa and, after a few seconds adjusting your hair and clothes, went to the front door, towards your future.

The distance between the door and the mailbox could not be more than 10 steps, but at that very moment, it seemed like 10 miles. Curiosity was practically excruciating, it bubbled up inside you and was about to spill out. When your hand lowered the lid, your eyes could immediately see the most beautiful shade of green that ever existed and which also perfectly symbolized the moment: new beginnings. You reached the package with your fingertips and then pulled it towards you in one swift motion, holding it in both hands, staring with teary eyes the golden letters displaying your name very brightly. Thank God the rain stopped, you wanted to keep the envelope forever and any drop of water near it would be absolutely disastrous.

Now sitting at the dining table and using a paper-knife, you carefully cut one side of the envelope and pulled a surprising amount of paper out of it. All of them are properly aligned and folded in a single stash. The first page made your heart skip a beat as it said:

Dear soulmate,

I look forward to meeting you. It's a shame we can't describe ourselves in the letters, I would love to imagine you by my side. Not that I care about physical appearance, it's not that, it's simply easier to imagine the moments we will spend together. I'm not trying to trick you, I promise!

What I do for a living is different and I am scared that you might not receive it very well. I mean... I'm afraid of what it can do to your life to the point where you'll end up resenting me in the future. The thing is: I love what I do but I would be devastated if it resulted in something negative for you.

I'm sorry, I'm anxious.

I have a bit of experience with writing and different ways of showing my feelings, but this letter is probably one of the pieces that I had the most difficulty composing. Am I allowed to say that? Anyway, please know that I'll always prioritize our communication, telling you about my day, which makes me feel good, what upsets me and how I'm feeling. I won't hide anything from you, I don't want to.

I wonder if you like to talk. I love it. Do you like to read too? I already have a list of books I want to pick your brain about. In general, I’m a pretty reserved guy, who reflects a lot about the meaning of life — is that too weird? I don’t think so. It would be too cruel for us to be predestined without having anything in common, right? I can’t wait to have intense conversations over breakfast about the most random stuff. I’m a fun person, I swear!

As I write this letter, I am sitting on the balcony of my apartment, it's night and I can see thousands of lights on the horizon giving life to the city. Are you there? Do you think of me? In the last few years I didn't have much time to think about you, I must say, but a few months ago I started to feel this emptiness inside my heart. As if something is missing. Anything nice that happened over that period of time I would get excited, of course, but it wasn't 100% genuine because there was still this voice in the back of my head telling me: more.

I decided to accept that, yes, I want more. I already have a lot and admittedly it would be very selfish of me to wish even further, but to what extent should I sacrifice myself? How long do I ignore these deep feelings? I see my friends with their soulmates and I think that's what I need — someone to fill that void. But not filling it out in terms of "if I don't have it my life is meaningless or it will end" but rather like "a deep connection like this can add and intensify life" and I love living. Don't get me wrong, I am very happy and accomplished... I just need.... someone to share it all with.

I hope you are an understanding, intelligent, and patient person. There are many things that I don't know and need to learn, but I’m always so ashamed of asking for help. Who knows? Perhaps by your side, I’ll give up my insecurities and let myself be taught? I think I'm ready! Are you?

Ah, before I forget, no matter what, you're going to have a friend in me. A true, sincere, fair, and caring confidant. And if you allow me, I'll lead both of our lives in a confident, relaxed, and stimulating way. We will walk side by side, always.

Well, that was all I had to say.

See you soon!

With love, Your soulmate.

You cried and laughed simultaneously while reading and rereading the letter at least five times. It was absurdly surreal what was going on. You felt like the center of attention for the first time in your life. You were desired. Expected. A completely new and overwhelming sensation that permeated every cell in your body. Your soulmate hasn't even touched you yet and the goosebumps on your skin are already visible. Not to mention that right off the bat he seemed adorable. The way he spoke was as if he already knew you, already understood how your mind works. Cautious, polite, and funny — that was your soulmate. What a lucky girl you are, huh?

03. a little honesty never killed anyone | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 1.671 genre: drama, light angst rating: pg-13 warnings: cursing, sensual innuendos au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: continuing exactly where we left off in the last chapter, now it's time to check out how Y/N's interview went

A/N: i love writing this series! i really do. i have so much fun coming up the dialogues and even though sometimes is hard to set the scene how i want to, i’m proud of how it came out. hope you like it <3

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“Excuse me?” I blinked twice. Did I get it right? Did she just say what I thought she said? Who answers a polite greeting like that? Doesn't make sense. I said ‘Hello, long time no see’ and she immediately mocks me for it? Where are we? 5th grade?

“You are very predictable” she reiterated more slowly as if she were talking to someone old and deaf. Y/N was definitely fucking with me and I decided to indulge in her little game just to see how far it would actually go.

“Really?” I mocked, coming around the table, walking towards her, and pointing to the couch.

“Come on, did you really think I wouldn't know that you were going to do the interview?” Y/N sat down and stared at me.

“Why would I withhold this information?” I sat next to her and crossed my legs, resting my hands on my lap.

“For many reasons” she said.

Y/N looked so sure of herself. Scratch that, so full of herself. Since college, she has always had this ‘know it all’ attitude and was absurdly irritating. Some might even call it tenacity, but I wasn't so sure because from the tone she used and even her body language, in my opinion, everything screamed: insecurity. That's right, she is insecure. There is no other reason why a person would want to reassert herself all the time by claiming to have every answer in the universe other than trying to prove something.

However, for recreational purposes, I will continue to comply.

“Such as?”

Y/N leaned forward a little, speaking in a lower tone as if she were about to tell me a secret, “The main one?”

“Sure” I imitated her gesture, getting close to her face but not enough that neither of us would be uncomfortable with.

“I wouldn't come” she returned to the previous position, leaving me leaning in the middle of the couch.

“But you did” I raised my eyebrows.

“I said you were the predictable one, not me” Y/N smiled and paused so I could absorb the words, “This is a great opportunity. It would be stupid to refuse for the simple fact that we don't like each other”

“Ouch!" I leaned back with both hands on my chest, receiving the metaphorical shot, “Blunt and straight to the point”

I honestly don't know if this hurts my pride a little bit or if it delights me.

“It's the way I like to do things” Y/N shrugged. “So, shall we start?”

“Who is conducting the interview? Me or you?”

Y/N laughed looking down. I couldn't decipher if she was embarrassed that I called her out or if it was just her way of laughing. The times she technically laughed at me back in college were in a sarcastic tone and now her intention seemed different. Maybe I'm funny, I don't know.

“Do you want anything to drink?” I offered while filling a glass of water with the jar my secretary had brought minutes before.

“No, thank you” she replied, watching me drink.

“We haven't seen each other for a long time. How are you, Y/N?” I asked, putting the glass back on the coffee table and taking my folder with a notepad, her resume, and some other papers.

“Good” she said. For a brief moment, I felt some sort of hesitation as if maybe it was a lie, “I just got back from England, I think you saw the MBA on my resume” Y/N pointed at the folder in my hands.

“Impressive. Congratulations” I replied without taking my eyes off the paper in a neutral and completely impassive tone. If that was her attempt to impress me, it didn't work.

“Now I'm looking for a place where I can practice everything I learned” Y/N continued.

“And you think Vante is that place?” I closed the folder and gave her a confused look.

“It could be” she mused.

“I don't get it. I thought this was a ‘big opportunity’ for you” I argued, placing the folder on the coffee table and crossing my arms. This woman confuses me sometimes. She says one thing but does the complete opposite, then she's utterly mysterious, and other times she goes straight to the point.

“And it is. Vante is one of the largest companies in the country and being able to be part of its history would certainly be a milestone in my career” Y/N looked at me sternly.

“But?” I asked.

“My decision depends on confirming who, in fact, is in control of it” she replied.

Who does Y/N think she is? That's hilarious.

“Decision? There's not even a proposal..." I scoffed.

Y/N paused for a moment relishing my words. She was in control of the conversation and knew it. Unconsciously, me too, but I didn't want to admit it. After a few seconds she simply stated, “Yes, there is, Mr. Kim, because I am the best person for the job”

She wants to play? No problem. I love games.

“Let's say the person in control is me” I conceded.

“Then I would accept”

“Really?”

“You are intelligent, obstinate, and responsible, as well as result-oriented but in a bold way” Y/N replied with complete honesty and, again, bluntly. It was impossible to predict what was going in her head, let alone anticipate any kind of response. In chess, every move has a purpose and I was trying to find out hers.

“Bold?” I disputed with humor this adjective that sounded very strange and did not match me at all.

“Yes, you are not scared to take a risk” she quickly answered as she leaned over to the coffee table and seized a glass of water for herself, “I saw you go against all odds several times, convinced that things would work out” she paused to take a sip before continuing, “and they did” she raised her glass as if she was to make a toast.

Okay, well, perhaps it does match me.

“And here I was thinking you didn't like me” I stated, unable to contain the big smile forming on my face. The ego massage masked some of my embarrassment.

“You and I have more in common than you think” she noted “In my opinion, working alongside someone so similar, yet completely different, is stimulating and only adds to the business. Don't you agree?” she tilted her head with lips pursed in a single line.

Y/N had a good point. Right then I saw an opportunity to take advantage of her initiative because one thing was certain in life: if you wait for somebody else to make a decision for you, they will, and you won't like the result.

“Maybe you’re not the person I remembered” I noted in a tone that I hoped was friendly enough but at the same time didn’t over-implicate my curiosity (which at this point was about to explode) and my desire to win the psychological game of chess (which also increased exponentially by the minutes of this interview).

“Probably. A lot has happened in three years” she crossed her legs and held her knees with her hands clasped.

Damn Y/N. She knew what to say and how to speak to test my limits. What 'things' happened? And was it really time to shift positions? Really? With that dress? Rude.

Lost in my thoughts I ended up being quiet long enough for her to just get up and say, “I'm gonna get going"

“But the interview is not over” I said confused, looking at my watch and then up, finding Y/N's sarcastic smile, the one I was deeply familiar with.

“It is” she replied, reaching down and grabbing her purse from the couch “You already saw that I changed enough to be part of your team but not so much that you will doubt my choices. Like it or not, deep down you trust my character and judgment” she looked me up and down and continued “In fact, I think you had already made your decision before I even walked into your office. You needed to see for yourself that I want this job as much as you want to hire me”

While what Y/N had just said was pretty unbelievable, I expected no less from her. Even though our lives have changed in the last few years, her essence has remained the same and I was happy to have scheduled this interview. She’s still opinionated but in a calmer and more analytical way, just as her letters of recommendation suggested.

“Isn't it tiring having this amount of self-esteem?” I teased.

“Not when you're right” Y/N shrugged.

“Guess some things don't change after all” I grinned, standing up and pointing to the door.

Y/N started walking towards it and even though I couldn't see her face when she replied laughing “I bet this is one of the things you hate about me”, I was sure it was a genuine laugh. Oh yes, I am funny.

“We are not close enough for this to be true” I leaned against the doorframe, “And 'hate' is a very strong word” I shook my head.

“I suppose so” she looked up, pondering my statement for a couple of seconds. “We'll find out in the next few months” Y/N shifted her gaze to me in an intense way before heading towards the office lobby to take the elevator.

Just like in chess, in life, we can't jump to conclusions, and if I were to have Y/N by my side as operations manager, I would have to let go of the impression I have of her. 

Replaying our conversation in my head as I went back into my office and closed the door, I leaned against it for a brief moment not knowing what exactly had changed in our dynamics but feeling for the first time in a long time that I was no longer alone.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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04. take it back | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 2.750 genre: drama, light angst rating: pg-13 warnings: cursing au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: after Y/N’s resignation, taehyung goes after her to apologize

A/N: this chapter was a little difficult to write, for three reasons: i wanted to accurately describe the emotional state of the two characters, even though this story is from tae's pov; leave some clues for future chapters and also narrate a movement in a verbal fight as believably as possible.

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Y/N's sudden resignation left me in complete shock, but something inside told me to stand up and go find her because I couldn't let that happen, she had to stay. She just had to. If I needed to beg, then so be it, but she couldn't leave Vante. Leave me.

In the lobby, practically out of breath, I stand before the elevators noticing that of the four, two are on different floors, one is on the ground floor and the other going up. I pressed all the buttons violently so that one of them would come to me and take me to Y/N, but amid my distress, I realized something:

She uses the stairs when she is angry.

This one time, after a meeting with a possible foreign client, Y/N disappeared. Nobody could tell me where she was or what direction she went. It was as if she had vanished like smoke. Hours later, visibly calmer, she entered her office where I was sitting with my feet up on the table reading some reports that she had left laying around.

“Mr. Kim, please show some manners and get your filthy feet off my table” Y/N demanded with humor but a serious face.

“There you are” I smiled, bringing my legs down.

“Do you need something?” she asked, coming towards me and gesturing for me to get up from her chair.

“Not really” I put down the papers I was reading and stood between her desk and a bookcase. “I just wanted to know if everything was okay and where were you”

“I needed to clear my head” Y/N put on her reading glasses and started organizing the papers I had messed up. 

I just nodded, respecting her space. After a few seconds of silence, I turned to the door to leave.

“When I'm nervous and need to think, I use the stairs instead of the elevator” she blurted out. As soon as I turned my head, I realized that Y/N was biting the inside of her cheek as if she had regretted sharing such information.

“No problem” I assured her with a nod.

It was the only thing I could do. She put up with four intense hours of the potential client questioning every little detail she presented, and yet she was able to keep it together and reply with civility. I recall seeing the physical effort she made to not lose her composure, since closing a contract with him would mean a lot to Vante, and well, the girl liked to win by any means necessary. If it was me, I might have missed the opportunity due to my temper, but that is precisely why I have her around — so she can run things the right way. Hiding out on the stairs for a while didn’t seem like a big deal to me.

“Stairs!” I said to myself, happy to have remembered that little detail just in time.

Running towards the emergency exit, I pushed the crash bar with full force. I started coming down the stairs as fast as possible but still couldn't see Y/N so I decided to lean over the main handrail, looking down into the gap that allowed me to see the other floors.

“Y/N!” I shouted, spotting her arm and purse as she walked through what appeared to be two levels below where I was. She immediately stops and leans to the right, looking up until our eyes meet.

“Please wait” I urged, holding out my hand in a 'stop' sign.

Y/N, however, didn’t give a shit and kept walking, paying me no attention whatsoever. I had no choice but to jump several steps at a time to get there as quickly as possible and stop right next to her.

“Listen to me” I panted, hands on my knees.

Y/N stopped for a moment watching my desperation, rolled her eyes, and started walking again.

“I need to tell you something” I said, taking two steps forward and putting my left hand on the rail, blocking her way.

“Move” Y/N pushed my arm, finishing the steps and walking through the space between flights.

“You are acknowledging my presence, great, it’s a start” I observed while she kept ignoring me. “Please, can you stop for just a second?”

“No”

“Then I’ll keep following you” I disclosed right behind her, arms crossed.

“Good luck, you're going to roll down the stairs” Y/N shrugged.

This was a test of patience. A big one.

“Y/N!” I pulled her by the arm.

“What?” she shouted. “What more do you want?”. Her eyes looked deeply into mine and I could see a clear mix of exhaustion and anguish. “What else do you want to talk to me about? Or should I say humiliate?”

“Take it back” I unintentionally whispered, feeling my throat dry and my heart pounding.

“What?”

“Your decision” I repeated more confidently, “Take it back. Please don't quit”

With that, I let go of her arm but not before my fingertips trace her skin gently on the way down.

Y/N looked at me astonished, “My God, you are fucking unbelievable” and went back down the steps, only now stomping her feet like a child. 

“I'm serious, Y/N, you can't quit, you're very important to the company!”

“Oh really?” she replied sarcastically, “That was not what it looked like five minutes ago. Do you think I'm stupid?” she looked back at me with her brows furrowed.

“No!” I quickly interjected. 

In all honesty, I was starting to get desperate. No words seemed right or good enough for her. I had obviously dug a hole for myself with this idea of scolding her in front of everyone and it was getting deeper by the second. Fuck, I messed up real bad! 

“Total opposite! You are extremely intelligent and competent, and..” I continued before she interrupted.

“Well, you certainly went out of your way to say that I was one for buying the shares” Y/N stopped abruptly and I almost ran into her back.

“Okay, that was stupid, you have to admit” I shrugged, making Y/N even angrier, “but… you’re smart and you did it with good intentions for the company” I added, giving a shy smile.

“Let me see if I got it right,” she crossed her arms and looked up, “you agree that I had good intentions and still decided to call a meeting with the sole purpose of humiliating me in front of everyone?” Y/N's gaze had dropped and now hovered over me making me swallow hard.

“Uh… yeah” I admitted, nodding.

“That’s ridiculous, even for you” she sharply exhaled and laughed at the same time but it contained no humor. “I thought we had a decent enough relationship for you to show me a little more respect” she fumed, pointing her finger at me.

“The mistake was serious, Y/N, there are things about Vante and Min that you don't know about” I pointed right back, taking a step forward and raising my voice a little. 

I was starting to get annoyed at how oblivious she was. Okay, I was an asshole and I didn't deal with the situation in the best way, but still, what she did was wrong. “Like I said, the purchase interferes with the agreement I have with Yoon Gi and I will need to speak to him tonight”

And that's how I got Y/N to finally shut up. She was visibly embarrassed. Now was my chance to explain, since she was forced to pay attention.

“And yes, I wanted to send a message to all shareholders about not respecting my rules. You know that my relationship with them has gotten worse in the last year and they are pressuring me to step down as CEO. I had to do something!” I ran my hands through my hair feeling exasperated.

“There” Y/N pointed her finger at me again, “Right there!”

I think the confusion on my face was evident because she soon explained herself.

“This is the reason why I quitted. You used me like I was the fucking secretary - no offense to Eun Ae - just to prove a point and look powerful in front of those assholes. You didn't have to do that”

“I know,” I agreed, rubbing my eyes, “now I realized that, I'm sorry Y/N”

Still with my eyes closed and taking a deep breath, I hear Y/N usher down the stairs.

“How was I supposed to know you would react like that?” I insisted, “Huh?”

“Uh, I don't know, common sense?” she waved her hands in the air, keeping her eyes forward.

“I thought you would be angry, very angry or that you would curse at me, scream, but not resign” I confessed approaching her, “You love this place”

Y/N stopped at the sound of my last statement taking a beat before turning around. Her back got tense. A couple of seconds after recovering from the shock, she hissed nervously “I don't… love” and looked me in the eye, pausing subtly before complementing “this place"

The way Y/N said that hurt me because I felt that she was simultaneously hiding something and rejecting me. I couldn't help my own shock at those words. We have worked so hard in the last few years, we achieved much more than everyone expected. She and I were the perfect team. How come she didn't like the company? Was she pretending all this time? There was no one else who worked as hard as Y/N. What is going on?

If someone had asked me 24 hours ago if she was happy here, I would have said without a doubt that she was, because everything pointed that way. How she planned out the strategies, how she talked to clients, the bulletproof arguments she used with shareholders, the silent laugh when I made a joke during those long nights where we did overtime, the contained giggles we exchanged when we closed a new deal and so many other quirks that only I knew, that only I saw.

Precisely because I knew so much, I was not ready to let go.

“But I do and I need to protect it. Please don't quit, I want you here” I begged.

Y/N’s eyes showed an inner struggle between believing what I was saying and any other feelings she had for Vante or even for me. Did she hate me? Was working here really that bad? It was so difficult to figure out. I thought I knew her well enough, but apparently, I don’t. I had to make myself clear then.

“I need you here” I said, taking her hand.

She immediately looked down as if our hands were on fire.

“Don't lie” Y/N pulled hers back and stepped away from me, “You don't need me here, we both know it” she said nonchalantly looking to the side as she straightened her clothes — which didn't even have wrinkles, by the way, I don't know who she was trying to deceive here.

“Can you, for once in your life, stop assuming what I feel or don't feel?” I shouted, losing my temper and making Y/N's arch her brows in surprise. “Most of the shareholders are fucking morons. When I started to deny their little perks and demands they ended up doing just the bare minimum"

Y/N pondered about what I said for a few seconds as I sat down at one of the steps, loosening my tie.

“It doesn't make sense... they would be jeopardized. They are shareholders, what happens to the company affects their profits”

“They did it in a subtle way, nothing really big. Just enough to make it stressful for me” I rested my forearms on my knees. “They want me gone, which is why I can’t lose the only person I trust in there” I glanced over Y/N to reassure her that I meant it. I do trust her. More than I trust myself.

“I thought you couldn't trust me anymore because I bought the shares” she argued, focusing on the wall in front of us.

“For God's sake, Y/N, why does everything with you turns into an argument?” I stood up. “Aren't we too old to be doing this?”

“We are and that's why I can't take it anymore” she agreed, also getting up. Her voice sounded defeated and exhausted. When she looked at me and gave me a faint smile before going back down the stairs, I felt that I had lost the fight and despair washed over me.

“You have a lot on your mind, I get it, I fucked up” I took a deep breath, trying to settle myself, “Go home, sleep on it and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Y/N’s gaze had changed, now she expressed complete disgust.

“Don't follow me” she warned, marching to the emergency exit and leaving me behind once again, only with the roaring noise of the iron door echoing on the cement walls around me.

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“I need to talk to you” I announced as soon as Yoon Gi answered the phone. “Can you meet me at Timber House in an hour?”

“No 'hello'? Shit must be serious” he fretted.

It was very serious for me. First, I needed my best friend to help me make sense of what happened tonight. Second, I must tell him about the shares as soon as possible so that we can find a way to reverse the deal.

As soon as I ended the call, I exited Dongbu Expressway and headed towards the Park Hyatt Hotel where my favorite bar was. The atmosphere was great, very private. The sushi was amazing and they had three types of Hwayo, which would definitely help me tonight. Yoon Gi introduced me to this place a few years ago and we have been going there ever since.

Once I got there and started descending to the lower level, I couldn't stop thinking about what Y/N said. ‘That's why I can't take it anymore’. I'm sure being an operations manager was stressful, but she never complained before. She seemed satisfied with her position. There must be another reason for her to give up, I just can't figure out what it is. And this is not about me just being a jerk, because she had to put up with many things over the years. I just hope Yoon Gi has some wise words to get me out of this mess.

I went through the big wooden door and turned right in the long hallway that made some turns before ending up in the dark and cozy lounge with several armchairs and tables. I could recognize this smell anywhere and the soft jazz melody playing in the background, mixed with the buzz of people eating and talking, made me feel at home.

Sitting in my usual corner and with my favorite soju in hand, I scrolled through my phone trying to distract myself until Yoon Gi arrived. After a few minutes, I saw him walking towards me. This guy looked like an angel of death. Elegant and sharp as always, dark hair and in an all-black outfit. A simple tee, knee-ripped jeans, blazer, and his classic Prada Saffiano leather booties. Definitely the opposite of what is expected for a CEO.

“Hey” he greeted as he sat in front of me and immediately turned to the waiter who quickly approached, “Ardbeg. Neat”

“What’s so urgent?” Yoon Gi questioned, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable.

“I have news” I started cautiously and he narrowed his eyes, “The first one is that Vante bought some Min shares without my authorization, the second is that Y/N resigned and the third is that one and two are correlated”

I drank the rest of the soju I had in my glass in one gulp, leaving Yoon Gi with wide eyes and a lot to process. I could see the gears in his mind spinning and trying to make sense of everything. I would laugh if I wasn't so desperate. The waiter, on the other hand, had impeccable timing because he arrived with Yoon Gi’s whiskey just right when he needed it the most and I took the opportunity to order the whole bottle of soju right away, leaving the tab open. 

This was going to be a long night.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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[+18] like no other • kth one shot

pairing: taehyung x reader 

word count: 6.937

genre: smut 

rating: +18 | explicit 

warnings: strong language, teasing, dirty talk, oral [f receiving], fingering, orgasm delay/denial, praise kink, sir kink, creampie, nipple play, rough sex, unprotected sex

au: exes 

trope: sex with the ex 

tags: shameless smut, big dick!taehyung, possessive!taehyung, best friend!jimin, best friend!yoongi

crosspost: ao3

summary: great chemistry is an extreme waste when people are terrible at communication and feelings.

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

♡ A/N: this is my very first attempt to write smut so please bear with me lmao. i wanna thank my best friend tai (and the biggest taehyung whore i know) for pushing me out of my comfort zone and believing i could do it. your support is everything, I LOVE YOU!! oh and the inspiration behind this story was the song F&MU by kehlani. i truly hope you all like it, xx

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She loved to go out but hated having to sail among the sea of people inside LOVEMAZE, one of the best and most popular clubs in Seoul. Y/N was looking for her best friend, who was supposed to be in the VIP booth on the far right, but she wasn't. Around Y/N, familiar faces became clearer as she crossed the dance floor.  

Taehyung on the other hand was sitting in the corner of the bar, almost hidden from the rest of the crowd. Beside him was Jimin, best friend since middle school, and right in front was Yoongi, the best bartender in town and practically his personal therapist. The three of them had known each other for a long time, well before LOVEMAZE existed, and it was very common to get together on days like today to relax and have fun. Except for Yoongi, of course, who walked back and forth behind the counter serving as many people as possible.

While Y/N and Taehyung remained oblivious to each other's presence, she went to the ladies' room, almost positive she would find her friend there and he asked Yoongi for another old fashioned.

“Already, man?" Yoongi narrowed his eyes, “I just made you one."

“I’m thirsty" Taehyung snarled.

“You look tense" Jimin pointed out, taking a sip of his negroni.

Taehyung ignored him.

“I’m serious. You’ve been acting weird for almost a month now” Jimin continued, paying no mind to his best friend attitude.

“I’m straight, Jimin, don’t worry about it" he answered, “Just work stuff."

“Yeah, right, did Y/N perhaps change her name to ‘work’ and this is your subtle way of delivering me the news?” Jimin sneered.

“Now why would you even bring her up, Jimin?” Yoongi asked, putting the drink he just made in front of Taehyung.

Jimin rolled his eyes and took another sip of his own.

Back in the ladies' room, Y/N found her friend washing her hands and greeted her through the mirror.

“There you are!” she said with hands on her hips.

“Oh, I’m sorry babe, totally forgot I was supposed to meet you at the booth”

“It’s okay" said Y/N, “But don’t you think this club is way too crowded for a Thursday night?" she looked around and even in the bathroom there were too many people, “I mean, what is up with you asking me to come on such short notice?” she opened her clutch and grabbed her lipstick.

“You work too much, you need to let loose more often" her friend pouted as Y/N applied the product on her luscious lips, “I feel like I don’t see you anymore.”

Y/N laughed at her friend's neediness.

“It’s true!" her friend laughed back, “And there might be some friends I want you to meet, you know? Very casual stuff”

“Ah… A-ha!” Y/N pointed the lipstick to her best friend.

“What?" she faked surprise.

“You’re always trying to set me up with someone" Y/N rubbed her lips together.

“There are worse friends out there than me, you know?”

“Of course there are!" Y/N bumped her friend’s shoulder, “For tonight though I just need you to let me enjoy myself, okay?” she pleaded with a soft smile, “Let’s go get some drinks and dance until our feet bleed! Come on" pulling her friend’s arm.

Both YN's best friend, Yoongi and Jimin were trying to distract the two of them from their own thoughts. It had been about 3 weeks since they had broken up (for probably what it seemed like the millionth time in just the last six months) and it was becoming increasingly unbearable to watch this endless soap opera.

“Where is everyone?” said Taehyung, looking around the club as he turned the drinking glass in his hand.

“Hobi is here, but I don’t know exactly where" Jimin looked over his shoulder to the dance floor, “Maybe dancing. You know how he is”

Taehyung laughed and nodded.

“Namjoon is out of town, Jin said he would try to swing by, and JK is…." Yoongi stopped for a second looking confused, and glanced over Jimin, “Where is JK? I don’t remember him replying to our group chat”

“Got me" Jimin shrugged, “I think he met someone and don’t wanna tell us."

“Oh really?” Taehyung interjected.

“I mean, I don’t know for sure, but he’s being super secretive lately” the other boy responded.

“How come?”

“We used to hang out at his place a lot and I have shown up unannounced plenty of times" Jimin set his drink on the counter and leaned in. Taehyung shifted in his seat becoming more interested in the story. “Last saturday I swung by and he didn’t buzz me in, he said he was busy and that it wasn't a good time" Jimin continued, “It was around 11pm and I came from dinner with a couple friends, right? So I really needed to pee, and then I said ‘Okay that’s cool, but can I use your restroom real quick? To which he replied ‘Uh….fine….but make it quick’ after stuttering a bit’."

“That’s weird" Yoongi blinked a few times feeling confused and a bit tired. “Aw shit, I’ll be right back” he excused himself to help another bartender.

“Oh nice, he was definitely fucking someone and you showed up and ruined the whole thing" Taehyung side-eyed Jimin.

“If he was he didn’t look like it" his friend said, “But it’s possible."

“Good for him" Taehyung commented, “And for us. That way you guys can talk about his personal life instead of mine.”

“We don’t have a choice" grunted Jimin.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Every week there’s a new drama going on, Tae. Aren’t you and Y/N tired of it?" he questioned, “I know I am” and drank what was left of his negroni.

After a few minutes of chatting with the people in the VIP box and some tequila shots, Y/N was feeling her muscles more relaxed and her mind at ease. The last week had been super stressful and all she wanted was to have fun and forget about everything for a couple of hours.

At the moment she was talking to a very handsome blonde man, but for the life out of her, she couldn't remember his name. Did it start with J? Or was it with K? It didn't matter, he was attractive enough and could hold an engaging conversation, but she was tired of talking and decided she should go down to the dance floor. Y/N stood up and reached her hand to the guy.

"Let's dance."

As they were coming down the steps in front of the booth, the first notes of Lay's 'Jade' began on the club speakers and Y/N grinned. She hadn't heard that song in a while and was ready to make the most of it.

She led the way, holding the blonde man's hand, and mingled her way through the crowd until she found a good spot in the middle. Once she stopped, she brought his hand around her waist and he immediately slid the other one too, hugging Y/N from behind and feeling her ass brush against his cock.

Y/N started dancing to the rhythm of the music, lifting her left hand to caress the blonde's head and keeping her right on top of his, which were on her stomach. She could sense his hot breath on her neck and it was so sexy the way he was moving his hips forward that she felt compelled to close her eyes for a second and enjoy the sensation.

His hands roamed all over Y/N and she turned to face him. Hands on his shoulders, foreheads touching. The blonde man smiled and pulled her closer by the curve on her lower back. She smiled back and kept grinding to the song.

Not far from there, Hoseok watched the scene. At first, he wasn't sure if it was Y/N or not because the red light that prevailed in the club during this particular song and made everything look dark and luxurious — it was difficult to concentrate. Partially thanks to the girl twerking in front of him but also because he hadn't seen Y/N in maybe a year and shadows could play mind tricks. He wouldn't say anything to Taehyung until he was sure.

When the beat changed, some light beams followed, and as if God had heard Hoseok's thoughts, they lit up Y/N's face perfectly confirming his suspicions. Damn, she for sure was beautiful but who was that guy with her? he asked himself while holding his date by the hips.

A few seconds later, the song slowed down a bit and Y/N turned her back to the man she was dancing with and started to slide down his body gradually towards the floor, holding his hands for support, and then back up just as slow making sure there was no space between their bodies. Hoseok wasn't impressed because he knew how sexy she could be, he has seen her with Taeyhung a couple of times probably on this same dance floor. Nevertheless, it was still very enticing to look away.

As soon as Y/N stood up again, she felt that the blond man was hard and laughed to herself, closing her eyes. When she opened them she locked eyes with Hoseok. He was right in her eyesight but further back, near the DJ booth, and she wondered how come she didn't notice him before. Well, this song was too good and she obviously got distracted.

She held the stare, still dancing, betting with herself whether he intended to approach and say hello or if he was going to ignore her. Hoseok looked away, turning his attention to the short hair girl in front of him. Second option it is , Y/N thought.

“I need a drink" the girl said, leaning into Hoseok's ear.

“I’ll go get it for you" he promptly replied, finding it to be the perfect opportunity to tell everyone who was at the club.

“Okay, I’m gonna go to the ladies' room and meet you at the bar” she agreed.

"You will never guess who I just saw" Hoseok giggled, putting his arm around Jimin and Taehyung a couple of minutes later when he approached the stools.

"Who?" Jimin asked curiously.

"Y/N" Hoseok replied slowly, almost syllabically. He loved drama as much as Jimin and he made sure to drag the name of Taehyung's ex to get a proper reaction.

"For real?" Jimin turned quickly trying to look for her as Taehyung kept still, eyes on Yoongi on the other end of the bar.

"Yeah! She's in the middle of the dance floor, grinding all over some dude I’ve never seen. I bet she's here with her best friend" Hoseok let go of the boys and leaned over the counter, "Hey Yoongi!" Yoongi was busy mixing a drink and mouthed to Hoseok to wait.

What Hoseok didn't see was how Taehyung tensed when he said Y/N was grinding. But Jimin did and he intervened.

"Tae, don't do anything stupid."

"What?" Hoseok took a step back and gazed back and forth between Jimin and Taehyung. "What is stupid?"

Taehyung stood up and grabbed his drink, making Jimin anxious because he knew that if Taehyung wanted could make a scene and end up shutting the club down for the night. He was weirdly possessive when it came to Y/N.

"Please?" he pleaded. Taehyung just patted Jimin's back and made his way to the dance floor, secretly meaning 'I can't make any promises'.

The moment he left, Yoongi approached.

"Where is he going?"

"To look for Y/N" Jimin answered with a frown and Yoongi couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Y/N? Is she here?"

"Oh yeah, I just saw her a couple of minutes ago on the dance floor" Hoseok said casually, "Which reminds me, I need another salty dog for my date and a beer for me, please" he smiled.

"Oh no" Yoongi bit his hand.

"Please, Yoongi, my date will be here any second and she's thirsty" Hoseok pouted totally oblivious about what Yoongi truly meant.

"Yeah, I know" Jimin sighed.

On the dance floor, Taehyung made his way through the back, just circling the space without actually getting into the crowd. Karma was truly a bitch and as soon as the song went 'You belong by my side, keep you with me all the time' he spotted Y/N all over a blonde dude, making him immediately clench his jaw and tighten the grip around the glass in his hand.

To him, the sight was almost unbearable. The guy had his hands all over Y/N's body and she was enjoying it. Taehyung knew she was. He knew her inside and out. He could see how turned on she was from a mile away and it drove him crazy that he wasn’t the one responsible for it.

As he walked, occasionally sipping on his drink, he kept his eyes on Y/N's movements. She was a mix of prey and medusa if that was even a thing. Taehyung felt hypnotized but at the same time he couldn't care less, he had to get closer.

Once he was close enough to see the dress she was wearing, how she did her make up and every other detail the sketchy lights of the club allowed him to, he leaned over the wall and thought about how pathetic this dude looked with her. They didn’t even make a good-looking couple, what the hell was she doing? Taehyung was a thousand times better. Then the music switched up beats once more and his eyes met hers — she didn’t even flinch, it’s like she knew he was there the whole time.

Y/N held Taehyung’s stare over the blonde guy’s shoulder and even smirked a little bit. She wondered if he was actually here in the club and he was. Thanks, Hoseok! she thought. Her stomach began doing somersaults, barely keeping her from hiding the amount of excitement shooting through her body.

The guy whispered something in her ear but she didn’t even listen, too focused on maintaining eye contact with Taheyung in the back of the club, so she just placed her hand on his nape and played with his hair a little bit. Taehyung cracked his neck visibly annoyed, which turned Y/N on and that was a game she really wanted to play. Just one more time. For old time’s sake, she thought.

Y/N shifted her focus back to the guy she was with, swirling to the beat and trading positions, standing now with her back turned to Taehyung. The blond guy slightly put his hands on Y/N ass, just taking his time with her and enjoying the music, but she had other plans.

“Don’t be shy” Y/N whispered in his ear, “Grab it like you own it." And that’s exactly what he did which made her let out a moan in surprise when he quickly squeezed her cheeks. To know that Taehyung was watching it made her feel powerful. If he chose to dismiss all of this it's his problem. Somebody would appreciate it more than him, that’s a fact. Y/N wasn't sure if the blonde guy was up for the task but he looked so cute trying.

The thing is, teasing Taehyung is so fun and she found herself still doing it even if they weren't together anymore. Yes, completely unhealthy, she knew that, but the body wants what the body wants — or who it wants. If she played it right it wouldn't take long for them to be fucking somewhere and she needed so badly.

Taehyung was starting to get hard watching the scene. She looked so good. Y/N wanted to get his attention and she was succeeding. Seeing someone else being that close to her, inhaling her sweet and intoxicating scent, grabbing that ass, hearing her hoarse turned on voice, just made him want to punch a wall. Why did Hoseok have to tell him that she was here? Jimin was right though, Taehyung was tired of the drama. However, it had become his and Y/N's little thing: breakup, makeup, breakup, makeup. He was getting used to it by now.

When the song ended, Y/N made her way back to the VIP booth. Her best friend wasted no time and as soon as she sat down on the couch the interrogation began.

"Soooo, did you have fun?"

"Yeah" Y/N answered truthfully thinking about how jealous Taehyung seemed, "I actually did."

"You're leaving with him tonight, right?"

"I don't know" Y/N said right before her phone buzzed on the table, "Maybe...." She picked it up, unlocked the screen and clicked on the red dot above the messages icon.

Kim Taehyung [00:21 am]: that shit be turnin' me on, i cannot lie

And just like that YN felt her panties getting wetter. It was ridiculous how Taehyung managed to affect her so much and she hated to admit that he did, in fact, exercise some kind of control over her. The way he talked, the way he laughed, the way he teased, the way he fucked. Everything about him made her shiver and she never met anyone quite like him. He was a cocky son of a bitch and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting all of that but she guessed he probably knew, otherwise they wouldn't be in this weird arrangement. Were they broken up? Would they get back together? She didn't even know.

The orders had slowed down a bit and Yoongi was talking to Jimin when Taehyung sat down at the bar again. Now it was his turn to be interrogated.

"Is she here?" Yoongi asked, looking over to the dance floor.

"Yes" Taehyung said.

"Did you talk to her?"

"No, Chim, she was busy" he replied, putting a special intonation at the last word.

"With who?" Yoongi was curious too.

Taehyung took off his blazer and started rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. "Somebody not worthy that's for sure.”

"I can't believe you're still into her" Jimin rolled his eyes annoyed with how stupid Taehyung looked right now. He was sure Y/N could step on him and he would be like ‘thank you, please do it again’.

Yoongi tried a more gentle approach, "Are you okay, though?"

"I'm fine" Taehyung cracked his neck again trying to feel less tense but it was in vain, knowing damn well the only thing that would solve it would be the problem itself.

Jimin recognized the signal since he was familiar with how Taehyung dealt with stressful situations. Cracking something was always step one. "No, you're not" he barked.

"Let me get you a refill. On the house" said Yoongi, stepping away from the two.

"Chim, Hobi was right, she was all over this guy" Taehyung began, turning to Jimin and making a disgusted face, "And she was having a good time too because she made sure to show me."

Jimin cocked his eyebrow with a confusing look in his eyes.

"She put on a fucking show for me, dancing, grinding, touching without breaking eye contact" he explained angrily, "She knew what she was doing."

Jimin couldn’t help but laugh. Taehyung was possessive, sure, but not necessarily jealous and he was absolutely jealous right now. It was honestly hilarious to watch him lose control and the little bit of dignity he had left.

"Here" Yoongi came back with a new drink. Looked stronger too. "Listen Tae, either you two work this shit out or you move across the country, I don't know. At this point I'm getting exhausted for you, man"

Deep down Taehyung agreed with Yoongi but it was better said than done, so he just shrugged trying not to think about Y/N too much, and sipped his cocktail thinking how maybe he should go home before he dragged out the blonde weird guy and beat the shit out of him for touching Y/N like that.

Speaking of the devil.

"Y/N!" Yoongi shouted, showing his gummy smile, "What can I get you?"

"A shot of your best whiskey" she winked.

"Not much has changed, I see" Yoongi said, looking to Y/N and then to Taehyung. Was he talking about the drink choice or about them? Neither wanted to know.

"It's lovely to see you, Y/N" Jimin chimed in.

"How are you, Chim?" Y/N got closer and gave him a side hug.

"Good, good…” he beamed. Jimin liked Y/N. “What brings you here?"

"Macallan" Y/N raised the shot glass Yoongi brought seconds before and drank it.

"Right" Jimin laughed as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, "Excuse me for a sec" and left.

"Anything for your friends?" Yoongi smirked, tilting his head to the dance floor.

Y/N knew that Hoseok had told the boys that she was at the club and most likely who she was with as well. She counted on it. As soon as she saw him on the dance floor, she hoped he would run to tell Taehyung, in case he was here too. Luckily everything went down exactly how she wanted to and the loveable (but also gossipy) Hoseok fulfilled his role.

"You're funny" she replied, giving back the empty glass and watching him go make another drink for somebody else.

Taehyung was tired of YN's teasing and as soon as the two were alone, he looked her up and down and commanded, "Stockroom. Now."

Y/N watched Taehyung get up from the stool and pass her by, quickly brushing his shoulder with hers, and heading towards the narrow corridor that led to an area for authorized personnel only, such as the stockroom, manager's office and some other rooms. She could cut through sexual tension with a knife if she wanted to, but she didn't. She preferred to ride it. So she followed him until he stopped in front of one of the doors and pointed for her to get inside.

As soon as she did, the combination of drinks she had before made her feel sassier. It was inevitable to feel horny too. Taehyung was looking so unbelievably hot and compared to the main part of the club, the silence of the room made her feel like they were the only ones within a 10-mile radius. They could be as loud as they wanted to.

“Are you having fun, Y/N?” Taehyung asked, locking the door behind him.

“A little" she giggled looking around the room. It wasn’t big but a good enough size to accommodate a few shelves and boxes filled with the best (and worse) kind of alcohol available to man. It had this dimmed yellow light that set the mood perfectly — it wasn’t too dark so they wouldn’t see each other nor too bright to rip the mystery vibe completely away.

“You have to stop doing this” he warned her, moving closer. His voice was low and the right tone to send chills through Y/N’s entire body. She hopped on the wood table that was right in the middle of the room and with the most angelic face managed to say “It is that hard to ignore me? Damn...”

Taehyung stood right in front of her. “When you grind that amazing ass of yours on another man’s cock instead of mine it is.” He grabbed her hand and placed it right on his bulge. “Very hard.”

“Right” she slowly ran her hand through his length, feeling it twitch below the thin fabric of his grey wool trousers. “But you were the one who dumped this amazing ass, wasn’t it?”

Taehyung hissed at her touch. Y/N had a visceral effect on him like no woman has ever had. She always brought an animalistic side of him to the surface, which he didn't even recognize at times. It was strong and powerful. This kind of match is a blessing and a curse.

“I was just having fun with a friend, don’t need to be so jealous" she laughed with an air of superiority, making Taehyung's blood run faster.

But make no mistake, he could be just as dominant as her.

“I don’t need to be jealous” he whispered in Y/N's ear, what it felt to her as a sensually intimidating way, while his hand slowly moved up the inside of her thigh.

The only thing Y/N could do at the moment was to take a deep breath and control her reflexes because she was ninety-nine percent on the verge of losing it and asking him to fuck her senseless — and that’s exactly what she did, she took a deep breath and went right back to teasing mode.

“And why is that?” she asked, stroking his triceps.

Taehyung smiled against her cheekbone, his hand now close to her core. “Because nobody can fuck you like I can” he said as he swiped his thumb across the lace of her panties, applying a little bit of pressure on her clit and making her gasp.

Y/N grabs Taehyung's hand without thinking twice and drags it up and down. “Cut the attitude and put it on me” she said and immediately bit his earlobe followed by a peck in the corner of his mouth making full eye contact.

Taehyung thought that was the sexiest thing Y/N had ever done. Where did she learn it? Since when she takes the lead like that? he thought. She was always loved to tease and was a soft dom by nature, but she rarely responded with the same level of wittiness. Taehyung always prided himself on how he could catch Y/N off guard, but today she was the one who caught him.

And with that, nothing else needed to be said. Taehyung spread Y/N's legs in one swift motion looking straight into her dark beautiful eyes. He placed himself in the middle, closing the gap between them and taking her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.

Y/N felt as if her skin was on fire. Every inch Taehyung touched left a trace and she loved it. While one of his hands held her neck and the other massaged her breast, his mouth left hers and moved down to leave marks all over her collarbone. But she needed him closer, so she pulled him in by his waist and squeezed his ass, rocking her hips against his. The friction helped but it wasn’t enough.

Taehyung worked his way down Y/N's chest, pulling her strapless dress so her delicious breasts were exposed. He wasted no time and sucked one of her nipples hungrily while squeezing the other between two fingers. She moaned so loudly and it was music to his ears.

“That’s my girl!” Taehyung looked up and smirked, just a string of saliva connecting the two of them, “Always so vocal."

He comes back down but switches breasts, pressing himself forward and making Y/N lie down on the table as he devoured her left nipple. She wasn't much of a breast kind of woman but the way he was working them tonight was insane, she was completely lost in this foggy state of mind. What made it even more challenging to get out of it was the fact that Taehyung was now making his way down her body, now shoving her dress up and he not once looked away. It was so intense, so hot... Y/N couldn't take it anymore.

“Stop teasing me, Tae, please” she whined biting her bottom lip.

“You look so fucking pretty when you beg” he said kneeling and positioning her legs on his shoulders, kissing her inner thighs gently, biting once or twice as he got closer to her center. With one hand still squeezing Y/N's thigh, he brings the other around and starts playing with her clit rubbing his thumb at a consistent pace making an 8 motion and teasing her entrance.

He knew, oh my god he knew. He knew her so well that his talent was indisputable. He’s the best I have ever had, she thought. Taehyung acted with purpose. He got harder just thinking about how much she was willing to beg and now was the perfect time to test this idea.

Y/N felt Taehyung's hands go up to grab the hem of her panties and slowly start pulling it down. She helped him by lifting her hip a little bit off the table and as soon as she did he took them off and threw them on the floor. The cold air from the stockroom hit her pussy violently, making her flutter at the sudden change of temperature. Whilst she wrapped her head around the new feeling, Taehyung examined her body top to bottom, eyes filled with lust and desire — Y/N was the hottest and sexiest to him. She would always be.

“Fuck, Y/N, already so wet for me" he said exhaling the air he didn’t know he was holding.

Y/N laughed but more to herself than to him solely because she knew how much this sight turned him on.

Taehyung goes back to the same position as before, but now one forearm over YN's stomach and one hand on her hood, just above the clit, stretching the area a little upwards so that he could collect her juices with just one flat out lick. Y/N thought her clit being exposed like that bordered on extra sensitivity but it also felt good and she didn't want him to stop. As soon as she made that mental observation he moved his hand to her thigh and began to suck her sensitive bud ruthlessly, alternating between erratic and deep licks with the tip of his tongue at her entrance. The sounds were obscene and Y/N was too focused on them, lost in an intense lust, that she couldn’t help but get more turned on than she thought possible.

Y/N reached her hand down and ran her fingers through Taehyung's beautiful and soft black hair, letting her nails lightly scratch his scalp before deciding on a place and closing her fist, making him moan from the sudden hair pull.

“Oh my god, Tae, yes, keep it going" she screamed as the vibration of his moan echoed through her body in intense waves of pleasure.

He sucks faster, Y/N juices glistening all over his chin. The hand that was on her thigh is now at her entrance, his index finger playing around with her folds. She tugged his hair and he instantly responded, shoving two fingers in with no warning and pumping in the same rhythm as he toyed with her clit, making Y/N jerk and shudder in front of him.

“Mmmmh” was all she managed to say. With her eyes and lips tightly closed she could feel the sweet sweet edge getting closer.

However, that wonderful sensation didn't last long, coming to a full stop when Taehyung suddenly removed his fingers from inside her. She clenched around nothing and immediately opened her eyes only to find him leaving pecks all over her core, then her thighs, moving up to her belly button, her stern, then her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.

Strangely, she wasn’t mad that he had denied her orgasm, but in fact, a little excited by what was next.

“Tonight…” he mumbled in her ear right after slowly kissing her sweet spot, "...you’re gonna cum only on my cock” and ran his hand up her thigh landing a slap on her ass. “Got that?”

“Yes, sir” she growled back pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt with her legs twisted around his waist.

That was it for him. The growl that left her mouth made Taehyung understand why men dueled a few centuries ago, why perhaps some leaders started wars — it was this primal response the responsible for waking up deep desires within one's soul.

Then he hovered above Y/N for a brief moment, supporting his weight on both hands on either side of her head, so he could bend down and kiss her again. Their tongues explored each other without ceremony or reservation, in a way that was more sensual than weird. Taehyung scooped his hands behind Y/N’s lower back, bringing her up to him and then slowly raising both of them to sit upright. She moved her arms to rest on Taehyung's shoulders, entangling her hands behind his neck and pulling him closer without breaking the kiss. Neither of them wanted to stop, not even to gasp for more air. It was too addictive.

Taehyung took a step back from the table and Y/N followed him plopping down onto her feet. He started taking off her dress and she helped him by wiggling until the fabric fell to the floor. The feeling started to get more urgent as Y/N kissed Taehyung's jaw and neck as she worked skillfully to undo his belt. Before she knew it, his pants and boxers were on the floor too and she took the opportunity to break the kiss.

“You handle it different when you mad” she observed as she pushed him to the opposite wall and began kissing him once more, a bit more savage than before, pulling his bottom lip with her teeth, “I missed it” she laughed teasingly looking into his eyes.

“Sex fire when you in your feels" Taehyung shrugged and slid down his hands from her back to her ass leaving a squeeze before stopping right below the curve. That was him signaling to Y/N he’s about to lift her up and she doesn’t miss a beat once he takes a step towards her to get enough space. Once she’s up and has her ankles hooked behind his back he starts kissing her again and walks them to the table.

Taehyung sits Y/N down and she suddenly breaks the kiss panting heavily.

“I want you to fuck me from behind.”

His breath got hitched in his throat. She was so perfect. Why in the hell did he break up with her? Fucking idiot, he thought.

“God, you’re perfect. Bend over" he commanded.

Y/N stood up and turned around bending over the table. Her nipples were so hard and as they brushed over the wood surface she couldn’t help but let out a small and almost inaudible moan. She spread her legs a little and wiggled her ass, impatient to feel Taehyung inside of her. She was dripping.

As Taehyung watched her do that, he felt his cock twitch, precum making his tip shine. So he stepped in, right hand on his member aligning himself at her entrance, left hand with open palm down, caressing Y/N from the top of her cheeks up to her lower back as he slid in. She was so wet for him.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N” he said, placing his now free hand on where her leg met her hip, staying still for a couple of seconds enjoying how her pussy adjusted around him.

Y/N backed her ass more, making him bottom out — oh what a glorious feeling, he was so big. I’m complete, she thought to herself as holding tightly to the edge of the desk to the point where her knuckles were beginning to turn white. Taehyung started slow but then changed to a faster rhythm pounding in a way that had Y/N moaning shamelessly.

“It feels so good, Tae, I might have to piss you off more often, shit”

He snickered and slapped her ass hard. “You like it when I get rough, don’t you?”

Y/N moved her legs a little bit closer together to make it tighter for him. “You like it when I make it tight, don’t you?” she said between thrusts and Taehyung almost cummed at the sudden feeling.

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh a little out loud. Y/N had this incredible gift of surprising him when he truly least expected it. Fucking her was pure bliss and, honestly, the best part of his day whenever it happened. Which is why it was such a shame she didn't know how to be in a relationship.

So he slowed down his pace and reached in front of Y/N’s tight, which for a second made her think he was going to give some extra attention to her pulsing clit but no, it was only to grab her knee and put it on the table completely changing the angle and making his cock reach deeper hitting her special spot just right. Taehyung bent over and placed a wet kiss on her back. She was being such a good girl.

“Fuck yes, right there Tae." Y/N could almost cry at the sensation, it was all so overwhelming. Taehyung was right, nobody could fuck her like he did. He always knew what to do, what she liked and how to hit it. No man could compare. It was too bad he didn’t know how to be in a relationship. “Harder" she muttered under her breath.

Taehyung slowed down just a bit and rammed more precisely and deeply. His hands were firm on Y/N hips and his fingers would definitely leave the spot sore the next day. He loved some sloppy sex, but he was already so close and he wanted her to finish with him.

As the two fucked the brains out of each other, the same thought hung in the back of their minds: such great chemistry is an extreme waste when people are terrible at communication and feelings.

It would be much easier if this toxic pattern of breaking up and getting back didn't repeat itself so often. Perhaps in the next lifetime, when they finally learn a healthy way to love each other, the cycle could be broken. Until then, all they had left was the brief mutual satisfaction their bodies could provide.

Totally surrendered to the sensation of having Taehyung satisfying her like never before, Y/N began feeling that friendly electricity spread through her body as she was so close to reaching her release. Her legs felt like jelly and she wondered how come she hadn't collapsed yet. She heaved and propped her torso up, bringing both of her hands down from the edge to stabilize herself on the table while she tilted her head back and bounced relentlessly on his cock.

“Tae, I’m gonna cum.”

Between his thrusts, Taehyung quickly slid his right hand down Y/N clit and rubbed it fast with the right amount of pressure until he felt her walls clenching hard and her juices coat his shaft, allowing him to finally relax and reach his high too.

A muffled moan was all Y/N heard from him as they rode their high. She knew the quieter he came, the stronger his orgasm was. She could feel every inch of him and it was marvelous — every throb his thick cock made and every drop of cum. She wanted to say something but she needed to catch her breath first.

Once they calmed down enough to make complete sentences, Y/N brought her leg down and stood up. Taehyung removed himself from inside her but didn’t move, forehead resting on her shoulder blade.

“That was amazing, Y/N" he gushed as he kissed her shoulder. Y/N smiled.

Taehyung turned around and started looking for his trousers. He found Y/N’s dress first and threw it in her direction.

“Why I gotta fuck you up to make you fuck like that?” she asked with a mischievous smile sliding her dress down and fixing her hair.

He smiled and wet his lips with his tongue, running his hands through his hair. “Because I’m not a vanilla man,” he grabbed his boxers and started to clean himself up with it, “and you have taste."

“Had taste. Past." Y/N approached and cupped his face, “We’re not doing this anymore, Tae" she warned, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “I mean it.”

“That’s exactly what you said last time” Taehyung lifted his chin up, looking smugly at Y/N, “We both know it's never really goodbye.” She just rolled her eyes at him and started walking backwards to the stockroom door.

“Bye, Tae.”

Y/N had a love-hate relationship with how presumptuous Taehyung could be. Even though it turned her on, she knew they couldn't go on like this. She allowed this behavior so logically she had to be the one to end it. Stop being so horny, she chided herself. She promised that tonight was the last time, for real, she got Taehyung out of her system. The week was shitty, he was here, he helped and now they’re done.

As Y/N left the room, Taehyung finished putting on his pants and adjusting his belt, throwing his underwear in what seemed like a trash bin under the wood table. He really wanted to make it work, but they had reached a point where it wasn't even a possibility anymore. Maybe it was for the best, you know, never seeing each other again, but something inside of him didn't want to give up just yet because she was, indeed, like no other.

05. once upon a time | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 3.184 genre: drama, light angst rating: pg-13 warnings: cursing au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: experience all the events so far through Y/N’s perspective

A/N: i'm so so so happy with the positive feedback on this story. thank you to every single one of you who leave a like, reblog it, and takes the time to reply to the post. pls know that i see everything! i hope you will continue to share your thoughts with me, i love reading them. my inbox is always open too, even to anons <3

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I was exhausted.

Tired of pretending.

As much as I told myself that I was fine, that things were going to happen, it was all a lie. They weren't. I waited patiently for years and whenever I thought it was finally going to happen, I was disappointed.

Tae Hyung is a difficult and complex man, and I had no idea of ​​that in college. My first impression of him did not match the first interaction, which also did not match the reality of our daily lives as classmates in an elective class we took together.

I remember thinking that he was the cutest guy I had seen wearing a gray sweatshirt. His eyes were lightly covered by his wavy black hair and his lips were a really beautiful pink shade, very kissable. However, the first time we spoke it he was the one to initiate and it was to complain about something that I asked the teacher. From that day on he sent mixed signals. There were days when he insisted on questioning anything I said or did while on others he smiled sweetly, reminding me of the first time I saw him.

The way he treated me started to get annoying and I made sure to draw the line on the possibility of even becoming friends. He didn't seem to need friends anyway. I once saw him in the pub on the outskirts of campus where students would often go, and he was a completely different person. Full of life, the center of attention and surrounded by girls too. It looked like he was really alive when he had an audience. The type of person who charms everyone with charisma, good humor, and appearance. Typical rich boy behavior. Very rich I should say. The type of rich you don't see anymore. Old money. Generations of power. It was obvious that he had no idea what it was like to work to achieve something. Everything fell at his feet when he wanted and how he wanted.

Although his indifference bothered me to some extent, I had to agree that he was a great student. He got high grades, argued his opinion like nobody else, and loved to start a controversy just to amuse the group and gain morale with the teachers. Tae Hyung was a born leader.

In senior year I was already used to his personality and developed a way to deal with it whenever we interacted (which wasn’t that often, to begin with). Equal to equal. I would be a mirror. The way he treated me, I would treat him back, simple as that.

There were days when I felt that he was letting his guard down and showing himself to be just a boy uncertain about the future, somewhat vulnerable, and I even tried to talk a little bit about but he didn't seem very interested in letting other people really get to know him. It was like he was hiding something. The walls went up in seconds and I found myself, again, amid sarcastic remarks. Humor as a defense mechanism, I get it.

Our third and final project together was actually a debate open to the public. We were on opposite sides, of course. I don't remember exactly what topic we discussed, but he was in favor and I was against it. He was visibly lost, stuttering, and I took advantage of it.

After I won the debate and the whole audience got up on their feet to applaud, I finally felt like I was good enough. Good enough to be in a renowned college, good enough for my parents to be proud of me, and good enough to secure a great job; a job where I could make a difference, get a lot of money and help my family. I felt the center of attention for the first time and honestly, nothing could compare. I even remember thinking while bowing and thanking everyone ‘Oh, so this is how Tae Hyung feels all the time’, which totally makes sense. I immediately understood why he was so incredibly oblivious to the world around him and especially to those below him.

Right after graduation, I went straight to London to get an MBA, and occasionally stalked my former college colleagues' LinkedIn to find out what they were up to, where they were working, that kind of stuff. Tae Hyung’s profile, however, hadn’t much public information available. From the photo I could see that he was still the same, the only difference was that he now wore a suit. His position within the Vante was not specified and I tried to imagine whether he actually did anything there or if he simply spent his father's money as a bon vivant.

In my first month back in Korea, I received an email from Vante Enterprises asking me about my interest in an interview for a high position, totally confidential. I thought it was kind of weird because I didn't recall sending my resume over, like ever, and I very much doubt that Tae Hyung's father, then CEO, knew who I was.

And it was a good thing that he didn't because I wasn't going to work for him.

Kim Jin-ho was a very traditional tycoon and, precisely for that reason, he led Vante in an equally archaic way. And, because they were that way, I had one foot in and one foot out about the interview. I wasn't comfortable with the way these older folks did business. Back in college, I was an intern in a similar company and I saw a lot of shady stuff. I couldn't (and wouldn't) jeopardize everything I worked so hard for just for a position there. I needed to be strategic about my future, even though I was 100% aware that having Vante Enterprises on my resume would open a lot of doors.

When I finished reading the email, I googled if Tae Hyung's family was still in charge or not. I found some articles talking about recent deals, acquisitions that went well, projections for the following year, but nothing that confirmed that Tae Hyung's father was still the CEO. That was when, on a social note inside a virtual magazine, almost near the foot of the page, I saw the phrase ‘Kim Jin-ho celebrating his 60th birthday and 2,000 deals while preparing for retirement next summer’ next to a photo of Mr. Kim cutting a cake.

I paused for a moment, reflecting on the possibility of Tae Hyung taking over after his father: it was possible but a bit strange if he did. My only connection to the company was him, so if they were after me for an interview, it was because Tae Hyung appointed me, and that left me confused because I couldn't understand exactly why he did it. He didn't even like me! He literally criticized everything I did.

Or maybe…

I was good enough.

That’s it!

Right then I had a eureka moment where I realized that all the efforts I had made so far were paying off. The universe was giving back due to my hard work. I had become an acquisition specialist and both my internship and my job in London could attest to that. These two companies were monumental in helping me to understand both domestic and international markets and trained me beyond the goals I had set during college.

I was certainly worthy and should act accordingly, entering Vante with my head held high and boosting confidence. Since the position was obviously important enough for them to keep it confidential, I would have to behave as if I already got the job.

And that's what I did.

I marched into the building feeling on edge but hoping that either Tae Hyung or Ye Jun would conduct the interview. If I came face to face with their father, I would be extremely disappointed, but I wouldn't show it, of course.

As the elevator went up I remember mentally repeating my favorite affirmations, rethinking my best academic moments, visualizing my professional goals coming true, and quietly praying that everything would work out so I could have a job in Korea near my family.

When I left for London it was very hard on my parents, and on me too, although they both rooted for me unconditionally. I got a scholarship for my MBA and they gave me all of their savings so that I could support myself in the new country until I found a job. Fortunately, it didn't take long. 6 months later I had already stopped using the savings and began paying them back.

As soon as I entered the lobby I was amazed at how grandiose it was and felt a sense of belonging. Very weird! And that was exactly what fueled me to walk into the CEO office determined to win the position.

I knocked on the door three times after the secretary authorized me to go in, opening it slowly and finding the person I most wanted to see: him. His hair was still fluffy, wavy, and probably soft. When he gave me a smile and said, ‘Hello, Y/N. Long time no see!’ I was forced to hold a laugh for two simple reasons:

1. His attitude hadn't changed at all. He continued with an air of superiority disguised in good manners.

2. He had orchestrated all of this. If he hadn’t then he would look more surprised to see me. Taehyung didn't seem surprised at all, actually.

The meeting did not last very long and I left satisfied in less than 10 minutes. I certainly made a strong impression on Tae Hyung, because the next day he called me to make things official. I started the following Monday.

From that day on I embarked on a great adventure that taught me a lot about myself and the power of resilience. Working at Vante Enterprises was everything I expected it to be and Tae Hyung was an excellent leader, I'll give him that. He allowed me a lot of freedom, not only because the position I held required it, but also because I saw that he trusted me more and more each month.

That trust did not come overnight though! I worked hard to earn it. Just as I know he worked hard to earn mine too. I can't say we became proper friends, however, we did develop an unspoken bond and mutual respect where we just had to look at each other to know what the other thought about a certain situation.

However, this bond turned out to be useless when I made the biggest mistake of my career. Yes, I am talking about the purchase of the Min Industries shares, the ones that put me in this goddamn mess in the first place.

I vaguely remember Tae Hyung telling me about the deal he had with Yoon Gi one of the nights we worked overtime at the office, but not the details. In fact, on second thought, I'm sure he never told me anything. I would have remembered!

When the purchase opportunity came up I did a very detailed research for almost 3 months and I didn't find a single link that could harm Vante. I met with different shareholders of our company, then with our lawyers and finally with the interested parties. It was an incredible opportunity and I made the decision to take a risk without communicating to Tae Hyung. I had never consulted him before, so I wouldn’t start now, right? Well, that was my thought, and what a wrong thought it was. If I could go back in time, I would.

At the emergency meeting when I heard him say that Vante was undergoing devaluation thanks to my decision, my heart stopped for a few seconds, the air escaped from my lungs and I started to freak out internally, looking for all possible mistakes that I could have committed. The louder his voice got, the more embarrassed I became and wanted to shout back explaining that I had done nothing wrong, that the purchase was legitimate and that there was no reason for devaluation. I was being humiliated for simply doing my job. The audacity of this guy!

I took a deep breath, stood up, projected my notes, explained everything in as much detail as possible, and found comfort in knowing that I had done everything right. There were no mistakes. I don't make mistakes. Well, that wasn’t true anymore I guess.

When everyone left the room and Tae Hyung and I were alone, I confronted him asking how he loves to exaggerate things. To my not-so-great surprise, he called me irresponsible. Okay, he didn't exactly use that word, but he did tell me something about not knowing how to follow rules and who doesn't follow rules is either irresponsible or stupid. I looked at him feeling a little hurt because I knew he knew me better than that — I was the complete opposite of irresponsible. Instead, I replied that I loved my job and that he paid me well for it, which is true, after all, I am very good at what I do and it gives me immense satisfaction when I manage to improve people's lives with my acquisitions, even if indirectly.

Tae Hyung got distracted for a few seconds so I took the papers he was holding. As soon as I quickly scanned the content, my argument fell apart and all the confidence I had in my work immediately left my body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Lots of confidential information, things I should know but didn't know thanks to Tae Hyung who chose to keep it from me. Was he becoming like his father? What else had he agreed with Min Industries? And what about other companies? Was he making decisions behind my back?

I suddenly felt sick because all of this could have been avoided if he had opened up to me, explained the details. I wouldn't tell anyone whatever his secret about Yoon Gi is, it was probably not even that relevant. If I had seen these projections before, I would not have bought the shares, obviously. I could only think: you’re such a dumbass, Y/N!

It was exactly during my desperate fit while gathering all my belongings scattered around the meeting room, feeling desperate to leave, that Tae Hyung said one of the most painful things I have ever heard coming out of his mouth, ‘Where is my trust in you now?’

I would rather have been stabbed, it would actually hurt less.

Maybe it was the way he said it or the fact that it was the last straw in a hopeless scenario, but with that question, I felt free. I wasn't going to pretend anymore. I was so tired of playing his games, trying to understand his obsession with rules, sympathizing with his family problems, giving my blood, sweat, and tears for this company, basically being his work wife, giving up personal quality time with my family using the pretext that I was working harder to provide or to put aside any possibility of personal life that I had because deep down I hoped that he would finally see me as someone worthy, someone on the same level as him.

But I wasn’t.

I was never going to be.

So I said that I quitted and left the room, without waiting for a reaction or reply. I didn't want to hear anymore. Yes, I had an important position, yes I had become a shareholder in less than five years, yes I made a lot of money and helped my family, but at what cost?

All of this, all this effort, for him to question my trust? My loyalty to Vante? To him? I was a fool to believe that I really knew Tae Hyung. Even more for assuming that he knew me too. Ten years right down the drain because of a stupid mistake. Or was it really that stupid? It was looking more like a blessing in disguise because that was what allowed me to put myself first.

Arriving at the lobby, I was feeling too upset to be confined in a metal box and decided to choose the good old emergency staircase. She was my companion in so many difficult and challenging times. Personal and professional. She heard me cry and scream. Saw me jump and celebrate. It couldn't be any different now, right? And maybe it was my last time taking advantage of its magical powers.

It didn't take long to hear Tae Hyung's voice calling me and then coming up right behind me. I've never been so angry and hurt in my life and I didn't want to see him. I needed space, was that so hard for him to understand?

He kept following me, begging for my attention and justifying what, at that moment, seemed unjustifiable to me. I wanted some time to think, to breathe, to do anything that didn't have to do with him or Vante. But then he touched me and the warmth of his skin brought me back to reality.

This could not be happening. Focus!

He kept insisting that it was all my fault and I was about to start screaming. Tae Hyung didn't hear me, didn't see me, didn't understand me. It was suffocating. He even dared to say that I loved Vante.

I loved something else, lots of other things to be honest, but he never cared enough to know what they were. Vante was waaaay down on my love list. This was just the place I worked, my God.

That's why when Tae Hyung told me he needed me there and I made it clear that he didn't need me for anything. He never did. I'm good at what I do, but he's just as good. He hired me to share the responsibilities and make more time for the other activities required for a CEO. Including those that could very well be illegal, right? Who knows...

No matter what arguments or fights he tried to start, or how blind he was, my tiredness was not going to be magically cured, my mental exhaustion wiped out forever and my feeling of non-belonging resolved. I seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thought somehow it could be different, but there are things in life that are not meant to be. I couldn't force an end result just because I wanted to. This wasn’t how a relationship worked.

So I asked him not to follow me anymore, I wanted to get off that fucking emergency staircase. I felt like I was going to be sick again, my blood pressure was low and I needed air. I’m done. A place that was special to me now has been polluted with this presumptuous little scene of him all smug telling me what I should or shouldn't do, wanting to label my feelings, not taking my resignation seriously, and demanding that I return the next day.

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06. too blind to see | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 2.258 genre: drama, light angst rating: pg-13 warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: taehyung seeks advice from yoongi and ends up realizing that there are some unresolved feelings he needs to figure it out

A/N: this was probably one of my favorite chapters to write. working on the relationship between tae and yoongi is refreshing, because yoongi comes in as the voice of reason (and maybe even the reader's voice too a lil’ bit) and is a very important thing for the protagonist's development.

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“This is concerning” Yoon Gi said as he took the glass from the waiter's tray, “And it also doesn't make any sense. Y/N would never resign without good reason.” He paused briefly to face me, as I remained silent trying to find the right words. “What did you do, Tae Hyung?”

I fidgeted in the armchair a couple of times and ran my hands through my hair before revealing in a tone that I hoped was casual and aloof enough as if things like this happened all the time and I was perfectly okay with the consequences.

“I may or may not have humiliated her in front of the shareholders just to make a point about how wrong it was to go behind my back to buy your shares and then in private question her trust”

“Tell me you're joking” Yoon Gi looked me up and down, his expression a little difficult to read. He looked angry but at the same time confused, as if he hadn't heard me right. Apparently, my attempt at sounding casual failed. I could only mumble sounds. Words? What was that? I suddenly became desperate. Who was I trying to fool? Yoon Gi or myself?

“Tae Hyung! Are you stupid?” he placed the drink on the small table between us, “Why did you do that?”

The real reason I didn't know. I simply did it. Impulse? Yes. Stupidity? For sure. Ego? Most likely. The more I replay the incident in my head, the more ridiculous it gets. Saying it out loud? Mortifying.

“I know, I know” I started defending myself, “In the beginning, the shareholders were all nice and everything was great. They sucked up to me the way they never sucked up to my dad. However, as the years went by I started to deny their perks and demands and they responded by doing the absolute minimum. Didn't affect Vante as you would expect, instead left me with a bunch of shit to do and stress level through the roof” I explained.

Yoon Gi took another sip of his whiskey and, still holding the glass close to his mouth, he pointed his index finger at me making the liquid stir inside. “From where I’m standing you shouldn’t have used Y/N in your so-called revenge plan. You should have talked to her about it first and come up with a plan together to fuck those assholes”

“Yes, we already established that I am a jerk” I lowered my head, pouring more soju, “When I first heard she bought the shares I got really pissed, I’m not gonna lie. I explicitly told her you and I had a deal and she had to come to me first” I continued to defend myself, after all, there was some sort of logic behind my fuck up.

“She bought shares in which company?” Yoon Gi asked.

I squinted for a moment trying to remember names, “FL and Losna"

“Not many people know I own Losna, Tae” he pondered, “It may have been an honest mistake on her part”

“She knew about FL though!”

“I don't care, you’re wrong”

“Yoon Gi” I cry out.

I wanted his help to make sense of all of this and also get some moral support, not to take Y/N’s side and tell me the truth so bluntly. We have been brothers since we were ten years old, which means I hope he will lie to me and spare my feelings — it’s called good manners.

“Tae Hyung” he mimicked me in a sarcastic tone, obviously making fun of my pain, “Listen, I’ll talk to my lawyers about this to see how we can reverse the deal. At least with FL. Losna doesn’t matter much”

Yoon Gi was always mature, sensible, and responsible, there was no way he would spare my feelings. Deep down I knew that and understood he was the only friend who could get me right on track. Did I enjoy our little dynamic? No. Did it work? Every goddamn time.

“What about your dad? What will you tell him once he finds out?” I asked, making Yoon Gi laugh.

“The truth” he replied.

I crossed my arms and stared at him in total disbelief, “You say it like it’s easy…”

“It's not easy at all, but unlike you, my friend, I have this thing called uh…” Yoon Gi paused dramatically looking around as if he had lost something in the armchair, “...balls, so it’ll be fine” he smiled, not showing his teeth.

“Ha ha, very funny” I slowly clapped my hands.

“I wasn't trying to be” his eyebrows arched in surprise, “Natural talent, perhaps?”

“Sure, let’s go with that” I scoffed, “Can your natural talent also help me get back on Y/N’s good side?”

Yoon Gi narrowed his eyes, “Is there more you’re not telling me? Did something else happen?”

This man knew me very well, so much so he knew exactly when I was hiding a piece of information. If I wanted his help, I should tell the full story with Y/N, not just the meeting/humiliation part, so that's how I spent the next fifteen minutes detailing our conversation (or should I say fight?) at the building's emergency stairs.

When I finished, Yoon Gi took a few seconds to digest it all and then tilted his head sideways, biting his lip, trying to read my body expression. “Why are you so desperate to get her back?” he finally asked.

Thank God, an easy question to answer. “Because she is the best and I need her”

“Nah, I don't think that's it” he shook his head and shifted his body, now sitting more on the edge of the chair with a smirk on his face.

“What? What are you trying to say?” I disputed.

“You like her” he pointed his fingers at me, the smirk still intact on his face.

“I what?”

“Like her” Yoon Gi repeated and chuckled as he leaned back in his armchair again, probably satisfied with his ridiculously inaccurate and delusional remark. Unbelievable.

“Since when do you get drunk with only two glasses of whiskey?” I wondered.

“Don't deflect, Tae Hyung”

“I'm not” I shrugged looking around. I wanted to leave so bad. “I don’t know where you got this impression but I don’t like her”

“Don't deny it, Tae Hyung” Yoon Gi rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll play along” I took off my blazer feeling annoyed with this line of questioning, “What made you think I like Y/N?”

Yoon Gi wasted no time. “Gee, I don't know, maybe it has to do with the fact that you talk about her all the time?” he leaned in to pick up his whiskey from the table, “Or how you find any excuse to work late just to see her for a couple more hours?” he asked before taking a sip.

“No no, forget it, I think it's because she never let you shoot your shot, not even in college, and you are secretly obsessed with the tug of war you two play” he seemed to be talking to himself, “It irritates you so damn much but at the same time is exciting, isn't it?” he finally looked at me and smiled. “You hate being told no but she makes it cool, doesn't she?” he lifted the glass as if he wanted to make a toast.

I looked to the glass, then to his face, then back to the glass. What is happening? Where did he get all this from? Why so many details?

“You have to stop reading webtoons, I'm serious” was all I managed to say.

“How can you be this oblivious?” Yoon Gi snorted. “I’m actually a bit sad for you”

“I don't see why” I blinked, confused by his statement. “I'm fine, she's fine. We'll see each other tomorrow” I smiled, sipping some of my soju after raising the glass. This was something worthy of a toast.

“You poor thing. No you won’t, she won’t come back” he shook his head. “I’m sorry to be the one to break it down for you but not only is she ‘the one that got away’, she’s also an amazing professional who just got an amazing opportunity”

When I called Yoon Gi earlier tonight this was not what I had in mind. As time went by I felt worse about how unable I was to resolve the situation.

“Opportunity?”

Yoon Gi pursed his lips for a moment organizing his thoughts. “Y/N is free to do whatever she wants and, honestly, I don't blame her. Ten years with you would take a toll on anybody”

“We’ve known each other for twenty” I replied, pretending to be offended.

“I’m not anybody, first of all” it was Yoon Gi's turn to be fake offended “And you're like my little brother, so it's different” he crossed his legs.

I sank in the armchair imagining Y/N disappearing from my life and never stepping a foot on Vante again: a bitter taste came to my mouth and I felt my chest tighten. 

“You really think she would do that? You know, go work somewhere else?”

Yoon Gi blushed and shyly nodded, “I would if I was her”

But she can’t go. I made a stupid judgment call and it’s not a good enough reason for her to quit. Maybe there is something more she isn’t telling me. If I could just talk to her one more time, if she gave me another chance, I would shut the fuck up and listen. She could demand anything and I would give it to her. A raise? More vacation days? Less overtime? I am willing to do whatever to get her back.

Seeing my sad face, Yoon Gi added, “Give her some space, Tae. Actual space, okay? Don’t call her, don’t text her, and for God’s sake, don’t chase her down some stairs”

Yeah, he's right, I shouldn't be pushing too hard, but then how am I going to show her how sorry I am? Me and my fucking ego ruined everything, that's great.

“I think the first thing you need to do is figure out how you truly feel about her" Yoon Gi started once he noticed the shift in my mood, “I can talk all night long about the tiny details I noticed throughout the years but it won't make any difference because you have to look back and see it for yourself”

I could honestly feel how much Yoon Gi cared. His tone of voice was soft and even a bit sweet, leaving me with no choice but to lift my chin and meet his concerned and loving gaze.

“I can be wrong though, I don't know” he quickly added, uncrossing his legs and placing his hands on his lap. “To be honest I was waiting for the day when you would come up to me and tell you guys were finally a thing. I kinda hoped you were at least working on it at this point. It's been a decade in the making, maybe more” he laughed trying to lighten the mood.

“I-I don't know, man” I confessed.

It was strange for me to hear out loud that Y/N was different because I always knew she was, since and the first time we met. There was something about her that attracted me and at the same time drove me crazy. I hated the way she treated me, always acting like she was superior, but I loved the way her indifference encouraged me to be better and overcome my own limits.

I never felt the need to label our relationship because it had automatically been labeled as 'incompatible' from the get go. It didn't matter how beautiful I thought she looked in a ponytail while studying late at night at the college library, how I envied her attitude towards life or her extensive knowledge in any subject, nor the good relationship she had with all the teachers, classmates. and now Vante employees, Y/N and I were not close enough to create a bond, let alone a relationship. We had no time, opportunity or desire to, I suppose.

Her position in the company felt like meant to be one of my mom’s shenanigans so it was surprising how long it took for shit to hit the fan. At some point, we were bound to have a fight or even fall out for good but I guessed that would happen within the first two years, not now. Besides, in the ten years she spent here, three were dating a guy from London. On and off, of course.

How was I supposed to compete with him? Not that I thought about competing in the first place but if I hypothetically did I wouldn’t stand a chance. Even with me being obviously more handsome, successful, and richer than him, they had a bond and intellectual compatibility I could never match.

“It's okay,” Yoon Gi assured with his hand on my shoulder, “that's why I told you to give it some thought and figure it out. It's normal, you have been close for so long that it might be hard to distinguish at first”

That's it? 

I'm just used to thinking of Y/N as a partner and not as a potential lover? Is it okay to change my mind at some point? Does she even care? What would she say? Wait, what would I say to her? 

This is all happening so fast.

I'm scared.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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01. hide and seek | snowed in • pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader word count: 1.349 genre: fluff, romance rating: pg15 warnings: none au: single parents trope: neighbours to lovers tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader crosspost: ao3

summary: thanks to your dog you met the cute but guarded neighbor. thanks to a snowstorm you discovered he could be much more than that. would the two of you be ready for new beginnings, even if your pasts left deep scars?

alternatively: how you and park jimin fell in love by christmas

A/N: this is my very first attempt to write fluff and i’m super excited! i’m really into hallmark movies and cheesy romantic comedies so i hope it’s light and fun, and you have a great time reading it. thanks for being here <3

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“Eighteen, nineteen, twenty! Ready or not, here I go” Jimin turned from the wall and scanned the place. He moved quietly through the living room, looking over every corner and possible hiding spot. Nothing.

“Where are you? I’m gonna find you” he said in a sing-song voice.

The apartment where Jimin lived was a medium-size loft with high ceilings, big windows, and an open concept. There weren't that many corners to hide, especially in the kitchen with a big island in the middle so he moved his search to the bedrooms.

"Jia" he called, feeling desperation build up in the pit of his stomach, "Jia?" he repeated again, louder now. She wasn't in her bedroom or in his suite.

"Jia, you can come out now, sweetie…” Jimin was trying to stay calm, but as he entered the bathroom he saw it was also empty. With two big strides, he reached the bathtub and pushed the shower curtain. Nothing. She was gone.

This has never happened before and fear took over every fiber in Jimin's body, making him start to shake and his eyes burn with tears threatening to escape. He immediately ran across the apartament to get the car key. She might have left without him noticing and headed for the street. What if she wasn't on the street? What if somebody took her? God, he would have to go to the police!

“No no, no police, calm down Jimin!” he mumbled to himself.

Jimin left his apartment and started shouting for Jia as he walked through the building's corridors. The silence was excruciating.

“Jia, where are you?” he cried out now totally desperate and with tears streaming down his cheeks.

He felt so helpless and unbelievably guilty. How did he let that happen? He was always so careful. You have to keep your eyes on kids at all times, what the hell was he thinking? And he didn't even check beforehand to see if the door was locked? Idiot!

As he reached the front door of the building, he saw a tiny figure wearing cute pigtails and a pink tutu right in front of the stairs, crouched down petting a dog. He took a deep breath and wiped away the tears, a wave of relief starting to settle him down. Once he collected himself, he opened the glass door with a strong pull, running towards the girl.

“Oh my god, Jia!”

“Hi daddy!” the girl smiled like nothing happened and this was a casual conversation, eyes making a crescent moon shape, just like her father’s on happier occasions where he hadn’t just taken the biggest scare of his life.

Still feeling a bit overwhelmed he kneeled and enveloped her in a tight hug for a few seconds. “Jia, we agreed that we were going to play inside, what are you doing here?” he asked as he pulled away to look the little girl right in the eye and caress her little cheeks.

“I’m sorry, daddy, I wanted to play with the doggie” she shyly replied feeling suddenly sad. Jimin didn’t sound mad but she felt as if he was.

“Hello, I'm sorry. I didn't know she sneaked out” a stranger intervened.

Jimin finally realized there was someone else present. He stood up, taking Jia's and giving the strange woman a scornful look.

“Since when does a small child wander around by herself?”

The woman was speechless, completely shocked, and not knowing how to reply because she was sure he would thank her for looking after the girl until an adult or parental figure arrived, however, her good deed was found with contempt.

She wished to explain what happened, especially the part that she wasn't a crazy child thief but it was best to leave him be. He was visibly altered and wouldn't think logically. She didn't expect him to.

Still, she felt somewhat embarrassed by the tone he used and decided to just leave. “Come on, Bo” she said, pulling the dog by the collar and giving Jia an apologetic smile before entering the building.

“Bye doggie!” the girl waved.

“Jia, you scared me. Please don't do this again!” Jimin bent over with a soft but worried expression, “It's very dangerous to be out here without an adult, okay?” he explained and kissed his daughter's forehead.

“Okay…” she nodded.

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Bo barked.

“I know!” she stirred the meat in the pan, “So obvious but it all happened so fast”

Bo barked again, wagging his tail. Y/N thought he was trying to be part of the conversation but the dog was just really hungry and the smell that permeated the kitchen was driving him nuts.

“One minute we were getting out of the car, the next she was right in front of me scrubbing your belly” she looked down at Bo, “I didn’t even see where she came from!”

Bo jumped on Y/N legs trying to get closer to the stove.

“You are not listening, are you?” she sighed amused, “Okay, fine, I’m gonna feed you”.

While Y/N waited for the meat to grill a little more she grabbed Bo's food from the cupboard under the kitchen island and put it in his bowl by the door. He definitely wasn't going to pay attention to her until he ate. Hungry furball!

In the unit next door Bo was also the topic of conversation.

“Daddy, I want to play with the lady’s dog” Jia announced with a serious look on her face.

Jimin was cutting some vegetables on the kitchen table while she was coloring a drawing in the middle of the living room floor and he thought the bossy tone she used was very amusing as if she were letting him know what she was going to do instead of asking for his permission. Exactly like her mom.

“What?”

“Please? He’s really cute!” she got up to look directly at him with a pout.

“What dog?” he asked confused, not even remembering the interaction, “What lady?”

“Today! When we were playing hide and seek.”

Flashes came to Jimin's mind and he quickly remembered the woman who owned the dog and how he cut her off. He said something about kids not walking around by themselves? What was it again? He couldn't remember but it was not nice at all. Amidst the rush of emotions he felt in less than ten minutes, her presence was not registered properly and now he regretted not even saying ‘thank you’.

“Oh…” was all he managed to say.

Jia came running and stopped in front of the table, both hands together, absolutely desperate, “Can I? Please? Pretty pleeeeease?”

Her big eyes made Jimin melt on the inside. How could he say no to that face? And it wasn’t like she was asking to go out on a date, she just wanted to play with the dog. Yikes, dating. She was almost 5 but he knew time would fly pretty quickly and soon enough she would be 16 and getting into high school.

“I'll ask the lady tomorrow, okay? Right now it’s time for dinner!”

Jia looked at the vegetables on the cutting board and gave her dad a side-eye, "I'm not hungry" and put both of her hands behind her back as she rocked back and forth.

“Jia, we already talked about this, remember? You need to eat your greens. You are a big girl now!”

"I'm not that big" she raised an arm and stood on her tippy toes.

"Oh no? Too bad," Jimin shrugged and he kept slicing, "babies can't play with dogs. They might get hurt”

“No, no, wait! I’m a big girl” she quickly corrected, making Jimin burst out a laugh.

"That's what I thought"

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆⠀

07. a double-edged sword | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 4.738 genre: drama, light angst rating: pg-13 warnings: cursing au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: over the course of a month, tae is forced to face his feelings in order to fix things with Y/N. but will he be able to? she has some news.

A/N: a double-edged sword: a situation or course of action having both positive and negative effects. in this particular chapter i wanted to show that even when you have the best intentions at heart, things might take an inexpected turn and get you back to square one

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≡ 24 hours later ≡

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Saturday. 11pm. I was trying so hard to fell asleep but my stupid and stubborn brain only knew how to repeat Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, over and over and over and over again — it was driving me nuts.

Yoon Gi helped. He truly did. I felt so much better after talking to him but to be completely honest he stirred some shit inside me too and I wasn't sure how productive the next few days were going to be. If I can't sleep, how am I supposed to focus on work? Y/N may have quit but I was still CEO and had a lot of people depending on me.

In the dark, the light beams that came in through the bedroom window made shadows with interesting shapes and I stared at the ceiling as if it was going to give me the answers I needed.

I took a deep breath.

They say there are 5 stages to grieving: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I already went through 3 but out of order. Does that count?

At first, I tried to bargain with Y/N. No success there. Then I went to straight denial as Yoon Gi casually pointed out how dumb and blind I have been. Now I'm getting depressed because I don't really see a way out of this. Y/N is gone.

Another deep breath.

Maybe I should go make ramen.

In the kitchen, while setting everything up, I went over different conversations I had with Y/N over the years, looking for any hint that my subconscious could have given me that I genuinely liked her. It was still weird to talk about it so openly, even in my own head. Bringing to consciousness something that was asleep, for whatever reason, was uncomfortable.

I'm not sure why I made a point of burying the possibility inside me. Maybe because I believed she hated me (but if she hated you so much, why did she go to work for you?), maybe because I thought she didn't have time for a relationship (she didn't have time because you loaded her with work, idiot) or it was because I was simply afraid (this seems like the most logical option, congratulations). The dialogue with myself went on for a while until the ramen was just the way I like it and I ate out of the pan sitting at the dinner table.

What do I really feel for her?

Is it attraction? Admiration? Lust?

What do I like about her?

If I text Yoon Gi right now will he block me? Probably.

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≡ 1 week later ≡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “You have been quiet since you got here, honey. Did something happen?” my mom asked as she calmly sliced her steak. Joining us at the table were my father, my brother, and his fiancee Hyun Jae.

“Don't tell me you lost the exclusivity deal with that Australian company” my dad sipped some of his wine while my mom gave an elusive nudge with her elbow making him almost spit his drink.

“No dad, I renewed the deal” I replied.

“So what happened?” my mom insisted, more concerned now, even making Ye Jun lookup.

“Nothing, nothing” I reaffirmed with a (fake) smile making her smile too. “Tell me about the wedding, Jun. Have you guys set the date yet?” I pointed the knife at my brother and my future sister-in-law.

“September 15th” Hyun Jae nodded sheepishly.

“Excellent! I will ask Eun Ae to block my schedule"

“Thank you, Tae” Ye Jun smiled.

“It will be here in Seoul, a classic but intimate ceremony. We are not going to invite many people, just the dearest ones” Hyun Jae explained. “Are you bringing someone?”

I think she must have asked the question that everyone there wanted to ask because the three heads immediately turned to me. My mom because she was curious, my father because he was surprised, and my brother because of Hyun Jae's boldness. Now it was his turn to nudge her with his elbow.

“You can bring someone, or not, it’s fine, we don't care” she laughed embarrassed. “I mean, we do care, you are very important, we are family…” she immediately corrected herself.

“Baby, I think he got it” Ye Jun put his hand on top of Hyun Jae's, making her stop and breathe. It was actually funny the way she blushed. My brother, poor guy, head over heels for her, admired every tiny detail on her face. They deserve each other.

“You should bring Y/N” my mom commented with a smirk as if she had said the most brilliant thing ever.

My dad looked at her a little surprised, “She's a good girl, but wouldn't she give the wrong impression?”

I didn't even have time to say anything, because my mom already intervened as if Y/N was her own daughter, “What do you mean wrong?”

“No, not like that” said my father, “She works at Vante, she is not Tae Hyung's girlfriend. People gossip, you know Soo Jin?”

“And what do you know about gossip, anyway?” my mom narrowed her eyes.

“I'm right here, guys” I remarked, “Doesn't my opinion count?”

“Right” my dad rolled his eyes at my mom and turned to me, “What do you think? Would she accept the invitation even though she only has a professional relationship with you?”

“Maybe, I'll have to ask her” I took another bite of my food. With my mouth full I can't spill out that Y/N no longer works at Vante. My father would kill me.

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As I'm walking to the front door to grab my jacket and car keys after I said goodbye to my family, I hear footsteps approaching behind me. To no surprise at all, it was my mother.

“You used to stay longer, you know?” she stood beside me, snuggling to her beautiful peach cardigan. Her cheekbones had a light shade of pink and her hair was up in a ponytail. She looked so young.

“I'm sorry mom, I really have to go”

“But it's Sunday” she pouted, hugging my right arm and stopping me from putting the other side of the jacket on.

My mom had this adorable side that came out every once in a while, whenever she needed some attention. Didn't happen much, but at the same time, it made my heart grow bigger. It also made me a little bit sad too since I knew it was because she was feeling either sad or lonely.

“Yeah, I know, I wish I could but there's a lot to be done at the company and I have to prepare for a big meeting tomorrow” I (white) lied since I'm embarrassed about the actual reason why. A part of that statement was true though.

“I know that excuse all too well” my mom side-eyed me, letting go of my arm, “Your dad used to say it quite a lot”

More and more I see traits of my dad in me and I hate it. I swore from the beginning that I was going to be different. Better. Look at me treating my mom the same way he did for so many years. I'm pathetic.

“Can't you ask Y/N to help you or handle the meeting? Just this once” she pleaded, watching me put the car keys in the jacket’s front pocket, “Your brother's wedding it's in 6 weeks and I need to discuss some things with you before"

“Uh…” I paused for a second. I should have seen this question coming. “Y/N is very busy too” I shrugged nonchalantly.

My mom furrowed her eyebrows.

“Let me check my schedule” I quickly intervened, holding her by the shoulders, trying to change the subject, “I think I can come to dinner next Friday and we’ll talk about the wedding”

“Fine” she sighed in defeat.

I gave her a big box smile and a kiss on the forehead, “Okay, I gotta go now, mom”

As I was reaching for the doorknob she said, “Wait, just one more thing”

“Yeah?” I turned around.

She looked me dead in the eyes, cute attitude long gone. “Apologize to Y/N”

“W-what?” I stammered in shock.

“I don't know what you did, but just apologize” she pointed her finger at me as if I was five years old and just did something naughty.

“How did you…” I avoided her stare, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Whenever we asked about her you gave evasive answers” she said just before poking me in the chest, “And I know you"

This was my problem and I didn’t want my mom worrying about it. She had a tendency to want to solve everything for everyone and I suspect she would also like me to date Y/N. To this day, I don't know what her real intention was in insisting on hiring Y/N, but something tells me that it was love at first sight for my mother — unlike me, which was not even on the 8790th sight. If my mother could have chosen to have a daughter, I’m sure she would describe Y/N head to toe, flaws and all.

“Thanks mom but I'll find a way to fix it” I replied with a faint smile, barely holding it together. If she only knew how I was feeling inside.

“Oh, I know that, you always do” she gave me a wink, “Just remember to speak from the heart” and rubbed my chest.

“I did that. Didn't work"

“Are you sure?” she squinted her eyes.

“What do you mean? Of course!” I pulled away.

“Tae Hyung, you have a terrible way to communicate your feelings” she looked back at the living room making sure no one was close by to listen to the next part as she whispered, “and that's on me and your dad" I laughed and she returned to normal volume, “So I highly doubt you knew what you were doing”

“I asked her to stay, that I needed her there”

“Wait, why?” she grabbed my arm again and led me towards the door.

“She quit” I whispered as we crossed the threshold.

“What?” my mom shouted.

“Shh!!” I said while closing the door behind us and pulling her close to me as we walked to the driveway, “Yes, I fucked up really bad mom, but I know that if I can just talk to her one more time I'll convince her to change her mind”

“Where is she now?” my mom asked, lowering the hand that was over her mouth.

There’s no more hiding, I guess. I need to come clean.

“I don't know"

“Good God, Tae Hyung” she slapped my arm, “How in the world did you manage to lose your most devoted and talented employee?”

“By being an asshole” I confessed.

She rolled her eyes, “Lovely”

The moment we approach my car I suddenly turn around, desperation fully displayed on my face, “Can you just please keep this a secret? I'll figure something out, just don't tell dad yet”

My mom pondered for a few seconds. Not if she was going to tell my dad or not, because I knew she wouldn't do it, but what to say to me next. I could see in her eyes how worried she was and how badly she wanted to offer me some kind of solution (the family's problem solver, remember?). Instead, she just used the old-fashioned threat, “You better!”

“Now I really have to go” I gave her a hug. “I love you”

“I love you too” she squeezed me a bit tighter before taking a step back and cupping my face, “And remember: be honest. With her, and with yourself”

“I will…” I nodded, promising myself that as difficult as it was, I would try. My mom was right and that was good advice.

“And stop being an asshole” she moved her hands from my cheeks and rested them on my shoulders.

That was also another good piece of advice, although more difficult to execute, so I just laughed, “I will”

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 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Right after I got out of the shower, while still drying my hair, I noticed my phone light up and vibrate over the sink. It took me a few seconds to register the name that appeared in large letters at the top: Y/N. I threw the towel away and picked up the device as fast as I could, almost dropping it on the floor. Desperate was an understatement.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Are you at home?” she asked, which I immediately replied with a grunt which made her continue, “Can I come in? We need to talk”

The tone in Y/N's voice was serious but didn’t show anger as I thought it would; not like that day on the emergency staircase, at least. I ran over to the intercom and saw her on the camera. The request was surprising, the time even more so. It wasn't like her to show up here at my house, so whatever she had to talk about it must be urgent. Okay, Y/N was the topic of conversation, but something stirred inside me and I started to feel restless.

“Sure” I replied, pressing the button that opened the gate and ending the call right away.

She caught me so off guard and I didn't even have time to put clothes on! I was still in my bathrobe. Damn, this doesn't seem appropriate. As soon as I heard the front door open, I ran into the bedroom and put on the first outfit I saw, a set of black sweats.

Back in the living room, Y/N was sitting on the couch with her elbows resting on her thighs and her chin in her hands, swinging back and forth. Was she nervous or just bored?

“Ah, hello!” I coughed first to announce my presence, “Sorry, I just got out of the shower”

“That’s okay” she straightened up and smiled, watching me walk around the couch and sit, “I should have given you a heads up before coming and not simply show up at your doorstep”

“You are always welcome” I adjusted the glasses on the bridge of my nose, still unsure of what to say next and somewhat afraid of what she had to tell me, “Did something happen?”

Y/N took a deep breath.

Oh-oh, that doesn't sound good.

“Over the past few weeks, I thought a lot about what happened, about the things I said and, especially about the things I didn't say” she looked away, now staring at the tv on the wall in front of us. “Do you remember that acquisition in Hong Kong?”

It took me a few seconds to pinpoint the memory but I smiled when I did, “Sure, it was your first international purchase”

That day Y/N was so happy and I remember thinking ‘It's just another purchase, why is she smiling so much?’, without even considering how meaningful it must have been for her.

“Yes, but what I remember most vividly about that day was the way you treated me” her gaze now returned to me, nostalgic and a kind of sad, “I felt invincible because you believed that I could be invincible” she smiled without showing her teeth as if the memory itself was a little painful to talk about.

“I thought you knew” I replied frowning, “You always acted like you were” I chuckled and Y/N blushed.

“Apparently, we never properly recognized how alike we are and how we have influenced each other over the years, have we?” she asked.

I thought about it for a moment, “Yeah, I guess you’re right”

“Everything has always been so implicit” she nodded, “At least for me…”

“Of course, for me too. I was never big on words, you know that” I agreed.

“Maybe that was our mistake too” she observed, suddenly making me understand exactly what this conversation was about. Watching my reaction closely, she continued, “You know what I'm talking about, don't you?”

I knew, of course I did, but it is so difficult to say it out loud.

“My inability to say thank you?” I teased, trying to be funny, too much of a coward to keep going. Why am I like this? Why do I have to make things more complicated? It's so simple. She is so simple.

“I was talking about how we both took each other's trust for granted and ended up abusing certain situations, thinking it would be okay and just brushing them off when in fact the chance of us getting hurt and feeling betrayed was pretty big” Y/N shrugged, “but sure, you can be really ungrateful”

Shit.

I must have spent a lot of time staring at my feet, searching for the right words, because she took advantage of my silence to keep talking.

“Precisely because I knew you trusted me so much, it didn't even cross my mind to consult you on such a small acquisition and, at that time, very insignificant and disconnected of Min Industries, because I had done it before” she paused and glanced back at me just to make sure that I was following along. “You, on the other hand, thought that I would stay, even after I was humiliated and hurt because that wasn’t the first time that we disagreed on something and you put on a little show”

Yup, she called me on my bullshit. I really took our relationship for granted. When I think of the selfish way in which I made certain decisions or how I treated her, it almost seems like an out-of-body experience. It is as if I look at myself and couldn’t recognize the person in front of me.

“My mistake was to assume that you knew and respected me enough not to use me as a pawn in a pathetic power scheme” Y/N continued, now with a little more urgency in her voice, “And yours was that I was going to tolerate this behavior forever and quietly; a bit submissively too”

She got up and started pacing around the room, “I should have told you that your attitude bothered me but I was busy and naively waiting for that Hong Kong Tae Hyung to appear. The one who was kind, empathetic, and also funny” she seemed lost in thought but not for long. She then regained focus and asked me with bitterness in her voice, “I wanted to be your friend, wasn’t it obvious?”

“No, quite the opposite” I snapped.

“Since college”

“What?” I widened my eyes, “You ignored me in college"

“Because in the few interactions we had, you always found a way to criticize me”

“Wait, you criticized me” I said, getting up and pointing a finger at Y/N.

She watched me do this and pointed her finger back, stammering a little bit, “I-I did it because you did it first”

“I'm so confused…” I massaged my temples as I walked towards the kitchen. Water, I need water.

Y/N was right behind me. She stopped in front of the island and watched me open the fridge. “You really have no idea what's going on around you, do you? Always oblivious”

“I don’t do it on purpose, Y/N” I justified, slamming the door and opening the bottle of water. My voice came out a little harsh because of the mocking tone she had used before — I couldn't help it, this is how we communicate. She noticed.

“But it doesn't hurt any less because of it” she whispered, lowering her head and staring at the counter.

Even after I realized my reaction was exaggerated and being completely aware that this was the whole point of the conversation, I couldn't hold back the following words and kind of shouted, “Is that what you wanted to tell me? At this hour of the night? That I’m a bad person? Thanks, I got the memo”

Y/N took a deep breath, “I'll let this one slide”

Does she want to lay all the cards on the table? Great, let’s do it.

“You know what?” I started, taking a quick sip of water and closing the bottle, “I've been waiting to hear from you for over a month. I was desperate thinking that something had happened. Now you show up here, late at night, with what I thought would be an explanation or at least a productive conversation, but no” I faced Y/N, my hands resting on the cold marble, fingertips gripping the edge tightly. “What do you want?”

“To tell you straight up I’m tired” she replied without any emotion in her voice, “I'm tired of your games, trying to understand your obsession with rules, sympathizing with your family problems, giving my blood sweat, and tears for Vante, acting like your work wife, giving up quality time with my family or any possibility of personal life” she shifted the weight from one leg to the other and tilted her head a little to the side, “I just wanted you to see me as worthy”

“Worthy?” I asked.

“Worthy of your time, of your friendship, and who knows, maybe something more” Y/N ended with a humorless laugh, the kind you give after hearing something absurd or a bad joke.

“Something more?” I blinked trying to assimilate the information.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Don't try to be funny now”

“Promise I’m not” I raised both hands.

“Tae Hyung, for God's sake, the tension between us is palpable, it always has been. Can you honestly tell me you didn't feel it?” she leaned over the island and grabbed the water bottle in front of me and drank right away.

“Well, yes... I did” I scratched my head, “but you are so hard to read…”

“That's because you never bothered to get to know me. Not really” she capped the bottle and tossed it back to me, “Back in college you made sure to put up a wall between us. I don't even know you”

“What are you talking about?” I grabbed the bottle with one hand in a quick reflex, “You’re the person who knows me the best, Y/N” I pointed the bottle back at her.

“You only get that impression because we spent hours on end together, but when was the last time you told me anything personal?”

Wait, that was a valid question. When was the last time? I'm sure it wasn't that long ago. Hold on, I'll remember. It was that day... no, it was that time...

“See?” she crossed her arms, taking advantage of my inner monologue.

“We’re digressing” I walked around the kitchen, returning to the couch, “What is this worthy thing all about? Do you…” I paused as I sat down, biting my bottom lip “Do you like me?” I asked.

Y/N, still in the kitchen, laughed to herself before slapping the island's surface, “Out of everything I said, is this the part you’re focusing on?”

“Oh I'm sorry if I'm a little shocked by the ton of information you just dumped on me” I said in a sarcastic tone, getting up from the couch feeling the adrenaline running through my body, it was impossible to stay still. “It’s obvious that I had no idea that you felt so bad working at Vante, if I had known I would have done something about it. I never wanted or expected you to give up your life for me or the company, now I feel bad”

“It is what it is” she put her hands in the front pockets of the plaid maxi blazer and walked towards me.

“No, it doesn't work like that” I shook my head “It’s like you don't know the basics”

Then that's it. We reached the point of no return. With each new information Y/N revealed, more urgent was my need to make everything clear. I was scared as hell, but we had no choice. Either we talked about how we really felt or we would end our relationship for good.

“You can't come to my house and say everything you want to say and hope that I don't say anything back. The last month was a fucking nightmare for me, I replayed that night over and over in my head, dissecting all my answers and finding three new ones, because I knew I made the biggest mistake of my life” I felt like my heart was going to come out of my mouth, blood pumping in my ear, my hands were starting to sweat, “If I could go back in time, I would, but I can’t. And where were you for me to properly apologize?”

“I needed some time” she muttered.

“Yes, I understand, I don’t blame you. But now you’re here. Let's talk!”

Y/N was still standing behind the couch, her facial expression impassive, just waiting for what I was going to say next. I, on the other hand, had already taken off my glasses and moved to the front of the tv, walking back and forth in an attempt to calm down a little and choose the right set of words.

“I know I already said it, but I’m gonna say it again, I shouldn't have humiliated you in front of the shareholders, let alone questioned your trust or loyalty to me and Vante. For that and also for being an absolute jerk most of the time, I sincerely apologize”

Y/N nodded.

“It was never my intention to hurt you, drive you away, or disrespect you. You are the person I admire the most within the company. That day I saw the perfect opportunity and went for it. I thought that if I showed the shareholders that even the “boss’s favorite” didn’t have privileges, of course, they wouldn’t” I said calmly and slowly so that she had time to absorb everything.

“I am obsessed with rules because they help me find order amid chaos” I continued, “I’m terrible with surprises. I hate the feeling of helplessness that comes attached to error. My perfectionist nature limits me more than it helps and if I could change something about myself it would be that”

I walk towards Y/N, the only thing between us is the couch.

“Believe me, I didn’t make a conscious choice to use them as an obstacle to anything, including a relationship. I'm sorry for that too” I rubbed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

“About telling you things about my personal life, I honestly thought you didn't care at all” I looked up to meet her eyes, “Even before Vante, you never seemed to care about me that way” I put my hands in my sweatshirt pocket, “You mentioned the wall I put up, but you must have helped me build it because I also know very little about your life. Have you noticed that?”

Y/N was speechless. From her reaction, I could see I struck a nerve. She was too focused on pointing out my defects and forgot to recognize her own.

“Huh…” she said, narrowing her eyes after thinking for a while, “I think you’re right. Better late than never then”

“What?”

“Eric proposed to me” Y/N stated.

I shake my head, suddenly dizzy by what I just heard. Torn between confusion, despair, and a nervous breakdown, I feel like screaming and laughing at the same time because if I heard her correctly it is ridiculous. 

“Are you serious?”

Was Y/N testing me? I thought she liked me. Up until three minutes ago, that was what she made me believe. I’m not crazy, she said 'something more’, didn't she? So how could she be marrying another guy? And that stupid englishman of all people? It must be a joke.

“Didn’t you want me to tell you about my personal life? This is personal” Y/N crossed her arms, “Eric proposed to me”

“Okay, you are serious” I said to myself, “What did you say?” I turned my face to her, a pleading look on my face. At that moment it was impossible to read her expression and the silence was killing me, “Did you accept, Y/N?”

“Yes”

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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08. hanging by a thread | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 2.909 genre: drama, light angst rating: pg-13 warnings: cursing au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: tae is conflicted between following yoongi's advice and respecting Y/N decision to move on with another man. which one will he choose?

A/N: definitely one of my favorite chapters :’) with the story nearing its end, i had to continue the build up and create a curve that would lead to the apex (which will come in chapter 9). hope you like it!!

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“I guess I should probably go…” was the first thing Y/N said after a few minutes of complete silence. I was leaning against the tv wall with my forehead pressed against the cold marble and eyes tightly shut. I knew she was starting to get uncomfortable and I desperately wanted to say something to make the situation less uncomfortable. Oh well.

“Are you coming back to Vante?” I asked slightly banging my head to make the imminent headache that was beginning to form go the fuck away.

“No, why?” she quickly replied, sounding genuinely confused.

I immediately turned around, “But I apologized”

“You’re missing the point — again” Y/N said annoyed, “It’s not about that. It’s about what’s best for me right now”

“Running away, you mean?” I crossed my arms and took a few steps closer to her.

“Choosing” she got up from the couch with her purse already hanging from her shoulder, ready to leave. “For the first time in a long time, this is something I chose, for myself. Not for you, not for my family, not for anybody”

I think she has a point. After how honest she was today, I can only accept that she no longer wants to work with me, let alone have me in her life, but it's hard. I never thought we would reach this point. Although she didn't consider us friends, I feel like I'm losing one and it’s the weirdest feeling ever. I don't even know what I can possibly say to reverse this situation and make sure that at least we keep in touch from time to time, like college buddies I guess. 

Jesus, this is so lame. I don’t know if I can do it.

The crazy part is that, for a millisecond, I saw something sad in her eyes. Like she didn't want to go away or maybe she regretted this decision. Unfortunately, I can't hang my hopes on a hunch. I shouldn’t have hopes in the first place, she made that very clear tonight.

“I’ll have your paperwork ready by monday morning. Can you swing by the office?”

“Yes, thank you!”

The relief tone she used stung.

“I’m gonna go now” Y/N announced and I moved out of the way taking a couple steps back to let her through.

“I’ll walk you out”

“Don’t worry about it” she gave me a faint smile, “I know the way”

I feel a mixture of contempt, sadness, and shame. She doesn't even wanna be close to me. It's like I don't know her anymore, I'm shocked. I can't even accompany her for the last time, say a proper goodbye. Would I ever see her again?

Before she reached the front door I decided to turn my back so I wouldn't have the image of her leaving engraved in my brain forever. If I didn’t see it then it didn’t happen, it’s not real, she didn’t leave for good, just temporarily.

Entering my bedroom, I grabbed my phone lying on the bed and texted Yoon Gi.

kim taehyung | 11:23pm: she’s gone gone  min yoongi | 11:25pm: what? kim taehyung | 11:25pm: y/n. she left for real this time min yoongi | 11:26pm: why? kim taehyung | 11:29pm: she’s getting married

As soon as I pressed send I knew it would get a reaction out of him and I laughed out loud when my phone rang announcing his call coming through.

“What the fuck?” Yoon Gi bluntly started.

“Yes” I chuckled.

“You’re kidding right?”

I moved up the bed and laid down, propping one of my arms behind my head, “Wish I was”

“Hold on. How is she getting married? To whom? Was she even dating?”

“To some English guy named Eric”

“English?” he sounded disgusted.

“Well, he’s half Korean. His parents moved to England before he was born” I stared at the ceiling recalling the time when I first found this out.

“How do you know that?” Yoon Gi asked like he read my mind.

“Google”

“Taehyung…”

He will think I’m crazy.

“Fine, a private investigator”

“Just because she is marrying him?”

See? Crazy people behavior alert.

“God no, I’m not a psycho” I explained, “I had him check out the first time he appeared, a few years ago. He’s Y/N college boyfriend”

“So you know him”

“No. Technically they met at the MBA program in London not in college but it was around the same time we graduated so who cares…Anyway, one day he showed up at the office to pick her up and she introduced him as her boyfriend”

I remember like it was yesterday, dark hair, bangs almost on his eyes, a kind smile. A full-on goody-goody. Too perfect to be real, raising the biggest red flag on my book of weirdos.

“I thought it was very strange she hadn’t mentioned a boyfriend before so I had him check out just to make sure he wasn’t a serial killer or something, you know?” I continued.

“And at that moment you didn’t realize you had feelings for her?” the way Yoon Gi asked the question I knew he was furring his eyebrows behind the phone.

“What?”

“Please, who does that? You actually paid a guy to look into another guy because of a girl. A girl that was just your employee, by the way. Don’t you think it screams ‘I’m-in-love-with-you-and-incredibly-jealous-of-this-relationship-you-suddenly-have’?”

“Now I do,” I scratched my head and sat up, “at the time I thought I was just being nice and looking out for a female employee. You know how many weirdos exist these days”

“Right…”

I let out a loud sight and got out of bed. Yoon Gi was doubting my intentions and, even though I was unconsciously already interested in Y/N at the time, what I did was perfectly okay. I didn’t do it because I was jealous nor was I trying to sabotage their relationship.

“Did you at least confess your feelings?” he asked.

I paced around the room a little bit before answering, “Not exactly”

“What do you mean not exactly? Either you did or you didn’t”

“We kinda argued about some stuff, then acknowledged we had sexual tension and next thing I knew she was telling me how ever since college she wanted to be my friend or even more”

“Yah!!!!” Yoon Gi yelled, making me almost drop my phone.

“What, what?”

“If I was next to you right now I’d punch you in the face”

“Why?” I asked, kneeling in front of the bed and putting my phone on speaker. Yoon Gi knew how to be scary sometimes.

“I can’t believe she said this and you didn’t confess” he grunted, “That was your cue! What’s wrong with you?” I could hear the non-existent facepalm from miles away. He was disappointed in me, I knew it. Bet he’s thinking how our conversation at the pub didn’t mean shit for me, but it did.

“I apologized though” I paused to get a reaction, staring at the phone. “Wholeheartedly!” I added.

Sometimes I felt like a little boy asking his father's approval. I never did that with mine but I found myself doing it with Yoon Gi every now and then. I always wanted to be cool in his eyes.

“Okay, that’s actually good”

I silently mouthed a thank you and fixed my posture to sit cross-legged in front of my phone to talk to Yoon Gi as if he was on my bed.

“Yeah, but then as I was gathering the courage, trying to find a way to approach the subject she was like since you wanna know about my personal life, I’m engaged, how’s that for personal? and I was just standing there like are you serious?”

I may have mimicked her voice and my voice for theatrical purposes, which made Yoon Gi laugh. He could be so annoying sometimes, I swear. 

“Why you laughing?”

“I’m imagining the look on your face”

“Thanks”

“Go on…” he said, obviously trying to hold his laugh.

“That was basically it. She said it was her choice and I pondered a little bit before agreeing and saying I would have her resignation papers drafted and ready by monday morning”

“Wait, so she’s not coming back?” Yoon Gi’s tone went back to serious.

“Oh yeah, no" I shrugged.

“Wow, you’re fucked” he clicked his teeth.

“Yup” I agreed, infatuating the ‘p’.

“Personally and professionally” he reiterated.

“Big time”

“I don’t know what to say to you right now”

“I was counting on your advice, to be honest” I tittered.

“Now that you thought about your feelings and is sure about them, you have to tell her”

“Yoongi,” I got up and started gesticulating towards the phone as if he could see me, “she’s getting married!”

Did I not tell the story right? Was he not following along?

“She’s not married yet”

He got me there. If we are going to stick to technical terms, I guess Yoon Gi is right.

“On monday morning, when she stops by to get the papers, just tell her” he suggested.

I don't know, there is something about not respecting the boundaries she imposed half an hour ago that doesn't sit right with me. On the other hand, what made me equally uneasy was how sad she seemed when she left.

“It won’t make any difference” I scoffed, sitting down next to the phone and biting my thumb nail.

“You don’t know that” Yoon Gi reprimanded me.

“I don’t think she’ll like it very much” I shook my head nervously.

Come to think of it, she has been sad ever since our talk in the emergency staircase.

“You don’t know that either” he pointed out.

“Isn’t it just rude? I know she’s with another guy and she made it very clear tonight that she doesn’t want to be in any form of relationship with me. She didn’t even let me walk her out!”

“Stop making excuses for yourself and decisions for her. Just tell her. You’ll feel better, I promise”

“Doubtful” I said, face between my hands, the sound coming off a little bit muffled. I don’t know if Yoon Gi heard me or not. He’s right, I know he is, but I just can’t do it. She’ll just start to hate me and if there’s one thing I’m not willing to lose is her respect.

“Listen to me, don’t listen to me, I don’t care. You know I don’t care” he said, “All I know is that you guys would’ve been great together and you’ll definitely regret it not even trying”

“Damn” I looked at the phone.

“What?” he chuckled, “Too harsh?”

“Not more than usual”

That made me smile. Yoon Gi has always been the type of friend who said what needed to be said instead of what you would like to hear. At the beginning of our friendship, I misunderstood his advice for personal criticism especially tailored to hurt my ego. As I got to know him better, I learned his sincerity was a gift and was always accompanied by the best intentions. He really cared. Not about if I liked or not or what I was going to do per se, but how much I was going to let the problem affect me. 

Yoon Gi is an empathic guy, although he doesn't seem like it at first. He is always thinking about how to help other people feel better and I am very grateful to have him in my life. He knows that even if I don't take the majority of his advice, I have too much respect for him to not at least consider what he has to say.

“I was going for painful” he jokes.

“I appreciate you” I smile again.

“I know you do”

“Talk to you soon”

“Bye!”

After ending the call, I had a lot to think about. I needed a plan to talk to Y/N on monday, I couldn't just confess my feelings out of the blue. It's late and I'm too tired. I'll deal with it tomorrow.

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As soon as I turn left on the street, I can see my house and relief runs through my body. I can't wait to take a shower and sleep! Airplanes are so uncomfortable. But wait, the lights are on.

After parking, I climb the short flight of stairs that connects the garage to the main house and go out into the corridor, instantly being greeted by the delicious smell of something being baked.

“Hi, I’m back!” I say in a sing-song voice, taking off my shoes.

“In the kitchen” a female voice shouts.

Heading in the direction of the voice, and thinking about what I'm probably going to eat, I walk into Y/N separating some ingredients on the island and picking up the mixer.

“What are you doing?” I ask confused.

“Baking a cake?” she replies with a ‘duh’ expression.

I didn't know Y/N liked to cook, I'm quite shocked she is here. How did she get in? I don't remember giving her the keys.

“Okay, and since when do you bake?” I teased taking off my jacket and throwing it on the couch.

She looked up, pointing the spatula at me, “Since the man that I love decided he didn’t want a birthday party”

I smiled and she continued preparing what I gathered was the frosting. I'll never get sick of hearing her say those words. It gives me goosebumps and fills my chest with the warmest, most amazing feeling.

“It’s not that big of a deal” I shrugged.

It really wasn't. I don't care much about my birthday. I used to when I was younger. Once I rented a yacht for the weekend, another time I took my friends to Greece, another year I went to Vegas with Yoon Gi. It's funny to see how priorities change over time because these things sound so trivial right now and don't appeal to me anymore. I did it for fun, not because the fact that I was born was an important event. It was just a date on the calendar where I was allowed to go crazy.

Y/N, however, didn’t see it that way.

“To me it is!”

Inside the bowl in front of her was this beautiful, soft-looking white mixture that made my mouth water and I quickly reached my hand to scoop a little bit.

“This looks good, can I have a tas—” I was interrupted with a slap on my hand.

“No!”

“Ouch” I laugh.

“I’m not done yet” she laughs too and I roll my eyes. Just a tiny bit wouldn’t make a difference, she knows that! Looks so tasty.

“If you behave, I have a surprise set up for you later” she smirked.

“Oh really?” I hugged her from behind, putting my hands on her stomach and leaving a kiss on her cheek. She hummed in response and kept smiling while stirring the mix.

“Can’t wait” I whispered in her ear before kissing her naked shoulder, which unfortunately wasn’t for long thanks to a stupid alarm that started ringing nonstop.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” Y/N asked me and I shook my head in the crook of her neck. “Tae!” she laughs, “Your phone is ringing”

All of a sudden I feel sad for some reason, “I wanna stay here with you”

Y/N immediately stops stirring the mix and turns around to face me, displaying the most loving look in her eyes as she smiles and hugs me, “But baby, I’m not going anywhere”

And just as seamless it started, seamlessly it ended. When I turned around to pick up my phone and answer it, I suddenly found myself in another place, now totally dark and Y/N was nowhere near. This is actually my bedroom, 4:12 am. It was all a dream.

I sat on the bed, took a few deep breaths, ran my hands over my face and hair, forcing myself to get back to reality and fully wake up from the best and most realistic dream I’ve ever had. It was like a taste of what my life could have been with Y/N if only I had realized my feelings sooner. I hate myself for wasting so much time and energy fighting and suppressing it.

I squeezed my eyes shut trying to remember every detail of her face as she smiled at me. I don't think I have ever gotten this close in real life and wonder how I managed to visualize those beautiful eyes so clearly. Especially the way they formed wrinkles on top of her cheekbones when she smiled and the way her lips practically begged to be kissed.

She seemed so happy with me. And she was baking a cake, for God’s sake. I don’t even like cake that much and yet she made them look like the best creation mankind came up with. Who knew a dream could leave you this worked up. No, stop! I have to remind myself that it isn’t real. She’s not mine, she’s marrying somebody else.

She’s not married yet.

Yoon Gi's voice pops up in my head and that statement is the only thing I can think of as I lie down again and try to go back to sleep. I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until monday to talk to her. I can’t hold it in anymore.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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09. careful decision, heartful declaration | reliability • kth

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pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 4.197 genre: drama, angst rating: pg-13 warnings: cursing, tears, lots of angst au: ceo/office trope: enemies to friends to lovers tags: ceo!taehyung, office!au, best friend!yoongi, unresolved emotional tension, mutual pining, slow burn crosspost: ao3

summary: time seems to drag on until taehyung is finally able to pour his heart out for Y/N. everything led up to this very moment. he's ready!

A/N: the amount of work i put into this chapter speaks for itself. i'm very proud of the final result, especially taehyung's declaration. please enjoy and get tissues :')

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SUNDAY, 10:01 a.m.

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After breakfast, I decided to call my mom first.

“Finally” she answered the phone.

“It’s 10 a.m., mom” I yawn.

“Listen, Hyun Jae hurt her foot while we were visiting the wedding venue so the ceremony will have to be postponed”

I immediately stop stretching and focus on the gravity of what I just heard, “Oh, wow. Is she okay?”

“Yes, it’s just a bad sprained ankle. We’re at the hospital right now” my mom replied, kind of whispering, “She’ll have to wear that boot thing for a few weeks”

“I see” I glance over to the kitchen clock, “Since you’re in the hospital with her, I assume Ye Jun is too and our visit to the tailors is canceled”

“Yeah” my mom sighed. “Oh, I ran into Y/N” she added more cheerfully, which immediately made me imagine the worst scenario possible.

“At the hospital?” I asked a bit desperate, getting up from the dinner table.

“No, calm down. At the coffee shop near the venue. I stopped by before the meeting and she was leaving”

Phew.

“Was she alone?”

My mom could sense something was up so she asked suspiciously, “Yeah, why?”

“Nothing” I answered with a smile, happy that the english dude wasn’t around,

“Did you talk to her?”

“Just a quick hello” she was still very skeptical of my line of questioning.

“How was she? Did she look sad or something?” I started pacing around the kitchen.

“No, she was smiling, very polite as always” my mom replied obviously fed up, “What’s going on Tae Hyung? What happened between you two?”

“Nothing” I assured her.

“Did you apologize like I told you to?”

“Yes, I did” I paused, “Profusely”

“Then why are you worried? Aren’t you on good terms now?”

Last night’s discussion came flooding back and I had no option to tell her a semi-truth.

“Yeah, we are”

Semi because we reached an agreement but it wasn’t the best or most ideal one. Technically we are on good terms. Realistically? Well, we pretty much ended our relationship. How do you label that? How do you explain this to a third party? Especially to my mom.

“Great!” she cut me off, ending the conversion, “Listen, the doctor is back to discharge Hyun Jae. I gotta go”

“No problem” I turn on my heels, heading to the bathroom, “Wedding postponed, tailor’s appointment canceled. Got it”

What I need now is a long shower to properly wake up, make me forget the realistic dream, and relax. Lying to my mom is exhausting and I don't like doing it, but I'm not ready to tell her the whole story.

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SUNDAY, 12:30 p.m.

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“The answer is no” Yoon Gi tells me when I called him back after his ‘wanna hang out?’ text.

“Come on, please?” I beg.

“For the hundredth time, I don’t play tennis and neither do you”

“How dare you?” I gasp overdramatically, “ I’m an excellent player”

“Excellent faker” he points out.

Maybe I’m not the best player around, but I sure looked cool trying it. Yoon Gi doesn’t get it.

“Can we please just go out and do something productive? I can’t stay around the house. It will give me too much time to think about Y/N”

“We can go to a shooting range” he suggests like it was something completely normal, the only obvious choice.

“To a what?”

“Shooting range” he repeats, “Guns. Bullets. Loud noises. Stress reliever”

“I know what it is” I scoff.

“I don’t hear a no in that sentence, therefore I’m texting you the address right now and will meet you down there in half an hour”

“Yoon Gi!” I protest.

“Hanging up, can’t hear you, goodbye"

And just like that, the call ended. I found myself staring at the screen completely unsure of what just happened and questioning if I consciously agreed to shoot a gun. A real one. Then the text popped up.

min yoongi | 12:35pm: 21 Bongeunsa-ro 2-gil, Yeoksam-dong, Gangnam-gu

He is serious, okay.

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SUNDAY, 01:09 p.m.

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The shooting range didn't look as scary as one normally would in movies. From the street, the entrance looked like an ordinary restaurant, to be honest. In my mind, shooting ranges were a dark, tiny and underground space with dim lights and strong manly men judging me from afar. The reality was quite the opposite. Very spacious and colorful with extremely organized rooms and various types of weapons, not to mention the staff, which included men and women of different ages. It had a gym vibe, come to think of it.

After entering, meeting Yoon Gi at the counter, and going over all the bureaucratic stuff that involves shooting a gun, we were taken to a small room with 6 individual cabins.

“You can definitely pretend the target is the english dude” Yoon Gi said after we chose the last two cabins in the back, “I won’t judge you”

“Jesus man, you’re a savage” I replied putting on my safety glasses.

He side-eyed me, “I’m not actually into violence, you know that. It’s just playing pretend. Let loose”

I knew that, but sometimes Yoon Gi's ability to analyze a situation impassively rather than emotionally, scared me a little bit. Sure, I could imagine Eric as my target, but I didn't really want to hurt him, so what was the point?

“Who are you imagining for your target?” I asked genuinely curious.

“Myself” he cocked and fired so quickly and confidently my jaw dropped.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Yoon Gi smirked with eyes still on the target, which he hit perfectly, “Long story”

After that, I pressed the intercom button on the side of my cabin to request staff assistance. I think Yoon Gi invited me here because he needed to, and I could see he had a lot on his mind to stop and teach me how to shoot this thing.

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Monday morning finally rolled around, and as I was in the car heading to Vante, a million things came to mind. My playlist was on shuffle and the universe, being the prankster that it is, started playing a terrible sequence of sappy songs that remind me of Y/N. I've never been the guy to get attached and this is all very new. Kind of strange (and wonderful) how I discovered this new side of me thanks to her.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim” Eun Ae got up and bowed as I stepped out of the elevator.

“Morning, Ms. Gwa” I bowed back, “What’s my schedule for today?”

“At 9 you have a conference call with Mr. Song Kang Dae, at 10:30 a meeting with our lawyers and a 1 o’clock lunch reservation at La Yeon with your dad” she followed me into the office.

“Busy day ahead, I see” Y/N smiled and bowed to us.

The second my brain registered it was Y/N's voice, my heart skipped a beat. I wasn't expecting her so early.

“Hi, Y/N”

“Excuse me” Eun Ae said quietly, shutting the door on her way out.

“Eun Ae didn’t see me get in, don’t get mad at her” Y/N explained.

“Mad? No, it’s fine” I sat at my desk, “Your papers should be somewhere right here…”

“Okay” she replied.

A few seconds of very uncomfortable silence passed before Y/N herself broke it.

“So I…”

“Found it!” I shouted, grabbing the file and going around my desk to give it to Y/N.

“Oh, great” she smiled without showing her teeth, which I thought was a bit weird like she was suddenly annoyed for some reason, “Where do I sign?”

“Here, here, and...right here” I pointed to the colored arrow-shaped post-its.

I was trying to be as professional as I could before jumping into the most important part. Finding the perfect segway for a confession is harder than it seems and I was no longer paying attention to what Y/N was doing, all I could do was rehearse in my head what I was going to say next.

“Uh” I began after she and I were finished with the paperwork, “I was wondering if I could talk to you about something else before you leave”

“Sure! I need to tell you something too” she fixed her posture and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Y/N seemed nervous, maybe she should start.

“Yeah? Please go ahead”

“No, you go first!”

“It’s okay, you can start” I insisted.

“First things first, you don’t have to worry about my shares, I’m in the process of selling them back to you. Lee Sung is helping me with that, actually” she dried her palms on the navy blue skirt, “You also don’t have to worry about me working for another company because the NDA I signed is still valid and…”

She paused again as if she was afraid to say whatever it was she wanted to say. Ironically it made me feel better about what I wanted to share. She was just as nervous as I was and that was probably a good sign.

“And?”

“I won’t be working in Korea”

“W-what?” I muttered, eyes wide.

That’s not a good sign at all. In my brain, all kinds of sirens went off.

“I’m moving to London”

And then the sirens stopped, making room for an excruciating silence. I felt like I was deaf because her lips were moving but I couldn't understand a word. My mouth was completely dry. Face was hot, very hot. Hot enough to make my eyes start to sting and the tears come out to relieve them.

“This isn’t how I planned to tell you. I’m sorry” was the first thing I heard when my world started spinning again, “Please know that I’ll always be thankful for you taking a chance on me, teaching so much about the business, and of course, trusting me to help expand Vante beside you” she continued.

“Oh… I…” I stuttered, failing to give Y/N a proper answer.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know” she stared down at her lap.

My facial expression is either hilarious or very scary right now, thank God she's not looking directly at me. I'm trying my absolute hardest to fight back the tears by staying completely still.

“I feel like it’s the right moment to explore other opportunities. I’ve done pretty much the same thing over the last decade and it’s time to try something new” Y/N explained while playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of her white shirt.

“Uh...That’s all I had to say” she suddenly looked up and smiled at me, “Now you go”

Everything I had rehearsed and planned is gone. I have no idea how I was going to start, what I was going to say. I better get straight to the point and just say it. Quick and easy.

“I…”

She watched me intently, eyes searching for something in mine. I eagerly tried to do the same and convey everything I was feeling and that my throat wasn’t allowing with that stupid lump. It was so tight that I thought I was going to die of asphyxiation.

“You...ah” I finally managed to speak and clear my throat, “You ran into my mom yesterday”

“Yeah, I did!” Y/N nodded surprised, “She was so sweet. I hadn’t seen her in a while”

I smiled.

“That’s it? That’s what you wanted to tell me?” she chuckled.

“I know! Silly, right?” I made a silly face and got up, “Anyway, I don’t wanna keep you”

Y/N got up too and as she was talking towards the door she stopped and turned to me, “Isn’t this awkward?”

“A little bit, yeah” I agreed, hands in my pockets, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Please don’t make this harder” her expression got serious, a bit darker even.

“I’m not. I’m concerned about you”

“I’m not having this conversation with you, it’s not gonna end well” she started walking again.

“I don’t mean to start a fight, Y/N” I grabbed her wrist, “It’s just…" I let her go once she turned to me, “I can’t watch you walk away like this. It hurts too much, especially because it’s all my fault”

“You already apologized, I accepted and we need to move on” she looked away.

“But…”

She immediately turned and looked me dead in the eyes, “I thought a lot about this, I promise you” 

“You quitted in the middle of an argument”

“I did, but as soon as I calmed down a couple days later I thought about coming back”

“What?” I crossed my arms, “Why didn’t you?”

“That’s when the ‘thinking’ began. I spent a month figuring it all out. Once I reached my decision I immediately went to your house”

“But you didn’t say anything that night” I narrowed my eyes.

“I was planning on it but the topic of conversation changed really quickly” she grabbed her phone and looked at the time, “and I feel like it’s going to happen again right now if we keep diving into it”

I was already feeling restless and then the irritation crept in because I needed to know what was going on in her head. I'm tired of this fucking game.

“I get it and I respect your decision, however, I don’t understand it. At all”

“I’m sorry” she took a step backward.

“Don’t apologize for your feelings,” I took a step forward “just explain to me what’s going on and I’ll try my best to be supportive.” I paused for a second, studied her expression from up close, and grew impatient as she stood there with a blank stare, “If you don’t wanna work here because of me, that’s fine” I walked past her, going over to my desk, “The part that hurts me the most though is that we’re behaving like strangers right now and it’s weird”

“We both said things we can’t take back” she justified while I still had my back to her.

“I don’t care” I turned around, “What I do care is if you still respect me”

“What? Of course, I do” she sounded offended.

Now Tae Hyung, say it! Go for it!

“Great, because–”

“Please, you’re making this really hard for me” she interrupted.

Fuck!

“Why?” I sat down and propped my elbows on the table, zero patience left, ready to hear how I’m the one making this hard for her and not the other way around, “Why?”

“Because this is the toughest decision I had to make” she shouted, walking back to the couch and throwing her purse, “You think I wanted to walk away from this? From you? I had to. The argument we had a month ago was just the last drop of water in a glass that was already threatening to overflow”

She paced back and forth a couple of times, took a deep breath, and continued.

“I thought long and hard, the good, the bad, and everything in between. What you don’t seem to realize is that I didn’t recognize myself anymore” her voice was just a whisper. “I had no life, no plans, no nothing. I was on auto-pilot and I couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much. I had to take control of my life once and for all”

Y/N picks up her purse and approaches my desk.

“That’s why I’m starting over. I’m tired of holding on Tae Hyung, I need to let go. Please let me go”

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MONDAY, 10:22 p.m.

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“And that’s the last thing I remember. Her storming out of my office” I said before taking another shot of soju, “I don’t remember my meetings, what I ate with my dad, nothing. What time is it by the way?”

“Around 10, I guess. When did you start drinking?”

“Not that long ago, I think 7?” I squint, trying to look at my watch but it’s out of focus.

“She really fucked you up, huh?”

“Yoon Gi, I didn’t call you here for you to remind me of her” I pointed a finger at my friend, “I don’t wanna talk about Y/N”

“You brought her up” he sipped his drink sounding incredibly amused.

“You know what the worst part is? She didn’t let me talk” I pouted.

“No, I know you. If there’s one thing you do and do it well is talk. I think you had plenty of chances to say what you wanted to say. You didn’t because you were scared”

“I was about to. Twice!”

“If you only channeled the energy that goes to arguing with her towards confessing, oh man, your life would be so much easier”

“Oh, I’m sorry, when was the last time you confessed any type of feelings for another human being?” I took another shot and slammed the tiny glass on the counter of the bar, “What a goddamn expert you are, huh?”

“Tae, let me take you home. You need some sleep”

“No, no sleep!” I waved my hands in front of him, “What I need is to talk to Y/N”

“Absolutely not” he put his drink down and stared at me.

“Yoon Gi, please” I put my hand on his shoulder, “I’m doing this with or without you but I much rather if you were there”

“You...you just said you didn’t want to talk about her! Now you want to go see her?” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “What the fuck? I hate drunk Tae Hyung” he complained.

I shrugged, “I’m not drunk, I just changed my mind"

“I’m clearly in charge of a child. I can’t believe this” Yoon Gi got up and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.

I did the same, knowing I was in good hands for the rest of the night, “Let’s go!”

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MONDAY, 11:05 p.m.

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“I’ll stay in the car, okay? Dong Hyun will park a little bit down the street so we can give you some privacy” Yoon Gi explained, “If you need anything, call. But try not to, okay? Handle your shit for once”

“Okay” I laughed and hugged him.

“Get off me” he pushed me out of the car.

Standing on the sidewalk in front of Y/N’s house, I waited for Yoon Gi's car to drive away to approach the intercom and press the button. A few seconds later, she answered.

“Yes?”

“Hey, it’s me!” I appeared in front of the camera, “I need to talk to you”

“It’s 11 o’clock” she whispered and I could tell she was pissed.

“Yeah, but I really gotta talk to you, can you just come outside?”

Silence.

“Hello? Y/N” I tapped the camera.

More silence.

I went back to the sidewalk, saw the living room light on, and yelled out her name.

“What are you doing here?” she opened the gate and walked over to me wearing a big cozy coat on top of what I guessed was her pajamas.

“Please don’t go!” I blurted it out.

“Stop!” she was full-on angry and stretched her hand out to keep me at a distance.

I approached her, her hand almost touching my suit, “I’m serious”

“Are, are you drunk?” she bent down to look up at my eyes.

“Drunk has such a negative connotation. I think inebriated is a better word for it”

“It’s late Tae Hyung, go home” she turned around to go back inside.

“I’ll be here all night if I have to” I dared, opening my arms.

She held the gate looking at me, “I’ll call the police

“That’s excessive” I cocked my head, “Do it, I don’t care” and shrugged.

“You think this is funny? Are you enjoying this?” Y/N quickly hushed towards me, leaving the gate open.

“No and no” I replied with a shy smile, “I came here because I need to tell you something”

“We said everything we wanted to say this morning”

“No, you did!” I scowled, “Why are you being like this?”

She hugged her coat tighter, arms crossed, chin threatening to tremble, “Please leave”

“Don’t go to London”

“What?” she blinked.

“You heard me. Don’t go. I need you here, I want you here. You belong with me”

Y/N expression was the purest form of shock, “Excuse me?”

“For the last ten years, I’ve been deeply and blindly in love with you. So much so it’s basically second nature to me. I didn’t have to question my feelings because they’ve always been there. You felt like home. You are home. I’ve been trying to tell you this since you came to my house. I’m so sorry it took this long for me to realize how special you are, how wonderful my life is with you in it, and how incredibly lucky I am to even know you”

Y/N’s mouth was slightly open, her expression more relaxed. No raised eyebrows or any indication that those words were bothering her in any way, so I kept going.

“You drive me crazy but I wouldn’t have it any other way! You taught me so much. You are fierce, smart, and funny. I love everything about you!” I chuckled, “From the way you tie your hair to how you handle our meetings. I’m in awe of how strong you are and how much work you put into everything you do” I paused, staring deep into her eyes, “I’m also very thankful to you for being by my side through many ups and downs. I never meant to take your generosity and support for granted, but I have, and it kills me to look back and realize I didn’t appreciate you while you were around. That I didn’t support you when you needed the most”

I could already see her eyes watering as the wind grew stronger around us. I knew it was cold but I couldn't feel a damn thing. The electricity between us was enough to keep me warm.

“And oh my God, I can’t imagine life without you and the thought of it actually scares the shit out of me so please, even though I’m remarkably late, please don’t marry him. Don’t go to London. Choose me. I’ll make up for it, I promise! I’ll spend the rest of my life making amends to you. I’ve never been this honest before, and not only do I need you to believe every single word I just said but also pay close attention to the following three: I love you, Y/N"

Y/N's tears streamed down her face as if they were a river previously prevented from its natural course. She didn't say anything. She simply lifted the back of her hand to her nose and looked away in embarrassment, squeezing her eyes shut, wishing very badly to stop the river from flowing any longer.

“You’re my choice. My only choice” I confessed once she opened her eyes again and faced me.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” a male voice interjected, making the both of us snap out of our own little world.

What the fuck is he doing here? This cannot be happening. No, no, no!

Y/N got startled when she heard Eric's voice and quickly wiped away her tears without turning around. I, on the other hand, remained in complete shock and didn’t move a muscle.

“Yes!” she sniffed and fixed her hair, trying to regain a little composure, “Mr. Kim was just telling me something important”

Eric walked out and stopped by Y/N side, “Oh! Then would you like to come inside for a cup of tea, Mr. Kim?”

My eyes were certainly already red from before and started to burn even more now watching this scene. I’m confident that the tear stains were still visible on my face and, even though the street light was not the best, Eric had to be blind not to see it.

This is my karma. Having another man put his arm around the woman I love and comfort her when I should be the one doing it instead of being the asshole who put her in that position in the first place. 

It's time for me to accept defeat. At least I tried.

“No no, it’s fine. I said everything I needed to say. You guys have a good night, alright?” I bowed.

“Thank you, drive safe!” Eric said, bowing back.

“I almost forgot” I looked back at both of them and tried to smile,

“Congratulations on your engagement!” and then focused my attention on Y/N, not caring at all if Eric would notice it, “Be happy”

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A/N²: in this chapter i wanted to express the feeling that we all have when something big and exciting is about to happen and you can't seem to concentrate properly until it does. to me, it feels like there are only fragments of conversations, actions or thoughts being registered into the brain, you know?

you don't pay much attention to the world around you so it's like flashes & there isn't much coherence to them because in the back of your mind the focus is 'the thing' it's about to happen. in tae's case, it's confessing his love for y/n.

hopefully my attempt to demonstrate that came off as natural instead of confusing. thanks for reading <3

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

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drabble #35

taehyung x reader || romance, fluff || 599 words prompt: are you warm enough? warnings: none rating: g tags: strangers to lovers, bookshop!au

It was an atypical late afternoon at the bookstore. The autumn sky outside was painted in a beautiful orange and pink gradient, as if a rain cloud had dissipated and wetted the sun, applying a natural filter to the entire scene.

Taehyung was organizing the poem's shelf when he heard the doorbell announce someone's presence. The boy leaned back, still holding his favorite Moon In Soo book, and saw a girl with wet hair and clothes approaching the counter.

“Hello” she said.

“Welcome.”

“May I use your phone?” she asked, hugging herself.

Taehyung paused for a moment, confused by the question, making her blush.

“If not that’s okay, I don't want to bother.”

“Sure, here it goes” he handed the device to the girl, taking a few steps back and returning to the shelf he was organizing minutes before.

“Hi, it's me. My car broke down, my phone died and I need a ride home. Can you come and get me?” Taehyung heard her say, "But why? You work nearby" she asked the person at the other end of the line, “I'm soaked and cold from the rain.”

After a long pause she finally replied, “I understand. What if I wait for you?” and it made Taehyung's heart drop because obviously she needed help and the person didn't seem to care.

“Right. See you later” she ended the call and turned back to the counter, reaching out and handing the phone back to Taehyung, “Here. Thank you so much.”

“Wait!” he shouted, watching the girl walk towards the door, “I just made myself a cup of tea. Would you like some?"

“It’s okay. I have to go”

“Are you sure? You can stay a little longer, call someone else...” he looked at his feet, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t wanna bother.”

"You are not bothering” Taehyung quickly looked up, meeting her eyes with an assuring expression, “I was about to close the bookstore.”

“So early?” she asked.

“It was a slow day, only two people came around noon. I think the rain scared everyone away.”

The way she laughed in response made Taehyung believe that he could help in some way. At least distract her a little from her own bad luck.

“I'm going to get more water. Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable.”

Taehyung came back minutes later with not only the teapot and a cup, but also a blanket over his forearm and a portable heater dangling in his right hand. He approached the mystery girl, now sitting on the leather sofa next to the door, and placed the items on the small table in front of her.

“What is it all this for?” her eyes widened, going from the table to Taehyung and from Taehyung to the table again.

“I thought you might be a little uncomfortable, so I brought some things to help” he smiled sheepishly, “Here is a blanket and there is chamomile tea over there. I'm going to turn on the heater too, just in case.”

An overwhelming sense of gratitude washed over the girl. She had no idea that there were still such nice people out there. The fact that not only he brought her tea but also other things to warm her, made her tear up.

Taehyung adjusted the heater next to her feet, opened the blanket, and placed it on top of her legs, respecting a safe distance between them. He then sat on his heels to calmly pour the tea.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked as he turned and handed her over the hot mug.

drabble #54

seokjin x reader || angst || 806 words prompt: “i need more time” warnings: explicit mentions of physical injury rating: 18+ tags: established relationship, slice of life!au

Monday, 9:32 am and Jin had not experienced such despair in his entire life. He ran in, completely out of breath, and stopped in front of the wooden counter that said in large bold letters: Severance Hospital, Yonsei University.

“Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin and I’m looking for my wife. Someone from the hospital just called me and said she’s gotten into an accident and was brought here.”

A young woman with dark hair perfecly tied in a ponytail replied, “I was the one who called you, Mr. Kim. I’m Choi Eun Joo” she nodded and pointed with the clipboard to the adjoining corridor, "This way, Dr. Yoo is waiting."

"Mr. Kim?" the doctor standing in the middle of the hallway asked.

"Yes" Jin replied, approaching and bowing.

"I’m Dr. Yoo. I’ll be the one operating on your wife.”

"You mean surgery?" Jin looked at Eun Joo and back to Dr. Yoo, “What happened? Is she okay?"

"A truck suddenly cut her off on Expressway 171 and caused her car to collide sideways into the guard rail" he explained.

"Oh my god..." Jin put a hand over his mouth in total disbelief.

“She was found unconscious with a cut on her head, a fractured wrist, and injuries along her entire left side, especially the ribs” the doctor explained, “We just completed a CT scan and x-ray that confirmed that her lung was punctured."

"Pu-punctured?" Jin stuttered.

“Yes, by one of the ribs. The fracture in her wrist isn’t pretty either so I need to get her to surgery as soon as possible.”

"Alright" he ran his hands through his hair.

"When I'm done, I’ll come back to give you an update."

As soon as Jin bowed once again thanking Dr. Yoo and saw him disappear through the OR door, a horrible sensation ran down his spine and he had to sit in the nearest chair to keep from collapsing. His vision blurred and a high-pitched sound rang in his ears, increasing its volume until he felt disoriented.

"Are you okay?" Eun Joo approached, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, yes, thank you" Jin nodded.

"Nurse Choi, room 408" the hospital's sound system announced, "Nurse Choi, room 408."

Once the nurse left, Jin stood up and took a deep breath. What should he do now? It all happened so fast. The only thing he could think of was the argument he had had with his wife before they both left for work, how rude he was and how scared she must have been when the truck came towards her. She hated driving on the Expressway.

This was all his fault.

If they hadn’t argued, they wouldn’t have lost track of time, she wouldn’t need to go to work through the 171 to avoid being late and she would never have been in an accident. If he wasn’t such a proud guy his wife wouldn’t be laying on the operating table right now. Jin needed to focus! The next step was to sort out her paperwork. All he needed to do was go back the way he came from, turn left, go down the stairs and enter the second door towards the reception. She needed him more than ever.

However, Jin was so nervous he turned right instead of left. The second he realized the stairs weren’t there he freaked out and ran out down the hall, desperately opening all doors. In one of them, much to his surprise, there was a chapel inside.

Something told Jin to come in and sit down. He did so, closing the door behind him. The chapel was small with an extremely modern and clear design. The benches looked like marble and were arranged in three short rows. On the front wall, a single silver cross was illuminated by blue light.

"I need to calm down..." he said aloud, a little awkwardly, as he sat in the right corner of the first row. Jin intertwined his legs and lowered his head, letting all the tension come out in the form of warm, silent tears.

“I need more time” he suddenly sobbed, “Can you help me? I know we don't talk much, but I need to apologize to her. I need to say that I love her.”

Jin rubbed his eyes and looked at the cross.

"Please, I’m begging you. You are the boss, right? You make all the decisions, so tell her to be okay, then” he sniffed, “I shouldn't have said those things, I know, but please don't take her away from me. I promise that I’ll do better.”

Somebody opened the door and Jin immediately wiped his tears again and stood up. After greeting the person who entered, in silence, he looked at the cross one last time and thought: I’m counting on you.

drabble #89

yoongi x reader || angst || 1.301 words (oops?) prompt: “i noticed” warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, death & murder rating: pg-17 tags: brother’s best friend to lovers, spy!au

“You know what’s funny? I never asked for any of this. You think you’re doing me a favor, but you’re not” you pointed your finger at him, “I don’t need your help, I don’t need anything, to be honest. Matter of fact, I don’t know why you’re still here.”

“Because I care about you” he walked towards you.

“Oh, you care about me?” you scoffed, “Please, just get out” pushing him out of the way.

“I promised your brother I would take care of you” he turned his back, grabbing your wrist.

“That’s not my problem” you yanked your arm away, “That’s between you and him.”

“You’re acting out. It’s fine, go ahead.”

“I’m not acting out. Don’t treat me like a child. I’m a grown woman.”

“You didn’t have time to process his death” he pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for just a second, like he was talking to himself more than to you, “This is your way of grieving.”

“Shut up” you shouted.

“Let me help you” he reached for your hand once again.

“Are you deaf?” you took two steps back, hitting your lower back on the doorknob, “I don’t need help. And if you’re not getting out then I am.”

He was faster than you, and as soon as you tried to cross the threshold he blocked the way, both hands on the frame, “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Watch me” you challenged him, feeling the rage burning inside, and proceeding to go below one of his arms.

“No” he moved his right leg and blocked you. Again.

“Move” you warned him, punching his left rib with your right hand, yet he didn’t even flinch. “Yoongi, get out of my way.” You weren’t shouting anymore you were straight-up yelling at his face.

“Not until you calm down.”

“You know I’m not scared to punch you in the face, right?”

“I noticed” he mocked. The frustration you felt was overwhelming, and the mere fact he was alive and breathing instead of your brother was driving you absolutely insane. So you tried to punch him a few times with no luck. He kept dodging.

“You’re going to get hurt” he held your wrists firmly, “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You already did! Now move!”

“I did? When?” he asked, letting you go.

“When you let my brother die.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about” Yoongi's eyes displayed so many emotions at once, it was hard for you to understand what was truly going through his head. But one thing you were sure of: he was on the verge of shedding a few angry tears.

“He trusted you, you know? He really did. Fuck, at some point so did I. Never, in my wildest dreams, thought you would betray him.”

Yoongi took a step closer, your noses almost touching, “I didn’t betray him.”

“Fine. Whatever you say” you laughed, and then pushed him, “Now let me go.”

Yoongi closed his eyes in exasperation as soon as your hands touched his chest.

“Calm. Down” he replied annoyed.

“Stop telling me to calm down. Stop telling me you’re going to help. Stop telling me you care about me. Stop with all this bullshit. You’re not who I thought you were. Again, you think you’re doing me a favor, but you’re not. I’m tired of looking at your face and being reminded of what happened. I will always be better off on my own. You took him away from me. You really did. He never wanted this life, this was not his dream, but he went along with it because his ‘best friend’ needed him. And where does that leave me, huh? He never cared to ask either. It’s okay. I get it. But you? Ha, you have some nerve showing up like this, trying to boss me around. You act like you need to save me or something. I don’t need saving. I need my brother.”

“I know” Yoongi ran his fingers frantically through his hair.

“Get out of my way” you walked past him, heading towards the door again.

“Please,” he shouted and you turned, “just listen to me” he added more softly.

“Let me make one thing abundantly clear,” you ran up to his face, tears streaming down your cheeks, “I don’t know what my brother told you but I’m not some fragile little girl. If I wanted to I could kill you right now.”

He tilted his head, eyes red, looking like a mad man, “Why don’t you?”

“Because I’m not like you” you stared at Yoongi like he was trash. Absolutely disgusting. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You were hurt, lost, and scared. Living in a world without your brother was very scary.

“You don’t know what you’re saying” Yoongi sniffled and started pacing around the room, “You don’t know the whole story. Stop acting like a child then I might stop treating you like one. Fuck!” he punched the air, “Do you think this is easy? I lost my best friend, my brother.”

“You’re so fake, oh my god” you covered your mouth.

“That bratty attitude won’t get you anywhere” he stopped and faced you, “Instead of saying so much shit, why don’t you ask me what truly happened that day? Why don’t you ask me the full story? You go on and on about your brother’s death but you weren’t there. You didn’t see it. You didn’t feel it happen. You didn’t hear him take his last breath. You don’t know what it was like to see your favorite person just cease to exist right in front of you.”

By the time Yoongi was done with his rant he was once again right in front of you. It was a stare-down contest for a few seconds before you managed to voice more calmly what you really wanted to say.

“I don’t trust you” you poked his chest, “I don’t know you” you poked again, “For all I care you can lie about the whole thing, which is exactly what I think you've been doing since December so…” you turned and walked to the couch to grab your bag. You were leaving.

“So what? What are your other options?” Yoongi confronted you, coming right behind, “Who can you call right now that knows your brother better than I do? Who? Do you know any of his friends' names? Numbers? Addresses?” he stood beside you and leaned down to see your face as you threw a few things into the bag, “Were any of these people there when he died? No. So there you go. I’m all you got” he slapped his chest a couple of times, “You have no choice other than believe me.”

“This is ridiculous,” you threw the bag over your shoulder, “go fuck yourself.”

Yoongi chuckled, “You’re not leaving this room”, pulling you by the bag.

“Here we go again” you threw your bag on the floor, ready to slap the shit out of him if you had to.

“Listen to me very carefully because I won’t repeat myself” he kicked your bag to the other side of the room, “As of today, February 23rd, you have been placed in the witness protection program due to your brother’s death. He was targeted and killed, and we suspect you’re next.

“We?” you looked at him confused, “Who is we?”

“The government” Yoongi bluntly stated.

You felt your head spinning all of a sudden like you opened your eyes too fast on a bright summer day, “Are you a spy?”

“Something along those lines” he nodded, “So was your brother.”

You gasped. 

“That’s why I need you to stay fucking inside. I promised him I would take care of you, and I’m going to keep that promise. Whatever it takes.”

02. sorry | snowed in • pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader word count: 1.349 genre: fluff, romance rating: pg15 warnings: none au: single parents trope: neighbours to lovers tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader crosspost: ao3

summary: jimin tries to make up for his behavior as Y/N tries not to be smitten

A/N: this story has been in development for a few months and instead of trying to post it in its entirety as i had initially planned, i decided to post what i have ready and revised. i should say that it’s not long but i promise it has a heart and a heartwarming message at the center of it :)

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The next morning, just after finishing her huge and sacred cup of pressed coffee, Y/N heard a knock on the door. Bo wasted no time and barked a few times announcing someone's presence.

“Yes, I heard it” she scruffed his head, “Thanks buddy”

She looked through the peephole and much to her surprise was the rude neighbor. Or worried father would be best? What could he possibly want?

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Um... it's Jimin" he paused scratching his head, "Your neighbor"

Y/N opened the door and Bo was sitting right beside her, all friendly with his tongue out.

“Hi” she smiled.

“I would like to apologize for yesterday. I was very rude when we met” Jimin started, feeling downright embarrassed. He could feel the heat spread from his cheeks to his ears. It was not like him to be rude to people, especially women. “It was just that I was worried, you know? I couldn't find Jia anywhere and I ended up lashing out at you”

"It's okay, I understand", Y/N reassured him.

"Thank you" he smiled back relieved, putting his hands in his pockets. After a few awkward seconds of both of them looking at each other, to the floor and everywhere else, Jimin was the one to break the silence, “Um… I don't remember seeing you around before. Did you move in recently? ”

“6 months ago...I think,” she paused and pondered, “yeah, that sounds about right.”

“And how do you like it so far? Minus the rude neighbors, of course” he joked trying to lighten the mood. She seemed like a nice person and he was trying to get on her good side. He didn’t want to be that type of neighbor.

Bo replied for Y/N and barked excitedly a few times, which made Jimin laugh out loud and took Y/N right out of her reverie where she was checking his lips out. And his hair. And his eyes. Okay, his whole face.

“Well, like Mr. Bo here just said, it's great" she smiled and turned her attention to the dog, “Isn't that right?” she waited for an agreement bark but of course he didn’t do it this time, "We like it" she looked to Jimin who was now kneeling to pet Bo.

“Hey doggie”

Bo loved the attention and immediately jumped to lick Jimin’s face.

Y/N was mortified, "He's a very shameless dog, I'm sorry".

“No, not at all… he’s lovely” Jimin laughed.

“So, Is there anything else you need?” Y/N looked at her watch, “I’m sorry but I have to leave for work” 

“Oh, no, that was it” he got up, “Just a good old apology”

For some strange reason, Y/N felt like Jimin truly meant that. There was something about him that she trusted, which was weird because he was a stranger. A cute stranger, but stranger nevertheless.

“Apology accepted” she replied leaning against the door watching him walk backwards to the hallway with a shy smile on his face, “Bye”

There it was again... that feeling. She didn’t want him to leave and she felt a bit disappointed in herself about how she wasn’t able to come up with a single good question to ask, a clever observation, or basically anything a normal person would say in an attempt to flirt.

As Y/N slightly bowed and started closing the door, she wondered if there was going to be another interaction between them. They obviously got off on the wrong foot and deserved a fresh start — wait, hold up, he might be married, she thought. Damn! Before she could indulge any further in such thoughts, Jimin came back running and held the door Y/N was almost finishing closing.

“Wait, wait!” he shouted, “There is one more thing actually”

“Yes?” Y/N replied surprised, opening the door once again. Maybe Jimin had superpowers and heard what she was thinking.

“Would it be okay for my daughter to play with Bo a little bit on the weekend?” he started, looking a bit flushed, “She has been talking non-stop about him and it would really make her happy”

Y/N was still very surprised with the sudden request and only murmured an “Uh…”

“I mean or she can come and pet him for like a couple minutes, you know, nothing much, just really quickly, she’s really into dogs, she might become a veterinarian in the future, who’s to say” Jimin laughs awkwardly and points at Y/N “But only if that’s okay with you, I don’t wanna impose, you can totally say no… but who says no to a 4-year-old, honestly”

Even though there was a possibility that Jimin was a married man, a big gesture was a big gesture and Y/N allowed herself to appreciate it for a brief second. The shy, sweet and sincere way that the neighbor asked a favor for his daughter made Y/N even more curious about the family in the apartment next door and she couldn't help a spontaneous, loose, and amused laugh escaping her lips as soon as the poor guy paused to breathe.

“Oh, sorry” his cheeks turned red again.

“No, it’s okay, you’re funny” it was now her turn to feel the heat spread through her face.

Jimin chuckled, “Or just desperate” 

“Jia can absolutely come over. Bo would love that!”

“Wow, thank you!” Jimin clasped his hands in front of his chest, “She will be so happy”

“Saturday afternoon works?”

“Perfect! Thank you”

The way Jimin replied made Y/N giggle. He seemed genuinely grateful and even excited about this, but she couldn't understand if it was because of Bo, who caused a great impression, his daughter, or because she forgave him so easily. Perhaps it was just personality and she shouldn't look much into it.

“You’re welcome! Bye…”

“Bye...” Jimin smiled as Y/N successfully closed the door between them.

However, the boy didn’t manage five steps without remembering another thing to say so he turned around, totally embarrassed, and knocked on Y/N door for what he hoped it would be the last time, secretly wishing she wouldn't think he was crazy.

Y/N was running around the living room grabbing her stuff and reading some emails at the same time on her phone so she didn't hear the knock, which would've been nice because when she opened the door she almost dropped her laptop as Jimin scared the shit out of her.

“Jesus!”

“I’m sorry” he laughed apologetically, reaching out his hands in hopes of catching her laptop, “Your name. I never asked your name!”

“It’s Y/N” she laughed back.

“Nice meeting you, Y/N”

“Nice meeting you too, Jia’s dad” she slightly bowed her head, making things a little bit too formal. “I’m just kidding, bye Jimin” Y/N smiled.

Jimin bit his lip and took a couple steps back, waving to his neighbor, “See ya”

Y/N stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath feeling her heart beat faster than it should. Surely it was the adrenaline rush of opening the door and bumping into Jimin. That’s the only reason. Nothing more.

“Focus, girl!” she said to herself, trying to snap out of it. “Bye, Bo! I’ll be back soon”

It was going to be a busy day and as Y/N made her way out of the building she caught herself thinking about the interaction she had just had with Jimin. That was a big no-no, which is why she made a mental note to forget about it for a few hours because that obviously was a sign that things were taking an unexpected turn.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

drabble #24

namjoon x reader || action, fantasy || 493 words prompt: “is this really necessary?” warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, use of guns, implied murder, implied death rating: pg-17 tags: idiots to lovers, gang!au

It was pouring rain. Cold and heavy drops hit my body mercilessly as I made my way through the garden near the south gate of the HYBE headquarters. My mission was simple: sneak in, get the dream device and sneak out. I was running late, I admit, but all this shouldn't take more than half an hour. I'm really good at laying low, and they wouldn't even notice I was there.

Once I managed to see the entrance I noticed that there were three security guards. Two near the door, walking in opposite directions and one on the roof. If I could get to the other side I'm sure I would be able to climb through the window, but that depends solely on me passing in front of them unnoticed, and that was going to be a challenge with a wounded shoulder.

Suddenly I hear a noise behind me, distant yet close enough to get my attention. I stopped behind one of the pillars between two beautiful trees, drew my gun, and waited. I used to do missions alone all the time, so it wasn't a problem for me not to have a backup in situations like this, but after the accident in Spain, I wasn't allowed to go out without a partner. Tonight I broke the rules a bit and left, not telling a soul where I was going, which is why I nearly got scared to death when Namjoon came into my field of vision, walking out from behind the pillar, making me bump into him.

“Fuck!” I yell in some sort of a whisper, lowering my gun.

“Is this really necessary?” he asked looking around the garden and then to me, up and down, with a judgy look on his face.

“What are you doing here, Namjoon?” I rolled my eyes.

“Stopping you from doing something really stupid” he replied.

“Did Yoongi sent you?”

Namjoon chuckled, “No, but he’ll be furious when he finds out”

“He won't find out because I'm going to get the dream device and put it on his desk before he arrives tomorrow, so…excuse me” I shoved him aside and started cautiously moving towards the left side of the garden.

“Suit yourself” I heard Namjoon say.

I didn't feel his presence after a couple of minutes, so I assumed Namjoon was gone. I carried on with my mission as the rain grew stronger, louder. This damn garden was bigger than I'd anticipated so I made sure to keep up the pace as I jogged between the stone decorations and precisely trimmed bushes until I reached the far end, near the building.

I can see the window already. So near!

Where are the guards? One, two…

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Three.

Gun cocked in hand along with a small flashlight, there he was. The guard who shouldn't have seen me. Ha, but I was faster.

“Up” I smirked and quickly shot him in the shoulder.

[+18] the dinner • knj one shot

pairing: namjoon x reader

word count: 1.888

genre: smut

rating: +18 | explicit

warnings: strong language, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, couch sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, exhibitionism (?)

au: slice of life

trope: establish relationship

tags: shameless smut, boyfriend!namjoon

crosspost: ao3

summary: the thought of having Namjoon fuck me hard while everyone else was downstairs, and could look up at any time and catch both of us, had my pussy throbbing.

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

♡ A/N: i've been feeling very honry these past few days so i had to let it out lmao. this was supposed to be a drabble but i obviously got carried away hehe. hope you guys like it, it's been a while since i wrote anything, especially smut :')

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We’re at Hoseok’s dinner party and the wine is starting to make me feel slutty. Namjoon has his right hand on my thigh as he chats with Jimin about some vacation anecdote, and all I can think about is fingers slightly trailing upwards, finding my lace thong, and then pressing my clit under this very gorgeous and expensive dress. I'm so wet, he would be thoroughly impressed.

As soon as I spot the perfect pause in their conversation, I lean in and whisper, "I'll be right back," to which Namjoon nods with a smile. Oh, his smile. That's another thing that turns me on. He has so many different ones. One for every occasion and two especially for me. The one enamored, sweet, and totally devoted and the other smug, sexy and kinda intimidating one, as if I'm his prey. With both, I feel like the most special (slash) desired girl in the world. But right this second, as I cross the lawn towards the main house, I feel like the horniest girl in the world. I just need him.

Hoseok's house was new and I hadn’t had the chance to visit it yet, so I end up losing track of time as I walk through the rooms, noting every detail of the decor, from the carefully framed photos by the fireplace to the KAWS sculptures in different sizes. His office was located above the living room, accessed by a discreet staircase next to a bookcase filled with movies, games, and souvenirs from around the world.

On the far right, where there was supposed to be a wall there was actually glass. The biggest window I’ve ever seen in my life, going from the ceiling down to the floor in the living room underneath. It was a stupendous view of the garden and also the Seoul skyline. I was so mesmerized that Namjoon's voice startled me a bit when he entered and enveloped me in a tight hug.

“Hi” he kissed my shoulder, “I was looking everywhere for you, baby”

“This place has a nice view, huh?” I stroked his forearms and linked my hands with his.

His grip tightened, “Our place has a nice view too”

“I know, I was just wondering” I took a tiny step back, slightly brushing my ass over his cock so he would get the message.

I felt his smile forming. “Wondering what?” he pressed his full body against mine.

“Why don’t you just fuck me right here, in front of all these people?”

The thought of having Namjoon fuck me hard while everyone else was downstairs, and could look up at any time and catch both of us, had my pussy throbbing.

“Is that what you want?” he asked while slowly kissing my neck, tongue leaving marks wherever it traced.

My God, it felt so good. His lips burned my skin in an incredible way and I could only moan in response, “Yeah”

“As much as I would love to press you against this glass right now,” Namjoon’s hands now gripped both sides of my waist, “and fuck you until you beg for me to slow down,” he moved his hips forward, making me feel his hard on, “I rather not give everyone down there the satisfaction of hearing your moans”

“They’re far away. They’re not gonna hear, Joon”

“Baby, I know how vocal you can be” he let out an honest laugh, lips touching my earlobe, and couldn’t help but giggle like a teenage girl because it was true. I wasn't a dramatic or loud person, to be honest, but when we fucked I had an insane need to let it all out. The world had to know Kim Namjoon was giving to me real good.

“Please? I need you” I whined, reaching my head behind and grabbing his nape.

“Even if you be quiet, they’ll see your pussy dripping and that’s just for my eyes and cock only” he traced his left hand down my thigh and then up again until he reached under my breast. That fucker knew it was a sensitive spot for me. My nipples immediately got hard.

“If you fuck me from behind they won’t” I tugged his hair a bit more with my hand to show how impatient I was, “My dress will cover up”

“Oh, you’re naughty today” he slapped my ass, “Come here”

Namjoon pulled me by the hand, leading the way to the brown leather sofa Hoseok had in the middle of the office. It was the perfect compromise. I could still see everyone outside but the chance of them spotting us was definitely lower.

After he sat on it, he gestured for me to straddle him and that's exactly what I did, but not without first teasing him with the side slit on my gorgeous green satin silk backless dress.

First, I walked up to him, squeezing and pinching my breasts. Namjoon's lustful eyes never left mine. I knew he wanted to look down, but I also knew that direct contact like that turned him on more. It was intimidating and sensual. I felt completely naked.

When I was only inches away, I reached out, grabbed his right hand, and placed it on my thigh, dragging it in towards my wet core. The moment his fingers found my aching bud I shivered and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. It was electric.

As Namjoon rubbed his thumb up and down, I came out of my reverie and stared down at him, sinking into his lap and taking his face in my hands for a passionate kiss. His arms then trailed my thighs until they found my ass, where his hands gripped me firmly.

The mix between his cock twitching under me and his tongue exploring mine was an addictive cocktail of sensations. I was feeling him everywhere. My body was his.

“I don’t know if I can wait anymore” I said completely out of breath, pressing my forehead against his.

“Don’t” he swept his thumb across my bottom lip, “I’m yours, baby”

I smiled and traced my hand between us, feeling Namjoon's body until I reached his length. He hissed. I palmed him from side to side, up and down, fingers desperately now moving up to undo the belt.

"Next social event you're not allowed to wear a belt" I frowned after a couple of unsuccessful tries.

Namjoon laughed, "Deal"

I scooched back a little and properly did it with two hands as he watched me with an amused expression.

"Stop it! You're ruining the mood" I pecked his lips.

"You look cute when you're drunk"

"I'm not cute" I say, finally freeing his cock and moving my panties to the side, "Not tonight" and positioned the tip at my entrance, gently pressing his chest with my hand as I take it inch by inch.

Namjoon's back hits the leather cushion and he starts to relax. His left hand is still on my ass and the other one is now making her way to my pussy.

"Fuck, Y/N"

"You like that?" I whisper as his thumb starts to make small circles on my clit and begin riding him slowly.

"Yes, fuck yes" Namjoon closes his eyes in complete bliss.

My moves are just right. Back and forth, interspersed with large circles. I wanted it to last as long as possible. His lips then found my torso and left wet kisses all over it until his hand lowered the neckline of my dress and his tongue found my aching left nipple. My hand came up through Namjoon's hair with a hard grip at the crown, resting my elbow on his shoulder. A sign from me for him not to stop.

Namjoon pinched my clit and switched to my other breast, making me lean back in pleasure. My hands found his knees for support, allowing me to pick up the pace and bounce a bit faster. His mouth then moved to my sternum and both his hands came up to hold me steady by the waist. His cock was starting to hit that special place and I could feel the sweat coat my skin.

“Mmmmh, right there, Joon” I moaned, louder than expected.

“Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby”

“Yeah?” my hands moved to his shoulders and I propped up to gaze into his eyes “You feel so good”

“I want you to cum all over my cock” his hands slapped my ass, hard and I changed the movement, now rolling my hips. I was almost there and it was the perfect time to tease him again.

“Make me”

Namjoon's eyes darkened and the rhythm of the thrusts increased. I leaned forward, holding the back of the couch and letting him take control. From where I was, I could see everyone at the dinner table. The little lights lit among the trees. Oh, how I wanted them to listen to us. The beautiful skin slapping symphony. The wet and sloppy love sounds our bodies rhythmically made. Fuck, I wanted to scream so bad, but instead, I lowered my tone and moaned just for him "Harder, baby. I'm cumming"

“Take that, huh” he thrusted, hard, and slowed down before doing it again, “Good girl”

And then I felt light-headed. The most wonderful sensation took over my body as Namjoon helped me ride my high.

“Cum for me, baby”

I felt complete, exhilarated, and soaked as my legs jerked uncontrollably. His juices started to mix with mine and were now on their way to the couch (sorry Hoseok!) so I separated our bodies for a second and softly kissed Namjoon's lips.

Even after all this time, I still feel like we're still getting to know each other. Every time feels new, exciting, and awesome. Namjoon makes me feel powerful and sexy but also seen and needed. He brings so much security to our relationship that allows me to let go and be as free as I want. When I'm around him I'm not shy, I'm not nervous, I'm not hesitant. I'm me.

“Wow” he broke the kiss, “That was 100% in our top 5 fucks”

“Absolutely” I winked as I got off his lap.

“That time on the beach is still number one to me, but I feel like today was a solid third place. Don’t you think?” Namjoon asked, handing me a box of tissues that was on the side table next to us.

“Uh…” I started wiping myself and fixing my underwear. “I guess so. We could have gone for number one, but you weren't paying attention to my signals over dinner” I stood up, tossed the tissue on the bin, and fixed my dress.

“Hey!!”

“It’s true” I laughed, “Also, you have cum all over your pants”

“And who's fault is that?” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Mine!” I pointed to myself, “Which is why I’m raiding Hobi’s closet for you”

“You wh-”

I kissed Namjoon to stop him from talking, “I’ll be back in a sec.”

“Y/N” he called, as I was about to get down the stairs, making me look over the shoulder, “I love you” he smiled, and it was that one enamored, sweet, and totally devoted.

“I love you” I smiled back at him, giving my warm, joyful, and equally devoted one.

03. (play) date | snowed in • pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader word count: 1.666 genre: fluff, romance rating: pg15 warnings: none au: single parents trope: neighbours to lovers tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader crosspost: ao3

summary: what was supposed to be a playdate for jia and bo ends up being a nice surprise to jimin and Y/N

A/N: to celebrate my 2nd armyversary and the fact that i have been inspired lately, here’s chapter three. yay!! i’m trying my best to keep it cute and not so angsty while maintaining an interesting backstory for both main characters. happy reading!

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“Okay, so what’s the number one rule?” Jimin asked, hands on his hips.

“Behave!” Jia imitated him.

“Right” he smiled, “And the second?”

“Don’t squeeze Bo” she looked at her feet, feeling suddenly sad about this specific rule. She didn’t understand why, after all, Bo was very fluffy.

“That’s my girl” Jimin stroked his daughter's cheek before turning and picking up the plate of fresh-baked cookies from the kitchen island. "Let’s go? Open the door for me, angel"

Jia had gone only on a few playdates, heck maybe just two, but Jimin knew the importance of socializing and, although he was too shy to make small talk with other parents, he had full confidence in his daughter's outgoing personality.

He didn't know why he was so nervous all of a sudden. Meeting new people seemed intimidating at first, but Jimin knew he had a natural charisma. So, it didn't make sense to be feeling like that and for a new neighbor of all people. A beautiful neighbor, by the way, but he refrained from thinking about that.

Five steps later, Jimin and Jia were in front of Y/N's door and the little girl looked up impatiently, subtly asking her father with huge eyes if she could knock on the door, to which he nodded.

“Yes?” a muffled voice asked.

“It’s Jia!!” the girl says excitedly “and daddy!!”

As soon as Y/N opened the door, it was clear that her excitement level was the same as Jia's, "Oh, hello!" But before father and daughter could even say a word, the lovely hostess turned around and announced, "Hey Bo, you have a guest!"

Bo runs out of the bedroom towards his owner and seems to immediately recognize the new friend.

“Bo!!!” Jia lets go of Jimin’s hand and runs past through Y/N, throwing herself on the ground and petting the dog’s belly.

“Jia!” Jimin calls, a bit embarrassed. “The rules” he adds.

“Don’t worry about it!” Y/N smiled over to Jia and Bo, then to Jimin, instantly noticing the plate in his right hand, “What you got there?”

“Well, I thought you guys might get hungry so I baked some cookies”

“Dad of the year!” she raised her eyebrows jokingly.

Jimin laughed, “I’m trying to”

“Please, come in!” she grabbed the plate.

“Thank you” Jimin said, looking around as Y/N closed the door, “Great place!”

“Thanks, I like it too”

“I must confess, seeing the exact same layout as my apartment but not actually my furniture is weird”

“I bet” Y/N chuckled, unwrapping the foil that covered the cookies, “Would you like something to drink?” she tilted her head towards the fridge.

“Whatever you’re having is fine” Jimin softly replied.

Not that he thought Y/N wouldn't offer him anything, but he didn't expect it either if that makes any sense. This is why he was very surprised when she kneeled down next to Jia and Bo and heard her say, “Hi guys! Wanna drink anything?”

“Juice!” Jia answered, after thinking for a couple of seconds.

“Okay, juice for Jia and for you Mr. Bo?” Y/N asked seriously, making the dog bark once “Water? Great. Coming right up”

This little scene made Jimin smile (again — what was going on?). His daughter played happily with the dog, not a single worry in the world, and it was such a common scene, so domestic. A scene he'd dreamed about for as long as he wanted to become a dad and, well, he didn't think it would come true. Not so soon, anyway.

“Thanks for doing this” he said.

“It’s my pleasure” the tone he used caught Y'N's attention, making her stop in front of the fridge, hand on the door handle, “I’ve been working so much and Bo hasn't gotten much attention” she admitted with a little bit of bitterness in her voice.

“What do you do?” Jimin's curiosity took over as Y/N picked up the beverages.

“I’m a journalist for the Korea Herald” Y/N walked over to Jia, delivering her the bottle of juice and then proceeding to put water in Bo’s bowl.

“Wow, smart” Jimin widened his eyes, pausing for a second, wondering if it would be okay to ask more specific stuff. Once Y/N got up, he continued, “What do you write about?”

“Life&Style” she poured him a glass of iced tea.

“Do you like it?” the questions were falling off Jimin’s lips.

“It’s fun” she answered after a pause, making Jimin scrunch his nose, “I like it but it’s not what I like like” she explained, handing him the glass.

Jimin reached out and took a sip. “So what do you like like then?”

“Music” Y/N face blushed as if this was a forbidden topic or a deep secret she never revealed to anyone before. Both were wrong guesses though, yet Jimin was pleasantly surprised by the beautiful stranger.

“Really?” he said, now lost in admiration.

Music was everything to Jimin. It was not only his profession but a gift, his calling. Alongside being a father, making music was his greatest achievement. Composing songs, turning feelings into melodies, and encapsulating specific moments for eternity filled him with tremendous pride and satisfaction. Music was what helped him overcome life’s most challenging trials. Music saved his life.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded, feeling an instant connection to Jimin, “Ever since I was a child music has been a very important part of my life and I can talk about it for hours” she sipped a bit of tea before continuing “I much rather be paid to write about it for hours, but still...”

“Why don’t you?”

“That’s a story for another puppy play date” she said biting a cookie.

“Deal” he gave her a kind smile. An ‘I understand where you’re coming from’ smile.

“Hum…” Y/N paused, “These are incredible, Jimin” she said with her mouth full, pointing to the plate.

“Thank you! It’s Jia’s mom recipe” he answered proudly.

Y/N felt downright embarrassed, unable to pinpoint the exact reason why. Perhaps it was the presumption that Jimin wasn't a married man but instead just a single father. My God, what would his wife think of all this? Why is she not here? Does she know he and Jia are out with a (very) single woman?

Jimin felt Y/N's discomfort and decided to intervene.

“She’s not in our lives anymore”

“Oh” Y/N puts the cookie down, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable, like she was about to cross a line.

“It’s okay” Jimin comically shrugged, “It’s a story for another puppy play date”

“Deal” Y/N chuckled, relieved that the subject was over.

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The afternoon went by quicker than expected and Jimin and Y/N kept their conversation light and casual. The connection between the two of them was obvious, but neither of them was willing to admit that or to delve into a specific subject, much less ask deep questions about childhood, relationships, or family. Their walls were up.

For someone who didn't like small talk, Jimin felt comfortable with the way Y/N was leading the conversation. And for someone who loved to talk, Y/N felt at ease by having Jimin as a patient and attentive listener.

Jia on the other hand had an absolute blast with Bo and was currently sleeping on the couch with him right next to her.

Y/N looked over her shoulder after noticing it was quiet for too long and immediately pouted at the scene, “Okay, that might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life”

“Right?” beamed, “Sometimes I can’t believe she’s mine, you know? I’m a lucky guy”

Y/N turned to Jimin, watching him carefully as he stared lovingly at his daughter. There was peace in his expression. To her, Jia was the lucky one to have such a caring father, which was quite the opposite experience she had with her own dad.

Y/N's father wasn't bad, he just wasn't involved in her life. He never made a point of participating, teaching, or helping. Y/N's mother blamed his work, justified his absence with the "he's supporting our family" speech. As an adult and after years of therapy, Y/N understood that her father never wanted to be a father in the first place and that he saw her and her sister as a social obligation. Not that he didn't love his wife or his daughters - he did, in his own way - but they were never his priority.

Jia, however, was Jimin's priority and that made Y/N happy.

“That’s my cue to leave” Jimin got up from the kitchen stool.

“Are you sure?” Y/N got up as well, “You guys can stay a bit more. She’s sleeping so good” she pointed to Jia.

“Thank you though but it’s already her bedtime anyway, and I gotta catch up with some work”

“Okay, yeah”

Jimin then proceeded to the living room, gently approached the couch, and wrapped his daughter in his arms, lifting her off. The way the girl clung around her dad made Y/N tear up. There was something so intimate about that gesture that she felt like she wasn't supposed to see it. But she did. And she liked it. She was moved by how powerful a tiny little movement could be, what it meant between the two of them. Jia trusted Jimin.

“Let me get the door for you” Y/N whispered

With Jia across his chest, head resting on his shoulders, Jimin smiled, “Thanks again, Y/N”

“Anytime!” Y/N lightly ran her fingers through Jia's hair straightening her little bangs. “Tell Jia Bo had a lot of fun too”

“I will. Goodnight”

“Goodnight” Y/N silently closed the door and leaned against it. Bo came and nudged her leg with his head, whining a little, asking for attention.

“Yeah buddy, I liked them too”

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

04. the card | snowed in • pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader word count: 1.238 genre: fluff, romance rating: pg15 warnings: none au: single parents trope: neighbours to lovers tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader crosspost: ao3

summary: jimin comes up with a really cute way to invite Y/N to jia’s birthday party

A/N: this might not been the greatest chapter but i promise i’m working hard on the upcoming ones. i was a bit insecure about posting it so soon since #3 came out kinda nice, but anyways!!

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The next morning, Jimin and Jia are having breakfast when suddenly the girl shoots her father a question out of the blue.

“Daddy, can miss Y/N and Bo come to my party?”

Jimin had to laugh out loud. It was so cute the way Jia was madly in love with the puppy. Yet deep down he was surprised because this was an unusual request for an almost five-year-old: invite strangers to her birthday party.

“Yes! What a great idea, angel” he agreed, pinching her cheek.

Jia smiled proudly and went back to eating her breakfast.

Jimin turned his thoughts back to the day before, replaying the scene of Y/N drawing with Jia on the living room floor, then teaching the girl how to style Bo and also always making sure everyone was comfortable at all times, constantly offering drinks and food. Made sense for Jia to invite her. The woman was really nice.

“How about you draw something pretty on a card and we can put it in their mailbox? I’ll write the party details inside for you” he suggested.

“Okay!” Jia jumps from her chair, “Let me get my crayons” 

The tenacious small human marched into her bedroom wearing a white tee, dark leggings full of stars, and yellow converse to gather her materials and make this the prettiest card ever.

She came back moments later shaking her box of crayons, excited to begin.

“What should I draw, daddy?”

“You?” Jimin suggested.

“Maybe” Jia replied climbing on the chair, “I don’t know”

Jimin reached for a fresh card on the second drawer of the cabinet and handed it to her, “What if you draw Bo too? Right next to you?”

“Yeah, okay!” she spread her crayons on the table and started drawing right away.

While his daughter drew, Jimin sketched what exactly he was going to write. Should he be funny? Serious? Straight to the point? Descriptive? What if he wrote it like a note? Or as if it was written by Jia? He really doesn't know the best way to invite Y/N. He was also worried that she wouldn't accept because of how uncomfortable it was when Jia's mom came up as a topic in the middle of the conversation yesterday.

“Look, daddy!” the cute voice called Jimin out of his reverie.

“Good job, angel” he grabbed the card to look closer, “I think miss Y/N will like it a lot”

“Really?” Jia’s big eyes showed concern like this wasn’t her best work and perhaps she could do better.

“Absolutely” Jimin winked, handing the card back.

While Jia gave the drawing its final touches, Jimin seized the moment.

“Hey Jia, can ask you something?”

She nodded and he proceeded after clearing his throat.

“Why did you want to invite miss Y/N and Bo to your birthday party?”

Jia didn’t even look up, kept drawing, “Because they’re cool. I like playing with them”

“Right” Jimin said. He forgot how kids don’t overthink things. She simply invited them because she liked them. It was that easy.

“And I want all my friends to see how cute Bo is”

There it was, the real reason.

“Of course you do” he laughed.

Meanwhile, in the apartment next door,  Y/N was struggling with her latest assignment.

“How am I supposed to write about the best vacation spots in Asia if I hadn't had a vacation in three years?” Y/N yelled frustrated at her laptop, white doc page without a single word in it staring back at her, “I wouldn't know!!”

Y/N had accepted the position in the Life & Style section with the promise that in a few months another would open in Entertainment. Maybe it was the frustration of the broken promise by her superiors or a simple lack of inspiration and a very short deadline, but she couldn't write a single sentence without immediately deleting the whole thing. She felt like a fraud for writing about anything other than music.

While his owner was struggling, Bo laid on the couch and occasionally moved his head whenever her tone changed. Y/N was so worried about turning in her assignment on time to the chief editor that the TV became background noise as some important news came on.

Authorities issued severe weather warnings for the Seoul metropolitan area as heavy snow and icy conditions will likely disrupt roads and railways in the upcoming days. The cold weather is expected to last for at least a week.

“Ugh” Y/N grunted, harshly shutting her laptop and startling Bo, “Can’t do this right now. Come on, buddy, let’s go for a walk!”

As soon as the word "walk" was brought up into conversation the dog jumped off the couch and came running and started barking frantically at the uninspired journalist.

"We can't travel but we can take a walk around the block" Y/N opened the locker to get the collar, "Right? It's just as fun" she added with sarcasm.

Bo kept barking and now started running around wiggling his tail.

"Oh boy, I wish I had your energy" she said as she tried to calm him down and fasten his collar, "Would you please sit down?” he did, “Thank you”

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On the way back from their walk, Y/N noticed that there was something in her mailbox. Strange, the bills are paid and I didn't order anything online, she thought to herself. What could it be?

"Oh my god" she giggled as she pulled the piece of thick paper out of the box, "What?" she whispered, completely amazed at the handmade gift. Little did she know it held a more meaningful message inside.

Before opening it she stopped for a sec to notice every detail in the drawing that was in the front. It was Jia and Bo, side by side, in a park. Beautiful sunny day, with lots of colors. Y/N was touched. 

The minute she opened though, her smile grew bigger.

Jia is ecstatic and proud to invite miss Y/N and Bo to her 5th birthday party,  to be held this Saturday, 3pm, at her godfather Kim Seokjin's house.

41 Jangmun-ro 9ga-gil, Yongsan-gu, Seoul

Would you do the honor of gracing us with your presence?

Birthdays were an important milestone and not for a second did it cross Y/N's mind being invited to Jia's. They've only known each other for a couple of days. She was just their neighbor for God's sake. Would it even be appropriate? 

Y/N wondered if Jimin was just trying to be nice so he suggested to his daughter her coming to the party and Jia simply nodded or if he did that on her behalf because of Bo. Y/N sighed. She liked the little girl and saw a lot of herself in her. Maybe that's why the instant connection.

After a few minutes standing in front of the mailbox, reading and rereading the card, Y/N decided that they could at least stop by so that Jia could spend a little time with Bo. It would've been mean not to, right?

“Looks like we have plans, buddy” Y/N looks down to Bo as he instantly replies with a bark, “Yeah we do” she pats him and he barks a couple more times as if he knew what those plans were.

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆