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Half Asleep Wishing I Still Had You Part 1

Summary: You fell in love with him while he was on a business trip to New York City, now that he was gone all you had left of him was an old t-shirt he left at your place.

Pairing: Mystery BTS member x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut (next chapter)

Rating: PG

Warnings: Lots of angst, brief mentions of sexual content

A/n: This story is inspired by the song ‘Your Shirt’ by Chelsea Cutler

Part 2

The nighttime routine. What once used to be your favorite part of the night now caused you pain. It used to mean that your day was done, you could finally turn in next to the one that you loved. The stress of the workday was long gone once you felt his warm embrace, the feeling of his soft t-shirt loosely engulfing your body as you lay in bed with your back pressed flush against his chest.

But those nights were too quick to end, as everything changed when he left you. The thought of going to sleep alone left you feeling cold, the vacant mattress felt more like an icebox rather than a bed. You were again left alone in your apartment, a place that used to feel like home. There was nothing that could conceal the feeling of being so desolate in your own space.

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BTS FIC REC ✸

Blue = Oneshot/Drabble

Purple = Series

Minors dni!

S- Smut A- Angst F- Fluff C- Crack

KIM SEOKJIN ✸

MIN YOONGI ✸

Time Is Ticking-joonary (Such a cute story, I've literally just sat and read ALL they're stories, this one has got to be one of my favourite, U should definitely give it a read!) F,C. @joonary

JUNG HOSEOK ✸

KIM NAMJOON ✸

You've Got A Friend In Me-wwilloww. (it's a mix of so much and I love it, its quite funny which goes so well with the fluff and smut, overall it was just an amazing read) F,S,C @wwilloww

PARK JIMIN ✸

KIM TAEHYUNG ✸

JEON JUNGKOOK ✸

two point five - bratkook (One of the best storys I have read on here, very pulling leaves u wanting more, and overall I could reread these three storys over and over again, bratkook always knows her way with words!) S, F , C @bratkook

Devoted to trouble - jeonsweetpea (First things first this is a great mix of seven and spider kook, it makes seven make even more sense. quite funny made me let out a few laughs, kook really is clueless but in love) F,S,C,A - kind of @jeonsweetpea

Seven days a week master list - jjkeverlast (Kook is one crazy man in this I live for it so muchhh) S,C @jjkeverlast

In which master list - onlyswan (Okay I love onlyswan their writing is so good I never wanna stop reading their stuff, this master list is the cutest thing ever, I get so happy when another drabble is put out, I've reread all the storys in here so many times and I most likely won't stop. if I had to recommend anyone it would be them!) | reason why it's a mix of blue and purple is because they can be read as stand alones but also all together.| F,C,A @onlyswan

Primrose - jeonjcngkook (So cute even when it has great smut in it, it's all perfectly balanced in to one little drabble which I love) F,S @jeonjcngkook

Escort - heesuncore ( SMUTY but I love it, this story is so well put together and is just so easy to read) S,F @heesuncore

The love plaza - mayolive-writes ( I have to admit I'm a sucker for friends to lovers storys, and this story really fulfills my love for the au) F,S @mayolive-writes

Chapstick - 95rkives ( Just a cute little fluff story, it's so cute reading it makes me feel all blushy) F,C @95rkives

Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates - ot7always (OKAY I have so much to say about this story, not that long ago I had kind of started to leave reading fanfics and what not, but I decided that maybe if I go back to this story I would get back into fanfics, and I was right it completely brought back my love for writing and reading fanfics, this story really does have a big special place in my heart) F,S,C. @ot7always

Angel baby -jeonqkooks (such a cute drabble jen always has me hooked with any of her writings) F! @jeonqkooks

Netflix & Chill - 1kook. (Just read this is such a good series I don't need to say much because once you read you will understand why I can't say anything cause it's just that perfect that no words will describe this perfection of a series) F,S,A,C. @1kook

In The Seom masterlist-thvhoe. (This Series is to actually die for, its so cute but smutty and the drabbles are just amazing, I really love thvhoe's works!) S,F,C,A. @thvhoe

I'm again late to the party, but OMG what a sweet story this was.

This is like a perfect scenario for rom-com I would definitely watch ☺

crowds around us | kth

gorgeous and breathtaking banner by @kimtaehyunq​​​​​ <3

Summary:  No matter how crowded or busy the world around you gets, your thoughts keep drifting back to him until they begin longing for more than just his virtual presence – and when you finally do meet him, he erases all of your thoughts entirely. 

⤞ pairing: Taehyung x reader

⤞ rating: GA

⤞ genre: s2f2l; lots of fluff, some crack

⤞ warnings: (online) banter, lots of teasing / flirting, lots of talk about sunrises and stuff, physical intimacy indicated but not described, movie references (you don’t need to understand them), alcohol consumption, kissing; not much, it’s honestly just tooth-rotting fluff y’all </3

⤞ word count: 12.6k

⤞ a/n: i wish there were words to describe what this man means to me and how much love i hold for him. but since this is an impossible task, i hope that this little love letter suffices too <3 happy birthday to the gentlest, loveliest, prettiest winter bear ever 🥺 a big thank you to @missgeniality​​​​ for beta’ing this !!! this is also my contribution to @dailydaegu​​‘s taehyung birthday event !! hope you guys like it <3

➳ listen to: sweet night X heather mash up & willow by Taylor Swift

MASTERLIST | WIPs

Sometimes, when the sunrise drenches the sky in unknown and colourful hues, it looks like it’s a representation of a familiar stranger. Sure, the natural phenomenon occurs in the same tender way every single dawn, but the intensity of it still feels new each time.

Taehyung knows that if worldly things truly resembled a person, he’d be able to recognise it with a brief, careful glance. Would be able to see a sunrise and a sunset, decipher the night sky or fog or supernova written in their eyes. It’s a strange way to think that he can’t put into words or explain to curious friends who try to pull him down from the seventh cloud he constantly floats on.

Of course he doesn’t think of these things when he soaks in the warmth of the sun in the summer, or when he takes in the scent of wet grass after a pleasant drizzle. And the poetic and optimistic aspect of his philosophy surely does not cross his dreaming mind when he finds himself in front of his computer one October night.

Czytaj dalej

I LOVE IT! ❤

accomplice (공범) — kim taehyung (김태형)

✧.* 18+

it was in love’s grasp that people found their greatest vulnerabilities exposed. it is love that held the power to bring forth both the heights of ecstasy and the depths of despair, often within the same breath. that weapon did not merely attack—it ensnared, it entwined, and in its embrace, it could drive its blade deep into the very core of one’s being. its effectiveness lied not in its force but in its subtlety, its ability to undermine from within while masquerading as a friend.

even as it healed, love could wound with the same touch. it was a gift that, when wielded recklessly, could leave scars that never fully faded. it was the smile that hid betrayal, the caress that masked intent, the warmth that preceded a cold, unfeeling end. love was the shadow that danced at the edge of light, a darkness that held the promise of all that could be lost in its pursuit. in the grand theatre of human emotion, love stood as the most potent of all the tools of destruction, draped in a veil of beauty and grace. it was the weapon that could unravel lives with the gentlest of touches and leave behind only the echoes of a dream once cherished. and in that way, love remained the greatest weapon of all evil, not through its capacity to destroy but through its ability to seduce, to bind, and to ultimately leave its mark on the soul, irrevocably changed.

in the twilight of your shared existence, love unfolded with the slow, deliberate grace of a symphony. the days drifted past in a haze of golden hues, each moment with taehyung a testament to the profound beauty of your connection. the world outside seemed to dissolve into a mere backdrop as you both wove your lives into an intricate tapestry of affection and vulnerability.

the first time you truly recognized the depth of your bond was beneath the canopy of a starlit sky. the night air was crisp, carrying with it the faintest hint of jasmine from the garden below. you had been lying side by side on the grassy knoll, your fingers intertwining effortlessly, as if they were always meant to be together. his voice, low and melodious, broke the silence. “do you ever wonder,” he asked, his gaze fixed on the celestial expanse above, “if the stars are just a reflection of our souls, scattered across the universe?”

you turned to him, your heart swelling with an emotion too vast for words. “sometimes,” you replied softly, “it feels like they are. like they’re whispering secrets that only we can understand.” he smiled, a slow, tender curve of his lips that made your heart ache with its sincerity. “i’ve always thought that love was the universe’s way of reminding us that we’re never truly alone. that even in the vastness of space, there’s a connection that binds us.”

in those moments, with his head resting gently on your shoulder and the weight of the world momentarily suspended, you felt the profound truth of his words. love was indeed a force that transcended the ordinary, a cosmic bond that defied the confines of time and space. your days together were punctuated by those quiet revelations, moments of profound clarity interspersed with the simple joys of shared experiences. whether it was the soft laughter that accompanied your late-night conversations or the stolen glances in crowded rooms, each instance was imbued with a beauty that seemed almost sacred.

in the sanctuary of your shared existence, where the boundaries between passion and tenderness blurred, love unfurled itself with a fiery intensity that was as consuming as it was enchanting. the nights spent together were not just a testament to the strength of your bond but also to the raw, unfiltered passion that coursed through every touch and whisper.

as twilight settled over your world, the air was heavy with the promise of something more. the room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the lamps, casting shadows that danced playfully on the walls. taehyung’s presence was a palpable force, a magnetic pull that drew you ever closer. he stood before you, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. the simple gesture was charged with an undercurrent of longing, a silent confession of the desire that simmered just beneath the surface. his fingers lingered on your skin, their warmth sending shivers down your spine.

“you know,” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvety rumble that resonated with an intensity that matched the heat in his eyes, “there’s something almost intoxicating about the way you look at me.” you met his gaze, your heart racing as you felt the heat of his words envelop you. “and you,” you replied, your voice hushed and trembling with anticipation, “have a way of making everything feel so electric. every touch, every glance—it's like a spark that ignites a fire within me.”

with a slow, deliberate movement, he closed the distance between you. his hands found your waist, drawing you close until your bodies were pressed together, the rhythm of his breath a steady cadence against your skin. his lips brushed against your ear, the sensation both tantalizing and reassuring. “i’ve always believed,” he whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing, “that love and lust are intertwined, two sides of the same coin. It’s the way you make me feel that drives me to the edge of reason, the way our bodies communicate in a language that words can never fully capture.”

you responded to his touch with an urgency that spoke of the depth of your desire. your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, each caress a testament to the passion that surged between you. as his lips found yours, the kiss was a fierce and hungry exploration, a melding of souls that left you both breathless and yearning. the room seemed to close in around you, the world outside fading into insignificance as you became lost in the intoxicating dance of desire. taehyung’s hands roamed over your body with a reverent intensity, each touch a promise, each kiss a declaration. the space between you was charged with an electric energy, a palpable force that seemed to set every nerve on edge.

“you're mine,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff, pressing his body against yours. his hands roamed over your clothed skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. the scent of desire mingled in the air, thickening the tension between you. you didn't protest when he shoved you against the wall, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “you're gonna take it all.” it was a promise, a threat, and a declaration of his intentions. and in that moment, you realized you had never been so ready to surrender.

his fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, ripping it open to reveal your braless chest. your tits bounced free, the cool air brushing against your hardened nipples. taehyung's eyes gleamed with hunger as he took in the sight, and he didn't waste a second before his mouth was on you, biting and sucking, leaving red marks on your skin. you gasped, your hands instinctively reaching up to grab his hair, pulling him closer as he kneaded your flesh with rough, demanding hands. the sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he yanked your pants down, leaving you exposed and vulnerable before him.

his eyes traveled down, darkening as he took in the sight of your wet pussy. “so pretty,” he murmured, before slapping your ass hard. the sound echoed through the room, making you jump and moan. your eyes watered, but you didn't dare tell him to stop. you liked it rough, just like he did. he smacked you again, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. “ask for it,” he demanded, his voice a growl that sent shivers down your spine. "please," you begged, your voice shaking with need. “please, tae, fuck me.”

without another word, he positioned himself at your entrance, his hard length pressing against your wetness. he pushed in, inch by inch, filling you completely. your walls stretched around him, welcoming him home. you moaned his name, your body trembling with pleasure. he didn't hold back, slamming into you with a ferocity that had you seeing stars. your hands clawed at his back, leaving deep scratches as he slapped your tits, watching them bounce with every thrust. “you like that?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. “yeah,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm building. “i like it when you're rough with me.”

his hand reached up, grabbing your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “you want more?” he asked, his eyes boring into yours. you nodded, unable to form words. “good,” he said, tightening his grip as he picked up the pace. your breathing grew ragged, your body on the edge of ecstasy. “say it,” he demanded, his voice harsh. “say you're mine.” and with a final smack to your face, you did, your voice hoarse as you screamed it out, “i'm yours, tae!” and with that, you shattered around him, your body convulsing with the most intense orgasm you had ever felt.

the lush, intoxicating beauty of your relationship had once seemed invincible, an impenetrable fortress of love and desire. but as the days turned into months and the months into years, the relentless march of reality began to press against the walls of your shared world. the vibrant tapestry of passion and tenderness began to fray at the edges, worn thin by the harsh realities that even the strongest love could not entirely escape.

the weight of the evening felt oppressive, the air thick with the heavy, palpable tension that had been building for weeks. your small trailer home, once a sanctuary of shared dreams and affection, now seemed like a cage of discontent. the dim light from a single lamp flickered against the walls, casting long, distorted shadows that danced in rhythm with the mounting frustration between you and taehyung.

the last of your money had been spent on a six-pack of beer, a futile attempt to escape the grinding reality of your financial struggles. empty bottles cluttered the table, a stark reminder of how far you had fallen from the easy intimacy of your past. he sat across from you, his face set in a grim expression as he took another swig from his bottle.

“i can’t fucking believe this,” he said, his voice edged with anger. “we’ve been struggling for months, and here we are, with nothing to show for it. we’ve spent every last cent on this,” he gestured angrily at the empty bottles, “and we’re no closer to fixing anything.”

you glared back at him, your own frustration boiling over. “don’t act like it’s just about the money. we’ve been fighting about this constantly. every time we try to make a plan, it fucking falls apart.”

his eyes flashed with irritation. “you think i don’t know that? i’m the one who’s been working myself to the bone, trying to find a way out of this shit. but every time i turn around, we’re right back here, broke and angry.”

“and i’m the one who’s been holding this shit together, trying to make sure we have enough to get by,” you shot back, your voice rising. “it’s not like i’m just sitting around doing nothing. we’re both in this mess, and it’s tearing us apart.” the argument spiraled, each of you throwing blame with increasing fervor. the words became sharper, the accusations more personal. what had once been a shared struggle now seemed like an insurmountable barrier between you, your voices rising in a cacophony of frustration.

“we’re on the brink of losing everything,” he shouted, slamming his bottle down on the table. “and what do we do? we drink away the last of our money like it’s going to fix anything!” your face flushed with anger, tears of frustration pricking at your eyes. “we’re both exhausted. this isn’t just about the fucking money; it’s about feeling like we’re failing at everything we’ve worked for. we’re constantly fighting just to stay afloat, and it’s destroying us.”

his face hardened, his frustration turning into a cold resolve. “you know what? i can’t do this anymore. i need some space, some time to think. i can’t keep fighting this battle day in and day out with no end in sight.” before you could respond, he stood abruptly, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. without another word, he grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door. the sound of the door slamming shut echoed through the small trailer, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

you stared at the closed door, feeling the enormity of the situation settle over you. the argument had left both of you raw and exposed, and now, the emptiness of the trailer seemed to mirror the emptiness of your heart. the weight of your financial troubles felt even heavier now, the anger and pain of the argument making the struggle feel even more insurmountable. outside, taehyung stood in the dim light of the trailer’s porch, his breath visible in the chilly night air. he fumbled with a pack of cigarettes, his hands trembling slightly as he pulled one out and lit it with a shaking match. the plume of smoke curled up into the night, mingling with the fog of his thoughts.

the cigarette’s glow illuminated his face in fleeting moments, revealing the weariness and regret etched into his features. he took a long drag, the nicotine offering a brief reprieve from the relentless weight of his thoughts. the cold night air felt like a stark contrast to the heated argument that had transpired inside. his mind raced as he exhaled the smoke, each puff a small attempt to clear the storm of emotions swirling inside him. the cigarette burned down, its ashes falling to the ground as he grappled with the reality of your situation. the comfort of the night was a harsh juxtaposition to the chaos of the evening, a quiet backdrop to the turmoil within.

his footsteps echoed softly against the cold pavement as he walked away from the trailer home, the weight of the argument with you still heavy on his shoulders. the cool night air was a stark contrast to the heated words exchanged, and the solitary walk gave him a momentary escape from the suffocating tension that had plagued his evening.

he headed towards his friend's place, a small apartment that always seemed to have a haze of smoke drifting from its windows. yoongi, a friend known for his reckless tendencies and a constant source of questionable advice, was a haven for those in need of distraction or, in taehyung’s case, a sounding board for his mounting frustrations. when he arrived, yoongi greeted him with a knowing nod and a smirk that spoke of many similar late-night confessions. they settled into the worn-out couch, the familiar scent of stale smoke and cheap cologne filling the room. yoongi reached for a joint, rolling it with practiced ease and lighting it with a casual flick.

“rough night?” he asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke with a lazy drawl. his eyes, half-closed in relaxation, watched as taehyung took the joint and drew in a deep breath, letting the smoke curl around him.

“you could say that,” he replied, his voice strained as he took another drag. “things are just getting worse. the money’s gone, and the arguing never stops. i don’t know how much more I can take.” yoongi’s eyes sharpened with a glint of mischief. “you know, there’s always a way out if you’re willing to look for it. sometimes you just need a little push in the right direction.”

taehyung looked at him with a mix of hope and skepticism. “what are you talking about?” yoongi reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. “a contact I know—he’s got connections. if you’re really desperate, he might be able to help. just text him. he might offer you a solution.”

the paper had a phone number scribbled on it, and taehyung hesitated for a moment before accepting it. yoongi’s demeanor was too casual, too nonchalant, but the desperation in his heart drove him to take a chance. he nodded, though doubts lingered at the edge of his mind. “thanks,” he said, pocketing the number. “i’ll think about it.”

as he walked back to the trailer, the weight of the night hung heavily around him. he couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding, but the thought of the financial relief yoongi had promised was too alluring to ignore. when he returned to the trailer, you were asleep, the rhythmic rise and fall of your breathing a stark reminder of what he stood to lose. in the quiet of the night, he sat at the small kitchen table, his phone in hand. with trembling fingers, he composed a text to the unknown number: “i need help. i was given your contact. what can you offer?”

he sent the message and waited, the seconds stretching into what felt like hours. finally, a response came through: “i can offer you a way out. you will be given a target and location. complete the job, and the money will be yours. are you in?”

taehyung’s heart raced as he read the message. the reality of what was being asked of him hit like a wave, and he hesitated. the thought of taking another person’s life was a profound and unsettling concept. but then he thought of you—the mounting bills, the arguments, the fear of losing you—and the money promised seemed to be the only escape from the relentless cycle of despair. with a resigned breath, he replied: “i’m in. who's the target?”

the response came swiftly: “you will receive the details shortly. follow them precisely. do not involve anyone else.” the message left him with a feeling of dread, but the desperation to save your relationship pushed him forward. he needed the money, and the promise of a way out was too compelling to ignore.

the next morning, taehyung set out in his car, following the instructions he had received. his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he drove through unfamiliar streets, the early morning light casting an eerie glow on the empty roads. the destination was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, its dilapidated structure a stark contrast to the life he had once envisioned for himself.

when he arrived, he parked his car and approached the building with a sense of grim determination. inside, he found a solitary figure waiting for him, a man with a cold, detached demeanor. the instructions had been clear: there was a target, and the payment would be made once the job was complete. his heart pounded as the man handed him a photograph of the target—a middle-aged man with a weary expression. the target was described in detail, his daily routine, and the precise location where he would be found. his hands shook slightly as he took in the information, the enormity of what he was about to do weighing heavily on him.

“you know what you need to do,” the man said, his voice devoid of empathy. “get it done, and you’ll receive your payment. no mistakes.” taehyung nodded, his mind numb with fear and resolve. he followed the directions to the location where the target was expected to be—a quiet, isolated park where the man often took his morning walks. as he approached, the sight of the man moving slowly along the path seemed to crystallize the gravity of the situation.

he took a deep breath, steeling himself against the turmoil inside. the act was swift and brutal, driven by the necessity of the moment. the cold reality of the deed left him hollow, the weight of the action crashing down on him as he completed the job. the man fell, lifeless, and taehyung’s heart felt like lead as he made the final call to the contact. he texted the number: “the job is finished.” the reply came almost immediately: “good. payment will be sent.”

with the task behind him, taehyung drove back to the trailer, his mind clouded with a mix of guilt and relief. the night was a blur of regret and disquiet as he lay in bed beside you, the comforting rhythm of your sleep a cruel contrast to the turmoil within him. when morning came, he awoke to a sense of unease. he found a package left at your doorstep, its presence a stark reminder of the price he had paid. he opened it cautiously, revealing a substantial amount of money neatly packed inside. the sight of the cash was both a relief and a torment, a bitter reminder of the sacrifice he had made.

as he stared at the money, the enormity of his actions settled heavily on him. the financial relief that had seemed so alluring now felt tainted, the cost of maintaining your relationship overshadowed by the dark path he had chosen. the guilt gnawed at him, a constant companion in the quiet moments of the morning, as he prepared to face another day with the weight of his choices pressing down on him.

the morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of your trailer, casting a soft glow over the small space. taehyung lay beside you, his mind a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions. the heavy weight of his actions pressed down on him, a constant reminder of the path he had taken. yet, as he glanced at you, peacefully asleep beside him, a pang of regret and determination surged within him.

the sight of you, so innocent and trusting, filled him with a deep sorrow. he had done something unforgivable to provide for you, to salvage the love that seemed on the brink of destruction. the money on the table, though a source of relief, was also a symbol of the dark choice he had made. as he stared at the pile of cash, his resolve hardened. he had to put on a façade of normalcy, to keep you from knowing the truth. with a heavy heart, he gently shook your shoulder, his touch tender despite the inner turmoil. “hey, wake up,” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady.

you stirred, blinking awake and smiling as you saw him beside you. “morning,” you mumbled, your voice still drowsy. “i have something for you,” taehyung said, a forced cheerfulness in his tone as he reached for the bundle of cash on the table. he picked it up, holding it out to you with a mixture of apprehension and hope. “i want you to see this.”

you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and looked at the wad of money in his hands. your eyes widened in surprise. “what is this? where did you get all this money?” taehyung swallowed hard, his mind racing for a plausible explanation. “it’s from my parents,” he said, forcing a smile. “they sent it for a missed birthday. they wanted to help us out.”

you stared at the money, the disbelief on your face quickly melting into joy. “are you serious? this is incredible! i can’t believe they did this for us!” the relief and happiness in your voice made taehyung’s heart ache. he wanted to confess, to tell you everything, but the lie he had spun felt like the only way to protect you from the truth. the money was a temporary fix, a shallow balm for the deeper wound of what he had done.

“i’m just glad we have some breathing room now,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “we can finally catch a break.” without another word, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. the affection in your touch, the way you held him close, was both a comfort and a torment. you tilted your head up, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was tender and full of unspoken gratitude.

the kiss was a sweet balm for the guilt that gnawed at his conscience. the warmth of your lips against his, the softness of your touch, was a stark contrast to the cold reality of his actions. as you pulled back, your eyes sparkled with happiness, and you looked at him with a smile that made his heart ache even more.

the newfound wealth had transformed your lives in ways you hadn't imagined. the pile of cash had grown, and with it, your ability to enjoy luxuries that had once seemed out of reach. taehyung’s resolve had hardened, each task he completed bringing more money and a temporary sense of relief, though the weight of his actions never fully left him.

one evening, you both decided to escape the confines of your trailer and immerse yourselves in the vibrant nightlife of the city. you donned a stunning dress that clung to your curves, the fabric shimmering under the club’s lights. the sight of you in that dress took taehyung’s breath away, momentarily erasing the persistent shadows of guilt that lingered in his mind. the club was a pulsating sea of lights and sounds, and as you stepped inside, the energy of the place seemed to envelop you both.

he led you to the bar, where the drinks flowed freely. you both ordered a round of cocktails, the vibrant colors of the drinks reflecting the thrill of the night. the alcohol quickly took effect, loosening inhibitions and heightening the euphoria of the evening. you and him shared a joint between sips of your drinks, the marijuana mixing with the alcohol to create a heady combination that made everything feel more vivid, more intense.

as the night progressed, you found yourselves on the dance floor, bodies pressed together as the music thrummed around you. the rhythm of the beats seemed to synchronize with your racing heart, and his hands roamed over your body, his touch electrifying.

in a corner of the club, away from prying eyes, you both lost yourselves in each other. the thrill of the evening, the high from the drinks and drugs, made every touch feel more passionate, every kiss more intense. taehyung pulled you close, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private bubble of lust and desire.

as your hands tangled in his hair, the moment was abruptly interrupted by the persistent buzz of his phone. he pulled away, frustration etched on his face as he glanced at the screen.

“sorry, i need to check this,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. “i’ll be right back.” you nodded, your eyes still hazy with intoxication and desire. “i’ll be in the bathroom,” you replied, already swaying slightly as you headed toward the restroom.

taehyung stepped outside into the cool night air, the vibrant sounds of the club fading behind him. he pulled out his phone and checked the new messages from the contact. the screen displayed the terse instructions: another job. target is at the old warehouse near the docks. same procedure as before. “don’t leave until it’s done. payment will be transferred upon completion.”

his heart raced, a mixture of dread and resignation settling in. he read the message several times, the words echoing ominously in his mind. absentmindedly, he tossed his phone back onto the table as he walked into the sanctuary of the club, feeling a pang of anxiety as he headed toward the designated location. in his haze of guilt and inebriation, taehyung failed to register where he had left his phone.

the warehouse was an imposing structure, its silhouette dark and foreboding against the night sky. he approached it with a sense of grim determination. the job had become a grim routine, but the stakes were high, and the thought of losing you kept him focused. the target, a blond man with a sullen expression, was supposed to be waiting at the rear of the warehouse. taehyung moved silently through the shadows, the weight of the gun in his hand a constant reminder of the gravity of his actions. his breaths came in shallow, anxious puffs as he neared the spot.

he spotted the target standing alone, seemingly unaware of the imminent danger. his mind was clouded with a mixture of guilt and resolve. he took a deep breath, raising the gun with a practiced steadiness. the silencer on the end of the barrel made the shot almost imperceptible. the man fell with a quiet thud, the finality of the action sinking deep into his conscience. he stood over the body, his heart pounding in his chest. he had completed another job, but the weight of each act grew heavier.

the dim light of the trailer was a definite contrast to the pulsating energy of the club. taehyung stumbled through the door, his thoughts still clouded by the night’s grim tasks. he expected to find you in the soft glow of the trailer’s modest lighting, perhaps waiting for him with a tired smile. instead, he was met with a scene that made his heart drop.

you were seated on a chair, your body clad in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties. the cigarette in your hand was a small, glowing ember in the dark room. an angry expression marred your usually serene face, your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. on the table beside you lay his phone, its screen dark but unmistakably present. his heart raced as he saw the phone. panic surged through him; he had left it at the club, and now the possibility of someone discovering his secret was all too real. his mind raced through the implications, the potential fallout from such a careless mistake.

“hey, i—” taehyung began, trying to muster a calm demeanor, but his voice faltered as he saw your fuming expression. without a word, you stood up, the cigarette burning down in your hand. in a sudden burst of fury, you grabbed an ashtray from the table and hurled it at him. the ceramic object shattered against the wall, a sharp crack that echoed through the trailer.

“where the fuck have you been?” you screamed, your voice cracking with anger and frustration. “you think you can just disappear and leave me here? what are you doing with your life, taehyung? how could you be so careless?” he took the hits, his heart sinking with every accusation. he tried to explain, to offer some semblance of a reason, but the words caught in his throat. your anger was raw, unrestrained, and each word was a painful reminder of the lies and deceit he had spun.

you pounded at his chest with your fists, each blow a physical manifestation of your hurt and betrayal. tears streamed down your face, mingling with the smoke of the cigarette and the remnants of shattered ceramic.

“you promised me a future,” you yelled through your tears. “a real future, not this shit. i trusted you, and now look at what you’ve done. you’ve thrown it all away.”

he stood there, taking every blow, his own anger and guilt simmering just beneath the surface. he wanted to explain, to tell you the truth, but the weight of his actions and the fear of losing you held him back. when you finally seemed to lose the strength to continue, your energy spent from the outburst, he gently took your wrists in his hands. he cupped your tear-streaked cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the anger of moments before.

“please, don’t cry,” he said softly, his voice trembling with emotion. “i’m so sorry. i never meant for any of this to happen. i thought i was doing what i needed to for us.” in that fragile moment, as he wiped away your tears, there was a flicker of the love that had once been so strong between you. it was a bittersweet reminder of the bond you had shared, now tainted by the darkness of his choices.

“i know I’ve made mistakes,” he continued, his voice cracking. “i’ll stop. i’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.” you looked at him, the pain in your eyes mixing with a deep sadness. the promise, though heartfelt, came too late. the trust that had once been the foundation of your relationship had been shattered, and no amount of apologies could mend it.

“i can’t do this anymore,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “i can’t keep living like this. i need to move on.” the words hit him like a physical blow. the reality of what you were saying sank in, the finality of it almost unbearable. he had lost his way, and in doing so, had lost you as well.

you stood up, your movements slow and deliberate as you gathered the few belongings you had brought with you into the trailer. he watched in silent despair as you prepared to leave, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. with one last glance at him, you headed for the door, the finality of your departure echoing through the small trailer. taehyung stood there, rooted to the spot, as the door closed behind you. the silence that followed was deafening, the contrast to the chaos and noise of the night before brutal. he sank down into a chair, the trailer now feeling colder and emptier than it had before. the money that had once seemed like a lifeline now felt like a curse, a reminder of the price he had paid for the love he had tried so desperately to save. the guilt and regret gnawed at him, a relentless reminder of the choices he had made and the love he had lost.

hours turned into days, and days into weeks. the morning light seeped through the thin curtains of the trailer, casting a dull glow over the room. taehyung woke up with a groan, his head throbbing from a night of excessive drinking and numbing escapism. the bed, once a place of shared intimacy and warmth with you, was now a chaotic mess of discarded clothing and bodies. girls he had picked up the previous night were sprawled across the sheets, their disheveled appearances a stark contrast to the sophisticated allure they had once possessed.

as his eyes adjusted to the light, he took in the scene around him. the sight of the girls, their faces smeared with traces of makeup and their bodies intertwined in careless abandon, ignited a wave of anger and frustration. the once comforting space now felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the emptiness that had replaced your presence.

the more he stared at them, the angrier he became. the room, filled with the remnants of last night’s indulgence, was a stark reminder of his failed attempts to drown out the pain of your departure. the girls, oblivious to the storm raging inside him, began to stir and stretch, their groggy movements only serving to heighten his irritation. “get up,” his voice cracked with raw, unfiltered rage as he erupted, startling the girls awake. “get the fuck out of my house.”

their eyes widened in alarm as they scrambled to gather their belongings, their earlier flirtatiousness replaced by fear. his anger seemed to seep into every corner of the room, turning it into a battleground of shattered emotions. the girls, now fully awake and realizing the gravity of the situation, hurriedly dressed, their movements frantic and disorganized. “just fucking leave,” he continued to yell, his voice echoing with a mix of fury and despair. “get the fuck out!”

in his rage, he grabbed a handful of cash from the bedside table and tossed it at them with a disdainful flick of his wrist. the money scattered across the floor, a pathetic attempt to buy their silence and expedite their departure. the girls, frightened and desperate to escape, hurried out of the trailer, their footsteps echoing in the silence that followed.

with a final, disgusted glance at the remnants of his night, taehyung stumbled into the bathroom, the weight of his anger and regret pressing down on him. he clutched a half-empty beer in his hand, the liquid sloshing around as he moved. the familiar smell of stale alcohol and smoke mixed with the growing stench of his own self-loathing. he staggered to the toilet, the room spinning around him as he dropped to his knees. the beer, once a source of temporary solace, now felt like a heavy burden. with a groan, he leaned over the toilet and emptied the contents of his stomach, his body convulsing with each heave. the vomit splashed into the bowl, a sickly mix of alcohol and regret.

as he retched, memories of you flooded his mind. your laughter, your touch, the warmth of your presence—everything that had made the trailer feel like a home now felt like a cruel joke. the more he thought about you, the more intense his anguish became. the trailer, the money, the meaningless encounters with strangers—it was all a desperate attempt to fill the void you had left behind, but nothing could replace the love he had lost. hia sobs mingled with the sound of his heaving stomach, each wave of nausea accompanied by a wave of grief. he clutched the side of the toilet, his knuckles white as he gripped the porcelain. The bathroom, with its harsh lighting and grimy surfaces, seemed like a fitting backdrop for his misery.

the club was a chaotic symphony of flashing lights, pulsing beats, and a haze of cigarette smoke. the air was thick with the scent of perfume and alcohol, blending together into an intoxicating mix that mirrored the chaotic state of your mind. the music, a relentless beat that throbbed through the crowd, seemed to synchronize with the erratic rhythm of your heart.

you stood at the center of the dance floor, your body moving to the rhythm with a wild abandon that belied the storm of emotions swirling inside you. the scandalous dress you wore clung to your form, its shimmering fabric catching the strobe lights and casting an alluring glow around you. in one hand, you clutched a bottle of alcohol, its contents sloshing with each movement, the liquid serving as both a shield and a source of fleeting comfort. the crowd around you was a blur of faces and bodies, their movements a stark contrast to your own. you danced with an intensity that seemed to cut through the noise, each gyration and twist a desperate attempt to drown out the ache that had settled in your chest. the bottle was a constant companion, its alcohol providing a temporary numbness that barely masked the pain beneath.

a man, drawn to your wild energy and provocative presence, approached you with a confident stride. his eyes, glazed with a mixture of desire and intoxication, locked onto you as he slid up beside you, his hand grazing your waist. he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered something you barely registered. in a haze of alcohol and frustration, you allowed him to pull you closer. his lips met yours in a fierce, hungry kiss, a collision of heat and desperation. for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the sensation of his lips against yours and the pounding music in the background.

the kiss was an escape, a fleeting moment of physical connection that offered a temporary reprieve from the turmoil inside you. but as quickly as it had begun, it ended. you pushed him away with a sudden, forceful shove, your movements fueled by an intense need to escape. the man stumbled back, a mixture of surprise and frustration on his face, but you paid him no mind.

staggering slightly, you turned away from him, your mind already drifting back to the person you were trying so desperately to forget. you took a deep swig from the bottle, the sharp burn of the alcohol a harsh reminder of your own self-destructive behavior. the familiar taste was a bitter echo of the solace you sought in these fleeting encounters, and it did little to quell the ache that lingered.

as you made your way through the crowd, weaving through the sea of bodies, you felt a growing sense of disorientation. the music, once a driving force, now felt like a relentless hammer pounding against your temples. the flashing lights blurred together, creating a disorienting kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to mock your attempts at escape. you found a quieter corner of the club, a place where the noise was muffled and the crowd was thinner. leaning against a wall, you took another swig from the bottle, the alcohol providing a temporary sense of detachment. your mind, however, remained stubbornly focused on taehyung. memories of him, of the life you had shared, seemed to surface with every beat of the music.

the more you tried to push those thoughts away, the more insistent they became. you remembered the way his eyes would light up when he saw you, the feel of his arms around you, the whispered promises that had once held so much meaning. the more you thought about it, the more you realized that no amount of alcohol or temporary pleasure could fill the void left by his absence.

the neon lights of the club pulsed with an unrelenting rhythm, casting their garish hues across the dance floor and illuminating the chaotic swirl of bodies. taehyung, his mind clouded by both alcohol and tumultuous emotions, entered the club with a sense of purpose. the disarray of his recent days had driven him to seek solace in the place that had become both his refuge and his prison.

he moved through the crowd with a determined stride, pushing past clusters of revelers and navigating through the maze of flashing lights and pounding beats. the bar was his first stop, and he ordered a drink with a brusque wave of his hand, the bartender quickly handing him a glass of amber liquid that he downed in one swift motion. the alcohol burned its way down his throat, offering a fleeting sense of numbness as he leaned against the bar.

as he surveyed the scene before him, a girl, with eyes full of want and an expression of flirtatious intent, approached him. she pressed against him, her hands wandering over his chest with a practiced ease. for a moment, he allowed himself to be swept along by the physical distraction, his thoughts momentarily diverted from the pain that gnawed at him. but then, he caught sight of you.

you were at the heart of the dance floor, your body moving with a sensual abandon that caught his breath. the dress you wore shimmered under the lights, its scandalous cut accentuating every curve as you danced, your movements a tantalizing blend of freedom and desperation. your eyes were glazed, your expression a mask of fleeting enjoyment that did little to hide the underlying turmoil.

in a sudden burst of clarity, taehyung shoved the girl away from him, his face contorted with frustration and heartbreak. “get the fuck off,” he snapped, his voice harsh and unyielding. the girl looked startled and taken aback but quickly retreated, her attempt at flirtation now nothing more than a distant try. his gaze locked onto yours across the dance floor. time seemed to stretch and distort as your eyes met. In that moment, the cacophony of the club faded into a distant hum, leaving only the silent, heavy weight of unspoken emotions. the sight of you, so close yet so unreachable, twisted at his heart.

he watched as you reached for another swig from your bottle, the movement almost mechanical. your eyes, once filled with fiery intensity, now seemed empty and distant. the sight of your distress, the way you seemed to force yourself to look away, cut deep into him. he felt a pang of regret, a profound sorrow that made him wish he could turn back time.

he stood there, helpless, as another girl approached him, her demeanor flirtatious and uninviting. “you look like you could use some company,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. taehyung barely glanced at her, his eyes still fixed on you. “fuck off,” he muttered, his tone cold and dismissive. the girl, recognizing the finality in his voice, backed away, her interest swiftly extinguished.

seeing the rejection unfold, you felt a sudden surge of courage and staggered over to him, the alcohol making your movements unsteady. his eyes widened in surprise as you approached, the distance between you shrinking with each hesitant step you took.

“taehyung,” you said, your voice trembling but resolute. tears began to flow freely down your cheeks as you reached him. “taehyung, i love you.” his heart ached at the sight of your tears, the raw emotion in your voice striking a chord deep within him. without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. the warmth of his body against yours, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, offered a balm to the turmoil you both felt.

“i love you too,” he whispered into your hair, his voice choked with emotion. He cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing away the tears that stained your cheeks. his kiss was tender and full of longing, a promise of the love that had never truly faded. as you both held each other, the world outside the club seemed to dissolve into insignificance. in that moment, the noise, the flashing lights, and the chaotic crowd were mere shadows against the intensity of your connection. the promise you made, to make up and find a way back to each other, was a fragile thread that seemed to bind you both in a newfound resolve.

the morning light pushed past the thin curtains of the bed, casting a warm, gentle glow across the room. you woke slowly, nestled in the secure embrace of taehyung, the familiar rhythm of his breathing a comforting reminder of the bond you both shared. his arms were wrapped protectively around you, and the warmth of his body against yours provided a deep sense of solace. as you stirred, his lips brushed softly against your forehead, the gentle kiss a tender greeting to the new day. his touch was light and affectionate, a stark contrast to the tumultuous nights that had preceded this moment. you sighed contentedly, feeling the weight of the past few weeks lift slightly, replaced by the calm intimacy of waking up together.

“good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep but filled with genuine warmth. he tilted your chin up gently and kissed you with a sweetness that spoke of both apology and affection. the kiss deepened, his lips moving with a deliberate tenderness that conveyed his sincere intentions.

“i promise,” he said as he pulled away slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination, “i’m done with that life. we’ll find another way. i’m gonna stop answering those texts and demands.” you could see the resolve in his eyes, the genuine commitment to leave behind the dangerous path he had been on. it was a promise of renewal, of building a future together without the shadows of past mistakes hanging over you.

the day unfolded like a vivid dream. taehyung’s reckless driving down winding roads and your laughter filling the car created a tapestry of shared joy and freedom. the wind whipped through the open windows, ruffling your hair and adding to the exhilarating sense of liberation that enveloped you both. the radio blared your favorite songs, the beats and lyrics a soundtrack to your newfound happiness.

in the passenger seat, you leaned in close, your lips grazing taehyung’s neck as you planted soft, lingering kisses against his skin. the sensation of your lips on his neck made him shiver with pleasure, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as he navigated the road with an unchecked abandon. “slow down, shit,” you laughed, the thrill of the moment making your heart race as much as his speed. “not a chance,” he grinned back, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and affection. “we’re having too much fun.”

eventually, he pulled up to a secluded spot by the sea, a hidden gem away from the prying eyes of the city. the area was serene, the only sounds the gentle lapping of waves against the shore and the distant calls of seagulls. the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the water and creating a picturesque scene that felt both intimate and vast.

you both stepped out of the car, the cool sea breeze brushing against your skin. taehyung took your hand, leading you down to the edge of the water where the sand was soft beneath your feet. the sunset painted the horizon in hues of orange and pink, creating a backdrop that seemed to mirror the warmth and beauty of the moment. he pulled you close, his arms encircling your waist as he gazed into your eyes with a tenderness that spoke of a deep, unwavering love. you tilted your head slightly, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that was both a celebration of your renewed connection and a promise of the future.

as you pulled back slightly, you looked into his eyes and asked softly, “do you remember our date last christmas?” his eyes softened with nostalgia. “how could i forget? it was magical. i remember everything—how we danced under the stars and how everything felt so perfect.” you smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at the shared memory. “promise me we’ll do it again this christmas.”

“absolutely,” he replied, his voice full of conviction and love. “we’ll make it even more special. i promise.” the promise hung between you like a golden thread, weaving your shared past and hopeful future into a single, beautiful moment. the serenity of the seaside, combined with the reaffirmation of your love and commitment, made everything feel right again.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the serene sea, you felt a surge of happiness that made your heart flutter. the tranquil seaside setting was the perfect backdrop for a moment of connection, and the promise of christmas together only deepened the sense of contentment you felt. deciding to extend the evening's pleasures, you headed back to the car to retrieve a couple of beers you had stashed in the cooler.

taehyung followed close behind, his footsteps light and purposeful, his presence a comforting reassurance. as you reached the car, you fumbled with the cooler, pulling out the cold bottles of beer and feeling the chill of the metal against your skin. the sound of the waves lapping against the shore was a soothing symphony, the only other noise being the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.

you popped the caps off the beers, the familiar hiss of escaping carbonation filling the air. but before you could turn back around, taehyung’s hands settled on your waist, his touch sending a delightful shiver down your spine. the heat of his body pressed against your back was an unmistakable reminder of his closeness, and you felt his breath against your neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your skin.

his kisses were light but electrifying, his lips teasing the sensitive area just below your ear. the sensation was both intoxicating and tender, sending waves of pleasure through you. you felt your knees go weak with his touch, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his warm breath mingled with the cool evening air. in your slightly disoriented state, you clumsily dropped one of the beers, the bottle hitting the ground with a muted thud and a slight splash of foam. the other bottle teetered precariously in your hand before you let it fall as well, the evening’s calm interrupted by the clatter of glass and the soft fizz of escaping beer.

turning around with a sudden, almost desperate urgency, you came face-to-face with him. his eyes were dark with desire, and the intensity of his gaze sent your heart racing. without a word, you closed the gap between you, capturing his lips in a steamy, passionate kiss. the kiss was fiery and urgent, your lips moving against his with an unrestrained fervor that mirrored the intense emotions both of you were feeling. the taste of the beer and the lingering sweetness of the moment combined into a heady mix, making the kiss even more intoxicating. his hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer to him, the heat of his touch mingling with the warmth of the evening.

the kiss deepened, each movement a blend of longing and love as he guided you back into the car. his lips pressed against yours with a hunger that was both exhilarating and comforting. his hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly as the world around you seemed to blur into insignificance. you gasped into the kiss, feeling his clothed dick press against you. he kissed you with the same passion you were used to as you brought your hand up, letting it collide with his face, the way he liked it. the sound sharp in the confined space. taehyung's grip tightened, his eyes lighting up with a feral glint. you'd discovered long ago that little slaps were his kryptonite, turning the sweet, tender kisses into something raw and primal.

he chuckled darkly, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. “you love fucking me up, don't you?” he whispered, his thumb pushing into your mouth. you bit down, a warning, but he just chuckled again, his eyes flashing with excitement. the air was thick with lust as you both fumbled with buttons and zippers, desperate to be skin to skin. the windows steamed up quickly, obscuring the outside world. there was no one around to see, but the thrill of being so exposed added to the excitement.

his hand found its way under your shirt, his rough fingers brushing against your sensitive skin. you arched into his touch, moaning softly. he pulled away, panting, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached into his pocket for a condom.

“not this time,” you murmured, your voice a challenge. his eyes went wide for a moment before a smoldering look took over his features. he tossed the condom aside, his hand resuming its journey up your thigh. “you're playing with fire,” he warned, his voice low and gruff. but he didn't stop. he knew you were ready for it, happy to take the risk, ready to feel him in a way that was as dangerous as it was exhilarating.

the sound of the ocean was the only soundtrack to your passion as you gave in to the moment, letting your inhibitions wash away with the tide. the salt in the air mingled with the scent of sweat and desire, creating a heady cocktail that intoxicated you both. his hand was rough as he unbuckled your pants, his other hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer for another bruising kiss. you could feel him, hot and hard, pressing against you, and it was all you could think about.

his fingers slid into you without warning, and you bit down on his thumb to muffle your cry of pleasure. he swore under his breath, his eyes never leaving yours, watching as your pupils dilated and your breath hitched. “you're always soaked for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. you nodded, unable to form coherent words, your body responding to his every touch.

his hand withdrew, and before you could protest, he was pushing into you, his bare length filling you up in one swift motion. the sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made you see stars. you slapped him again, harder this time, and he groaned, his hips driving into you with an intensity that stole your breath away. “fuck me, taehyung,” you ordered, your voice strained.

he complied, his rhythm relentless, his grip on your hair tightening. the car rocked slightly with every thrust, the leather seats squeaking in protest. the waves crashed against the shore, a tempo that matched the beating of your hearts. dirty words fell from your lips, egging him on, and he responded in kind, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down your spine. “you love this cock,” he grunted, his eyes burning into yours. “tell me how much you love it.”

you nodded, your voice a breathy whisper. “love you and your cock so much,” you murmured, and that was all it took for him to lose control. his thumb was back in your mouth, choking you gently as he claimed you, his movements growing more erratic. you felt the pressure building, your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. you could feel him getting closer too, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts.

his hand slid from your hair to your throat, his grip tightening just enough to make you gasp around his thumb. you bucked your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving in perfect sync. “i'm gonna cum,” you warned, your eyes glazing over. his response was a grunt, his own orgasm close at hand.

the world around you faded away as you both reached the peak of your passion, your bodies shuddering in release. the only sounds were the waves and your muffled cries, the taste of salt and sweat on your tongues. taehyung's grip loosened, his thumb sliding from your mouth as he kissed you deeply, claiming every part of you in that moment.

the days that followed were a tapestry of rediscovered love and intimacy. each morning you woke wrapped in taehyung's arms, each night you fell asleep with him beside you. the closeness you shared was a soothing balm to the wounds inflicted by the trials of the past. life had taken on a renewed sense of purpose and joy, and the days seemed to pass in a blur of shared laughter, tender moments, and the occasional playful argument that only seemed to strengthen your bond.

one particularly afternoon, you found yourself curled up on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. the sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. your breathing was steady and peaceful, a testament to the calm that had settled into your life since the reconciliation with him.

in the midst of it all, he was jolted from his routine by a sudden, unexpected ding at the door. frowning in confusion, he glanced at you one last time before heading to the door. the sound of the delivery echoed in the quiet space, the door creaking open to reveal a plain, unmarked package on the doorstep.

he picked it up, his brow furrowing in curiosity. he had been diligently ignoring the threatening messages and demands for work, so the arrival of this package was both unexpected and troubling. the envelope, which bore no return address or identifying marks, felt oddly heavy in his hands. closing the door behind him, he carried the package to the kitchen table. he set it down, his fingers trembling slightly as he began to open it. his mind raced with anxious thoughts, wondering if the package was a final attempt at intimidation or something more sinister. as the wrapping fell away, his heart sank into his stomach.

inside the package lay a bloody, mutilated hand. the sight was both horrific and chilling, the blood still fresh and the fingers twisted in a grotesque display. it was clear that this was no ordinary threat—it was a brutal, unambiguous warning. the shock of the discovery left him momentarily frozen. his thoughts were a chaotic swirl of fear and anger. the gruesome token was a stark reminder of the danger he faced, and the brutal reality of the world he had become entangled in. he knew that ignoring the threat was no longer an option, but the thought of returning to his former life, the life that had caused you so much pain, filled him with a deep sense of conflict.

he thought of you—how you had left him because of his dangerous lifestyle, the pain and heartbreak you had endured because of his choices. he remembered the promises he had made to you, the commitment to change, and the joy he felt when you were together. the realization that you were now safe and content, the memories of your recent days together, fueled his resolve. determined not to let this threat control his life or endanger you, he decided to take action. he moved with deliberate urgency, pulling on a dark shirt and grabbing his silencer with practiced efficiency. the weight of the weapon in his hand was a sobering reminder of the violence he had tried to leave behind. but his decision was made—he would confront those who had threatened him and put an end to their intimidation.

before leaving, he took one last look at you, sleeping peacefully on the couch. the sight of your serene face, the way the blanket was draped over you, and the soft rise and fall of your chest made his heart ache with a profound sense of love and regret. he knew that he had to protect you and ensure that you remained safe, no matter the cost. he knelt beside you, his movements gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Leaning in, he placed a soft, tender kiss on your forehead. the kiss was a silent promise, an assurance that he would come back to you and fulfill the promise of the christmas date you had looked forward to.

“i love you,” he whispered quietly, his voice filled with emotion and resolve. “i’ll be back soon. we’ll have our christmas together, i promise.” with a final, lingering look, he stood up, his expression a mixture of determination and sadness. he took one last deep breath before slipping out of the door, his steps resolute and purposeful. the decision to confront his enemies was a grim one, but it was driven by a fierce need to protect the life and love he had built with you.

his drive to the designated spot was filled with an adrenaline-fueled focus that masked the anxiety gnawing at his insides. the light was dim, the sky a muted canvas of gray as he maneuvered his car through the empty streets. the location provided in the last threatening message was on the outskirts of town, a secluded warehouse area known for its desolate and shadowy corners. the tension in the car was palpable, his breaths coming in sharp, controlled bursts. he kept glancing at the digital clock on the dashboard, the minutes ticking away as he approached the rendezvous point. he mentally reviewed the plan: confront the masked men, eliminate the threat, and get back to you. the sight of the grim package and the thought of you had steeled his resolve, making the danger ahead feel almost secondary.

he arrived at the warehouse district, the large, decrepit buildings casting long shadows over the cracked pavement. taehyung parked the car a safe distance away, his heart pounding in anticipation. he grabbed his silencer and checked the clip of his gun, taking a deep breath as he prepared to face the confrontation.

moving stealthily, he approached the first of the abandoned buildings. the inside was a labyrinth of rusted metal and broken glass, the echoes of his footsteps magnifying the eerie silence. his senses were on high alert, and he soon spotted the first two masked men waiting in the dimly lit room. they were huddled together, their muffled voices revealing their intent to deal with him.

with calculated precision, he aimed and fired. the first shot was clean, hitting its mark with deadly accuracy. the second was a bit more chaotic, but still effective. as the second man fell, taehyung felt a sharp pain sear through his leg. he looked down to see blood pooling around his foot, the wound more severe than he had anticipated. his vision blurred slightly as he stumbled back toward the car, the pain intensifying with each step. he knew he was running out of time and options. his leg was weakening, each step more labored than the last. as he reached the car, he tried to catch his breath, but the pain and blood loss were taking their toll.

he collapsed into the driver’s seat, struggling to close the door. the pain was overwhelming, and he could feel his consciousness slipping. he was barely aware of the shadow that fell across the driver’s seat until it was too late.

a masked man had slipped into the car behind him, pressing the barrel of a gun to taehyung's temple. the man’s voice was cold and laced with contempt. “thought you could run away from us, huh? giving up on the job and all?” taehyung turned his head slightly, his vision hazy and his strength waning. the man’s proximity only made the situation more dire. he could feel the sweat and blood mixing on his skin, the intensity of his predicament pressing down on him like a vise.

“just do it,” taehyung murmured, his voice a strained whisper. “i’m done. i’ve lost.” his words were punctuated by labored breaths and a deep, resigned sigh. the masked man leaned closer, his breath hot and foul against his ear. “you’re weak. couldn’t even finish the job you started. i wonder what your girlfriend would say.”

taehyung managed a weak, defiant chuckle despite the pain. his gaze fell on the man’s mask, and an idea sparked in his fading consciousness. with what little strength he had left, he reached up and grabbed at the edges of the mask. he pulled with all his might, revealing the face hidden behind it.

yoongi's face was emotionless, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. “i always knew you’d be a liability,” he said coldly, his grip on the gun unwavering. “it’s a shame you had to be so fucking stubborn.” taehyung tried to muster a final, defiant gesture, but his body was failing him. with his last ounce of strength, he clung to yoongi's mask, trying to pull it back over his face. he wanted to ensure that the last thing he saw was the face of the man who had deceived him. but the effort was futile.

yoongi, unfazed, brought the gun up with a final, deliberate movement. the cold steel pressed against taehyung’s temple was the last sensation he felt before everything went black. the shot rang out with a sickening finality, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse. taehyung’s body went limp, the life draining from him as the blood continued to seep from his wound. yoongi looked down at the lifeless form with a mixture of cold satisfaction and finality, the weight of the gun heavy in his hand.

the late afternoon sun bathed your trailer in a warm, amber light, casting long shadows across the modest living room. you sat comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, your fingers absentmindedly twirling the two bracelets that you and taehyung had shared last christmas. their delicate metal glinted faintly in the sunlight, a tangible reminder of happier times. the anticipation of reuniting with him for another christmas filled you with a quiet, hopeful joy. the thought of making new memories with him, of celebrating the season together, seemed to promise a return to a simpler, more blissful time.

you were lost in those thoughts, your mind weaving dreams of a perfect holiday together, when the tranquility of your home was abruptly shattered by the sound of the doorbell ringing. the sharp, insistent chime cut through the warm, nostalgic haze, jolting you from your reverie.

your heart skipped a beat, a flicker of unease making its way through the calm. the sound of the doorbell was so unexpected, so out of place, that it sent a shiver down your spine. taehyung had been expected home by now, and the sudden ring of the bell felt dissonant against the backdrop of your daydreams.

you froze, sitting in the dim glow of the room, the blanket clutched tightly around you. a cold unease crept in as the minutes ticked by, the doorbell's chime echoing through the quiet space. each ring grew more insistent, more demanding, until it seemed to fill the room with an eerie resonance.

the thought of answering the door never crossed your mind. a sense of foreboding had taken hold, a gnawing worry that something was wrong, something that you couldn’t quite grasp. you remained seated, the blanket growing heavier with each passing moment, your mind racing through unsettling possibilities. the anticipation of taehyung’s return had shifted into something darker, something uncertain.

as the ringing persisted, you slowly stood up, moving toward the door with a deliberate slowness. every step felt heavy, burdened by an unseen weight. your hand hovered over the doorknob, but you hesitated, the unsettling feeling growing stronger with each breath. the doorbell continued to ring, a relentless echo that seemed to seep into the very walls of your home.

finally, you stopped just short of the door, your heart pounding in your chest. the sound of the bell became a persistent, haunting reminder of something unknown, something you feared to confront. you remained motionless, the door’s ominous presence casting a shadow over your once-cozy haven. the silence that followed the final ring was heavy, pregnant with unanswered questions.

the door remained closed, and the unsettling silence grew thick around you, a palpable tension that gripped the air. you stood there, caught in a moment of eerie stillness, the promise of a joyous reunion overshadowed by a growing dread.

and so, as you waited in the quiet, your mind raced with unanswered fears and foreboding, the doorbell's echo fading into an uneasy silence. the world outside remained just beyond your reach, and the answer to the mystery of the visitor remained tantalizingly, and ominously, out of sight.

✧.*

a/n: whoever guesses which mv this is based on gets a cookie

teach me (가르쳐줘) — kim taehyung (김태형)

✧.* 18+

in a world where wealth often dictated worth, knowledge was your key to navigating the labyrinth of societal expectations and ambitions. your university was a microcosm of this world—an elite institution where the corridors were lined with the whispers of inherited fortunes and the echoes of legacies. the ornate hallways, adorned with grand portraits of alumni who now ruled industries and nations, seemed to breathe with an air of superiority, as if money alone had the power to shape destinies.

yet, amidst the polished marble floors and crystal chandeliers, you knew that the true power lay in knowledge. money could buy access, but it couldn’t purchase wisdom or the relentless drive to understand the world in its myriad complexities. that belief was your anchor, keeping you grounded as you moved through the shadows of privilege and pretense.

the midterms were a pivotal moment, the culmination of weeks of preparation and anticipation. the classroom buzzed with a mix of anxiety and determination, students fidgeting in their seats as they awaited the start of the exam. the professor, a stern figure whose reputation for rigor was well known, stood at the front of the room, surveying the gathered students with a critical eye.

“ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice slicing through the murmur of conversations, “today’s midterm will account for sixty percent of your final grade. this is your opportunity to demonstrate not just your understanding of the material, but your ability to apply it under pressure. i expect nothing but your best effort.”

he paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “the rules are simple: no talking, no electronic devices, and no looking at your neighbor's paper. any violation will result in an immediate failure. you have two hours to complete the exam. good luck.” with that, he began to pass around the sheets of paper, the crisp sound of pages being distributed echoing through the room. you took a deep breath, feeling the familiar flutter of nerves in your stomach. it was your domain, your battlefield. the stacks of notes, late-night study sessions, and countless hours spent in the library had all led to this moment.

as you glanced to your right, you saw your friend. jimin gave you a knowing smile and a thumbs up, his confidence in you a silent reassurance. you returned the gesture, grateful for his unwavering support. he had always been a source of encouragement, his cheerful demeanor and kind heart a comforting presence amidst the cutthroat competition. you had spent most of your life being his friend, you had grown up together.

to your other side, however, sat kim taehyung. his posture exuded an effortless arrogance, a king holding court among his loyal subjects. he laughed with his friends, seemingly indifferent to the gravity of the situation. you recognized a few of them—jungkook, with his athletic build and easy charm, and hoseok, whose bright smile belied a sharp intellect. the rest were a blur of designer clothes and privileged backgrounds. you couldn’t help but scoff quietly, turning your attention back to the exam in front of you. taehyung’s nonchalance was infuriating, a stark contrast to the dedication you poured into your studies. but today, you would show that hard work and intellect trumped arrogance and entitlement.

the first question stared back at you from the paper, a complex equation that required not just rote memorization but a deep understanding of the underlying principles. you picked up your pen, the familiar weight a comforting anchor, and began to write. the numbers and symbols flowed from your mind to the page with practiced ease. you broke down the equation methodically, each step a testament to your meticulous preparation. the anxiety that had gripped you earlier faded, replaced by a focused calm. it was your element, where your true strength shone.

question after question, you navigated through the intricacies of calculus, the nuances of economic theory, and the subtleties of advanced physics. each problem was a puzzle, and you relished the challenge of piecing together the solutions. your pen moved swiftly, leaving behind a trail of precise calculations and thoughtful analysis.

as the minutes ticked by, you occasionally glanced around the room. jimin was hunched over his paper, his brow furrowed in concentration. taehyung, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling. his earlier bravado had evaporated, replaced by a look of frustration as he scribbled haphazardly, his confidence cracking under the pressure. you allowed yourself a brief moment of satisfaction before refocusing on your own work. it was your time to shine, and nothing would distract you from achieving your goal.

the final question was a long-form essay, asking you to analyze a complex scenario and propose a comprehensive solution. you paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts, before diving in. your fingers flew across the paper, articulating your ideas with clarity and precision. you drew upon everything you had learned, weaving together concepts and theories into a cohesive argument.

the room was silent except for the sound of pens scratching against paper and the occasional rustle of pages. time seemed to stretch and compress, a fluid continuum that you were both acutely aware of and blissfully oblivious to. you lost yourself in the flow of knowledge, each answer a piece of your intellectual tapestry.

when the professor finally called for the papers to be handed in, you leaned back in your chair, a sense of accomplishment washing over you. you had given it your all, leaving nothing to chance. as you gathered your belongings, you caught jimin’s eye once more. he smiled, and you knew he shared in your sense of triumph. taehyung, however, looked defeated. the swagger was gone, replaced by a quiet resignation. his friends patted him on the back, offering empty reassurances, but you could see the doubt in his eyes. for the first time, the golden boy of the university had encountered a challenge he couldn’t charm his way through.

the hallways were still bustling with the residual energy of the midterms as you made your way to your locker. students exchanged their thoughts on the exam, some expressing relief, others despair. the echo of footsteps and the dull hum of conversations filled the space, but your mind was serene, buoyed by the confidence of a job well done.

jimin was right beside you, his ever-present smile a beacon of positivity. “so, how do you think you did?” he asked, though his eyes twinkled with the certainty that you had aced it. you smiled back at him, the sense of accomplishment still fresh. “i think I did well. i felt pretty confident about most of the questions. how about you?”

he nodded, his smile widening. “it’s my realm of knowledge too, remember? i think i did pretty well.” before your conversation could continue, you both turned to see jieun walking towards you. her eyes were fixed on jimin, a mixture of affection and relief in her gaze. she was infatuated with him, a fact that was evident in every glance and touch. yet, beneath that infatuation was a simmering dislike for you. as jimin’s best friend, you were a constant presence in his life, and jieun was a firm believer that boys and girls couldn’t be just friends. but it was hard to hold her animosity against her. jieun’s jealousy was expressed in the cutest, most endearing ways, making it impossible to truly dislike her. she was adorable in her insecurities, her emotions laid bare for anyone to see.

“hey, how'd it go?” she asked jimin, her tone a mix of concern and expectation as she wrapped her arms around his. “it went well,” jimin replied, his voice softening as he looked at her. “i think i did pretty good.”

her face lit up, her eyes sparkling with pride. “i knew you would! you’re the best.” their dialogue was playful, filled with the kind of light-hearted banter that only couples share. she clung to his arm, her possessiveness almost comical in its intensity. you watched them, an amused smile playing on your lips.

“so, are we walking home together?” jimin asked, turning his attention back to you. his question was innocent enough, but it was enough to make jieun frown, her jealousy flaring up again. “you can't walk home alone with her,” she protested, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. it was adorable, her attempts to hide her jealousy only making it more obvious.

you chuckled softly, meeting her gaze with understanding. “i’d like it only if jieun comes along,” you said, your tone gentle and reassuring. her face lit up for a second, a flash of surprise and happiness crossing her features before she tried to mask it. “i’m only coming because of jimin,” she insisted, but there was no mistaking the warmth in her eyes.

the three of you made your way out of the building, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the campus. the air was crisp and cool, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees lining the path. jimin and jieun walked ahead, their playful banter continuing as she clung to his arm. they were a perfect picture of young love, their affection for each other palpable. you walked a few steps behind, content to observe their interactions. despite her jealousy, you knew her feelings came from a place of deep love for jimin. and jimin, for all his easygoing nature, was equally devoted to her, his every gesture filled with tenderness.

the late afternoon sun bathed the streets in a golden hue as you, the three of you had quickly approached your home. the warmth of the sun was a welcome contrast to the cold, tense atmosphere of the exam room. your house loomed ahead, a comforting presence amidst the day's whirlwind of activity.

as you reached the front steps, jieun turned to you, her expression a mix of curiosity and cautious intrigue. “you know,” she began, her voice tinged with a hint of challenge, “i’ve heard people asking about your background. have you ever thought about answering those questions?” jimin shot her a warning glance, his eyes narrowing slightly in a silent plea for her to tread lightly. you caught the look but knew there was no malice behind her question, only a genuine interest that bordered on prying.

you paused for a moment, reflecting on the many questions that had been thrown your way over the past months. the whispers about how someone like you had gained entry into such a prestigious school had been relentless. the curiosity had always seemed to stem from a place of disbelief, as if your presence there was an anomaly that needed to be explained. you remembered how jimin had advised you to avoid discussing your background, especially since the truth—that you had earned your place purely through your academic achievements rather than wealth—could spark envy and hostility among your peers.

“i’m not really sure,” you finally answered, your tone thoughtful. “if the truth ever comes out, i guess i’ll just have to deal with it.” she nodded, her gaze softening as she took in your words. despite her evident discomfort with your close friendship with jimin, she had always respected your privacy and had never shared anything about your background with others. her understanding of your situation, despite the unspoken tension, was something you silently appreciated.

jimin placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “don’t worry about it,” he said with a comforting smile. “just focus on doing your best, and everything will work out.” you smiled back at him, grateful for his support. “thanks, jimin. i’ll see you later.”

jieun pouted, a playful yet slightly exasperated look on her face. “no, you won't,” she said, though there was no real bitterness in her voice. before you could respond, she took jimin’s arm and tugged him gently away. the two of them walked off together, their steps in sync as they shared a quiet, intimate conversation. the sight of them walking away, their connection evident in every gesture, left you with a warm feeling of contentment.

as you stepped through the door of your modest home, the familiar scent of worn wood and lingering fabric softener greeted you. the house was small, a humble abode that spoke of years of wear and a life lived within its confines. the walls were a faded, pastel yellow, their color dulled by time and the constant scuffing of shoes and furniture. the linoleum floor, scuffed and stained, added a touch of imperfection to the otherwise simple decor.

your mother was sprawled on the floor, her head resting against the small, weathered bucket of soapy water. her hand was still immersed in the suds, clutching a piece of fabric that she had been scrubbing with tired diligence. the sight of her dozing off in the middle of her chores tugged at your heart. gently, you knelt beside her, brushing a strand of graying hair from her face. “mom,” you whispered, your voice tender yet firm. “wake up. you need to take a nap. i’ll finish this for you.”

she stirred slowly, blinking awake to find you kneeling beside her. a sleepy, grateful smile spread across her face as she sat up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and love. “oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. “thank you. you don’t have to.”

you helped her to her feet, guiding her gently towards the small, worn-out couch that occupied one corner of the room. it was a modest piece of furniture, its cushions flattened and its fabric faded from years of use. “just get some rest,” you urged, your tone soft but insistent. “i’ll take care of the rest.”

she nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude. before she settled down, she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, her touch warm and reassuring. “how did the exam go?” she asked, her voice laced with concern and curiosity. you couldn’t help but smile, a wave of relief washing over you as you recounted the details. “it went well. i’m confident i passed.”

her eyes lit up with pride and relief. “i’m so glad to hear that,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “you’ve brought honor to the family. with your grades, i’m sure you’ll make something of yourself and find a great job.” you felt a lump form in your throat at her words. her unwavering faith in you was both comforting and humbling. “i promise, mom,” you said, your voice steady but filled with emotion. “the first thing i’ll do is pay off the hospital bills.”

her face softened, and she reached out to clasp your hand. the debt from the hospital had been a heavy burden on your family, a constant reminder of your father’s passing and the financial strain it had left behind. the bills, mounting and relentless, were a stark reminder of the medical costs that had drained your family's savings and plunged them into debt. your father’s illness had been a long and painful journey. he had spent months in the hospital, his condition deteriorating despite the best efforts of the doctors. each visit to the hospital brought a new set of bills—emergency room fees, surgical costs, daily hospital charges—that piled up with an unrelenting ferocity. his death had left your mother grappling not only with grief but also with the crushing weight of financial instability.

the hospital bills were a reminder of the dreams that had slipped through your fingers, replaced by the harsh reality of debt and loss. your mother had done her best to keep the household running, working tirelessly to make ends meet while trying to keep the financial strain hidden from you. now, as you promised to alleviate that burden, you could see the relief in her eyes. “i know you will,” she said softly. “you’ve always been so determined and strong.”

you embraced her, holding her close as you both shared a quiet moment of understanding. The weight of responsibility, the pressures of academic success, and the promise of a better future all seemed to coalesce in that one tender hug.

with a final squeeze, you pulled away and headed towards the door, your part-time job waiting for you. it was a job that helped pay the bills and put food on the table, a small but significant contribution to the family’s well-being. as you stepped out into the crisp evening air, you took a deep breath, the coolness invigorating you. the streets were quieting down, the hustle of the day giving way to the tranquility of the night. you walked briskly towards your scooter, the one reliable means of transport for your job. the scooter had seen better days, its paint chipped and its engine wheezing with each start, but it was yours, and it served its purpose faithfully.

you mounted the scooter and revved the engine, feeling the familiar hum beneath you. the streets opened up as you navigated through the city, each delivery a step towards your goal. as you worked, the weight of your promise and the hope for a brighter future kept you motivated. each delivery was a reminder of the resilience and determination that defined you, and with every mile, you felt a step closer to fulfilling your dreams and easing your mother’s burdens.

the evening air grew cooler as you continued your shift, the rhythmic clatter of plates and the soft hum of conversation filling the air. the restaurant, a modest establishment with its own unique charm, was busy enough to keep you on your toes. you moved from table to table, wiping down surfaces and ensuring that each customer was satisfied with their meal. the work, though exhausting, was a necessary part of keeping your family afloat, and you approached it with the same dedication you applied to your studies.

as you polished the last table, your boss called you over, his voice cutting through the din of the restaurant. “i need you to make a delivery,” he said, handing you a paper with an address and an order. “it’s an auto workshop. they’ve got a few burgers and fries waiting. here’s the address.” you took the slip of paper, noting the address and the order. the workshop’s location was a bit out of the way, but you nodded and took the bag of food. it was a familiar routine, but today had a different edge to it, a faint sense of anticipation and unease.

mounting your scooter, you adjusted your helmet and revved the engine. the city lights flashed by as you sped through the streets, weaving between cars and pedestrians with practiced ease. the workshop wasn’t far, but the journey seemed to stretch longer with every passing minute. your mind wandered back to the upcoming challenges and the promise you’d made to your mother, fueling your determination.

arriving at the auto workshop, you parked the scooter and approached the entrance. the workshop was a large, industrial space filled with the clinking of tools and the scent of motor oil. the floor was stained with grease and the walls adorned with faded posters of car parts and maintenance tips. you called out the name on the order, your voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. “delivery for min yoongi.”

it wasn’t until you heard a familiar voice reply that your heart skipped a beat. min yoongi. the name was unmistakable, and the man who emerged from the back of the workshop was someone you had seen around school. his presence was accompanied by a sense of authority, and his clique, always in tow, exuded an air of indifference that you had noticed from afar.

as he stepped into view, his gaze locked onto you, and a smirk slowly spread across his face. the sight of him, in the midst of his domain, only heightened the sense of unease that had settled in your stomach. you stood frozen for a moment, the weight of the situation sinking in.

“what’s a private university student like you doing delivering burgers?” yoongi’s voice was laced with a mix of curiosity and condescension. his smirk widened, making you feel even more out of place. you ignored his question and held out the bag of food, your tone steady as you stated, “here’s your order. the total is thirty dollars.”

his smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. he took out the money, his fingers brushing against the edge of the bag as he handed it over. “let’s hope you’re not part of the school’s social care,” he remarked, his tone dripping with mockery. “that’d be bad for both of us.” his comment stung, a thinly veiled threat masked as casual conversation. you could sense the underlying tension in his words, a warning that there was more to his presence here than just a casual delivery.

without responding, you took the money and turned to leave, the unease in your chest growing with each step. you mounted your scooter once more, the engine rumbling to life as you prepared to head back to the restaurant. yoongi’s parting words lingered in your mind, a reminder that the social dynamics at school were more complicated than you had anticipated.

the hours at work seemed to stretch on interminably, each minute marked by the steady rhythm of your duties. you cleaned tables, took orders, and delivered food with the practiced efficiency that came from months of experience. the work was grueling but necessary, a means to an end that kept your family afloat. as your shift finally drew to a close, you felt a wave of relief wash over you.

returning home, the small house welcomed you with its usual sense of comfort and familiarity. the night had settled into a quiet calm, and you found your mother fast asleep on the couch, the soft light of the lamp casting a gentle glow over her face. the sight of her peaceful rest made you smile. you carefully covered her with a light blanket, ensuring she was warm and comfortable before retreating to your own room. pushing yoongi’s unsettling words to the back of your mind, you sank into your bed and pulled the covers over you. aleep came quickly, a welcome escape from the day’s stresses.

morning arrived with the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains. you stirred, stretching and yawning as you greeted the new day. a quick kiss on your mother’s forehead served as both a farewell and a gesture of gratitude. “have a good day, mom,” you whispered before heading out the door.

the walk to school was uneventful, the rhythmic crunch of your footsteps on the sidewalk providing a steady cadence. however, as you approached the school, a strange atmosphere greeted you. the usual buzz of students was replaced by an uneasy silence, punctuated by hushed whispers and furtive glances. your heart raced, an uneasy thought crossing your mind—could yoongi have said something? the idea lingered for a moment, only to be overshadowed by the sight of jieun running towards you, her face alight with excitement.

“hey! did you see the bulletin board?” she called out, her voice brimming with energy. you followed her, your curiosity piqued. pushing through the crowd of students that had gathered around the bulletin board, you felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety bubble within you. jieun guided you to the front, and as you finally reached the board, you were met with a sea of names and scores.

your eyes scanned the list quickly, and then, as if by instinct, they were drawn to your own name. there it was—first place. you gasped, the reality of your achievement sinking in. before you could fully process the news, jimin appeared beside you, his hand coming down with a hearty slap on your back. “congrats! i knew you’d do it!” you laughed, the joy of your accomplishment mingling with the relief of seeing your hard work recognized. jieun was quick to join in the celebration, her cheerfulness contagious as she congratulated jimin, who had secured second place.

turning your attention back to the board, your eyes couldn’t help but find the name of the one who had caught your attention earlier—taehyung. his name was prominently displayed at the bottom of the list. the shock of seeing him in last place among one hundred students was palpable. the whispers around you seemed to intensify as people took in the surprising result.

as you glanced over towards him, you saw him surrounded by his friends, their laughter ringing out with a mix of disbelief and amusement. jieun’s own laughter seemed to merge with theirs, her reaction a stark contrast to your own. the scene unfolded like a tableau of contrasting emotions, with the weight of the academic competition creating an unexpected drama.

behind taehyung, your gaze met yoongi’s, his smirk unmistakable. he stood a little apart from the group, his expression a mix of satisfaction and amusement. the sight of him sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of the tension that had lingered from your encounter at the workshop. you quickly looked away, unwilling to let him occupy any more of your thoughts.

the morning continued with an air of restless energy, each classroom you passed seeming to hum with the aftermath of the midterm results. you navigated the hallways with a sense of purpose, your focus fixed on reaching your next class. the excitement of your accomplishment had yet to fully settle, overshadowed by the buzz of gossip and the unsettling encounter with yoongi.

as you rounded a corner, preparing to merge into the flow of students heading towards your classroom, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than min yoongi. he stood directly in your path, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, as if he had been waiting just for this moment.

his smirk was immediately apparent, a self-satisfied curve of his lips that seemed to carry both amusement and challenge. “congratulations, delivery girl,” he said, his voice dripping with a casual mockery that sent a chill down your spine. you tensed, the unwelcome familiarity of his presence causing your heart to race. the public setting, combined with his smirk and condescending tone, made the interaction feel all the more uncomfortable. you had hoped to avoid any further confrontations, especially in the midst of the day’s academic frenzy.

without a word, you attempted to sidestep him, hoping to continue on your way without escalating the situation. however, his presence seemed to block your path as if he was determined to make this encounter linger. “thought you’d enjoy a little recognition,” he continued, his tone suggesting that he found some perverse pleasure in this interaction. “didn’t expect the top scorer to be working part-time as a delivery girl. quite the contrast, don’t you think?”

his words were a pointed reminder of the social divide that separated you from the elite circles he moved in. the insinuation that your hard-earned success was somehow diminished by your job was clear, and it stung. you took a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. “thank you, yoongi,” you managed to reply, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. “i’ve got to get to class now.”

turning on your heel, you walked away with a purposeful stride, your heart pounding as you moved past him. the hallways seemed to stretch endlessly, the echoes of students' voices blending into a cacophony of sounds that barely registered as you focused on putting distance between yourself and him. each step felt heavy, laden with the weight of his words and the sting of his mocking tone. the confrontation had left you unsettled, but you refused to let it deter you. your goal remained clear—excel in your studies, support your family, and rise above the social constraints that sought to define you.

the day had passed in a blur of lectures and fleeting moments of camaraderie with classmates. as the final bell rang, signaling the end of your classes, you made your way to your second job at the coffee shop, a cozy nook tucked away in a bustling part of town. the transition from academic focus to the steady rhythm of coffee brewing was familiar, a comforting routine that helped ground you.

the shop was a warm haven, filled with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans and the soft murmur of conversation. as you slipped behind the counter, you spotted jieun and jimin already seated at their usual corner table. they looked up with welcoming smiles as you approached, ready to take their orders.

you went through the motions of preparing their drinks—jieun’s caramel macchiato and jimin’s classic espresso—with practiced ease. as you worked, the lingering sting of yoongi’s earlier comments occupied your thoughts. his condescending tone had echoed in your mind, a reminder of the social divide that you had been trying so hard to ignore.

jieun’s voice cut through your reverie as she scoffed, her expression darkening. “that yoongi is such an asshole. what does he know about you, anyway?” you tried to brush off her concern, but her words struck a chord. you finished up their drinks and handed them over, forcing a smile. “it’s nothing. he doesn’t have anything concrete against me. i can handle it.”

jimin nodded in agreement. “yeah, just don’t let him get to you. he’s just trying to get a rise out of you. besides, he doesn’t know the full story.” you nodded appreciatively, feeling a bit of reassurance from their support. with a brief exchange of pleasantries, you returned to your tasks, the steady hum of the coffee shop filling the background as you immersed yourself in the rhythm of the job.

meanwhile, in a world far removed from the warmth of the coffee shop, taehyung was enveloped in a cold, imposing atmosphere. his family’s manor was a testament to opulence, its grandiose architecture and expansive rooms a stark contrast to the modesty of your own home. the study where taehyung found himself was no exception—a vast room adorned with dark wood paneling, ornate furnishings, and a large mahogany desk that dominated the space.

his father, seated behind the desk, wore an expression of barely concealed frustration. his mother, standing beside him, placed a comforting hand on taehyung’s shoulder, her eyes filled with concern. his older brother stood across from him, arms folded, a look of disapproval etched on his face. the tension in the room was palpable as taehyung’s father began to scold him. “you’ve disgraced the family name with this abysmal grade. how could you allow yourself to fall to last place?”

his face reddened with embarrassment. “i’m sorry, father. i was distracted—there were personal issues,” his older brother cut in sharply, “distracted? you’ve been distracted for the past twenty years of your life. this isn’t just about one exam.”

his mother interjected, her voice soothing but firm. “that’s enough. we need to find a solution.” taehyung’s father nodded, the decision clearly made. “very well. it’s time to bring in a professional. we’ll hire a tutor.”

the mention of a tutor seemed to deflate taehyung even further, but he knew better than to argue. “who was first place?” his father asked, turning to his wife. he struggled to recall the name. after a moment of tense silence, he managed to remember. “some girl, (y/n) (l/n).”

his father’s eyes narrowed in a mix of disbelief and irritation. “a nobody managed to outdo the entire school, and you let that happen?” he chuckled derisively, shaking his head. “very well. a tutor it is. we’ll see if this (y/n) is really as impressive as the results suggest.” the conversation was clearly over, and taehyung felt a wave of frustration.

he needed to speak with his brother, if only to express his own feelings. he rushed after him as he stepped out, hoping for a moment of understanding or support. however, his brother’s response was anything but comforting. “don’t touch me,” he snapped, “i’m busy running a company, and you’re acting like a child. it’s pathetic.” with those harsh words, his brother turned and left, leaving taehyung standing alone in the corridor, his heart heavy with the weight of his family’s expectations and his own sense of inadequacy. the sense of isolation was nearly overwhelming, and as he turned back towards the study, the realization that his problems were far from over settled heavily upon him.

the day had been long and tiresome, but the knowledge that you were about to share some good news with your mother made every ache in your muscles feel worth it. as you finally clocked out from your shift, the streetlights flickering to life around you, a sense of anticipation accompanied you on your walk home. the cool evening air felt refreshing against your skin, and you allowed yourself a moment to smile, thinking of the joy you were about to bring.

arriving home, you noticed the house was quiet, the kind of stillness that suggested your mother was resting. you eased the front door open and slipped inside, your heart racing with excitement. you called out softly to your mother, but she didn’t respond. walking into the small, dimly lit living room, you found her sprawled on a worn-out rug, her body relaxed in a rare moment of rest. beside her lay the small bucket she used for washing clothes—a testament to the long days she spent keeping up with the household chores.

gently, you shook her shoulder. “mom, wake up. i have something to tell you.” she stirred and blinked up at you, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. “did you finish work?” you nodded, trying to suppress your excitement. “yes, and i have great news. i passed the exam with flying colors.”

her eyes widened slightly, and she sat up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “i already knew. one of the other parents called earlier today.” confusion clouded your features. “one of the other parents? who?”

she took a deep breath before answering, her tone tinged with a mix of pride and concern. “it was kim taehyung’s family. they’re requesting you as an immediate tutor for their son.” the news hit you like a sudden chill. taehyung’s name echoed in your mind, mingling with the unsettling memory of yoongi’s smirk. you felt a knot form in your stomach, a mix of anxiety and disbelief. “not a chance. i don’t think i’m the right fit for that.”

her eyes softened with understanding but held a firm resolve. “i know it might seem daunting, but think about it. the pay is excellent, and it’s an opportunity to showcase your skills. it could be a big step forward for you.”

you hesitated, the weight of your mother’s words clashing with your own apprehensions. as you stood there, the grim reality of your family’s financial situation loomed large. the hospital bills, the constant struggle to keep up with expenses—it all came flooding back. the thought of turning down a lucrative opportunity, despite your reservations, was untenable. swallowing hard, you sighed and finally gave in. “alright, i’ll do it. i understand why it’s important.”

a smile of relief and pride brightened her face. “good. i already promised them you’d take the job. they’re expecting you to start as soon as tomorrow.”

you looked at her, a mixture of astonishment and determination crossing your face. “you promised?” she nodded, her gaze steady and reassuring. “i did. i knew you’d make the right decision. this is your chance to show everyone what you’re capable of.”

you nodded, a faint smile tugging at your lips despite the unease settling in your chest. “alright, i’ll do my best.” your mother reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. “i know you will. i’m so proud of you, no matter what.”

you gave her a quick hug, the comfort of her embrace a small solace against the wave of new responsibilities that loomed ahead. as you prepared for bed, your mind raced with thoughts of the upcoming tutoring job and the challenges it might bring. the prospect of working closely with someone like taehyung, coupled with the potential scrutiny from his circle, was daunting. yet, as you settled into your bed, the promise of better days and the chance to make a meaningful difference kept you hopeful. the night was quiet, the stillness only interrupted by the occasional creak of the old house settling into its nighttime routine. as you drifted off to sleep, the anticipation of what lay ahead mingled with the remnants of exhaustion from a long day, leaving you with a bittersweet sense of resolve.

the path to the manor was both exhilarating and daunting. the ornate iron gates, flanked by towering stone columns, seemed to mark the boundary between your humble life and the opulence that lay beyond. the directions you had received were simple enough, yet they did nothing to prepare you for the grandeur of the estate that greeted you.

as you approached the manor, your eyes widened in awe. the estate was a sprawling, neo-classical structure with ivy-clad walls, arched windows, and an intricate array of columns and sculptures that spoke of a bygone era of grandeur. the meticulously manicured lawns stretched out like a lush green carpet, bordered by pristine flower beds and elegant fountains. your heart fluttered with a mix of nervousness and wonder.

you walked up the grand stone steps and knocked on the imposing wooden door, its surface adorned with elaborate carvings. a moment later, the door creaked open, and a woman with an air of effortless grace greeted you. her attire was refined yet warm, and her smile was genuine as she introduced herself as the chairman’s wife.

“welcome! i’m mrs. kim. you must be the student who scored first place,” she said, her eyes twinkling with curiosity and admiration. you offered a polite smile and introduced yourself, “yes, i’m (y/n). it’s nice to meet you.” her face lit up with a beaming smile. “we’re delighted to have you here. please, come in.”

as you stepped inside, you were immediately struck by the sheer scale and elegance of the interior. the foyer was vast, its high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers that bathed the room in a warm, golden glow. the walls were lined with tasteful artwork and intricate tapestries, and the floors gleamed with polished marble. she led you up a grand staircase, its polished wooden railing glistening under the light of the chandeliers. the journey up felt like a passage into a different world, a world you had only seen in magazines and dreams. you followed her through a long corridor, each step echoing softly against the walls.

when she reached taehyung’s room, she paused at the door and knocked lightly before opening it. the sight that met your eyes caused your cheeks to flush with surprise. taehyung, shirtless, was lounging on a luxurious couch, his toned physique partially obscured by a half-open shirt draped over the back of the couch. her eyes widened, and she gasped in surprise. “oh, taehyung! i didn’t realize, sorry.”

taehyung, seemingly unbothered, pulled the shirt over his head with a nonchalant grace, his gaze shifting to you with a hint of curiosity. you quickly averted your eyes, feeling your cheeks grow warmer. “i’ll leave you two to it,” she said, her tone a mix of embarrassment and encouragement. “good luck.”

as the door closed behind her, you took a deep breath and turned back to taehyung. he had finally put on a shirt, and you allowed yourself to relax slightly.

“you know, it must be your first time seeing a guy shirtless,” he said with a scoff, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. you rolled your eyes and dismissed his comment with a wave of your hand. “just take out your textbooks. we have work to do.”

he complied, sitting at a large, ornate desk cluttered with papers and textbooks. you took out a piece of paper and set it in front of him. “let’s start by figuring out what you’re struggling with. what seems to be the problem?” he hesitated, his gaze wandering. after a moment, he sighed and said, “everything.” you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at his blunt honesty. “alright, we’ll start with algebra then.”

you began to explain the basics, your voice steady and patient. as you spoke, you noticed his eyes lingering on you, his attention wavering between the lesson and you. it was clear he was struggling to focus, and you found it both amusing and a bit unsettling. he was clearly distracted, and you wondered if it was your presence or something else that was keeping him from fully engaging with the material.

when you asked if he understood, he snapped back to reality, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. “what are you doing in such a prestigious school if you have nothing to offer?” his question caught you off guard. you hesitated, your mind racing through the multitude of reasons you had never openly shared. finally, you decided to be honest. “i got in because of my grades. i work part-time to help my mom. we’re in debt because of my father’s passing, and i wanted to make a better life for us.”

the room fell silent for a moment, and taehyung looked genuinely taken aback. his usual aloof demeanor seemed to soften. “i’m sorry to hear that. i didn’t realize.” you were surprised by his reaction. “thank you. i appreciate it.”

he nodded, his gaze shifting back to you with a newfound respect. “i promise I won’t tell anyone. let’s focus on your teaching. i need all the help i can get.” you smiled, relieved and grateful for his understanding. you continued with the lesson, writing down an equation and handing him a pencil. the brief touch of skin as he took the pencil from you made his heart flutter slightly. you encouraged him to solve the problem, watching as he hesitated but eventually made an attempt.

when he finished, you reviewed his work and told him he had solved it correctly. “you’re smarter than you think. you just need to put your mind to it.” a genuine smile spread across taehyung’s face, and for the first time, he seemed genuinely encouraged. “thank you. i haven’t heard that in a while.”

the days of tutoring taehyung continued, each session bringing its own set of challenges and small victories. you had settled into a routine that balanced your part-time job and your responsibilities as a tutor. taehyung, once aloof and distracted, had shown significant improvement. he was attentive during your lessons, engaging with the material, and his grades were steadily rising. the initial awkwardness between you had faded, replaced by a more comfortable, albeit professional, rapport.

on a crisp afternoon, you were working your shift at the coffee shop, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air. you moved from table to table, serving drinks and chatting with regular customers, the rhythmic hum of the café providing a comforting backdrop to your busy day.

as you bustled around, your attention was drawn to a familiar face that had just entered. it was taehyung, looking relaxed in casual attire—jeans and a well-fitted shirt. he scanned the café, his eyes landing on you with a grin that made your heart skip a beat. he approached the counter, and you greeted him with a smile. “hi, taehyung. what can i get for you today?”

he glanced at the menu and made his choice with a casual, “i’ll have a cappuccino, please. and, uh, could i get some help with a problem?” you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “what kind of problem?”

with a playful smirk, he pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen, then showed it to you. “it’s a number i can’t figure out. your number, actually.” you laughed, the sound light and amused. “what could you possibly need it for?”

he shrugged nonchalantly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “you never know. might need it for homework.” you shook your head, still smiling as you took down his phone number. you hesitated for a moment before typing your own number into his phone, making sure to set clear boundaries. “only text me for emergencies. got it?”

he nodded, his smile widening. “got it. i’ll make sure to use it wisely.” as you prepared his drink, you couldn’t help but glance over at him. he watched you with an easygoing smile, seeming to enjoy the brief interaction. there was something undeniably pleasant about the way he looked at you, and it made you wonder about the nature of his interest.

you were busy wiping down the counter when the bell above the café door chimed, announcing a new arrival. you looked up and your heart sank as you saw yoongi walking in. his expression shifted from surprise to a knowing smirk upon seeing you. the brief moment of recognition made you tense, but you masked your unease with professional composure.

yoongi approached the counter, and you could feel yaehyung’s gaze following the interaction. “well, if it isn’t the delivery girl turned bartender,” he remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “is there anything you can’t do?”

you took a deep breath, trying to ignore the provocation. “what can i get for you?” you asked, keeping your voice steady. he ordered a coffee with a hint of casual curiosity in his tone. “and maybe an explanation while you’re at it.”

your brow furrowed in confusion. “i’m not sure what you’re referring to.” yoongi’s expression darkened slightly. “don’t play dumb. i’d suggest you explain yourself soon, or you might find the whole school talking about why you’re working part-time.”

before you could respond, taehyung stood up from his table, his eyes locked on yoongi with an intense glare. he walked over with a purposeful stride, clearly agitated. “take your coffee and leave,” he commanded, his voice sharp. yoongi didn’t flinch. instead, he gave a mocking smile. “oh, don’t be so brazen. you almost scared me.”

taehyung moved closer, his irritation palpable. “i said, leave.” yoongi’s gaze shifted between the two of you, amusement evident in his smirk. “i wonder which would be more shocking—the prestigious student working part-time, or the younger kim son dating said student?”

your heart raced at the insinuation, and you quickly interjected, “we’re not dating.” yoongi’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “really? so i can have your number, then?”

you hesitated, feeling the weight of your situation. taehyung looked as if he wanted to protest, but when he met your eyes and saw the determination there, he fell silent. with a resigned sigh, you gave yoongi your number, knowing the importance of keeping things under control. his smirk widened as he took your phone, typing in the number. he handed it back to you along with the money for his coffee. “keep the change,” he said with a hint of mockery. “you probably need it more than i do.”

with that, he turned on his heel and walked out, his exit leaving a palpable tension in the air. taehyung’s eyes narrowed in frustration as he watched yoongi leave. once the door closed behind him, he turned to you, his voice laced with anger. “why did you give him your number?”

you met his gaze, feeling a pang of sadness mixed with resolve. “i can’t afford to be a laughingstock. you wouldn’t understand. you’re from a different world where these things don’t matter.” taehyung looked taken aback by your words, his face reflecting a mixture of surprise and hurt. he stood silently as you turned back to your work, the weight of the conversation hanging heavily between you.

the following morning, you walked to school with a sense of weariness settling over you. the events of the previous day replayed in your mindyoongi’s taunting remarks and taehyung’s confusion. you were lost in thought when a sleek black car came to a halt beside you, the window slowly descending.

taehyung’s familiar face appeared, framed by the open window, his smile bright and inviting. “good morning,” he greeted, his tone cheerful. “need a ride?” you blinked in surprise, taken aback by the unexpected offer. “what are you doing?” you asked, casting a wary glance at the car.

“get in,” he said, motioning towards the vehicle. “i’ll give you a lift to school.” a twinge of anxiety made you hesitate. “no, thank you. your family could see us.”

taehyung’s eyes twinkled with a mixture of mischief and reassurance. “that’s why you should get in quickly.” defeated by his insistence, you reluctantly slid into the back seat, the leather upholstery cool against your skin. his gaze was fixed on you as he settled beside you. he leaned in slightly, his voice soft and curious. “did you sleep well?”

you brushed off his concern with a shrug. “why are you doing this? you don’t have to.” he feigned innocence, his expression playful. “doing what?”

“giving me a ride,” you clarified, a note of exasperation in your voice. “why?” before he could respond, you told the driver to stop as you neared the school. however, taehyung quickly intervened. “no, go straight to campus,” he instructed firmly.

you stared at him, a mix of frustration and disbelief on your face. “are you out of your mind? i don’t want to draw attention.” with a dramatic gasp, he pointed behind you. “look!”

confused and curious, you turned your head to see what had caught his attention. as you glanced back, taehyung took the opportunity to lean in closer, his head resting lightly on your shoulder. the warmth of his breath on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. when you looked back at him, your eyes widened in shock. his satisfied smile was the only hint of his triumph. the closeness between you was unexpected, and his casual display of affection left you momentarily stunned. the car ride, once a mundane task, now seemed fraught with unspoken emotions and shifting dynamics.

the driver navigated the streets smoothly, and as the campus loomed into view, you felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation. you had hoped for a quiet, uneventful start to your day, but taehyung’s presence had turned that expectation on its head. when the car finally pulled up to the entrance of the school, he sat up, his demeanor effortlessly casual. “here we are,” he said, his voice warm.

as you and taehyung stepped out of the car, a hush fell over the school grounds. the sight of him, the younger kim son, walking beside you—someone who had been, until now, a mere acquaintance—was enough to set the student body abuzz. whispers and incredulous glances followed you both, and you could feel the weight of their stares pressing down on you. “is that kim taehyung?” a student murmured, eyes wide with disbelief. “what’s he doing with her?” another voice asked, tinged with curiosity. “looks like they’re pretty close,” a third student speculated.

taehyung walked with an air of casual confidence, his posture relaxed despite the scrutiny. you glanced around, noticing yoongi standing amidst the crowd. his eyes were locked on you, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. jungkook, standing beside him, seemed equally intrigued.

“what’s taehyung doing? who is she?” jungkook asked, his gaze shifting between taehyung and you. yoongi's eyes narrowed slightly as he replied, “that’s what i’m trying to figure out.”

you quickly averted your gaze, focusing on reaching your locker. taehyung followed close behind, his presence both reassuring and unsettling. as you approached your locker, jieun and jimin came running up to you, their expressions a mix of excitement and concern. “what are you doing with him?” jieun asked, her eyes shooting a skeptical look at taehyung.

“i’m his tutor,” you explained, trying to sound casual despite the intensity of the situation. jimin’s laughter erupted unexpectedly, drawing taehyung’s attention. “seriously? that’s hilarious. you’re his tutor?” his amusement was evident, but taehyung’s glare cut through the mirth.

“what’s so funny?” he demanded, his tone sharp. jieun stepped in, a defensive glint in her eyes. “watch how you talk to him. that's my boyfriend.”

taehyung raised his hands in mock surrender, a wry smile on his face. “i’m shaking in my boots.” jimin chuckled, shaking his head. “i’ll catch up with you later. i have class.” he glanced at jieun, who followed him with a playful sigh, “and don’t think you’re getting out of class either.”

you laughed softly as they walked away, the tension easing slightly. turning to taehyung, you started walking toward your class. he fell into step beside you, curiosity evident in his eyes. “you and jimin seem pretty close,” he said, breaking the silence. “what’s your relationship?”

“he’s my best friend,” you replied, smiling at the memory of your long friendship. “we’ve known each other since childhood.” taehyung’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “so many years, and you’ve never dated?”

you scoffed lightly. “of course not. boys and girls can be friends without dating.” taehyung’s expression shifted, a mixture of skepticism and intrigue crossing his face. “i don’t believe that’s true.”

you looked at him, puzzled. “why not?” he gave you a small, enigmatic smile. “no man of yours could be just a friend and nothing more. there’s always something else.”

his words hung in the air as he veered off towards his own class, leaving you standing there, stunned. the notion that a simple friendship could be questioned so easily made you reflect on your own relationships and the assumptions others might make. as he disappeared down the hallway, you shook your head and turned towards your own classroom, the thoughts of his comments mingling with the buzz of the day’s events. the unexpected dynamics and the shifting perceptions only added to the whirlwind of your life at school.

as the final bell of your psychology class rang, you gathered your belongings with the usual routine: slipping textbooks into your bag, organizing notes, and shutting down your laptop. the classroom was starting to empty, the chatter of students preparing for their next classes filling the air. you were just about to sling your bag over your shoulder when a figure loomed in your peripheral vision.

you looked up, startled to find yoongi leaning casually against your table, his smirk unmistakable. “what do you want?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. yoongi shrugged nonchalantly. “an explanation would do it.”

“of what?” you replied, confused. his presence and vague statements were unnerving. before he could answer, jieun walked in, her eyes immediately darting between you and yoongi. “what’s going on here?”

yoongi’s smirk widened. “perfect timing,” he said, his tone dripping with malice. Without another word, he grabbed your bag, yanked it off the table, and dumped its contents onto the floor. books, notebooks, and pens scattered across the tiles. you were stunned, your mind struggling to process what was happening.

jieun’s eyes widened in shock. “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, her voice laced with anger.

ignoring her, yoongi reached for her bag and, before she could react, emptied it onto the floor next to your scattered items. her possessions—a sleek wallet, a tube of lipstick, and an assortment of decorative items—joined the mess. the contrast between your straightforward, practical items and jieun’s high-end accessories was glaringly obvious. the classroom’s atmosphere grew tense as students started peeking through the open door, their murmurs rising in volume. yoongi turned to them with a mocking smile, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “did you all see that?” he asked, his voice carrying.

you felt a wave of humiliation wash over you, your face burning with embarrassment. jieun quickly knelt beside you, helping you gather your things with a mix of frustration and urgency. “i can’t believe this,” she muttered as she worked. yoongi’s gaze shifted back to you, his smirk unwavering. “so, who exactly are you, (y/n) (l/n)?” he asked, his tone both curious and taunting.

as the students watched the scene unfold, one hurriedly made her way to the nearest classroom, breathless and urgent. “yoongi’s causing a scene with (y/n) and jieun!” she shouted, pushing open the door and interrupting the lecture. taehyung’s head snapped up at the news. without a moment’s hesitation, he stood, his expression a mix of concern and determination. the classroom fell silent as he strode out, his steps quick and purposeful. he navigated the crowded hallways with urgency, his heart pounding in sync with his hurried pace.

as he arrived at the scene, the chaos greeted him like a tempest. the classroom was filled with murmurs and gasps, the students huddling near the door to catch a glimpse of the unfolding drama. taehyung’s gaze swept over the scattered contents on the floor, jieun standing beside you with a look of frustrated disbelief, and yoongi smirking triumphantly.

without wasting a second, taehyung’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. “everyone out,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. the students shuffled out of the room, their faces a mix of curiosity and apprehension. the door closed with a soft thud, leaving just the three of you and yoongi in the room.

yoongi turned to face taehyung, his smirk still intact despite the hostile atmosphere. “always meddling in things that don’t concern you,” he said dismissively. taehyung’s eyes flashed with anger. “shut up,” he retorted, his voice low and dangerous. he turned to you, his expression softening as he handed you your bag with a reassuring smile. “are you okay?”

you nodded, though your heart was racing. “yes, thank you.” taehyung turned back to yoongi, his demeanor shifting to one of steely resolve. “if you have an issue with (y/n), then you talk to me about it,” he stated firmly.

yoongi’s gaze darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dripping with venom. “know your place. your own brother doesn’t love you—what makes you so sure she will?”

the taunt was the final straw. taehyung’s face flushed with anger, and before anyone could react, he swung his fist, landing a solid punch to yoongi’s jaw. the impact echoed in the room, sending yoongi staggering backward. he caught his balance, his eyes narrowing in fury. he retaliated swiftly, his own punch connecting with taehyung’s cheek. the force of the blow made him stumble slightly, but he quickly steadied himself. the two of them were now fully engaged in a brutal exchange of punches and kicks, their movements fast and chaotic.

you watched in shock, your body frozen in place as the fight unfolded before your eyes. taehyung’s normally composed demeanor was replaced with raw aggression, each punch fueled by a mixture of anger and frustration. yoongi’s smirk had long vanished, replaced by a scowl of determination. the sound of fists connecting with flesh, grunts of pain, and heavy breathing filled the room.

taehyung’s punches were powerful, driven by his anger at yoongi’s provocation. he landed several blows, each one more forceful than the last. yoongi, though initially caught off guard, fought back with equal intensity. his movements were quick and calculated, aiming to exploit any openings in taehyung’s defense. the classroom was now a makeshift arena, the desks and chairs pushed aside in the frenzy. you watched helplessly, your pleas for taehyung to stop lost amid the chaos. the students who had remained in the hallway were pressed against the glass of the door, their faces etched with a mix of horror and fascination.

just as the fight seemed to reach its peak, a stern voice cut through the commotion. “enough!” the principal commanded, her tone authoritative and unwavering. taehyung and yoongi immediately froze, their chests heaving with heavy breaths. the principal stepped into the room, her expression a blend of sternness and concern. her presence alone was enough to command immediate compliance.

“both of you, come with me,” she said, her voice brooking no argument. “we’re going to the office.” taehyung and yoongi exchanged one last, heated glance before reluctantly following her out of the classroom. the students who had been watching from the hallway slowly began to disperse, their murmurs growing louder as they speculated about what they had just witnessed.

in the principal’s office, the atmosphere was thick with tension. taehyung and yoongi sat across from the principal’s desk, their faces flushed from the recent altercation. her stern gaze swept over them, her demeanor one of controlled irritation. “now, what exactly happened?” she demanded, her voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge.

yoongi leaned forward slightly, his posture relaxed despite the seriousness of the situation. “i’m truly sorry, principal kim,” he said with a hint of insincerity in his tone. “it’s common for friends to have disagreements and fights. it won’t happen again, i assure you.”

her eyes narrowed. “it may be common for friends to argue, but this was not just a disagreement. this was a violent altercation in the middle of a classroom, and you both need to understand the severity of your actions.” she turned her gaze to taehyung. “and you, kim taehyung, will fall off if you continue to let your temper control you. i expect better from you.” his jaw tightened, but he remained silent, clearly restraining himself.

the principal leaned back in her chair, her expression softening slightly as she concluded, “you both need to leave my office now. consider this a warning. any further disruptions will be dealt with more severely.” as they exited the office, the weight of the principal’s reprimand hung heavy in the air. taehyung’s face was set in a grim line, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. yoongi, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, a smirk playing on his lips as he followed him out into the hallway.

once outside, taehyung rounded on yoongi, his voice low but edged with menace. “stay away from (y/n).” yoongi clicked his tongue, his smirk widening. “i can’t do that,” he said, pausing for effect. “i’m just as interested in her as you are, old friend.”

the words hung in the air, their implications clear. with a final, mocking glance, yoongi turned on his heel and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. taehyung watched him go, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. his fists remained clenched, his knuckles white as he tried to steady his breathing. the conversation with the principal had done little to quell the storm brewing inside him. the mention of your name by yoongi had only fueled his anger further, intensifying the protective instincts he felt toward you.

back in the opulent study of the kim family manor, the air was heavy with disapproval. the room, lined with dark mahogany bookshelves and bathed in the muted glow of a desk lamp, seemed to amplify the sternness of the chairman. taehyung stood near the grand mahogany desk, his posture stiff and eyes lowered, as his father paced behind it, a frown etched deeply into his features.

“taehyung,” his father began, his voice stern, “i heard about the altercation at school today. explain yourself.”

his heart raced, and he hesitated, struggling to find the right words. he swallowed hard before speaking, his voice tinged with distress. “it was yoongi. he said something about my brother, about our family.” he trailed off, not wanting to delve into the specifics of yoongi’s taunts or his own actions that followed.

his father’s expression shifted from anger to a weary frustration. “taehyung, you must learn to control your impulses. acting rashly only undermines your position and creates unnecessary complications.” taehyung nodded, barely able to meet his father’s gaze. “i understand.”

as he turned to leave, the door opened, and taehyung’s older brother stepped into the study. for a fleeting moment, taehyung’s heart leapt with hope. perhaps it was a sign of reconciliation, or at least a chance for meaningful conversation. his joy was short-lived, however, when his brother’s icy tone cut through the room.

“taehyung,” his brother said sharply, “don’t ever make a fool of yourself like that again.” with that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving taehyung standing there, his heart sinking with each step his brother took. the weight of disappointment and isolation settled heavily on his shoulders as he left the study.

meanwhile, in a starkly different setting, yoongi was engaged in a rigorous judo practice session with his father in the family dojo. the dojo, a spacious room with polished wooden floors and walls adorned with traditional Korean art, echoed with the grunts of exertion and the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the mat.

yoongi, dressed in a white judogi, faced his father across the mat. his father, a formidable figure with an aura of authority, was already in a stance, his eyes sharp and focused. the session began with intense speed, both men moving with practiced precision. yoongi aimed a swift foot sweep at his father, who countered effortlessly with a firm grip, twisting yoongi’s arm and forcing him to the mat.

breathing heavily, yoongi rolled to his feet, his movements fluid despite the strain. “father,” he said as he reset his stance, “i want to explain what happened with taehyung today.” his father’s eyes narrowed. “very well, but remember, actions speak louder than words. show me.”

they resumed their fighting stance, and yoongi executed a series of rapid movements—a throw followed by a high kick—trying to subdue his father. his father, however, was a step ahead, using yoongi’s momentum against him. he deflected his attempts with ease and threw him to the mat again. “taehyung threw the first punch,” he said between gasps for air as he scrambled to his feet. “i just reacted.”

his father, now visibly annoyed, grabbed him and pinned him down with a decisive maneuver, his face contorted with a mix of anger and disappointment. “you're weak,” he spat out, “it's the reason you can’t beat taehyung. it’s why you’ll never beat me.”

with a final, forceful move, he released yoongi and left him sprawled on the mat, breathless and defeated. he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his father’s words echoing in his mind. the lesson was harsh and uncompromising, a stark reminder of the high standards and expectations he was constantly under. as he gathered himself, he could feel the sting of failure mingling with the bruises forming on his body.

the evening had settled into a soft twilight as you made your way up the grand stairs of taehyung's manor. the mansion, with its opulent decor and sprawling architecture, was a stark contrast to the modesty of your own surroundings. you held a medical kit and a stack of textbooks close, a determined frown on your face. the events of the day lingered in your mind, especially the bruises and cuts you’d seen on him.

as you reached his room, you hesitated for a brief moment before knocking. the door swung open to reveal him, his face bearing the marks of the day’s earlier confrontation. the bruises on his cheek were a dark, purpling hue, and a cut above his eyebrow was still fresh, blood oozing sluggishly. his eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something—perhaps embarrassment or discomfort—before he masked it with a casual smile.

“hey,” you said, trying to keep your tone light despite the shock you felt. “i brought this. let me clean those cuts up.” he raised an eyebrow, his smile slightly wobbly. “you don’t have to go through all that trouble. i’m fine.”

“not a chance,” you replied firmly, stepping into his room. “sit down. you look like you’ve been through a warzone.”

with a resigned sigh, he sat on the edge of his bed, his posture relaxed but his gaze on you as you unpacked the kit. he watched with a mix of curiosity and something softer in his eyes. as you approached him with a sterile wipe, he flinched slightly at the sting of the antiseptic. “stop being such a baby,” you teased, rolling your eyes. “it’s just a little sting.”

he chuckled softly, the sound a low, soothing rumble in the quiet of the room. his eyes wandered over your face, taking in the way your brows furrowed in concentration and the way you bit your lip as you worked. there was something almost tender in his gaze, though he masked it with a casual smile.

“what’s so funny?” you asked, glancing up at him as you dabbed at a particularly stubborn cut. “you,” he said with a grin. “you’re just pretty, that’s all.”

your face flushed a deep shade of pink. “cut it out,” you said, trying to sound exasperated but unable to suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. “open your book. we have some studying to do.”

taehyung complied, opening his textbook to the physics section you’d discussed earlier. you settled next to him, placing the medical kit aside and spreading out your textbooks and notes. you pointed out the relevant formulas, meticulously writing them down on a notepad. his eyes followed your movements, occasionally flicking up to meet yours with a look of appreciation.

as you explained a particularly tricky concept, you could feel his gaze lingering on you. it was an unspoken compliment in his eyes, and every so often, he would nod thoughtfully, taking in the information you provided. after a while, you handed him a practice problem. he worked through it with a furrowed brow, his concentration evident. when he finally looked up with a grin, having solved the problem correctly, you couldn’t help but beam with pride.

“well done,” you said warmly. “you learned well.” his smile widened, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “my tutor taught me well,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

the atmosphere in the room softened, the earlier tension dissipating into a comfortable setting. you continued to go over more problems with him, your laughter and his occasional teasing filling the space between you. each smile and laugh seemed to draw you closer, making the evening’s tutoring session feel less like a task and more like a shared moment of genuine connection.

as the night grew darker, and you packed up your things to leave, taehyung walked you to the door. he looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and something more, a hint of admiration that made your heart flutter.

“thank you,” he said softly, his voice carrying a sincerity that warmed you. “i really appreciate this.” you nodded, your cheeks still slightly flushed. “anytime. and next time, try not to get into any more fights, alright?” he laughed, a sound that felt like a promise of brighter days ahead. “i’ll do my best.”

as you left the manor, the evening air was crisp and carried with it the faint scent of blooming flowers from the surrounding gardens. the grandeur of the manor faded behind you, its tall gates closing with a soft clang. you were lost in thought, replaying the warmth of the evening and the unexpected kindness you had shared with taehyung.

but as you walked past the wrought-iron gates, a loud roar of a motorcycle broke through your reverie. you turned, your heart sinking as you saw the sleek black motorcycle pull up beside you. the rider, clad in black leather and a helmet, stopped just a few feet in front of you. the world seemed to slow as the rider dismounted, and the helmet was lifted to reveal his familiar smirk.

“well, well,” yoongi drawled, his voice dripping with mock curiosity. “am i dreaming, or did i just see you leaving kim taehyung’s house?”

your heart sank further, frustration bubbling up inside you. “i’m his tutor,” you said tersely, trying to keep your voice steady. his eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his smirk widened, turning into something more sardonic. “really? is it that bad that you need to stoop so low? are you that desperate for money?” his words were like sharp thorns, pricking at your patience. you clenched your fists at your sides, feeling a surge of anger rise up. the world around you seemed to narrow to just the two of you, the night air suddenly feeling colder.

“you have no idea,” you snapped, your voice trembling with barely contained emotion. “i’m broke. i work multiple jobs to support my mom because my dad passed away. i didn’t get to eat off the same silver plate you did. i don’t care what you think or what you do with that information. i’m done playing your games.”

his smirk faltered, his expression shifting to one of stunned silence. for a moment, he stood there, caught off guard by the raw honesty of your words. the night air seemed to grow heavier between you, charged with the weight of your confession. you pushed past him, not giving him a chance to respond. the cool breeze of the evening felt soothing against your heated cheeks as you walked away, each step a release of the pent-up frustration you’d been holding. you could feel yoongi’s gaze on your back, but you didn’t turn around.

the next day at school, the morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long, warm shadows across the hallways. you made your way to your locker, the familiar hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter from students filling the air. as you approached, your phone buzzed in your pocket, its screen lighting up with yoongi’s name.

you sighed, your fingers reaching for your phone just as it began to ring. you were about to swipe to answer when suddenly, taehyung appeared beside you, his hand moving with quick precision. before you could react, he snatched your phone from your grasp. you opened your mouth to protest, but he had already answered the call.

“stop calling her,” his voice was firm, cutting through the background noise of the school. yoongi’s voice came through the speaker, laced with casual annoyance. “you never seem to know where your place is. i just wanted to ask her to have lunch with me.”

taehyung’s response was immediate, a scoff escaping his lips. “she’s not hungry.” with that, he ended the call abruptly, his expression a mix of irritation and resolve. he handed your phone back to you with a dismissive air. you stared at him, taken aback by the sudden and assertive interference. “are you out of your mind?” you demanded, frustration lacing your tone. “what was that about?”

taehyung’s face remained stern, his gaze intense as he met your eyes. “i don’t want you talking to yoongi.”

“why?” you asked, bewildered. “what’s the big deal?” he hesitated for a moment, as if grappling with how much to reveal. “i like you,” he said finally, his voice softer but earnest. “i don’t want to see you with other guys.”

a flutter of butterflies took flight in your stomach at his confession, but you tried to keep your composure. “you’re from a different world,” you said with a scoff, despite the flurry of emotions bubbling up inside you. “it’ll never happen.”

his eyes didn’t waver, and he seemed unperturbed by your words. instead, he continued, his voice steady, “do you feel the same way?” you shook your head, feeling the weight of his question. “it doesn’t matter how i feel. your family would never accept it.”

a heavy silence fell between you. taehyung’s expression hardened slightly, a look of determination settling over his features. before you could say more, he stepped back, giving you space but still watching you intently. with a sigh, you turned and walked toward your next class, the day stretching out before you. the butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter, their presence a constant reminder of his unexpected confession. each step felt heavier than the last, your thoughts a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties.

as the professor’s announcement echoed through the classroom, excitement rippled through the students like a wave. the camping trip was to be a weekend adventure, an opportunity to escape the confines of academic life and immerse themselves in nature. a chorus of enthusiastic voices filled the room, with students already speculating about the activities and sharing plans for the trip.

you, however, felt a knot of apprehension forming in your stomach. the idea of spending an entire weekend away, particularly with the tension and complications of your current situation, left you feeling uneasy. as you scanned the room, your gaze met taehyung’s. his expression was a complex blend of sternness and something else—perhaps resignation or frustration. he watched you with a defeated look, his eyes reflecting the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

on the other side of the room, you felt yoongi’s gaze on you. the smirk playing on his lips was unmistakable, a self-assured glint in his eyes as if he relished the drama of the situation. his attention seemed solely focused on you, adding an extra layer of discomfort to your already fraught emotions.

jimin placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. his voice, light and teasing, cut through the tension. “did you get into an argument with your student?” he asked, his tone playful. you scoffed, a mix of frustration and amusement surfacing. “you're the worst.”

he chuckled, shaking his head. “come on, lighten up. you should have fun while you can.” his words were meant to be comforting, but they did little to ease the knot in your stomach. you offered him a weak smile, appreciating his attempt to lift your spirits, though the weight of the upcoming trip felt heavy on your shoulders.

for the rest of the day, taehyung maintained a deafening silence around you. his demeanor was distant, almost cold. whenever your paths crossed, he would quickly avert his gaze or walk away, his avoidance palpable and disheartening. his usual warmth and playful banter were replaced by an impenetrable barrier, and you couldn’t help but feel the sting of his withdrawal.

the forest was a breathtaking expanse of verdant splendor, a living tapestry of emerald hues and dappled sunlight. tall, ancient trees stood sentinel, their leaves whispering softly in the gentle breeze that wove through the forest canopy. the ground beneath your feet was a soft carpet of moss and fallen leaves, muffling your steps as you walked. the air was crisp and fragrant, filled with the earthy aroma of pine and the faint, sweet scent of wildflowers.

as you meandered along the winding path, your heart sank with every glance that failed to catch sight of taehyung. the weight of his absence was palpable, a dull ache that gnawed at you as you took in the beauty around you. the forest, though enchanting, seemed to mock your solitude, its serenity juxtaposed with your inner turmoil.

walking alongside you were jimin and jieun, their cheerful conversation a stark contrast to your pensive mood. jimin was animatedly recounting a humorous story from a past camping trip. his laughter was infectious, and jieun’s giggles provided a lighthearted counterpoint.

“remember that time i tried to roast marshmallows over an open flame and ended up setting my sleeve on fire?” jimin said with a chuckle. jieun burst into laughter, shaking her head. “how could i forget? i had to put out the flames with my water bottle.”

jimin grinned sheepishly. “well, at least we didn’t end up in the hospital that time.”

“you’re lucky i was there to save the day,” jieun teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

you managed a small smile at their interaction, their relationship a brief respite from your worries. despite their light-hearted banter, you could feel the tension of yoongi’s gaze boring into you from behind. his presence was a constant, uncomfortable reminder of the unresolved tension between you. his dark eyes seemed to follow your every move, and you could sense his scrutiny even without turning to look.

jungkook, walking beside him, appeared to be curious about his friend’s fixation. “what’s the deal with you and her?” he asked, his tone casual. yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing at his lips. “i wish i knew. there’s just something about her that catches my interest.”

jungkook squinted his eyes as he assessed you from a distance. “she’s not bad. don’t blame you.” the comment earned him a sharp glare from yoongi. “careful,” he warned, his tone edged with irritation. “don't make me beat your ass, too.”

jungkook raised an eyebrow but said no more, sensing the undercurrent of tension. he focused instead on the beauty of the forest, the towering trees and the dappled sunlight creating a picturesque backdrop.

as you continued along the path, you tried to push yoongi’s gaze to the back of your mind, focusing instead on the tranquility of the surroundings and the lively conversation of your friends. the forest was enchanting, a sanctuary of natural beauty that was meant to be savored. yet, despite its allure, your thoughts remained with taehyung, and the emptiness of his absence cast a shadow over the otherwise perfect setting.

the school gymnasium was an expanse of silence, the usual echoes of bouncing basketballs and student chatter replaced by the soft rustle of fabric and the faint hum of air conditioning. taehyung lay sprawled on the floor, his back against the smooth wooden surface, while his friend sat cross-legged beside him. the overhead lights cast a warm, artificial glow, illuminating the deserted space with a gentle radiance.

namjoon glanced over at him, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “so, why didn’t you tag along on the camping trip? i’d give a lot to go on a trip like that again,” he said, his tone light but tinged with genuine curiosity. taehyung let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “being a senior must suck, huh? no more spontaneous trips,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

namjoon shot him a mock glare. “yeah, thanks for the sympathy,” he retorted, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and frustration. “but seriously, what’s your excuse for skipping out?”

taehyung’s smile faltered slightly, his gaze dropping to the floor as he shifted into a more serious posture. “i wanted her to miss me,” he admitted quietly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. “i thought maybe if i stayed behind, she’d realize how much she needs me.”

namjoon raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of mild incredulity. “you do realize you left her with yoongi, right?” the weight of his words hit taehyung like a physical blow. his eyes widened as the realization sank in, and he buried his face in his hands, his shoulders slumping in defeat. the silence of the gym seemed to press in on him, amplifying his feelings of regret and frustration. “i forgot,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the fabric of his palms. “i didn’t think about how much trouble yoongi would cause. i just wanted to make sure she felt my absence.”

namjoon’s gaze softened with a mix of sympathy and exasperation. he patted his back gently. “look, man, you can’t always control how people react to you. sometimes, you have to trust that things will work out on their own.” taehyung sighed, lifting his head to look at him with a rueful smile. “i know. i guess i wanted to be the one she thought about, the one who made her day better.”

namjoon gave him a reassuring smile. “you still have a chance to show her that, but not if you sit here and brood. maybe you should go find her. let her know that you’re here and that you care.” taehyung nodded, a renewed determination in his eyes. “you’re right. i need to make things right.”

the forest surrounding your campsite was a picturesque canvas of lush greens and earthy browns, the towering trees providing a serene canopy that filtered the soft rays of the setting sun. the air was crisp, filled with the invigorating scent of pine and the distant murmur of a flowing stream. you were in the midst of setting up your tent, your fingers fumbling with the fabric and poles, your mind more preoccupied with recent events than the task at hand.

as you struggled with the stubborn tent pole, a voice suddenly cut through your concentration. “you’re doing it all wrong.” startled, you turned around to find yoongi approaching you, his expression a mix of amusement and mild exasperation. he looked effortlessly composed, the rugged outdoor setting only enhancing his enigmatic charm. his presence was both unnerving and oddly reassuring, a strange paradox that made your heart race.

“here, let me help you,” he said, stepping closer and taking the tent pole from your hands with an ease that suggested he had done this many times before. you stood there, momentarily frozen, watching as he expertly assembled the tent, his movements fluid and precise.

“thank you,” you managed to say, your voice tinged with genuine gratitude and a hint of surprise. you hadn’t expected him to offer any assistance, especially after your recent interactions. to your further astonishment, he smiled—a rare, genuine smile that softened his usually intense demeanor. “if you want to thank me,” he began, his tone carrying an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite place, “you should stop.”

you blinked, confusion clouding your thoughts. “stop? stop what?” yoongi scoffed lightly, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he turned his attention back to fixing the last bit of the tent. “stop driving me crazy,” he said, his voice low and almost tender, the words carrying a weight that hung in the cool evening air.

with that cryptic remark, he stood up, brushing the dirt from his hands, and walked away, leaving you standing there, stunned and bewildered. the forest around you seemed to echo with the faint rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds, a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions swirling inside you. the forest grew quieter as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced in the dimming light. you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart and calm your restless thoughts. the camping trip had barely begun, and already it was proving to be more eventful than you had anticipated.

as the sun set and the shadows grew longer, you found yourself standing by the campfire, the warmth of the flames casting a comforting glow on your face. the crackling fire filled the air with a sense of camaraderie, but your thoughts were elsewhere, swirling with confusion and curiosity about yoongi's earlier words. just then, a hushed conversation from the nearby tent caught your attention. you turned slightly, trying to make out the voices.

“did you see her with taehyung earlier?” one girl asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. “no, i saw her with yoongi,” another replied, a hint of scandal in her tone. “she’s such a slut,” the third girl sneered, her words cutting through the night like a knife.

your heart sank, and you felt a rush of anger and humiliation rise within you. before you could react, you felt something soft and warm being pulled over your head. you turned around to find yoongi standing there, his hoodie now draped over your shoulders. his face was set in a scowl, eyes dark with protective anger. “don’t listen to them,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “don’t let them get to you.”

you were too stunned to speak, only able to nod as his words resonated with you. the girls continued their snide comments, oblivious to yoongi’s presence. you watched as his gaze flicked to the front of their tent, where their sneakers were lined up neatly. without a word, he walked over and snatched the shoes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “what are you doing?” you whispered, following him as he strode purposefully toward a nearby bucket full of water.

he glanced at you, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “teaching them a lesson,” he replied, before dumping the sneakers into the water. you couldn’t help but gasp, a mix of disbelief and amusement flooding you. “why would you do that?” you asked, half-laughing despite yourself.

he turned to you, his expression serious. “because nobody gets to pick on you. except for me,” he added with a smirk, the playful edge returning to his voice. you felt a strange warmth spread through you at his words. It was a peculiar kind of protectiveness, one that left you feeling both cared for and slightly exasperated by his audacity. the girls' voices ceased abruptly when they discovered their soggy shoes, their shrieks of outrage echoing through the campsite. yoongi’s smirk widened, clearly pleased with the chaos he had caused.

the night had deepened, the flickering campfire casting dancing shadows on the surrounding trees. uou and yoongi sat by the flames, a strange bond forming in the silence between you. just as you were beginning to feel a tentative peace, a familiar voice shattered the tranquility.

“have you had enough?” the voice asked, tinged with an unmistakable edge.

you turned, your heart stopping for a moment when you saw taehyung standing there, his expression dark and unreadable. yoongi scoffed, his irritation clear. “you always find a way to ruin things, don't you?” he retorted, his voice dripping with disdain.

taehyung ignored his taunt, his eyes fixed on you. before you could react, he strode forward, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you away from the fire. yoongi’s voice followed you, laced with a smirk. “you make me want her even more,” he called out, the words hanging in the air like a challenge.

perplexed and a bit alarmed, you allowed taehyung to guide you into the forest, the sounds of the camp fading behind you. his grip on your wrist was firm but not painful, his silence heavy with unspoken words. finally, you found your voice. “what’s your problem?” you asked, frustration bubbling to the surface.

taehyung stopped abruptly and turned to face you, his eyes blazing. “i don’t care what my family thinks,” he snapped. “it’s no reason for me not to like you.” his words took you by surprise, and you felt your heart soften. “taehyung,” you began, unsure of what to say. “i don’t know what to say.”

“don’t say anything,” he interrupted, his voice raw with emotion. without warning, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. you were stunned, your mind racing, but as the initial shock faded, you found yourself relaxing into his embrace. tentatively, you wrapped your arms around him, returning the hug. his warmth enveloped you, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. the forest around you was quiet, the rustle of leaves the only sound accompanying your racing heartbeats.

you could feel the tension in his body slowly dissipating, replaced by a vulnerability that he rarely showed. his grip on you tightened, as if he was afraid to let go and lose this moment. you stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, the silence between you filled with a thousand unspoken words.

the morning sun bathed the forest in a golden glow as your group made its way along the winding path towards the hotel for breakfast. the air was crisp and cool, filled with the scents of pine and earth. you walked beside jieun and jimin, their light-hearted banter a soothing background to your thoughts. “did you sleep well?” jieun asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

you nodded, offering her a small smile. “as well as one can in a sleeping bag,” you replied, trying to match her cheerful tone.

jimin chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “we should have a competition for the worst bedhead,” he joked, ruffling jieun's already tousled hair. taehyung walked a few steps behind you, his presence a comforting weight on your mind. every now and then, you could feel his gaze on you, but you didn’t turn around. Instead, you focused on the path ahead, trying to keep your thoughts from wandering too far back to the previous night.

further back in the group, jungkook was busy going through the photos he had taken with his camera. his fingers deftly navigated through the shots until he stopped at a series of pictures. they were candid shots of you and yoongi by the campfire, your faces illuminated by the dancing flames. he smirked as he showed the photos to yoongi. “look at these,” he teased, nudging him playfully. “you look like a lovesick puppy.”

yoongi glanced at the photos, a faint smile playing on his lips. “so that’s what i look like,” he mused softly, almost to himself. “when I’m looking at her,”

jungkook’s eyes widened in horror as yoongi’s smile grew, a rare and genuine expression that made his usual aloof demeanor melt away. “are you serious?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. he didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still on the photos. when he finally spoke, his voice was calm and resolute. “maybe i am,” he said simply, his smile never wavering.

as the group continued walking, the path began to widen, revealing glimpses of the hotel ahead. the building was nestled among the trees, its rustic charm blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings. the sight of it brought a sense of anticipation, a promise of warmth and comfort after the chilly morning hike. you could feel the mood lighten as the group neared the hotel. conversations grew livelier, and laughter echoed through the trees. jieun and jimin were deep in a playful argument about the best breakfast foods, their voices rising and falling in a familiar rhythm.

you smiled at their exchange, grateful for the distraction. but even as you laughed along with them, you couldn’t shake the feeling of taehyung’s gaze. every now and then, you glanced back, catching his eye for just a moment before looking away. when the hotel came fully into view, the group quickened its pace, eager for the promise of a hearty breakfast. the warm light spilling from the windows was inviting, and you could already imagine the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods.

as you reached the hotel entrance, jimin held the door open with a flourish. “ladies first,” he said with a grin, gesturing for you and jieun to enter. “such a gentleman,” she teased, giving him a playful shove as she walked past. you followed her inside, the warmth of the hotel wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. the dining area was cozy, filled with the chatter of other guests and the clinking of cutlery. you found a table near the window, the morning light casting a soft glow over everything.

the morning sun hung high in the sky, casting shimmering reflections on the surface of the pool outside the cafeteria. the earlier excitement of the camping trip had faded, replaced by the persistent whispers and judgmental looks from the same girls who had tormented you the night before. their voices, though hushed, reached your ears, making your breakfast sit like a lead weight in your stomach. frustrated and fed up, you abandoned your plate and left the cafeteria, seeking solace in the quiet by the pool. you stared into the water, trying to calm your racing heart. the tranquility of the scene was short-lived, however, as you felt a presence behind you. turning around, you were met with the sight of yoongi, his usual smirk playing on his lips.

before you could retreat, he was already upon you, his hands grabbing yours in a firm grip. you gasped in shock, trying to pull away, but he was too strong. his smirk widened as he dangled you over the edge of the pool, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“going somewhere?” he asked, his tone mocking and playful. you looked at him in shock, your heart pounding in your chest. the world seemed to slow as you realized what was about to happen. before you could protest, he let go, and you plunged into the cold water. the shock of the impact stole your breath, and you surfaced, wiping the water from your eyes.

he crouched by the edge of the pool, laughing. “sorry, i slipped,” he said, his voice dripping with insincerity.

as you blinked the water from your eyes, you saw the commotion his actions had caused. students were clamoring inside, drawn by the spectacle. in an instant, taehyung stood up from his seat in the cafeteria and walked out, his expression darkening with each step.

before he could react, taehyung reached him and, with a swift movement, kicked him into the pool. “sorry, i slipped,” he said, with the same amount if insincerity.

jieun and jimin rushed out, their faces a mix of concern and amusement. jimin extended a hand to help you out, but jieun frantically pushed him away. “no, no, take my hand,” she insisted, her eyes wide with worry. you took her hand, and she pulled you out of the pool with surprising strength. water dripped from your clothes, and you felt the eyes of the crowd on you, adding to your embarrassment. you locked eyes with taehyung for a brief moment, his gaze filled with a mixture of concern and something deeper that you couldn’t quite place.

“are you okay?” jimin asked, his voice soft and soothing. you nodded, though you could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “i’m fine,” you managed to say, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions inside you. taehyung’s eyes never left you as you walked away, wet and humiliated. the laughter and whispers of the students faded into the background, and you focused on putting one foot in front of the other. you needed to get away, to find a quiet place where you could collect yourself.

as you walked, your thoughts swirled. the events of the past few days had been overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread about what was to come. taehyung’s concern for you was touching, but it also added to the confusion in your heart. you couldn’t deny the flutter of butterflies when he was near, but the differences between your worlds seemed insurmountable.

you found a quiet corner behind the hotel, away from prying eyes, and sat down, letting the sun warm your wet clothes. the silence was a balm to your frayed nerves, giving you a moment to breathe and process everything that had happened. taehyung’s words echoed in your mind, his declaration of not caring what his family thought. it was a bold statement, one that filled you with equal parts hope and fear. you knew that your feelings for him were real, but the complications seemed endless.

lost in thought, you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching until it was too late. you looked up to see taehyung standing there, his eyes soft and filled with concern. “are you alright?” he asked, his voice gentle.

you nodded, unable to find the words. he sat down beside you, his presence a comforting weight. the silence between you was heavy with unspoken words, but for now, it was enough to simply be there, together.

“thank you,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. he smiled, a small, genuine smile that reached his eyes. “anytime,” he replied, and in that moment, you felt a glimmer of hope.

the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the mansion as you made your way to taehyung's room. the echoes of the day's events lingered in your mind, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. you had a job to do, and you intended to do it well, despite the growing complications of your feelings.

his room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting a warm light over the scattered books and papers. he sat at his desk, his gaze distant as he stared at the open textbook in front of him. you could sense his restlessness, the usual intensity in his eyes replaced by something else, something you couldn’t quite place.

you settled into the chair across from him, opening your notes and preparing to dive into the evening's lesson. “alright, taehyung, let's start with the themes of this chapter. i think—” you paused, noticing that his eyes were not on the book but on you. he was staring, an unspoken tension hanging in the air between you. “what's wrong?” you asked, your voice soft yet curious.

he sighed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. “you're too damn distracting,” he said, his voice low and rough with frustration. the words took you by surprise. before you could respond, before you could even process what he meant, he stood up and crossed the small distance between you. his movements were swift, almost desperate, as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

for a moment, you were stunned, frozen in place by the suddenness of his action. but then something within you surrendered, and you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss. it was tender and fervent, filled with all the pent-up emotions that neither of you had dared to voice. as the kiss deepened, his hands found their way to your waist, lifting you and guiding you onto the bed. the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, the heat of the moment consuming everything else. you clung to him, your hands tangling in his hair, your heart pounding in your chest.

but then, a sliver of rationality cut through the haze of passion, and you broke the kiss, gasping for breath. “taehyung, we can't,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “your mother might hear.” he smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “then you’ll just have to be quiet,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours once more.

his gentle touch ignited a fire in you, and you couldn’t help but respond. he was so careful, so attentive, as if he could sense every nerve ending, every soft sigh that escaped your lips. you felt your resolve slipping away as his hands roamed over your body, peeling away layers of clothing like petals from a rose. his touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine.

you lay back on the bed, allowing him to take control. his mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and chest. every caress, every suck of his lips sent waves of pleasure crashing through you. your hands found his shoulders, your nails digging in as you tried to anchor yourself in reality. but the room was spinning, the air thick with desire.

his kisses grew more urgent, his teeth grazed your skin as he moved lower. you bit your lip to stifle a moan, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you. you felt the warmth of his breath against your stomach, and then lower still, and your entire body arched off the bed. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with need, and whispered, “do you trust me?” without a second thought, you nodded.

his mouth was on you, and the world disappeared. you could only feel the exquisite sensations he was creating, the gentle pressure of his tongue, the soft sucks that sent your senses soaring. your hands clutched at the bed sheets, your breath coming in ragged gasps. you had never felt anything so intense, so consuming. every stroke was a promise, every kiss a declaration. and when you finally reached the peak, it was with his name on your lips, his eyes holding yours in a silent understanding.

his gaze was soft as he kissed his way back up your body, his touch tender as he brushed the hair from your face. you could see the question in his eyes, but you didn’t need words. you reached for him, pulling him closer, and he settled between your legs, his own need palpable.

his hand stroked you gently, his eyes never leaving yours, until you nodded, giving him the go-ahead. and then he was inside you, filling you in a way that made you feel complete. he moved slowly at first, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort, but all you felt was an overwhelming need for more. you wrapped your legs around him, urging him deeper, your hips moving in tandem with his.

the room was filled with the sound of your muffled moans and the slick sound of skin on skin. taehyung whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a soothing balm to your racing thoughts. his touch was both gentle and firm, a perfect mix of tenderness and passion that had you teetering on the edge once again.

his pace quickened, his breaths growing harsher as he approached his own climax. and when he finally reached it, you felt his whole body tense, his muscles coiling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin.

you lay there, panting and spent, his weight a comforting presence on top of you. for a moment, you allowed yourself to revel in the feeling of him, in the warmth that surrounded you. but as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of impending doom. the line between student and tutor had been crossed, and there was no going back.

he seemed to sense your unease. With a gentle sigh, he shifted beside you, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your arm. “we should get dressed,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

you nodded, biting your lip as you sat up. the remnants of the passion lingered in the air, but the urgency of the situation tugged at your mind. taehyung slipped out of bed and began to gather your clothes, handing them to you with a soft smile.

“here, let me help,” he offered, his touch tender as he helped you slip into your clothes. his fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. as he fastened the buttons of your blouse, he paused, his eyes locking onto yours. “don’t worry,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “everything will be okay.”

just as his reassuring words began to settle your nerves, the door burst open with a loud bang, causing both of you to jump. there, standing in the doorway, was his mother, her face a mask of shock and fury. the air seemed to freeze, tension crackling like a live wire. “i knew it,” she hissed, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief. “i knew it.”

you and taehyung were too stunned to respond at first, the reality of the situation crashing down on you with a brutal force. she turned her gaze on you, her eyes blazing with contempt. “i gave you a job, and this is how you repay me?”

“mother, please—” he began, but she cut him off, her words sharp and venomous. “and you,” she spat, rounding on him. “i raised you better than this, taehyung. how could you? she's a different breed, not one of us.”

his expression hardened, a defiant fire lighting up his eyes. “i like her,” he declared, his voice strong and unwavering. “and you’ll just have to deal with it.” his mother's face twisted in fury. “pull yourself together, taehyung. this—this cannot happen.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you took in the scene, the weight of the situation crashing down on you. “i'm so sorry,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “i never meant to—” but the words died in your throat as you saw the heartbreak in taehyung's eyes. with a final, tearful glance at him, you turned and fled the room, the walls closing in around you as you ran down the hallway. the sound of his mother’s angry tirade echoed behind you, but all you could focus on was the pain of leaving him behind.

your heart pounded in your chest, each step a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume you. the mansion felt like a labyrinth, but you kept running, tears blurring your vision. you had to get out, had to find a way to breathe again. finally, you burst through the front doors and into the morning light, the crisp air a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere inside. you stopped, gasping for breath, the tears streaming down your face as you tried to make sense of everything that had just happened.

yoongi stood at the end of the long, winding path leading to your house, your student id clutched tightly in his hand. it had fallen straight out of your pocket after he pushed you into the hotel's pool. his heart pounded as he took in the sight before him. your home was small, much smaller than he had imagined, a stark contrast to the grandeur he was accustomed to. the modesty of it all made his heart ache, a pang of guilt and sadness settling deep within him.

as he approached, your mother appeared on the porch, her kind eyes squinting slightly as she called out, “who are you?”

“i’m yoongi,” he introduced himself, bowing respectfully. “i’m a friend of your daughter. she dropped her student id, and i wanted to return it.” her face lit up with a warm smile. “oh, thank you so much. please, come in. you must be hungry.”

he hesitated, not wanting to intrude, but her insistence was unwavering. “no, really, it’s fine. i just came to drop this off,” he tried to protest, but she waved him off, ushering him inside with a firm yet gentle hand. “nonsense. you came all this way. the least i can do is offer you a meal.”

he found himself seated on the floor, legs crossed as your mother moved about the small kitchen, preparing an array of dishes. the homely aroma filled the room, bringing a sense of warmth and comfort that was almost foreign to him. it had been a long time since he had experienced something so simple, yet so profoundly touching. when she finally set the food before him, he was taken aback by the spread. simple, yet lovingly prepared dishes adorned the low table, and his heart hurt at the sight. “thank you,” he murmured, his voice soft as he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

your mother watched him with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with a motherly concern. “is it good?” she asked, her voice hopeful. he nodded, swallowing the bite he had taken. “yes,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of emotion he hadn’t expected. “it’s just like my mother used to make.”

your mind was a whirlwind of emotions, replaying the events of the day over and over. the embarrassment, the hurtful words, the confrontation with taehyung's mother—it all weighed heavily on your heart. you felt tears welling up, but you forced them back, determined to keep your composure until you were safely inside the sanctuary of your home.

as you approached your house, you noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes at the entrance. puzzled, you stepped inside, your heart skipping a beat when you saw yoongi standing in the small living room, his expression equally shocked to see you. he looked different here, out of place but somehow softer in the homely environment. he stepped forward, his eyes immediately catching the tears brimming in your eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

the question snapped something inside you. all the emotions you had been holding back came rushing to the surface. “please, stop toying with me,” you snapped, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and pain. “i don’t know what i did to make you hate me so much.”

his eyes widened in shock, the hurt in your voice piercing him deeply. before he could respond, you turned and slammed the door shut behind you, the sound echoing through the small house. your mother, who had been in the kitchen, rushed over, her face etched with concern. “what happened?” she asked, her voice soft and worried.

you couldn’t hold it in any longer. the tears you had fought so hard to keep at bay finally spilled over as you collapsed into her arms. “i’m sorry,” you sobbed, your voice breaking. “i’m so sorry for liking taehyung.”

your mother’s face softened with understanding. she held you close, her hand gently stroking your hair. “no, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice filled with love and regret. “i’m sorry i couldn’t give you a better life.” the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, your sobs gradually subsiding into quiet sniffles. the weight of your mother’s words hung in the air, a painful acknowledgment of the struggles you had both faced. she pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

“you have nothing to be sorry for,” she said firmly. “loving someone isn’t a crime, and you deserve to be happy, no matter what.” you nodded, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. the warmth of your mother’s embrace and her unwavering support gave you a sense of solace, a momentary reprieve from the turmoil of the day.

the next day at school, the weight of everything that had happened pressed down on you, making it difficult to focus on anything else. as you walked down the hall, the lively chatter of students felt distant, like a muffled background noise. jieun walked beside you, her usual cheerful demeanor tempered by the worry etched on her face.

“hey, are you okay?” she asked, her voice gentle but filled with concern. “you haven't said a word since we got here.” you barely registered her words, your mind lost in a haze of confusion and heartache. she tried again, her hand lightly touching your arm. “come on, talk to me. what happened?”

you remained silent, your eyes fixed on the floor as you continued walking. jieun's worry deepened, and she was about to press further when jimin came running up to the two of you, his expression a mix of confusion and urgency. “fired? why’d you get fired?” he asked, his voice louder than necessary, drawing the attention of a few nearby students.

you stopped in your tracks, finally lifting your gaze to meet his. “how do you know?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “because they offered me your position the minute you got fired,” he said, his tone incredulous. “now tell us, what happened?”

you took a deep breath, the pain of the previous night bubbling up again. “i got fired simply because i liked him,” you said, your voice trembling as you forced the words out. jieun gasped, her eyes wide with shock. “i can't believe it,” she murmured, shaking her head. “that's so unfair.”

jimin's expression softened, a mixture of sympathy and frustration. "this is messed up," he said, his voice low but firm. "you don’t deserve this." as the three of you stood there, you noticed taehyung walking into the school. the sight of him was like a punch to the gut, and without a word, you turned and walked away, your heart too heavy to face him.

jieun watched you go, her eyes filled with disbelief and sadness. “i just can’t believe it,” she repeated, more to herself than to anyone else. jimin turned his gaze towards taehyung, his jaw set in determination. “you need to make this right,” he said, his voice carrying a note of command.

taehyung's eyes followed your retreating form, a deep regret etched in his features. he nodded, more to himself than to jimin, and started to follow after you, his steps quickening as he realized the gravity of the situation. you reached the courtyard, your favorite spot for some semblance of peace, and sat down on one of the benches, burying your face in your hands. the events of the past day played over and over in your mind, each memory a sharp sting to your heart. you didn’t notice him approaching until he was standing right in front of you, his shadow casting a long, somber line over your form.

you could feel the weight of the world pressing down on you. the leaves rustled softly in the breeze, their whispering a cruel reminder of how insignificant your problems seemed in the grand scheme of things. your heart felt heavy, each beat a painful reminder of the day’s events. your eyes, swollen from crying, were fixed on the ground, as if seeking solace in the worn path beneath you.

the sound of footsteps approached, but you barely noticed, lost in your own grief. it wasn’t until taehyung's shadow fell across your bench that you looked up, your tear-streaked face meeting his intense gaze.

“can we talk?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laden with urgency. you shook your head, your frustration evident. “there’s nothing to talk about,” you said, your voice cracking with the strain of your emotions. you stood up, ready to walk away from him, from the pain, from everything.

but before you could take a step, his hand reached out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm yet gentle grip. you turned back to face him, a mix of surprise and defiance in your eyes. “everyone is an obstacle,” he said, his voice resolute. “i know you’re different from me, but i want to learn. do what you’re good at, teach me. i don’t want to spend the rest of my life mourning you.”

his words cut through the haze of your despair, a sudden burst of clarity amidst the fog of your emotions. the sincerity in his voice was palpable, each word a desperate plea for understanding and connection. you stared at him, your heart racing as you processed his confession. his eyes, usually so confident and sure, were now filled with a vulnerability you had never seen before. it was as if he was laying his soul bare before you, revealing a depth of feeling that had been hidden beneath his strong exterior.

“taehyung,” you began, your voice trembling as you tried to find the right words. “you don’t understand. this isn’t just about us. it’s about my life, my job, everything i’ve worked for.”

he shook his head, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly as if to anchor you both in this moment. “i do understand,” he said, his voice fierce with conviction. “i know i’ve made mistakes, and i know i’ve hurt you. but i don’t want to lose you. not like this.” the raw emotion in his eyes mirrored your own pain, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. the bustling sounds of the school, the murmurs of students passing by—all of it fell into silence as you focused solely on him.

“you’re asking me to forgive you,” you said softly, the weight of his words sinking in. “but forgiveness isn’t something that can be given so easily.” taehyung’s expression softened, his gaze filled with regret and hope. “i’m not asking for forgiveness,” he said, his voice barely audible. “i’m asking for a chance. a chance to show you that i can change, that i can be different. i need you to teach me, to help me understand.”

his plea resonated deep within you, stirring a whirlwind of emotions. the anger and hurt that had consumed you were slowly giving way to a flicker of hope, a glimmer of the possibility that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. “you really want this?” you asked, your voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and hope.

he nodded, his eyes locked onto yours with a fierce intensity. “yes,” he said firmly. “i want to learn. i want to be someone who deserves you.” you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you considered his words. the path ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and obstacles. but as you looked into taehyung’s earnest eyes, you saw a glimmer of the person he was trying to become—a person you could perhaps have a future with, despite everything.

with a weary sigh, you nodded slowly. “alright,” you said, your voice soft but resolute. “but it’s not gonna be easy. it'll take time, and a lot of effort. are you ready for that?”

his face lit up with a mixture of relief and determination. “i’m ready,” he said, his voice steady. “i’ll do whatever it takes.” as you stood there, your heart still aching but with a newfound resolve, you knew that the road ahead would be difficult. as the weight of his words settled between you, a profound silence enveloped the both of you. it was a silence filled with the promise of change and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. your heart still ached from the day’s events, but there was a new flicker of hope in your chest, ignited by his earnest plea.

without a word, taehyung stepped closer, his hands gently cupping your face. his touch was warm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the coldness you had felt earlier. slowly, as if savoring the moment, he pulled you into his arms. the embrace was tender and full of emotion, his heart beating steadily against your own. you rested your head against his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. the comforting pressure of his arms around you was a balm to your weary soul. the world outside seemed to blur into insignificance as you held each other, finding solace in the shared warmth.

taehyung’s grip tightened slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, “thank you for giving me a chance. i promise i won’t let you down.” his words were a soft, heartfelt promise that echoed in the quiet space between you. you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his with a mix of vulnerability and hope. the depth of his feelings was reflected in his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of peace.

as if guided by an invisible force, he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. the kiss was tender at first, a sweet exploration of the feelings you both had kept hidden. as the kiss deepened, it became a fierce declaration of the emotions that had been building between you. when you finally pulled away, breathless and with a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, his eyes shone with a mix of relief and affection. he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and tender.

from the edge of the path, where the shadows of the trees mingled with the late morning light, yoongi and jungkook watched the scene unfold. yoongi’s eyes were fixed on you, a look of sadness etched deeply into his features. his gaze held a mix of defeat and resignation as he observed the moment.

jungkook, standing beside him, broke the silence with a quiet observation. “damn, you must be bummed,” he said, his tone almost casual. yoongi shook his head, his expression softening with a resigned acceptance. “he beat me to it,” he replied quietly, his eyes never leaving you. “but it’s okay. she’s happy.”

despite the resignation in his voice, the sadness never fully left his eyes. as he watched you, his own heart seemed to bear the weight of what could have been.

✧.*

a/n: this was so corny bye i'd like to thank the heirs

hello, sidney (안녕 시드니) – kim taehyung (김태형)

✧.* 18+

fear was a shadow that clung to you, wrapping itself around your thoughts like a fog you couldn't escape. it wasn't just a fleeting sensation but a relentless presence, weaving itself into the fabric of your mind, dulling your senses, and sharpening the unknown into something monstrous. every creak of the floor, every whisper of wind against the window, sent your heart racing, as if the air itself had conspired against you. you felt it deep in your bones—a cold, gnawing dread that eroded your confidence, leaving you hollow and trembling.

in the stillness of the night, when the world seemed to hold its breath, fear became a living entity, whispering your doubts back to you, feeding on the silence. it was in those moments that you realized fear was never just about what could happen, but about what you imagined could happen—the horrors your mind painted in vivid detail. you tried to shake it off, to rationalize it away, but fear wasn't rational. it was primal, an ancient instinct that told you to run, to hide, to protect yourself from whatever lurked in the darkness. yet there you stood, rooted in place, unable to escape the tightening grip of terror that had found a home within you.

the night air had a palpable stillness to it, a quiet that pressed down on cha hyein like a weighted blanket. it was the kind of night that made even the most mundane tasks feel sinister. the clock on the wall ticked steadily, its rhythm the only sound accompanying her as she moved about the kitchen. the small kitchen, dimly lit by the faint glow of a single overhead bulb, cast long, eerie shadows that stretched across the linoleum floor.

she was carefully preparing for her movie night, every movement deliberate, almost ritualistic. she reached into the cabinet, the hinges creaking as she opened it, and retrieved a bag of popcorn. the plastic crinkled loudly in the oppressive silence. she poured the kernels into the old, worn popcorn maker, the metal cold against her skin, before setting it on the counter. the machine whirred to life, filling the room with a low, mechanical hum that grew louder with each passing second.

hyein glanced at the clock again, her anticipation tinged with a hint of unease. she loved horror movies, the thrill of fear they brought, but tonight felt different. there was a heaviness in the air, a tension that made her hesitate. she shook her head, dismissing the irrational feeling, and focused on the popping sounds now erupting from the popcorn maker, the kernels bursting in rapid succession, filling the air with the familiar scent of butter and salt.

it was just as she reached for a bowl to catch the popcorn that the phone rang. the sudden sound made her jump, her heart skipping a beat before she cursed herself for being so jumpy. she wiped her hands on a dish towel, the fabric rough against her skin, and picked up the receiver. “hello?” she answered, trying to keep her voice light, though the uneasy feeling gnawed at her.

there was a brief pause on the other end, just long enough for a chill to crawl up her spine, before a voice, low and smooth, asked, “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

she let out a relieved giggle, immediately assuming it was her boyfriend, playing one of his usual pranks. “yunho, this isn’t funny,” she chided, a smile tugging at her lips. she couldn't deal with her boyfriend anymore—she was already on the brink of breaking up with him, after hearing what he had to say about some girls from school. the voice on the other end, however, remained unfazed. “this isn’t yunho.”

the smile faded from her face, replaced by a furrowed brow. there was something unsettling about the way the stranger spoke, the way his voice seemed to snake through the phone line, wrapping around her like a cold tendril. still, she decided to play along, attributing the voice to some friend of yunho’s who had gotten hold of her number. “well,” she said, forcing a lightness she didn’t feel, “i’d have to say a nightmare on elm street.”

the popcorn continued to pop in the background, the sound a chaotic backdrop to the quiet conversation. the voice didn’t miss a beat. “which of the films was called the dream child?”

she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she leaned against the counter. “what is this? trivia night?” she quipped, but the silence on the other end unnerved her. it was as though the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving behind a vacuum where sound should be. she cleared her throat, feeling a prickling on the back of her neck. “the fourth movie,” she answered, her voice now laced with irritation.

but the silence persisted, thick and oppressive. she opened her mouth to demand what kind of game this was when suddenly, the lights flickered and then went out completely. the kitchen plunged into darkness, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of the popcorn maker as it continued its frantic popping, the sounds echoing unnaturally in the darkened space.

her breath hitched in her throat as she fumbled for the light switch, her fingers trembling. the voice, now a sinister whisper, finally broke the silence. “sorry, that’s incorrect.” the line went dead with a chilling finality.

panic surged through her. the phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor as she spun around, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness. the kitchen was now a maze of shadows, every corner and crevice filled with an unknown threat. and then she heard it—footsteps, slow and deliberate, approaching from somewhere behind her. her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she scrambled to grab a knife from the block on the counter. the cold steel felt reassuring in her grip, though she knew it was a flimsy defense against whatever—or whoever—was out there. she backed away, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as the footsteps grew closer, more distinct, echoing through the silent house.

she couldn’t stay here. she had to get out, she had to find yunho. without another thought, she bolted for the back door, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. she yanked the door open and stumbled into the backyard, the cool night air hitting her like a wave. she ran, her footsteps crunching on the gravel path, her lungs burning with each frantic breath. the backyard was a vast, dark expanse, the trees looming like specters in the night, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers.

she stopped short when she saw him. yunho. hr was seated in the middle of the yard, on a chair, his head slumped forward, his hands tied behind his back. relief washed over her, momentarily drowning out the terror. “yunho!” she called, her voice trembling as she took a step toward him. but something was wrong. he didn’t move, didn’t respond. the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she took another tentative step closer. the shadows shifted, and suddenly, the yard was flooded with light. the harsh brightness revealed the gruesome truth.

yunho sat slumped in the chair, his shirt stained with dark, wet patches of blood. his torso had been brutally slashed open, his insides spilling out in a macabre display. the knife slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground as she choked back a scream, the horror of the scene overwhelming her. “no, no, no, no,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as she backed away, her hands trembling violently. tears blurred her vision, but she couldn’t look away from his lifeless body, the reality of what she was seeing refusing to sink in.

then, she heard it. footsteps, again. this time, faster, closer. she spun around, her heart pounding in her chest, and saw a figure emerging from the shadows, clad in black, their face hidden behind a grotesque mask. the sight of the masked figure sent a jolt of pure terror through her, adrenaline propelling her forward as she turned and ran, her only thought to escape.

but the figure was fast, too fast. she could hear it gaining on her, the sound of their footsteps almost drowned out by her own panicked breaths. the yard seemed endless, the fence too far away, the distance stretching out like a cruel joke. and then she felt it—a hand, cold and unyielding, grabbing her arm, yanking her back with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. she struggled, her screams piercing the night, but the figure was relentless, its grip like iron as they pulled her down to the ground.

she fought, kicking, thrashing, but it was no use. the masked figure loomed over her, the moonlight glinting off the blade in their hand. she barely had time to register the glint of steel before it came down, slashing through the air with terrifying precision. the last thing she saw was the cold, lifeless eyes staring down at her from behind the mask, and then, nothing. it was game over.

the classroom was thick with an unspoken tension, the kind that crept in through the cracks and settled into your bones, making the air heavy and hard to breathe. you sat there, staring at the scuffed surface of your desk, tracing the grooves and dents with your eyes in a futile attempt to keep your mind from spiraling. but it was impossible. the anxiety gnawed at you, relentless and cruel, as you waited for the officer to speak.

he stood at the front of the room, a somber figure in his dark uniform, the emblem on his chest barely catching the light. his voice, when he finally began to speak, was low and measured, a tone that carried the weight of the horrific news he was about to deliver. “i’m afraid i have some difficult news to share,” he began, his eyes sweeping across the room, pausing for just a moment as they met yours before continuing. “your classmate, cha hyein, was found dead last night.”

the words hit you like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from your lungs. the room seemed to tilt, the fluorescent lights overhead buzzing in an almost sinister hum. the silence that followed was deafening, a collective intake of breath as everyone tried to process the officer’s words. “there’s more,” he continued, his voice dropping to a grave whisper, the kind that made your skin crawl. “hyein’s death was not an accident. she was murdered.”

murdered. the word reverberated through your mind, echoing in the empty chambers of your thoughts, growing louder with each passing second. the officer’s face was a mask of professionalism, but you could see the horror lurking behind his eyes, the same horror that now twisted in your stomach.

“the suspect,” he said, his voice faltering for just a moment, “was seen wearing a long, black-and-white mask. they hung her by her own intestines, from a tree in her backyard.” the room was suffocating, the air thick with the collective fear and disbelief that hung in the space between you and the officer. the gruesome details painted a picture so horrific, so unimaginable, that your brain struggled to fully comprehend it. you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, a cold sweat breaking out on your skin as the officer’s words replayed in your mind, each syllable dripping with dread.

before he could continue, your teacher, who had been standing near the back of the room with a pale face and trembling hands, abruptly cut him off. “that’s enough,” she said, her voice sharp and edged with a panic she was barely concealing. “these kids don’t need to hear any more.” the officer nodded, though his expression was one of reluctant agreement. he had more to say, you could tell, but he swallowed it back, his mouth set in a grim line. the silence that followed was unbearable, an oppressive weight that made it hard to breathe. the rest of the class passed in a blur, a haze of half-heard words and distorted faces. your mind was everywhere except where it should have been, replaying the officer’s words over and over, unable to shake the image of hyein’s lifeless body swaying in the wind.

by the time the final bell rang, you felt like a ghost drifting through the halls, your movements mechanical and numb. the usual chatter of your classmates felt distant, like it was coming from another world, one that you were no longer a part of. you found yourself outside the school, standing with your friends near the front gates, the familiar faces offering little comfort in the face of the terror gnawing at your insides.

kai was the first to break the uneasy silence. “so, that’s how she went out, huh? hung by her own intestines?” he let out a low whistle, the sound unnervingly casual considering the circumstances. “what a way to go.” jennie’s hand shot out, slapping him hard on the arm. “don’t be such an ass, kai,” she snapped, her voice sharp with anger. “leave her alone.”

he winced, rubbing his arm where she’d hit him, but the smirk on his face didn’t falter. “okay, i’ll liver alone.”

doyoung, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly spoke up. “the killer has an interesting tactic, though,” he mused, almost to himself. “the mask, the way they used her intestines. it’s all very theatrical.” kai shot him a sideways glance, his smirk widening into something more sinister. “what, you think you’re some kind of expert now? maybe you’re the killer, doyoung, with all that insight.”

he glared at him, his lips curling into a snarl. “fuck off, kai. i’m just saying.” jennie groaned, clearly exasperated with the both of them. “you’re both being assholes,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. before she could say anything more, kai’s hands were suddenly around her waist, lifting her off the ground and slinging her over his shoulder despite her protests.

“you should talk less,” he teased, his voice light, but there was a hint of something darker underneath. jennie struggled in his grip, her fists pounding against his back, but kai only laughed, ignoring her complaints. amid the banter, you felt like you were floating, your thoughts far away from the conversation. the unease that had settled in your gut during class refused to dissipate, growing stronger with each passing minute. you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, that the horror of what had happened to hyein was only the beginning.

taehyung noticed your distraction, his dark eyes softening as he reached out to stroke your hair gently, his touch grounding you in the present moment. “hey,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in your mind. “you okay?” you shook your head, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “this whole incident. it’s freaking me out, tae. i can’t stop thinking about it.”

he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing across your skin in a tender gesture. “you shouldn’t worry,” he said softly, his voice filled with a quiet confidence that made your heart ache. you looked up at him, searching his eyes for the reassurance you desperately needed. “why not?”

his lips curled into a small, knowing smile, but he said nothing for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. finally, he spoke, his voice low and sure. “because nothing could happen to you with me around.” the conviction in his words, the way he said it as though it was an undeniable truth, made something inside you unclench. the tension that had coiled in your chest slowly began to unwind, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, letting the warmth of his hand chase away the cold fear that had settled in your bones.

kai's laughter rang out into the cooling evening air, a sharp contrast to the somber mood that had settled over your group like a heavy fog. he flashed a grin, his eyes alight with a spark of mischief that seemed almost out of place given the day's events. “so,” he began, his tone casual, as if the tension that had gripped everyone didn’t even register to him, “who’s coming to my party tomorrow night?”

his words hung in the air for a moment, the sudden shift in conversation jarring against the lingering dread. you watched as taehyung, standing close to you with his hand still gently cradling your hair, scoffed, disbelief evident in his voice. “a party? seriously, kai? how can you even be in the mood for that after what happened?”

he shrugged, the motion careless, almost indifferent. “what does that have to do with me? hyein’s gone, but life goes on, right?” his words were nonchalant, but there was a darkness in the way he said them, as if the horror of what had happened was nothing more than an inconvenience, something to be brushed aside in favor of more entertaining pursuits.

doyoung, who had been leaning against the fence with his arms crossed, winced at his words. he tilted his head, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he spoke. “you know, kai, i’m not so sure about that. with the way you’re acting, it’s almost like you’re trying to convince us you had nothing to do with it.”

kai’s eyes narrowed, the playful glint in them hardening into something sharper, more dangerous. he turned to doyoung, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “careful, do,” he said, his voice low and smooth, with an edge that made your skin crawl. “you keep talking like that, and you might just be my next victim.”

the tension between them was almost laughable, a taut string ready to snap at any moment. you could see doyoung bristle at the threat, but before he could retort, jennie suddenly turned to you, her enthusiasm cutting through the unease like a knife through butter. “please, you have to come to the party!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide and pleading as she grabbed your hands in hers. the intensity of her grip was almost desperate, as if the promise of a party was the only thing holding her together, a fragile thread of normalcy in the midst of the chaos.

you hesitated, your gaze flickering to taehyung, searching for some kind of direction, some sign of what you should do. his expression softened when your eyes met, and he offered you a reassuring smile, the kind that made your heart feel a little less heavy. “we’ll both be there,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm, as if the decision had already been made and all you had to do was follow his lead.

the words brought you a strange sense of comfort, the certainty in his tone a welcome anchor in the storm of uncertainty swirling around you. but even as you nodded in agreement, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered that something wasn’t right, that the veneer of normalcy everyone was so desperately clinging to was nothing more than a fragile illusion.

the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows as the five of you walked down the quiet street. the events of the day lingered like a dark cloud, your minds still grappling with the gruesome details of hyein's fate. the air was thick with tension, and despite the occasional attempts at levity, the unease was palpable. doyoung was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with a mix of morbid fascination and disbelief. “i still can’t believe they found her liver just—out there like that.”

you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, the imagery all too vivid in your mind. without thinking, you corrected him, your voice soft yet firm. “it wasn’t her liver, doyoung. it was her pancreas.” the group fell silent for a moment, the words hanging in the air.

you caught taehyung’s gaze, and he shot you a look you couldn’t quite decipher. there was something in his eyes—concern, perhaps, or maybe a hint of something else, something deeper. whatever it was, it made your heart skip a beat, and you quickly looked away, the weight of his gaze too much to bear. jennie, walking beside you, shuddered visibly, wrapping her arms around herself as if to ward off the chill that had settled over the group. “okay, enough,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “i think it’s time we drop that topic.”

kai agreed, his grin widening as he spoke. “yeah, i agree. i can only imagine how much paincreas she was in,” he quipped, cackling at his own words. jennie rolled her eyes and slapped him on the back, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. “shut up. seriously, that’s not funny.”

but this time, even doyoung couldn’t suppress a giggle, the absurdity of the situation making the dark humor almost a relief. it was as if the laughter, however inappropriate, was a way to break the tension, to remind yourselves that you were still alive, still capable of feeling something other than fear. the conversation ebbed and flowed as you continued down the street, the familiar path to your house growing shorter with each step. the streetlights flickered on, casting pools of golden light on the pavement, but even their warm glow couldn’t chase away the shadows that seemed to cling to the edges of your vision.

as you neared your house, you felt a strange reluctance to part ways with taehyung. the thought of entering the cold, empty space alone filled you with a sense of dread you couldn’t quite shake. when you finally reached your gate, you stopped and turned to him, your heart heavy with unspoken fears. he paused as well, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. without a word, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. you leaned into him, the warmth of his body a welcome contrast to the chill that had settled over you. his hands moved up to brush the hair from your forehead, his touch tender and careful, as if you were something fragile.

he bent down, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. “call me if you need anything,” he murmured, his voice a soft, reassuring whisper that seemed to ease some of the tension in your chest. you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper as you replied, “i will.”

you lingered for a moment longer, not wanting to let go of the comfort he provided, but eventually, you pulled back, giving him a small, grateful smile. with one last look, you turned and walked up the path to your door, the weight of the day settling back over you as taehyung’s presence faded into the background. the door creaked open as you stepped inside, the silence of the house pressing in on you from all sides. you locked the door behind you, the sound of the bolt sliding into place echoing in the empty space. the house was quiet—too quiet—every creak and groan of the old wood magnified in the stillness.

the house was too quiet, a silence that stretched on like a taut string ready to snap. you busied yourself with chores, trying to ignore the nagging unease that clung to you. the laundry was first, the rhythmic hum of the machine a welcome distraction. you folded the clothes mechanically, your mind wandering to a time when life was simpler, safer. as you dusted the shelves, your eyes landed on a framed photograph—a moment frozen in time, a memory that both warmed and shattered your heart.

it was a picture of you and your dad, taken years ago. you were both smiling, your faces lit up with pure joy. it was a candid shot, one of those rare moments when everything felt right in the world. but now, as you stared at it, the smile faded from your lips, replaced by a deep frown. his passing had taken a toll on you, a wound that had never fully healed. the grief was always there, lurking beneath the surface, ready to pull you under if you let your guard down.

with a sigh, you placed the picture back on the shelf and moved to the living room, sinking into the couch. the cushions were soft, enveloping you in their warmth, but the comfort was fleeting. the emptiness of the house pressed in on you, a reminder of just how alone you were. you reached for your phone, half expecting a text from taehyung, but nothing. just silence.

you had just begun to relax when your phone buzzed, startling you. you glanced at the screen, expecting to see taehyung's name, but there was no number—just a blank space where the caller id should have been. your heart skipped a beat, a cold finger of dread tracing down your spine. you hesitated, thumb hovering over the screen, before finally answering. “hello?” your voice wavered slightly, betraying your nerves.

for a moment, there was nothing—just the faint crackle of static on the other end. then, a voice, low and smooth, sent a chill straight to your bones. “hello, (y/n).”

you froze, the phone clutched tightly in your hand. the sound of your name, spoken by a voice you didn’t recognize, filled you with a fear unlike anything you had ever felt. your throat tightened, and it took all your strength to force out the words. “who is this?” the voice chuckled, a sound that made your skin crawl. “you could guess, but you’d never get it right.”

you scoffed, trying to mask your fear with bravado. “and what do i get if i guess right?”

silence. the kind that pressed in on you, that made you hyperaware of every creak and groan of the house. your breath caught in your throat, and just as you were about to speak again, you heard it—a knock at the door. “you get to live.”

you jumped, heart slamming against your ribcage, eyes darting toward the front door. “who’s there?” the voice on the other end of the line was calm, almost amused. “gonna get that?”

your hand trembled as you slowly rose from the couch, every instinct screaming at you to run. you grabbed a knife from the kitchen, the cold steel a poor comfort against the growing terror. with shaky steps, you approached the door, peering through the peephole. nothing. the porch was empty, the street beyond quiet. but the knocking persisted, louder now, more insistent. only, it wasn’t coming from the door anymore. it was coming from the living room.

panic surged through you, and you bolted up the stairs, heart pounding in your chest like a drum. you reached your bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it behind you. your breath came in ragged gasps as you fumbled with the window, pushing it open just in case you needed to escape. with trembling hands, you dialed taehyung’s number. the ringing felt like an eternity, each second stretching on, until finally, his voice broke through the terror. “(y/n)? are you okay?”

“tae, someone’s trying to break in,” you whispered, your voice tight with fear. “i don’t know what to do.”

“i’ll be right there. where are you?” his voice was steady, a lifeline in the midst of the chaos. “by the window,” you managed to say, your eyes darting around the room, every shadow a potential threat. the minutes that passed felt like hours. the house was eerily quiet now, the knocking having ceased, but the fear remained, coiled tight in your chest. you stared out the window, your eyes straining in the darkness for any sign of movement.

then, a hand on the window frame startled you, and you almost screamed before realizing it was taehyung. he climbed up with surprising ease, slipping through the window and into your room. he took one look at your pale face and pulled you into a tight embrace, his presence grounding you. “i checked around,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “there’s no one outside.”

before you could respond, the knock came again—this time, from the bedroom door. both of you froze, fear rippling through the room like a cold wind. taehyung’s eyes met yours, wide with terror, as he fumbled for his phone, quickly dialing the police. “they’ll be here soon,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. but the knocking grew more persistent, more aggressive, until it turned into a pounding that echoed through the walls.

“we have to go,” he urged, guiding you toward the window. with his help, you climbed out, the cool night air a stark contrast to the suffocating tension inside. you both dropped to the ground, crouching in the shadows at the front of the house, waiting. his arms were around you, holding you close as you both tried to steady your breathing. when the police arrived, you could barely speak, your voice trembling as you told them that the intruder was inside. they moved quickly, guns drawn, disappearing into the house while you and taehyung waited outside, the minutes dragging on like hours.

when the officers finally emerged, their faces were blank, offering no comfort. “there’s no one inside,” one of them said, his tone flat. “we’ve checked every room, every closet. there’s no sign of anyone.” you stared at him, your mind reeling. “but we heard it. the knocking—it was real. it was there.”

the officer exchanged a glance with his partner, then turned to taehyung, suspicion creeping into his voice. “so, you just happened to be around when all this was going on?” you bristled at the insinuation, stepping forward to defend him. “i called him. he was on the phone with me when the knocking happened. he heard it too.”

the officer’s skepticism remained, but he didn’t press the issue. “we’ll look for any evidence, but in the meantime, it might be best if you stayed somewhere else tonight. just to be safe.” yaehyung tightened his grip on you, his voice gentle as he spoke. “you can stay at my place. we’ll figure this out.” numbly, you nodded, too exhausted and too terrified to argue. as you walked away from the house that had once been your sanctuary, you couldn’t shake the feeling that nothing would ever feel safe again.

the drive to taehyung’s house was a blur, the streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights, casting long shadows that danced in the corners of your vision. the night air was cool against your skin, but it did little to ease the tension coiled in your chest. his hand rested on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles in an attempt to comfort you, but even his familiar touch couldn’t chase away the lingering fear that clung to you like a second skin.

when you finally arrived, his home felt like a haven, a place where the outside world couldn’t reach you. the house was warm, the lights soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the chilling events of the night. as you stepped inside, taehyung closed the door behind you, locking it with a deliberate click, and for a moment, the sound felt like a promise of safety.

“hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he took your hand, guiding you further into the house. “you’re safe now, okay? the police will handle it.” you nodded, though the reassurance felt hollow, your mind still replaying the nightmarish events that had unfolded. but when he pulled you into his embrace, his warmth seeped into you, grounding you in the present. his arms wrapped around you securely, his chin resting on the top of your head as you sank into his touch, allowing yourself to relax, even if just a little.

“you shouldn’t be so worked up,” he continued, his voice a gentle murmur against your ear. “the police will do their job. i won’t let anything happen to you.”

“i hope so,” you whispered back, your words muffled against his chest. the tension in your shoulders eased slightly as his hand came up to stroke your hair, his touch light and tender.

for a moment, the world outside didn’t exist—there was only taehyung, his presence a balm to your frayed nerves. he tilted your chin up with a soft touch, his eyes searching yours, and in that moment, all the fear, all the anxiety seemed to melt away. he leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was sweet and tender, a promise that he was here, that he would keep you safe.

when he pulled back, a small, playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “wanna watch a scary movie?” he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a laugh bubbling up despite the night’s events. you slapped his chest lightly, the familiar gesture bringing a sense of normalcy that you desperately needed. “are you serious right now?”

“just trying to lighten the mood,” he chuckled, leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss, this one deeper, more lingering. his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he kissed you, slow and gentle, as if trying to convey all the things he couldn’t put into words. when he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and you found yourself smiling despite everything. “you’re terrible,” you whispered, though there was no bite to your words.

“but you love me anyway,” he murmured back, his voice soft, his breath warm against your lips. the two of you stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away. eventually, he led you to the couch, pulling you down beside him. the room was dimly lit, the soft glow from a nearby lamp casting a warm light over the space, making everything feel intimate and safe.

he wrapped a blanket around the both of you, cocooning you in warmth, and you curled up against his side, your head resting on his shoulder. his arm draped over you, holding you close, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of your thoughts. “don’t worry,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. “we’ll figure this out. you don’t have to be afraid. not when i’m here.”

you nodded, closing your eyes as you let his words wash over you, his voice a soothing lullaby that chased away the remaining shards of fear. with him by your side, it was easier to believe that everything would be okay, that the nightmare would soon be over. he pressed another kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your arm. “i’ll be here all night. i’m not going anywhere.”

“good,” you murmured, snuggling closer to him, your body finally starting to relax. “because i’m not letting you out of my sight.” he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest, and you felt the last of your anxiety ebb away, replaced by a sense of calm that only he could bring. the fear that had gripped you so tightly earlier seemed distant now, a shadow that couldn’t reach you in the warmth of his embrace.

the morning light filtered through the tall windows of the school hallway, casting long, warm beams that danced across the polished floors. the steady hum of student chatter filled the air, a comforting reminder of normalcy after the events of the previous night. you walked beside jennie, her presence a familiar comfort as you made your way through the crowded halls. her eyes sparkled with curiosity, as they always did, but today there was an edge of concern in her gaze as she glanced over at you. you could feel her watching you, waiting for you to speak, but you kept your thoughts to yourself, still trying to shake off the lingering unease from the night before.

when you finally neared your locker, you stopped, your hand hovering over the cool metal handle. she paused beside you, leaning against the neighboring locker with a casual grace that was so quintessentially her. the buzz of the hallway seemed to fade as you turned to face her, knowing that you couldn’t keep it from her any longer. “so,” you began, your voice low, tinged with the weight of what you were about to share. “something happened last night.” her eyebrows shot up, her expression instantly serious. “what? what happened?”

you took a deep breath, the memories of the night before flooding back with a cold, creeping dread. “someone tried to break into my house.” her eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. “oh my god, are you okay? what happened? tell me everything.”

you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady as you recounted the events. “o was doing some chores, just trying to unwind, and then i got a call. no number, just this voice,” you trailed off, shuddering at the memory of that cold, taunting voice. “what did they say?” jennie asked, her voice hushed, as if speaking too loudly would summon the terror back.

“they knew my name,” you continued, “and they told me to answer the door. i armed myself with a knife and checked the peephole, but no one was there. then i heard the knocking again, but it was coming from inside the house.” her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. “fuck, that’s terrifying.”

“it was,” you admitted, the fear from the night before still fresh in your mind. “i ran upstairs and locked myself in my room. called tae, and he came over right away.” her expression softened at the mention of taehyung’s name, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “so, you really spent the night at his place?”

you nodded, your own lips curving into a faint smile as you thought of how safe you’d felt with him. “yeah, he was the only thing holding me together.” her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she leaned in a little closer. “and? did he give it to you good?”

you scoffed, playfully swatting her arm. “as if,” you said, rolling your eyes at her insinuation. “It wasn’t like that.” she leaned back against the locker, crossing her arms over her chest as she regarded you with a knowing smile. “you should totally let him. he’s hot, (y/n). he’s such a catch.”

her words hung in the air between you, and you couldn’t help but let them sink in. taehyung was indeed a catch—kind, protective, and undeniably handsome. but before you could dwell on those thoughts, you shot jennie a playful look. “kai must not be hitting it good enough, huh?” she rolled her eyes dramatically, a groan slipping past her lips. “i wish. we’ve been going at it like rabbits.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you, the tension from the night before melting away in the face of her candidness. “gross,” you teased, pretending to gag as you elbowed her lightly. the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the usual banter and teasing between you providing a much-needed distraction from the horrors that had gripped you less than twelve hours ago. the fear and uncertainty that had weighed so heavily on you felt distant now, replaced by the slightest of warmth.

the walk to kai's house was filled with the soft murmurs of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the sound of your footsteps against the pavement. the night was crisp, the air cool against your skin, making you pull your jacket a little tighter around your shoulders. taehyung walked beside you, his presence warm and reassuring. every so often, his hand would brush against yours, a small reminder that he was there, keeping close.

doyoung sidled up to you with a grin. his eyes sparkled under the streetlights, and he leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur meant just for you. “you look stunning tonight,” he said, his tone sincere, his gaze lingering on you for a moment too long.

you smiled at the compliment, feeling a slight warmth in your cheeks. “thanks, do,” you replied, the words leaving your lips with a casual ease, though you could feel the tension brewing beside you. taehyung’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flicking to him with a sharpness that was hard to miss. his jaw tightened, the muscles flexing as he clenched his teeth, the protective side of him bubbling to the surface. there was something possessive in the way he looked at doyoung, a silent warning that needed no words.

the tension was palpable, but doyoung, ever oblivious or simply choosing to ignore it, continued on, walking ahead with his usual carefree demeanor. jennie shot you a knowing look, her lips curling into a slight smirk. she knew taehyung well enough to catch the subtle shift in his mood, and it amused her to no end.

kai’s house came into view, a beacon of chaos and noise at the end of the street. even from a distance, you could hear the music thumping, the bass reverberating through the ground, sending small vibrations up your legs. the front yard was littered with people, some standing in clusters, others sprawled out on the grass, red cups in hand. the porch light flickered, casting an eerie glow over the scene, adding to the sense of wild abandon that hung in the air. the unease you had felt earlier began to creep back in, settling like a cold weight in the pit of your stomach. something about the atmosphere tonight felt off, as if the darkness held secrets just waiting to be unveiled. you tried to shake it off, telling yourself it was just nerves, the remnants of the fear from last night clinging to you like a shadow.

as you approached the front steps, kai burst out of the front door, his grin wide and mischievous. he didn’t waste a second before throwing his arms around jennie, lifting her effortlessly off the ground as she squealed with delight. he spun her around, her laughter mixing with the thumping bass, and when he finally set her down, his eyes found yours.

“the most important thing tonight,” he began, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music, “is to have fun.” his grin widened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something almost ominous as he added, “and to not die.”

doyoung, ever the skeptic, rolled his eyes, pushing past him with a dismissive wave. “dramatic much?” he muttered, disappearing into the throng of people inside the house. kai just chuckled, a low sound that sent a shiver down your spine. but before you could dwell on it, you felt taehyung’s hand slip into yours, his fingers lacing through yours with a comforting warmth. he turned to you, his gaze softening as he took in your expression, the worry etched in the lines of your face.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice low, meant just for you. you forced a smile, squeezing his hand in return. “i will be after a drink.” as if he had anticipated your need, he pulled a beer from behind his back, presenting it to you with a small, reassuring smile. you took it, grateful for the distraction, and popped the cap off, taking a long, deep sip. the cold liquid slid down your throat, a welcome relief that eased some of the tension coiled inside you.

the scene at the party was an absolute shitshow, a whirlwind of chaos and drunken revelry. people were everywhere, crowding the small space, their voices raised in raucous laughter and slurred conversation. bottles were scattered across the floor, some still full, others empty and abandoned. the smell of alcohol and sweat hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of cigarette smoke and something sweet, like pot.

the lights inside were dim, casting long shadows across the room, making it hard to see more than a few feet in front of you. the music was loud, almost too loud, vibrating through the walls and making it difficult to think. everywhere you looked, there was a new scene of debauchery—people making out in corners, others dancing with reckless abandon, the whole place a pulsing, chaotic mess.

you were still taking in the wild scene when suddenly, out of nowhere, a bottle flew across the room, headed straight for you. before you could even react, taehyung was there, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you down, helping you duck just in time to avoid the glass projectile. the bottle shattered against the wall behind you, the sound of breaking glass cutting through the music. taehyung was up in an instant, turning on the guy who had thrown it, his eyes flashing with anger as he shoved the guy hard into a nearby table.

“what the fuck is your problem?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. the guy, clearly drunk out of his mind, raised his hands in defense, his eyes wide with fear. “it was an accident, man. i swear.”

you quickly grabbed taehyung’s arm, pulling him back. “it’s okay, tae. it’s fine. just let it go.” he hesitated, his body still tense with anger, but finally, he stepped back, though not without giving the guy one last warning glare. kai appeared out of nowhere, slipping between them with a grin, trying to diffuse the situation. “it’s a party, man,” he said, clapping a hand on taehyung’s shoulder. “shit happens.”

taehyung didn’t look convinced, but he let it go, turning his attention back to you before glancing at jennie, his voice monotone. “we’re out of beer. you should grab some more from the garage.”

jennie pouted, crossing her arms. “that’s so far away, though.” kai just laughed, giving her a playful slap on the ass. “yeah, come on, it’s not that far. i’ll owe you one.”

she rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smile on her lips as she finally agreed. “fine, but you better make it up to me later.” as she headed off toward the garage, kai turned back to you with a grin. but you barely registered his presence, your thoughts still on taehyung, on the way he had jumped to your defense without hesitation. it was comforting, knowing he had your back, but the tension in his eyes as he watched you made your heart race for reasons you weren’t quite ready to examine.

jennie let out an exaggerated sigh as she trudged across the backyard, the cool night air sending a shiver down her spine. she wrapped her arms around herself, not so much from the cold, but from the irritation bubbling beneath her skin. of all the things she could be doing at kai’s party, fetching more beer wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. “this is so far,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she stomped her way to the garage. “and of course, i’m the one who has to go get it. stupid kai and his stupid beer.”

she reached the garage and yanked the door open with a bit more force than necessary, the hinges creaking in protest. the garage was dimly lit, a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows that made the space feel smaller than it was. jennie flicked the light switch near the door, and the fluorescent lights buzzed to life, flooding the garage with harsh, artificial light.

“ugh,” she groaned, dragging her feet as she made her way to the old fridge in the corner. rhe fridge was ancient, its white paint chipped and peeling, but it still worked, and that was all that mattered to kai. she opened the fridge door, the cold air rushing out to meet her as she leaned down to grab the bottles of beer. “he better make this up to me,” she muttered to herself, annoyed that she had to be the one to do this. she piled a few bottles into her arms, balancing them carefully as she reached for more.

just as she was about to stand, the lights in the garage flickered once before plunging the entire space into darkness. she froze, her heart skipping a beat as the sudden darkness enveloped her. she stayed crouched, the bottles still clutched in her arms, the cold seeping through the glass and into her skin.

“kai, that’s so not funny,” she called out, her voice echoing off the walls of the garage. the only response was silence, thick and oppressive, pressing down on her from all sides. her irritation quickly turned to anger, the darkness feeding her frustration. she straightened up, holding the bottles close to her chest as she scanned the garage, though she could see nothing. “i swear to god, if you don’t turn the lights back on, i’m gonna kick your ass.” the darkness seemed to stretch on forever, the silence gnawing at her nerves. then, just as suddenly as they had gone out, the lights flickered back on.

jennie’s breath caught in her throat, her heart slamming against her ribs as she found herself face to face with a masked figure. the mask was featureless, a smooth, blank surface that revealed nothing of the person behind it. the eyes and mouth, low and pitch black. the cloaked figure was standing by the exit, blocking her only way out, their presence looming like a dark shadow over her. one of the bottles slipped from her grasp, falling to the concrete floor with a shattering crash that seemed to echo in the now deathly quiet garage. her pulse roared in her ears, her mind racing as panic set in.

the figure didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, just stood there, watching her with an unnerving stillness. jennie was walled in, the only other exit behind her, too far to reach before the figure could close the distance. she could feel the adrenaline surging through her veins, her body screaming at her to move, to do something. without thinking, she grabbed one of the remaining bottles and hurled it at the figure with all her strength. the glass smashed against the figure’s shoulder, and they staggered back slightly, but it wasn’t enough to knock them down. a second bottle followed, then a third, each one flying through the air with a desperation born of fear.

“fuck!” she spat, her voice trembling as she reached for the button to open the garage door. she pressed it frantically, over and over, willing the door to rise faster. the mechanism groaned in response, the door inching upward at a painfully slow pace. she dropped the last bottle, her hands shaking as she crouched down, trying to crawl under the rising door. her breath came in short, panicked gasps, her chest tight with terror as the door seemed to move at a snail’s pace. the cold concrete scraped against her palms and knees as she scrambled to escape.

but just as she was about to slip out, the figure reached up and pressed the button, sending the door back down with a jarring thud. her heart lurched in her chest as she realized what was happening, her eyes widening in horror.

“no, no, no!” she cried, scrambling to get out before the door closed completely. But the figure was faster, their gloved hand latching onto the hem of her dress, yanking her back with a force that sent her sprawling. the garage door continued its descent, trapping her underneath as it closed, her body pinned against the cold concrete. she tried to crawl out, to free herself, but the door kept coming down, pressing her harder into the ground. her screams were muffled by the steel, the sound of her panic echoing in the confined space.

the figure watched, their head tilted to the side as if they were considering something. then, with a chilling calmness, they spoke, their voice low and mocking.

“did all the work for me,” the figure said, their tone laced with satisfaction as jennie’s body was slowly crushed beneath the door. her breath came in ragged gasps, her mind reeling from the pain, the sheer terror of what was happening to her. her screams caught in her throat as the door finally settled, the cold metal pressing down on her chest, crushing the air from her lungs. her vision blurred, her world narrowing to the intense pain and the horrifying realization that she was about to die.

“quite the catch,” the figure said, their voice cold and detached as they watched jennie’s body twitch beneath the door. there was no pity, no remorse in their tone, just a chilling satisfaction as her life slipped away. the last thing she heard before the darkness swallowed her whole was the figure’s voice, echoing in the stillness of the garage, a final, cruel taunt as she slipped into oblivion.

the soft thrum of bass-heavy music from the party downstairs barely reached kai's bedroom, muffled by the thick walls and closed door. you lay sprawled across his king-sized bed, the silken sheets cool against your flushed skin. the room spun slightly from the alcohol, your limbs heavy and loose as you sank deeper into the mattress, too intoxicated to care about anything else. the world outside the door, the raucous chaos of the party, felt miles away as you closed your eyes, letting the comfort of the bed envelop you.

a faint knock echoed through the room, so soft you barely registered it. in any other state, the sound would’ve sent a jolt of fear through your system, but now, it was almost comforting, a familiar rhythm that set your heart at ease. there was no hesitation, no sense of dread—just a warmth spreading through your chest as the door creaked open.

a smile tugged at your lips, lazy and affectionate, as you watched him enter. he was as disheveled as you were, the same unsteady, drunken sway to his movements. His presence filled the room, the air thickening with an almost electric charge as he crossed the threshold, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“hey, you,” you murmured, your voice slurred with alcohol and affection. he didn’t respond with words, just a knowing smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. the black and white mask obscured his features, but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes, the way he looked at you with a mixture of desire and something darker, something more dangerous. he was right in front of you now, and you didn’t hesitate. your hands reached out, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him down onto the bed with you. he let out a surprised laugh as he collapsed on top of you, his body warm and solid against yours.

“how do you expect me to kiss you with this mask on?” you teased, your fingers already slipping beneath the edges of the mask, tugging it off his face. he didn’t resist, letting you reveal the familiar features beneath, the sharp lines of his jaw, the fullness of his lips twisted into a smirk that made your heart race. the black cloak he wore was loose, the fabric cool beneath your hands as you traced your fingers over it, feeling the muscles tense beneath his clothes. his smile widened, a glint of something wicked in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“it’s still dirty,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. taehyung paused, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he continued, “you must’ve gotten her good.”

your heart skipped a beat, the world slowing down for a moment as his words sank in. the meaning behind them, the dark thrill of your shared secret, sent a rush of adrenaline through your veins, chasing away the last remnants of drunken haze. you pressed your knee into his clothed crotch, feeling the way his breath hitched, the way his body reacted to your touch. “she did all the work for me,” you whispered, your voice low and seductive, a smirk playing on your lips as you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his neck. he groaned softly, his hands tightening their grip on you as you continued, “hanging from the door like a flag, you should’ve seen it.”

his eyes darkened, a feral hunger in his gaze as he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. he leaned in closer, his lips hovering over yours as he whispered, “you’re gonna get us caught if you keep pulling this shit.” a moan slipped past your lips as his thumb pressed against your lower lip, his eyes locked on yours as you parted your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth. you could taste the salt of his skin, the faintest hint of alcohol lingering on him as you swirled your tongue around his thumb, drawing a deep groan from his chest.

“she had it coming for talking about you the way she did,” you murmured around his thumb, your voice muffled but clear in its intent. his thumb left your mouth, trailing down to spread the spit across your lips, smearing the wetness in a way that made your breath catch. “just like hyein,” you added, your voice a breathy whisper as you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. taehyung’s smirk grew wider, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned down, pressing a single kiss to your lips, soft and fleeting.

“getting yunho was just as easy,” he purred, his voice like silk as it wrapped around you, making your head spin with the implications of his words. his lips hovered over yours, the tension between you crackling like electricity. “no one gets to look at you the way i do.”

and then, the distance between you vanished, his lips crashing into yours with a heat that seared through your entire being. the kiss was intense, a wild clash of tongues and teeth, a desperate, all-consuming need that neither of you could ignore. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as his hand tightened around your throat, the pressure just enough to make your head swim, to make you gasp against his mouth. he devoured you, his kiss rough and demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he needed to mark you, claim you as his in every way possible. and you let him, every fiber of your being surrendering to the dark, twisted desire that had brought you both to this moment, your shared secret binding you together in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you, locked in a passionate embrace that threatened to consume you both.

his other hand found its way to your chest, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt, pushing it aside to expose your bare skin to the cool air. he broke the kiss, his eyes raking over your body with a hunger that left you trembling. “so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as his thumb circled one of your nipples, watching it pebble beneath his touch. you arched into his hand, a soft moan escaping your lips as he pinched it lightly, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. your hips bucked against his, desperation building in your core, the need for more overwhelming you. he chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving yours as he bent his head, his mouth closing over your sensitive tit, his teeth grazing it just hard enough to make you cry out.

the sound of fabric tearing filled the room as he ripped your shirt away completely, his mouth moving to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your nails digging into his back as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. taehyung’s hand trailed down your stomach, slipping into the waistband of your pants, his fingertips grazing your wet pussy. the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you moan his name, a desperate plea for more. without warning, he pulled his hand away, leaving you panting and needy.

he sat back on his heels, his eyes on your flushed face, the smug look in his eyes making your stomach clench. “you want it?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “want me to fuck you like the slut you are?” you nodded, unable to form words, your eyes never leaving his. with a wicked grin, he stood up, pulling you with him so that you were on your knees in front of him.

“then prove it,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “take my cock out and suck it like you’ve never had anything better in your mouth.” you eagerly complied, your hands shaking as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard length. you took it in your mouth, the taste of him making your eyes roll back in your head, the way he filled you up making you feel so fucking alive. he groaned, his hand fisting in your hair as he began to fuck your mouth, his hips driving into you with a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. and you loved every second of it, the feel of him stretching your lips, the way his cock hit the back of your throat, the power he had over you in that moment. it was intoxicating, addictive, a dance of control and submission that you never wanted to end. but he needed it to end, he needed to fill you up. before doing so, he needed a taste of you.

he pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, his eyes glazed with lust as he stepped back, pushing you onto the bed. “turn over,” he ordered, his voice firm. you did as you were told, your heart racing as you felt him climb onto the bed behind you. your pants were already around your ankles, your pussy exposed and begging for his attention. his hand came down hard on your ass, the slap echoing in the quiet room, leaving a stinging heat in its wake. “spread your legs,” he demanded, and you obeyed, feeling vulnerable and exposed in the best way possible. his hand moved between your legs, his fingers sliding through your wetness before pushing inside you, his thumb circling your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. his other hand wrapped around your throat again, the pressure building as he began to fuck you with his fingers, his thumb pressing down on your clit with every thrust. your moans grew louder, more desperate, your body writhing under his touch.

his voice was a harsh whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” you nodded, unable to form words as he worked your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. and then, just as you felt yourself about to fall over, he stopped, his hand leaving your pussy to come down on your ass again, the sting of the slap making you gasp. “you can’t cum until i’m inside you,” he said, his voice a mix of pleasure and threat. your pussy clenched around his fingers, desperate for more, and he chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

you watched, mesmerized, as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with your juices. “are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “yes, please,” you breathed, your voice shaky with anticipation. and then, with one swift, brutal thrust, he was inside you, filling you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. you screamed, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady cocktail that had you seeing white. he didn’t give you time to adjust, just began to fuck you, hard and fast, his grip on your throat tightening as he drove into you. your walls clamped down around him, your body desperately trying to keep him inside, to never let him go.

his hand left your throat, his fingers finding their way to your mouth, pushing themselves inside, making you gag. “suck them clean,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust. you obeyed, your mouth moving over his fingers, sucking them clean of your juices. the humiliation of it only added to the thrill, the taste of yourself on his fingers making you even wetter. and then, with his hand fisted in your hair, he pulled you back, his cock sliding out of you with a wet sound that made you whimper. “turn around,” he said, his voice dark. “i wanna see your face when i make you cum.”

you rolled onto your back, your legs spread wide, your pussy glistening with need. taehyung climbed over you, his cock poised at your entrance again. “ask for it,” he said, his eyes boring into yours. “please,” you whispered, your voice a desperate whine. “please, taehyung, fuck me. make me cum for you.” he didn't comply instantly, no. you watched him with careful, desperate eyes that, despite your intoxicated state, couldn't help but widen as you watched him pull the mask over his face. it shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, but the sight of him in the same mask you had on hours prior—it did it for you. as twisted and demented as he was, you didn't care. because, you were worse.

the mask was vicious, his clothed eyes gleaming with triumph as he slammed into you, his hips moving with a brutal rhythm that had you clawing at the bed, your nails digging into the sheets. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure. “you like that?” he asked, his voice taunting and muffled. “you like it when i fuck you like a whore?” you nodded, your eyes never leaving his, the words only serving to turn you on more. his hand moved from your hair to your tit, squeezing it hard, his thumb flicking at your nipple. “then cum for me, baby. cum all over my cock.” and just like that, with his words echoing in your ears.

you clawed at his arms when you finally came, your pussy clenching around his throbbing dick. you held onto him desperately, teary eyes boring into the mask's soulless, black ones as you came with a moan. you could feel his sloppy pace reaching its peak, his hips slamming against yours as he threw his head back, a loud moan passing his lips as his hips stuttered, every rope of thick, sticky cum filling you up.

the room was thick with the scent of sweat and lust, the sheets tangled around your limbs as you lay tangled with taehyung, your bodies glistening in the dim light. the frantic heat still lingered in the air, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you tried to catch it, your skin pressed against his. his arm was draped over your waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip as you both reveled in the afterglow, a sense of satisfaction and victory hanging between you.

but then, cutting through the hazy warmth of the moment, the shrill wail of police sirens pierced the night air. the sound was distant at first, but growing closer, louder, with each passing second. your heart seized in your chest, the intoxicating haze evaporating in an instant, replaced by a cold, hard fear. you could feel him tense beside you, his hand freezing on your hip as your wide eyes met his, panic flickering across his features. “shit,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. the reality of the situation crashed down on you, all traces of your earlier euphoria vanishing as the sirens drew nearer, the flashing blue and red lights casting an eerie glow through the window.

he was already moving, his body a blur of motion as he threw the sheets off, scrambling to grab the black and white mask that had been tossed carelessly to the floor in the heat of the moment. you followed suit, adrenaline surging through your veins as you hurried to pull on whatever clothes you could find scattered around the room. “we need to get out of here,” you urged him, your voice tight with urgency as you stumbled over to the window, throwing it open. the cool night air rushed in, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room, making you shiver as you glanced back at him.

taehyung was already folding the mask into the black cloak, his movements quick and efficient despite the tremor in his hands. he looked up at you, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and something else—something darker, more determined. “they can’t catch us,” he said, his voice low but firm as he stepped over to you, the cloak bundled in his arms. you nodded, swallowing hard as you glanced out the window, assessing the drop to the ground below. it wasn’t too high, but with the sirens growing louder by the second, it might as well have been a cliff.

“go,” you urged him again, your voice cracking with the weight of the situation. “i’ll be right behind you.” he didn’t need any more convincing. he hoisted himself up onto the windowsill, his movements fluid and practiced as he glanced back at you one last time, a flicker of something passing between you—a silent understanding, a promise.

and then he was gone, dropping down from the window, landing with a soft thud on the grass below. you wasted no time, clambering up onto the sill, your heart in your throat as you took one last look at the bedroom, at the scene you were leaving behind. you dropped down beside him, the impact jarring your legs, but you pushed through the discomfort, the fear driving you forward. he grabbed your hand the moment you landed, his grip firm and reassuring as he pulled you along, his pace quickening with each step.

you didn’t dare look back, the sound of the sirens now deafening, the flashing lights illuminating the surrounding trees as you ran. the world blurred around you, your focus narrowing to the path ahead, to the way taehyung’s hand fit so perfectly in yours, pulling you along, guiding you through the darkness. your lungs burned, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you pushed yourself harder, faster, refusing to slow down, to let the fear catch up to you. the night air was cold against your skin, the chill biting at your exposed flesh, but you didn’t care. all that mattered was getting away, putting as much distance between you and the house as possible.

his hands were shaking as he fumbled with the keys, the metal clinking ominously in the quiet of the night. your breath came in sharp, panicked bursts as you watched him struggle, the weight of your recent escape pressing heavily upon you. the police sirens had long since faded, but the tension remained, a palpable reminder of the chaos you had just fled.

he finally managed to get the key into the lock, but as he turned it, the door refused to budge. the sound of the bolt sliding back met with a soft click, and you could see the glow of light from within spilling out into the darkness. the door was locked, but the lights were on, a strange contradiction that only heightened the sense of unease swirling around you. his breath hitched, a mix of frustration and apprehension etched onto his face. he pushed against the door, his shoulder braced against it, and it swung open with a reluctant groan. the living room was illuminated, casting long shadows against the walls, and there, sprawled casually on the couch, was kai.

the sight of him froze you both in place. taehyung’s face was a mask of shock and confusion, and you felt a chill creep up your spine. kai’s manic grin was unmistakable, but there was a frenetic edge to it that sent a shiver down your back. he looked up at you both, his eyes wild and unblinking, a frenzied energy crackling around him.

“hey,” he said, his voice high-pitched, almost giddy. “just had a question. been nagging me the last three hours.”

the silence was oppressive, a heavy blanket that seemed to suffocate the room. kai’s eyes darted between you and taehyung, the intensity of his gaze sharpening as he continued, “which one of you killed my girlfriend?”

the words hung in the air like a thick fog, each syllable punctuated by a dreadful silence. your heart pounded in your chest as kai’s eyes fell on the cloak in taehyung’s hands. his laughter erupted suddenly, a jarring, discordant sound that had no trace of humor in it. “it couldn’t have been you,” he sneered, his voice dripping with a twisted sort of amusement. “no, it had to be her.”

his gaze turned toward you, darkening with malice. “you just had to, didn’t you?” you met his eyes with a steady resolve, stepping forward as you replied, “she had it coming.”

kai’s manic energy seemed to intensify, his movements erratic as he continued, “no, no, see, there’s a big difference. when i came to your place and fucked you over, you didn’t think for a second that it was me, did you?”

the revelation hit like a punch to the gut, leaving both you and taehyung stunned into silence. the room seemed to spin, the enormity of his words reverberating through you, punctuated only by his cackles that seemed to grow more unhinged with each passing second. “it’s a shame it had to end like this,” kai said, a dark satisfaction in his voice as he began to reach for his gun, his movements slow but deliberate.

without a moment’s hesitation, you drew your own pistol, the cold metal weight steady in your hand. the sharp report of the gunshot shattered the air, and his body lurched backward, the impact of the bullet slamming into his chest. he staggered, falling to the floor with a ragged gasp, his eyes wide with shock and pain. as he struggled, gasping for breath, you walked over to him with a calm, purposeful stride. his hand reached for his own gun, but you were quicker. you kicked it away, the weapon skidding across the floor, and then you knelt beside him, the barrel of your pistol still warm from the recent discharge.

“didn’t think for a second that i was armed too, did you?” you said, your voice low, almost mocking.

his eyes burned with anger and desperation, his mouth moving in a silent snarl as he reached out, his hand clawing at the floor. his breaths came in ragged, painful gasps, and you could see the life slipping from his eyes, a flicker of defiance lingering until the very end.

“you,” he managed to rasp, his voice barely a whisper now, filled with rage and betrayal. but the words were his last, the fire in his eyes fading to a cold, empty stare as the life drained from him. before he was gone, you leaned in closer, your gaze meeting his with a steely resolve. “say hi to jennie for us,” you said, your voice steady and unyielding.

hia eyes, still burning with that final spark of fury, locked onto you for one last, lingering moment before they went vacant. the struggle ceased, his body going limp, his anger dissipating into the silence of the room. you stood up slowly, your heart still pounding but with a different rhythm now, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders. taehyung moved closer, his hand resting on your back in a gesture of support and reassurance. the room was eerily quiet now, the chaos of the night giving way to a stillness that felt almost oppressive in its finality.

taehyung’s eyes were wide with uncertainty, a mix of shock and confusion etching deep lines into his features as he stared at the lifeless form of kai. he swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, “what do we do now?”

you took a moment, your mind racing through the aftermath of the night’s harrowing events. the weight of what had just happened pressed heavily upon you, and in the eerie stillness of the room, clarity emerged from the chaos. “call the cops,” you finally said, your voice firm and resolute. taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his shock evident. “call the cops?” he repeated, disbelief coloring his tone.

you nodded, tucking your gun away into the waistband of your jeans, the cold metal pressing against your skin as you covered it with your shirt. you moved with purpose, taking the cloak and mask from taehyung and placing the mask carefully next to kai’s head. the sight was almost surreal—a stark reminder of the roles you’d all played in this deadly game.

he hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen as he dialed the emergency number. “hello,” he said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. “there’s been an incident at my house. the killer was here, and my girlfriend shot him with his own gun.” he paused, listening intently as he relayed the details of the situation. after a brief exchange, he ended the call and turned back to you, his expression one of cautious resolve.

together, you both moved to dress kai in the cloak. the fabric was heavy, its dark color a stark contrast against the cold, pale skin of the deceased. taehyung’s movements were methodical, almost reverent, as he helped you fold the cloak around his body. the finality of the act was palpable, a grim reminder of the life that had been extinguished.

once he was dressed, you met taehyung’s gaze. there was a complex blend of relief and pride in his eyes, an acknowledgment of the darkness you both had been complicit in. “we did it,” he said softly, a faint, bittersweet smile curving his lips. in response, you reached up and kissed him, the touch of your lips against his both comforting and electric. the kiss was filled with unspoken words, a fleeting moment of intimacy amidst the turmoil.

the sound of sirens pierced through the quiet, growing louder as they approached. the flashing lights of the police cars bathed the exterior of the house in a strobe of red and blue, casting eerie shadows on the walls. you and taehyung stepped outside to meet the officers, the weight of the night’s events hanging heavily around you.

the cops moved swiftly, their professional demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos of the scene. they began by cordoning off the area, their voices authoritative as they directed one another. dorensics teams arrived, meticulously documenting the scene and examining kai’s body. the whole process felt like a surreal blur, the activity around you a stark contrast to the calm, unsettling stillness of the night before.

as the investigation unfolded, it was clear that the narrative being pieced together was one of self-defense. the officers and detectives, with their experience and training, quickly determined that kai had been the aggressor, and your actions had been in response to his threat. the cloak and mask beside him were interpreted as part of the killer’s disguise, lending further credence to the story that you had acted to protect yourself.

the official statement from the police was that kai had been the killer all this time, and your shooting him had been justified under the circumstances. you and taehyung were presented to the town as heroes—brave individuals who had faced down a menace and emerged victorious. the accolades were swift and fervent, with the local news and community rallying around you both. yet, beneath the veneer of heroism, a darker truth lingered unspoken. the town’s relief and gratitude masked the reality that you and taehyung had not simply acted in self-defense but had been players in a deadly game that had claimed more than its share of lives. the false sense of safety you projected contrasted sharply with the cold reality of the truth you both carried within.

in the aftermath, as you and taehyung stood side by side, the echoes of that night—the fear, the violence, the blood—remained with you. the town might have seen you as heroes, but you both knew the reality was far more complicated, a shadow that clung to you as you faced the new day with a somber understanding of the darkness that had driven you to this point.

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a/n: im ngl i was gonna kill taehyung off im being way too nice

three words (세 마디) – kim taehyung (김 태형)

✧.* WC: 17.1K

✧.* SYN: white lines and white lies, loose ends and fake friends. money used to be the answer to all of your problems, but some problems just can’t be solved with money. some problems just can’t be solved at all.

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the problems in your world were unlike those that others faced, but that wasn't entirely your fault. your life had always been a carefully curated mess, the kind that looked almost intentional. too many bottles of wine with names you could never quite pronounce, too many hits of something green that seemed to belong more in your hand than in anyone else’s, where it would have looked trashy, almost vulgar. white lines on glass tables and white lies whispered between teeth stained with the residue of indulgence. loose ends frayed in the chaos of your existence, each one tied to another false friend, another empty promise.

you had lived your life this way for as long as you could remember, drifting through the haze of late nights that bled into mornings, pretending that the simplicity you yearned for was just around the next corner, or at the bottom of the next glass. But somewhere along the line, the neat lines of your carefully managed chaos had tangled into something more sinister.

when had it all gotten so complicated? you couldn’t pinpoint the moment when the scales tipped, when the balance between indulgence and destruction tilted beyond repair. what was once a game of excess and appearances had become a reality that you no longer recognized, a world where the choices you made were no longer yours, where the control you once held slipped through your fingers like sand.

you found yourself lost in thought, tracing the thread of chaos back to its origins, trying to pinpoint the moment when everything had lost its rhythm. it was like trying to grasp smoke, the memories slipping through your fingers, elusive yet haunting. you had lived in the center of that storm for so long that it was hard to recall when the clouds had first gathered, but one memory stood out, crystallized in the haze of everything that followed.

it was an evening like so many others, the sky a muted shade of gray, as if even the heavens had grown weary. taehyung had been strolling alongside jungkook, his stride easy and unhurried, a joint dangling carelessly between his fingers. there was a sense of freedom in the way he moved, as if he belonged to the world in a way that you never quite could.

jungkook had been quieter than usual, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. he had scoffed, almost playfully, as taehyung brought the joint to his lips. “you’ve been smoking way too much, dude,” he had said, a hint of concern buried beneath the teasing. but taehyung had only shot him a look, one of those lazy, knowing smirks that always seemed to hide more than they revealed. without a word, he offered the joint to jungkook, his eyes gleaming with a challenge that only they could understand.

of course, he took it. it was a ritual, a shared understanding between them, one that you had never fully grasped. as he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs, taehyung had watched him closely, a slight tilt to his head as if he were assessing something. “you look like you could use it,” he had remarked, the words almost too casual, laced with an undercurrent of genuine curiosity. there was a pause, a moment where the world seemed to still, before he asked, “what’s on your mind?”

jungkook had sighed, the sound heavy with something unspoken, as he took another hit. he held the smoke in a second longer, as if drawing strength from it, before exhaling slowly and handing the joint back to taehyung. he could almost see the thoughts swirling behind his eyes, the way he wrestled with himself, trying to find the right words. when he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost resigned. “i made a mistake.”

taehyung had scoffed, the sound light and disbelieving. “the golden boy would never,” he had said, the nickname slipping from his tongue with a hint of sarcasm, as if the very idea was preposterous. but jungkook had only shaken his head, his steps faltering slightly as they continued down the street. “it’s really bad this time,” he had admitted, the words carrying a weight that was impossible to ignore.

that was when taehyung stopped, his usual nonchalance replaced by something far more serious. the easygoing smirk faded, replaced by a frown as he studied jungkook’s face, searching for something in his expression that would explain the sudden shift. without hesitation, taehyung had thrown the rest of the joint away, grinding it under his shoe with deliberate force, as if the act could somehow erase the gravity of the moment.

“jungkook,” he had said, his voice steady but laced with an uncharacteristic urgency, “what did you do?”

he had never seen fear in jungkook’s eyes before, not like that. it was raw, unguarded, a glimpse into a part of him that he rarely showed. the memory of that look had stayed with him, long after the moment had passed, seeping into his thoughts whenever you tried to piece together the fragments of his own life. it was there, in that fleeting second, that he realized how far you had all fallen, how deep the chaos had truly run. and yet, even then, none of you had fully understood it. not until it was too late.

the memory of your nineteenth birthday was etched into your mind, a night that had been meticulously planned, every detail tailored to perfection. you had orchestrated the entire event with the enthusiasm of someone who believed they could control the world, if only for one evening. with your best friend by your side and your mother’s credit card in hand, you had ensured that this night would be one to remember.

tzuyu had been eager, her energy contagious as she helped you plan every aspect of the celebration. you had noticed that she had been a bit off lately, her usual spark dimmed by something you couldn’t quite identify, but tonight, she seemed like her old self again. it was a relief to see her that way, smiling and carefree, and you were more than happy to indulge in the illusion that everything was fine.

the club had been your choice, a pulsating heartbeat of music and lights, where the world outside ceased to exist. the two of you had danced until the rhythm became a part of you, your movements in sync with the beat, as if the night itself was a celebration of your existence. the crowd, the noise, the flashing lights—all of it was a backdrop to the bond you shared, the laughter and the whispers that passed between you like secrets. when you finally left, it was with tzuyu by your side, the two of you slipping into the back of the sleek, black limo waiting outside. the city lights blurred into streaks of color as the car pulled away, and you reached for the champagne that had been chilling in the ice bucket. with a grin, you handed it to her, letting her take the honors.

ahe had popped the bottle with a delighted yelp, the sound of it echoing in the enclosed space. your laughter mingled with hers as she poured the bubbly liquid into two glasses, the bubbles rising like a cascade of stars. yhe glasses clinked softly as you raised them, her eyes sparkling with something akin to joy. “we should leave the boys some, too,” you had said, the words casual as you took a sip, the champagne crisp and cold against your tongue.

tzuyu’s head had snapped up at that, her expression shifting, her eyes searching yours. “the boys?” she echoed, the question hanging in the air between you. there was a pause, a slight hesitation before she continued, “taehyung and jungkook?”

you had nodded, the motion so natural, so obvious to you that you didn’t understand why she even questioned it. “yeah,” you replied, as if it were the most logical thing in the world. “would that be a problem?”

her laugh had been nervous, a sound that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “of course not,” she had answered quickly, almost too quickly, before turning her attention back to the champagne, refilling her glass with a focus that seemed a little too intense. the silence that followed was almost thick, hanging heavy in the air despite the supposed festivities. it was supposed to be a celebratory night, but the atmosphere had shifted, a subtle tension settling between you that hadn’t been there before.

it wasn’t long before the boys arrived, the limo door opening to reveal them stepping inside, their presence altering the dynamic instantly. taehyung slid in first, his eyes taking in the scene with a practiced ease, followed by jungkook, whose demeanor was noticeably subdued. you had immediately reached for him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a gesture that was as much habit as affection. your lips brushed against his cheek in a light kiss, a quiet greeting escaping your lips. “hey, baby.” he had returned the kiss, a brief peck on your cheek, but there was something off about it, a distance in the way he held himself, the way he didn’t say anything. you felt it, that something was missing, the usual warmth, the unspoken connection between you. his silence spoke volumes, filling the space with an unease you couldn’t ignore.

and then your eyes had met taehyung’s, a fleeting moment of eye contact that seemed to last longer than it should have. there was something in his gaze, something that made your heart skip a beat, an unsettling feeling that settled deep in your stomach. it was in that moment, in the way his eyes held yours, that you felt it—the weight of something unspoken, something just beyond your grasp, lingering in the air like a shadow. the atmosphere of the night had shifted, the joy and excitement tempered by a sense of unease that you couldn’t shake. whatever it was, you knew it had changed everything.

that night, as the champagne and the clamor of the club swirled together in a haze, you had found yourself slipping beyond the edge of reason. the celebratory atmosphere, once vibrant and intoxicating, had transformed into a foggy blur. the alcohol, your unwitting companion, had blurred the lines of your comprehension, rendering everything around you distant and distorted.

taehyung had been the first to notice your inebriated state, his concern barely masked beneath a veneer of casual detachment. the moment he saw you struggling to maintain your balance, his demeanor had shifted, becoming more focused and intent. jungkook and tzuyu, sensing the urgency of the situation, had both nodded in agreement when taehyung had offered to take you home. their willingness to step aside, allowing him to handle the responsibility, was tinged with a mixture of relief and reluctance.

as he guided you out of the limo and into the cool night air, you stumbled beside him, the world around you swaying unpredictably. his hand was steady on your back, offering a semblance of support as you leaned into him, your thoughts spilling out in slurred, incoherent fragments. “they’ve been acting so weird lately,” you had said, your voice thick with the weight of your inebriation. your feet fumbled with each step, nearly tripping over nothing, causing taehyung to steady himself as he guided you forward.

“who?” he had asked, his voice a mixture of concern and curiosity as he tried to keep you upright. “jungkook and tzuyu,” you had managed to articulate, the names coming out in a jumble. you had nearly taken him down with you, but he had managed to regain his footing, his grip on you firm and reassuring.

taehyung had sighed, a hint of bemusement in his tone as he responded, “yeah, they must be on their periods.” his attempt to lighten the situation with a touch of humor did little to quell the storm brewing inside you. you had leaned into his touch, seeking comfort as you stumbled along, his breath catching in his throat at the weight of the situation.

as you reached your building, taehyung had retrieved the keys from your purse, his movements steady despite the chaos around you. he had quietly opened the door and guided you inside, the familiar surroundings offering little solace in your disoriented state. his touch was gentle yet firm, leading you toward your room. when you collapsed onto your bed with a sigh, your hair tousled and makeup smeared, taehyung had settled beside you, his presence a steady anchor in the whirlwind of your emotions. the silence between you had been heavy, filled with unspoken words and unacknowledged truths.

“i’m sorry for not telling you sooner,” he had said, his voice breaking the silence with an unexpected vulnerability. his apology hung in the air, charged with an unspoken weight that you struggled to process. you had turned to him, your gaze unfocused yet searching, and asked quietly, “what do you mean?”

he had hesitated, the tension evident in the way he struggled to find the right words. “jungkook, he cheated on you with tzuyu,” he had finally admitted, his voice carrying the gravity of the confession. “it was for his nineteenth birthday, not too long ago. they both got drunk and let it happen.”

the words hit you like a physical blow, the shock of the revelation enough to make your stomach churn. you could hardly process the enormity of what you were hearing. your face remained a blank canvas, a mask of disbelief that hid the turmoil raging within. the shock and betrayal combined with the alcohol had caused you to heave, but you fought to keep your composure, even as a stray tear slipped down your cheek. taehyung had watched you with a look of genuine concern, his own face reflecting the weight of the confession. “are you okay?” he had asked softly, his eyes searching yours for a sign of how you were holding up.

you had nodded, your face still an inscrutable mask of calm. “of course i am,” you had said, your voice carrying a hollow edge. you had wiped the stray tear from your cheek, a gesture of self-reliance born from the realization that, ultimately, no one else would tend to your pain if not you. “i’m my mother’s daughter,” you had continued, the words dripping with a resigned bitterness. “what did i expect?”

the morning after the revelation had dawned on you with an oppressive weight, the remnants of sleep eluding you entirely. you had barely managed a few restless hours in the tangled sheets of your bed, your mind too frantic to find solace. the truth that taehyung had so courageously unveiled the night before replayed relentlessly in your thoughts. despite your own turmoil, you had promised him one thing: you wouldn’t tell a single soul it was he who had delivered the devastating news. he was the only one who had broken the silence, not your childhood boyfriend, not your childhood friend—just taehyung. that sense of betrayal, sharp and unrelenting, needed an outlet, and jungkook was the target.

you dialed his number with a resolve that left no room for hesitation. the message you left was terse and urgent, an unmistakable demand for his presence. the call was made with the singular intent of making him face what he had done. the hangover that should have plagued you was eclipsed by a burning rage that consumed every corner of your being, leaving no room for the dull ache of alcohol.

when jungkook finally arrived, his demeanor was casual, an oblivious ease that contrasted sharply with your seething anger. he knocked softly on the door before stepping in, and there you were, seated in the living room with an air of normalcy that belied the storm raging inside you. your robe was tightly wrapped around you, a newspaper spread over your lap, and a mimosa in your hand. the scene seemed almost serene, save for the smirk playing on your lips, a jarring anomaly in an otherwise composed setting.

jungkook’s gaze swept over you with a hint of confusion, his eyes scanning the room as he stepped inside. “what happened? is everything okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern that felt out of place given the circumstances. you put the newspaper aside with deliberate calm, taking a leisurely sip of your mimosa. your tone was laced with a blandness that only partially masked the fury beneath. “why wouldn’t it be?” you responded, your voice a veil over the storm raging inside.

his confusion deepened as he took in your demeanor. “you made it sound like an emergency,” he said, his brow furrowing as he tried to reconcile your apparent calm with the urgency of your call. you rose from the couch, every movement purposeful as you approached him. “it is,” you said, your voice cutting through the air like a blade. the room seemed to contract around you, the tension thick and suffocating.

as you neared him, you gave him one last scrutinizing look, taking in the sight of his relaxed, oblivious smile. “i had a question for you,” you said, your voice steady, almost eerily calm. jungkook’s smile remained, a complacent grin that belied his confusion. “sure, babe, what is it?” he asked, the affectionate term coming out as a painful irony.

you looked at him, that smile of his igniting the flames of your anger further. and then, with a sudden, sharp movement, you struck him. the force of your hand colliding with his cheek was enough to silence him, to shock him into the reality of the situation. the impact left a stinging imprint, a physical manifestation of the emotional upheaval you were feeling.

“did you fuck her good?” you demanded, your voice low and cutting.

the words seemed to hang in the air, each syllable weighted with the pain and betrayal you felt. jungkook’s face shifted from shock to realization, his eyes widening as the gravity of your question sank in. his once relaxed demeanor shattered, his hands became frantic as he tried to piece together the situation. “please, listen to me,” he stammered, his voice breaking. “it was a mistake. it was a mistake!”

you mimicked his earlier sweet smile with an icy twist, the gesture as false as it was cruel. “i wouldn’t hear you out even if you kneeled,” you said, each word deliberate and final. “get out, before i call security.”

the command was clear, leaving no room for negotiation or apology. jungkook’s pleas continued, but they fell on deaf ears as you turned away, the finality of your words hanging in the air like a guillotine. the door clicked shut behind him, a sound that resonated with the finality of an ending. in the silence that followed, you were left alone with the remnants of your anger and betrayal. the echoes of his desperate voice faded, leaving you with nothing but the harsh reality of the situation and the unyielding truth that you would face alone.

the weight of your actions had not yet fully settled, but your resolve was unshakable. you moved with a determined grace, the anger fueling your every step. you discarded your robe with an almost clinical precision, the soft fabric slipping from your shoulders as you reached for something more fitting for your mission. the casual dress you chose clung to you with a casual elegance, but it was the leather jacket that completed your ensemble, draped over your shoulders like a mantle of defiance. you needed to make a statement, and every detail of your appearance was a deliberate choice, a symbol of your readiness to confront the chaos head-on.

the drive to tzuyu’s penthouse was swift, your mind focused solely on the confrontation that awaited. when you arrived, you were greeted by her mother, a vision of warmth and hospitality. her bright smile was so unlike the storm brewing within you. “oh, it’s so nice to see you!” she exclaimed, her cheerfulness almost disorienting. “tzuyu didn’t mention you were joining us for breakfast.”

you returned her smile with practiced ease, masking the turbulence beneath. “it’s wonderful to see you, too,” you said, the words coming out with a politeness that barely concealed your intentions. “i actually didn’t come for breakfast, though,” you continued, your tone slipping into a more measured calm. “i don’t have much of an appetite.”

with that, you bypassed her, moving swiftly toward the door that led to tzuyu’s room. you didn’t wait for an invitation or further pleasantries; you entered with purpose, your stride unwavering. tzuyu, sprawled on her bed in a state of groggy confusion, looked up with an expression of surprise that bordered on innocent. “what’s with the surprise visit?” she asked, her eyes wide with an almost childlike curiosity. “did you sober up?”

you smiled, a tight, controlled expression that belied the seething anger just beneath. “i’ve definitely sobered up,” you said, letting the words hang in the air with an edge of finality. “how about you?” she sighed, rubbing her eyes as if to clear the fog of the morning. “i’m still feeling a bit groggy,” she admitted, her voice trailing off into a yawn. her obliviousness was almost unbearable, a contrast to the storm you were about to unleash.

the moment was charged with a palpable tension. you could feel your hand twitching, a physical manifestation of the anger you could no longer contain. before you could second-guess yourself, you allowed your hand to collide with her cheek with a sharp, decisive smack. the sound of the impact reverberated in the room, leaving a stinging silence in its wake. tzuyu’s eyes widened in shock, her face frozen in an expression of disbelief.

“maybe that’ll wake you up,” you said, the words cold and devoid of sympathy. her mouth opened as if to respond, but the ringing of her phone cut her off. both of you turned toward the sound, and the sight of jungkook’s name flashing on the screen seemed to crystallize the realization of what had transpired.

a derisive scoff escaped your lips as you watched her face drain of color, the realization dawning on her with a visceral impact. “i always knew you were a slut,” you said, each word deliberate and cutting. “never took you for a liar, too.”

her composure shattered, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to find words that would never come. the sight of her distress was almost satisfying, but you were beyond caring. you had come to deliver a message, and now that it was sent, you turned on your heel with a resolute finality. you left the room without a backward glance, the confrontation leaving behind a cold, echoing silence. your steps were purposeful as you made your way out, each footfall a reminder that you had not come for breakfast or for pleasantries. the meal you had served was one that was best served cold.

the limo door closed behind you with a soft thud, sealing you in the quiet, dimly lit interior. the rush of adrenaline from the encounter with tzuyu still lingered, but as you settled into the plush leather seat, a different kind of tension began to gnaw at you. your eyes drifted to your hand resting in your lap, the subtle tremor in your fingers drawing your attention. no matter how hard you squeezed your hand into a fist, the twitching refused to cease, a stubborn reminder of the morning’s confrontation.

“will we be going back home, miss?” the driver’s voice broke through your thoughts, his tone polite but indifferent, as though he hadn’t just ferried you from one battlefield to another. you forced yourself to regroup, pushing aside the flicker of doubt that threatened to creep in. “no,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. “there’s one more stop.”

the drive to taehyung’s hotel was brief, the city’s landscape a blur as you wrestled with the unrelenting twitch in your hand. the calm you had worked so hard to maintain was fraying at the edges, and by the time you arrived at the penthouse, the tremor had become a constant, unsettling presence. the door was unlocked when you arrived, a testament to the casual chaos that always seemed to surround taehyung. the minute it swung open, you were greeted by the overpowering musk of weed and cologne, the two scents mingling in a way that was almost nauseating. you stepped inside, barely managing to stifle the scoff that threatened to escape as you took in the familiar scene before you.

two girls emerged from the lit interior, their hair a mess of tangled curls, and their makeup smeared from what must have been a long night. they wore nothing but oversized shirts that you could only assume belonged to taehyung, the hemline barely grazing their thighs. the sneers they shot you were unmistakable, a territorial display that you found almost laughable.

and then, taehyung appeared. his hair was wet, droplets of water clinging to the strands as he emerged from what must have been a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. you rolled your eyes, too accustomed to his antics to be fazed by the sight. he caught your eye, a smirk playing on his lips as he used a towel to rub his hair dry. “please excuse their lack of manners,” he drawled, the arrogance in his voice palpable. “gangnam girls, what can i say?”

you rolled your eyes again, the gesture becoming almost second nature in his presence. “you’re disgusting,” you retorted, your voice laced with disdain. he laughed, the sound rich and careless, as though your insult had only amused him. “why did you stop by?” he asked, tilting his head in that infuriatingly casual way of his. “did you come by to partake in round two?”

the suggestion was enough to make you scrunch your face up in disgust. “not even in your wildest dreams.” his smirk only widened, and he turned to pour himself a drink, the clink of glass against glass echoing through the penthouse. your eyes followed the movement, landing on the amber liquid as it swirled in the glass. “a little early for a drink, isn’t it?” you asked, unable to keep the note of disapproval from creeping into your voice.

he downed the glass in one go, the smirk never leaving his lips as he shook his head. “never too early for some fun,” he replied, his voice casual. he paused, setting the glass down with a deliberate clink before adding, “i heard you had some fun of your own this morning.” his words took you by surprise, your carefully constructed plan to break the news to him first crumbling in an instant. “how do you know about that?” you demanded, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

taehyung merely shrugged, the movement languid as he refilled his glass. “i could only assume,” he said, his tone nonchalant, “given the missed calls from the ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend.” you stared at him, the surprise flickering across your face. “did you answer any of them?”

he chuckled, the sound low and amused. “i was a bit busy, as you saw.” another eye roll. “you’re awful,” you muttered, turning on your heel, ready to leave the chaos of his penthouse behind. but just as your hand reached for the door, his voice stopped you in your tracks.

“i’m opening my club tonight,” he said, the words hanging in the air between you. “aren’t you gonna come and show your support?” you turned back to face him, a scoff escaping your lips. “you’re really investing in a burlesque club?”

he shot you a look, one that was almost serious if it weren’t for the glint of mischief in his eyes. “i thought you knew art better than anyone else.” a sigh slipped past your lips, a mix of exasperation and reluctant acceptance. “fine,” you said, the word heavy with resignation. “i’ll be there.”

as you turned to leave, something caught your eye—a subtle change in taehyung’s expression. the smirk that usually adorned his lips had softened, replaced by something you hadn’t expected. a smile. not a smirk, not a taunt, but a genuine, warm smile. it was fleeting, barely there, but it left a lingering warmth in the room even after you had gone.

you returned home with a heavy weight on your shoulders, the events of the day replaying in your mind like a broken record. the penthouse, the limo, the tremor in your hand—all of it seemed to swirl together in a murky haze of emotions you could barely contain. the opulent surroundings of your home provided little comfort, the luxurious furnishings and sprawling space feeling more like a cage than a sanctuary.

you tried to distract yourself, lounging on the chaise in the living room, your fingers idly tracing the intricate patterns on the silk cushions. the house was quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that allowed your thoughts to echo louder than they should. but you refused to let your mind wander too far, knowing that if you did, the reality of everything would come crashing down.

and then, the quiet was interrupted by the soft click of heels against marble, a sound you recognized all too well. your mother entered the room, her expression unreadable as she approached you. she had a newspaper clutched in her hands, the edges crinkled from the way she held it, as if she had been gripping it tightly for some time. you looked up, meeting her gaze with a flicker of curiosity. “is everything okay?” you asked, your voice steady, though the knot in your stomach told you otherwise.

“i don’t know,” she replied, her tone careful, measured. she paused, then spread the newspaper open in front of you, laying it on the coffee table with a deliberate slowness that only added to the tension. “you tell me.”

your eyes fell on the display, the bold headline, the accompanying photo. it took a moment for the image to register, for the reality of what you were seeing to sink in. but when it did, it hit you like a freight train. the photograph was unmistakable—jungkook and tzuyu, walking side by side, their hands intertwined as if they belonged together. the smile on his face, the way she leaned into him—it was a picture-perfect moment, captured by a photographer who had been in the right place at the worst possible time.

but it was the headline that truly did you in, the words glaring back at you with a finality that made your stomach churn. an engagement confirmed, jeon jungkook and chou tzuyu set to wed. it was a fatal blow, one that you hadn’t seen coming, one that you hadn’t even known was on the horizon. the engagement—their engagement—was something you hadn’t even heard about until now, and the shock of it made the room tilt around you.

you felt your whole world come crashing down in an instant, the ground shifting beneath your feet. the bile rose in your throat, and for a moment, you thought you might actually throw up. but you swallowed it down, refusing to let the nausea take over, even as your heart sank deeper into the pit of despair. your mother noticed your distress, her expression softening as she took in your reaction. she was the only one who could see through the mask you wore, the only one who knew just how deep this wound cut. “so it really is true, is it?” she asked, her voice quiet, almost tentative.

you could only muster up the energy to nod, the motion slow, as if the act of agreeing took more out of you than you had to give. she crumpled the newspaper in her hands, the sound of the paper crunching under her grip filling the room before she tossed it to the ground. the gesture was full of a frustration she didn’t voice, a rage she didn’t let surface.

she approached you, her movements cautious, as if afraid you might break if she got too close. lneeling beside you, she searched your face for tears, but found none. you hadn’t cried, not a single tear, because the pain was too deep, too raw to manifest in something as simple as crying. but she didn’t need to see your tears to know you were hurting. she had always known, perhaps even before you did.

“i’m so proud of you,” she began, her voice soft, filled with a sincerity that made your chest tighten. she reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a gentleness that only made it harder to breathe. “i’m so proud of you for handling it like this.”

you met her gaze for a moment, your eyes locking with hers. but the sharpness in your tone betrayed the anger simmering beneath the surface. “why? because i didn’t handle it the way you did?”

the hurt that flashed across her face was immediate, a brief flicker of pain that she couldn’t hide. but you didn’t care. no matter how bad she felt, no matter how much she hurt, she had to deal with the consequences of her own actions. you weren’t responsible for her pain, not now, not ever. “i would never give second chances,” you continued, your voice cold, detached. “let alone abandon my daughter to give a million more of them.”

she had no words, nothing to say that could make up for the past. because she knew you were right. she knew that no matter how much she wanted to mend the rift between you, no matter how desperately she tried, the mistakes she had made would always be there, a shadow that hung over your relationship like a storm cloud. so when you stood up, she didn’t stop you. she didn’t reach out, didn’t call after you, because she knew it wouldn’t make a difference. the silence between you was heavy, filled with all the things left unsaid, the things that would never be said because the damage had been done long ago.

as you left the room, all you could tell yourself was that she had her chance. when it should have been you, it was your father. when it should have been you, it was the man who had cheated on her, the man she had chosen over you. and now, the choices she had made so long ago were coming back to haunt her, just as they were coming back to haunt you. but you wouldn’t let them define you. you wouldn’t let her mistakes dictate your life. because you were stronger than that. and no matter how much it hurt, no matter how deep the wound, you would heal. even if it took everything you had.

you spent the evening preparing for taehyung’s club opening with meticulous care. your makeup was flawless, each stroke and blend designed to enhance your natural features while exuding confidence. you opted for a dress that struck the perfect balance between understated elegance and bold sophistication—a midnight blue gown that hugged your figure in all the right places, with a slit that hinted at just enough leg. your choice of jewelry was deliberate: a pair of sapphire earrings and a delicate silver bracelet that added a touch of sparkle without overwhelming your look. every detail was intended to make a statement of support, a way of showing that despite everything, you stood with taehyung.

as you adjusted the final strands of your hair and examined your reflection, you felt a pang of resolve mixed with unease. taehyung had been a steadfast ally, someone who had stepped up when others had not. you might not have known him as long or as intimately as you did jungkook or tzuyu, but his loyalty and support had earned your respect. you were determined to return the favor, even if it was under these difficult circumstances.

your chauffer arrived promptly, a sympathetic look in his eyes that betrayed his knowledge of the day's earlier events. you offered him a polite smile, appreciating the gesture even as you sensed the pity behind it. it seemed everyone had seen the news, and while some might have been hoping to witness your downfall, you refused to let their expectations dictate your actions. you had no need for their pity; you were here for taehyung, and that was all that mattered.

upon arriving at the club, the driver gave you a fleeting compliment on your appearance, his words tinged with transparent affection. you acknowledged it with a practiced smile and a courteous thank you before turning to face the club’s entrance. the twitching in your hand persisted, an incessant reminder of the chaos that had unfolded earlier. you gripped your fingers tightly, trying to steady the unsettling tremor, but it only seemed to intensify as you approached the bouncer and announced your name.

inside, the club dazzled with its blue lighting, casting a cool, ethereal glow over the crowd. the music was upbeat, familiar, a soundtrack that seemed both comforting and alien amidst the night’s emotional turmoil. the air was rich with the mingling scents of high-end alcohol and the faint trace of a sophisticated, floral aroma. despite the beauty of the setting, your nerves remained on edge. the club was undoubtedly a reflection of taehyung’s tastes, a testament to his style and ambition, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that clung to you.

just as you began to lose yourself in the ambiance, a new sound caught your attention. the gruffness of a man’s voice, unmistakably agitated, drew you toward a nearby hallway. as you approached cautiously, you caught sight of taehyung and his father engaged in a heated conversation near the entrance to the bathrooms. taehyung’s expression was a mixture of sorrow and frustration, while his father’s face was etched with anger and disappointment.

you pressed yourself against the wall, straining to hear their conversation while remaining unobtrusive. the words that drifted toward you were sharp and cutting. “this is why you’ll never be good enough. is this what you plan on doing for the rest of your life? investing in women and alcohol?” the harshness in his father’s voice was evident, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

taehyung’s response was a desperate plea. “it isn’t like that. don’t you see how many people are here? they came to support me. it’s not about the money or the women.”

his father’s reaction was dismissive, a scoff escaping his lips. “your mother would be disappointed.”

the statement hung heavy in the air, a final, damning indictment that seemed to crush taehyung’s spirit. you could see the hurt in his eyes, the way his shoulders slumped slightly under the weight of his father’s words. goosebumps broke out on your skin as you watched the scene unfold, the pain and conflict evident in taehyung’s face. the confrontation seemed to end abruptly as his father turned away, leaving him standing alone with his hurt and frustration.

you remained frozen in place, your gaze fixated on the scene that had just unfolded. the discord between taehyung and his father had left you feeling unsettled, and you were still processing the weight of their conversation. when he finally turned around and met your eyes, his expression softened slightly, though the hurt remained etched into his features. he approached you with a wry smile, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and reproach. “eavesdropping isn’t very eloquent of you, now is it?”

you felt a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck, and you shook your head, flustered. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to intrude.” his eyes searched yours, gauging the truth of your apology. “how much did you hear?” he asked.

you hesitated for a moment before responding. “not much,” you lied, though you knew he could see right through you. despite this, he chose not to press further, an unspoken understanding passing between you. determined to ease his pain, even just a little, you offered a genuine compliment. “the club is amazing. you did a great job, taehyung. i’m really proud of you, and you should be too.”

he scoffed lightly, a hint of bitterness in his tone. “i thought you of all people would know how i feel about pity.” you walked with him, taking in the luxurious surroundings of the club as you spoke. “i pity no one,” you said, your gaze sweeping over the elegant décor. “i just have a good eye.”

he chuckled softly and gestured toward a nearby velvet sofa. “let’s see just how good your eye is.”

you took a seat beside him, the plush cushions enveloping you in comfort. the club’s ambiance was sophisticated and chic, a far cry from the rowdy, overtly provocative establishments you had anticipated. the women around you were dressed in stylish, modest attire, their elegance a testament to taehyung’s taste and vision. as you sipped from your glass, you felt the familiar twitch in your hand returning, an involuntary reaction to the stress and turmoil of the day. you tried to ignore it, but taehyung’s perceptive gaze noticed your discomfort.

“what’s with your hand?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. you shook your head, attempting to dismiss it. “it’s been doing that all day.”

before you could raise your glass for another sip, taehyung reached over and gently took your hand in his. his touch was unexpectedly warm, and you felt a jolt of surprise as he placed his hand over yours, effectively stilling the trembling. “what are you doing?” you asked, taken aback by his unexpected gesture.

he ignored your question, instead focusing on the sensation of your hand beneath his. With a gentle squeeze, he seemed to transfer some of his warmth to you. “it’s freezing,” he remarked. “no wonder you’re shaking.”

the simple act of his hand over yours had an immediate effect; your hand ceased its tremor, the warmth and reassurance from his touch proving to be surprisingly calming. you looked at him, astonished by the unexpected relief. he let go of your hand, and you noticed with a mix of wonder and gratitude that the twitching had completely stopped. his thoughtful gesture had provided more comfort than you had anticipated, and you felt a deep sense of appreciation for his quiet support.

as you and taehyung settled into the plush velvet sofa, the atmosphere of the club enveloped you. the stage, bathed in a rich, ambient light, was now the focal point of the room. the performers, a group of women dressed in matching, sleek outfits, took their positions. their attire was a harmonious blend of black and gold, each piece meticulously chosen to accentuate their grace and elegance. the room fell silent in anticipation, and the low, sultry beats of the music began to pulse through the air.

the dancers moved as one, their synchronized steps creating a mesmerizing rhythm that captivated the audience. the choreography was a seamless blend of fluid motions and sharp accents, each gesture exuding confidence and allure. their bodies swayed and undulated with practiced precision, creating a visual symphony of movement that held the crowd in rapt attention.

the dance routine was both graceful and provocative, designed to showcase their athleticism and artistry. their movements were precise yet fluid, their expressions a mix of allure and control. as they twirled and moved, the lighting cast dramatic shadows that emphasized every curve and line, adding to the seductive ambiance of the performance.

you glanced at taehyung, noting the way his eyes followed the dancers with admiration. his smirk was barely contained as he observed their performance, but when he noticed your gaze, he tilted his head slightly, acknowledging your silent praise. “good dancers, aren’t they?” he asked, his voice low and filled with an undertone of challenge. you nodded, still watching the stage. “you’ve outdone yourself this time,” you said, genuinely impressed by the display.

his smirk widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. “but i think i’d rather see you up there,” he said, his tone light but carrying an edge of challenge. you turned back to him with a roll of your eyes. “you’re despicable,” you replied, your voice tinged with both amusement and defiance.

he chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “i know you’d never, don’t worry,” he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. the challenge in his words sparked something within you. your eyebrows raised in surprise, and you met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and determination. “you really think i wouldn’t?” you asked, your tone daring.

taehyung leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “enlighten me.”

with a resolute nod, you felt the warmth of the alcohol dulling your nerves, giving you the courage to accept the challenge. you stood up, feeling the eyes of the room upon you as you made your way to the stage. the sudden shift in energy was intense, and you could sense the anticipation building. the stage was bathed in a soft spotlight as you stepped into the center, the audience’s eyes fixed on you. the music, a slow, seductive melody with a steady beat, filled the space around you. you took a deep breath and began to move, each step deliberate and measured, yet brimming with sensuality.

your dance was a blend of sultry elegance and bold confidence. you began with a slow, sinuous sway of your hips, your movements flowing seamlessly with the rhythm of the music. your hands glided through the air, tracing invisible patterns as you twirled and spun with a grace that drew the audience’s gaze. the fabric of your dress clung to your curves, accentuating every motion and adding to the overall allure of your performance. as you continued, you incorporated a series of fluid, seductive movements, your body articulating each beat with precision. your gaze remained locked on taehyung, whose eyes were fixed intently on you. his expression was a mix of surprise and admiration, his smirk replaced by a look of genuine interest.

you made use of the entire stage, your movements becoming increasingly bold and expressive. the lighting shifted to highlight your figure, casting dramatic shadows that played across the floor. the audience’s reaction was one of awe, their murmurs and gasps a testament to the impact of your performance. taehyung’s gaze never wavered as he watched you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and intrigue. the intensity of his stare only fueled your confidence, and you poured every ounce of emotion into the dance.

you weren’t sure when exactly it had happened. one moment, you were basking in the afterglow of your performance, the applause still ringing in your ears, and taehyung’s unwavering gaze was locked onto yours. the next, the world around you blurred into a hazy swirl of emotions and sensations. you were vaguely aware of the transition—of leaving the club, of the distant sound of music and chatter fading away—but the details were a disjointed blur, unimportant in the grand scheme of what was unfolding.

the next clear memory was the sudden jolt as your back hit the plush leather seat of the limo. taehyung’s hand, warm and firm, cupped the back of your head, guiding it gently to soften the impact. his touch was both tender and commanding, a subtle yet unmistakable assertion of his control over the moment. the rush of air, mingled with the lingering scent of his cologne and the intoxicating aroma of the night, created an atmosphere thick with unspoken desires.

as your eyes met his, he closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours with a fervor that sent a shiver down your spine. the kiss was a potent mix of passion and urgency, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that matched your own. the warmth of his breath, the slight pressure of his lips, and the way his fingers gripped your hair created a cocoon of sensation that drowned out everything else.

he broke the kiss briefly, his eyes still locked on yours, a fleeting moment of clarity amidst the whirlwind of emotions. “i think it’s my turn to say you’ve outdone yourself,” he murmured, his voice low and laden with a sultry confidence. before you could fully process his words, he closed the distance again, pressing his lips to yours with renewed intensity. the limo’s interior, dimly lit and private, became a haven for your shared moment. the air inside was thick with the mingling scents of alcohol, his cologne, and the faint traces of sweat from the evening. the mingling of these aromas, combined with the intimate setting, only heightened the electric tension between you.

as your nails clawed at his suit, desperate to feel the warmth of his body against yours, you were acutely aware of the recklessness of the situation. there was a part of you that knew, in the back of your mind, that this was a moment you might come to regret come morning. the clarity of dawn would bring with it the weight of consequences, the knowledge of what you had done. but right then, under the weight of his embrace and the intoxicating blend of alcohol and desire, those thoughts seemed distant, almost irrelevant.

taehyung’s hand slid down from your hair to your chest, his thumb brushing against the swell of your breast. your breath hitched as he squeezed gently, his eyes darkening with hunger. “you’re full of surprises tonight,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. his other hand found its way to your thigh, slowly sliding up under your dress, the fabric parting like water around his fingers. your heart raced as he reached the apex of your thighs, his touch setting your skin alight.

his fingers danced around the edge of your panties, teasing, before dipping beneath the fabric. you gasped as he touched you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your core. “i knew,” he murmured, a smug smile playing on his lips. “i knew you wanted this as much as i do.” his voice was a seductive purr, his words a mix of praise and degradation that sent a thrill through your body. despite the vulgarity, you found yourself craving more, the need to hear him say those dirty things growing stronger with each passing second.

his hand continued to explore, his thumb now circling your clit with a maddening slowness. your hips bucked against his touch, urging him on. you could feel his erection pressing against your leg, a silent display of his own arousal. with a growl, he pushed aside the last barrier of fabric, his fingers plunging into you with a fierce urgency that stole the breath from your lungs. “fuck, tae—” you moaned, your voice a hoarse whisper that seemed to echo in the enclosed space of the limo. he smirked, his eyes never leaving yours as he worked his fingers in and out of you, your juices coating his hand.

his thumb remained a constant pressure point, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of release. you threw your head back, lost in the sensation, as he leaned in to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. the mix of pleasure and pain sent you spiraling, your body tensing and then releasing in a powerful orgasm. taehyung’s chuckle of satisfaction vibrated against your skin, his grip on your hair tightening as he claimed your mouth once more. your thoughts were a jumbled mess, but one thing was clear: this was the best sex you’d ever had. and for a brief, shining moment, jungkook was nothing but a distant memory.

you reached down to free his cock from the confines of his pants, your hand wrapping around his thick, velvety length. he hissed in a sharp breath, his eyes closing briefly as you stroked him, the tip already slick with precum. the sensation of his pulse in your palm was intoxicating, a silent promise of the pleasure yet to come. “you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive whisper in your ear. “every inch of me, until you can’t walk straight tomorrow. until jungkook is nothing but a pathetic little worm in your memory.”

his words sent a thrill of excitement through you, a heady mix of anger and lust that only served to fuel your desire. you nodded, a silent agreement, as he pushed your panties aside and positioned himself at your entrance. without warning, he slammed into you, filling you to the brim. the suddenness of it took your breath away, your eyes wide with shock and pleasure.

his hips moved in a steady, powerful rhythm, each thrust driving him deeper and deeper. your nails dug into his back as you tried to anchor yourself, the pleasure building with each movement. his hand found your breast, playing with the nipple as he pounded into you, the sting of pain from your tight grip on his shoulders only adding to the symphony of sensations.

his mouth found yours again, his tongue demanding entry, his teeth nipping at your lower lip. your bodies were slick with sweat, the leather of the seat sticking to your skin as you moved together. the air was thick with the sound of your ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin. it was raw, it was animalistic, and it was everything you never knew you needed.

his thrusts grew harder, more urgent, his breathing ragged. “you’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me,” he groaned, his voice a desperate growl. “you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard, aren’t you?”

you could only nod, the words lost in the intensity of the moment. as he sped up, you felt yourself climbing towards another peak, the pressure building like a crescendo in your core. when you finally shattered again, it was with a scream that was muffled by his mouth, his own release following swiftly after.

in the aftermath, you lay there, your heart racing, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. taehyung’s weight was a comforting presence, his chest rising and falling heavily against your own. you didn’t know what the morning would bring, but in that moment, all you knew was that you had claimed your victory over jungkook, and it was a victory that had left you feeling more alive than ever before.

when you woke up the next morning, the throbbing in your head was the first sensation that greeted you. the remnants of a night spent in hazy indulgence seemed to have manifested in the dull ache that now pervaded your temples. as you slowly gathered yourself from the tangle of sheets, you became acutely aware of the soreness in your thighs and the general discomfort that seemed to have settled in every joint of your body. the remnants of your encounter with taehyung from the night before were all too vivid, despite the haze of alcohol and heartbreak that had enveloped the evening.

the memories of what had transpired, the reckless abandon in the limo, felt like a crushing weight on your chest. you tried to push them aside, focusing instead on dressing yourself and stepping out the door as if nothing had changed. however, despite your efforts to maintain a facade of normalcy, the gnawing embarrassment at what had happened lingered in the back of your mind.

as you walked down the quiet streets, your pace quickened, an unconscious reaction to your heightened sense of anxiety. the sharp screech of tires sliced through the morning calm, making you turn abruptly. To your dismay, a familiar limo pulled up beside you, its sleek black surface reflecting the bright morning light. the window rolled down, revealing taehyung’s smirk.

“need a ride?” he asked, his tone teasing. “or was last night enough?” you scoffed, the sound sharp in the stillness of the street. “i have no idea what you're talking about,” you replied, attempting to walk away with as much dignity as you could muster. however, the limo kept pace with you, taehyung’s voice drifting out the open window.

“how about you come in, and i’ll enlighten you?” his words were laced with a mix of amusement and challenge. “no need. one disappointment is enough,” you shot back, frustration edging your voice. you were relieved when the limo finally turned around and drove off, your body tensing as you continued your walk.

but your respite was short-lived. as you rounded a corner, your heart sank at the sight of jungkook and tzuyu standing just a few feet away. they were intertwined, their hands clasped together, looking equally flustered and frozen in the moment. the silence between you all was deafening, each person seemingly waiting for the other to speak, yet no one moved.

just when you were about to speak, a familiar arm slid around your shoulders. you turned to find taehyung beside you, his focus unwaveringly fixed on jungkook and tzuyu. you tensed, feeling the weight of his arm as he drew you closer, and despite your discomfort, you couldn’t help but notice how taehyung's gaze remained defiant, almost mocking.

“it’s funny seeing you two here,” he said, his voice carrying a note of casual detachment. “you two look like escorts.” you fought back a laugh, surprised by the sudden shift in tension. tzuyu’s response was a scoff, her voice edged with annoyance. “you’re not funny, taehyung.”

he shrugged nonchalantly. “i wasn’t trying to be.” jungkook’s eyes were a mix of anger and hurt as he glanced from taehyung’s arm around you to your own stiff posture. “what are you two doing?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

you tilted your head, a trace of exasperation in your tone. “how is that any of your business?” taehyung patted your shoulder, a gesture that seemed almost patronizing. “don’t worry, he has a right to know,” he said before addressing jungkook again. “we were about to leave for brunch.”

the words seemed to hit jungkook harder than you’d expected. his expression softened, a fleeting look of hurt crossing his face. “that’s a funny coincidence. we were about to go too.” taehyung’s chuckle lacked any real amusement. “you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he said, then turned back to you. “we should all go together.” your head whipped around to him, eyes wide with disbelief. before you could protest further, jungkook had already agreed. the situation had spiraled out of your control, leaving you caught in a tangled web of the things you hated most in the world.

the restaurant was an elegant blend of sophistication and comfort, with plush velvet seating and softly glowing chandeliers that cast a warm, inviting light over the room. you were seated beside taehyung, who exuded a relaxed confidence that contrasted starkly with the tension you felt. jungkook and tzuyu were across from you, their expressions a mix of discomfort and guardedness.

you tried to focus on the menu, but the trembling in your hand betrayed your inner turmoil. to your surprise, taehyung noticed. his hand slipped over yours, his touch firm yet reassuring. the moment his fingers enveloped yours, the shaking ceased. the sudden calm was almost unnerving, but you tried to ignore it, instead fixing your gaze on the champagne bottle that the waitress had just placed in an ice bucket on the table.

jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he watched the exchange between you and him. his fingers clenched into a fist, the muscles in his jaw tightening. tzuyu shot him a concerned glance but remained silent. the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words and simmering emotions.

taehyung broke the uneasy silence, his voice carrying a note of playful reproach. “i was so disappointed when you two didn’t show up to my opening last night,” he said, his smirk widening as he turned to you. “you missed quite the show.”

your gaze hardened, a flash of irritation crossing your face. qithout thinking, you kicked taehyung’s shin with your heel. he let out a yelp, drawing a sharp look from jungkook and tzuyu. they exchanged glances but chose not to comment. instead, tzuyu responded with a curt tone. “we were a bit busy last night.”

you took a sip of champagne, letting the bubbles dance on your tongue as you maintained a steady gaze on tzuyu. “i’m sure you were,” you said, pausing for effect before adding, “how’s your cheek?”

her silence spoke volumes. she couldn’t meet your gaze, and you caught a glimpse of taehyung’s smirk from the corner of your eye. his amusement was obvious, but you forced yourself to stay focused. jungkook, clearly frustrated, asked, “do you always have to be so hostile?”

you finished your glass with a deliberate motion and turned to him. “try not to talk too much,” you said, your voice cool. “your cheek still must be sore.” tzuyu rolled her eyes, her tone laced with irritation. “his cheek is just fine, no thanks to you.”

you offered a condescending smile and took the champagne bottle, pouring yourself another glass. the liquid swirled within the glass as you swished it lightly. “careful, princess,” you said with a hint of mockery, “a dangerous thing to say with a last season valentino on.” you gestured toward her dress, noting the slight discomfort it caused her.

she fell silent, her expression tightening. taehyung’s hand moved to your thigh, his touch startling you. it was a jolt that snapped you into a heightened awareness of the situation. he leaned in, his voice a low murmur against your ear. “play nice.”

you took a deep breath, struggling to maintain a semblance of composure. every word, every gesture felt like an excruciating exercise in restraint. the effort was draining, but taehyung’s hand on your thigh provided a strange comfort. each time your hand started to tremble, he was there, his grip steady and calming. the trembling would cease, leaving you with a paradox of relief and frustration.

despite your best efforts, the undercurrent of conflict remained. every forced smile and polite exchange felt like a compromise of your true feelings. you were acutely aware of the intricate dance you were performing, trying to keep the peace while your emotions simmered just beneath the surface. but with each tremor of your hand and each reassuring touch from him, you struggled to maintain your fragile equilibrium, knowing that beneath the veneer of civility, everything was unraveling.

you were ready to leave, your patience worn thin by the tension and the forced pleasantries. the evening had drained you in more ways than one, and all you wanted was the solace of solitude. as you stood to go, taehyung’s voice cut through the air, calm yet insistent. “it’s a long drive. i’ll take you.” you scoffed, shaking your head as you reached for your bag. “my legs work just fine, taehyung.”

but he didn’t listen. before you could protest further, he had already grabbed your arm, gently but firmly pulling you towards the exit. you tried to resist, but he was unyielding, guiding you out of the restaurant and into the waiting limo. the door closed behind you with a soft click, sealing you inside with him, the tension from the dinner still thick in the air.

the drive was stiflingly awkward, the silence between you a heavy reminder of the mistake you had made the night before. the plush leather seats, the tinted windows, the soft hum of the engine—it all felt like an extension of the regret that gnawed at you, a physical manifestation of the night you wished you could forget. taehyung’s voice broke the silence, his words heavy with something you couldn’t quite place. “you regret it, don’t you?”

you couldn’t find the words to respond. instead, you turned your head to the window, watching the city lights blur past. the weight of his question hung in the air, and though you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, the silence that followed was answer enough. you could feel his gaze on you, the quiet pain it caused him evident in the way he shifted slightly in his seat. it was a silent, unspoken ache that settled in your chest, but you forced yourself to ignore it.

the drive seemed to stretch on, the minutes dragging like hours. you glanced at your phone, frowning as you noticed the time. “we should’ve been home by now,” you remarked, your voice tinged with suspicion. taehyung shook his head, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “i have to stop somewhere first.” you wanted to ask where, but the weariness in his tone kept you silent. instead, you leaned back into the seat, resigned to wherever he was taking you.

after what felt like an eternity, the limo finally came to a halt. taehyung was the first to exit, and you followed, confusion knitting your brows as you noticed the plastic bag of flowers he carried in his hand. the air was cool, a slight breeze ruffling your hair as you looked around, taking in the sight of the park that stretched out before you. but it wasn’t the park that caught your attention—it was the memorial center adjacent to it.

you trailed after him, your confusion deepening with every step. he walked with purpose, his steps steady and deliberate, until he came to a stop in front of a grave. you stood beside him, your gaze dropping to the headstone as he crouched down, carefully placing the flowers at its base. the name engraved in stone caught your eye, kim jeongsook, a loving daughter, wife, and mother.

your breath hitched as understanding dawned, your heart clenching with an ache that mirrored taehyung’s. he remained crouched, his hands pressed together, eyes closed in a silent prayer. the vulnerability in his posture, the raw emotion etched in his features—it was a side of him you had never seen before. “is this your mother?” you asked quietly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

he opened his eyes and nodded, the movement almost imperceptible. the softness in his gaze, the fragility in the way he looked at you—it broke something inside of you. you knelt beside him, your fingers reaching out to adjust the flowers he had placed, centering them with care. the silence was heavy, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was a shared moment of understanding, of unspoken grief and quiet solace.

“she’s beautiful,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. taehyung looked at you then, his eyes soft and filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. “she was,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

you held his gaze, the weight of the moment settling over you both. in the quiet of the cemetery, surrounded by the stillness of the say, there was no need for words. the air was charged with unspoken feelings, a connection forged in the shared silence as you both mourned the woman who had given him life.

the drive back home was quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t heavy with tension but rather a mutual understanding, a shared exhaustion. the earlier conversation had stripped away the usual banter between you and taehyung, leaving behind something raw and unspoken. he hadn’t said much after the visit to his mother’s grave, and you hadn’t pressed him. some things were better left undisturbed.

as the limo pulled up in front of your apartment complex, you turned to him, offering him a small, appreciative smile. “thanks for the ride, taehyung.” he nodded, the movement slow and deliberate, as if he had a lot on his mind. his eyes, usually so bright and full of mischief, were shadowed with something deeper—an emotion you couldn’t quite place. there was a heaviness in the way he looked at you, a weight in the air between you that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

you lingered for a moment, feeling as though there was something you should say, something that might lift the gloom that hung over him. but the words didn’t come. instead, you stepped out of the limo, the door closing softly behind you with a finality that echoed in the quiet night. as you walked into your complex, the familiar sight of the lobby greeted you, its warmth and comfort doing little to ease the tension knotted in your chest. you were almost to the elevator when the lady at the front desk called your name.

“miss (l/n)!” you turned to face her, noting the envelope in her hand. she held it out to you with a polite smile. “this came for you.”

you took the envelope from her, murmuring a quick thanks before turning away. it was an ordinary envelope, plain white with your name scrawled in a neat, practiced hand. but there was something about it, something that made your heart stutter in your chest, your fingers tremble as they brushed over the paper. you wished you hadn’t looked at it, wished you hadn’t seen the sender’s name neatly written in the corner. but the minute you did, it felt like your world ended all over again. a wedding invitation.

your fingers tightened around the envelope as you took in the names on the card—jungkook and tzuyu. the date was for tomorrow, just a day away. your breath caught in your throat as the realization hit you like a freight train. how long had they been planning this? how many months, or even years, had they been conspiring behind your back?

your world fell silent, the blood rushing in your ears drowning out everything else. it was as if the ground had been ripped out from under you, leaving you weightless and untethered, flailing in a void of disbelief and betrayal. your legs felt heavy, leaden, as you walked to your apartment. each step was an effort, each breath a struggle. by the time you reached your door, your fingers were numb as they fumbled with the key. the door creaked open, revealing the emptiness of your home, a reflection of the hollow ache in your chest.

you stepped inside, the silence of the room pressing down on you, suffocating in its stillness. your maid appeared from the hallway, her usual cheerful demeanor subdued as she noticed the expression on your face. “where’s my mother?” you asked, your voice flat, emotionless.

she hesitated, offering you a sad, almost sympathetic smile. “she left,” she said softly, the words lingering in the air before she added, “again.”

the finality of that word settled in your bones, the realization that you were truly alone sinking deep. you stood there, rooted to the spot, the wedding invitation clutched tightly in your hand as the emptiness of the room mirrored the void within you. all at once, the weight of the day crashed down on you, the betrayal, the loneliness, the heartbreak. you let the envelope slip from your fingers, watching it flutter to the floor as you stood in the silence, the walls of your world closing in around you.

the walls of your room seemed to close in around you, their familiar corners and edges transformed into suffocating reminders that everyone, in the end, leaves. the emptiness inside you mirrored the hollow space in the room, an echo of the losses that had piled up over time. every piece of furniture, every picture on the wall, felt like a ghost of a memory, haunting you with the truth you had tried so hard to escape. you couldn’t stand it anymore—the feeling of everything crashing down on you, the weight of it all pressing you into the ground until you couldn’t breathe.

you needed to go somewhere, anywhere, but there was nowhere that felt safe, nowhere that didn’t remind you of the people who had walked out of your life. the walls were closing in, and you couldn’t stay. with a desperate need to escape, you rushed out the door, letting your legs carry you without direction. the building’s corridors blurred as you sprinted through them, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind racing with thoughts too chaotic to grasp.

the sky had opened up, and the rain was falling in torrents, but you didn’t care. the cold droplets pelted your skin, drenching you to the bone, but you kept running. the water soaked through your clothes, plastering them to your skin, but still, you didn’t stop. your feet pounded the pavement, splashing through puddles, the rain mingling with the tears that streamed down your face, but you didn’t care. you ran until your breath burned in your lungs, until the world around you was nothing but a blur of gray and cold. you ran until you reached the only place that felt like it might offer some solace, the only place you knew to go.

taehyung’s hotel loomed in front of you, its grand entrance a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. you stumbled through the doors, oblivious to the stares of the patrons who watched you, a soaking, disheveled figure who had burst into their calm, orderly world. but their judgment didn’t matter. nothing mattered except getting to him.

you headed straight for the elevator, your steps unsteady but determined. your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a chaotic storm that didn’t stop until the elevator doors slid open on his floor. you stepped out, and suddenly, you couldn’t move. because there he was, standing right in front of you, as if he had been waiting for you all along.

his eyes locked onto yours, and you saw the sympathy etched in his features as he took in your drenched appearance. there was no judgment in his gaze, only concern, and something deeper—something that made the tears well up in your eyes all over again.

your hand trembled as you raised it, the crumpled wedding invitation clutched in your fingers. “this and my mom,” you began, your voice breaking, “she just, she left and i—” the words failed you, your throat constricting as the weight of everything pressed down on you once more.

but before you could fall apart completely, taehyung was there, closing the distance between you in a few quick strides. to your surprise, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. his suit was immaculate, but he didn’t care as the rain from your clothes soaked into it. he just held you, his warmth seeping into your frozen body, his arms a barrier against the storm both inside and out.

you couldn’t hold it in any longer. the tears came in a rush, followed by gut-wrenching sobs that shook your entire body. you cried into his chest, clutching at his suit as if it were the only thing anchoring you to this world. all the pain, all the hurt that had built up inside you, came pouring out in waves that you couldn’t control. his arms tightened around you, his hand smoothing over your hair in a comforting gesture as he held you close. of all the things he had seen and expected of you, this was the last of them all.

taehyung guided you down the hallway with a steady hand on the small of your back, his touch gentle but insistent, as if he knew that you needed the support to keep moving forward. his silence was a comfort, a balm to the rawness inside you, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into his presence, drawing strength from the warmth of his body beside you. the world outside was still a blur of rain and shadows, but here, in this narrow space, it was just the two of you, and that was enough.

when you reached his door, he paused, glancing at you as if to make sure you were still with him. then he unlocked it, the click of the key in the lock loud in the quiet hallway. the door swung open, and you stepped inside, expecting the same warmth you’d found in his arms, the same comfort you’d desperately sought in your flight from the cold. but that warmth vanished the moment you saw her.

she was disheveled, her hair a tangled mess and her clothes—or lack thereof—a stark reminder of what taehyung’s life was like outside of the moments he spent with you. she was wearing one of his shirts, the fabric hanging loosely off her shoulders, and she was gathering her things with a hurried, almost guilty air. you didn’t know her, not personally at least, but it didn’t take a genius to put the pieces together. she didn’t sneer at you or glare as she might have in some cruel twist of fate. she just slipped past you both, her eyes downcast as if she didn’t want to meet your gaze. she was gone as quickly as she appeared, but you remained frozen, your eyes glued to the spot where she had stood, her presence lingering like an unwanted ghost.

you didn’t know what to feel. should you be angry? hurt? disappointed? what were you supposed to expect from him? after all, you weren’t his girlfriend, and he wasn’t your boyfriend. there was no label, no commitment, nothing to give you the right to feel anything at all. but you did, and it hurt. taehyung noticed the way you stared at the empty space, his own expression faltering as he tried to gauge what you were thinking. he stepped closer, his voice softer than usual as he asked, “you aren’t mad, are you?”

you forced yourself to look at him, to meet his eyes even though it felt like shards of glass were digging into your heart. then you mustered one of your smiles, the kind that never quite reached your eyes, the kind that was more for his benefit than yours. the shift in your demeanor seemed to shock him, his brows knitting together in confusion. “why would i be mad?” you replied, your voice light and airy, as if the sight of another woman leaving his room hadn’t just shattered something deep inside you. you turned and handed him the drenched wedding invitation, the paper crumpled and ruined by the rain but still legible. It was a tangible reminder of the life you were supposed to have, the life that had been ripped away from you.

you walked around the room, your gaze flitting over the furniture, the decorations, anything to avoid looking at him. “you’re free to do collect as many diseases as you please,” you added, the words slipping from your lips with a hint of bitterness that you couldn’t quite suppress. he scoffed, a sound of disbelief that cut through the thick air between you. “i liked you better when you were crying,” he muttered, his tone defensive, almost wounded.

but you didn’t respond. you couldn’t. instead, you let the weight of everything you’d seen, everything you’d felt, sink deep into your bones, and for once, you allowed yourself to acknowledge the truth. you weren’t mad because you had no right to be. but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. and that didn’t mean you wouldn’t remember this moment, the moment when everything you thought you could rely on came crashing down around you once again.

changing in his bedroom felt like stepping into another world, one that was as foreign as it was unnerving. the room was dimly lit, the shadows long and dark, and everything carried his scent—a mix of expensive cologne, faint traces of smoke, and something uniquely him. you felt a strange sense of vulnerability as you rummaged through his closet, searching for something to wear. when your fingers brushed against one of his shirts, a simple white button-down that was far too large for you, you hesitated. it felt surreal, putting it on, almost degrading, knowing how many women had done the same. but unlike them, you had no choice. all your belongings were back home, in a place you couldn’t bear to return to, so you had to make do with what you had.

as you slipped into the shirt, the fabric cool against your skin, you couldn’t shake the discomfort that gnawed at you. it was as if the shirt was a reminder of how little you belonged here, of how temporary this moment was. the sleeves were too long, the hem hanging down to your thighs, but it was better than staying in your rain-soaked clothes. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and the sight made you pause. there you were, standing in taehyung’s bedroom, wearing his shirt, looking every bit the part of someone who had been broken down by life’s cruelty.

you sighed, pushing away the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm you, and stepped out into the living room. the first thing you noticed was the faint scent of smoke, followed by the sight of taehyung lounging on the couch, a joint between his lips. the soft glow of the lighter flickered against his face as he took a drag, his eyes half-lidded with the calm that only the drugs could bring.

you scoffed, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “you’re no different from a crack addict,” you muttered, your tone laced with disdain.

he looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, he was taken aback. not by your words, but by the sight of you in his shirt. there was something in his gaze, something raw and unguarded, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. it wasn’t lust, not exactly. it was more like wonder, like the sight of you had caught him off guard in the best way possible.

to his surprise, you walked over to the couch and plopped down beside him, close enough that your legs brushed against his. without a word, you snatched the joint from his fingers and took a drag of your own. the smoke burned as it filled your lungs, but it was a welcome distraction, a numbing agent to the chaos inside your head. taehyung chuckled to himself, the sound low and warm. “why’d you come all the way here?” he asked, his voice soft but curious.

you exhaled, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling, and passed the joint back to him. “i assume you saw the invitation,” you said, your tone flat. he nodded, taking another drag before answering. “i got one of my own,” he admitted, pausing as if debating whether to say more. “jungkook even drew a smiley face on mine.”

you scoffed, the sound bitter. “are you touched?” you asked, your voice dripping with sarcasm. he feigned a wounded expression, placing a hand over his heart. “truly,” he replied, his tone matching yours.

a small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips, but it quickly faltered as the weight of everything crashed down on you once again. “mom left again,” you said, the words heavy, as if each one cost you a piece of yourself. taehyung turned to you, his expression softening as he passed the joint back. “where’d she go?” he asked, his voice gentle.

you shrugged, the movement small, defeated. if only you knew where she had gone, where she always went when she left you behind. “probably back to dad,” you muttered, taking another drag. the smoke filled the silence, thick and suffocating. “she always says she’ll never leave, until she does. just like everybody else.”

you passed the joint back to him, your gaze dropping to the floor as you spoke. you didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes, didn’t want to acknowledge the truth in your words. it was easier this way, easier to believe that everyone would leave eventually. it hurt less when you expected it. taehyung studied your face, his eyes tracing every line, every feature, as if he was committing them to memory. his expression softened further, his voice barely above a whisper when he said, “not everybody.”

you met his gaze, and for a moment, you saw something there—something soft, something fragile, like a promise he wanted to make but couldn’t bring himself to say aloud. the softness in his eyes looked like a silent betrayal after what you had seen earlier. you couldn’t let yourself love him, couldn’t afford any more losses, so you stayed quiet.

the silence between you and taehyung was thick, almost suffocating, as the effects of the joint began to take hold. the world around you seemed to slow, the edges of reality blurring as the haze settled in. the tension that had coiled in your chest earlier started to unwind, loosening with each passing second. it was quiet—too quiet—yet neither of you felt the need to fill the space with words. you were both content to sit there, side by side, sharing the same air, the same smoke, letting the quietness cradle you.

but then, the stillness was shattered by the sudden, shrill ring of your phone. the sound cut through the calm like a knife, making your heart skip a beat. you froze, your eyes snapping to the screen as it lit up with the caller id. taehyung, lost in his own thoughts, didn’t seem fazed by the noise. he didn’t even glance your way, his gaze fixed on some distant point. but you—you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the screen. jungkook was calling you.

your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to do. the sight of his name, bright and clear, sent a wave of emotions crashing over you—confusion, dread, a flicker of something you couldn’t quite name. you cleared your throat, trying to steady yourself, and with trembling fingers, you picked up the phone. pressing it to your ear, you tried to maintain some semblance of composure as you answered, your voice strained.

“what do you want?” you asked, the words sharper than you intended, laced with a bitterness that came from deep within. jungkook’s voice on the other line was soft, almost slurred, and you could hear the telltale signs of alcohol in his tone. he was drunk, or close to it, and the vulnerability in his voice was palpable. “i made a mistake,” he confessed, his words tumbling out in a rush. “you’re the girl i want to spend my life with. i’ll do anything—anything—to have you back.”

your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest. you were at a loss for words, stunned into silence by the confession. this was jungkook, the one who had left you, the one who had torn your heart out without a second thought. and now, here he was, asking for a second chance, pleading for you to come back to him. it didn’t make sense. mone of it made sense.

the astonishment on your face didn’t go unnoticed by taehyung. he turned to you, his attention now fully on the conversation you were having. his eyes narrowed as he took in your shocked expression, and without warning, he snatched the phone from your grasp. you protested, your voice rising in alarm, but taehyung was quicker. he held the phone away from you, pressing it to his own ear instead.

“never call her again,” he said, his voice low and menacing, before he hung up the call without another word. the finality of the action left you reeling, staring at him in disbelief.

“what was that for, you asshole?” you demanded, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and confusion. you raised your hand to snatch your phone back, but taehyung was ready for you. he caught your wrist mid-air and, with a swift tug, pulled you toward him. the force of it made you stumble, and you fell against his chest, the heat of his body seeping into yours.

“were you really considering it?” he asked, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “going back to him?”

you didn’t know how to respond. the truth was, you didn’t know what you were considering. jungkook’s call had thrown you off balance, and your mind was still struggling to catch up. taehyung’s grip on you tightened, and when you looked up at him, you saw something in his eyes—something almost like hurt.

“you were, weren’t you?” he pressed, his voice quieter now, laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

you shook your head, trying to pull away from him. “you have nothing to do with it,” you said, your voice firmer now. You needed to get away from him, away from the intensity of his gaze. he scoffed, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. “i have everything to do with it.”

“no,” you snapped, finally breaking free from his grip. you took a step back, putting distance between you. your heart was racing, your thoughts a tangled mess. “i’ll die before i become someone’s toy. don’t even think about it. i’m not my mother, so don’t think i’ll let you do this.”

he stared at you, stunned, taken aback by the force of your words. the room felt colder, the air between you charged with tension. he let go of your wrist, the hurt in his eyes deepening as he processed what you had said. “out of all people,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “i never thought you’d see me that way too.”

your voice shook as you replied, “prove me wrong, then.” you paused, your heart lodged in your throat as you added, “three words. say them, and i’m yours.”

his eyes lit up, a spark of hope flickering in the depths of his gaze. he opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought he would say them. you could see it in his eyes, the struggle, the want. but as the silence stretched on, you realized the truth. he wanted to say them, you knew he did, because he meant it. but the thought of loving just to lose—of facing that pain again—was too much for him. the words died on his lips, the weight of fear holding them back. you nodded quietly, your heart sinking as the realization settled in. you turned away from him, moving back to the couch, your movements slow and deliberate. you sat down, your eyes glued to the sight in front of you, refusing to let him see the tears that threatened to spill.

taehyung didn’t say anything as he watched you, the room growing impossibly still. after a long moment, he turned away, retreating to his room without another word. the door closed softly behind him, and with that, you knew you had your answer. the silence that followed was deafening, and you let it envelop you, suffocating and cold. there was nothing left to say, nothing left to do.

you woke up with a weight in your chest, a heaviness that seemed to anchor you to the bed, pulling you deeper into the sheets. the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room, but it did little to brighten the darkness that lingered in your mind. the first thing you noticed was the absence of taehyung. the space beside you was cold, untouched, as if he had never been there at all. your heart sank further at the realization, the memory of last night flooding back in a wave of regret and confusion.

you sat up slowly, your eyes sweeping across the room in search of some sign, something that might explain his absence. but the only thing that caught your eye was the unfamiliar box sitting on the table across the room. it stood out against the familiarity of his things, a stark reminder that something was amiss. curiosity piqued, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and padded over to it, each step feeling heavier than the last.

the box was simple, plain, but it had a note attached to it, a small piece of paper that fluttered slightly as you picked it up. you unfolded the note, your eyes scanning the words written in taehyung’s familiar scrawl. “if he’s really what you want, tell him before it’s too late.”

your heart twisted painfully at the words, the implication behind them cutting deep. you clenched the note in your hand, your fingers trembling as you struggled to make sense of it. what did he mean? was this his way of saying goodbye, of pushing you toward something you didn’t even know if you wanted? taking a deep breath, you turned your attention back to the box, lifting the lid with tentative fingers. inside, neatly folded and pristine, was a dress—a pale pink, soft and delicate, the kind of dress that would be worn to a wedding. It was new, the fabric crisp and clean, untouched by time. you stared at it, a mixture of emotions swirling in your chest. you didn’t want to go, didn’t want to face whatever awaited you there, but you knew you had to. you had to prove you were strong, if not for anyone else, then for yourself.

you had spent your entire life proving your strength to everyone around you, showing them that you could endure, that you could survive whatever life threw at you. but deep down, you knew you had never truly proven it to yourself. this was just another test, another challenge that you had to face head-on, no matter how much it hurt.

with a resigned sigh, you slipped the dress on, the fabric cool against your skin. you didn’t bother with makeup, didn’t feel the need to present yourself as anything other than what you were—a woman who was tired, who was worn down by the weight of her own choices, but who would still stand tall, no matter what. your appearance alone would be enough; there was no need to mask the reality of what you were feeling.

as you left taehyung’s apartment, the note still crumpled in your hand, you hailed a cab. the ride to the venue was a blur, your thoughts consumed by the words he had left you with. “if he’s really what you want, tell him before it’s too late.” the sentence echoed in your mind, over and over, like a mantra that you couldn’t shake. but you knew the truth, the truth that taehyung couldn’t—or wouldn’t—see. jungkook wasn’t what you wanted. he wasn’t what you needed. what you needed was something you couldn’t have, something that was just out of reach, always slipping through your fingers like sand.

the venue was as grand as you had expected, filled with the usual trappings of a wedding—flowers, lights, people dressed in their finest. but as you stepped inside, you felt a hollowness in your chest, a sense of detachment from the celebration around you. you were there, physically present, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in the confusion of your own thoughts.

you didn’t drink. you didn’t speak. you just listened, your eyes dull as you watched the festivities unfold. the happy couple moved through the crowd, smiles bright and genuine, and you couldn’t help but wonder how things had gotten to this point. how had you ended up here, in this place, feeling so lost and alone? Where had it all gone wrong? your eyes drifted through the crowd, searching for something—someone. but taehyung was nowhere to be found. the realization brought a fresh wave of pain, a reminder that you were truly alone in this moment. and then, as if by some cruel twist of fate, your gaze locked with jungkook’s from across the room.

he was standing by the bar, his eyes wide and filled with something you couldn’t quite place—regret, maybe, or sorrow. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, to reach out to you, but he didn’t. he didn’t move, didn’t speak. Instead, he forced himself to look away, turning back to his drink, leaving you standing there with the weight of a thousand unsaid words between you.

you let him go, let the moment pass without reaching out. you knew it would happen this way, had known from the moment you saw his name on your phone screen. there was nothing left to say, nothing that could change the course you were on. so you let it be, standing alone in the midst of the celebration, the note still crumpled in your hand as the world moved on around you.

the ceremony had ended, the final vows exchanged, the last kiss shared. the room slowly emptied as the guests filed out, leaving you standing alone in the midst of the decorated hall. you hadn’t spoken a word to anyone—not to tzuyu, not to jungkook, not to anyone. the silence that surrounded you felt heavy, oppressive, but you welcomed it, letting it wrap around you like a comforting shroud as you walked out of the venue.

the pain gnawed at you, deep and unrelenting, but the sharpest ache came from the absence of taehyung. he hadn’t shown up, hadn’t been there to witness the ceremony or to stand by your side as you struggled through it. his final act of love had been to let you go, to give you the space to decide whether you wanted to be with jungkook. but in the end, you hadn’t been able to follow through. you couldn’t find it within yourself to go to jungkook, to accept what he was offering. you knew, deep down, that it wasn’t what you truly wanted.

you didn’t know where to go next—whether you should head back to your own place or return to taehyung’s apartment. but something drew you to his place, a pull that you couldn’t resist. the walk there was long, each step heavy and labored, as if your legs were weighed down by the burden of your thoughts. when you finally reached his door, your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling within you.

a sick feeling settled in your stomach as you stood outside his door, expecting to find something that would shatter you even further. maybe a girl, maybe two, maybe some other reminder that you were too late, that he had already moved on. but when you finally mustered the courage to open the door, you found nothing. the apartment was empty, eerily silent except for the faint sounds coming from taehyung’s room. you hesitated, straining to hear what was going on behind his closed door. the noises were muffled, but they weren’t what you had feared. they weren’t the sounds of moans or laughter; they were something else entirely. steeling yourself, you pushed the door open and stepped inside, freezing at the sight that greeted you.

taehyung sat at the foot of his bed, his body hunched over, shaking with silent sobs. his hands clutched a photograph, his fingers trembling as he held it close to his chest. for a moment, you couldn’t register what you were seeing, your mind struggling to make sense of the situation. but as you took a closer look, your blood ran cold. it was a photograph of his mother.

the realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and before you knew it, you were rushing to him, your arms wrapping around him as if by instinct. he didn’t hesitate, didn’t push you away; instead, he held on to you with a desperate, almost frantic grip, his sobs wracking his body as he buried his face in your shoulder.

you let him cry, your own shock giving way to a deep, aching sadness. the sound of his tears broke something inside you, a raw, unfiltered pain that you hadn’t been prepared for. you could feel his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress as he clung to you, as if you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely. tears of your own began to fall, silent and unstoppable, as you held him tighter, offering whatever comfort you could.

in between his sobs, his voice broke through, raw and choked with emotion. “did you tell him?”

you knew he was referring to the note, the one he had left with the dress, urging you to make a decision about jungkook. you shook your head, your hand coming up to gently stroke his hair as you whispered, “no, no, i didn’t.” his sobs quieted down, his grip on you loosening slightly, but he didn’t let go. “he isn’t the one i want,” you continued, your voice soft but firm. the words hung in the air between you, a truth that you hadn’t fully realized until that moment.

the trembling in his body gradually subsided, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes red and puffy from crying. he looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat, a mixture of vulnerability and something deeper, something you had always hoped to see in his eyes but had never dared to believe was there.

“i love you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but the words echoed in your ears, reverberating through your entire being.

you blinked, trying to process what he had just said, but before you could respond, he brought his thumbs up to brush away the tears from your cheeks. “i love you,” he repeated, this time with more certainty, more conviction.

it was no use—you couldn’t keep from crying. the tears spilled over once again, but this time they weren’t just tears of sadness. they were tears of relief, of joy, of finally hearing the words you had longed to hear for so long. “i love you too,” you choked out, your voice breaking as the emotions overwhelmed you. it was your turn to sob, your body shaking with the force of everything you had been holding back. and this time, it was taehyung who held you, who wrapped his arms around you and didn’t let go. he held you as if he would never let go, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

that was all it took. three words, eight letters, and he was yours.

✧.*

a/n: off-brand gossip girl

REBUKE (책망) (DRABBLE)

✧.* 18+

not much to you, not much to your name. stripped bare of everything that made you normal, sane. bare naked under your nightgown, maybe that was just the way he liked it when he went to town. barely any clothes to you, let alone something to your name. maybe it was fate, the way the photo fit the frame. when you’re dealt a bad card, what’s there to do? you pray to god with your hands on your knees and he tells you, fuck it, just deal, that’s what i expect of you.

pissing on the stove just to put the fire out, it explained why the walls had started to fall apart and move about. the floors creaked and the paint had started chipping long ago, maybe that was the first card you had grown to know. mommy would tell you to put a brave face on, to put your trust in god, all of your burdens would be gone. maybe he really was there, and everything would be fine. but he wasn’t listening, maybe he was busy turning water into wine.

taehyung was there, and he managed to care. he called it brotherly love, but it wasn’t enough. you had seen him cry when he wanted to be tough. when daddy started drinking his money away, taehyung made sure he kept you at bay. he was full of love, you seemed like a leech. all you did was watch him, even when he was out of reach. he didn’t seem to mind, you were his little girl, after all. he had to protect you, you seemed so fragile, so small. every time you felt cold in the middle of a storm, you’d suck on his leg just to feel warm.

he was reckless, made a name for himself with the cops. everyone swore he was evil, but you swore he was not. those same cuffed hands kept your body warm, they kept you together when you had been torn. he was so good to you, really, only you. as long as you were good to him, he would be too. he liked his guitar, you liked ballet, but no differences mattered as long as his sister was okay. he never prayed, he just did as he pleased. so you were shocked to see him with daddy, on his knees.

mommy started praying more, it was all she knew. rotting in the bed, it was all she could do. she couldn’t move or talk, but she was still there. she had her eyes closed a lot, but you knew she aware. praying, begging, asking why she had been dealt such a card. why did he intend on making her life so hard? when her eyes were open, she watched you with a smile. her look was sympathetic, she had been doing that for a while. she loved you a lot, you knew it in your heart. you wondered if her end meant having a fresh start. something smelled rotten, and it had started to spread. nobody really noticed, maybe they were already dead.

the floor had started off cold, but warmed up with your touch. it was a constant cycle, and you weren’t left with much. it’ll be over soon, you thought, daddy's just hurt. mommy’s gone now, she’s been living in the dirt. but you looked so much like her, when he drank, he couldn’t tell. you knew it when you felt him, you could recognize the smell. you never listened to god, so you chose not to rebuke. you just let him touch you, use you until you puked.

you were never scared of god, there was no such scare. what you were terrified of was, maybe, he wasn’t even there. who would be your witness, would anybody care? would the paintings on the walls come to life, or would they continue to stare? would anybody break bread, or would they let you famish? would they, too, pray that daddy would vanish? you thought of taehyung, hoping he would hear your pleas. you thought of him some more when daddy said, “get on your knees.”

taehyung had his problems, he couldn’t get out of his head. he had made a name for himself with the feds. you didn’t care, he loved you just right. he helped you clean up when he got home that night. maybe you were too scared, maybe even in a haze. taehyung knew you had seen better days. he didn’t have to ask you what happened, he knew better. he saw the way you prayed and wished you could just leave together. you knew it would kill him, the blood that trickled down your thigh. he still caught a glimpse, but he wanted to deny. he wanted to think you had fallen and scarred, that the bruises on your knees were from praying too hard. but he knew better, and so did you. he loved you more than you ever knew.

when daddy died, he died in a rush. that was when taehyung told you to hush. “you didn't see him go, he just disappeared. he left us because he was sad mommy isn't here.” you nodded and told him it would be a secret, you pinky swore that you would keep it. he loved you, he did everything for you. it kept you warm, and it was all you knew. he managed to take away what hurt you the most, you were a parasite and he was your host. you didn’t mind it, and neither did he. he knew it was the only place he wanted to be.

the thought made his hands shake, someone hurting you. it wasn’t enough, what he had to do. red stained his hands and anger tainted his soul, the work of the devil had taken its toll. he found himself praying for you to finally be okay, for men just like daddy to be kept away. you blossomed under his love and his care, when he hugged you tight and kissed your hair. why was is unnatural, why was it wrong? if love was pure, and he had done it for so long.

this is different, you thought, your brother was never a fraud. let us love one another, for love comes from god. this time, you listened to god, and you chose not to rebuke. you just let him touch you, use you until you puked.

✧.*

little and the beast

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

category: ddlg, smut, fluff

word count: 3.2k

warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare

rating: 21+

notes: i decided to rewrite this one because i didn't like how it turned out the first time. hopefully this version is more enjoyable. :)

Three rules.

One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.

Two: Use your manners when asking for something you want or would like.

Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

These are what Taehyung set in place for you after your reveal of your little headspace and the little chat that followed afterwards. It took some time to get used to it, of course, since he was unsure how to exactly care for your needs, but he figured it out. For example, when you're little, you have different mannerisms and habits, such as babbling away while playing with your stuffed animals or coloring. Your temper is horrendous too, throwing fits whenever something isn't the way you want or you don't get your way. Your style changes too, dressing in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, an adult who pretends to have her shit together.

You switch between headspaces often without warning, so much it gives him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to his proper role. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of mind.

Even when you're not little, you thankfully remember your rules.

While Taehyung loves your regular personality, the Y/N he fell for, he adores it when you're little. You're so clingy and talk to him like a young girl, asking him to do things with you, like coloring or watching you play dress up. The power and authority he holds over you is amusing, not only as your boyfriend but as your caretaker too. Especially when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.

And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime.' Most of the time, this happens in his bedroom or studio, places you often seek him out for relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you beg for him to help you, that uncomfortable bubble in your lower belly.

The two of you mainly have sex whenever Taehyung comes home from work hard, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through him. He adores how you submit to him, listening to you squeal and cry while he uses you like the good cumslut you are, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so filthy, allowing him to rail you whenever and wherever he desires. Yet you do deny him when you're not in your little headspace, but when you are, you become instantly wet and bend over for him, face down and ass up. One of his favored positions.

Today is one of those days where Taehyung returns from work hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could concentrate on during practice was the events of last night, when you rode him for the first time like a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent bum clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants – needs a second round.

With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively looking for you. You're in little space nowadays, which means you greet him with cute hugs and kisses each time he's home. This time you don't, which has him frowning. Closing the door, he sets down his bag and shucks off his shoes. He stays still, listening for you. Then he hears a moan, very quiet and desperate. He stiffens, his features stoning. Silently, he stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the door to your little room. It's open a crack. Taehyung peeks inside, his jaw clenching.

With your face in the pillow and your pink, frilly dress bunched at your chest, your hand frantically rubs away at your clit, your expression scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Soft noises leave you as you circle your sensitive bud of nerves, your thighs trembling and toes curling in your white stockings. Your panties lie abandoned beside you on the bed, the crotch area soiled with your slick, your hand shining with it too.

Taehyung sighs. He's disappointed to discover you directly breaking your first rule. He had planned on rewarding you for being a good girl last night, but your present display is a great cause for punishment.

One hand tucked in his pocket, he places the other on the knob and opens the door wider, stepping into the room. His features are incredibly serious and cold, his eyes dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks. His tone has a stern bite to it, one he knows you hate.

You freeze at the sound of his voice, your head slowly turning in his direction. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, are now reddening in shame. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, shifting to sit on your heels and adjusting your dress. You wipe your sticky, dirty fingers on the sheets, then reluctantly twist to face him. You bow your head. You don't dare meet his gaze.

"Wasn't doin' anything," you quietly say in your cute, childish voice. You play with the skirt of your dress, "p-promise."

Taehyung scoffs. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of the situation when he caught you. This is a common trait in both of your headspaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away when you're an adult. When you're little, however, is a different story. He steps further inside, shutting the door.

"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects, slowly approaching you like a predator.

You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"

Quirking a brow at your denial, Taehyung traps you with his arms, hands on either side of you. "Don't even try," he murmurs. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."

"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your innocent eyes wide with panic. "I didn't, I promise!"

"Then why were you touching yourself?" Your mouth snaps shut, and you look away. He barks out a little laugh. "That's what I thought." He straightens and tugs off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules?"

Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."

He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"

"N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."

"That's right." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"

"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.

"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" You hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.

Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."

"That's right. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."

Shaking, you shuffle off the bed and go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely while you slide it open and kneel, searching for the item he requested. You return to him with a box in hand. You crawl back to your spot while he opens the box. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it taut.

"Lay down," he orders, climbing on the bed as you obey him, parting your legs for him. Your arms are curled to your chest. "Hands up."

Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"

His strict gaze shuts you up. "You know better than that, darling," he says, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I catch you deliberately breaking your first rule."

"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.

He shakes his head. "It's too late for that now. You should've thought about this when you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment."

You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress by the collar and cleanly rips it in half. A loud wail leaves you, your eyes welling with tears. It was your favorite dress, which adds to your punishment. Licking his lips, he parts the ruined material, freeing your body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, the poor thing still drenched and aching. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his palms along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material.

"You look so pretty," he coos, smirking at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his staring as his touch drifts back up to your tits, cupping them. "My pretty princess."

He kneads your breasts, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You softly squeak, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. A little chuckle leaves him. Taehyung hovers above one of the pink buds, collecting his saliva and allowing it to fall from his lips. You gasp when he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a second. Then he roughly bites it, and you squeal, jolting beneath him. He peeks at you, seeing your red cheeks and pouty lips.

"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin nearby, soothing it occasionally with his tongue. He continues this until there's several of them circling your nub. You tremble while he admires his handiwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."

"You know your safe word," Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, making you jump again, and he latches on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it. He repeats his harsh process just moments before, brutally suckling and nibbling. You mewl at his roughness, tugging at your restraints, squirming. He has to pin you down to keep you still.

After painting your breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his artwork. Shit, you look so gorgeous now that both your tits are marked purple and red.

"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, aggressively handling the squishy mounds before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, curving your spine and perking your chest in his direction. The headboard creeks, and he glances up to find you pulling at the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung tenderly hushes you, leaning in to kiss you. You whimper against his lips, wriggling just a bit. "P-Please..."

"Please what?" he murmurs. His kisses drift down your jaw to your neck, further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt. You screech. "Use your words, slut."

"F-Fuck me!" you plead. "P-Please! It hurts!"

"What hurts?" His hand drifts along your sensitive center, smirking at your sobbing. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and in response, you buck your hips. His gentle touch becomes another spank, and you yelp. Tears stream nonstop down your face now. "What hurts? Answer me."

You look away in embarrassment. You absolutely hate voicing what you want, which is why Taehyung makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. Please fuck me. N-Need your cock so bad..."

He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes glancing between your legs, tilting his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of it leaks and slowly drips drown to your asshole. He licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't do that now, can he?

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve it. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."

You wail and thrash beneath him, yanking at the ribbon. He stares at you, half-expecting you to tap out, use your safe word and make this torture stop, but you don't. Your lips tremble, refusing to utter the one word that'll free you from his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles instead. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plea in your shining eyes.

You lift your hips. "P-Please!"

Huffing, Taehyung leaves the bed and shucks off his boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach, ready to be stuffed inside you. His tip is flushed an angry red, precum surging from the slit. He spits in his hand, using it as lube. He crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at the tip. You greedily drink him in as he drops a pearl of spit on your pussy. You shive, widening your thighs even more.

"Please," your croak, whining and tossing your head back when he glides his cock along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."

Taehyung hums in reply, aligning with your entrance, placing a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still. He slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your hot, wet cunt eagerly welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks him in, eating him up for all he is. A hiss leaves him once he's fully sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy!" you mewl, tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.

He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering mouth with his own. You softly moan at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks, another signal of you tugging on your restraints. He growls, biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark, dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, Taehyung starts a swift, sharp pace, his thighs clapping against your ass. His hands move to your legs to keep them separated for him.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits bouncing in time with the rocking bed. "O-Oh my god!"

"Behave, slut," he grunts, focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment, yeah?"

Whining, you bury your face in your arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're close to your high. Your loud noises are enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth, Taehyung keeps rutting into you, ripping himself from within you just when you're about to cum. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet.

"Daddy, please!" you cry, shivering like a leaf beneath him.

He smirks and spanks you, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl. I don't think you earned the right to cum."

"P-Please, Daddy!"

He clicks your tongue at your poor begging. "You can do better than that, slut."

"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on the ribbon again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise! I won't touch myself ever again and I'll do anything you ask. J-Just please lemme cum, Daddy!"

He lowly chuckles. That's much better. He smacks his cock on your clit a few times, watching you jump before slipping back inside you. He resumes his merciless tempo, fingertips digging into your thighs. You screech, arching your back as he snaps his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of you in tandem with your squelching pussy.

Above you, Taehyung spots you circling your wrists. He checks his bondage, only to see the redness of your skin. Sighing softly, he slows down to reach up and free you. Your arms immediately fly around his neck, clinging to him and digging your nails into his shoulders as he resumes his pace. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, his dick abusing your poor cunt.

"D-Daddy, 'm cumming," you mewl into his ear, warning him. He hisses when you drag your nails down his back, the pain egging him on. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"

"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, angling a bit better, running like a well-oiled machine. His thighs now sting because of the impact against your ass. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."

You let go instantly. You scream, arching your back and squirming while your body soars with euphoria, your pussy sporadically spasming around him. Taehyung shakily groans, growing sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his dick deep inside you, emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly moan in satisfaction, happily rolling your hips.

Taehyung slumps on top of you, slowly grinding to ride you both through your highs. He pants, attempting to regain his breath, his body hot and cold at the same time. He closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow.

Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

You shake your head. "No, but I'm kinda sore."

He frowns. Carefully, he sits up and withdraws himself from within you. Your mixed cum soon follows, leaking and dripping from you like gold. Taehyung tenderly picks you up and carries you to your adjacent bathroom, setting you on the toilet to prepare your bath. While the tub fills with warm water, he adds bubble bath and your favorite bath toys.

After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he gently lowers you into the water.

"Relax, princess," he says, undoing your braids. "Let Daddy clean you up, okay?"

"Okay."

He wets your hair and massages your shampoo into your scalp, rinsing and following with your conditioner. You hum, playing with your toys while Taehyung takes care of you. After your hair, he moves on to your body, wiping you down, being extra careful when he arrives at your center. He kisses your cheek to distract you, and you giggle, smiling at him.

He loves this, adores spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare. You are his baby, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear underneath the beast. Soon you're squeaky clean, and he pats you dry. He dresses you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting you to be all nice and warm.

"Let's watch a Disney movie now, okay?" he suggests, changing the sheets and stucking you in afterwards. He hands you your stuffed bear. You beam and nod. "I'll grab you some snacks and your sippy."

"Okay, Daddy!" you chime.

With a loving look, Taehyung leaves for the kitchen, chopping up strawberries and a banana, placing them in a container with three slots. He puts cheezits in the biggest one, then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, watering it down a bit. He returns to you with your promised treats. You clap your hands in delight.

"Thank you, Daddy," you say as you accept your snacks and drink, popping a sliced strawberry into your mouth.

"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying beside you with the remote in hand. He turns on your favorite Disney movie, cradling you as you nibble away on your cheezits.

While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you."

You smile. "I love you, Daddy."

© thekaykery 2022

little and the beast

member: kim taehyung

category: ddlg, smut, fluff

word count: 3.2k

warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare

rating: 21+

note(s): i decided to rewrite this one because i didn't like how it turned out the first time. hopefully this one is more enjoyable. :)

You're his beloved girlfriend, and Taehyung loves both sides of you: big and small. But one day, he comes home to find you breaking one of your rules. Now Taehyung has no choice but to punish you for disobeying him.

Three rules.

One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.

Two: Use your manners when asking for something you want or would like.

Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

These are what Taehyung set in place for you after your reveal of your little headspace and the little chat that followed afterwards. It took some time to get used to it, of course, since he was unsure how to exactly care for your needs, but he figured it out. For example, when you're little, you have different mannerisms and habits, such as babbling away while playing with your stuffed animals or coloring. Your temper is horrendous too, throwing fits whenever something isn't the way you want or you don't get your way. Your style changes too, dressing in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, an adult who pretends to have her shit together.

You switch between headspaces often without warning, so much it gives him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to his proper role. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of mind.

Even when you're not little, you thankfully remember your rules.

While Taehyung loves your regular personality, the Y/N he fell for, he adores it when you're little. You're so clingy and talk to him like a young girl, asking him to do things with you, like coloring or watching you play dress up. The power and authority he holds over you is amusing, not only as your boyfriend but as your caretaker too. Especially when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.

And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime.' Most of the time, this happens in his bedroom or studio, places you often seek him out for relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you beg for him to help you, that uncomfortable bubble in your lower belly.

The two of you mainly have sex whenever Taehyung comes home from work hard, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through him. He adores how you submit to him, listening to you squeal and cry while he uses you like the good cumslut you are, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so filthy, allowing him to rail you whenever and wherever he desires. Yet you do deny him when you're not in your little headspace, but when you are, you become instantly wet and bend over for him, face down and ass up. One of his favored positions.

Today is one of those days where Taehyung returns from work hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could concentrate on during practice was the events of last night, when you rode him for the first time like a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent bum clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants – needs a second round.

With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively looking for you. You're in little space nowadays, which means you greet him with cute hugs and kisses each time he's home. This time you don't, which has him frowning. Closing the door, he sets down his bag and shucks off his shoes. He stays still, listening for you. Then he hears a moan, very quiet and desperate. He stiffens, his features stoning. Silently, he stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the door to your little room. It's open a crack. Taehyung peeks inside, his jaw clenching.

With your face in the pillow and your pink, frilly dress bunched at your chest, your hand frantically rubs away at your clit, your expression scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Soft noises leave you as you circle your sensitive bud of nerves, your thighs trembling and toes curling in your white stockings. Your panties lie abandoned beside you on the bed, the crotch area soiled with your slick, your hand shining with it too.

Taehyung sighs. He's disappointed to discover you directly breaking your first rule. He had planned on rewarding you for being a good girl last night, but your present display is a great cause for punishment.

One hand tucked in his pocket, he places the other on the knob and opens the door wider, stepping into the room. His features are incredibly serious and cold, his eyes dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks. His tone has a stern bite to it, one he knows you hate.

You freeze at the sound of his voice, your head slowly turning in his direction. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, are now reddening in shame. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, shifting to sit on your heels and adjusting your dress. You wipe your sticky, dirty fingers on the sheets, then reluctantly twist to face him. You bow your head. You don't dare meet his gaze.

"Wasn't doin' anything," you quietly say in your cute, childish voice. You play with the skirt of your dress, "p-promise."

Taehyung scoffs. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of the situation when he caught you. This is a common trait in both of your headspaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away when you're an adult. When you're little, however, is a different story. He steps further inside, shutting the door.

"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects, slowly approaching you like a predator.

You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"

Quirking a brow at your denial, Taehyung traps you with his arms, hands on either side of you. "Don't even try," he murmurs. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."

"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your innocent eyes wide with panic. "I didn't, I promise!"

"Then why were you touching yourself?" Your mouth snaps shut, and you look away. He barks out a little laugh. "That's what I thought." He straightens and tugs off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules?"

Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."

He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"

"N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."

"That's right." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"

"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.

"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" You hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.

Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."

"That's right. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."

Shaking, you shuffle off the bed and go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely while you slide it open and kneel, searching for the item he requested. You return to him with a box in hand. You crawl back to your spot while he opens the box. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it taut.

"Lay down," he orders, climbing on the bed as you obey him, parting your legs for him. Your arms are curled to your chest. "Hands up."

Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"

His strict gaze shuts you up. "You know better than that, darling," he says, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I catch you deliberately breaking your first rule."

"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.

He shakes his head. "It's too late for that now. You should've thought about this when you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment."

You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress by the collar and cleanly rips it in half. A loud wail leaves you, your eyes welling with tears. It was your favorite dress, which adds to your punishment. Licking his lips, he parts the ruined material, freeing your body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, the poor thing still drenched and aching. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his palms along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material.

"You look so pretty," he coos, smirking at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his staring as his touch drifts back up to your tits, cupping them. "My pretty princess."

He kneads your breasts, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You softly squeak, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. A little chuckle leaves him. Taehyung hovers above one of the pink buds, collecting his saliva and allowing it to fall from his lips. You gasp when he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a second. Then he roughly bites it, and you squeal, jolting beneath him. He peeks at you, seeing your red cheeks and pouty lips.

"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin nearby, soothing it occasionally with his tongue. He continues this until there's several of them circling your nub. You tremble while he admires his handiwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."

"You know your safe word," Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, making you jump again, and he latches on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it. He repeats his harsh process just moments before, brutally suckling and nibbling. You mewl at his roughness, tugging at your restraints, squirming. He has to pin you down to keep you still.

After painting your breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his artwork. Shit, you look so gorgeous now that both your tits are marked purple and red.

"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, aggressively handling the squishy mounds before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, curving your spine and perking your chest in his direction. The headboard creeks, and he glances up to find you pulling at the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung tenderly hushes you, leaning in to kiss you. You whimper against his lips, wriggling just a bit. "P-Please..."

"Please what?" he murmurs. His kisses drift down your jaw to your neck, further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt. You screech. "Use your words, slut."

"F-Fuck me!" you plead. "P-Please! It hurts!"

"What hurts?" His hand drifts along your sensitive center, smirking at your sobbing. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and in response, you buck your hips. His gentle touch becomes another spank, and you yelp. Tears stream nonstop down your face now. "What hurts? Answer me."

You look away in embarrassment. You absolutely hate voicing what you want, which is why Taehyung makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. Please fuck me. N-Need your cock so bad..."

He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes glancing between your legs, tilting his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of it leaks and slowly drips drown to your asshole. He licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't do that now, can he?

"Are you sure?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve it. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."

You wail and thrash beneath him, yanking at the ribbon. He stares at you, half-expecting you to tap out, use your safe word and make this torture stop, but you don't. Your lips tremble, refusing to utter the one word that'll free you from his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles instead. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plea in your shining eyes.

You lift your hips. "P-Please!"

Huffing, Taehyung leaves the bed and shucks off his boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach, ready to be stuffed inside you. His tip is flushed an angry red, precum surging from the slit. He spits in his hand, using it as lube. He crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at the tip. You greedily drink him in as he drops a pearl of spit on your pussy. You shive, widening your thighs even more.

"Please," your croak, whining and tossing your head back when he glides his cock along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."

Taehyung hums in reply, aligning with your entrance, placing a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still. He slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your hot, wet cunt eagerly welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks him in, eating him up for all he is. A hiss leaves him once he's fully sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon again.

"D-Daddy!" you mewl, tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.

He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering mouth with his own. You softly moan at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks, another signal of you tugging on your restraints. He growls, biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark, dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, Taehyung starts a swift, sharp pace, his thighs clapping against your ass. His hands move to your legs to keep them separated for him.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits bouncing in time with the rocking bed. "O-Oh my god!"

"Behave, slut," he grunts, focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment, yeah?"

Whining, you bury your face in your arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're close to your high. Your loud noises are enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth, Taehyung keeps rutting into you, ripping himself from within you just when you're about to cum. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet.

"Daddy, please!" you cry, shivering like a leaf beneath him.

He smirks and spanks you, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl. I don't think you earned the right to cum."

"P-Please, Daddy!"

He clicks your tongue at your poor begging. "You can do better than that, slut."

"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on the ribbon again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise! I won't touch myself ever again and I'll dop anything you ask. J-Just please lemme cum, Daddy!"

He lowly chuckles. That's much better. He smacks his cock on your clit a few times, watching you jump before slipping back inside you. He resumes his merciless tempo, fingertips digging into your thighs. You screech, arching your back as he snaps his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of you in tandem with your squelching pussy.

Above you, Taehyung spots you circling your wrists. He checks his bondage, only to see the redness of your skin. Sighing softly, he slows down to reach up and free you. Your arms immediately fly around his neck, clinging to him and digging your nails into his shoulders as he resumes his pace. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, his dick abusing your poor cunt.

"D-Daddy, 'm cumming," you mewl into his ear, warning him. He hisses when you drag your nails down his back, the pain egging him on. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"

"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, angling a bit better, running like a well-oiled machine. His thighs now sting because of the impact against your ass. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."

You let go instantly. You scream, arching your back and squirming while your body soars with euphoria, your pussy sporadically spasming around him. Taehyung shakily groans, growing sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his dick deep inside you, emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly moan in satisfaction, happily rolling your hips.

Taehyung slumps on top of you, slowly grinding to ride you both through your highs. He pants, attempting to regain his breath, his body hot and cold at the same time. He closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow.

Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"

You shake your head. "No, but I'm kinda sore."

He frowns. Carefully, he sits up and withdraws himself from within you. Your mixed cum soon follows, leaking and dripping from you like gold. Taehyung tenderly picks you up and carries you to your adjacent bathroom, setting you on the toilet to prepare your bath. While the tub fills with warm water, he adds bubble bath and your favorite bath toys.

After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he gently lowers you into the water.

"Relax, princess," he says, undoing your braids. "Let Daddy clean you up, okay?"

"Okay."

He wets your hair and massages your shampoo into your scalp, rinsing and following with your conditioner. You hum, playing with your toys while Taehyung takes care of you. After your hair, he moves on to your body, wiping you down, being extra careful when he arrives at your center. He kisses your cheek to distract you, and you giggle, smiling at him.

He loves this, adores spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare. You are his baby, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear underneath the beast. Soon you're squeaky clean, and he pats you dry. He dresses you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting you to be all nice and warm.

"Let's watch a Disney movie now, okay?" he suggests, changing the sheets and stucking you in afterwards. He hands you your stuffed bear. You beam and nod. "I'll grab you some snacks and your sippy."

"Okay, Daddy!" you chime.

With a loving look, Taehyung leaves for the kitchen, chopping up strawberries and a banana, placing them in a container with three slots. He puts cheezits in the biggest one, then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, watering it down a bit. He returns to you with your promised treats. You clap your hands in delight.

"Thank you, Daddy," you say as you accept your snacks and drink, popping a sliced strawberry into your mouth.

"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying beside you with the remote in hand. He turns on your favorite Disney movie, cradling you as you nibble away on your cheezits.

While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you."

You smile. "I love you, Daddy."

© babiekaykes 2022

I recently addicted to ur taehyung fic (little and the beast) god I loved the couple like how adorable their relationship was so maybe can you do for the same couple or an individual tae x reader smut where OC is his girlfriend and she secretly planned to tease tae by wearing bunny cosplay lingerie and asks him to fuck her in that outfit which she looks so cute as well as hot and tae immediately giving in his pretty girl's wish 🥺🥺💗

This is my first ever ask so pls ignore if it's cringe or whatever lol

yes ofc!!! tsym for loving little and the beast! this one's for you ❤️

honey bunny

pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader

category: smut, fluff

word count: 2.3k

rating: 21+

warning(s): ddlg, daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!f!reader, bunny costume, destruction of said costume, pet names, daddy kink, cursing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, allusion to choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise, aftercare, mentions of squirting and passing out from said squirting

notes: again, tsym for requesting this! ik this took forever but life grew hectic bc of college! ty for your patience! p.s. what a good time to release this with layover amirite-

You don’t know if this is a good idea.

Purchasing this… gift with Taehyung’s card was risky enough. Yes, he’s able to see the Amazon charge in his account and know it was you. Yes, he likes to ask what you buy. Yes, you tried your best to hide this in a spot where Taehyung doesn’t normally look. Really, you’ve just been waiting for the opportunity to take it out and wow him.

And today is the day.

Gazing in the mirror at your reflection, you run a hand over the sleek white leather costume. Cinched at the waist, it emphasizes your hips and bum, and the cups do little justice to contain your breasts. You paired fishnet tights, wrist cuff sleeves, and a collar with the costume, along with a bunny ears headband; white stilettos top off the outfit. You even put on some makeup: black liner, mascara, blood-red lipstick.

Although you know it’s all going to come off with your tears and spit, you wanted to be pretty, look pretty for Taehyung.

However, this seemed like a good idea at first, but now you’re second-guessing yourself.

As your dom and caretaker, Taehyung is accustomed to seeing you in cute, frilly clothing, since you’re in little space more often than not. So you don’t know how your boyfriend is going to react. The least he can do is like it, right?

He doesn’t have to love it. You just want to… surprise him.

The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing catches your attention. Your hands become clammy. You scurry to the bed and lay down, stretching along the blankets, which are soft against your skin. Footsteps approach, growing louder with each one, then–

"Jesus Christ."

You shyly peek at your boyfriend. Taehyung stares at you, utterly divine in loose beige pants and a garnet tee tucked into the waistband, his dirty-blond hair swept back away from his face. His brown eyes are wide with shock, knuckles white from his tight grip on the doorknob. You carefully roll over, exposing your chest, and his throat bobs.

“Hi,” you murmur, smiling a little.

He doesn’t reply straight away, obviously stupefied by your costume. “What’s this?” he croaks.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” you quietly ask him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you step towards him. “I got it for you.”

Another gulp. Taehyung drifts to you, enchanted. “You look…” His slender fingers curl around your waist. He sharply exhales, eyes unable to stay still. “Fuck, you look so pretty, babygirl.”

"Thank you," you whisper.

His touch is fire, burning through the costume and branding his fingerprints into your skin. Your eyes flutter when his hands trail up to your breasts, caressing them, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the leather. You bite your lip to contain a mewl, heat flooding your cheeks as Taehyung tugs the cups out of the way. He plays with your rosy buds, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, bolts of arousal shooting straight to your pussy.

“So this is what you bought that day,” Taehyung softly says, almost to himself, tugging at your nipples.

“Please,” you pant, jolting when he pinches a bud.

A ghost of a smirk. "Please what?"

You swallow, trembling. "Please fuck me."

Taehyung chuckles. He pinches your other nipple, drawing a whine from you. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."

You pout, eyes dropping in embarrassment. You dislike voicing your needs. He should know what you want by the way you react to his teasing, but that’s what Taehyung likes. The power he holds over you as your dom. He wants you to express your thoughts, tell him exactly just what you want.

It reminds him how much you trust him with yourself, submitting to his every touch and kiss, handing over your body to do as he pleases with it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, shivering, head tilting back as Taehyung mouths kisses on your throat. “Please. N-Need you so bad. I-I don’t are what you do to the costume, just please fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckles, the low sound a sweet caress. “Alright, babygirl. Anything for you.”

A few seconds later, you’re on the bed again, this time with Taehyung crawling on top of you. He slots between your legs as your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. You quietly moan when his hands cup your tits, calloused fingertips digging into them. The stark comparison of his rough fingers on your smooth skin is arousing. Your eyes roll, bucking your hips up into his hand while he strokes your hot center over the costume, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. You grasp his shoulders for support, a little wail escaping you when Taehyung rips the costume at the seams.

“Daddy!” you whine, heart aching at the loss of your costume.

“What?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just doing what my babydoll wants.”

You open your mouth to retort, to remind him you bought this costume with his money, but the thought disappears the second Taehyung glides a finger through your folds. You quietly moan, pressing your lips together when he easily locates your clit and rubs quick, little circles on it. You swallow, rocking into his touch all while his eyes burn into you.

That’s another thing Taehyung loves in this dynamic with you: Watching you squirm beneath him from pleasure and your orgasms. It doesn’t matter if you seek from his mouth, touch, or cock. He adores the view of you experiencing total euphoria because of him, and it’s even better because he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. His precious girl, all his to love and care for in every way possible. But he knows you secretly like it too, watching him get off on you getting off.

“Daddy, please,” you plead, your hand sliding down to his arm from his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

Taehyung merely hums, his eyes dark and gleaming as he sips a long finger inside you. You whimper, your legs trying to snap shut, but his body stops it from occurring. He pumps it in and out of you at a steady pace, listening to you whine and moan, observing the way you writhe in bliss.

“How badly do you want it, babe?” Taehyung rasps, deep voice husky with lust. He rests his forehead on yours, your breaths mixing while more noises spill out of you. “Huh? How badly do you want Daddy’s cock? Tell me, babygirl.”

“Please!” you cry out, back arching when the pad of his finger brushes over your sweet spot. “O-Oh, fuck yes, please–”

“W-Want it so bad!” you sob, tears stained black from your liner and mascara. “Please, please, fill me up until I can’t think of anything but you!” You squeal, your entrance burning slightly from the intrusion of a second digit, but it feels so fucking good. “P-Please, fuck me up with your big cock, please!”

Taehyung smirks. “That’s a good girl."

While he continues to finger you, Taehyung miraculously shucks off his pants and boxers, cock springing free from its confinements. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Long and girthy, slightly curved with a bulbous tip, veins ridging it, the prominent one crawling up to his frenulum like a tree. You pant in anticipation as Taehyung sits between your legs once more, clenching around nothing when he taps his cock on your drenched pussy.

You’re so deep in your own little world that you don’t even notice him removing his shirt. You grind up against his dick, whining, clit singing at the friction.

“Want Daddy’s cock so bad, don’t you?” Taehyung coos.

You eagerly nod. “Yes, please!”

“Let me hear it one more time, baby.”

You keen, clutching the sheets in your hands, a lump of frustration growing in your throat. Damn him and his teasing. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, and finally, after what felt like endless torture, he enters you. He hisses. “Fuck, so fucking tight...”

You, on the other hand, are in complete bliss, eyes shut in ecstasy. He fills you up little by little, sinking further and further into you until he’s fully seated within you. Your eyes roll at how full you feel, his pelvis pressed to your core, his balls flush with your second hole. You softly pant, shifting in your spot beneath Taehyung, your walls rhythmically clenching around him. This spurs him into action.

He starts slow, one deep stroke after another. You quietly curse, and Taehyung lowly groans, the sound causing you to clamp down around him again.

“Fuck, relax,” Taehyung croaks.

“F-Feels so good,” you whimper.

“I know, baby.”

Your head falls back on the bed, a little whine slipping out of you, your tits bouncing in time with Taehyung’s gentle tempo. You hook your knees to your chest, allowing him more room to work. He lovingly pets your thighs in thanks. Taehyung grunts, nibbling his lip, his hair falling in his face. God, he looks like a god above you like this, completely drunk on your pussy, just like you’re drunk on his cock.

“Go faster,” you plead. “Please.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung picks up the pace, assuming a medium tempo. “Like this?”

You whine and shake your head. “Faster!”

“Be specific, darling.” His hand ghosts over your throat, which has your walls fluttering around his cock. His fingers always make a pretty necklace when Taehyung’s in the mood.

“F-Fuck me until I can’t think straight,” you beg, lightly grasping his wrist. “Please, Daddy.”

“That’s better.” Soon, Taehyung bucks into you with the manner of a well-oiled machine, quick and precise, hips smacking against your ass. He grunts, holding your legs for you while you cradle your tits for emotional support. “This what you wanted, babydoll? Hm?”

“Yes!” you cry, pinching and pulling at your nipples. “F-Fuck yes, Daddy, oh my god!”

Taehyung breathlessly chuckles at your confirmation, using your words as encouragement. He adjusts his angle slightly, along with the depth of his thrusts, and a loud wail is ripped out of you. He smirks. Bingo. Taehyung continues at this position, tip bludgeoning your sweet spot repeatedly. You shriek, eyes crossing, stars speckling your vision. You can’t even talk anymore, rendered speechless by his cock.

He melted your brain. He always does.

The sensation of his cock deliciously gliding against your throbbing walls is addicting, creating a high only your pussy adores. The veiny ridges provide a pleasant catch along your molten core, the lip of his tip adding to it, perfectly hitting that spongy part within you again and again. Your toes curl in your heels, and because of Taehyung’s godly pace, one of them falls off, bouncing on the bed and clattering to the floor. The other one joins it in courtesy of Taehyung.

“Gonna fuckin’ pump you full of my cum,” Taehyung grunts, curling up and hovering above you, forearms situated by your head. His pace becomes stilted, signaling his approaching end. “Until it leaks out of you, babygirl.”

You simply moan, which has him laughing. “Did I fuck my girl dumb? You’re so cute.”

Despite his impending doom, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from fucking you with fervor. No, he keeps going, pistoning into you, operating like a jackhammer.

“D-Daddy,” you croak, clawing at his ribs. The icy burn you’ve learned to love has begun to creep up on you, body trembling in expectation. Fuck, you’re so close. “‘M-M gonna cum.”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah? Gonna make a giant mess on my cock?”

“U-Uh huh!”

He hisses, brows furrowing in determination. Jaw clenching, Taehyung vigorously pounds into you, fingers tangling in the sheets by your head. Your noises rise in volume as your orgasm speed towards you like a bullet train, closer and closer until–

You scream, back arching like a bow, your soul dropping into the pool of euphoria waiting to embrace you. You loudly moan as its fingers caress you, stroking the most intimate parts of you while your pussy paints Taehyung’s cock white, not even aware of the clear liquid splashing all over the two of you. You sink deep into that pool, ascending into spaces you’ve never reached before. Your eyes grow heavy, and your hearing is reduced to a high-pitched ringing.

You shut your eyes to rest for a few seconds, just to wholeheartedly enjoy euphoria’s touch. However, when you wake, you discover you’ve been tucked under the blankets. You frown and sit up, only to pause at the feeling of cloth on your body. You glance at yourself. You’re no longer in the costume; rather, in a large oversized tee.

What the hell?

“You’re awake.”

At his voice, you seeks him out. He enters the bedroom with a bowl of your favorite snack and a glass of water.

“What happened?” you quietly ask him.

His lips stretch into a smug smirk. “You squirted. Hard. Then you passed out, but I cleaned you up and made sure you were comfortable.” He offers you the snack and water. “I bring refreshments.”

Your cheeks flare with heated embarrassment. “I-I passed out? From squirting?"

“Yup.” Taehyung chuckles, crawling into bed beside you. “It was pretty hot, not gonna lie. I came on your tummy instead of inside you like I wanted, but it’s okay. Your health and safety comes first.”

You shyly sip your water, leaning back on the pillow. “Did you like it, at least?”

“Hm?” Taehyung peeks at you. “Like what?"

You bashfully divert your gaze. “The outfit.”

A low chuckle. “I loved it, baby. You looked so pretty in it while I fucked you, and those tights… Goddamn.”

You quietly giggle, bowing your head, your hair falling and curtaining your red face. Taehyung brushes it behind your ear. “I loved it, babydoll.”

“Really?” You peek at him.

“Mhmm.” Taehyung twines an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “If you order another costume next time, tell me. I wanna see you put it on.”

“N-Next time?”

“Oh, baby.” Another chuckle rumbles in his throat. He presses a kiss to your ear. “There’s always a next time with you.”

© thekaykery 2023

[4:10 PM]

pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader

category: smut

word count: 581

rating: 18+

warning(s): cursing, oral(f), implied aftercare

notes: this was requested by a follower! i hope you like it ❤️

Sometimes, during those long, lonely nights, you wonder what his tongue feels like.

It'll obviously be heaven, hot and wet against your soaked core, tasting you, devouring you whole, your poor clit subjected to his endless teasing and licking. It'll be utter bliss when he fucks you with it, stroking your walls with his tongue, delightfully slurping your juices straight from the source. He'll torture you with it until you cum on his tongue with a cry.

You guess that's why you asked him. Taehyung, your best friend. He is the source of your naughty fantasies after all.

He initially gaped at you, like he misheard you, which caused you to blush and become embarrassed, but did he deny you? No, he didn't. After a thorough talk about consent and what will happen to your friendship, Taehyung grants your wish.

That's how you ended up how you are: Your thighs spread wide, bare pussy exposed to the chilly air of Taehyung's apartment with his face in it. He exceeds your expectations. Of course he does because it's Kim Taehyung. He blows your mind no matter what, so are you surprised by his skill in the art of oral?

No. Not one bit.

You watch him with wide eyes as Taehyung drags his tongue over your folds, his breath hot, his hands keeping your legs apart. A little whimper escapes you when he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling on it, his tongue occasionally darting out to collect the juices leaking out of you. He hums against you, and you tremble, face growing hotter while your eyes roll in bliss.

"T-Tae," you croak, managing to focus on him again, gasping when Taehyung wags his head back and forth. "Oh fuck…"

"Feel good?" Taehyung softly asks you, his eyes darting up to your face, and they sparkle with satisfaction and how utterly wrecked you look. "Hm? Does this pussy feel good?"

"Y-Yes!" you mewl, back arching at his finger prodding at your entrance.

Fuck, his fingers too!? You don't think you'll survive this.

"Good," he purrs, sliding one of his long fingers inside you, steadily pumping it in and out of you in time with his tongue. "I'd be sad if you said no."

With every brush of his digit along your walls and every suckle and lap from his tongue, your end creeps closer and closer. Your noises grow higher in pitch and volume, starting to squirm more often in your spot on the couch. Realizing the signs, Taehyung pumps his finger faster, swipes his tongue more furtively over your clit.

"T-Tae!" you cry out, tangling a hand in his hair.

Taehyung merely hums in reply, watching you with those dark eyes, coaxing your orgasm even more. More, just a little more, then–

"Ah!"

You screech, hips bucking and body thrashing as your high crashes into you. You whine and moan through your orgasm, clutching Taehyung's hair like it's your last lifeline. Your vision grows fuzzy, your ears ring. Taehyung continues humming between your legs, diligently guiding you through your end until you finally calm down.

"Wow…" you whisper, staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving from lack of breath.

"Was that okay?" Taehyung appears in your line of sight, expression written with concern, but his shiny lips and chin make you blush. "Y/N?"

"Yeah," you murmur, nodding. "Yeah…"

You hear him chuckle as he lifts your limp body into his arms. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

© thekaykery 2023

◦•●◉✿ They are two ✿◉●•◦

Paring: Kim Taehyung x FemReader

Genre: Fluffy, Taehyung being extra cute

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His hands were sweating a little so he rubbed them against his tight black jeans, trying futilely to calm down a little as he let out a heavy sigh, his eyes fixed on the clock above the door that seemed to be ticking slowly as if it wanted to torture him, his feet with their heavy black cut-offs tapped nervously against the floor causing a low rhythmic sound as his head rested against the wall behind him, the ceiling of the place was ugly and very bright, causing a slight discomfort if he looked at it for too long. He sighed, his body aching from sitting in that hard, uncomfortable plastic chair, but he couldn't leave, he needed to see and hear his little girl, to know that it was her.

A smile lit up his face when he imagined her, his beautiful little girl, he could hardly contain his joy and excitement when he thought about it, it still seemed unreal how things had changed so much for him in such a short time and how his already happy life had become immensely happier after receiving that wonderful news. One day he was just Taehyung, a bts member, a good friend, a good boyfriend, and now he was…

— Miss Yn and Mr Kim — Called a nurse in a light blue coat at door number 06, the same door he knew so well and would continue to enter for some time until the big day arrived. Taehyung jumped out of his chair, relieved to finally be able to leave that tedious room and not have to feel his body ache because of those horrible chairs. His smile covered his whole face, making him look sweet and jovial, which made him even more beautiful — This way, please.

He held her hand gently and helped guide her into the white room with one of his hands on her back. The delicacy with which his hands touched her body made it seem like glass, like an extremely delicate rose; he looked at her so passionately that the girl's heart almost stopped beating. When he had finished laying her on the gurney, he stopped next to her head, held one of her hands and stroked her hair with the other while looking excitedly at the small screen.

During the doctor's conversation with his girlfriend, the boy's mind travelled far and wide, trying to imagine different shades of hair, eyes, and what his little hands or nose would look like. Would she look more like his family or hers? Would it have a way about it like his or hers? Would its laugh be like hers? He wanted it to look like her so much.

— Do you want to hear the heart? — The doctor asked and they both said yes immediately, which made her laugh, Yn squeezed his hand lightly, which made Taehyung smile even more. The sensation of hearing his own child's heart beating was indescribable, it beat so fast and strong, a sigh broke through his lips at the same time as a shiver ran through his body, emotion filling his heart, but there was something strange — They're healthy babies, they're two girls, congratulations.

Time seemed to have stopped and Taehyung remained petrified as the doctor explained that one of the twins had been hidden during the first consultation, a consultation in which they ended up not being able to hear the little heart because the device was slightly faulty. The man looked at his future wife's belly while he felt an immense joy invade him, he was a little afraid that he might not be able to cope with everything, but knowing that he was going to be the father of two girls filled him with a joy that he didn't know he would be able to feel. Taehyung had finally got the family he had once longed for.

— There are two of them! And they're going to be girls! I won! — He shouted excitedly, looking at his girlfriend, who sighed and rolled her eyes, but then laughed at his excitement. The young father was referring to the bet they had made as soon as they found out they were pregnant, that if they were girls, the names would be chosen by him, Taehyung hugged her gently and kissed her forehead, feeling like the happiest man in the universe — They're twins, love, our girls!!!

He turned away to look at her and the happiness he felt was reflected in her, he could see his whole life being spent next to that woman and all the happy memories they would share together, he had never loved anyone so much and he doubted he would ever love another woman apart from her, he had finally found his "home".

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This is just a little something I thought of today and thought someone might like to read it 💜 Have a good night💜

#kimtaehyung

Hogwarts AU! Kim Taehyung x Reader: Notes

A/n: I was gonna write it in normal. But then I thought why not take this to a different AU. Here, whoever is born in the same year is in the same Hogwarts Year.

(Houses acc to me )

Summary: You have been getting anonymous notes, they are all signed by a venus flytrap flower, yeah strange. But what happens when you find senior Kim Namjoon using the same quality of scented parchment, however you noticed your portions partner Jeon Jungkook drawing the very same venus flytrap in his notebook.

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You were in the study hall hurriedly writing into your DADA (Defence Against the Dark Arts) paper that's due soon when you find a paper swan perched on your book, it had your name on it. You looked around but didn't find anyone looking at you, Strange, Really strange, you thought, and went back to your assignment putting it inside your robe's pocket. It wasn't until you reached back your dorm and took off your robe when you remembered about it.

"What's that?" Jennie your roomate asked

"I don't know, it just came flying to me" you said sheepishly

"Oooh does Little Y/nie have a secret admirer?" Ryujin, your other roomate sung out

"Who has a secret admirer?" Sana asked as she entered your dorm room.

"Me, apparently" you said with a laugh.

You opened the yellow parchment with the scent of lavender, and read out loud.

Hey, you look really cute in those new glasses

The note was signed with a Venus Flytrap.

"A Venus Flytrap? That's a strange choice of flower" Jennie said from over your shoulder

"That's kinda a redflag?" Sana said and you shrugged and put it in your bedside drawer.

"Whatever, I have early morning astronomy. Let's go to sleep" you said.

"Aren't you curious?!" Ryujin asked climbing on your bed.

"I am, but I have no idea anyway so I wont work a sweat" you said, and climbed on your bed pushing her out.

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And you received one of these notes everyday, all had something written about you, though the hand writing was a bit messy but the drawing of the venus flytrap was the same and so intricate and beautiful. You had even grown fond of those yellow scented parchment that Venus used. Yes, that's what you, your friends and roommates named it.

You and your friends were sitting in the courtyard and chatting during a free period when Ryujin came running out of nowhere and said "Quick Y/n come with me"

"Ryujin? What?!" You asked but she already pulled you with her.

"Didn't you have quidditch practice?" You asked

"We did, but the Slytherins tricked into getting this slot. But, that's not the point, on my way I was passing and you wont believe it I collided with Kim Namjoon" she said, still pulling you

"Senior Kim Namjoon?" You asked to make sure

"Yes, but that's not important, look" she said and it was then you noticed that you were near the black lake and there he sat Senior Kim Namjoon, scribbling away on a yellow parchment.

"So? That's just a yellow parchment"you said

"No. It smelt exactly like Venus'" she said.

"But, he can't draw. I know that as a fact" you said.

"Yes, but those are really costly parchments and rare so not a lot of people use them because you need to take a lot of care of them white writing" Ryujin informed and you nodded.

"It's not possible to be him" you said

"And how do you know that?!" Ryujin asked.

"I just know" you said and shook your head to walk back to your friends. But, it did make you think, so you made sure that you're aware of your surroundings all the time. But, you could find nothing. No spell could help you, so you realised that the sender really wanted to stay hidden.

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Hence, one day you were going around in the library to search for a tracking spell when you saw a guy struggling with too many books, he almost dropped a huge heavy book on his foot, but you swiftly pulled out your wand and chanted: "Arresto momentum"

"Hah! Thanks!" The guy said with a deep voice and a boxy smile.

"You're welcome. That's sure a lot of books" you said grabbing the one in the air and a few more and helped him set them down on the table.

"It's Taehyung by the way" he said putting out his hand. You shook it and said "Y/n, yes I remember your name, we did a project together, last year". You watched as blood rushed to his cheeks. Cute, you thought.

You both were studying, at least you were while Taehyung seemed to be struggling.

"Anything wrong?" You asked

"Yeah, um... There are so many words together, it makes me sleepy" he said with a sheepish grin and your heart almost skipped a beat.

"Let me help you" You said and grabbed the book and pulled it, you started making drawings and teaching him. You could see Taehyung smiling and nodding.

"Wah, I did actually understand all this stuff. How do you even understand these, it's above your level?" he said in surprise.

"My mom is a herbologist, I've been around them for ages" you said.

"Y/n, you are really good at this. Would you mind helping me again?" He asked

"Sure, come find me by my dorm" you said and hurried down to your potions class, the last class of the day.

You entered the class just in time as Professor Mclagen entered. You smiled at your class partner and he reciprocated with a bunny smile.

Today's, assignment was to make a Draught of Living Death potion. You were in the middle of the class when a loud crash was heard followed by a couple of shreaks. You didn't even need to turn to know that Mingyu and BamBam had yet again messed up and their concoction was on the floor, burning Jihyo's shoes and who was now screaming at the pair. You were so busy laughing, you didn't notice your hand by chance hit the pile of your books on the table and they fell. You quickly picked them up, when you noticed something strange that hit you like lightning there you saw little bits of paper with the drawing of a venus flytrap, yes, exactly the one you get in the notes.

You immediately stood up grabbed your books and rushed out mumbling an emergency to the Professor leaving the whole class in awe.

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Taehyung was very happy to have spent time with his crush. He knew how kind you were from that time a Senior-Junior partner up project the previous year. He was so surprised, (in a good way though) when you said that you remembered him. Even though he had no problem re-starting from scratch. He remembers when the two of you were first paired up and the more time he spent with you, the more he liked you. He bared it for 1 year until he decided to do something about it and thus he sent you anon notes. But, that wasn't enough for his heart and he can't just go up to you and tell you he has been sending you letters, so he wanted to talk to you, he was wondering why, when his clumsy ass gave him the chance. But, about the notes? Nobody knew, not Jimin, not even Jungkook who draws the Venus Flytrap for him, V for Venus, V, his nickname. The only loose end was Namjoon hyung, who lent him those parchments to write and saw him charming the paper swan and sending it to you. Yes, Namjoon had been helping Tae.

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"You walked out on Professor Mclagen!" Sana screamed as soon as she entered the room, "Are you okay!?"

"I am, I just, uh... Saw the same venus flytraps on some chits inside Jungkook's book. And I panicked and ran away" you explained.

"Aww it's okay" She said rubbing your back.

"What happened?"Jennie came in and asked "You ran away from Mclagen?"

You face palmed and Sana explained Jennie.

"I know what could cheer you up! Let's go for a walk" Jennie suggested, you checked there's still time for dinner, so you walked out, only to meet Ryujin who dropped her books and was also tagging along.

The four of you sat there discussing what happened in your potions class. "I don't understand, what's wrong with Jungkook sending you letters?" Jennie asked still confused

"He's gay Jen. He's dating Park Jimin" you said

"May be he's bi?" Ryujin pointed out

"Could be, but he's still dating and that would be wrong. Besides the sender knows a lot about me, and Jungkook and I have rarely spoken. He doesn't even look interested apart from the class." You said.

"You know what? Ask him" Sana suddenly said

"What! Are you crazy?!" You exclaimed

"Hear me out" She said and kept continuing "Ask subtly, like, just complement him saying you saw those in his books and watch his reaction" she shrugged

"That's actually a good idea" you said nodding.

While you were going to the big hall, you met Taehyung on the way, who asked you to meet in the courtyard the next day after lunch, for another study session.

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"What's with you and Kim Taehyung?" Ryujin asked as soon as you came to sit at your spot they saved.

"We just study together" you said shrugging.

"He's cute isn't he?" Sana said

"Yeah" you said smiling.

And you three started talking about the next hot thung available.

The study sessions with Taehyung was actually fun, you got to know that he is actually good in charms and helped you with your assignments. You've got to know that he plays the saxophone quite well and his best friend is Jimin. He also got to know alot about you and he seemed to be genuinely interested. You and him now studied often and it's been over 2 months now that you're receiving a note everyday.

The notes kept on coming and they all were really cute. But the Venus Flytrap gets you every time, and you get more and more worried untill you finally asked Jungkook oneday.

"Those flowers you draw are really nice. Venus Flytraps right?" You asked looking into him searching for any sign of discomfort or anything.

"Oh, I draw these for a friend, he gets them made at the end of his assignments or something" he said with a smile.

No, he isn't Venus. If not him then. Who? You wondered.

"I'm telling you it's Kim Namjoon, he uses the same parchment" Ryujin said.

"And I told you it's not possible. We've never even spoken, I'll be surprised if he even knew my name" You said.

"I kinda agree" Sana said.

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"Guys! We found it" you heard Bambam and Mina whisper yelled as they pushed the book towards you, pointing at a certain place of the openned page.

"Apare Vestigium? No its not for objects. You morons, read!" Jihyo chided at them.

"Here, I think I found it!" Ryunjin exclaimed"This spell can turn any object into a tracking device" she turned the book to you.

"Avenseguim. Let's try it" you three swiftly slipped out of the library and to try it out.

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"Tae! V! V! Tae!" Namjoon almost burst through the Hufflepuff house's main door.

"What?!" Tae stood up in alarm. And what Namjoon said next left Taehyung in shock and scared.

"Y/n and her whole gang are looking for you" he said

"What?! What do you mean?" He asked

"I was in the library when I heard them talking about a tracking spell that can turn a device into a tracking device for the owner!" He said and as soon as the words left his mouth, Taehyung froze.

"What do I do?! Hyung! What do I do?!" Taehyung was in shock.

"Tell her! Tell her before the note does" Namjoon said "I have a plan"

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You and your friends had tested the spell on a bunch of things that seem to return to its owner quite well so you ultimately tried it on one of the notes. And were now following the piece of paper that was flying around the school.

Suddenly, it stopped at a place, you and the rest got confused.

"What's wrong?" Bambam asked.

"Y/n!" You heard a familiar voice and turned around.

"Please walk with me Y/n" he said looking serious

"Tae, I'm in middle of something" you said.

"I know and this is important" he said. Your friends are still confused as to what's going on but you followed him away from all the chaos.

You watch him ponder over his words and fidgeting.

"Taehyung, it's okay, What is it?" You asked trying to calm him down "Do you need help with something?"

"I like you!" He said, stepping close to you, he then looked at the corner and signalled someone who when you looked closely got to know was Namjoon pointing his wand towards your flying note. As soon as he released his hand, the note came back to life and rushed towards you or more like at Tae and in time he caught it and said "I was sending the notes to you"

You were shocked, kinda glad because you liked spending time with his too and had a little crush but you never expected him to actually like you.

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Here, you were sitting in Three Broomsticks, for your first date with what seemed to be a start of something new.

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[6:50 a.m.] kim fucking taehyung stood in a black turtleneck tucked into black slack-like pants and a faux fur coat draped across the span of his broad shoulders. his stylist adjusted his bangs over his face as the magazine editor spotted you. “ah there you are, y/n, right on time. we’ll have someone help you set up, and we should be running in five minutes!” nodding, you started setting up your equipment and pulled out your camera. by the time you shot the photos, the time had gone from 6:50 to almost 9:30. you had help from the editor and the magazine’s staff. you did your best to shoot these pictures, if you were honest with yourself but how could you when taehyung looked so good? you tried not to stare at him too long, although his mere presence a couple feet away from you shook you to the core. once th shoot was over and you started to pack up, you felt your phone buzz. a text from an unknown number said: you wanna grab some breakfast? there’s this really nice place that makes a really good waffle nearby. when you texted back a tentative who’s this, your heart was beating out of your chest because almost immediately the unknown number replied taehyung. i got your number from the staff lol don’t freak out. well, you know what they say; when your all-time celebrity crush turned (kinda) colleague offers to grab breakfast with you, you don’t refuse.

when you tell him you're pregnant, please and thank you!

⨽ pairing: taehyung x reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: 

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part of the scenario game

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"Yes, I may wear glasses, Maria, but I remember seeing two lines," you exclaimed into the phone, and your best friend let out a laugh. “I was kidding, but anyway, congratulations,” she exclaimed, and you smiled.

“Thanks, but don’t you think it’s a bit early?” You asked, and she dramatically gasped. “I mean you guys have been married for less than a year but, I do not think it is too early. Especially when you both love and want children.

“You have point...” you mumbled and she hummed in response. “Any plans on how are you going to tell the baby daddy?” she asked and you let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Maria, I have no idea, I think I’m just going to tell him when he least expects it,” you said and she nodded, despite you not being able to see her. “Well good luck. Tell me how he took the news okay?” she asked, and you hummed in response. “Will do, bye Maria,” you said, and she smiled. “Bye, princess.”

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You laid in bed, scrolling through Instagram as you waited for your husband to finish showering. The bathroom door opened, and Taehyung immerged from the bathroom. Dressed in his sleepwear. “Did puke while I was away?” he asked as laid next to you, and you shook your head.

“No, I was fine the whole day,” you said. “But it’s weird. Maybe we should get checked since you only get sick in the mornings,” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you said and turned to him. “Don’t worry,” you and placed a peck on his chin. “Fine... but if it goes on for any longer, we’re getting you checked."

You hummed in response and averted your attention back to your phone. The sound of Taeghyung’s phone filled the room. “Who’s calling?” You asked. “The members,” he said before answering.

“I think I’m just going to tell him when he least expects it,” a sly smiled formed on your lips. “Taehyung,” you said, and he just looked at you with a raised brow, mouthing a what.

“I’m pregnant,” you said, and his eyes widened. “YOU’RE WHAT?” he exclaimed, completely forgetting he was on the phone. “I’m pregnant,” you repeated louder.

“Congratulations!” “Tae’s finally gonna have a child of his own!” “Congratulations, Taehyung!” the voices of members could be heard. “I’ll call you back guys,” he said before ending the call and look at you with wide eyes.

"Yes, Taehyung, I'm pregnant," you said for the third time. "You are? For real?" he asked, and you nodded. He pulled closer to him and showered your face with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeated in between kisses. "Your welcome," you laughed.

"I can't believe I didn't realise the morning sickness," he mumbled. "For how long did you know?" he asked, laying your head on his chest. "Since today actually," you said and he nodded in response.

"I'm so happy I get to start a family with you," he whispered. "Me too Tae. Me too."

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NON-EXISTENT

⨽ summary: your “friends” claim your boyfriend is non-existent

⨽ pairing: taehyung x reader

⨽ genre: fluff (idk)

⨽ warnings: may be cringe

⨽ word count: 1667

⨽ a/n: it’s been a while hi :)

"Tae!" you called as you put on your shoes and grabbed your backpack. "Yes?" he replied as he walked down the stairs, ruffling his hair. "I'm off to school now... do you mind picking me up today?" you asked and looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. "Yes," he replied, and you sighed. "O-okay, see you later then, your lunch is on the kitchen counter." You gave him a small smile before walking out. 

You were used to his short answers and cold tone. Sometimes you'd question if he even loved you, but you'd quickly pushed those kinds of thoughts out of your head. You knew Taehyung had always had trouble expressing his feelings. It was rare to see him smile or hear him laugh.

But you loved him either way. You waited at the bus stop for the next bus. Classes would start in about an hour, and you weren't looking forward to bumping into Yerin or Jiho. They often boasted about their boyfriends and how sweet they were. How he'd take them to school, come to pick them up and take them somewhere nice for lunch after classes, how he would buy them almost anything they wanted. 

Taehyung often bought you stuff too, but that's not what you want from him. The only thing you wanted was for him to show you how much he loved you. Kiss you, cuddle with you, take you on dates more often. When they asked about him, and the things he did for you... you never had much to say.

Because of that, the girls wouldn't believe you. Claiming that you're lying or saying that to avoid being left out.

The bus finally arrived, and you hopped on, plugging in your earphones to listen to some music. 

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You arrived at school and hopped off. You pulled your phone out of your pocket at the sudden feeling of vibrations. You smiled when you saw the notification was from Tae.

Tae:

Thanks for the food.

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"Y/n! What're you smiling about." You looked up to see Jiho. You turned off your phone and placed put back into your pocket. "Oh, Jiho. I was just reading a text from Tae." You said, and she let out a laugh. "You mean that non-existent boyfriend of yours?" she asked, and you rolled your eyes. "He's real, okay? If you don't believe me, it's fine. Anyway, how are things with Wonwoo?" you asked and frowned. "We broke up a while ago..." she said, and you nodded.

"Hope you find someone better." You said and walked away.

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You let out a sigh of relief as the sound of the bell filled your ears. Your classes for today were finally over. You packed your books and walked out of the lecture room. "Y/n, wait up let's walk out together." You turned and saw Yerin. "Oh, okay then." Why are they acting like my friends today? You asked yourself. "How're things with Daehyun?" you said, starting a conversation, and she smiled. "Great! He's not picking me up today, but a friend of mine is. Why don't you meet him!" she said, and you nodded. You both walked out and saw a familiar face looking at his phone.

"Jimin?" you asked,  and the pink-haired male looked up. "Oh! Hey Y/n." he smiled at you and waved. "You two know each other?" Yerin asked, and Jimin nodded. "Yeah, her boyfriend Taehyung is my best friend." He said, and Yerin gasped. "You mean her non-existent boyfriend?" she asked, and Jimin looked at her with an evident frown on his face. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, and Yerin shrugged her shoulders. "He doesn't seem to be real." She said before opening the door and getting in. "Bye Y/n!" she waved, and you waved back.

"It was nice seeing you, Jimin! I need to go." You said before making your way to the bus stop. Jimin stood there, completely perplexed. He shook his head and hopped into his car. 

After dropping Yerin off at her apartment, Jimin decided to give Taehyung a call. 

"Tae!" he said as soon as the call was connected. "Yeah?" he responded. There was the sound of pages turning in the background, indicating Taehyung was busy working. "I suggest you pick up y/n tomorrow," Jimin said, and the sound of pages turning stopped. "And why is that?"

 "Bro, she talks about you for sure, but her friends don't believe her! I picked up one of her friends today, and when she asked how we knew each other, I told her I was Taehyungs best friend." Jimin explained.

"How is that an issue?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin groaned. "Yerin, the girl I picked up today was like: "You mean her non-existent boyfriend?" That's the issue!" Jimin exclaimed. "So they don't think I'm real?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin sighed. "YES!" he exclaimed. "I mean, imagine never seeing the boyfriend your friend talks about so much, I'd think they'd be lying too," Jimin said. Taehyung let out a sigh. "Thanks for telling me, Chim." 

Taehyung ended the call and stared at nothing. 'Is that why she always asks me to pick her up?' He asked himself. He let out another sigh and ran his fingers through his hair before going through the paperwork he was busy with before Jimin called. 

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You walked down the stairs, fixing your hair. "Good morning, baby," you looked up to see Taehyung. "Oh, morning. You're down early," you said. Usually, Taehyung would only come down when you were about to leave. 

"Yup," he responded. You walked towards the door, and Taehyung frowned. "You're not going to eat before you leave?" he asked, and you hummed in response. "Not feeling hungry,"  you said, grabbing your backpack and double-checking that everything you needed was there. 

You were about to put on your shoes when you stopped when Taehyung began to speak. "What time will your classes finish today?" he asked walking, towards you. "Uh, 2 p.m. why?" you asked, and he shrugged.

"Just asking." He said before pulling you into a hug and placing a kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm not like other boyfriends..." he said, and you smiled. "It's okay, you're Taehyung, my boyfriend, and I like you the way you are." You said and smiled.

"Now I need to go." You tiptoed and pecked his cheek. "See you later."

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For some reason, today felt like a drag. You were barely halfway through the day, and you were already feeling exhausted. "Y/n!"  you turned to see Jiho, and you groaned. You weren't in the mood to talk to her.

"Yerin told me that her friend is best friends with the Taehyung guy. So he's real?" Jiho asked, causing you to roll your eyes. "I told you he is. You guys just didn't believe me."

You said, and she chuckled. "So when can I meet him?" she asked, and you sent her a weird look. "Why?" you asked, and she smiled. "I just want to see him... I'm your friend after all." She said, and you scoffed. "When did we become friends?" You muttered before walking to your next class.

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Taehyung sat in the car as he looked through his gallery. In about 10 minutes, you'd be done with your classes.  After what Jimin had told him yesterday, he decided to pick you up. Students who had finished already grew curious as to whom the owner of the fancy car that parked in front was. 

Taehyung opened the door and got out as he realised it was now 2 o'clock. He put his phone in his back pocket. He leaned against the car and crossed his arms as he waited for you to come.

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You stretched your arms and let out a whine. The day was finally done. You began to make your way to the exit when you overheard a few conversations between a group of girls. 

"Who was that? He was so handsome..." "I wonder who he's here for?" "Is he even real?" "I've never seen him around campus." 

You wondered what was going on. There were more students by the entrance today, and they all seemed to be talking about the same person.

"Oh my gosh y/n!"  you turned your head to see Jiho and Yerin, and you flashed them a fake smile. "Y/n! Did you see that guy! He's so handsome!" Jiho said, and you shook your head. "No. I just got out of class, so I have no clue who you're talking about." You said. "Come!" she said and grabbed your arm, dragging you outside. 

"That guy!" Jiho said and pointed in the direction. You looked only for your eyes to widen. There he was, your boyfriend. He seemed to be looking for something. Then it clicked he was here for you.

"Tae!" you exclaimed, causing the male to look in your direction. You wriggled your arm out of Jiho's grasp and ran up to him and gave him a hug. 

"Is this why you asked what time I was finishing?" you asked, looking up at him, and he nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist hugging you back.

"Who is this Y/n?" Yerin asked, walking up to you with Jiho not far behind. "Hi! I'm Jiho! Y/n's friend." She said and stuck her hand out for him to shake. You frowned and turned your head, causing Taehyung to look at you and back at her. "I'm hungry. Let's go and find somewhere to eat," he said, ignoring the girl who awkwardly put her down.

"Oh, by the way. This is Taehyung, my boyfriend. Tae, these girls are Jiho and Yerin. We aren't really friends they are just people I talk to here and there." You explained, remembering Yerin's question earlier. 

"There, you finally met my boyfriend. We'll be off now, bye." You said, getting into the car and closing the door.  Taehyung looked at the girls.

 "See, I'm not non-existent. "

hope you enjoyed it! i took a break from writing so i’m sorry if it’s weird and stuff like that lol

hihi <3 this is for the quote game: "i wish you knew just how much i love you," !! thank you for writing :D !!

⨽ pairing: taehyung x reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of!

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Taehyung let out a sigh as he opened the front door. He was finally home. "I'm home," he called as he removed his shoes and replaced them with slippers.

"Tae, you're home later than usual," you said as you walked towards your boyfriend. "I know, today was busy. I'm exhausted," he said, gently pulling you into his embrace and placing his chin on your head.

You smiled soft and wrapped your arms around him, snuggling into his chest. "I just wanna stay like this till tomorrow," he whispered.

"Why don't you take a shower and change into something comfortable," you said, lifting your head from his chest. "Then you can tell me about your day when we're in bed," you suggested.

Taehyung hummed in response. You smiled and gave your boyfriend a quick peck on his lips.

"Let me go, baby," you giggled as you realised that Taehyung wasn't letting go of you. "But I wanna stay like this," he mumbled. "Don't worry, Tae, you'll spend the whole night in my arms," you said, running your fingers through his hair, and he finally agreed.

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You were lying in bed, reading a book you borrowed from the library as you waited for Taehyung to get out of the bathroom.

The bathroom opened, and you looked up from your book to see a now refreshed Taehyung step out. "Are you done?" you asked, sitting up to place the book on the pedestal beside your bed.

Taehyung hummed in response. Taehyung wasted no time getting into bed. You let out a laugh as Taehyung eagerly tried to make you lay down.

"I can lay down by myself just fine, Tae," you said. "You're taking too long," he whined.

Once you had finally laid down, Taehyung rested his head on your chest and wrapped his around you, snuggling closer to your body. You gently ran your fingers through his hair as he began to tell you about his day.

You closed your eyes as you listened to complain about the workload he's receiving at work and other stuff.

You didn't realise it, but you were beginning to fall asleep.

"And- y/n?" Taehyung asked as he realised you had stopped playing with his hair. He lifted his head and softly smiled when he realised you were fast asleep. He moved your hair out of your face to get a better view of your sleeping face.

"Looks like you also had an exhausting day," he whispered. Taehyung couldn't help but admire your sleeping figure. He didn't realise how lucky he was to have you in his life.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispered. "No one words can describe how happy you make me," he said, gently moving so that he could let your head rest on his chest instead.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair. "Thank you," he whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead and closing his eyes.

"I wish you knew just how much I love you," he mumbled, pulling you closer to his body.

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part of quote game , submit request here

hii, i could request "are you jealous" for taehyung :))

⨽ pairing: taehyung x reader (established relationship)

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of

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You crossed your arms over your chest, slightly pouting as you watched your boyfriend turn down another girl.

"I'm taken," he said, turning to point at you. You flashed the girl who was now looking at you a fake smile and waved. She awkwardly smiled before making her way back to her table.

"Why did he have to be blessed with such good looks," you ask yourself as he continues to wait in line.

You and Taehyung had been dating for a year now. You met him during one of your art classes. He was the model you and your fellow students had to draw depending on the perspective you were looking at him from.

You had taken more time on yours, and he was kind enough to sit longer, allowing you to finish your drawing.

"Thank you so much. Sorry for making you wait..." you trail off, realising you didn't know his name. "Kim Taehyung," he said and flashed you a smile. You returned the gesture. "Sorry for making you wait, Taehyung," you said.

"No need to apologise. I was the one who offered," Taehyung said, shaking his hands and head. "How about I treat you to coffee or a cupcake," you offer. "Actually, I prefer tea but sure."

You unconsciously smiled, remembering how the two of you began talking.

"Here, sorry it took long," you snap out of your thoughts to see your boyfriend taking a seat opposite you. You give him a small smile. "It's okay."

"Should we go to your place or mine?" you ask, reaching for his cup and taking a sip of his tea. "Hey, you have your own," he chuckles, pulling the cup from your hands. "How about yours? We were at mine yesterday. Plus, you said you needed to work on something anyway," he responded to your question, taking another sip of his tea.

"Excuse me," the two of you looked to see a girl standing by your table. You examined her figure. Her cheeks were pink, and her phone was in one hand. While she played with the hem of her skirt with the other. You took note of her features. She was pretty. She seemed to have a good sense of fashion, her hair was styled neatly. She had a cute hat on her head that matched her outfit. You frowned.

"Yes?" Taehyung asked, placing his cup down and turning to properly look at the girl. "Sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if I could get your number?" she said, shyly holding out her phone.

"I have a girlfriend," he said, glancing at you. You give her an awkward smile, and she gasps. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I thought she was your sister," she said quickly. "It's fine," you grumbled.

"Well, do you think I can still get your number?" she asks, causing you to raise your brow. "I, well, I have an assignment for my art and photography class. I have to find someone to model for a photoshoot for the photography part, and then I need to make a portrait of someone for the art part. I just think you're perfect for it," she said quickly, realising how the first part of her sentence probably sounded to you.

"Oh, um," Taehyung looking at, silently asking you if it was okay, and you simply nodded in response before staring at your reflection in your drink.

"Sure," he responded, and she smiled, handing her phone to him. Once Taehyung gave the girl her phone, she smiled before waving walking back to where she came from.

"That was-" Taehyung cut himself off with a frown. You were stirring your cup of tea, playing with the teaspoon. "Are you okay?" he asks, and you just hum in response, but the slight scowl on your face was quite evident.

Taehyung got up from his chair, walking over to sit on the chair next to you. "What's wrong?" He asked, trying to get you to look at him. You only turn the other way. "Nothing," you responded, and Taehyung let out a laugh.

You looked at him with a frown. "What's so funny?" You asked, and he only smiled, ruffling your head messy up your hair. "Are you jealous?" he cheekily asked. Your eyes widened, and you gasped. "I'm not jealous," you grumble, fixing your hair, and he laughs once again.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in anyone who's interested in me other than you," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body.

"I'm only interested in you," he whispered in your ear and placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

Your cheeks began to redden, and Taehyung laughed. You snuck a glance at him and smiled before picking up your cup of tea and taking a sip of tea.

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i didn't thoroughly proofread so my apologies if there's any typos that make it hard to understand :)

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