Kim Taehyung Fluff - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

CURIOSITY

⨽ summary: in which they stumble across a curious hybrid, while exploring an abandoned house.

⨽ pairing: poly!vminkook x reader (more of taehyung x reader ft. jikook)

⨽ genre: fluff (idk)

⨽ warnings: mentions of dead, decaying bodies but nothing too graphic.

⨽ word count: 1529

⨽ a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts, and i wasn’t sure if i should too post it or not, but in the spirit of spooky season (even though i’m late) i decided to post it. i actually had no intention writing this to be fit for spooky season.

"Whose terrible idea was this again?" Jimin asked as he stared at the abandoned house through the car window. "Your boyfriend's," Taehyung responded, causing Jungkook to scoff. "I'm your boyfriend, just as much as I am his."

"Now come on, there's nothing to be scared of. It's not like ghosts exist," Jungkook said, opening the car door and stepping out.

Taehyung looked at Jimin, who let out a sigh. "Let's just go. He did win fair and square," Jimin said before stepping out as well.

The three of them stood in front of the large house. "Why couldn't you just pick out something smaller?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook shrugged. "It just wouldn't be as fun," he said as he began to walk.

Taehyung grabbed Jimin by his hand and followed after their now excited boyfriend.

"Hopefully, the door isn't locked," Jungkook said before placing his hand on the doorknob and giving it a slight twist. There was a click, and the large door opened with a loud creak.

"Yes!" Jungkook exclaimed. "Let's go, hyung!"

Jimin and Taehyung followed behind him with their phones in their hands, flashlights on.

"Woah, this place is huge," Taehyung whispered, and Jimin groaned. "I know! That's what makes it even scarier."

Jungkook was way ahead of them, looking around the dark and dirty house in awe. "How could someone abandon this place?" he asked himself.

"Jungkook, baby, please slow down," Jimin said, and Jungkook whined. "Come on, hyung, we have so much to explore. What if we find something cool? Like a safe full of money? Or-"

"This isn't a movie, Jungkook," Jimin said. "Hyung, use your imagination," he said before walking up the stairs.

"We need to be careful on these stairs. What if the floorboard collapses or something?" Jimin said, fear evident in his voice.

"Hyung, if you keep thinking about these things, you'll continue to feel scared. As you said, it's not a movie after all." Jungkook said, quickly making his way to the top of the staircase. "Kook's right, loosen up a bit, babe," Taehyung said, giving his boyfriend a reassuring smile.

He nodded his head, following behind Jungkook.

Taehyung stood in front of a door at the beginning of the hallway. "Let's start here, then go down," he suggests to his boyfriends, who were already making their way down the dark corridor.

"Okay!"

The three of them explored each room, surprised to see that some were still fully furnished. "This one looks oddly clean. It's as if someone is cleaning it every now and then," Taehyung said, noticing how it wasn't as dusty as the other rooms.

"What if someone is?" Jungkook said, causing Jimin to frown. "Please don't say things like that," he whined, and Taehyung chuckled, ruffling his hair.

The three of them left the room and continued to walk further down the hallway, completely unaware of the curious eyes silently following behind them.

They soon reached the end of the corridor. The boys found themselves standing in front of a large door.

"That's my owner's room."

The three boys froze. "I know I did not just hear someone other than us speak," Jimin whispered.

"Please don't knock on the door. You're going to wake them up," the voice said again, and Jimin yelled and wrapped his arms around Jungkook.

The voice let out a shriek as well, hiding behind Taehyung. "Stop it, stop it, please," it whimpered, and Taehyung slowly looked down, shining his phone's flashlight onto the thing that was gripping so tightly on his leg.

The owner of the voice they heard was sitting next to his foot, eyes closed tightly. "Please don't make a noise! You're going to wake them up," it whispered.

"Tae, what is it?" Jungkook asked as Jimin peeked over his shoulder. "It's a hybrid," he whispered, crouching down towards the hybrid, who had one hand against one of its ears.

"Hey, it's okay, he's no more screaming," he whispered, and the hybrid slowly opened its eyes. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just curious. It's been a while since anyone came to the house," she said.

"My name is y/n. I'm a female panther hybrid," she said, and Taehyung smiled. "What are you doing in this house? We thought this place was abandoned," he whispered, and y/n looked at him, tilty her head to the side. "What does abandoned mean?" you ask.

Taehyung tries his best to explain while Jimin and Jungkook watch as their boyfriend speak to the hybrid.

"But my owner's have always been in their room," she said. "When he," she pointed at Jimin. "When he began screaming, I was scared he'd wake them up. They hate it when someone wakes them up. I didn't want them to beat him," she said, and Jimin frowned.

"Did they beat you?" Jimin asked, slowly moving from behind Jimin. The small panther hybrid nodded her head. "They only did when I'd wake them up or do something wrong," she responded. "But they haven't come out of their room for a long time," she whispered.

"Can we check inside? I promise we'll tell your owner's it was my idea," he said, and you nodded.

Jimin and Jungkook watched as Taehyung protectively pushed you behind him as he placed his door on the handle. They couldn't help but smile at the scene. Even though they had met less than 10 minutes ago, Taehyung felt the need to protect the poor hybrid.

The minute he opened the door, they were greeted with a foul smell. The two you scrunched your noses. "Why does it smell like something died in here?" Jimin asked. "That's because something did," Taehyung said, staring at the bed where two bodies were evidently rotting.

"Why do they look like that?" y/n asked, looking up at Taehyung. "They've been asleep for too long," is all he responds with, and y/n nodded, looking back at what used to be her owners.

Taehyung walked out of the house, holding a bag with a few things they took from the y/n's room. Y/n silently walked behind Taehyung and the two boys who walked beside him. She didn't know what was happening, but all she knew was she'd never have to deal with her owners again.

"Jungkook, can you sit in the front with Jimin?" he asked, placing her bag in the trunk of the car. "I wanna sit at the back with y/n," he finished, sneaking a glance at the hybrid who stood there, staring at the old house.

"You've taken a liking to the hybrid," Jimin commented, and Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I have," he responded.

The ride back to their house was mostly silent. You stared out of the window, admiring the tall buildings you drove past. Taehyung silently watched as your tail slowly swayed left and right, and the way your ears perked up when you saw something interesting. The fur on your ears and tail were the same colour as your long hair. Your green eyes seemed to sparkle as the sun gently shined on your face.

You were beautiful. "How old are you y/n?" Jimin asked, breaking the silence. "22, I was born in 1999," you responded, looking at Jimin, whose eyes were focused on the road.

"You're two years younger than Kookie," Jimin said. "She doesn't look 22 years old, though," Jungkook said, sneaking a glance at her through the review mirror. "She's so small. She looks like a high schooler," he said.

"When were you adopted?" Taehyung asked. "I was 16 when they adopted me," you responded, and Taehyung hummed in response.

"You don't seem to know much, or at least the things a 22-year-old hybrid know. How come?" Jimin asked, and you played with your hands. "They never really taught us anything at the shelter I stayed at before I was adopted. We were told to figure things out ourselves."

"Who would've known we'd find a panther hybrid in there," Jungkook began. "Yet alone, find dead bodies! I've only seen such things in movies. Wait, but how come no officials have ever bothered to check out the house?" he continued. "Shouldn't we report it to someone?"

"I think we should. We wouldn't want anyone else to see what we saw," Jimin responded with a shiver.

"Excuse me, sir," y/n said, gently tapping on Taehyung's shoulder. "You can just call me Taehyung," he interjected. Before letting y/n speak.

"Do all dead bodies look like that?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. It seemed she did that whenever she asked a question.

"No, they don't, at least not when the person has just passed. But I believe they eventually look like that," he responded, and you nodded.

"Mr Taehyung," she said, and Taehyung shook his head. "Just Taehyung is fine," he told her. "Taehyung, why were you at the house? No one has come to visit it in a while," you asked. Taehyung let out a chuckle. "Well, aren't you a curious little hybrid," he said.

"How about this. I'll answer your questions once we get home, but only if you'll answer mine."

⨽ title: admiration

⨽ summary: he’s been admiring you from the far and eventually gains the courage to finally talk to you

⨽ pairing: heartthrob!taehyung x nerd!reader (f)

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of

⨽ word count: 644

⨽ a/n: i hope you enjoy this little drabble i wrote instead of studying :p

There you were, sitting in your usual spot, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose and your head buried in yet another book.

Taehyung was watching you with a small smile evident on his face. "You know, you should really go up and talk to her instead of watching her like a creep."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, taking the cup of coffee from his friend's hand. "I'm not watching her like a creep. I'm admiring her from afar." Taehyung adverted his attention back to you.

You were now scribbling down something in your notebook. Switching your eyes from the book you were reading to your workbook.

"Just go and talk to her, dude. It's better than whatever you call this." Taehyung looked at his friend once more, sending him a glare before taking a sip of his coffee.

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The boy was at it again, sitting in the same spot he was in a few days ago, watching her study as usual. "Didn't I say talking to her would be much better than watching her like this?"

Taehyung let out a sigh. "I know you did, but I'm just was too shy to talk to her. I feel as if I'll stutter and embarrass myself."

Even though Taehyung was known as the campus' heartthrob, the boy was still quite shy.

"You should talk to her Tae, you're a great guy. Just find something the two of you can talk about together, and you'll have an easy conversation. Do you know what she majors in?"

"She majors in Criminology and Psychology. Takes Photography and Art as extra courses." He explained, and his friend gave him a big smile.

"Talk to her about Photography, talk to her about Art! You major in those two, so finding something to talk about shouldn't be hard!"  

"I don't know though, what if she isn't a talker? She's always quiet during lectures and stuff." Taehyung glanced at you. You were scribbling in your notebook again. "Just because she's quiet during lectures doesn't mean she's like that all the time."

"Stop worrying over nothing and go for it, Kim."

Taehyung got from his seat and nervously made his way to the table you were sitting at. He stopped and looked back at his friend, who gave him a big thumbs up before proceeding.

"Hi." You looked up from your book, fixing your glasses. "Hi." you greeted the male who was standing in front of you. "I'm Kim Taehyung. I share a few Photography and Art lectures with you," he nervously introduced himself.

"I know who you are. Almost everyone knows who you are." "Oh." You giggled at the boy's reaction causing him to smile. "Why don't you take a seat instead of awkwardly standing there?"

Taehyung was quick to take the seat next to you while you cleared some space for him, sliding your books to the other side of the table.

"So, why would Kim Taehyung want to talk to me?" You ask, wondering why the boy girls would swoon over was talking to an average student like you.

"Well, I just wanted to talk to you and stuff. You seem like a nice person," he said, avoiding your gaze. You hummed in response, resting your head you the palm of her hand.

"Why didn't you talk to me sooner, hm? You seem to have an interest in me for quite some time now." You couldn't help but giggle when the boy looked at you with wide eyes.

Fuck, you knew about him staring at you... No, not staring, admiring.

"Oh... I'm a little shy," he responded cheeks, turning pink.

"How about we go get some coffee together? Let me just finish this chapter before we go. Is that cool with you?" you asked, and the boy happily nodded, giving you a big smile.

"Yeah, it's cool with me."

i feel like making a part two to this where they have their ‘date’ but idk lol

“i can stare at you for hours” “creep”

• pairing: taehyung x gender neutral reader

• genre: fluff

• warnings: none

• a/n: just another mini fic. i might just create a mini fic master list because i don’t feel like adding to the drabble masterlist.

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The sound of your soft humming filled the quiet room. You looked to your side to see your boyfriend, who was resting his head on the table, dozing off. You shook your head and smiled, grabbing a pen and gently pulling a piece of paper from under his arm.

"hmm?" he hummed at the sudden movement. "You shouldn't be dozing off, love. You're supposed to be studying." You looked at the paper, reading through the notes Taehyung jotted down earlier.

You began to doodle little pictures on the corners of the page. Writing little reminders like 'remember to drink lots of water' or 'you can do it! i believe in you, love.'

You looked back at him, noticing that he hadn't moved from his sleeping position. Giggling, you switched to a marker. "I'm going to draw on your perfect face if you don't wake up, Tae," you playfully threatened, taking the cap off the marker and slowly moving closer to his face.

"y/n..." he mumbled. "hmm?" "Please let me sleep," he whispered, slightly opening his eyes to look at you. "If I do. You're going to regret it later, Tae," you warned, and he softly smiled. "Let me regret it."

"Okay, I'll just watch you sleep. I can stare at you for hours anyway." You laid on your arms, resting in a position similar to his.

Taehyung chuckled before reaching to take your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. "Creep."

Taehyung closed his eyes again, letting himself doze off again. You softly smiled and shut your eyes, this time with you falling asleep with him.

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⨽ title: calling him dad

⨽ summary: your daughter calls him dad for the first time 

⨽ pairing: taehyung x reader’s daughter x reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of

⨽ word count: 785

You softly hummed along to the song that softly played through the speakers as you chopped the vegetables. You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for your family. 

"Mommy," you hummed in response, glancing up from the cutting board to see your seven-year-old daughter standing by the entrance of the kitchen. 

When she didn't respond, you looked up at her again. She was nervously biting on her bottom lip, and she awkwardly shifted in her position. You frowned. "Luna, baby, is there something wrong?" You asked, and she shook her head. 

"I think I'm ready to call Taehyung my daddy. I don't want to call him Taehyung anymore, mommy. I want him to be my dad." 

Your eyes widened, and you put the knife down before making your way to her. 

"Are you sure, baby? Are you sure you want him to be your daddy?" You asked, crouching down to her level and placing your hands on her cheeks. She nodded. "Yes, mommy." You smiled and pulled her into your embrace. "You're going to make him so happy, baby."

When Taehyung first came into your life, Luna was just five years old. 

After your ex-boyfriend cheated on you and left you during your pregnancy, it took you ages to trust or date another guy, even after Luna's birth. When you finally did try dating again, none of the guys you talked to would talk to you again after you told them about Luna.

All of those guys would completely ghost you. Well, all of them except Taehyung. 

When you told him about Luna, he didn't become awkward. Instead, a smile grew on his face. He seemed to show a great interest in her and asked about her. Taehyung often asked about how she was doing when the two of you went on dates or hung out.  

When they finally met, they instantly clicked. The sight of Luna laughing with Taehyung as they played with her toys made you happy. That's when you knew Taehyung was going to be perfect for you. He was going to be perfect for both of you.

Now skip three years, and Taehyung's now your husband, and Luna will be turning eight in a few months.

"Am I really?" your daughter asked, and you nodded. "Super happy."

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"I'm home!" Taehyung exclaimed, closing the door behind him. "We're in the kitchen!" 

He removed his shoes and a smile plastered on his face as he made his way to the kitchen. When he walked in, Luna didn't hesitate to run up to him and wrap her arms around his legs. “You’re home!” "Hey, princess," he said with a chuckle, picking up the little girl. 

"Hey, Tae, how was your day at work?" You asked, closing the pot and making your way towards your husband. You placed your hand on his shoulder and gave him a peck on his lips. "Ew," Luna cringed, and Taehyung chuckled before pecking her cheeks. 

"Ew! Don't do that, daddy! That's gross!" She whined, wiping her cheeks and sending the male a playful glare as she pouted. Taehyung's mouth fell open in surprise, and he quickly looked at you before looking back at Luna. 

"Luna, baby... what did you call just me?" 

"I called you daddy! I don't want to call you Taehyung anymore. You're my dad." There was a big smile plastered on her face, and as he looked at her, he felt himself tearing up. "Oh no, why are you crying?" She quickly placed her hands on his cheeks.

"These are tears of joy, sweetie. I'm so happy. I'm crying because you just made me so happy." 

"Mommy, I made daddy so happy, he cried! You were right!" She giggled, and you hummed in response. "You knew?" He asked, and you nodded, flashing him a smile. "For how long?" 

"She told me today. About  an hour or two before you came in."

Taehyung couldn't help but shower the little young girl with kisses all over her face. He was so happy. He wanted Luna to see him as her father for the longest time. So hearing her call him daddy, he just couldn't help but feel ecstatic. This meant she finally saw him as a father and not the man her mother is married to. 

"Daddy! Stop!" She whined, with a couple of giggles coming escaping from her mouth. "Okay, I'll stop. I love you so much, princess. I love the both of you so so much," he said, causing you to smile. 

"We love you too, Tae." "Yeah, we love you too, daddy!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. 

"Oh my god, I feel like I'm going to cry again."

if you’re still taking requests,, could i ask for a meet cute with idol!taehyung? 🥺🥺 could be any dynamic you want!! hope that’s okay <3

⨽ pairing: (soloist) idol!taehyung x reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none i think of!

⨽ word count: 1305

⨽ a/n: not sure if this is what you wanted, but i tried! i hope you like it! <3

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You looked at your phone screen as you nervously fiddled with your fingers, waiting for the call to be connected. 

You couldn't believe that this was happening. You were about to get on a call with the Kim Taehyung. 

At the start of this week, you opened Twitter to see Taehyung had posted a tweet asking fans to enter their names and contact details into a google form because he was going to call some lucky fans. He explained that the winners would be picked based on the number of their submission and the help of google's random number generator. 

You decided to take a chance and filled it in, not expecting to win... especially after the artist posted about how he received over 500 thousand submissions. 

But to your surprise, on Wednesday, you received an SMS from a staff member stating that you were one of the lucky fans to have won a video call. After checking when you were available, they asked you to be ready to call on Friday at 9 pm. 

It was seven minutes past nine, and you were sitting in your room, phone up and leaning against a pile of books as you waited for your phone call with Taehyung to be connected. 

You sighed as you glanced at your mirror, wondering if you should've dressed up a little more. Your hair was in a low ponytail, and you wore a light grey hoodie and white shorts. You weren't wearing any heavy make-up, considering how after the call ended, you were probably going to sleep. You didn't want to waste time removing heavy make-up. 

"Should I have dressed up a bit like the other fans seem to do?" You whispered to yourself.  

This was your first time going on a fan call. From what you saw from tiktoks and videos on Twitter of fans going on calls with their favourite artists, they always seemed dressed up. Either their hair looked amazing, they were in beautiful outfits, or their make-up was on fleek. Sometimes they were all three.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't realise the call connected until you heard a "Hello?"

Your eyes widened, and you turned to the screen to see Taehyung setting his phone up somewhere.   

"y/n, right?" he asked with a smile once the movement had stopped. 

As you slowly nodded, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked, despite being bare-faced and in casual attire. His hair was long and fluffy, almost covering his eyes, and he wore a light grey hoodie.

"Oh! We're matching!" he giggled, pointing to his screen. "And finally, someone who won't make me feel underdressed. Everyone else was dressed in flashy and cool clothing, hair done and make-up looking fire."

"I... I thought about dressing up," you softly said, feeling shy. You couldn't believe you were talking to one of your favourite artists. 

"Well, thank God you didn't," he dramatically sighed before resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "Anyway, sorry for answering late. Did I keep you waiting long?"

"It's okay, and n-no not- not really," you stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for being like this. 

"Are you feeling nervous?" Taehyung asked, cocking his head to the side, and you nodded. "There's no reason to be! Just think of me as a friend and speak comfortably."

'That's not going to be easy,' you thought. 

"Tell me about yourself, y/n. I love getting to know about the people who listen to my music," he smiled. "If you don't want to do that, just tell me a random story."

"Uh, okay," you said, shifting in your chair. "I'll tell you a little about myself, then tell you a story."

"Sure! Go ahead."

You began to speak, telling Taehyung little things about yourself, occasionally agreeing with you on some of your likes and dislikes. 

"You don't like coffee much either?" He asked when you briefly mentioned how you preferred tea compared to coffee. 

After getting to know you a bit, you moved on to telling him random stories from your life. 

Talking to Taehyung wasn't as awkward as you thought it'd be. It didn't feel like you were talking to your favourite artist anymore... it felt like you were talking to a friend. 

You didn't realise how much time you had spent on the phone with him until your bedtime alarm rang, telling you it was half past ten. 

You and Taehyung had talked for almost one and a half hours. 

"Is someone calling you?' Taehyung asked. 

"No, uhm, it's my alarm," you told him, turning it off. "I'm supposed to be going to bed soon."

"What time do you normally go to bed?" he asked. "It's almost eleven! We've been talking for a while. 

"Eleven," you told him. "And how were we able to talk for so long?"

"The time for artists to talk to fans is shorter when they're in a group. Not to mention there are a lot more fans waiting for their call to be connected," he explained. "I have more time to talk to fans because I'm taking calls during the weekend too. You're the last fan I'm talking to for today, so there's no time limit."

"What's the longest you've talked to a fan?" You asked, wondering how much time he spent talking to others. 

"How long have we been talking for?" 

"About an hour and a half," you replied, looking at the time again. 

"That's the longest I've talked to a fan," he chuckled. "You're an interesting person, y/n. I liked hearing your stories and getting to know you a little."

It was true. 

Most fan calls barely exceeded 45 minutes because things between him and the fan were awkward (no matter how hard or many times he tried to lighten the mood), or fans were weird and crossed some lines. 

There were a couple of good and 'normal' ones, but there were more bad than good. 

"I'd love to tell you more, but I need to prepare for bed. I have a busy day tomorrow," you frowned, and a playful pout appeared on his face. 

You couldn't believe that you were the one who was ending this conversation. You really didn't want to, but you had to. 

"Aw, I was hoping we could talk longer, but I understand. When will I get to talk to you again?" He asked.

"The next time I fill in a google form and magically win a fan call," you chuckled. "And only you know when that'll be."

"T-that's- that's so far," he whined, knowing the company wasn't going to do this again for a while. 

"Until then," you shrugged. "I've really got to go. I'm so happy I got to talk to you."

"Aw, it's okay. Let me not keep you any longer," Taehyung smiled, waving. "It was nice meeting you, y/n. We'll talk again soon!"

Before you could say anything else, he ended the call. 

"I'm going to save their details on my personal phone and just message them myself," he whispered, taking out his phone.  

He enjoyed talking to you so much that he just had to save your details. He couldn't wait for you to enter whatever competition or event the company planned. 

As soon as he ended the call, you couldn't help but squeal. You talked to the Kim Taehyung, and it went way better than you thought it would. 

While you were finally allowing yourself to fangirl, a notification came in, and it was from an unknown contact. 

"Who?" you frowned, taking your phone to look at the message. 

Instead of waiting for a google form, you could've asked me to save your details! That way we don't have to wait that long to be able to talk to each other again - Taehyung ^^

paris in the rain | kth (m)

summary: you’re stuck in the city of lights, but your mood is anything but romantic. no, you’re stuck here against your will and nothing (you mean absolutely nothing) is going to distract you from your work and the important art auction that’s happening in two weeks’ time. 

…except maybe the artist that takes you in after you’re denied a hotel room. the same artist who takes you out for sightseeing in the city, has you dancing in the streets of paris, and has you slowly feeling whole again as you fall in love with life and, eventually, him. 

title: paris in the rain pairing: artist taehyung x museum curator f. reader genre: fluff, romance, angst, smut, strangers to lovers au, “stranded in a foreign country and a handsome person helps you” trope word count: 24367 words (eye am ,, so sorry) warnings: oc misses her flight! and she’s super bitter about it!, a misogynistic hotelier!, running from security (it’s not that serious), cursing, fluff, dates that these two insist aren’t dates but are actually dates, taehyung is smooth and suave and this causes oc to short circuit but tbh me too, (mutual) pining, kissing in the rain, marvel references, sadness, crying, smut, slow and sweet and unlike the past two things i’ve posted LMFAO, making out, this has the slightest bit of soft dom! taehyung and sub oc but it’s rlly just sappy sex, grinding (clothed and unclothed), (f. receiving) hickies, breast and nipple play, (f. receiving) body worship, (f. receiving) oral sex, (m. receiving) hair pulling, (f. receiving) fingering but for like on second LMFAO, (f. receiving) orgasm denial, talk of birth control, unprotected sex, this is rlly tender and tbh i got emo over it, big cock taehyung bc of course he is, cockwarming, (m.receiving and f.receiving) orgasm. cumming together, cumming inside, post-sex crying and emotions, the angst happens post sex so prepare for that, angst angst angst, crying, dumb decisions on behalf of the oc but me too, revelations!!, and a happy ending i promise :D rating: 18+ for smut, language, and the amount of angst i put in here lmfao songs to listen to: playlist linked here! a/n: this fic is ,,,, extremely late ,,,,,, and i wish i could explain myself but the only thing i can really say was that this story has been living in my head for two years and i was so dissatisfied with the first draft and i added so much more and i ended up being so frustrated i took a break from it :’)) i looked back and edited it and while i’m still not completely happy, i can say i’m satisfied :’)) this was my first ever wip (back when i was a tiny reader blog and a beta-reader) and this taehyung has lived in my head rent free since october 2019 so seeing him written? and out in the world is kind of crazy? all i can really say is thank you for sticking around <3 happy holidays from me and this taehyung (as well as his baguette), hoping you stay warm and happy <33 AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TAEHYUNG <33 thanks to: LITERALLY THE TWO BEST PEOPLE AND FRENCH TRANSLATORS I KNOW ISI @triviafics and FI @taesinferno i have THE MOST TALENTED FRIENDS EVER PEOPLE!!!!! isi and fi put up with me helped me with all french translations in this fic and isi gave me so many beautiful descriptions of paris, i really could not have done this fic without them. they are pure magic and i am forever indebted to them <33 AND!!!! MISS BELLS @hobisuniverse​ FOR CREATING THIS AMAZING FUCKING BANNER I AM CRYING OVER IT!!! she captures this fic so magnificently and i’m in tears over it. i love you hobi’s wife aka bells <33 and i cannot thank you enough <33 disclaimer: i am not a museum curator!! nor do i live in paris!! some details may be messy or do not make sense, i highly apologize if you find this as such :(( also!! this work is mine, please do not plagiarize. also highly unedited and not beta-read bc i am a clown, will edit soon <33

Everyone who knows you knows that you’re shrewd, able to conjure up calculations in your head with the blink of an eye.

Weiterlesen

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟏 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐞. 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ><

early morning’s where you would be cuddled up within taehyung’s arm’s that were warm and comfy

and taehyung despising getting out of bed for work because he was so comfortable and didn’t want the moment to end, wanting for you to stay in his arms forever and never let go

this was his favorite intimate moment with you that happened every morning before his day got started and he grew to love it more every day

and he would always hate how he couldn’t stop time and let this moment last forever with you in his warm embrace while he left sweet kisses to your forehead but for the moment he was going to relish it for awhile

he would probably end up being late but that didn’t matter to him, what mattered to him was that right now you are asleep in his arms with a sweet look on your sleeping face he knew he wasn’t going to miss

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟐 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 ..

quality time in the kitchen where you would be making brownie’s with taehyung hugging you closely from the waist while you gather the ingredients

taehyung would keep his arms wrapped around your waist while you would be mixing the ingredients of the brownie mix all together, not letting you go

but he would feel like he wasn’t getting enough attention from you because he was a attention WHORE, so he would start planting soft kisses alongside your neck trying to get you to give all your attention to him alone. he was so needy for you

fuck brownies, he wanted you to pay attention to him while giving him all your love. he would do anything to make that happen, ANYTHING luckily for him he knows your weakness and this was it. slow .. sensual kisses at your collarbone which he knows makes you really needy, but also really love

he knew he succeeded at this efforts when you give him a small moan, dropping the whisk in the bowl, and turning around to give him a heated kiss while he would lift you onto the countertop, giving you one back that lead to a full on make out that would last until either of you needed a break or needed some air

brownies would never be made … unfortunately but he didn’t care, after all your lips were the best dessert he could have. he wouldn’t want anything more.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟐 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 ..

quality time in the kitchen where you would be making brownie’s with taehyung hugging you closely from the waist while you gather the ingredients

taehyung would keep his arms wrapped around your waist while you would be mixing the ingredients of the brownie mix all together, not letting you go

but he would feel like he wasn’t getting enough attention from you because he was a attention WHORE, so he would start planting soft kisses alongside your neck trying to get you to give all your attention to him alone. he was so needy for you

fuck brownies, he wanted you to pay attention to him while giving him all your love. he would do anything to make that happen, ANYTHING luckily for him he knows your weakness and this was it. slow .. sensual kisses at your collarbone which he knows makes you really needy, but also really love

he knew he succeeded at this efforts when you give him a small moan, dropping the whisk in the bowl, and turning around to give him a heated kiss while he would lift you onto the countertop, giving you one back that lead to a full on make out that would last until either of you needed a break or needed some air

brownies would never be made … unfortunately but he didn’t care, after all your lips were the best dessert he could have. he wouldn’t want anything more.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟑 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 .. 𝐢’𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨 ><

it’s that time of the month, so you would be in your bed, snuggled into warm blankets with a heating pad on your abdomen that made you soon fall asleep , while taehyung was at work

it’s noon when taehyung arrived home, he was missing you, so he was excited to see his you. so as soon as he’s inside, he goes to see if you were awake. he find’s that you are not so he gives a kiss to your cheek, and your forehead

he notices after that the heating cord was plugged in, reminding him that you’re on your period. with that thought, he thinks of a cute idea to surprise you because he knows you don’t feel well … and this would change that

so he thinks to get you a basket of all your favorite snacks. he leaves the house with you still sleeping, going to the store and getting all your favorites. after getting them all, he heads home. arriving home, he puts all your snacks in the basket, finishing it up with a cute bowtie

walking into the room, he see’s your still sleeping so he decides to ambush you with loving kisses to wake you, in which it works because now your awake, with a happy smile

with the basket in his hand, he gives it to you, saying that it’s a gift. your eyes twinkle after getting it and he knows looking at them that you were feeling a lot better than you were

that’s all he wanted to achieve, to make you feel better and happy during this time. he did so he’s happy because when your happy, he’s happy and right now he’s the happiest a man that’s ever lived

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟑 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 .. 𝐢’𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨 ><

it’s that time of the month, so you would be in your bed, snuggled into warm blankets with a heating pad on your abdomen that made you soon fall asleep , while taehyung was at work

it’s noon when taehyung arrived home, he was missing you, so he was excited to see his you. so as soon as he’s inside, he goes to see if you were awake. he find’s that you are not so he gives a kiss to your cheek, and your forehead

he notices after that the heating cord was plugged in, reminding him that you’re on your period. with that thought, he thinks of a cute idea to surprise you because he knows you don’t feel well … and this would change that

so he thinks to get you a basket of all your favorite snacks. he leaves the house with you still sleeping, going to the store and getting all your favorites. after getting them all, he heads home. arriving home, he puts all your snacks in the basket, finishing it up with a cute bowtie

walking into the room, he see’s your still sleeping so he decides to ambush you with loving kisses to wake you, in which it works because now your awake, with a happy smile

with the basket in his hand, he gives it to you, saying that it’s a gift. your eyes twinkle after getting it and he knows looking at them that you were feeling a lot better than you were

that’s all he wanted to achieve, to make you feel better and happy during this time. he did so he’s happy because when your happy, he’s happy and right now he’s the happiest a man that’s ever lived

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟓 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 .. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬

it’s the night of the fourth of july and you are sitting in the house with taehyung, watching tv, when you get the idea to light fireworks. since taehyung hasn’t experienced it, so you get up, to get the fireworks.

taehyung see’s you get up, noticing you going to the closet next the the kitchen. he watches curiously as you pull out some fire work boxes, bringing them to the table.

he gets up, walking over to you and hugs you from behind like he always does, asking you what you were doing with those. you tell him that you are planning to light some fireworks with him so he can get a taste of the fourth.

he smiles, wrapping his arms around you, telling you that he is excited to light some with you since he’s been wanting to do this for a while, but he’s even happier he gets to spend this special time with you.

you smile back, turning around to give him a kiss on the cheek. he gives on back before the both of you walk hand in hand outside to light the fireworks. it’s dark, outside so it’s perfect.

taehyung lights the first few , loving the way they sounded and then you light the rest of them, quietly watching the rest with him. while you are watching he tells you that even though the fireworks are pretty, you’re more beautiful

which in return gains him a loving kiss that he returns back. the rest of the night ends with taehyung having you on the bed, leaving tons of kisses on your neck, along with other places

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟓 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 .. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬

it’s the night of the fourth of july and you are sitting in the house with taehyung, watching tv, when you get the idea to light fireworks. since taehyung hasn’t experienced it, so you get up, to get the fireworks.

taehyung see’s you get up, noticing you going to the closet next the the kitchen. he watches curiously as you pull out some fire work boxes, bringing them to the table.

he gets up, walking over to you and hugs you from behind like he always does, asking you what you were doing with those. you tell him that you are planning to light some fireworks with him so he can get a taste of the fourth.

he smiles, wrapping his arms around you, telling you that he is excited to light some with you since he’s been wanting to do this for a while, but he’s even happier he gets to spend this special time with you.

you smile back, turning around to give him a kiss on the cheek. he gives on back before the both of you walk hand in hand outside to light the fireworks. it’s dark, outside so it’s perfect.

taehyung lights the first few , loving the way they sounded and then you light the rest of them, quietly watching the rest with him. while you are watching he tells you that even though the fireworks are pretty, you’re more beautiful

which in return gains him a loving kiss that he returns back. the rest of the night ends with taehyung having you on the bed, leaving tons of kisses on your neck, along with other places

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟔 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 .. & 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

sunny early mornings walks with taehyung on the beach would be so soothing, and relaxing.

holding his hand within yours, you’d both walk up , then down the shoreline with your hand in his. arm’s swaying to the breeze … you’d both enjoy the moment of peace , with each other.

taehyung would look over to you, to stare into your eyes as you admired the sea’s scenery that he as well enjoyed. he’d give a smile to you, still walking with you. he loves the peace

the beach offer, it’s the best place he thinks for some time with you, it’s also the best when it comes to having fun. suddenly letting your hand go he runs into the sea, shouting behind

him for you to join him. running after him you join him aswell. as soon as you get the water he suprises you with a splash to the face of water. he smiles as you splash back at him.

it turns into a fun little splash was between you two. it goes on and on until the both of you have no energy. eventually, after a few hours of playing in the sea with you, both

become tired but he still decides to pick you up, carring you back to the car. as soon as he reaches the car, he carefully sits you in, closing the door behind as he gets into his seat.

after driving awhile he looks over to see that you’ve fallen asleep. watching he can’t help but form a giant smile on his face that is filled with adoration. the only thing on his mind for the rest of the night is that fact that your the cutest, and that he’s the happiest you are his.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 #𝟔 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 .. & 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

sunny early mornings walks with taehyung on the beach would be so soothing, and relaxing.

holding his hand within yours, you’d both walk up , then down the shoreline with your hand in his. arm’s swaying to the breeze … you’d both enjoy the moment of peace , with each other.

taehyung would look over to you, to stare into your eyes as you admired the sea’s scenery that he as well enjoyed. he’d give a smile to you, still walking with you. he loves the peace

the beach offer, it’s the best place he thinks for some time with you, it’s also the best when it comes to having fun. suddenly letting your hand go he runs into the sea, shouting behind

him for you to join him. running after him you join him aswell. as soon as you get the water he suprises you with a splash to the face of water. he smiles as you splash back at him.

it turns into a fun little splash was between you two. it goes on and on until the both of you have no energy. eventually, after a few hours of playing in the sea with you, both

become tired but he still decides to pick you up, carring you back to the car. as soon as he reaches the car, he carefully sits you in, closing the door behind as he gets into his seat.

after driving awhile he looks over to see that you’ve fallen asleep. watching he can’t help but form a giant smile on his face that is filled with adoration. the only thing on his mind for the rest of the night is that fact that your the cutest, and that he’s the happiest you are his.

GOT IT II

“GOT IT: II”

Genre: Secret Agent (AU), Enemies to Lovers, Travelling with KTH (who doesn’t want to?), Angst, Action, Fluff.

Synopsis: After the previous event, you lost your credibility and reputation from your job as an agent. Desperate to regain back your honor and prominence from the underground business, you accepted a difficult job to transport an article to 3 different countries. The catch? You’re not supposed to know what it is.

Word count: 8,787k

“Mister Müller” you approach the man sitting from the al fresco café.

“Miss Y/L/N, please sit.” He folded the newspaper before him. He called the waiter and ordered for a coffee refill “…and one sweet latte for the lady” he smiled at you.

“What makes you think I like my coffee sweet?” you raised an eyebrow as you slowly take off your sunglasses and lay it down the table. You looked at the name tag of the person taking Mr. Müller’s order. “Fred, One Americano for this lady. Make it two shots of espresso. Thanks”

Mr.Müller sips from his cup and staring at you for a good few seconds “Even until now, you won’t back down from a non-existent competition?”

“With you?” you chuckled “Please, there’s nothing to compete” your coffee finally arrived, you said your thanks to Fred, and slowly sipped from the cup.

“I meant with Kim Taehyung” he continued. You stiffened. It’s been a year since that mishap happened. You once venerated his ingenuity, yet now, you resented his existence. It’s not that you wanted something terrible happen to him, it’s just that you didn’t like to see him ever again. Not even a mention of his name.

Mr.Müller laugh from his seat while watching you evidently disturbed. “I’m sorry for stirring a nerve.” You shift from your seat and crossed your legs. “I know that ever since that event, your clients declined. From what was once a celebrated agent, you have been reduced as a what again?” he laughed midway “a private investigator for rich wives with a cheating husband?”

“Why don’t we cut to the chase, hm?” you put your cup down and fold your arms.

“Mr.Singh, I’m sure you’ve heard of him.” Your eyes widened at the sound of his name. Of course, you do. He is one of the most influential businessmen around the globe, and to work with him in the underground business seems to be like Midas touch. Every business seems to flourish afterwards.

“Yeah, what about?” you kept your cool, but you were eager to accept the job, whatever it is, if Mr. Singh is involved. You’re already desperate to stop renting dirt cheap basement apartments and eating convenient store chips as snacks. You would rather bask on a caviar filled canapes again, sitting in a balcony with the most coveted view of the city.

“Mr. Singh wants you to transport something from here, in Amsterdam down to Costa Brava, Spain.” There was a moment of silence. Transporting a thing from one destination to another is already difficult, but to transport it from three places? What was it that he wants across?

“What’s in it for me?” you gaze at your cup aimlessly and took another sip.  You took your sweet time to wait for his answer but he didn’t utter a word. You then wiped your lips with the table napkin, now stained with your lipstick “And why me?” you finally looked at him, unsmiling. You learned the hard way not to trust anyone too easily anymore, thanks to him.

“Besides, recovering from your credibility and reputation? well the money… “ he smirked “the money is quite handsome. We picked you because we know how delicate you are in handling a very sensitive article. You could say we love your work ethic and the fact that you even put a ribbon on top of it for your every client” you chuckled at his fanciful overstatement.

“Please, you underestimate my attraction to money. Of course, I take pride on what I do. Normally I like the chase than being chased, but who doesn’t love a challenge, right?” You paused for a bit “But I’d be damned if I wouldn’t know what kind of thing I’ll be transporting?” you opened your purse, grab on to your lipstick and pocket mirror for a retouch.

“Not knowing now is part of the pay. I’m pretty sure we’ll be having a great difficulty with the deal right now if you were to know.” He took something from his briefcase which was resting underneath the table.

“These are the files you need to study. We also included a map. We pointed out several spots if you needed some places to stop. It’s a long journey and it will definitely suck the life out of you if you aren’t too careful. We need it whole, and we needed it working and thriving. Don’t fuck it up.” He finally stood up from his sit and left you on the table.

You furrowed your eyebrow at the thought of hearing him say “we needed it working and thriving” what did he meant by that?

Part of your study involved knowing who to elude, but you took it further. You try to find out more: more individuals who might be involved and more individuals who might not want to be involved. You needed to ascertain your accomplishment and avoid the same mistake you made year ago at all cost. You calculated possible scenarios and sketch out several plans to ensure your success in every way. You needed to show Mr. Singh you are worthy and that you are more than capable.

On the night before your meeting with Mr. Müller’s men, you made sure that you reviewed the place of the empty warehouse well. You memorized all the corners of the street, equipped yourself with light but deadly artilleries (such as guns, knives and even daggers) all hidden underneath your dress, just in case you needed a quick escape.

You parked your car at the front building, and flashed your head lights thrice. They did the same, signaling that the coast is clear and the article is ready for your delivery.  You slowly went out of your car and surveyed the site from your position.

You counted in your head: 1, 2, 3. There are 3 snipers waiting above the building. 1, 2… 2 armed men on the front of the warehouse.

Walking further, the 2-armed men finally opened the overhead door for you. You return to count: 3, 4, 5, 6… 6 more armed men and a sedan car inside the warehouse. You carefully approached them and kept a level-head, yet you tucked both of your hands inside of your coat pockets which contained your hidden pistol and a knife.

Thankfully you didn’t need to use any of it as they welcome you despite being hostile. They opened the car door of the sedan for you and tossed you its key. “What am I going to do with my car? Leave it here? And drive with this instead?” you tried to make light of the situation but no one was laughing.

You cleared your throat to fuse out the awkward silence, and sat on the driver’s seat. You examined the car: its type and its features. You took a mental note on the things to use during an emergency and the things to use for indulgence. “What’s inside?” you tilt your head to point out the compartment. You wanted to know the contents and the danger of having to drive with it on the back.

“Oh, just…” they opened the compartment and you suddenly hear someone muffle scream. You quickly went out from your seat to check.

There’s a bloodied man inside the compartment, his hands and feet tied together with a sack on his head, frantically wriggling. “Jesus! What the…?!” You opened the sack to see who it was.

He stopped wriggling, then his eyes widened.

“Taehyung?” You froze. Just what trouble did he gotten into?

You manage to convince them to move him from the compartment up to the passenger seat.  As he sat down, Taehyung quickly recoiled from so much pain. His right shoulder was clearly injured from a gunshot. Your initial reaction was to take him to the nearest hospital, but the men insist that you take him somewhere else. “It’s dangerous to take him to public places, Mr. Singh needed him alive.”

“How do you keep someone alive from a gunshot?” pointing at Taehyung “What the hell did you do to him?”

Suddenly your phone rang. It was Mr. Müller “Is this the reason why you won’t tell me what I’ll be taking to Costa Brava? It’s Kim Taehyung?” you demanded explanation from the person at the end of the line.

“Hello Ms. Y/N” he just said. You scoffed “Does this seem like a joke Müller?”

“First of all, yes. If you found out what you’ll be carrying early on, would you even agree? Second, no. If it wasn’t for me, Mr. Kim Taehyung would be dead by now. We were lucky enough to find him here, albeit the situation. One of Mr. Ong’s men followed him here and Bang!”

You went to his seat and check the degree of his injury. You were relieved that it was not fatal nor was it bad enough to make him permanently infirm. You concluded from the look of his wound that it was done by small pistol, barely lethal but enough to slow him down. Although if this is left untreated, he might just die from infection instead.

Mr. Singh continued “Ever since that incident, many businessmen were furious with the trouble you two created, they wanted him dead. Only a few though needed him to remain alive, Mr. Singh included. Considering that he is carrying something rather fascinating” you looked at his watch.

“Hey!” you called Taehyung. “Do you have something this loser want?” Taehyung chuckled even in pain, and nodded.

“Another information Müller?” you asked. “Yes” he agreed.

You laugh at the ludicrous situation “Then why include Taehyung in the deal?”

“Safety” he replied. Bullshit. It was clear as day. They wanted Taehyung silenced, but alive. Just how much does this man know that riled up the whole world from the underground? Eager to find him dead or alive?

“And move 3 countries?” you secured your phone from your shoulder as you went to your car and moved your things to the other.

“Mr. Singh wants to take Mr. Kim on a Spanish cruise, have a little chit-chat there”

“Mm, right” you snickered, not buying it. You took the map from your purse. “Where’s the nearest doctor you know? You said you wanted him alive.”

You haven’t had your dinner, but you were too preoccupied to remember your own needs. Müller directed you to this private clinic downtown. So now you watch Taehyung from the bed, fresh out of surgery.

“W-water…” he asked weakly, clearly drugged from anesthesia. You slowly helped him up and let him sip from your water bottle.

“He’s one lucky man” said the doctor. He was old but not fragile. His hair already white and balding due to age. He sounded, presumably as you deduced, an Asian immigrant. “Bones are still intact, not one bit shattered. Someone must be a poor aimer” he laughs at his own remarked.

“But his muscles were burned by the gun blast. I managed to stitch it good. Just give him these medicines when the effect of anesthesia subsides, but only when the pain is unbearable. Don’t feed him food with too much sugar and salt, bad for muscle recovery. Never ever put any pressure on his wound, very delicate. Give it about 10 days or more.” He gave you a prescription paper and box filled with different pills. Cocktails of pills from oxycodone, anti-inflammatory, pain relievers, NSAIDs and etc.

“Can’t we stay here a little longer?” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but I can only let you two stay here before dawn.” You clearly understood the situation, and the position that you two just put him in. You didn’t bother to contest any more. “Thank you” that was all you could ever reply.

From time to time, you made a quick run from convenience stores, clothing stores and stopped by gasoline stations to wash and dress Taehyung who is clearly weak to even move.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he struggled from his seat while you pulled his shirt up.

“Changing your dressing. C’mon arms up!”

“Ah!” He tried to move his injured arm up

“The last time you are up, this close, you sat on my lap and unbuttoned my shirt. Do you find joy in undressing me?” His eyes followed you. You finally took off his shirt and observed his injury “Like what you see?” he asked as you rolled your eyes at the sight of his boxy grin. It used to be cute but that doesn’t work on you any longer.

Yet you paused and realized that there were a few changes on his appearance. His hair is now permed and overgrown, his chest and arms increased in muscle size, and his skin now a little tanned.

“Sorry to break it to you buddy, but no dancing will occur today. Besides, I’m not one-bit aroused dressing up a frail man.” You raised your eyebrow as you steadily clean his injury with sterile water, dry towel and fresh bandages. “Is the anesthesia still working on you?” you taped the bandage gently, making sure that there was no any untoward pressure.

He breathed heavy from the pain. “I think I am starting to feel…” You took your purse to look for the pills. He watched you hastily burrow from it, unsure what to give.

“Y/N” suddenly the warmth of his palms rested on the back of your hand. “I can manage.”

You quickly swathed it away and out from your touch. “Tell me when you need it. I’ve got good 15 of them. We need to ration these until we get to Costa Brava” you sat back from the driver’s seat and turned back the engine on. You left the station infuriated, while you saw Taehyung smiling from his seat on your rear-view mirror.

You arrived in Belgium, a few hours later, and stopped by Bruges City. You parked the car on the side of the street, and winced in pain. You were feeling it since yesterday and felt fine the next, but the pain suddenly made a comeback. You definitely do not welcome it; you need to focus on the task at hand.

Stirred from his sleep, he sat back up, worried to see you grimace and your face turning pale. “Y/N, you are not alright.” He moved from his seat to check your temperature. “You’re burning up!” he picked up your purse from the backseat and look for the pills inside.

You shake your head. “Stop, that’s for you.” You flinched and clutched on to your midsection. Was it because you failed to eat dinner? But that’s nothing compared to the hunger you felt when you were just starting this job. You were trained to endure. Yet this somehow felt different and worst.

“Y/N, we won’t arrive to Costa Brava if you don’t take one.” He was right. He quickly spots the proper pill to give. “Here, take this and my bottle. Drink slowly”. Suddenly you felt it. Down below.

He wiped your sweat with a tissue “There’s a restaurant open. We need to eat our breakfast.” pointing from your window. “It’s fine, just um…” You swallowed “You go. Let me stay here inside for a bit” you protest. Not moving from your sit.

He suddenly laughed. “What? Are you letting me off easily? I could always take a cab from here and leave you again for good.”

“Look, just buy me a sandwich and don’t leave!” you stressed. He sighed and left the car.

Unexpectedly, you felt your car door opened. Taehyung pulled you up from your seat with his free- hand. “Taehyung!” You exclaimed. It was then revealed. A blob of red mark from your seat. You didn’t expect your period to come.

Although, your cycle was irregular, you did not give much attention to it since it was the least of your priorities. You have not dated anyone for so long, nor have you been sexually active. You were exceedingly engaged in work.

You look away too embarrassed to say anything. You quickly sat back from your seat.

“Just lea…” you were interrupted, when he said “I’ll go get your sandwich. Wait here.” He ran

“Taehyung…” you called. He stopped to look back at you. “Don’t worry I’ll come back”

He did come back. He came back with an egg sandwich and their famous Belgian hot chocolate. One for you and for him. Just the right meal for a hormonal woman like you.

You wouldn’t admit it, but you were grateful for him. “Oh, and sorry if I am clueless but…” he pulled out stuff from the paper bag from his seat and showed you several types of napkins: day pads, night pads, napkins with wings, napkins without wings and tampons in different sizes.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Here I am, paid to look out for you, but now…” you sighed.

“You are welcome” he cut you in and smiled. He knew you didn’t want to tell him and you didn’t have to. He wouldn’t want to make it hard for you to say it. But he said it too perfectly.

You look away and tried to hide your blush from the steam of your cup, hoping he won’t notice.

Click! You quickly turned to face him “What was that?” you asked him.

“What was what?” he turned to look at you.

“I heard a clicking noise…” you looked around and he did the same.

“Hm, I didn’t hear anything.” His eyebrow creased.

You look at the window and on the side mirrors of the car. No one. But you can’t be too complacent so you left immediately to stay somewhere else.

You parked at a nearby bridge, overlooking the canal and houses built beside it. Houses with manicured garden, flowers in different colors a top on each window, and ever-greens creeping above its walls.

You cleaned yourself at a restaurant’s comfort room, while Taehyung insisted to wait outside. You were surprised when you saw him in the car, wiping your seat clean when you were away.

“Hey! Stop! That’s… please don’t add more shame to my list” you ran towards him.

“It’s fine. This is normal right? I mean women have this each month. Nothing new, it’s probably similar to men. You know when testosterone is just overwhelming and they leave their--”

“Shut it!” You didn’t want to hear it. He chuckled.

Both of you finished your meal in silence, while staring at the reflection of the sun glimmering on the canal. You looked at Taehyung and found his mouth full, with bread crumbs all over his mouth. You found it adorable. “Would have tasted better if this is coffee” you said sipping from your cup. He frowned. “Sorry if I didn’t keep my promise”

You looked far, watching the boat passed by from the canal. “You didn’t promise me anything. You don’t have to. People come and go” you downed on what was last left inside of the cup. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, but he just fell silent.

You went back inside the car turned on the engine, he followed momentarily.

Several hours later, you finally arrived in France, now driving around the highway of Provence. The road was already dark. Despite drinking few bottles of Red Bull, you still found your eyes slowly dropping.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelled. “Sh— what?” you held back from the stirring wheel. “Stop the car!” he commanded. “In the middle of the road, during the night, you want me to stop the car right here?” you sneered at him.

“I know our job is pretty dangerous, but I still want to live another day. Let me drive.” He ordered “Are you crazy? With one hand? You think I’d live to see another day with you driving right now?” you scoffed. “I’m driving!” you declared.

“Look, you are tired and clearly at your limit. Why don’t we parked the car somewhere and take a rest?” he suggested.

“Here, in the middle of nowhere? Look around Taehyung, have you seen any lodging? Any house around? Fields! Fields everywhere! It’s too risky to sleep out in the open!” you raised.

“Better than seeing you fall asleep while driving. Can you just please swallow your pride for one moment and just rest?!” he finally snapped. You took a deep breathe. He was right. You needed it.

You drove a bit far from the highway. Right on to someone’s field. You parked the car beside a lone willow tree.

Taehyung quickly opened his car seat and walked out. Was he mad? You pulled out and followed him. “Hey wait, where are you going?”

“Look around you Y/N. Does it look like I am going anywhere?” he said leaving you far behind.

You looked around you but it was too dark to see. It was uncalled for, but the thought made you laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” his voice became stern.

“I looked around but I couldn’t see a thing, Taehyung.” You bit your lip, trying not to add more fuel to the fire.

He looked up, and conceded. You were right indeed. Everything was too dark to see. Both of you burst into laughter.

It smelled faintly floral yet soothing. Taehyung lied down under the tree. You followed. Thankfully, you packed enough clothes for this trip. You were able to change in to sweaters and a tight-fitting jean, so you sat comfortably beside him under the willow tree.

“Sorry about earlier. You are right” you brushed your hands together, creating heat from friction. You looked at Taehyung, unbothered at the dim and coldness of the area. He shut his eyes. “Are you giving me the cold treatment? I said I’m so—” “I know. I heard.”

“I just….” He made a long sigh. “Do you even get tired? How often can we just lie down under a tree and not worry about tomorrow?”

You chuckled “What? You’re eloquent when I’m tired.” You slowly lied down too.

Suddenly you found yourself in awe, staring at the sky. Stars glimmering right before you. You lift up your hand and reached up for them aimlessly.

“Y/N” he murmured.

“Yeah?” You turned to him.

You noticed that his eyes were gazing back at you. “If you weren’t working like this, would we even get to meet each other?”

You shrugged. “What’s with that question?” you were left flustered. You looked away, trying to hide your reaction. What is he trying to do? Is he trying to get in to your head again?

“Just a random one.” He turned away at the same time and looked at the stars. “Aren’t we all lost at some point? I mean look at us. Caught around trouble”

“Aren’t we looking for one? It’s part of the job that we signed for…” you replied. You took a quick glance back and bit your tongue. You realized how serious he was, so you decided to finally respond properly to his query “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s not like you’d be glad to meet me… Either way, I always cause trouble.”

“Would be a nice introduction though? I’ll gladly be your friend and a willing partner” he chuckled. “Have you ever wondered why…”

“Oh, are we starting this ‘Ever Wonder’ game?” you chuckled

“Wait, listen to me, this is of great importance, because I can’t help but wonder why” he put his abled-hand on the back of his head and rest on it.

“Ever wonder why the sky is blue?” you interject.

He clicked his tongue and looked displeased because you cut him in “Ever wonder what it feels like to make out with the air?” he continued.

You burst in to laughter. “I never gave it a thought, but ---” you broke again to laughter. “Yeah, thanks for giving me something to think about…”

“Ever wonder why we poop out of our butts and not from our feet?” he resumed. You found yourself almost gasping for air from laughing.

“That’s terrible to look at!” you exclaimed. “Can you just imagine stepping literally on our own crap? Not needing to take off our underwear any longer, seems convenient to me” he shrugged and smiled, quite proud at his own contemplation.

“But then people suffering from athlete’s foot will have it harder…” you quipped.

“The smell!” you said together, and both of you laugh at the notion. “Oh, what a horrible life for that person to be living!” he gagged.

You slowly break from your laughter “Maybe not as horrible as this…”

He too fell silent. “What made you take this job?”

You shrugged “Money.”

“Obvious reason. What’s the other?” he furrowed his eyebrow and looked at you intently, as if trying to extract answers just by gazing. You stared back, not backing down. “Ugh! I give up!” he moved his back and lied comfortably to the ground as he stared back to the sky.

“…at least that’s what I would like everyone to know.” You gave in. “I grew up to be always second best. I followed everything my dad wants, and still, I’m no better. Tried everything… from playing the piano, leader camps, science club, and taking a law degree that I didn’t even like…and yet I still fail to be his ideal daughter” your croaked, not wanting to let him show any sign of weakness.

“So, I quit. Found this job one day and realized I made better money than any damn lawyers or politicians around… at least before I met you” you snorted.

“I didn’t know you went to law school?” he blinked.

“Why? You doubt my intelligence?”

“Pretty much, didn’t I just outsmart you then?” he turned to face you and winked.

You grind your teeth. “If your friend Park Jimin wasn’t that attractive, I wouldn’t have paid much attention to him. Should have known earlier he’s just one of your diversion” you scowled sourly.

He laughs. “Oh yeah? Handsome Jimin’s fault huh? Were you lucky enough to see his abs?”

“Just a preview” you flicked your hand to air. “If you weren’t an agent, what would you be by now?”

He smiled. “If I tell you, you promise you won’t laugh?”

You forced out a laugh then you agreed. “Alright, game. What is it?”

He smiled…

An hour later, you two found yourselves talking about your cousins and his. Comparing who did naughtier things than the other.

“I can’t believe you bribed your little cousin with candy? And you have him take the blame for breaking your aunt’s precious jar” You gasped. He nodded. Pleased to know that he emerged as the naughtiest.

“I suddenly remember my sister and my cousin, they used to listen to this track on repeat when we were younger.” You chuckled midway. “Since the player was broken, they made me pivot the cassette tape using pencil several times! I couldn’t complain how tired they’re making me… they were older. What was it again?” you looked up, trying to figure the name of the track again. “It was ‘Kiss Me’ by Sixpence None the Richer” you nodded. “Yeah, that’s it” you giggled.

“That’s awful of them, using their ‘Elder Card’ to boss around a poor little girl.” He pouts.

“Oh, it’s fine. I actually love the song too. I didn’t know what it was back then. What kiss meant…” you lowered your head, a bit shy to continue.

“Unbelievable! After what you did to me last year?” he retorted.

“We never…Look, that was last year okay? Move on!” you chuckled. “Anyway, I’ve always fancied sharing a kiss with someone. You know, like in the movies. The things they do back in the late 90’s? When the girl jumps and the guy catches her. Then, he’d extend her up like this” you motioned “as they both lean on for a kiss” you shut your eyes and puckered your lips mindless. You giggled at the idea.

“I don’t know about that. It’s pretty tedious and elaborate.” He frets. “Silly, I’m not asking you! It’s just… when it happens, it happens. Oh, and that song must be playing on the background too!” You chuckled then slowly rubbed your neck and smiled, slightly embarrassed at your own declaration.

He grinned. “I’ll take a mental note of that…”

You swiftly turned to him, stunned. “Hm, you going to copy my idea? Do it for someone? Psh, must be one lucky girl”

“Who knows, it might just be you…” He yawned and finally shuts his eye. You chuckled, as you did the same.

At Sunrise, Taehyung was the first one to wake up. He found your head resting on his chest and thankfully far away from his injury. He smiled, at the sight. Earlier on the trip, you two were constantly bickering, fighting over trivial things, teasing each other without anyone giving in. Who would’ve thought that taking a nap under the willow tree would change everything in a flash?

He stayed still for a bit, just watching you sleep. Until he checked out that time from his phone and tried to wake you up from your slumber. “Y/N…”

“Nnhh…”

“Y/N…wake up… we need to get going…”

“Wha--?”  you slowly opened your eyes. He chuckled, realizing the coldness he felt from his shirt happens to be your own drool.

“Y/N, we need to get going. We have a schedule to follow, remember? We’re almost there.” He said softly as he smiled at you.

“Sh--, ah! You’re right!” you quickly stood up. He followed.

“Wow! Are you seeing this?” he turned around. “That explains why we’ve been smelling something floral all night. We are in a lavender field!”

You looked around, as your eyes slowly widened. He was right. In front of you was a valley full of lavender, all swaying gently with the cool morning breeze. You smiled, you turned to face Taehyung, but he wasn’t there.

“Taehyung?” you suddenly heard the engine start.

“Hop in loser, we’re going Costa Brava” he stuck his head out from the driver’s window.

“Get out! I’m driving!” you demanded. He grinned and shook his head and mouthed the word ‘No’.

“Taehyung, this is not child’s play. I’m driving alright? You’re hurt!” you gestured him to move out from the driver’s seat. He didn’t listen, in fact he just stepped on the gas, all ready to leave you unless you agree.

You could see his laughter from the car’s side mirror. “Hey! You! Ah, really! Stop! Ah!” you ran to follow the car.

He finally slowed down, and opened the passenger’s seat for you. “Fine. But when we arrive Montpellier, I’m driving!” you ceded.

“Make me.” he snickered, teasingly. You sneered in return. It was great to see you two back at it again.

You were proven wrong. Taehyung could still drive, even when he steered the wheel with one hand, his driving was actually smooth. You then learn that Taehyung is ambidextrous.

“My dominant hand is actually my left, so if that guy who shot me hit me here?” He paused “Then I wouldn’t have the courage to drive for you right now” he explained.

“Mm, interesting. Now can you please give me back the wheel?” you said pursing your lips. He just beamed.

He reached out his right hand to turned on the radio. “Oh! I love this song!”

“Taehyung! Your right arm, don’t move it!” You reminded him.

“Okay, can you please raise the volume for me then?” he grinned at the rear-view mirror. You rolled your eyes and raised the volume for him.

♬ “We live, and we lie, and we fall, and we fly, We win, and we lose, So for now, let's all enjoy this view” ♬  he sang. Moving his head to the beat.

“Hey Y/N, can I borrow your baseball cap? My hair is kind of sticking out. Hard to see” you rolled your eyes, as you reached out for your black cap laid on the backseat and placed it on his head.

“Ah, move the visor from my back” he complained

“I had it! God, you are so annoying!” you shot at him and yet you still did it for him.

“Can I… also please, borrow your sunglasses? It’s hurting my eyes” he asked you gently this time while he narrowed his eyes. You grunt. He was clearly testing your patience.

Both your windows were open, you snuck your head out a little, letting the air brushed your hair. You tuck your hair behind your ears and squint your eyes when you felt  the rays of the sun fell on your lids. Slowly, you closed it.

Immersed at the present. You let the breeze and the warmth of the morning sun permeate from your skin. You smiled at the faint scent of morning dew and…

You opened your eyes to find your forehead suddenly wet. You blot it with your fingertips.

“Bird poop!” Taehyung laughed. You frowned.

You were supposed to feel disgusted, but with Taehyung around? Everything didn’t seem to matter. He laughed. You did too.

♬ “Life can be so amazing, If we stop all the chasing, Good times are always waiting, So take a look around, And you'll never see them wasted”♬ the song continued.

You fell asleep on the way to Montpellier. You got to hand it to Taehyung, not only was he skilled for driving one hand, but he was so smooth that you were shocked to find out he sped up while you sleep after he realized you two were being followed. Nevertheless, he manages to lose them.

You started the argument by saying how careless he was, by telling him your “what ifs” scenarios.

“That can get both of us killed!” you yelled. He wouldn’t admit his fault, so you start babbling again. You two continued to quarrel until both of you were too tired.

It drained the two of you so much, that it left you both immediately famished. So, upon arriving, you two grab the first food you saw in the city.

You rolled your eyes in ecstasy. “Normally, I don’t eat baguette because it tastes like soft clay. But this, this has got to be the best tasting baguette my entire life!” you cried.

“I never knew you like eating soft clay?” He chuckled. You grinned, as the two of you lay the argument to rest, eternally forgotten.

Taehyung insist to look around the town for a bit. “Besides we are early on the schedule. We got a little time…” he pleaded. You waved your hand to show you’ve agreed.

He was lost in awe. Around the French architecture, old houses that dated back to the 1800s, more French bread and a creamy gelato. He pleaded to make one last stop.

“St. Pierre Cathedral? But it’s too…” you almost protest, yet he gave you a persuasive look you can’t resist. “Fine, let’s make it quick!” both of you finished the gelato and went inside.

You were about to say it’s a bad decision to agree, but you found yourself adrift in wonder. The cathedral was full of gothic paintings, walls intricately designed, the high-ceiling filled with colored glass windows, and golden chandelier dangling from above.

You turned to Taehyung, only to lose him again from your sight. “Taehyung?” you shifted. There were few tourists around and parishioners praying on the pew. “Taehyung?” you look around, trying to find him.

You surveyed the pew, and the crowd full of tourists around the Lépine Organ, even outside the entrance door. No Kim Taehyung. You were starting to get anxious. You shook your head. Did he leave you again? Outsmarted you? How stupid can you be for letting him loose?

You went back inside, trying to collect yourself and think hard. Where can Taehyung be? He couldn’t leave that far. You have the car keys. Then there…

His back at the front of the altar.

He slowly turned around, and found you too amidst the crowd, smiling.

Thud. Thud.

You realized your heart was starting to beat fast. Mindlessly, you walked along the aisle. Towards the man who was waiting you there.

Thud. Thud. “Taehyung. Kim Taehyung!” hastily you reached for him. He held your hand “Hey, I’m okay. Why are you crying?” he asked you worriedly. You were? Then it dawned on you that your cheeks are damp. You were crying.

“Don’t do that again! I thought that you tricked me! I thought you left! I thought you ran away and …” you hit his chest, avoiding though his injury. He chuckled. “Y/N… I’m right here. I won’t leave. I was waiting for you… I was waiting for you here.” He said softly.

“God! Ugh!” you wiped your own tears. How did he made you cry? You looked away and murmured “I hate you, Kim Taehyung”

He heard. You start to wonder if you ever mean it, because it was starting to feel contradictory, but you should.  You should mean it.

Just a few hours, after dusk, you finally arrived to your destination. Tossa De Mar, a town in Costa Brava.

You two arrived a day early from schedule, so you decided to spend time on the beach by tomorrow and celebrate the final day of your mission.

You booked two rooms in two different hotels. One as your resting place and one as a decoy. You wanted to make sure both of your safety while you two rest during the night. You left Taehyung in the shower, while you sat on the balcony enjoying the coastal air.

“I’m done! Your turn!” he announced, wearing a robe while brushing his hair with a towel. You narrowed your eyes and just stared at him. You tilt your head to point him out of the room.

“Oof! That’s harsh! You think I…” he opened his mouth in disbelief. “Sure, but if you lose me again. Not my fault okay?” you pulled out a handcuff from your bag.

He raised his eyebrow “Kinky” he snickered. “Fine, you won’t be needing that. I’ll just stay out in the balcony until you’re done. Besides I don’t like taking advantage around vulnerable women.” He said sternly. “I’ll even protect you if you needed it” he continued.

You clicked your tongue. “I won’t be needing it. I can handle myself, thank you very much” you winked

The next morning, you surprised Taehyung with a new arm brace. To spite him you picked up a pink neon colored one. “It’s my parting gift” you said.

“Sweet?” he smiled faintly. “I know right?” you helped him put it around his arms.

Taehyung accompanied you around town. He stopped over a camera shop, while he left you to the souvenir shop on the opposite side. You two met after a few minutes in the middle of the street and smiled. Each of you were holding on to your new purchase with one hand.

“What’s that you bought?” he asked. “A keychain. You?” you look at the box he was holding. “My parting gift.” He smiled.

Your heart suddenly sunk. You looked down and realized that, yeah, this may be the last time you’ll ever see him. There were so many things to do, so many things to say, and yet you chose to let things be.

You didn’t want to admit it, but the feelings were too loud be ignored.

Unexpectedly, you felt Taehyung’s arm pressed against your shoulder. You look at him surprised at the sudden gesture “Men are eyeing you at 3 o’clock. Can’t let them try to ask for your number” he whispered.

“What? Are you my boyfriend now?” you taunt him one last time. “It’s fun to pretended that I am, at least for today” he shrugged. You heaved. An agonizing one.

By mid-noon, you two were at the beach, savoring the heat of the sun and the soft sand. You playfully reapplied sunscreen on his face, copying the look of a military soldier. He grinned. One last time. His boxy grin that you like.

“I’m hungry. Wanna grab snack?” he asked. You nod. “Wait here, there’s a hotdog stand right there” he points. “I’ve been eyeing it for so long, it seems good.”

“Be back okay?” you demanded. He just chuckled.

You turned away from the sun, letting your back get a tan.

A minute passed. Then another. Then another. Kim Taehyung hasn’t come back. You started to worry. You stood up and ran towards the hotdog stand that he pointed earlier.

You look around, but he wasn’t there. “Taehyung?”

“Hey, lady?” you heard the man tending the stand call for you. You swiftly turn to him “Um. Hey have you seen a guy. This tall” you reached above your head “Hair a bit curly and overgrown, tan, wearing a pink brace?”

“Yeah” he just left. You were starting to breathe fast and heavy. “Did he say where he went?”

He nods. “He told me that if a girl that looks like you came here, that I should give you this.” He took out a box. The one Taehyung was holding earlier. You shook your head. His answer was unresponsive.

“No, this is impor—” you tried to explain but he continued “He told me to tell you ‘not to worry’ and that he hated to say goodbyes.” You looked down, and bit your lip.

You gave up and just took the box “Thank you…” you turned around and opened it. “It’s better this way. You’ll be safe” you read the note inside.

“Excuse me, can I borrow a pen please?” Taehyung asked the man tending the hotdog stand.

He pulled out pieces of clean paper from his pocket, the one he collected in the hotel lobby, and wrote down a note “It’s better this way. You’ll be safe”

His phone rang. “Yeah, we’re here. Meet you there in 10 minutes”

“I’ve managed to take down Müller and his men. Y/N should be safe for now, she still can’t come with. I don’t like women” the man said on the other line.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” He breathed.

“Master Jeon. Not Jungkook” he corrected “And I don’t like waiting inside the helicopter. Whatever it is, make it quick” Jungkook is one of Taehyung most trusted friends. He recently took over his late-father, an influential businessman and an alleged mafia boss.

“I’m sorry if I asked you this favor. I didn’t know she’ll be a part of this. It’s true Mr. Ong and his men were part of the illegal trade. He got furious when I managed to bring the file to you last year. So, I don’t know, he’s just one bitter old man who can’t accept his lost and ordered someone put a bullet straight on my arm”

Jungkook chuckled. “Mr. Singh’s pretty tedious, Taehyung. He wants his things pristine clean. He’ll want her dead. Can’t let her squeak. How are you going to keep her alive?”

He held on to a bracelet, with a lock charm. He watched it dangling from his hand. “I gave her something, I’m pretty sure she’ll know what to do. Might even give us freedom.”

“Freedom? The only time you’ll be free is when you’re dead” Jungkook stated as matter of fact.

He nods. Taehyung licked his lips and tried to hide his tears with the back of his hand.

“…Are you… crying?” Jungkook asked.

He is. He didn’t want to leave you like this but he has to.

“I’ll see you later Jeon, yeah?” he hung up. He stared back to where he left you. From a far he could see lying down, reading the book you borrowed back in the hotel.

“Excuse me” he called the man again. “If you a see girl wearing a pink swimsuit, hair like this…” he traced your hair from his head. “Around this height” he pointed from his shoulder. “Please give this to her. Tell her not to worry… I just…” he choked. As he breathed hard “I can’t say it…”.

For one last time, he extends his phone in front of him. Click! Saved. It was a picture of you smiling from a far. Oblivious from his goodbye.

You suddenly remembered the time you had a conversation with him in Provence:

“If you weren’t an agent, what would you be by now?”

He smiled. “If I tell you, you promise you won’t laugh?”

You forced out a laugh then you agreed. “Alright, game. What is it?”

He smiled.

“A photographer”.

It was mini-album book filled with printed photographs.

The first photograph was the scenery from Bruges Belgium. You realized that the clicking sound that day came from him, because when you flipped the page you found a photograph of you. Holding a cup of chocolate, he bought for you.

‘Sorry if this wasn’t coffee’ a note was written below it.

“You jerk!” tears began to fall uncontrollably down your cheeks.

You flipped another page. It was a good still-capture of the stars when you two lay rest on the field of Provence, France.

Then the next: It was you sleeping soundly on his chest.

‘I’d like to tell you something that night, but I was too scared. You deserve better’ another note written below it.

You furtively flipped another page. It was a photograph of you falling asleep on the car, badly angled that highlighted your double chin. You laugh mid-cry.

‘Didn’t we have fun?’ he wrote down. You nodded. “We did.” You gasped, aching.

You flipped another page. It was a picture of the street of Montpellier. You remembered the time you two got so tired from bickering, it drained the two of you hard. You remembered the taste of the best baguette you ever had. The way you two briefly held hands on the street, trying not to lose him from the crowd. The way you held your laughter when he imitated the rude lady behind her back, while you two were waiting for your turn in the gelato stand. You faintly chuckled. Then you flipped to the last page.

A photograph of you, beautifully shot inside the Cathedral. Lost and unaware that he took a picture of you staring at the ceiling.

‘Maybe one day, I’ll find you here again. Promise not to leave each other” You lost it. You shut your eyes and cried hard. You clutched on the book. You didn’t care about the money anymore. To hell with it. You want Taehyung and you want to see him again right in front of you bad. Still even if you wish hard, when you open your eyes, there was only space to face.

Time and again. He said everything for you. All the things you were afraid to tell him, all the things you were afraid to let him know. He never asked but the answer was already loud, yet it wouldn’t leave your chest. And just like that, you lost him again. He left without even hearing you utter a single word.

Suddenly you felt something drop. A bracelet with a locket.

You hurriedly went back to the hotel. You hastily opened it, using a keychain screw. Finally, it revealed its content. It was another memory card. You took your laptop and have it read by a device.

This time, it wasn’t just a single file anymore. It was multiple of it.

While studying its content, you uncovered the reason why Mr. Singh wanted Taehyung so bad.

Taehyung learned about several back door deals, including Mr. Singh’s that turned him influential. Together with other politicians and international officers, they manipulated certain documents and continuously abet corruption against third-world countries.

It made you understand why Mr. Singh wanted Taehyung alive. He knew more than anyone can, he wanted to horde those secrets. Taehyung’s knowledge was for more precious than anything in this world. He wanted Taehyung for him. He wanted to be in control, and he wanted to remain in control.

“They caused the trouble. Not us, not Kim Taehyung. We’re just scapegoats” you clenched your knuckles as you read more files.

You knew your next move.

“Just In: Mr. Ong, an officer in the international trade bureau were arrested earlier from his home in Hong Kong. An unidentified whistleblower, submitted several documents to XYZ broadcast which was then surrendered to the international tribunal as pieces of evidence against him and among others. It was found that Mr. Singh, an oil tycoon, was behind all of public back door deals, human trafficking, illegal trade in…” you faintly heard the news from the TV, as you left the bar.

It’s been over a few months since the events happened. You decided to turn in the files to a broadcast station. It was the better option, but with disadvantage.

You’ve been living in the City of Valletta, Malta as a consequence. You exiled yourself down here, an island with a population of just half a million. It was peaceful and serene. You knew some men were out looking for you as retaliation. However, several international officers pledged to keep you protected against them after your good deed.

This city was their safest bet.

“One more beer please!” you point out your mug from the waiter. It was late in the afternoon and you were already out early for a drink. Now hammered before night fall.

“Fuck, Valentines. You people know no shit!” you cursed and cry from your table. You were sitting outside the bar, staring at the lovers holdings hands on the street.

Suddenly you heard a familiar song playing from the public square.

♬ “Kiss me out on the bearded barley. Nightly, beside the green, green grass…” ♬

You bawled. Pathetic, drunk and wasted at 5 in the afternoon.

The song reminded you of him. For months, you tried to look for Taehyung. You waited for news. None. You asked people around. None. You paid someone to hack public servers. Still, none. No signs of Kim Taehyung. You didn’t know where he went, or if he was still alive.

You decided to try and move on. Still, it was difficult.

“That idiot he must be de… no” you shook you head. “I would know… maybe he is with someone now?” you whimpered.

You called the waiter and looked at him “I didn’t even get to tell him how I feel? God, I’m so stupid…” you banged your head hard on the table. The waiter rolls his eyes as he filled your mug to the brim. “Thank you. I needed more” you told him. “As long as you pay” he sighed and left.

You chugged on your drink and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. You rummaged for money on your purse and left your payment on the table. You stood up despite your world turning hazy. Slowly you leveled yourself and took a few steps. You wanted to move to another bar that serves harder liquors. You didn’t care anymore; you were miserable and determined to get smashed.

“----!!” you heard someone scream. You scoffed. Who might be the idiot shouting on the street? You wonder, but you continued walking, too unbothered.

“Y/N!”

“What? I paid! Didn’t you see?” you yelled from where you stood, not minding to turn your back.

“Y/N!!”

“I said I paid! God! Whatever, I’m leaving! I’m leaving before you all do!” you wobbled a bit but quickly gained stability.

The singer abruptly stopped. “Y/N!” you heard someone call for you from the loudspeaker. You froze. That voice sounded familiar

“Excuse us, if your name is Y/N and you know a man named Kim Taehyung, please come up to the stage and claim him so I can return to singing.” The woman spoke, evidently annoyed. You turned around and squint your eyes.

Did you hear it right? Or was it alcohol talking?

Suddenly you saw a man running up to you. Your eyes weren’t deceiving.

“Taehyung!” You immediately ran towards him despite being drunk. Quickly you jumped, and he reached. He grabbed you by the arms and swung you around in the air.

You cried. You didn’t hesitate anymore as you closed in for a kiss. He kissed back and deepened it.

♬ “Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon sparkling. So, kiss me” ♬

You parted. “Did you requested that song?” he nods. “Check off our bucket list” he grinned as he finally put you down on your toes.

You cupped his cheek and cried. You couldn’t believe it. Finally, his face was right in front of you. No longer a space.

“What’s next?” you asked.

“Maybe coffee?” he smiled. You nodded. “Yeah, I’d love that”.

A/N: Hi everyone, I’m very grateful for giving us your time. First of all, I would like to sincerely apologize for leaving everyone hanging on “Got It”. It was initially planned as a One Shot but after getting positive feedbacks and request, I decided to conclude this with a better ending. I reflected for a little while (also after getting a good beating from Slyn <also a writer who I collab for this fic> who also wanted to send them off with a good ending) and realized that it was a Valentines Special and yet neither one of them (y/n and taehyung) were genuinely happy at the end. It was indeed absurd. Hence, this sequel. We hope you enjoy the second and final shot for this Valentine special.  

also Disclaimer: I’ve never been to any of these countries before. So, apologies if I ever misdescribe the places. I was just watching random travel videos/virtual walks while I workout and thought ‘hey! must be amazing to go around these places with someone special’ then bam! I thought about kth in this fic and y/n. Must be pretty cute if they got stuck together too. Sorry I’m babbling nonsense but anyway thank you for getting this far!! :>

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I loved this concept so much it was so cute

Flawless.

pairing | taehyung x reader

summary | you’ve lost count of how many notes you’ve left in between tae’s textbooks, from the silliest to the most profound, loving ones. and yet, even after all these months, taehyung doesn’t seem to have noticed any of them

genre/warnings | university fluff bc y’all whipped by university student!tae am i right

words | 3,070

note | this concept was inspired by a plot line in romance is a bonus book (which you can and should stream on netflix). also: for some reason i didn’t know but found out while writing this that i would do anything for kim taehyung and that’s just a fact

You don’t know how that even started.

It sounds like the kind of thing people who lose bets would be forced to do. If you lose, you’ll have to write a silly letter confessing your love to a friend. It would be funny, a story worthy of being shared with friends in between bottles of beer and other tales from college years.

But it really isn’t like that. Definitely not as funny or entertaining – just you being bored one day and then too into it to stop it.

Keep reading

taehyung x idol!/celeb! reader pleaseee

doesn’t even have to be smut just something FLUFFY

also ur so talented at writing !

⋆౨ৎ HOME AT LAST - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last

notes: thank you so much! i’ve been meaning to write some pure fluff recently and this really helped me come up with something. so sorry that it took a few days, i hope you enjoy nonetheless :) this can be read as a fluffy prologue to drunk in love but can also be read by itself. it wasn’t my intention to make it a prologue but i think it could work as one. also, i feel like i can’t write fluff but whatever. happy valentine’s day!

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

pairing: taehyung x idol!reader

warnings/tags: idol!au, established relationship, domestic fluff, movie nights, very sweet and fluffy, reader is HEAD OVER HEELS for taehyung, (and he is for reader 🤭), mention of sex, not proofread…🧍‍♀️

it had been far too long since you and taehyung had seen each other. you were both busy with your comebacks; writing, recording, filming music videos, performing at music shows. not only the preparation took months but so did all the stuff that came after, so with your busy schedules, you hadn’t spent a full day together in weeks. until today.

finally, both your schedules allowed you a few days off from all the chaos, and you couldn’t wait to spend those days with him after only being able to see him at award shows or events.

so you’re at his door. you knock and almost immediately, the door swings open to reveal your boyfriend with the biggest boxy smile on his (beautiful) face, dressed in an old shirt and some sweatpants. he’s been at home for a few hours but you’re coming straight from an interview so you still have your makeup done and you’re not in the most comfortable clothes, so you can’t wait to get changed and spend some time with him.

his smile is contagious, so you can’t help when you match his expression as a warm, fuzzy feeling engulfs you. you can’t wait a second longer, so when he lets you in and closes the door, smile never faltering, you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest and closing your eyes.

he hugs you back without hesitation, one of his hands resting on your waist, and the other finding purchase in your hair. he kisses your head before mumbling “hi” and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you lift your head up and open your eyes to look at him and you almost get lost in his eyes. they were captivating. their colour resembles black coffee, but the way light reflects onto them mimics how stars look in the night sky. a galaxy that you could stare at forever.

what pulled you in further was how each eye had something different to explore. his left eye was big and round, eyelid forming a small crease which completely contrasted his right eye. with one double eyelid and one mono lid you found his eyes unique and interesting. not to mention the perfectly placed mole which sat on his right eye.

in a way his eyes reflected each side of him. they were wide and curious, reminding you of how he looked up at you with puppy eyes. you could never say no to him when he looked at you like that. or sometimes he’d just watch you with those same wide eyes, fascinated and in love. you sometimes wondered how he could love you so much if he himself is the most lovable person you know.

his eyes could also switch in a split second. they could change into something sensual. something filled with desire and yearning. when he looked at like that it was the complete opposite to the wide puppy eyes he gave you. when he looked at you like that he pulled you in. he trapped you in his gaze before kissing you. touching you. loving you. giving you the pleasure he knew you deserved.

but right now, he wasn’t looking at you with either of those looks. he was looking at you with love. just like you were captivated by him, he was by you. and you would’ve gotten completely lost in his eyes if it wasn’t for the thought of his, arguably, even more enticing lips breaking you out of your trance.

at the idea of his lips, your eyes flicker down. you study them; smooth and glossy from where he probably licked them (a habit of his you found rather endearing), his heart shaped cupids bow, and a mole decorating his lower lip. so perfect. so kissable. you don’t think you could possibly resist any longer.

your hands travel up to cup his cheeks and pull him down towards you. your lips capture his in a loving kiss. you can feel him smiling on your lips and you reciprocate. you hadn’t realised how much you missed this. how much you missed him. when you pull away your eyes find his again, before you mumble a “hi” back, your smile also evident in your voice.

he places another quick peck to your lips before his hands make their way from your waist to the zip of your coat. he pulls it down and moves behind you to remove your coat and hang it up for you (a small yet meaningful gesture he always insists on doing).

after turning back around he notices your attire and upon realising that you’re still dressed in the clothes you wore for your interview, he speaks, “let’s get you into something more comfortable, yeah?”

you nod and exhale a sigh of relief as he takes your hand to lead you to his room to lend you some clothes and makeup remover. he hands you one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants you left at his house from your last visit, leaving you to get changed and wash your face after informing you that he’ll be waiting on the sofa for you, and when you get there, you’re pleasantly surprised.

the lights are off, the living room only being lit by a few candles and the light radiating off the television. the blinds are open displaying the romantic view of the moonlit sky above the vast han river. the sofa is covered with blankets and you can spot two wine glasses and some of your favourite snacks on the coffee table (which after dieting for your comeback is one of the greatest sights to see)

you stop in shock upon seeing what he had done for you, jaw ajar and the hand, which was previously holding your phone to your face, dropping down to your side. you were speechless. and, after not being able to spend any time with him for so long, you were overwhelmed with emotions. a wave of relief, happiness, and love for him washed over you as you finally looked over to him standing by the sofa with a shy smile and tv remote in his hand.

with you still in shock and staring at him with wide eyes, he asks shyly with a slight raise of his eyebrows, “movie night..?”

you practically beam. tears prick your eyes and not out of sadness. no. out of pure appreciation and love for him. you knew you missed him but in this moment it’s like it all hit you at once. you didn’t even realise how much you missed him up until now. so you waste no time and rush into his arms, tucking your head into his shoulder and engulfing him in a hug, to which he immediately hugged you back.

you move your head to look up at him and you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to have him. and suddenly your lost in those eyes again. you always are. you gaze at the vast galaxies in his eyes and then, almost routinely, you glance at his lips again; smooth and glossy, wearing a heart shaped cupids bow, and decorated with a perfectly placed mole. you’ll never get tired of them.

so of course, you lean up to kiss him, lips melting together and dancing in a slow and steady rhythm. he kisses you back with just as much love, pulling you in closer by your waist before his fingers start to trace patterns up and down your clothes back.

you both break apart for air, smiling contentedly, before you speak, only a few inches from his lips,

“i missed you”

his smile widens, “i missed you too”

he takes both your hands in his and leads you round to the sofa. you both flop down, immediately being engulfed by the soft cushions and blankets which he laid down for the two of you. he grabs the aforementioned blanket and covers both of you with it, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

using the remote, he skims through the options on netflix, the two of you settling on a film you both considered a favourite. one you had watched many times together. one you had watched on your very first movie night with him.

you thought back to that night. you were in his arms just like you were now, though, back then, it was all new. you were only just beginning to get used to the feeling of having his arms around you. you weren’t as familiar with the way he kisses you. you had only explored the stars in his eyes a few times and were nervous to let yours flicker to his lips.

now, you were used to his arms around you. in fact, that’s where they usually were when the two of you got some alone time together. now, you were familiar with the way he kisses you. when the two of you kissed, your lips moved with harmony and understanding. and now, you had explored the stars in his eyes countless times and found yours flickering to his lips no matter how hard you tried not to let them.

though, admittedly, even though you’ve grown to know and understand every part of him, what hasn’t changed was how your chest still felt warm and fuzzy when he engulfed you in a hug. how your heart still races when his lips capture yours in a kiss. how you still get lost in the galaxies which are reflected in his eyes, and how yours still look down at his lips each time you’re captured by those familiar stars.

no matter how much time passes and now matter how well you know him, he never fails to have an effect on you. he never stops wrapping his arms around you, kissing you with love, making you get lost in his eyes before yours travel to his lips. never stops giving you the comfort you need after a long day. never fails to make you laugh. never disappoints with the pleasure he gives you. never stops doing the little things that make a big difference. never stops caring about you. never stops loving you.

he never stops being a home that you can come back to. screw the four walls and the furniture. the house didn’t matter. he was your home. and after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last.

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