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Dominus | Drabble | kth (m)

❀ Pairing: demon!Taehyung x unnamed f. character

❀ Summary: Taehyung is a demon that has needs. Some of those needs include feeding off of fear and fucking until he's numb. Thankfully, he knows how to do those things at the same time.

❀ Word Count:  2,628

❀ Genre: Smut, pwp, strangers to one-night stand

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings: PLEASE TAKE THESE WARNINGS SERIOUSLY. THIS DRABBLE INCLUDES INCREDIBLY DARK THEMES SUCH AS: explicit language, manipulation, power dynamics, explicit sexual content including spit play, breath play (intense choking), mentions of getting off on fear, unprotected vaginal sex, pet names (Tae calls her kitten), honorifics (she calls him dominus which means master in this world), masturbation (female) voyeurism, rough sex, orgasm control, light mentions of blood, no after care, mentions of alcohol and drugs, trance like state post sex, Taehyung is a demon and he is REALLY terrible in this - please read this IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH THE WARNINGS.

❀ Published: September 4, 2022

❀ A/N: This is a side drabble to my series Carved. The series is incredibly dark. You do not need to read the series to read this drabble, but it would make a teeny bit more sense. Carved Tae seems to have a lot of stans (cough cough myself included) so I decided to write this to get myself out of my intense writers block.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Glittering lights make Taehyung dizzy. He stares at them, coalescing purples and blues and pinks. They flicker in the fog of the club - or maybe it's the smoke that Jimin is blowing in the air as he breathes out vampire, luscious lips pursed. The smoke smells like candied fruit, pleasant among the smell of sweating bodies pressed against one another. 

Taehyung sips the blue drink. He has no idea what it is but he looks up at the lights and they are alive. Fuck. Synth makes the alcohol so much better. He is buzzing, his arms like TV static and head cottony. 

As usual, they have a private booth. It’s just Taehyung and Jimin tonight. It’s not unlike Jungkook to turn them down for a night out, especially now that he has that Carved to worry about. 

Not for the first time, Taehyung feels a rush of anger that he purchased her for Jungkook. He should have just bought her for himself. He could think of several things that he could do with her.

Taehyung adjusts the body chain laying down his middle. It loops around his neck and his waist, made from demon stone and Parthos steel. Though it glitters prettier than any other metal in the world, it could cut through Vanir skin and decapitate a Vaesen if pulled tight around the neck. 

Tan skin peeks out from the collar of his low cut shirt. The ruffle of his jacket snakes up the right side of his neck, curling around the back like a serpent on his shoulder. He’s always had exquisit taste: clothes, food, art, Vanir slaves, drugs. 

Tonight is no different. 

Spreading his legs wide, Taehyung runs his tongue on his bottom lip, and drags his dark gaze from the lights flashing over the dancing bodies to the lone Valkyrie in front of him. She sits rod straight, her gold eyes cast down. Taehyung taps the edge of his glass with his nail, slowly evaluating her from head to toe. 

Caramel skin covered in some cosmetic glitter that makes her shimmer like the drugs Jimin snorted earlier. White, leather skirt that does nothing to hide her generous ass or her little pink panties underneath. Tan planes of stomach that Taehyung wants to sink his teeth in. White, leather bralette, breasts spilling out the top.

Mouth watering. 

The valkyrie is afraid. Her fingers twist in her lap and she chews the inside of her cheek. She uses her dark hair, silky and smelling like rose to hide her face as her male companion climbs into Jimin’s lap. 

Taehyung has no mind for Jimin as he shoves his tongue down the witch’s throat. He stands up, stretching his long limbs. The room tilts on its axis and he laughs, utterly delighted by how fucked up he feels. 

As carefully as possible, he collapses onto the booth next to the valkyrie. She flinches and he grins further, slouching in the seat next to her so that he has to look up at her through his lashes, eyes round. 

“Hi,” he offers. Up close she smells like roses and vanilla - and fear. “You smell divine.”

“Thank you, dominus.” Her voice is soft and accented.

Taehyung resists the urge to bite his fist. Up close, he can make out the freckles across her nose and cheeks. The longer he stares, the more they appear. They move, swirling on her skin like constellations. He is hypnotized, open-mouth staring at her as the freckles dance. 

He blinks and they return to normal, unmoving and simple. 

“Why so afraid?” he murmurs. Taehyung’s head leans, almost resting on her shoulder. She glances at him and he bats his eyelashes at her. “You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m harmless.” 

“You are powerful, dominus. It is difficult to be in the presence of greatness.” 

Liar, Taehyung thinks. He smiles, pointed canines on full display. She chews her inner cheek again. Taehyung slowly brings a finger to her cheek, brushing her skin. It’s so warm he almost moans, his eyes fluttering at the touch of her. 

To his pleasant surprise, her eyes shutter and she leans towards him a bit. He bites his bottom lip, dragging his fingers across her cheekbone and down the slope of her soft jaw. 

“You shouldn’t bite the inside of your cheek,” he whispers. “Might hurt yourself, kitten.” 

“I’m sorry, dominus.”

“Hmm. Don’t be.” 

Taehyung spreads his legs and pats his thigh. She hesitates for a moment and he drags his fingers up his dark trousers slowly before patting his thigh again - much higher this time. The valkyrie moves slowly, bottom lip between her teeth as she shifts. She throws her leg over his waist, facing him without meeting his eyes. Her ass settles on his cock and his blood thrums. 

Cold hands skate up and down her arms as he seeks the warmth of her skin. Taehyung is cold by nature, craving that warm blood rushing through her body. Her face isn’t hidden behind a curtain of hair now. Her eyes are large and round, button nose small on her heart-shaped face. She is the perfect Vanir: soft, supple, pliant, thrumming with vitality. 

Burning gold eyes that belong to the race of the valkyrie look at him tentatively. Her heart rate skips as Taehyung’s fingers settle on the hem of her skirt, brushing back and forth on the curve of her ass cheeks. 

Taehyung’s eyes go to her collar. It’s pink, a tiny E resting on the hollow of her throat, glittering with diamonds. He lifts one hand, going to her neck to trace the leather. She closes her eyes and sways in his lap. Taehyung smirks. 

“What’s the E for, hmm?”

Dark music pulses from the first floor. It hums through the floor, through Taehyung’s feet and through his ribcage. It’s a pleasant vibration, mixed with the alcohol and demon dust Jimin offered him before coming to the club. 

“Eden, dominus,” she whispers. “I belong to the club, dominus.”

“Such a pretty little thing, what a waste to be in this club.” Taehyung pouts up at her. He splays his hand at the base of her neck. He’s transfixed for a moment. His hand is so large in comparison to her delicate, tender neck. It would take a simple squeeze to end it all. Her little life is nothing in his hands. 

Instead of choking her to death like he wants, Taehyung tilts his head to the side. “Have you been treated well?”

“Of course, dominus.”

He tsks. “Come on, kitten. Be honest with me. You’re so afraid, sitting here with us. I don’t want that for you. I want you to feel safe. Has someone made you feel unsafe here?”

The valkyrie’s eyes water. She looks down, chewing on her bottom lip as she worries at the hem of her skirt. Taehyung gently brushes his hand from her chest to her bottom lip, pulling it lightly with his thumb. She stops gnawing at the flesh, but the damage is done. Her lips are roses and thrumming with the blood from the pressure of her teeth. 

“Some are rough, dominus. But it’s okay, we deserve it.”

“Hmm. Such a shame, to be rough with you. Do you like it here?”

“It is fine, dominus.”

Taehyung hums again. “What would you say if I offered to buy you?” Her wide eyes fly up to meet Taehyung’s. He hears the way her breathing stops. Starts again. Stops. Starts again. Her heart patterns like the wings of his father’s hummingbirds. “Your face is a waste here. You could come home with me.” 

“I-I am not good enough for a lord, dominus.”

Taehyung’s hand on her face goes rigid, gripping her chin harshly as he forces her to look at him. Her fear spikes, sour scent making Taehyung salivate. “I’m not a lord, kitten.”

He relaxes. Takes a deep breath. Caresses her skin for a while to get her to calm down. She melts into him after a time. 

“I don’t deserve it, dominus.” She whispers. She tangles her fingers together. Taehyung watches her, gaze fiery. “I’m just a Vanir. It would be an honor to be a part of your home, dominus.”

“We’ll do it then.” She looks up at Taehyung sharply. “When I leave, you’ll go with me.”

“Truly, dominus?” 

Taehyung gives her a wolfish grin. “I promise.” 

Bathrooms at Eden are pristine on the upper level. Taehyung doesn’t bother to lock the door. The valkyrie is looking around the room, eyes round like a doe. Taehyung watches her. The pink lights of the bathroom make her look magenta, her skin shimmering as she marvels at the vines and roses climbing up gold, carved mirrors.

A waterfall trickles behind Taehyung, the water spelled to be shimmering gold as it falls from the eyes of a weeping angel, hands clasped up to the sky. Foliage and flowers cover the walls, making the bathroom smell like jasmine and honeysuckle. It smells almost as delicious as the valkyrie who leans against the skin and looks at Taehyung with desire.

She opens her legs slightly, hips tilted up so he can see her panties. He grins ferally at her - perfect. 

“I bet you have the prettiest pussy,” Taehyung purrs. “Hmmm? Will you let dominus see?”

Sucking her bottom lip in her mouth, she nods. Slowly, she traces her hand under her skirt, pushing up the hem. Taehyung leans against the wall, legs spread with his hand resting on his cock. He’s hungry - not for food, but for the Vanir in front of him.

She pulls aside the delicate lace underwear and Taehyung smirks as she spreads her legs a little more. “Like this, dominus?” 

“Get on the counter.” 

She scrambles to listen to him. On the counter, she spreads her legs wide for him. He is fixated as she pulls the panties to the side again, opening herself up to him. She’s wet and pink. Taehyung hums in approval. 

“Play with yourself for me, kitten. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck that little cunt of yours.” Her chest starts rising and falling as she looks at him. He smiles. “Then we can go home, yeah?”

The valkyrie nods. She obeys immediately, hand tracing up and down her glistening folds. Taehyung strides forward, watching as her movements stop. He grins and leans over her mound, spitting directly onto her cunt before walking backward and leaning against the wall again. 

“Continue,” he says.

She complies, spreading the spit around her clit in lazy circles. He tells her to trace her hole with delicate fingers - she does. He tells her to pinch her clit - she does. She follows his every command, absolutely flushed and read all over, sweat beading on her brow as he has her edge herself.

Finally, Taehyung pushes himself off the wall. His movement is so quick that she barely tracks it, dazed as she looks up at him. Taehyung lifts her off the counter and throws her on her stomach. She lets out a soft sound of surprise and a whine as her forehead smacks the mirror glass. He ignores it in favor of unzipping his hands, stroking his heavy cock in his hand.

The valkyrie watches in the mirror. Taehyung is transfixed by the way his cockhead splits her hole. He grins, prodding her with the tip as she moans and clenches before he sinks into her on the upstroke, throwing his head back and gasping. 

Taehyung draws pretty little sounds from her mouth as he fucks into her cunt. He knows if he looks down in the mirror, he’ll see her eyes rolling back in her head. Her screams are of pleasure and border on pain as he digs his nails into the flesh of her ass, drawing blood. 

But he’s not watching her. He watches himself, watches the flush on his neck and the way his hair sticks to his forehead as she bends her further into the counter. Watches the veins throb and the way shadows begin to twist around him as he splits the valkyrie open. 

Her pussy flutters around him and he realizes she’s going to orgasm. Taehyung grabs her by the hair, pulling her back as he growls into her hair. “Don’t you dare fucking cum.” 

She whimpers in response, but nods. 

With one hand holding her down to drill into her, Taehyung uses his free hand to lift the loop of chain around his neck up and over his head. She lifts her head for him, watching him in the mirror as he drapes it around her head. 

Taehyung gathers the chain in his fist, pulling gently at first, just cutting off a little bit of air. She moans and he wraps the chain tighter, gripping it as he fucks into her harder, her hips slamming agaisnt the bathroom counter. 

The valkyrie pants against the mirror. Breath mists the glassy surface, her spit smearing across it as Taehyung shifts so that he’s leaning over her, pulling up on the chain and cutting off her air supply completely.

Taehyung begins to count the strokes it takes for her to panic. Someone enters the bathroom - a shinigami woman who gives him a grin in the mirror as she drifts to a stall. Taehyung barely acknowledges her as he twists the chain a fraction harder. 

“Cum,” Taehyung barks at her. 

Underneath him, the valkyrie’s hands curl into fists. She clenches around him once - twice and convulses, cumming with a scream and her last breath. 

He doesn’t stop. Cum drips down her legs, he can see it dripping down the tan flesh. 

It takes almost two minutes for her to start gasping for air. She grips the counter, red in the face as she fucking takes it. Taehyung feels a sliver of appreciation - a Vanir who knows not to fight back. A Vanir who takes what her master gives her, who pants against the mirror and lets her eyes roll back into her head. 

Another thirty seconds goes by and her heart begins to give out. 

It’s all he needs. Taehyung cums with a growl, letting go of the chain. The valkyrie gasps for air, sagging underneath Taehyung as he falls on top of her, crushing her into the sink.

For a few moments, Taehyung feels like he’s floating. There’s a buzz in his veins and his mind is somewhere else where it’s fuzzy and electric. The valkyrie doesn’t move under him, but he can feel her panting, struggling to catch her breath. She is still shaken from the choking and he grins, laughing as he finally pulls himself off of her.

The valkyrie melts to the floor like a puddle. She sags, still breathing heavily as she looks up at Taehyung. There are stars in her eyes as she watches himself tuck his cock into his pants. She smiles at him, dazed and delighted. There is spit all over her face, makeup running. A soft bruise has formed where she hit her head on the mirror. 

Rolling his shoulders, Taehyung heads to the door. 

“Dominus?” her voice is small behind him. He doesn’t even glance at her as he opens the door and lets himself out, leaving her dripping and disheveled. “Dominus wait!” 

Taehyung doesn’t wait. He walks back out into the cool interior of the club, the music swelling around him again. He stops by his booth - Jimin is gone. Taehyung doesn’t care. He knocks back one of the glasses full of blue liquid and snaps his fingers toward an attendant who shows him a bill. He doesn’t look at it - just flourishes the pen and heads toward the stairs.

As he passes the bathroom, he hears the valkyrie sobbing. 

Taehyung grins. 

we touched the sun

summary ➻ for the first time in a year, a pair of eyes stare right into his and then a chance encounter in autumn bleeds into eternity.

pairing ➻ ghost!taehyung x reader, past!yoongi x reader

genre ➻ fluff, angst, slow burn, kinda?? friends to lovers

words ➻ 20k

warnings ➻ mentions of death, brief mentions of gang-related stuff

notes ➻ this was originally supposed to be a series i called “touch” but long story short, shit happens and now it’s a giant fic. i’ll dedicate this to the pretty cool @taesthetes because i think this fic was the reason we met in the first place like two years ago?? maybe??? p.s. this is a playlist i made of songs that i relate to this au/listened to while writing!

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A Night With a Vampire - Part 1 (m)

— pairing | Kim Taehyung /Reader

— word c | 6,305

— genre | Vampire! Taehyung, Slightly angst. Smut. 

— summary | The end of the relationship leaves you lost and totally sad. Your friend is having a party and you promised you would. You just did not know that your life would change from there.

— warnings/tags | Bad words, Oral (female receiving). Explict sex.

‘Part 1′ | Part 2 

9:30 p.m. - Friday.

“Get up, (Y/N)!" It was the thousandth time Jimin was knocking at my door. Holy shit, I cannot even sleep in this house anymore! My wristwatch marked nine-thirty at night. Today is Friday and I'm lying under my covers. I have no reason to leave here. My 4-year-old date ended a few days ago and I'm not in the mood to do anything at all. It was amazing to see the guy I loved saying that I wasn’t good enough for him anymore and that he was not interested in me anymore. Shit. I think a shotgun shot in my face would hurt less than that. “(Y/N)! Don’t make me break this door!” Jimin was my best friend and roommate. We were doing fashion college together. College which was a four hour drive, since in the city where we live it doesn’t have support for a college building or for a decent shopping mall.

Jiminie was always with me in all my fights with Lil and it was he who lent me a shoulder to cry on. How stupid of me … I've lost four years of my life with a guy, to get here and get a foothold in the ass, days before I graduated from college.

"(Y/N), I'll count to three, if you don’t open this fucking door …"

"I'm coming, Jiminie!" I yelled as I kicked the covers and got out of bed. That sucks. "What is it?" I asked, opening the door. I was surprised to see how he was dressed. "What ... Why are you dressed as Lord Voldemort?"

"Millena's fancy party is today, have you forgotten?"

"No, I didn’t, and I'm not going!" I spoke back to my bed and lay down again. Millena was our friend. She was also our classmate. Her parties are the most popular in the city because even in a city small as Forty City, there are not many people who can hold a party at the level of the festivals of big cities like New York and Las Vegas. She and Jimin had an overwhelming passion about two years, they dated, but they preferred to stay as friends. And that's why Jimin lives with me, he thought if he lived with her, they would probably fuck 24 hours a day.

"Is it because of Lil?" He asked sitting down on the edge of the bed. I nodded. "It's been a week, (Y / N) ..." A week? I'm worse than I thought. "You need to snap out of it. It’s over. End.”

"I already know that, Jimin." I said without any animation in my voice and I tucked my head under the pillow.

"Come on, princess?!" He pulled back the pillow and made me look at him. “You need to have fun. And Millena will be very upset if you don’t go to her last party in town, don’t forget that in five days we're going to Los Angeles. "

"What if he's there?"

"You're ignore him, you're 23. You're a beautiful woman, you can get any guy you want at this party."

"I will not have sex with a guy, a week after the end of my relationship.”

"You’re silly, I know Lil took about three girls just yesterday!" He said coolly. That actually hurt like a slap in the face.  “We're planning on going to this party for weeks, (Y/N) ...”

What now? What do I do? What if I go to this party and Lil is getting another girl? How will I react? But what if I do not go and Millena gets mad at me? After all, I promised her I would come to this party and I already bought the costume. Should I go or stay here lamenting the end of my relationtship?

Jimin pouted... I hate when he does that! I always do everything he asks me when he pouts.

“Give me a few minutes. I'll get dressed.” I said with a half smile, watching his face light up and a huge smile appear. Before I could continue what I was talking about, Jiminie jumped on top of me, hugging me tight. Lord, when did he get so heavy? Are the muscles or hamburgers we always eat after we leave college?

"I'll wait for you in the living room. Don’t take too long or I'll take you there, naked!" He said and left jumping out of bed and before closing the door, he sent me a kiss.

That's it! Come on, (Y / N)... You can do it. I got up and walked dragged into the bathroom of my room. When I enter, I get scared when I look in the mirror. Holy shit, I'm horrible! My hair is a bushel, my eye pencil is blurred. I look like a beggar with nightwear rumpled.

Here we go…

I turned on the shower and pulled out my clothes, tossing them into a corner of the bathroom. I stepped under the warm water and closed my eyes as the water poured down my body. This should be the final cleaning. The water and the soap were wiping away all the fingerprints Lil had left on me when he touched me. All the touches were being removed by this water. I'm not the girl to whine about the spilled milk. I'm an attitude girl and that's what I have to remember today.

I opened my eyes, determined to use this party to forget the four years I spent dedicating myself to someone who would end with me near one of the most important days of my life. Something tells me that tonight is going to be the best of all.

After the shower, I wrapped my hair in the towel and went out to get my fantasy inside the closet. After I put her to bed, I grabbed a black lingerie in the drawer of the dresser, already wearing it. Black has always been my favorite color. And when I combine it with red I am even happier to have chosen it as my favorite color. I feel so exaggeratedly well with these two colors!

I took the towel from my hair and turned on the dryer to see if I could get a handle on that mane. Particularly, I liked my hair, I only hated it when it was too rebellious.

Some time later, I finished drying it and put on my costume. Vampire!

I never understood why I'm so crazy about vampires. No, I'm not talking about Twilight, I'm talking about Dracula. I'm literally crazy about movies where there are those fucking sexy leeches. Jimin thinks I'm crazy to think a vampire is sexy, he always says, ‘If these things existed for real you would not even want to get close to them, you would want to run away before he bit you’ But, I think if vampires existed for real, I would not be afraid of them. And I just want to be bitten by one. But it's all science fiction, that is, I will never know the feeling of being bitten by a vampire.

I looked in the mirror, finishing the makeup, basic thing. A blush, not too exaggerated black shade, mascara and an eyeliner to mark the eyes. I'm ready.

...

10:15 p.m. - Millena’s house.

"You arrived!" Millena ran up to me with open arms and jumped onto my neck before throwing herself over Jiminie. She was wearing a short white dress, clinging to her legs, she was a nurse. I'm not much surprised by this choice of fantasy, Millena always said that if she were not Fashion Designer, she would be a doctor. "I thought you wouldn’t come! In fact, you are magnificent with these fantasies."

"And we almost didn’t even come. (Y / N) didn’t want to get out of bed."

"But since Jimin is annoying, he knocked on my door, threatening to break it, and I was forced to open it." I turned irritated to him who raised his arms in surrender. "Where are the drinks?"

"This way."

We headed into Millena's two-story house. It was probably the biggest house in town. Her parents owned a branch of fashion stores that was spread throughout the world. They were in India now, signing another contract for another new branch there. I don’t even talk about my parents. They wanted me to be a lawyer, but fashion interests me more than defending those I know to be guilty. But when I chose what I wanted to do, they were understandable. Thank God! They even helped me with tuition.

As we walked to a place near the stairs where there was a table full of drinks and snacks, after all, an empty bag cannot stand upright, even more if that bag got drunk without having eaten anything, I observed the decoration of the house. Style "Murder House", there were pumpkins everywhere, black hearts balloons, decorative ribbons fluorescent and neon. Two globes of light hanging next to the $ 4,500 chandelier that Millena's mother bought at a store in Spain. The music it played was a kind of pop / electronic, the beat was strong and we could feel the ground shaking beneath our feet. The good part about living in a small town is that no neighbor can call the cops complaining about the loud sound, because the whole city is in here.

"Here!" She said handing me a glass with a red liquid inside. At the same time I took it, turned it over and swallowed all, feeling my throat burn. Fucking hell, now I get drunk.

"Slow down (Y / N)". Jimin said with a laugh. Only he knows how I get when I drink too much.

I was ready to go to the dance floor and forget that Lil once existed, when something made me look at the back of the room and I came across a man. He had one of his arms propped against the wall, a little above his head while talking to a girl. I found myself mesmerized. His black hair was a little below the nape of the neck and completely flat. I could not see his face completely, I just noticed the tone of his skin and wondered if it was as silky as it looked. He was wearing a black overcoat, his pants seemed to be the same color while wearing bad boy style boots.

"Who is he?" I asked Millena who was next to me, drinking something.

"He's my brother's friend. I don’t remember his name." she spoke and shortly after took a sip of the drink in her glass and reached for me.

"He's in college?" I asked trying to know if I had seen him around here. But of course her answer was no, because even if I had seen him before, I would remember. "Does he live here?"

"No. He's just spending some time here. My brother said he has a beach house in Los Angeles."

"Interesting." That was the only thing I said. Then I took a sip of Millena's drink and handed it to her. There was something about him that caught my eye, something I'd never seen in another guy, but it was hard to know what it  when all the lights flickered, making me a little dizzy.

Then he turned. He turned to me. Even I can not see straight, his eyes showed pure intensity, intensity that made me have goose bumps and almost losing my balance. He stared at me seriously, and he ran his tongue over his lip piercing. I took a deep breath, feeling my cheeks burn. I should have looked like an inexperienced virgin, gasping for breath at the sight of a handsome man. I tried to open my mouth to say something to Millena, but the intensity with which he looked at me was making me unable to say anything.

"(Y / N)!"

I hear someone shouting my name, and pulling me out of the trance. I know this voice and I'm not happy to hear it now. I turn around and see Lil coming toward me, walking between people. He's dressed as a king. I should have imagined that he would dress like that, after all, he is full of himself! Lil walked dangerously close and so I took two steps back, moving away from him who had a a smile on his face. Idiot.

"Hi, I was praying you'd come." He spoke. I raised my eyebrow. "I need to talk to you."

"Talk about what?" I asked dry. If he's really thinking I'm going to be gentle to him, he's very much mistaken.

"Don’t be like that, (Y / N)." His hand came to my face, but before he could reach the destination, I slapped it down beside him. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I just want to apologize, (Y / N)." Apologies? I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Does he want to apologize to me? Only Apologize? "I was an dick with you.I want to apologize and know if I still have a chance to get you back."

“You can forget the possibility of some day come back to me. Because it will never happen!” I was never submissive to any man, but with him I had been. And it will not happen again, not anymore. For me it's enough to do everything he wants. “In four years, everything I did was for you! I stopped going out with my friends for you, I let to go to parties because of you, just to you get there and say that I'm not good enough and that you don’t care about me anymore. Do you think a simple apology will erase the pain I felt when I heard you say those words?” I kept talking while he stood still, listening to everything he said. And that's what I wanted. In four years, he never stopped once if he wanted to listen to me, but that changed. “You can take your pink pony out of the rain, you idiot, because you will not touch me anymore.”

I walked past him, bumping into his shoulder and headed toward the exit. I knew I should not have come, my nerves are blossoming and I do not know how I managed to not jump on his neck and strangle him in the middle of the party. But I need to be superior and control the urge to kill him for everything he has put me through.

I looked from side to side as I walked, looking for Jimin or Millena to say that i would leave, knowing that I would be exposed to Millena's fury when i said that i was leaving because of Lil and knowing Jimin would want to tear his head off.

I stopped walking when I hit something concrete. I turned forward almost losing my balance again upon seeing that person. He was already without the overcoat, his shirt was dirty of something I could not identify what it was. His mouth also looked dirty from the same thing.

"Hi." And for the first time in my entire life, I felt my legs soften only when I heard the voice of a guy. I wanted to say something, I wanted to, but I could not. I was so hypnotized by those eyes that I could not think of anything to talk about. “I’m Taehyung.”

“(Y / N)!” I said and I was static as I felt him take my hand and bring it to his lips, giving a light kiss to it back.

“I liked your fantasy. You’re a Vampire?” He asked and I nodded.  “Why did you choose this to dress?” He's curious.

“I like vampires.”

“Me too. We make a perfect match.” He said smiling and winking at me. It just me or is he hitting on me? “So (Y / N), do you want to dance? You don’t look very good ... you look bored.”

How did he guess? I looked back, checking if Lil was no longer there and thankfully he was not. I glanced back at Taehyung who continued with his mysterious smile. How resist a guy like that? Just looking at him makes me shiver. I nodded and saw that his smile widened. There was a break and a new song started. It was exactly my song, my favorite. Taehyung grabbed my arm and pulled me into the middle of the room where the dance floor was. He guided me among the people that were there and we stopped in the middle of all, getting too close, because there was not much space there, since it was practically full.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, raising my voice so he could hear me.

" I’m a Vampire." He spoke close to my ear making me sigh as I shivered. Taehyung drew back a little and his hands came to rest on my waist as we danced to the sound of Pursuit of happiness. We threw our bodies from side to side as we faced each other. In a matter of seconds I forgot my discussion with Lil. In fact, I did not feel so bad that he broke up with me the way it ended. People need to take a tumble from time to time to learn how to get up.

And I'm almost thanking him for breaking up with me, maybe if he hadn't done it, I probably wouldn't be dancing with the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life.

…

This was one of the best nights of my life.

First, I finished my 4-year relationship, but now I do not feel a bit sad about it. Second, I was dancing with the most beautiful and sexy guy of the party. And third, I am almost totally drunk. I was jumping and dancing to the sound of the best songs on the planet. Millena knows how to make a party playlist. My feet were already aching inside the high heel, but who cares? Jimin was gone with Millena, probably they were having sex in her room. Some people occasionally bumped into me, but I didn’t care, I was ‘too happy’ to care.

Taehyung was behind me, holding on to my waist as we swayed from side to side without thinking that the next day we would have our whole body aching for being moving so fast. My body was warming up and I needed more drink, or something to cool me down, and feeling the warmth of Taehyung's hands around my waist did not help cool me, but made me want to feel all the warmth of his body. How did he get me like this? I've never felt so involved with a guy like that for the first time. Maybe it was the intense look or the mysterious smile, or the fact that he was dressed as a vampire, and I had a vampire fetish. I was getting confused and with an almost overwhelming desire to kiss him, but my subconscious would not let me do it. It did not give me the courage to do it. As much as I was bitching with Lil because he ended up with me like that and went out fucking girls, two days after we finished, I could not do the same. At least I think.

“I'll get another drink.” He whispered in my ear and I nodded.

What I needed now was drink and lots of dancing. With Taehyung, of course. My hair should already be messed up by throwing my head from side to side and dancing madly. And again I say who cares? The lights blinked and the beat grew louder and louder every time, I'm in paradise. How i missed going to a party like that. When Lil and I were dating, he never let me go out for parties, and yet I was with him. I was so stupid.

Still dancing, I turn back, seeing Taehyung coming to me, carrying two glasses in his hands. I was taking drink from a stranger. But I don’t think he's going to do something bad with me because if he wanted to, he could have done it. The people here are so drunk that in addition to laughing at anything, they will all be worried about their vomiting soon. I took the glass from his hand as he pulled me around the waist and danced with me to the sound of Touchin On My.

His face was close to mine, his drinking breath was not disgusting like most other guys, it was a fresh breath. He put one of his legs between mine as we slowly descended to the floor without taking our eyes off each other. I drank all the contents of my glass and threw it on the floor, unable to hold on any longer, and pulled the back of his neck, sealing our lips. I heard a faint noise of something falling to the ground and then his other hand was gripping my hair, putting even more pressure on the kiss. The hand on my waist, down to my thigh, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist. I should stop, but his kiss tastes so good. It must be the drink, or the simple fact of him knowing how to leave a girl excited with just a kiss.

Now the hand in my hair came down to my back, pulling me even harder against his body, making me feel his erection between my legs. I grabbed his soft hair and pulled it lightly listening to him let out a low moan between the kiss as the beat of the song became even sexier. The hand on my back came down to my ass as we rolled our hips to the apex of the song. I could feel his hard cock, locked inside his pants, rubbing against me, which at this point was almost begging for him.  We started down once more to the ground in the last chorus of the song. Rubbing against each other, feeling each other. Damn! I'm totally hypnotized by this guy.

When the song was over, we parted the gasping kiss, staring at each other. He released my leg, leaving it on the floor. His hands continued on my waist and my hands stills in his hair. A shiver ran up my body as I felt him caress my back. Fuck! I want more!

"You got me crazy for good!" He said, showing his boxy smile. His hand stroked my cheek and soon after we kissed softly. That was so good. “There's a guy staring both of us since we started to dance. Do you know him?” He asked after leaning his forehead against mine. I frowned, trying to understand, then he looked suggestively behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed that Lil was leaning against the wall across the room, his eyes on me and Taehyung. He didn’t have a very good expression on his face. Taehyung’s hand squeezed my waist and I turned to him, who was looking at me curiously. I snorted.

“He's my ex-boyfriend. An idiot! Just ... Ignore!”

“Why did you break up?”

“We dated for four years and he broke up with me a few days ago. He said I was not good enough for him and that he was not interested in me anymore.” I spoke with debauchery, loud enough for him to hear. He made a thoughtful face.

"He's gay!" He spoke simply. I frowned. What? “He can only be gay to dismiss a girl like you! What I would not do with you if you were my girlfriend, (Y / N) ...” He whispered wickedly in his voice, close to my ear, making my body shiver for the thousandth time in a few hours. He gently pulled the back of my neck and kissed me again. But, I will not satisfy me just kiss him.

The music continued to roll. Taehyung kissed my cheek, then the lobe of my ear. The kisses came down to my neck and an electric current passed through my body making me run my arms around his shoulders, stroking his hair as he nibbled lightly at the sensitive skin of my throat. I gasped as I felt his hot tongue make a circular path there. If he leaves me like this now, I can not imagine what will happen if we go to bed and at that moment, I wanted this. Fuck my subconscious, fuck the reason. I want Taehyung, in my bed!

“I know we just met, but... I have to go to a more private place with you!” He whispered in my ear making me close my eyes at the shudder. I nodded, feeling my body heat up even more. He smiled, with his enigmatic smile. “It would be easier if we went up to some room in this house, but still, I want silence. The only sound I want to hear are your moans.” I nearly choked hearing those words, feeling the heat between my legs rise. Fuck, why so sexy?

"We can go to my apartment." I spoke with difficulty not to stutter.

“Okay.” He smiled again. He stroked my arm until his fingers were locked in mine. He led the way, making room for me to pass, using his free hand to get people drunk and messy out of the way, he held me close to him, almost stuck on his back, as if he were a shield. I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was weird. He had this enchanted prince's aura mixed with bad wolf. And i was loving it. We left the house and still saw many young people getting drunk and dancing to the music.

The street in front of the mansion was full of cars. I don’t understand why they drove to there. If they had three steps they would have arrived. As we walked, Taehyung put his arm around my waist, pulling me close, warming me because the wind was very cold. Winter was coming, so I do not doubt I'll have to buy warm clothes. After all, the winter became more and more rigorous every year.

I left my thoughts when I felt that Taehyung's arm was no longer around me. I looked to the side but he was not there, as I turned back with a frown, he was behind me, his back to me. Looking over his shoulder, he was holding Lil by the neck, using only one hand.

“Tae…” I started to speak, but Lil's stifled voice interrupted me.

"Stay away from her." Lil said, choking. I was totally without reaction, without words, I didn’t know what to do in front of such a scene. Taehyung's body was rigid. I could not see his face, but his shoulders were tense, and his free hand was clenched into fist, which showed that he was very angry.

“First, I'm older than you. Second, I'm much stronger than you. And third, if you don’t leave that girl alone, I'll kill you just as quickly as I can say  'get the fuck out of here' “ And the he threw him to the ground. Lil crawled back. He glanced at me before he stood up and turned his back on his way toward the party.

Taehyung turned to me, and blinked a few times, standing still, waiting perhaps for me to say something or do something. I did not even know what to do in that situation. I didn’t know if I appreciated what he had done or wondered what had just happened. I was more confused than usual. So I sighed and held out my hand to him. He bit his lip and gave me a corner smile, holding my hand and coming up to me. Soon we were headed towards my apartment again.

The building where I lived with Jimin was one of the only buildings in the city, hence the tallest. And I lived on the top floor. It had no elevator and it had 11 floors, so Taehyung and I would have to climb 11 rolls of stairs to get to my apartment. The good part is that we would be too hot, so we will take our clothes faster. bad part, we will get tired very fast.

We did not talk much during the climb, just looked at each other sometimes, flirting with the looks. When we reached the top floor, we walked to the last door in the hallway. I took the key from the boot and opened the door, entering and leaving it open so he could come in as well. I sat on the arm of the couch and ripped off the boots of my feet, feeling great relief. Looking back at the door, I see him standing outside, looking at me.

“ Are you not coming in?” I asked, and he looked at the open door. Then his gaze turned to me.

"Do you really want me to come in?"

"Of course." I Smile. "Come on! You can come in!" I said and another smile came from his lips. As he entered, he shut the door behind him, looking at me with a dark desire in his eyes. A desire that made me pant just to remember his kiss. He locked the door, threw the key on a small table beside it, and began to walk toward me. He approached me until he made me fall on the couch with him over me. Both arms rested beside my body. He passed the tip of his nose through the neckline of my costume, then in my neck, placing a kiss there and then his lips were glued to mine, making me grab the back of his neck and pull him to me.

“Where is your bedroom?” He whispered as he lowered the kisses to my neck.

"Last door down the hall." I whispered holding a groan.

His arms passed beneath me, lifting me up. Soon after he stood with me on his lap, making me entwine my legs around his waist. As he walked with me into his arms, I began to open the buttons of his blouse as i kissed his neck. Now it was my turn to tease him. I heard the door slam when he kicked it. Soon he was on top of me on the bed, kissing me fiercely while his hand did not stop pacing my body. I finished unbuttoning the buttons and pulled his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. I parted the kiss to admire what he had under his shirt. I let out a weak moan at the sight of his chest and his muscular arms. If he was already like this up here, I can not imagine how he should be down there.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled over onto the bed, getting a surprised look. I sat on his lap and leaned over him, kissing his lips, cheek, neck, chest and then making the same way back. His hands descended from my waist to my thighs and soon after they rose, pulling my dress up. I sat down again and stood erect. I pulled the zipper off the dress that was on the side of it, down and began to take it very slowly. Then I threw it on the floor with his shirt. His hands rested on my breasts, massaging them gently over the bra.

"I don’t think you need it." He whispered and then pulled the sides of my bra, ripping it in two. I didn’t have time to complain, because his hands pulled me down and soon he had his mouth on my left breast while using his hand to massage the right one. I rested one hand on the headboard, closing my eyes and moaning as I felt his tongue making circular motions in my bosom. With my free hand, I touched his cock over the pants, listening to him moan and make more pressure with his mouth. "You will make me lose control." He whispered, taking the kisses to my neck.

“So do!” I whispered totally sedated by pleasure. His gaze darkened and his mysterious smile returned to his lips. He rolled over onto the bed and stood over me, his lips kissing my chest making me groan wildly. I squeezed the pillows between my hands as I heard my panties rip.

“I'll make you mine.” I heard his voice growing whispering and I felt his breathing down, making me arch as I felt his lips touch me. I sighed and gasped before groaning loudly and arching my body one more time. His hands caressed my chest and squeezed my breasts as his tongue caressed my clit. I placed my hands over his, holding them and putting them side by side on my body, squeezing them tightly according to the intensity of what I was feeling. “You’re so sweet, baby.” He murmured before he came down and up with his tongue over the length of my pussy. I could no longer control my groans as I felt the first orgasm coming. How the fuck is he doing this?

I squeezed his hands as he felt my legs soften and my pussy contracted. Fucking hell! I grabbed his hair and pulled it up, making him look at me with a wicked grin. He came up to me, kissing me, making me feel my own taste.

"Let me reciprocate ..." I whispered between his lips. He shook his head in denial.

"Not now, I need to get into you, or I'll go crazy." He said opening the zipper of his pants and throwing it away, along with his underwear. I gasped at the sight of his hard cock, and felt my cunt getting even wetter. He lay on me and thrust his hips against mine, coming into me, stretching my walls, making me scream with the force he entered into me. I gasped and held the headboard, trying to get accustomed to his cock inside me. He put his face on my neck and moved slowly.

"Did I hurt you?" He whispered. Too breathless to respond, I just shook my head in denial. I felt his smile against my skin. His movements grew faster and stronger, making it difficult to stifle the loud groans. He clung to me as I held to his shoulders. Both moaning loudly, uncontrollably. He increased speed and I moved against him.

Soon, he rolled over on the bed, putting me on top of him.

“Ride me.” He commanded, his voice hoarse, making my body tremble and my pussy throb. I began to move my hips, roll over and rub myself in it. His hands came off my waist and went to rest on the pillow under his head. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, narrowing his eyes. “You’re so fucking tight-fuck.” He moaned, pressing the pillow between his fingers. I let out a moan and smiled as I saw him like that, beneath me, at my mercy as I rode on his cock. I rested my hands on his chest and increased the speed of my hips. Taehyung let out a loud moan, before pulling hard on both sides of the pillow and as if it were a piece of paper, he parted it in half, causing me to stop the movements and widen my eyes, seeing feathers spreading through the air .

Half a second later, I was under him. One of his hands held mine over my head and the other was between us, massaging my clit as he pushed his hard and big cock into me. I closed my eyes, too ecstatic to care about what had just happened.

"Why so hot? Fuck, I can fuck you forever… Open your eyes and look at me." He groaned, his voice harsh, making me open my eyes and meet his dark eyes, full of malice and desire over me. "Beg me to make you come." He ordered, increasing his thrusts. "Say my name, baby. Tell me how much you want to come."

"Please, Taehyung. Make me cum. I need it so bad."

A dark smile fell from his lips and he laid his body on me. He began to use even more force in his thrusts. He brought both his hands up to my wrists on top of my head, pinning me completely to the bed. The noise of his hips against mine was filling the room, with to our groans of pure pleasure. Taehyung began to kiss and nibble on my neck, and I could feel my orgasm coming. When my cunt squeezed around his dick, and I felt that hot pain coming out of my core, I threw my head back, groaning loudly as he fucked me hard.

It was then when I felt a strange pain coming from my neck, as if he had bitten me, but a real bite, the one that plucked blood. I groaned in pain, but I was too numb with orgasm to say anything more. Then he lifted his head, pushing his cock quickly inside me. My views were stained, and I began to feel sleepy. I wanted to say something, but the last thing I saw before my eyes closed, was the blood dripping out of Taehyung's mouth, along to his fangs.

Fuck, they exist. Taehyung is a vampire.

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Coffee Shop (m)

Genre: smut, nonidol!au Word Count: 3.3k Pairing: nonidol!Taehyung x reader Warnings: cunnilingus, semi-exhibitionism (again), unprotected sex (be safe!) Summary: Taehyung has always been this illusive creature that was way out of your league so you settled for staring at him in bio chem. One night at the 24 hour coffee shop that you work at, Taehyung walks in and proves that he’s noticed you more than you thought.  

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A Fuck Toy’s Paradise

(I came twice while writing this master-fuckin-piece. God bless Korea.- Sultana)

“What’s your color babe?” He whispered into your ear.

 “Green, green, green! -Oh fuck, right there! - Green, green, green!” You screamed, biting unto your bottom lip in an attempt to ground yourself.

 Taehyung thrust in and out of you fast, pounding into your tight pussy as hard as he could, chasing his orgasm. You cried out with every thrust, clawing at the pillow under your head. The air in the room felt heavy and you struggled to breathe with your knees pressed almost to your ears, thrown over Taehyung’s wide, brooding shoulders.

 “Oh God! Tae!” You cried out as he began to rotate his hips while fucking you, his cock hitting your g spot head on.

 He grunts into your ear and continues his brutal assault. He’d gone into rut today, and usually, you two were aligned with you going into heat the same time as he went into rut, but for some reason, you were late this time. He argued with your decision to let him use you, saying it was too dangerous and it wasn’t fair to you, but after an hour of begging and trying to convince him, he finally agreed to use you as his ‘Fuck Toy’, as you called it. That decision had led to this, and even after coming twice, he still wasn’t satisfied. You had come four times and your legs had become accustomed to shaking, your voice was hoarse and you were covered in a layer of sweat, not to mention your pussy was full of his cum.

 You whimpered and moaned as you felt another orgasm approaching. Taehyung lifted away from your ear and began to kiss you passionately, thrusting his tongue into your accepting mouth. You let out a dry sob as you came for the fifth time, contracting around the cock that continued to thrust in and out of you. It started to feel like fire so you screamed and begged for mercy, only for Taehyung to smirk and bend his head to your ear.

 “Take it y/n. You can fucking take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me? –Fuck- Just a little longer and I’ll let you take a break, huh? How about that? Just fucking take it.” He growled into your ear, fucking into your pussy faster, his balls slapping against your ass.

 You whimpered and nodded, pain and pleasure coursing through your body with each heavy, brutal thrust. You felt like you were coming apart at the seams. 

 He grunted and pulled out of you for a second, making you sigh in relief, until he flipped you over unto your hands and knees. He pushed your head down into the covers, making your ass stick up higher and thrust into you again. You yelped into the covers as he started to roughly fuck you into the mattress, holding unto your hips bruisingly hard. Your ass stuck to the skin of his groin with each thrust, making a slapping sound.

 “Taehyung! Oh fuck! Tae, Tae, Tae- ah! - Tae, Tae! I can’t! It’s too much.” You sobbed into the covers, hands clenching and unclenching in what you couldn’t decided was pain or not.

 He replied to your pleading by yanking your head up by your hair and pounding into your sore, swollen cunt even faster. The stretch of his cock combined with the feeling of his balls slapping your swollen, sensitive clit made you squeal.

 “Fuck y/n, how are you so fucking tight? Such a good girl. My little fuck toy. You like me fucking you into the mattress, huh? Like it when I fuck you like an animal?” He growled into your ear, voice shaking slightly from the approaching orgasm.

 You babbled incoherently mostly, whispering his name like a prayer as you felt an orgasm approaching like a train. You closed your eyes and said a little prayer that you didn’t die from this one. That prayer is cut short when the hand that was gripping unto your hair moved to your throat and gripped unto you like an anchor, choking you from behind.

 “Gonna fuck some babies into you. You’d like that, huh? You’d love it if I pumped you full of cum and made you walk around that way? Pumped you full of my fucking babies? From now on, you’re my little cum bucket.” He whispered into your ear, thrusting harder and smacking your ass a couple of times.

 His words set you off, and you come so hard, you see stars. You vaguely hear yourself scream his name, melting into the covers as your orgasm took you to another planet. You quake so hard it looks like your convulsing, contracting around his cock as he pounds and pounds into you. He thrust in a couple more times and with a groan, he pushed deep into you and began to cum, spurting his seed against your cervix. He sighed and slumped over you, still cumming, filling your pussy with potential children.

 You shake and let out a high pitched whine as he starts to weakly thrust into you again, his cock leaving and entering your cunt with a loud squelching noise. A dollop of his cum squeezes out of you and slides down your thigh. You sob into the bed sheets as he begins to fuck you again, hardening inside you.

 “Please, please, please, I can’t! - fuck! - oh god! - Oppa! - Tae, no more- ah fuck! - it hurts! - it’s too much! -nghh, please!” You cried into the sheets, face wet from tears and sweat.

 He ignored your begging mostly, but fucked you slower and slid his hand under your hip to your clit. He placed his fingers on it and paused for a moment, then he began to roughly fuck you again, rubbing hard at your engorged clit, making you scream nonsense into the sheets. You clawed at the sheets and tried to pull away, but he pulled you back and held you in place. You sobbed and cried at the stinging pleasure. Your toes curled and uncurled as you reached your peak.

 You cum hard again, this time with a silent shout, mouth gaping and body shaking. You felt Taehyung cum in you once more, filling you to the brim, and the feeling of his cum spilling out around his cock down your thighs made you cringe.

 Taehyung finally pulled out, his rut finally over and kissed your back. He got up and got a warm wet cloth as you slumped unto the bed deep in subspace, exhausted, sore beyond belief, and thoroughly blissed out. He wiped any excess cum, making sure to keep what was inside you, inside you. He rolled you away from the soiled parts of the sheets and moved you unto his lap, then cradled you in his arms like a baby, cooing at you about ‘how good you did’ and ‘how proud he was of you’. You finally began to come out of subspace and looked up at him. He smiled down at you.

 “I’m so proud of you baby. You were amazing. You okay?” He asked, a soft smile on his face.

 You nodded and smiled back then place your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “I’m alright.”

 “I love you, Y/n.” He whispered into your hair.

 “I love you too, Taehyung.” You whisper back, falling asleep.

Flicker | KTH

by Chimchimchereeee

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Neighbor!Taehyung Genre: Smut/Fluff, Neighbor AU Word Count: 7K Rating: M (18+) Summary: A storm is on the horizon and you’ve lost your house keys. Always a gentleman; your charming neighbor Kim Taehyung with the cute smile lets you wait in his apartment with a steaming mug of tea and a few surprises along the way.

Warnings: Dirty talk, oral sex (M & F), fingering (F), big dick!tae, size kink, shibari rope bondage, restraints, dom!tae, sub!reader, lewd imagery, shooting porn basically(?), masturbation (M), ejaculation (M & F), squirting, unprotected sex, raw penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, cum fetish.

“It’s freezing cold out here, Y/n.” Your next-door neighbor Taehyung calls from his open kitchen window. He’s casually leaning against the frame with a hot mug in his hand. “Looks like it’s about to rain, too.” He motions to the sky and takes a sip from the mug.

A thick bank of fog coats the horizon and inches closer by the minute. The heavy air barrels through tall-standing trees and shakes sticky pine needles to the ground. Daylight settles to a deep purple dusk, reflected in the darkening clouds above. A calm winter breeze nips the tip of your pink nose and you raise your hand to warm it gently.

It’s the first cold day of the year and you’re chilled straight to the bone. You were running late this morning and slipped on a simple cardigan over a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, finished with some ballet flats. You were fine getting to work, but cursed your past self the moment you stepped out of the office. The walk home was incredibly brisk and all you could think about was getting inside your cozy apartment and snuggling under a thick blanket.

You fumble in your purse to find your house key but come up empty. Featherlight mist flits in the air and lands gently on your face and sticks to your eyelashes. You blink away the tiny droplets and curse under your breath.

Taehyung leans forward slightly, his broad shoulders brushing against the window frame to get a good look at you. His kind eyes flick from your worried face and back to your purse. “Cutie, everything okay?”

The wind kicks up and draws a shiver down your spine. You kneel on your front step and empty your purse out, hurriedly picking through the random mess to find your ring of keys. You let out a frustrated huff and look up at your neighbor.

“Locked myself out.” You shake your head and mutter expletives while shoving everything back into your purse.

“Again?”

You grip the edges of your cardigan to wrap around your torso tightly, but the wind continues to wisp through the thin fabric. “Again,” you reply and roll your eyes at your own stupidity. The keyring is probably sitting on your desk at the office, already closed and locked up for the weekend.

Taehyung takes another sip from his mug to hide the small smile forming on his lips. This is the fourth or fifth time he’s witnessed you lock yourself out of your own apartment. Like clockwork, he’d leave his windowsill to keep you company while you wait for your roommate to arrive, but he doesn’t move from his cozy kitchen window this time.

“Babe…” He sighs.

“I know, I know.” You look up at him expectantly, waiting for his response with the biggest and most pathetic doe eyes.

He presses a small smile against the steaming mug in his hand.

“I could make you a drink. You know, while you wait?” His eyes tentatively skim your damp and rosy face as your eyes light up at the suggestion.

“Are you inviting me inside, Tae?” This is a first. You smile back at him and tug your sweater to tightly wrap around your curves.

“It would be rude of me not too.” He rests his elbow in the palm of his hand and lifts the mug to glide softly against his pursed lips before taking in another sip. You don’t miss how his tanned neck constricts as he drinks. The column of his throat tightening, rippling his Adam’s apple to bob slightly. His shoulders relax, drawing your eyes to his defined collarbone at the ridge of his black v-neck.

“How very neighborly of you,” you quip with a small bow.

A shiver runs up your spine as Tae bends to sit on the large windowsill and motions you closer. “Am I being neighborly?” He asks. His heated hand caresses your jaw and draws your chin up to look at him.

“Y-yes,” you reply timidly. He always catches you by surprise like this; friendly and coy one minute, then, mysterious and rapturing.

“Just doing my part as the unofficial yet basically official neighborhood watch.” He leans forward and dips his head out of the window to get a little closer, the heat of his breath dancing mid-air. “Am I also trying to get you alone in my apartment while Namjoon and Jimin are out of town?”

Your eyes grow wide and you smile even wider. Heat builds rapidly in your veins; you find it difficult to focus on anything other than the feeling of his hand on your cheek. The warmth lingers even after he pulls away. “Where did they go?” You reply, trying to hide your blush.

“Business trip.” Taehyung tongues the corner of his mouth and nibbles his bottom lip for just a moment. “They left this morning.” He gives you a signature wink and polishes off his drink in one gulp. “The door is unlocked, Y/n.”

Your heart begins to pound in your chest as he stands and disappears from his window.

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Listen (Taehyung x Reader)

Word Count: 8.9kish

Pairing: Taehyung x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Dirty talk, voice kink, shyness/nervousness, flirting, stalking behavior, mild obsession/fixation, fingering, kissing, sucking, orgasms (yours), squirting (light), body fluid kink, masturbation, rubbing, questionable ethical stuff (Tae using the school directory to snoop), implied rule breaking (dorm visitor hours violation, etc), sucking, biting, college student encounter, multiple orgasms, swearing, finger sucking, body fluid ingestion (he licks you off his skin). I'm sure I forgot some.

Genre: PWP, Strangers to Lovers

AUs: College BTS

Summary: Everyone has kinks. You stumble upon your own when a sound takes over your thoughts and desires. A plan to discover more about it goes further, faster than you expect.

Author’s Note: This one took a while to edit and rewrite (here and there), but thank you for reading it!

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Have you ever been attracted to someone’s voice? 

If you’d been approached with that question, the answer would have been ‘No’. …Until this year. 

Until exactly a month and a half ago, at the start of this term. 

Auralism. You’d learned the meaning only recently. 

Tonight your finger followed the printed text along the page until you found the word and carefully traced each letter with a pointer fingertip. Every curve and swoop of the ink, your belly fluttered. 

To think: this sudden feeling inside you from a sound–one coming from another human being just doing the most basic kind of communication–could have an actual term to represent it. Something finally put to meaning the yawning pit that opened up inside you, at hearing a voice.

The tingle was in your chest again, then it moved south. You turned the page and scanned a block of words at the top, grateful for somewhere to put your focus and ignore the tension piling on. It had been with you from the moment your sneaker sole met the faded ruby carpet inside the library’s front hall. 

While it hadn’t lessened over time, reading–or trying to–did the job to sink your fixation into something else, temporarily. Eventually a low chime from the intercom nearby broke your reverie. You glanced towards the sound. 

Although it was expected you still held a breath. Soon enough came: The voice, buttery and deep, with the hint of a smile. The tone, always calm, regardless of day or time. 

‘Attention all patrons. The Pierce Library will be closing in 15 minutes. Please gather your belongings and bring any materials for checkout to the front desk.’

You could almost recite it by heart. Instead, you leaned back, eyes closed, to enjoy the last hints of the voice until the sound faded. You were always waiting for this moment. Chasing it, slipping away too quickly for as long as it took to arrive.  THAT was what set fire to your senses. 

Your smile grew, checking your phone to confirm. Right on the nose–exactly 15 minutes before those front doors would be closed and locked. That meant he’d soon come through. 

What you’d heard just a moment ago wasn’t the usual recording and that was an even bigger bonus tonight. The barest pause between instructions wasn’t lost on you. Noting those little differences had such an impact in tonight. 

It wasn’t just that you’d heard the same spiel enough. A lot was owed to the knowledge of employee routines and schedules. Spending enough time here made that a natural eventuality. Which really mattered for one person in particular: The owner of that voice. 

The voice that nibbled at your self control from the first time you heard it. Nibbles became bites as the interest and curiosity grew, along with attraction. You carried a simmering heat almost constantly. There wasn’t a time you passed by the library now without feeling light headed or tight from the waist down. 

Normally being so ‘into’ something wasn’t your way. Nothing got such a hook into your brain. That it was specific to a person, that had you waffling between shame and delight. 

After a deep breath, you stole a look at that word again, then closed the book and stood. You felt a little impressed at how deep your research had gone–from first glance in a kitschy sex book to the present deep dive into the psychological aspects of this interest.

Book cover braced against your chest, you swung one hip against the chair back. The remaining lights in the library’s further stacks blinked off. Aisle by aisle at the blackness closed in, leaving the barest shape of book tops barely discernible in the dim light overhead. 

Phone tucked into one pocket. And the book. Actually leaving with non-study material was a mood booster. Reading for pleasure proved to be something much rarer these days. 

The walk to the circulation desk was quick enough and you stopped there at the opposite end of the Checkout sign faintly swinging when the library doors opened, then closed. 

Laying the book on the counter, you glanced around. The heavy silence left plenty of room to notice so many minor things: the checkout computer screen, still aglow. An errant pen, sideways across into an open notebook, next to a nondescript textbook–thicker than anything you’d bought this term. Judging from the density it wasn’t a light read.  

Did he own it? To be graced with a golden voice, AND a strong study ethic? An appetite for learning did things to you too. Whatever the word for attraction to intelligence was, you’d seen it once then promptly forgotten. In spite of that your suffering was doubled.  

Facing forward didn’t prevent the light shock when a form appeared at the farthest of the counter and stepped behind it, then headed your way. The world narrowed as he got close. It was a good few inches of height difference. You kept focus on the book until he stopped right across from where you stood.  

He met your rising stare with a smile. The big, beautiful kind. He barely tugged the shirt sleeves rolled to the inside of both elbows. Not a complete departure from the usual campus attire and enough to make him stand out. At least to YOU. 

As he stood right here, you confirmed an earlier suspicion: he’d passed by before, pushing a cart of books and humming over the creaking wheels. The view of his retreating back had been as satisfying as seeing him approach now. A thin smile crested your lips. Even under the light here, his eyes held a curious glimmer. The angle of his head changed and his welcoming smile shrank a little. 

He motioned, raising one dark brow. “Checking out or returning?” 

This voice, so distant for weeks–only through speakers and on oft played recordings–was now directly in front of you and speaking to you. Several of your fingers curled the counter edge, clinging.

“Um..” A moment later, you managed to slide the book across the counter with a small push. His eyes went to the cover. “..Checking out.” After an extended study of the book, he shot you a look, grinning more.

Whomever this guy was, his existence proved the concept of perfect facial symmetry wasn’t just a hyped theory. Just keep checking those boxes, sir. It all kept getting better–a perfect voice. Perfect face. Brains. You couldn’t dare to imagine what else he was hiding that was on your list of ‘things’. 

If any other students had queued up behind you, there was no chance you’d even notice. And who could blame you? Especially when he found your stare again. Your nails sank into the wood under the counter’s edge.

The man braced one elbow into the top and his lids dropped a little. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Me?” To think you’d drummed up scenarios with him asking this very question. It was fun to imagine him watching you too. From afar. Maybe not as sneaky, like you tried to be. But letting that possibility into your mind was almost enough to burn you up on the spot. 

You took a breath, working hard to separate yourself from spiraling over this routine conversation. He probably did it hundreds of times a week so this wasn’t a thing for him. You were sure, even if it was moving your entire world right now. 

Half turned away and waiting for a reply, his eyes narrowed on the monitor. He clicked around, then typed into a small pop up on the screen. Even the electric white glow complimented his features. But you almost couldn’t be surprised, even if your fevered, crush drunk mind might be exaggerating things. Without anyone around, it was okay to lean into the delulu a bit. 

After enjoying the view, you drew a bracing breath. It was time to get a grip. Focus. Get through this. Shape up, girl. You came here enough, this had to happen eventually. You went looking and found him. 

Now was not the time to mess things up. Wherever this ‘situation’ might end up. 

You fumbled, patting your coat and jeans pockets and your belly dropped. No familiar shape of your student ID in any pocket. The air thinned and you coughed, throat tightening. The sound earned his side eyes and crooked one corner of his mouth.

“Name?” He asked, much quieter. There was a purr in his tone that rode your nerves and struck right between your thighs. Just like when you listened to those recordings. The oddest kind of Pavlovian response, and what a time to have it. 

You were about as sturdy as a sand barrier under the rushing tide. What could come from full frontal exposure to something you’d been craving for weeks. It was enough of an ask that your legs not collapse. To hide a tremble, both hands dove in your pockets. Your shoulders started to rise.

“I don’t have my ID..” You had to sound nervous as hell. Not since first year speech class had you felt that heat at your collar, but it was here, now. Begging you to tug and vent the warmth bottle necking.  

“I don’t need that. ..Just a name is fine.” 

“Y/n.”  

“Y/n..” His fingers moved over keys. The screen changed, washing his face in more neon hues.

“..Miss L/n?”  

The man turned back, then opened the book. Inside the cover, he scanned the barcode, then stamped a due date. Next to it he wrote initials. 

There was your chance with his head bowed. No time like the present. Couldn’t be too obvious. It didn’t prove easy, especially when a few more lights turned off nearby and more darkness closed in. 

You leaned closer to ‘check’ the date, and noted the letter T. Much more than that was challenging in the upside down view. His handwriting wasn’t flawless but it was unique enough you couldn’t quite catch the second letter.

He wore no name tag–no student worker did. It wasn’t as if the night was long enough to stand here, squinting at lined paper and looking for an answer. Especially one solved by a direct question. 

“--Um…what’s your name?” 

Facing you again, he held out a receipt as he replied.  “Tae.” 

His muted shyness had you delighted. 

“Tae..hmm..”  You suddenly detected a note of lavender in the air. It had to be coming from Tae. 

“Don’t think I’ve heard that name before.” 

“Well, my name isn’t common.”

“..And your last name?” Not even rising nerves could stop you asking. 

Hormones that had been dining on your self control from the moment you sat down continued, unabated. Nature’s greatest inspiration and owed all the thanks for bringing you here–day after day. Keeping you camping in a library chair or at a table, nourishing a quiet obsession. Working towards an eventuality that finally arrived tonight.  

“No one usually asks me that.” Tae showed no offense or displeasure. If anything you read a pleasant surprise. The same couldn’t have been said about you if the same question had come from a stranger at a first meeting. 

“Hope it’s not rude?” You asked, just to clear the tiniest nagging doubt.  

“No.” Back was the shy smile that made your guts heavier. After a pause, he gazed at you, continuing. 

“My last name is Kim.” 

“I’ve heard that name around campus.” You admitted. Kim was a common enough last name. Was there a chance he’d know any of the other Kims walking around on this campus? None of the ones you’d seen bore a single passing resemblance to Tae. 

NO ONE could look like him. 

Tae smirked. “No relations, as far as I know.” 

“Yeah?” 

Tae nodded. “I’ve met a few of them–had some classes with one. Super smart guy. Probably the smartest I’ve ever met here.” As you watched, Tae picked at a few specks on his sweater. “I could use some of his intelligence, honestly.” He concluded. 

You winced at his subtle self depreciation. You were prone to the same thing, so it was easy to understand, but you still didn’t like or believe it when Tae said it. 

“That’s not light reading by any means.” You pointed to the nearby textbook you’d seen before Tae showed up. 

He glanced at it, then offered a shrug. “It’s required course reading. I DO like to read, though.” 

“Well…you’re working at the right place, then. Being a library employee does have perks.” 

He nodded with a laugh that made you smile too. One thing stood out this close: the shape of his natural smile. Was so much more than just handsome. How many other girls saw it? Especially with that grin spread on his face during small talk, or when he went about his day on campus. 

It wasn’t reasonable to assume you were the only one thinking about Tae, but that didn’t matter at this moment because he was talking to YOU. This indisputable fact had your head lighter.

“What is this book? I’ve never read it before..” As he asked, Tae pulled it closer and spun the book around. As he read the cover, one finger followed the words. But this digit was long and slender. You swallowed. 

“Just something silly–” 

“The Psychology of Human Sexuality.” He murmured, lifting one brow again. Fervently you prayed he didn’t open it randomly to ‘check things out’. Or even worse—discover the page you’d noted. And the post-it with your new favorite word written in flourishing letters. 

Heartbeat thundering, you let go over the counter and fussed with your pockets again. Your throat had gone from being tight and pulsing to dry and hoarse as you spoke. 

“Kind of recreational. Seemed interesting, compared to the usual required reading.” That was way more truth than anything else. No shame pressured you to lie. And anyway, you had a strong feeling Tae wasn’t the type to judge a choice. 

His expression turned placid. Tae seemed to be assessing something, then nodded and glanced at the clock nearby and took a step back from the counter. 

“I hope you enjoy it, then.” 

After he turned away, you watched as he gathered his things–a black hoodie. Book bag. Finally he turned back to the computer, clicking and typing again. Eventually the screen went dark and he straightened.

That was your sign. Get while the getting is good. Proper conversation always went best when the participants knew the right time to leave. 

“Thanks for checking this out to me” you murmured. It took a little bit before “It was nice meeting you..” followed.

“It’s my job..and I kinda like this whole checking out books thing.” Tae was back to being cutely shy and it really suited him. So did the cheeky smile that came with it,much to your delight. It was hard not to wonder how often he trotted this smile out with others.

For a few seconds Tae’s attention was on the exit. 

“Have a good rest of your night, Y/n.” He finally murmured. 

You preferred to keep your focus on him. Really nothing could tear it away at this point. There wasn’t much else in this plane of existence right now with Tae in front of you. A little over the top, but this was a literal dream come true.  

“Thanks.” You took a few backward steps, then turned and headed for the doors. His next move would remain a mystery.

Your steps quickened and you were at the doors in second, then ducking through. Outside, you inhaled cool night air as you waited until your racing heart slowed just enough. It was like you hadn’t felt. Hadn’t realized. Just like so many other things in the orbit of Taehyung Kim.     

The doors clicked as your foot left the last step. At that sound weight slid away. 

‘Have a good rest of your night..’ Tae’s parting words weren’t much, but they left you floating.

The misty air of the evening was erased by a flush of desire as you hurried across the quad. In the distance the shape of your dorm became visible as you closed the distance, darting around planters and benches. It was so empty and quiet, but every step his words repeated again and again. So did the bolts of arousal, stabbing through your core.

You didn’t have the sense or nerve to say it then, but you thought it now. I will,Tae. All thanks to you. 

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It wasn’t a far off assumption that the plan of your night would follow routine: you, belly down, on your bed and leafing through the pages of a magazine. 

But that was before tonight, when fate saw fit to change things. Like in the library. Revelation was the knock on your door. Not exactly unusual, but you didn’t have many visitors, unlike other students here. And that was how you preferred it. 

Routine flow stopped as you looked up, waiting for a beat. 

This was a fairly large building on campus. It wasn’t odd to get someone knocking now and then, having come to the wrong floor in search of a friend. It was a weekly occurrence, and not one you were hard pressed to resolve right now. You could wait more. Maybe even long enough, whoever it was would go away.

The knocking at this hour was odd. Usually the ‘wrong room’ faux pas happen during daylight hours, or twilight at worst, but that detail was minor. No need to split hairs about it.   

A double thump against the door, this one firmer, with a clear intention. Whomever this was, wrong or right, they probably would do another knock. And maybe even another. Soon it would draw attention. For how quiet it had to be in the hall outside, sound could carry MUCH further without the rabble of daily dorm life as a buffer.

Standing with a huff, you tugged on the first oversized sweatshirt within reach and headed for the door. Standing close to the dull painted wood, you aligned one eye to the peephole and squinted through the fisheye lens. 

Not as much was clear, save for a mop of vaguely golden-brown hair and the barest outline of a long coat with broad shoulders. Distortion stretched the figure, adding height. Or it might be the panic in action—that never failed to warp your senses. 

After you unlocked the door, you peeked into the open space. The tip of your nose preceded you, catching the musky hallway air.

“Who—” 

Quickly you stopped as a pair of eyes met yours under a tangle of bangs. No confusion. No wrong room goofiness. No mistake to excuse this. Those were the very same eyes that gazed across the checkout desk. 

Him.

Taehyung Kim. Smiling warmly enough to dispel the chill rising. 

“Hi.” He held up a book, the cover facing out, then waved it. “Forget something?” 

Your eyes went there, the hand on the door knob tightening as weakness crept up your legs. THAT was the nagging feeling. What you’d been trying to remember since coming through the door a while ago. 

Whether you wanted to faint or hoped the ground would open up and pull you to the center of the earth, it was all the same. In seconds sweat dappled your spine. Your face got hotter as you met his question with a shrinking smile after sneaking another unnecessary peek at the cover.

That was your book in his hand, bobbing back and forth. Oh my god. You didn’t remember giving your address. Whatever rule he might have broken, he had access to the student system to get what he needed. That meant he’d made the conscious effort, then went further, coming across campus to find you.

At this late hour. After work. On a school night.  

“Geez.” After you opened the door a bit more, Tae passed the book, then rested his empty hand on the door frame. He wasn’t imposing or inserting himself over the threshold. You could close the door, safe in the gut feeling that he wouldn’t stop you. 

It was the next logical step with delivery complete, if that was his true purpose. And why wouldn’t it be? Tae wore such a relaxed grin and his lids sat lower. It was subtle, but there in the depths of his eyes: a flirt. Sweet and delightful, but charismatic too. A change from when he’d scanned your book at the checkout desk.

DO SOMETHING. The urgency roared through your mind. Soon thought became action when you raised the book and waved it like he'd done.

“Thanks.” Your lips vaguely shook, even curved in a smile. If Tae could tell, there was no sign in his generally neutral expression, after his smile melted away.

He squinted through the open door, past your form and without a trace of shyness. Tae wasn’t rushing the moment as he eyed the interior. There wasn’t much to see from where he stood. None of the dorm rooms were spacious enough to give everything away at the door. Your single bedside table lamp and string lights along the bookshelf didn’t bring further clarity. They barely provided ambiance. 

“It’s kind of a pigsty at the moment.” You freely confessed. Suddenly you were sure this was too much stuff in too little a space, even if it hadn’t bothered you until this moment. Tae made you aware–of your body now, and everything else around you. Nothing like your complete obliviousness in the library. 

Tae’s form lounged into the frame, filling the space nicely, testing your self control all too quickly. It wasn’t like he’d grown a few inches on the walk over, but he had more on you than first gleaned in the library.

 “Hard to tell.” Tae’s brow rose, then he chuckled. You didn’t feel like laughing. Couldn’t, with your chest growing tight. 

“Was there something else?” You managed. The book seemed heavier after you asked. Staying mute, Tae studied you this time before he stood upright again.

“Are you busy? I wouldn’t mind seeing inside here more. You say it’s a mess—that’s a relative term. I’ve had roommates that lived in a hoarder’s dream. I doubt your room is in that kind of shape.” 

Rapidly your heartbeat climbed.

“S..sure.” 

You stepped back, opening the door further. Tae came through. Maybe this was one of those REALLY vivid dreams. Feeling so real you’d swear on everything you were awake. The thing you wanted so much–him here, in your dorm room alone–was happening this very second. Apparently all the prayers you’d sent up finally paid off tonight. 

Still, you squeaked in surprise as Tae rolled his shoulders and the coat slid to his forearms. Stripping himself of his outerwear proved his stature wasn’t all fashion illusion. Even in his remaining shirt and jeans, he looked impressively broad. 

You turned back from locking the door to see Tae draping the coat over one forearm, then he began to scan.  

“Where should I put this?” 

You took the jacket and hung it on a nearby hook–the only one empty among the row of several already overburdened ones. 

“This is fine..” You replied.

As you moved further into the room, Tae’s steps trailed. As you paused in the middle, between the bed and a small closet directly across from it, he stopped just at your right side. Silence that went on for a handful of seconds while you surveyed the space.

“Not as small as I expected for a single room.” Tae hummed in conclusion. Either he was being polite or optimistic, you couldn’t decide, but you had to appreciated it either way. 

“I guess. I can’t complain. Makes it a lot easier without a roommate. Somehow those double rooms manage to feel smaller.” 

“Yeah?” Tae stepped away, strolling to the foot of the bed. You went to the left side, attention anywhere but him. 

Eventually you gazed out the window and followed the slow procession of a couple, meandering down the sidewalk below. You wouldn’t mind holding hands with Tae the way you saw those strangers entwining fingers, arms swinging lightly. Probably chatting quietly with each synchronized footstep. 

On another day or in another time you might have had the balls to go for that, but right now was WAY too soon, even if you’d touched him more in your fantasies. Without any kind of hesitation. The idealized version of you lived under no phantom weight of insecurity or awkwardness. 

“Mind if I sit here?” Tae motioned towards the bed. You nodded and he sank down, both hands limply resting on his thighs. Here you could really stew in the fact that his attention wasn’t diminishing in how good it made you feel. It was like he was returning the favor. Squaring things up evenly for all the attention you’d paid to him for so long. 

Did Tae have the same twisting inside, holding your stare? It would be something else to sink so much time gazing into those eyes as you’d spent reading books. Even the one you’d forgotten tonight, that he’d kindly delivered. With the book, there was hope he’d indulge you in a different kind of education.

Settled enough, Tae continued. “The book. Why that one?” 

At his reminder, you looked down at the book lightly trembling in your grasp. Instinctively you opened it to the post-it tagged page and the word, notated in bright blue ink. 

“Just…curious.” You were telling some measure of truth. It was one of many reasons, but you chose to keep Tae ignorant enough beyond that for as long as you could. Some would call it risk minimization. Or self preservation. 

“Yeah?” He braced one palm into the bed and the other hand he held out. It was quickly obvious that he wanted to see the book again. Without comment you passed it back. Not bothering to close it. Maybe Tae had opened this thing and already saw the post-it on his walk over. 

“I’m guessing you don’t make it a habit to forget books you check out..” He skimmed one page, then turned a few before stopping to read a little.

Finally he reached the post-it page. You prayed and hoped he didn’t know the word, as much of a longshot as that might be. A snowball in hell had better chances.  

As demonstrated earlier, Tae’s expression revealed no understanding or ignorance as he finally looked up.

“...---you usually post-it note the pages, or is that reserved for textbooks you buy?”

You brushed a strand of hair away from one temple. Not your best effort to be casual, even with a tepid shrug. It was more a nervous kick back than a graceful toss of the head that sent your hair back. 

“Not that it’s important, really. …Is that a death worthy offense?” 

“No..” Tae glanced over the page. Who knew exactly what he was reading in the blocks of text on both pages. “--Highlighting the pages, that’s the real disrespect.”

You’d never considered doing that to a book you owned and it was a cardinal sin in the world of library patronage. He went back to studying the page briefly, then carefully closed the book and laid it on the bed, within reach.  

“Y/n.” 

A deliberate pause after your name left his lips. Like he was waiting and it worked. 

You fidgeted with your sleeve. “Yes?” 

“Come sit with me? I want to talk a little.” 

“Yeah?” About what, you couldn’t imagine, but there was hope deep underneath the shock fissuring your sanity. 

He patted the neatly done bedspread and you shuffled closer, then lowered. This was your space and property, so why did you feel so immobilized? Tae’s instructions seemed to be some blessing. Some..permission you needed. You boggled.

“There..” As the bed sank subtly under your backside, Tae’s hand returned to his thigh and rested. 

His tongue glided over both lips. Quick, but effective enough to make your thighs flex. Your hands, previously limp on your lap, went to your thighs, condensing into fists.

“That word.” He began. His pointer finger followed the neatly done embroidered pattern running the bedspread as it meandered closer. “..Does it mean something to you?”

“No. I was just curious about it.” The lying was harder than ever. Downplaying wasn’t your strong suit either. 

“Hmmm.” He was quiet again.

“Have you ever heard of it?” You probed. It would send you into orbit to think Tae could know. That he understood the concept of kinks and had any. To find out he followed any newly found ones to a natural conclusion where they became part of his collection.

It was a lesson in fuck around and find out when Tae nodded. 

“Yes.” 

“Oh.” Nails sank into your palm.Blood rushed to your temples from between your legs. Of course. As if it had always made sense–he wasn’t afraid to read. A job at a library usually didn’t suit a student without the tolerance or interest to learn. That always led to discovery and contemplation. A Yes was the more than likely result, but hearing it from Tae was something truly special. 

“What do you think of it?” 

“The word?” Your brows pinched in confusion.

“The meaning.” Tae clarified with a warm grin. “Is that something you’re interested in?” 

God what is happening right now? This moment was falling right into your lap. This whole NIGHT was like a missing puzzle piece in your life. Even with all those dreams and fantasies, you weren’t quite prepared for this night. This reality. But there wasn’t a way back, only going forward with the natural flow you felt pulling at your entire body and soul. And it was taking your right to Tae. 

“Apparently..” 

He seemed keen to suss out why. You didn’t blame him, having put a giant arrow right there essentially. In that book for him to see. He probably could tell you were the type who didn’t give time to things you weren’t truly interested in.  

“Oh?” Tae leaned closer and the bed dipped more. “You get turned on by sound?” 

You couldn’t look, turn away, or barely breathe. The pressure condensing inside your pelvis was pulling everything to it with the intensity of a blackhole.

“Basically.” Your eyes were barely open as Tae’s nose brushed your cheek. His breath warmed the trail of his touch. 

“Is there a particular sound that does it for you?” 

“Yes.” Time to lean into the experience. Just abandon all pretense of concern that he’d judge. Nothing about his questions right now were needling or picking your apart in any way.

Tae’s lips quirked. “Tell me. I’m curious.” 

He’d be waiting a while since you suddenly couldn’t admit it, even for all the times you’d dreamed of his very encouraging, handsy reaction to that detail. Your lips refused to respond but your thighs were a different story, clamping with a vice-like grip, then moved against each other when your hips shifted.

Tae’s stare bounced down, then came back up, both brows higher. He followed one corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue. 

“Is it a sound someone makes?” 

Still, you couldn’t force out a response, but it was clear Tae already knew. He’d found the trail and doggedly followed the clues woven through your reactions. 

He inclined his head, lips pausing within a hair’s breadth of your own. “Is it a voice? Is it…my voice?” 

Tae had to be playing with you, or be devilishly smart. It was hard to know which. Clearly he could read people, as many as he encountered working on campus and attending classes. It couldn’t be clearer. Whatever his major, Tae’s observation skills were top tier. Skills like that, he could have been truly evil, but there was nothing in his energy that gave a sniff of evil. 

“Uh huh..” You weakly managed. “I..can’t help it.” 

“...And that’s why I’ve seen you at the library so much?” 

“You…s..saw me there?” 

Tae huffed. You hardly knew what to say to begin explaining—not that it would help. The jig was up. It was reasonable to prepare for the reality that he’d call you delusional or creepy before he got up and left. And he’d be well within your right. At the very least, you’d be lucky not to have a stalking complaint lodged with student affairs.

Compared to Tae looking up your dorm number during work hours with college equipment, your weeks of casing his job routine, just to indulge what had become an obsessive kink, seemed more legally perilous. 

You held a breath, eyes screwed shut while Tae went on. 

“Of course. I watched every time you came in. At first I thought it was the same old thing. Assignments or cram sessions. But..eventually, I realized it was something else–the way you reacted to the announcements. Only mine. It wasn’t hard to figure out it was my voice.. That you like it.” 

It was fruitless to pretend or do damage control. 

The world slid a little when you nodded, listing right towards Tae’s warm body. And making contact. Instead of pushing you away, the heat of his longing sigh rolled across your chin . 

“What should I say?” 

Tae, offering his voice up for use right now, allowing you a custom experience. Something levels above the usual fantasy. The chance to trade figments in the mind for flesh and blood, at YOUR command? Seemed almost too much to accept how this whole night was just getting better and better. 

“Say?” You gulped. “You don’t think it’s..creepy?”

“Y/n, if I thought that, do you think I’d be here?” 

“Maybe not–” 

“No. I wouldn’t be. I am right now. So…let’s explore this..thing you have for me.You DO find me attractive, don’t you? Or is it just my voice?” There was a tickling playfulness in his tone. You shuddered softly and Tae’s eyes wandered to your chest. It wasn’t much to see with this big sweatshirt on. 

Which suddenly felt too hot. Your skin was going damp underneath as you inhaled, chest heaving. 

“I do.” Your groaning reply brought a boxy smile out on Tae’s face. 

“So..” His voice dipped to that velvety deep rumble that your mind ran wild with during ‘self love’ sessions. Involuntarily your belly tightened. “Use it. Use me, Y/n. What can I do for you?” 

“God..” You whined, helpless as your head dropped back,  right into Tae’s palm. Like he’d anticipated, ready to guide you flat out on the bed. As you sprawled out, Tae leaned over, gazing into your eyes as they opened finally. 

Running his thumb over your lower lip, Tae took a bite of his own. 

“Don’t be shy. You’ve had at least a whole week’s indulgence. I’m flattered.” His voice dipped to nearly a purr, adding “...Now I want to see this little kink in action.” 

His thumb prodded the warm, plump skin of your lips in exploration. A minute later, moving south to draw an invisible line between your breasts. At the waist of your sleep shorts he stopped, tickling the elastic waistband sitting below your abdomen.

Your hips undulated up, then your ass met the bed. Far and away, no fantasy had prepared you for this moment. No matter HOW often you’d clearly walked this kind of scene through.

Tae’s lids lowered further. “Or I can just talk to you, if you want, Y/n.” This option proved much more tempting. “Since I know you love my voice.” 

You couldn’t scrape together words of reply, only nodding. A quiet laugh spilled over your neck when Tae leaned in and brushed his lips along your earlobe. Every exhale feathering your skin sent found ways to more than a few erogenous zones on your body–some you didn’t know until this very moment. 

“P..please.” You finally whispered. Thank goodness Tae asked because this wasn’t something you’d ever be able to ask for out loud. You had enough to deal with right now, finding he was as you’d dreamed, and more than that only hours ago. 

You needed that push, and he didn’t hesitate. Tae already had the reins as someone bolder than you, freeing intimate moments you’d tucked deep into your brain. The kind that only saw the light of day behind a safely locked dorm room door. 

More fingers slid down your arm, to the sweatshirt sleeve, then circled your wrist and lifted that hand, bringing it to your belly. He laid that hand palm down, just above your mound, then dragged the back of a few nails along each knuckle. Slow. Deliberate. Unbelievably delicate. 

“I want to see what you’ll do. What my voice inspires. You can give me that much, right?” 

Another nod, then your head met the cool sheets, your senses drowning in a blending scents: detergent and the cloying sweet of Tae’s skin. Somehow, someway, he was already inside you, in some way–beyond your mind. You drew him deeper with a full breath.

When one leg drew up and the knee bent, Tae shifted around it, his thigh bracing your shin. Tae’s lips parted and breath shuddered through the space as he slid fingers under the waist of the shorts and brought them down an inch, then did it again. As he pushed the shorts down over your knees, heat rolled off bare skin. on escape made your skin prickle.

He wasn’t even properly touching you and every nerve was already blown wide open, ready to send every single sensation right to your head.  

“There..” He murmured with another smile. His hand laid across your belly, then he curled the fingers curled under the sweatshirt hem and pushed it up just under your breasts.

Tae wasn’t hiding the curiosity in his eyes–he WANTED to see. If he read well enough, your body was talking too as your torso shifted and writhed. Need was crawling up from your thighs like a thousand snakes under your skin. 

“What is it you think about, Y/n? You think about me kissing you? I like kissing. Especially lips like yours.” He made that act of pondering such a sultry thing. Normally you found it harmless and clinical.

Feeling suddenly heavy, your eyes rolled back. That was fine too, since it was much easier that way. You’d already dined well on sight alone and Tae's face floated readily in the blackness. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You let a finger slip down, plunging through the slick folds at the apex of both thighs. 

A bare forearm slid against your sleeve. “How often do you come home and do this---touch yourself while thinking about me?” 

Tae’s fingers slipped over top of yours and cupped the back of your hand.  Like you, his finger went to the second knuckle and for a moment you both stilled. Just you and Tae, trading squeaks and gasps. You rippled around the fingers as the temperature between your breasts climbed. 

“You’re so wet. God.. Was this all from hearing me? Go deeper, Y/n. Show me what you wanted and how to open you up..” 

The second leg retracted, then you rolled a bit more towards the silky plane of his palm. With you, his finger plunged deeper, then a pressure circle your folds clinging around him. He was flexing and bending a second finger so perfectly. How dexterous and flexible he’d need to be to do it. 

A fist tightened and you pushed firm into the mattress.  

For all the changes inside you right now, there was no hurry, on Tae’s part. Like the late hour or his location on campus didn’t matter. Especially when his body elongated next to you, pressure aligning your side.

This twin mattress was normally miserable for just you. Now it seemed just right. He made a limited space feel so open and unending. But even more: he was making your insides feel smaller. Tighter. Wetter. 

I’m not weak. I’m taking this chance. He said he wanted me to show him. You wanted to open up so much more and give him an idea of what you experienced calling him to mind, over and over. 

“I haven’t really used my fingers much, if I’m honest.” Tae grinned into your shoulder, then nibbled. Kissed and sucked the skin, lips popping.

You shook from breasts to thighs and they widened. No shame, unconcerned. Nothing but pleasure spilled through you as more of his finger moved inside. Stretching like this was a cake walk with so much slippery fluid all over. And it was all you. 

A spastic clench washed through when Tae kissed your neck then moved to your ear. His teeth sunk against your earlobe. “You’re so tight. ..Virgin? …Or is it me? Keep going… Move your finger. Play for me.” 

It was how heavy those last 3 words felt that snapped your thighs together. Trapped your entwined fingers. Tae was silent  when pulled away, then burrowed into your neck. 

Finally his finger matched your depth, then moved backwards and cycled forward again. 

“Like this? That’s it…don’t stop..” Tae teased through gritted teeth. You knew that breathing, having done it so much deep in the throes of masturbating. Like he knew just how to echo what you hungry mind wanted most: the combined sounds of fucking. Fucking with you. You, fucking Tae. The pace of breathing came naturally as you melted into a groove.

Whether it was the fingering or the sexy thoughts, the pace built. His finger wiggled and he pumped it steadily, building a web of glistening ropes between more fingers. A few strokes later and he started to prod inside you. 

The currents of pleasure rode your spine, bringing your breasts up. Tae laid his chest against your as bowed back. It was just right to pin you in place. His hand cupped yours so tenderly, but with that hint of a squeeze. Like he owned your hand. Ready to use it in conjunction with his own to do whatever he wanted. And whatever THAT was, you’d do. 

What crime was it to want to go along with this? 

“Where..is it—” He crooned. Pressure swept along your front wall and your whole body convulse. A shimmer flooded through you. Tae chuckled. Pressure crossed the same spot, going the other way. 

“There.. That’s perfect. You feel that too? Let’s have some fun with this together. It’ll be even better next time.” You barely heard anything when Tae massaged harder into that spot. You gasped through the heat and slick that was rushing to your pussy. 

Your whole body went stiff. So many signals in your brain wound together, snapping and rejoining haphazardly. The sweatshirt tightened across your chest, grazing your perking nipples. Tae grunted as he rutted against your hip. There was no mistaking how hard that cock was as it pressed tight and gyrated. 

He felt long. And Tae had a nice width. His cock would easily hit right where he was massaging and even deeper. You were human. Healthy and full of hormones, all rushing you towards the pinnacle of wants: his cock, stabbing into you. Stroking deep. Stamping that spot, relentlessly. Hard enough to drive right through your high. A train roaring into the dark of a tunnel on a race to the other side. 

And it sent you over the edge. The orgasm was massive and much needed. So much had stored up from thinking this long about Tae. Storing so much unquenched thirst and desire in the limited space was breaking every shy speck inside you. In a blink you snapped. Floodgates inside flung wide with your guttural moan. The first contraction was so hard the faintest trickle ran out around the fingers. 

“Fuck…Jesus baby.. You’re running down the back of my fucking hand..” Tae didn’t stop, working you through with more thrusting, as flow diminished but contractions increased. He flexed his finger beyond your reach, to the last knuckle, far beyond where you’d started. 

Tae tugged a few times and it wasn’t gentle, but there was no pain. Only thrumming, horny shock. Only warmth to the fingertips as your womb churned towards another high. Just at the end of cumming a second time, you noticed the damp warmth under your ass. No guessing what it was or who’d done it. 

Coming back to your senses finally, Tae’s face came into view. It didn’t matter how long he’d been over you like this, a dozy smile on full display with cheeks a little more red. But of course he looked good. 

There were bigger concerns in life but you were floating too far from them to recall a single one. Really there wasn’t much you’d really mind right now. 

Around you the room took shape again. The shadows darkened spots beyond where the limited lighting reached. Familiarity sharpened too. Here you were, back on earth. In your twin bed. 2nd floor, room 215. 

His fingers still deep inside,Tae’s nose grazed your cheek. His mouth sank against the roundest part just below your eye. He pinched skin in a faint kiss, then he spoke, lips still flush to your skin. 

“You could find out...” You giggled, the sound creaking as your throat and neck flexed. Maybe you really were levitating. Maybe not. It would be well deserved from Tae. A huge payout for taking quite a gamble.  

“You’re still pulsing..” He observed, making you do it again just by mention, and all too quickly. Apparently tonight you didn’t require down time, which was a nice change. 

“Could I? Are you the type to fuck on first dates?” ANYONE else had said that,and they’d find a red, stinging cheek or a pair of aching balls. But Tae was setting you free, instead of shutting you down. 

“Would that be bad?” You didn’t think of yourself as the type, but you didn’t imagine you’d do what you’d done for weeks over man’s voice. More than just his voice. Everything about him is on my list. He IS the list. 

On the heels of a flirty smile, Tae’s lips thinned. “Not at all, but that will mean we need to go on a date first.” 

“...Minor detail. I didn’t know if you were single.” …In spite of everything else you’d suddenly learned, or gathered previously. 

“..You don’t date?” 

“It just hasn’t been a thing.” Tae’s finger was out now. He grasped your wrist and brought your finger to his lips. Without a blink, he sucked it deep between his lips, then swallowed. Tae was beyond both sexy and hot as he licked that finger clean after. Like it wasn’t enough or he just wanted every last molecule of flavor. Every trace of your taste.  

That was disappointment waiting in the wings. That was reality. All you wanted was to avoid it for just a bit longer. Stay cocooned in strong, firm warmth, like you found with Tae shifting closer. More contact points between you and him. 

Tae’s track record was stellar. First meeting, this man had fulfilled so much of the fantasy, with fuel to spare. Being so skilled with his fingers and voice, you didn’t want to think about what it would do when his cock was buried deep inside you. 

His stare hinted he might have been pondering the same thing, but he offered a coy gaze. You were quickly to terms with how hot the room had really been, even exposed so much. You groped for the sweatshirt finding the material felt heavier, smothering your previously content shape. The garment was bulky for your taste. It needed to be gone, soon.

“I never said a thing about my dating life, but I’m available. Can you say the same, Y/n?” Neither his lips nor his brows changed shape. Tae was serious. In keeping with the trend, he looked hot like that too. 

It wasn’t like you’d been saving yourself for anyone. Only in the last few weeks you realized: the waiting had been for Tae, albeit unknown. His mystery held you captive. Thinking you knew someone you didn’t know, beyond what you could grasp onto: the way he sounded. There was no way Tae wouldn’t match his looks with the quality of his voice. Finding out tonight brought you full circle to a realization that you WERE available,because you’d been saving yourself for him. 

You grinned. “Yes. Available is a good way to describe it. I guess you could say we can temporarily check each other out—like a library book.” 

A fling with Tae was most likely temporary and you were prepared to accept that. If it turned to something with more permeance, you’d be pleasantly surprised. With clarity came sense and reason. Beyond that there wasn’t energy for concern. 

Tae took a moment to process your attempt at humor, then let out an easy chuckle. “It sounds like a match to me.” He straightened to tug the sweatshirt higher as your arms went up. It was pure relief with the shirt peeled away from your body. Tae managed to land the garment over the back of your computer chair. 

Good eye. Good calculation skills. What else is he waiting to flaunt? 

You took turns extending each leg for Tae to bring them to your ankles. He flung it away with less than a glance back, then he stood, taking your stare with him. 

“Are you..going?” You laid back into your elbows. The effort was Herculean, holding the pose as you tried to keep panic and concern off your face. Tae could go.

He hadn’t exactly stated his plan was anything more than returning your forgotten book.

“Do you want me to? Hadn’t planned it. Do you have a curfew?” 

“No..” You quickly replied.Tae hesitated, then a brow lifted. A few seconds passed, then he began pulling his shirt off too, less gentle and more efficient, dropping it right off the side of the bed he was closer to. His hand returned to find your hip and rest there. Just this touch, this light pressure from the pads of his fingers, you were aching through your core.

Tae made himself comfortable, scooting himself closer into the new space you made by shifting away from him. He pushed the book up towards your pillows, then arranged his body out beside you even, stretched more comfortably. 

“Good. Neither do I.” He whispered. 

“I want you to stay.” You stared at the base of his throat and lines of muscle running up from there. He was all long, graceful parts.

His eyes narrowed as he produced another warm smile that was hell of a lot like the one you’d first seen at the library desk, sans the internal conflict and panic. 

“I wouldn’t object at all.” To say the least.

If fate saw fit to bring Tae to you, let your admittance and bravery not get him taken away. You shouldn’t get hooked on him. One moment…one experience at a time. 

“I think that’s doable, for a little bit longer. We can read a little more from your book. Heard it’s a spicy read.” 

“Oh?” Your eyes found a corner of the book cover peeking out from under the pale corner of a pillow at the headboard. 

“..You…read it before?” Something passed through his eyes but Tae did his best to shrug his upward facing shoulder, reclined on his side facing you. 

“Skimmed it.” 

“Yeah? Cool.” You exhaled and hoping it didn't sound as much like a moan to Tae as it did to you. More time was needed to reveal how truthful he was. How accurate his statement was, based on what he’d presented. Although you didn't judge someone for their reading preferences, you wouldn’t have guessed Tae had skimmed beyond the inside cover, where he'd stamped the due date.  

Tae traced your chin and walked fingertips across your lips again until he was leaning across the space to cup your cheek. 

“I think I should read it to you. Since you react so well to my voice. What do you think?” 

Feeling far too spun out and pleasure drunk, you nodded. When one gets an offer like this, one shouldn’t pass up. His idea deserved your wholehearted support, since it was entirely and generously tailored for you.

“Sounds good.” If Tae wanted, he could read you the phone book and it’d get the job done. 

This whole ‘aural’ fetish was a thing you were grateful for, even more because you knew now: Tae was into it too. Even if it was from the other side. Perhaps there were sounds YOU could make that would have such a hold over him.

Laying back into the bed, the cool sheets worked to dull the lingering heat from your skin. Tonight you didn’t have to stare at the ceiling and imagine his face. Instead, your eyes went to Tae next to you, fully drinking in his face and energy. Enough to carry you whenever he’d leave–tonight or tomorrow. 

Not like you’d never see him again. You knew that more than you knew anything else. 

Tae relaxed onto his back and trained a glossy pair of eyes on your shape, eyes running your body shape against the dim light behind you. He finally spoke again. 

“Grab the book. Pick a chapter and let me hear you. We’ve got a lot of exploration to do.”  

Ugh this was so good! Can't wait for the next chapter!!!

Pinch of Sugar | One | kth (m)

Summary: As a powerful CEO - Kim Taehyung cannot afford any mistakes to his image. He has taken to the employment of sugar babies - women paid to keep quiet about how he lives his life and to positively influence his public image. But when a contract goes sour and his last sugar baby exposes Taehyung, he needs someone softer to sweeten up his image. And you are just the pinch of sugar he needs.

♦ Pairing: sugardaddy!Taehyung x sugarbaby!Reader

♦ Genre: sex worker, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

♦ Word Count: 12,472

♦ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

♦ Word Count: Explicit language, reference to sex work and paid relationships, mention of Taehyung experiencing hate and homophobia (he is a bi-sexual king) in the media, anxiety about paying bills, a little bit of ranting about economic stability and socio-economics, a little bit of insecurity about power dynamics from a monetary point of view at the end, mentions of toxic relationship with Taehyung last sugar baby - sorry, there's no sugar in this one :)

♦ Type: Series

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who voted in my Reader’s Choice poll to see which fic you guys wanted to read in July! Pinch of Sugar won the final voting by three votes! I have no idea how I managed to get this chapter out by my ridiculous deadline, but here is the first chapter! This is 100% unedited. I will edit later but my eyes, back and hands hurt because to be honest with you, I pretty much just wrote about 7k straight this afternoon. Please note that the second chapter probably will not come out for another two weeks or more - I have got to try and finish another WIP and should not have even started this, but I needed a change of pace. Also - I totally derailed in this chapter. Taehyung was supposed to be a lot more arrogant and cool but I made him soft for reader write out the gate like a fucking simp.

Kim Taehyung does not like inconveniences. He taps his nail on the table of the teakwood desk. For a moment, he stops to examine his nails. The cuticles are slightly overgrown, nails longer than they should be. He makes a mental note to ask Jimin to make an appointment for him to get a manicure. Perhaps an entire spa day.

He’s certainly stressed enough to spend an entire day somewhere in a tropical paradise while he soaks in a seaweed wrap.

The thought is pointless. Taehyung can hardly relax for an hour, much less an entire day. The thought is a funny little dream he has for himself. Something like a private joke that when he’s sitting in his office at 11 pm while all of his friends are out celebrating another promotion, or a birthday, or someone getting engaged, he can think Ah, should have taken that spa day.

The stress, however, isn’t from work today. It’s from the fucking thorn that has been growing in his side since the one thing Taehyung did indulge in to relax, got it in her head that they were an official couple.

He had addressed that immediately. Not only is it always in the contract, but it is something that Taehyung makes a topic of conversation any time his lovers got too comfortable. He is not there to date them, they are not there to change him.

Convenience.

Taehyung, above all else, admires easy. Not because he had it easy his entire life, or because he is lazy. It’s the opposite: Taehyung is constantly busy with work on the day-to-day, running an empire as a well-oiled machine and expanding technologies under Kim Tech while constantly jockeying with his father’s various demands.

He isn’t just a CEO of his father’s company. He is a lead thinker, a brain that brings an insane amount of progress, function and ideas to the table. Taehyung must split himself between being a designer and a dreamer for their tech and being the CEO, the decision maker, the person who signs on the dotted lines.

So convenience is important – no – convenience is imperative outside of his life from work. He must move around the demands of his father and his job, and he needs efficiency. Like the artificial intelligence that he creates.

Machines are so much easier. Their idiosyncrasies make sense to him. If there’s a bug, he can go into the programming and work it out. Coding and running diagnostics and numbers are so much easier than people. Than feelings. Than people who want more of his time, who want more of him, who want more of an emotional investment that he doesn’t have time for.

First, Taehyung had tried casual dating. There were plenty of men and women looking to get their rocks off on dating apps. He was always in social settings for work: events, happy hours, galas, ribbon cutting ceremonies, charities, birthdays, anniversaries.

There was no shortage of hookups in the world.

But without boundaries and clear definitions of where things ended and began, it began to get messy. People called and texted him when they knew they weren’t supposed to, showing one hookup favoritism because they were closer to his villa or because he liked the way one sucked dick better than the other became an issue.

Inconvenient.

Which is why Taehyung sought to invest in the world of people he paid for their time. But it was more complicated than that. Taehyung was an extremely successful businessman and his father’s company that he built from the ground up had a reputation. An important name in the world.

Discretion was Taehyung second item on the list, right after convenience. So he had asked around a few of his business friends: how do you go about paying someone to be discreet? What is ethical? How soundproof is this? What are the limitations?

He was given a company: Eden.

Where angels fall, Taehyung thought the first time he entered the building to meet with the founder and CEO, Kim Seokjin. He still rather liked Seokjin, despite Taehyung’s most recent contract with a veteran employee going the worst way it could.

There are still unopened text messages from Taehyung’s father. It had been almost three months, but Taehyung didn’t have the stomach to look at them. There is no point, when Kim Jaesung can tell them directly to his son’s face.

Running a hand over his face, Taehyung feels the tension twisting in his shoulders. It creeps up his neck, making it stiff and aching to turn. A spa day would be nice, but he cannot afford the time off, not when he’s close to launching an entire new artificial intelligent assistant to rival the creation of KAIA.

Kim Artificial Intelligence Assistant.

KAIA had been his father’s child – his real child, if Taehyung’s childhood had any say. It had changed the way the world integrated technology into everyday life. Siri vanished from phones. Alexa was no longer a household name. Google could not compete with the reactive thinking and cognitive ability of KAIA.

The many iterations of KAIA were each better than the last, and now KAIA was almost sentient. At least, it felt like that at times when Taehyung cracked a joke to himself and the robotic voice humored him. Taehyung had worked on KAIA’s personality coding himself, a series of complex learning behaviors and statistical numbers that would make her grow with the user.

Now, he’s working on a smaller integration and one that is more cost-effective and most importantly: affordable.

Taehyung was still fighting the battle of the pricing for whole sale and commercial sale, as well as in general, what the value of MAIA was. MAIA – Mini Artificial Intelligence Assistance – was a smaller version of her big sister KAIA and was meant to be accessible by the lower income division and used in charity integrations among school districts and various government-funded programs.

We already do charity, the board – including his father – had told him. Taehyung didn’t care. Enough people on the board of governors and investment team thought that it gave them a good look – to hell with actually helping people – the PR would be great.

But the god damn price. It’s something that Taehyung takes a stance on every day because affordable to the one percent is not affordable to the mass population, and definitely not affordable for those in lower income cities and neighborhoods.

Inconvenient. Much of his work is inconvenient, and now Taehyung has gone three months without getting fucking laid because Amaya became inconvenient and outed herself as a paid employee of Kim Taehyung that he uses for sex.

A sugar baby. A sex worker. A prostitute. An escort.

Amaya had been called all kind of names, but she had not cared. She had preyed on Taehyung’s tolerance of her breaking rules and contract and he is still paying for it.

Taehyung’s cellphone goes off on his desk. He frowns when he sees his house keeper calling. In all the years Merallta has worked for him, he can think of maybe two times that she has called him. One time was because Miss Ysabel has broken into Taehyung’s office and the other was because his step mother had let herself into his home – something she never did.

So Taehyung picks up the phone, a crease already in his brow and his tone hushed and concerned. “Hi, Merallta.”

“Mr. Kim, there is something wrong with Yeontan. I think he had an allergic reaction. I’m taking him to-“

“I’ll meet you there.” He stands swiftly. “Text me the address.”

Because if there is anything in Taehyung’s life that he will tolerate being inconvenient, it is that damn dog he bought on a whim and that he loves more than anything else on the planet. Even work.

Taehyung grab’s his coat and storms out the door, asking KAIA to bring the car around as he does.

-

Your eye has been twitching for two weeks. You feel it as you push the rolling chair backward, reaching to shove a manila file back into its proper place. You glance at the clock and try not to yawn. The night shift at Midway Veterinary isn’t bad – it’s usually the emergencies that happen in the middle of the night, but few are ever really life threatening.

It’s traditionally the same: my dog ate a toy, my dog has a really bad rash, my dog ate a roach trap, my cat started vomiting all over the couch.

Pet emergencies at night always feel more powerful, like they are more dangerous than those during the day. It is something about the threat of not getting to the animal hospital in time or being worried everything is closed that got to people.

That’s where you come in. Keeping a calm voice on the phone when pet owners dialed at midnight to tell you that they dropped their hamster was always incredibly important. Though you cannot physically treat the pets themselves, your job as the front desk admin for the night shift is to keep them calm, keep them rationale, and to get pet parents to tell you exactly what happened.

There are plenty of times you can talk them through something on the phone. My dog accidentally ate a piece of chocolate, is he going to die? My cat swallowed a grape, what will happen?

Those are the easy answers, usually. You’ve been at Midway long enough to know when to tell them to come in or when to walk them through purging their pet’s stomach on the phone.

The door to the waiting area rips open and a man strides in through the front door. You notice several things at once, and mostly in an order that you know is not most to least important.

First, he is absolutely stunning. His golden hair looks like it had originally been styled with gel in a careful, brushed back look with and exposed forehead. A few strands escaped now – hanging artfully over his brow. It looked good – though anything would look good on him.

Dark brown eyes wide with panic, honey skin that is unblemished to the point that you feel the need to touch the breakout on your chin, a sharp jaw line that you read about in smutty romance novels, an a carefully sloped nose that would look too large on anyone else but is perfect on him.

Second, you realize that he’s dressed like he just strolled off a set somewhere. Vogue, perhaps. You’re not too in-touch with fashion, much to Hoseok’s distress, but you can recognize that he knows how to dress. Black trousers, velvet black fest, a jacket that fits specific enough to hint at personally tailored, and a charcoal tie.

He is exquisite.

The third thing – and probably the most important – that you notice, is the fluffy in his arms as he starts speaking to you over the counter. You blink up at him, dazed and confused for a moment. He repeats himself and your brain is still trying to put the pieces together.

Very cute black and tan dog – beautiful coloring for a Pomeranian – held tightly in his arms, snout swollen and eyes bulging slightly.

“Looks like an allergic reaction,” you say, barely hearing your own voice. “Are you a current patient with us?”

“Yes, Kim Taehyung.”

Fuck. No wonder this man looks the way he does – you know the name instantly and you’re unsure how you did not recognize his name in the first place. Not only was his company worth billions of dollars and in the very computer you pulled up his – Yeontan’s ­– file, but he had a massive scandal a few months prior.

Shoving all of that aside, you check them in and assure Taehyung that Yeontan will be just fine. A vet tech is out within moments, greeting Taehyung with familiarity before taking the dog from his arms and telling him to wait. Taehyung protests but you say his name with a soft voice, drawing those eyes to you.

His eyes are the most beautiful thing about him. You don’t know him at all – you know of him. In the media, on magazines, on interviews. But that cannot tell you much about a person, but from looking at the way his eyes water and the way a tech billionaire stands in front of you about to crack, you know that he is kind.

“He’ll be okay,” you assure him with a soft smile. “I sent over everything you told me. You only can’t go back because it’s a bit of a full house back there tonight with some stay overs and we’ve got a big girl back there who doesn’t like men much. Sadie is a sweety to us, but she’ll give you a good snap.”

“That’s a dog, right?”

Laughter bubbles to your lips as the joke goes over your head. “Yes, Sadie is a German Sheppard. She came from an abusive home and hates men. Though I’m sure you’re great.”

He sighs. “How long?”

“Probably not very. They’ll give him an antihistamine and give him a good check just to make sure there’s no respiratory issues.” His eyes go wide. He’s standing close to your desk, so when you reach toward him without a second thought, it’s easy to touch his hand delicately. “Yeontan will be okay. Namjoon – Doctor Kim is a wonderful vet. I’d even trust him with me.”

Taehyung deflates a little, letting out a slow breath and giving you a shaky smile. Your hand is warm where your fingers touch the top of his. You snatch your hand away, realizing how inappropriate it is to touch guests without asking.

Clearing your throat, you gesture to the waiting chairs in front of your desk. He nods and takes one, knee bouncing up and down as he begins scrolling on his phone, chewing his bottom lip.

You try to get some filing done and paperwork sent out while Taehyung waits, but it is nearly impossible. His presence eats up the room. You can smell the faint lavender and rose – a surprisingly light scent for a man who radiates something akin to power.

Now that his eyes aren’t on you, you study him over the top of your computer. His really is dressed well and the watch on his wrist that glints in the light looks expensive. He types away furiously on his phone, looking up occasionally to look at the door where the vet tech took Yeontan.

When he looks for the tenth time, you snort.

“Mr. Kim, looking at the door won’t make it any faster. It’s been ten minutes.”

“Well you said it wouldn’t take long.”

“I said it wouldn’t take long, not that it would be miraculously fast.” He sends a frown your way. You squirm under his gaze. “I spy, with my little eye, something…. Green.”

His frown deepens. “What?”

“I spy something green. Come on, you never played I spy as a kid?”

“No.”

“Well do you know how it works?”

“In theory.”

“Then what do I spy, Mr. Kim?”

His lips are rosebud pink. You wonder if they’re always that color, soft like a petal, or if perhaps its just the contrast from his tan skin. The corner of his mouth tilts upward and he raises his brow. You raise yours in return, determined to take his mind off of the obvious stress he is showing, and to entertain yourself – he is the only other person in the room.

Sighing and narrowing his eyes, Taehyung looks around the room with a renewed focus. He begins naming the obvious things – plants, books, magazines, the spray on the shelving that you sell, pictures on the wall.

Taehyung grows frustrated. You lean your chin on your hands, content to watch him purse his lips as he looks around the room.

“I think you’re cheating,” he finally concludes.

You gasp and sit up straight. “I am not cheating! I would never do such a thing.”

“I have named everything in this room that is green!”

“You have not, sir.”

“You can call me Taehyung.

You’re caught off guard by how nice he is. Though you have seen Taehyung in interviews and your friends cannot stop talking about how handsome he is, you did not entirely expect his.

He crosses his arms. “Mr. Kim is my father. I’d like if you called me Taehyung.”

Your stomach flips a little at that. “You have not named everything in this room that is green, or you would have guess it already.” He rolls his eyes upward and you grin. “Keep guessing, Taehyung.”

“You haven’t told me your name.”

“You get my name when you find the green object in question.”

Taehyung’s face scrunches up. You fold your mouth, suppressing the urge to laugh. He looks so different than the man on the magazines. While rationally, you know what you cannot judge a book by its cover, you didn’t expect him to be… endearing.

“I’m going to tell Joon to hire a new admin.”

“Start guessing. The clock is ticking.”

Before Taehyung can make a guess, the door behind you opens. You turn as Namjoon comes out with Taehyung looking around dreamily in his arms. Taehyung shoots to his feet, approaching Namjoon with a friendly familiarity.

“Allergic reaction,” Namjoon tells Taehyung. “Has Merallta used a new cleaner or anything with rosemary in it?”

“Yes, she switched to a more environmentally friendly cleaner.”

“I think that’s what it is. While I admire your efforts to save the world one cleaner at a time, Tae, switch back to the old one.” Namjoon holds Yeontan out to Taehyung, who takes the puppy carefully in his arms. He kisses the Pomeranian on the head briefly. “I gave him some antihistamines, so he’ll be pretty sleepy. Let me know if the rash and swelling get worse.”

“Thanks, Joon.”

“No problem. Tell your brother I said hello. It’s on the house – I’ll send his report over in the morning.”

Namjoon leaves to the back. Taehyung nuzzles Yeontan slightly – you smile and look away, cheeks heating at the sight. While you are certainly not working the grave yard shift at the animal hospital for the men and their pets, it doesn’t help.

Taehyung approaches the desk, absently stroking Taehyung’s fur lightly.

“So what was it?”

“Hmm?”

“The object.”

“I guess you will never know.”

“But I wanted to know your name.”

“Hmm.” You giving him a thoughtful look. “I suppose I can take pity on you this one time. It’s y/n.”

“Y/n,” he repeats. “Cute.”

“Thanks, my parents gave it to me.”

He smirks. “I wasn’t talking about the name.” He glances you up and down and you feel a flush through your cheek and neck. Suddenly, your desk area is too warm and your hands feel clammy and sticky. “Have a great evening. And thanks.”

“For what?”

“Distracting me,” he smiles.

You watch Taehyung leave while cooing at Yeontan. Cute. He called you cute. While it feels novel, you know that it means nothing. Because though you shared a few moments with Kim Taehyung, someone that most women and men alike would kill for, it doesn’t mean anything. It is a moment you’ll think about later when you go home and stare at the leaky ceiling of your apartment, but chances are that Kim Taehyung will never think about it again.

You’re just not in the same world.

-

Pressing your fingers into your temples, you close your eyes. You want to forget the number on the bill, to pretend that you can’t see it. But even behind closed eyes, you see the daunting figures there.

You always knew that being an adult was work. You never realized that being an adult was work, and then additionally constantly worrying of weather not you were going to be able to pay a bill. With the way the world is going, rent is already impossibly high, gas is so bad you started taking the train to your weekend job despite it often making you late, and electricity is going through the roof.

Something about gas being more expensive worldwide – though in reality, you know that it was another reason for corporations to squeeze money out of the masses.

God. You’re starting to sound like Yoongi, thinking that way. On his worst nights, he would nurse a glass of terrible whiskey and pretend he has been able to afford something smoother and rant about the way the world was built to crush anyone who wasn’t in the one percent.

While you are inclined to agree with him, it was something that you try not to consider.

Yoongi comes stumbling out of his make-shift room, hoodie pulled up over his head. You look up at him. His face is swollen with sleep, eyes barely open. His black hair is hanging in his face – you realize you were going to need to give him a haircut soon – and he has dark circles under his eyes again.

Wordlessly, you slide a cup of coffee over to him that you had poured five minutes prior. It’s how he likes it – single splash of milk, no sugar. He grunts and takes the mug, sipping and making a face.

“It’s a shitty brand,” you defend before he can complain. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Can’t you steal coffee from work?”

“Yeah right. Brian takes employee theft so seriously. Hoseok took a cup of tea home with him when he wasn’t on break and Brian threatened to fire him.”

“Brian is a prick.”

“Yeah, well he’s a middle-aged white man running a coffee shop owned by a corporation.”

Yoongi huffs. “Fair. Are you at the vet today or the coffee shop?”

“Coffee shop.” You pause, chewing on your lip. Slowly, you push the electricity bill over to your roommate. He looks at it before choking on his coffee, holding the piece of paper closer to his face as though he is reading the numbers wrong. “Yeah.”

“We already keep this place on fucking 80 and unplug all of our shit.”

“I know.” He slams the bill down on the counter.

Living with Yoongi has always had perks. He’s silent, he’s incredibly clean, he minds his business, and most importantly, pays half of the rent. But over the last few years as you searched for writing jobs to better support you than working four days a week at a vet desk and three days a week – sometimes four – at a coffee shop, you’d been unlucky.

Yoongi is already working insane hours at a music store down the street, pulling extra shifts to do inventory and working holidays. With the money between you, you are just making rent and bills with enough left over to pay for food and one or two miscellaneous items.

And things just keep going up. Rent. Gas. Food. Utilities. Neither of you have insurance – you suffer through cold months hoping you don’t get respiratory infections and you cannot image what either one of you will do when the air conditioning finally bites the dust. It’s been leaking freon for months, kicking on and off at odd times.

“I’m going to apply to that corner store.” He runs a hand over his face. “I’ll head there today- “

“Yoongi, you have so much going on with music, no. I’ll pick up extras shifts.”

But he’s already shaking his head and waving you off. “You can’t. You’re already going straight from one place to the other already. Music can wait. It’s not like it’s getting me fucking anywhere.” His tone is final. You deflate. “We’ll be fine.”

Yoongi’s words play in your head on loop as you finish paying your student loans on your phone while riding the train to the coffee shop. You’re working the afternoon shift on a Saturday, which is a bit unusual for you, but someone put the shift up for grabs and you weren’t going to turn down money.

Grey skies stretch overhead. You can smell the rain on the air as you tie an apron around your waist, standing in the grimy alleyway that leads to the back of Sugar’d, a ridiculously named and ridiculously overpriced coffee shop. It’s one of many in the city, but it’s the closest to your apartment in downtown.

It smells like sticky syrup and food when you enter through the backdoor. You don’t know how else to describe the smell to anyone who has never worked in food and beverage. There is a specific scent that carries throughout the concrete floors always wet somewhere from a sink or sanitary machine leaking, and there are endless amounts of spilled syrup and residual whipped cream from someone opening a new canister wrong.

Hoseok glances up as you walk front of house. It smells like coffee grinds and vanilla – a scent you actually enjoy. The small café is decorated in muted neutrals and browns. Tinted windows make it darker inside than it really is as the storm clouds gather outside.

A single patron sits in the corner of the café with headphones tucked in his ears and knees pulled up into the chair, book in front of him capturing his attention entirely. Hoseok tosses you a rag as you walk up.

“Please help me wipe down. We haven’t had a chance since the rush earlier and Jungkook exploded like three cans of whipped cream and broke a syrup bottle.”

You grimace but take the rag anyways, always willing to help. “Where is the kid anyway? You let him go early?”

“After the morning he had? Yeah. He was going to go work on some paintings anyway. He has someone interested in showing his work.”

You nod and give a noncommittal hum. Jungkook is the only other coworker beside Hoseok that you love dearly. He’s at your apartment most days, sleeping on your couch instead of the very flat mattress that lays on the floor of the kitchen of a studio apartment he shares with three other guys.

Young, dumb and broke, you used to joke when you first met him during orientation at the coffee shop. He is desperately trying to finish art school which he is on a scholarship for, but it only covered the books and the classes. He is totally on his own with rent and other living necessities and he is no better off than you or Yoongi.

Every movement has a steady rhythm. You let yourself get carried away in the mindless task, making a face when you realize just how sticky the back of the bakery case is. You work in silence, letting the carefully curated playlist that Brian insists stay on pull you into a focus. You’re tired, but you’re content.

A sheet of rain begins pelting the window. You stand up from where you had been crouching, pausing a moment to watch it come down in opaque sheets. The windows blur with the rain, drawing the attention of the patron in the corner and Hoseok for just as second as lightning flashes, purple and white against the windows.

Thunder hums as someone rips open the front door to the café, a gust of wind and mist chasing him as he closes the door, panting and cursing. He turns to look at the storm behind him before looking to see where he has entered to escape the torrential onslaught.

You blink in surprise.

A very wet, yet still divine Kim Taehyung stands in the entry way. He’s looking around, golden hair a few shades dark and heavy with rainwater. He’s dressed in all black again, except this time he sports no jacket. A black button up tucked into black pants with a black vest over the top. There’s a glittering gold pocket watch pinned to the vest, making you tilt your head. How… fashionable.

“I can’t promise coffee will dry you off,” you call to him, surprising yourself by speaking. He looks at you and you see surprise followed by a smile flash across his face. You feel blush creeping up your neck immediately as he approached, shaking the water off his hands. “But it might warm you a bit.”

“What a delightful surprise.”

“Is it?”

“A surprise? Of course it is.”

Taehyung wet is more stunning than he is dry. He stands on the other side of the counter from you, crossing his arms with now wet sleeves that stick to him like a second skin. Running a single hand through his hair, he gives you a wide smile, but you’re too hypnotized by the simple act of brushing his hair back to hear what he says.

“What?”

He smirks. “I said it’s nice to see you again.”

You are acutely aware that Hoseok is watching the two of you from the corner of his eye. He has been wiping the same steamer nozzle for the last two minutes, his motions lazy and unconcerned.

“You too. Though I’m sorry you’re all wet.”

“You know, if I knew you better, I might think that’s a euphemism for something.”

Your eyes fly wide. “Oh gosh – sorry. It’s not, I didn’t mean-“

His laughter creases his eyes as he holds his hands up, allaying your fears. “I’m just poking fun at you.” He glances at the rain pelting the windows. “I suppose I should have checked the weather.”

You hum. “Don’t you have all that fancy software to do those things for you?”

There’s a twinkle in his eye. “You’ve caught me on an off day.”

“Sorry to hear. Can I get you anything?”

Taehyung seems to think about it. “What’s your favorite coffee?”

“I don’t think we’re going to have the same taste.”

He leans on the counter with his elbows, bent over slightly as he holds his chin in his hand. He looks up at you through long, dark lashes and you feel your breath quicken. “Why’s that?”

“I like my coffee terribly sweet.”

His eyes darken and he drags them up and down your figure. You hold your breath. “I like all kinds of things that are sweet.”

“Is that like, built in?”

“What?”

“The switch you flip when you start to flirt. Is that built in or did you learn that?”

He folds his mouth to stop his laughter. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You could order a coffee? I’ll even throw it in for free.”

“Really? So the flirting worked.”

“I’ll give you free coffee if you can guess what I spy: it is tall and shameless.”

His laugh is rich and deep. You smile, chewing the corner of your lip as you watch the way humor makes him light up. “Alright, no free coffee for flirting, then. I will take a vanilla latte, though.”

Taehyung does pay. You don’t actually try to give him free coffee. Kim Taehyung could buy the city if he wanted. But you do try and protest when he shoves a fifty-dollar bill in the tip jar, swatting at his hand. You lose the battle.

You set about making his order, trying to stop the smile on your face. Hoseok is on you in a second as Taehyung trails to the wall of vinyl records hanging on the west side of the shop. He elbows you and you glare at him, trying to give him eyes that say shut the fuck up he’s right there.

Hoseok is persistent.

“What the fuck?” he whisper yells at you. “That’s Kim Taehyung. How do you know Kim Taehyung? You share a one bedroom apartment downtown that you converted with an airwall and he….”

“Owns the biggest tech company in the world with his family? Yeah, got it.”

“How the fuck did you meet him?”

“He brought his dog into the vet a week ago.”

“Did you hear about-“

“Yes,” you hiss and Hoseok has the decency to blush and mouth sorry as you finish making Taehyung’s coffee. “Stop making it weird.

It makes sense why Hoseok is freaking out.

Though you and Yoongi don’t own cable, you do have the internet. And you can read magazines at the corner store while you’re waiting for the unbearably slow cashier moves to scan your late night snack.

Kim Taehyung was mostly known as a tech mogul and for his leadership of he and his father’s company, Kim Tech. You had seen him all over social media at events, galas, movie premiers and charity showings. Taehyung was always alone, making him the city’s – no the world’s – most eligible bachelor. He kept a relatively private life outside of his social responsibility, keeping off social media and managing to keep himself out of the press on a normal day.

Until three months ago.

You remember your brows shooting up into your hairline when you read the headlines.

Kim Taehyung Slammed for Paying for Sex

Daddy? Kim Taehyung is Not Sorry as he Pays Sugar Babies

Life is Sweet – and Full of Sugar For Kim Taehyung

You couldn’t imagine why someone who looks the way Taehyung does has to pay someone for sex. Yoongi had wondered aloud one day on the couch about it, laughing at the fact that in a world where people like Kim Taehyung existed, maybe Yoongi was better at sex than a billionaire and that’s why Taehyung paid men and women.

And there were men and women.

Watching the horrible, disgusting things being posted and said about his sexual preferences turned your stomach. It was like the media were hyenas in wait, lurking for any scrap of meat they could tear from Taehyung’s bones.

At one point, it seemed like people were angrier that Taehyung was bi-sexual than the fact that he was involved in elicit and morally-questionable sexual activities. You went home after train rides of hearing people talking about it, letting their hate rot in your stomach until you felt sick.

Why did people care so much?

There was no answer.

So you tried not to get too deep into the articles, interviews and social media rantings that the woman in questions was participating in. Taehyung ex-sugar baby was going on any tell all she could get herself invited to, sharing her truth: Kim Taehyung pays for sex and relationships.

The thought strikes you like an adder as you reach out to hand him his coffee. Suddenly you can’t meet his eyes and your hand trembles when he accepts the cup with steady hands and a warm smile. Warmth is the last thing you expect from someone known for being a hard ass in his company and paying thousands of dollars for the company of others.

“Smells amazing.”

It shocks you when he speaks. You had been going down the rabbit hole of thoughts when he gives you another grin before turning over his shoulder and looking out the window. The rain has fallen to a very light mist, manageable without an umbrella.

“I guess I should go to my meeting.”

“That seems pertinent.”

His mouth twitches at the corner. “I hope you have a good day, Y/N.”

-

Taehyung does not have a good day. Being drenched in the rain started him off on the wrong foot, though he hoped seeing you meant that it was turning around. You had been a pleasant surprise, both at the veterinary office when you provided him with a brief moment of respite, and again with the subtle humor you offered at the coffee shop.

Fate is not something Taehyung believes in. Hard work, dedication, sacrifices and putting aside desires is what got he and his father to where they were. It was what made Taehyung’s world turn round. There was no pre-determined destiny marching him down his path.

But as he leaves the coffee shop, a little bit drier and definitely much warmer, Taehyung things that it is a funny little coincidence to have seen you twice in a week. Especially that you remember him, though he has to remind himself that he is not a fraction as invisible as he wishes he was.

The rest of the walk to the crumbling parking garage he intends to buy and condemn to build a new facility strictly dedicated to MAIA isn’t unpleasant. The air is a little humid and the sun doesn’t come out, but it doesn’t douse him with rain again. He made the mistake of wanting to take public transportation to the meeting sight as a way to show that he was, in fact, a human being in touch with reality.

In the heart of downtown, the new site was surrounded by neighborhoods in need. He would need an entire new staff, and Taehyung had spent months building a proposal and financial reports: how he was going to make it work, what he wanted the company culture to look like, what kind of financials they needed to produce to pay livable wages, what their hiring standards needed to be like.

Unlike his father, Taehyung had come back from university liberal. It drove his father and most of the members of the board to no end that Taehyung wasn’t a blood-sucking vampire who wanted to bleed the masses to fill his pockets.

Taehyung’s pockets have been full his entire fucking life. He doesn’t need more.

If there is a single thing that he likes about himself, it’s his need to try and make the world a little less unsufferable. He won’t admit that to anyone, but his actions speak for him.

Which is why he had taken public fucking transportation this afternoon to meet with the man who owned the garage. Taehyung is in a bit of a bidding war with a property management company who wants to replace the out-of-use garage with a new, loft-style apartment complex.

Taehyung already has his argument and a ton of financial reports ready for his meeting: the apartment complex is going to be priced out of range for any of the local residents looking for a place to rent. It’s another building that will cost millions to build, and then sit empty because no one can afford to live in it. It will bring in no jobs, no incremental revenue, and ultimately be a waste of space.

The problem? The owner of the parking garage is certainly not fond of Taehyung, and already seems to have an idea of what Kim Taehyung stands for.

Can he blame him? No. The entire fucking city now knows that for the last two years, he has been fucking paying for relationships. The ethical conversations are through the roof and there are now thousands of people calling him a sick fuck, preying on people who they think are beneath him.

In fact, he had read an incredibly insightful article about just how awful he is, abusing his power and money to exploit the poor.

Except every single person Taehyung has ever had a contract with is very much not in need of money and were some of the most recommended escorts in the city – perhaps the fucking country.

The smell of wet pavement chases him into the shadows of the parking garage, where Malcom is standing and scrolling through his phone. He’s dressed modestly in jeans, a shirt and a blazer thrown over it, his orange-hued beard trimmed neatly and eyes unfocused behind owl-like glasses.

“Malcom,” Taehyung greets politely. He keeps the warmth out of his voice. Being friendly or overly welcoming is not going to win him purchase of the building. Straight finances and economics is going to. “It’s good to see you.”

Malcom looks up at him and frowns. “I’m sorry – I thought we cancelled this meeting?”

Taehyung pauses. “No, it was still on my calendar. My apologies – if we cancelled then why are you here?”

“Mr. Kim, there seems to be a misunderstanding. I called your office two days ago to cancel. I’ve decided to pass on your acquisition of the building and sell to GreyStar.”

Taehyung feels a vein tick in his jaw. “I see. I’ll have to connect with my admin on that. I was under the impression you were excited to discuss a possible sale to Kim Tech. May I ask why you changed your mind.”

Malcom stares at him, brown eyes squinting. “It’s just ethics.”

“Ethics?”

“You hire prostitutes, Mr. Kim. I have no desire to be affiliated with that.”

-

“Fuck,” Jimin says. “He said that?”

“Yeah he fucking said that,” Taehyung snaps. They’re at Taehyung’s private bar in the backyard of his villa. Behind them, the sun sets over the world, rolling green hills looking as though they’re on fire. Jimin swears again and sips the martini carefully. “There was no fucking message for me about cancelling the meeting.”

Jimin winces. “It’s… Carina. She hasn’t been going through all the voicemails.”

“Hyeon’s niece that he hired out of nepotism?”

“That’s the one.”

“Fire her.” Jimin groans, throwing his head back up, dark hair falling. “I’m serious, Jimin. I let it slide because Hyeon does good work but that is exactly the fucking opposite of what my human resources department is supposed to be doing. She’s been working here for five months and can’t listen to a fucking voicemail.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll work on it.”

They both know by now that when Jimin say’s that he’ll work on it, he will absolutely do it.

Jimin was an unlikely friend for Taehyung. He had been a model when they met – struggling to pay bills despite being one of the most rapidly growing faces on high-end magazines and social media. Worse – Jimin hated modeling. Hated the way people thought that he was vapid and conceited, hated the way he felt as though he was selling his body, soul and his mind for the job.

Taehyung thought Jimin was so fucking smart. They had met at a charity gala for some large organization that Kim Tech made annual donations to. They’d been sat at the same table, and Taehyung couldn’t help but marvel at the way Jimin let the other men and women at the table think that he was utterly helpless and offer him all sorts of things: my sister’s friend’s cousin works at Vogue, I’ll give her a call; my wife’s cousin-once-removed has an apartment in Paris, you must stay their next month on your trip.

People doled out offers and favors to him after a subtle word, a blush on his cheeks, or simple wide eyes.

You’re a fucking hustler, Taehyung had laughed when he sidled up next to Jimin at the bar. Come work for me. You’re fucking smarter than everyone else at that table, and I need an admin who can shark everyone like that.

At first, Jimin had resisted. He thought that perhaps Taehyung was another pretty-faced boy with a rich daddy who was trying to get in his pants. Only two of three of those things were true, and to this day, Taehyung had never in his life made a sexual advance on Jimin.

Now, they were best friends. Jimin was Taehyung’s personal assistant, but he was so much more than that. He was a lifeline, someone who kept Taehyung’s life in order, someone who could be brutally honest with him without Taehyung getting upset, someone who could help Taehyung navigate the insane lows and the moderate highs of his current lifestyle.

And Jimin was impossibly good at his job, even if he was no longer the one answering the front desk line or checking voicemails when the likes of Malcom called the company line instead of Taehyung directly. (A move that Taehyung things is deliberate).

“I should meet with an image consultant like my father says,” Taehyung sighs. He knocks back the rest of the whiskey. It goes down smooth, the burn pleasant. It’s his first of the night, but after losing the new space for expanding MAIA, he needs another. “Fix my fucked-up media presence. It’s obviously effecting my job more than I thought. Maybe I should step down.”

“Please spare me the dramatics.” Jimin glances at Taehyung from the corner of his eye. The older man is dressed in a light, white shirt that is open at the collar and tucked into jeans. Though he no longer models, it doesn’t make his style or beauty any less effortless. “You should ask Jin if there’s a division that’s dedicated to making you look better.”

“I love Jin but I will never use Eden again.”

“You know, since everyone thinks you’re this terrible, sex maniac who preys on the weak-“

“Get to the point fast.”

“And they think you’re like this cold, hateful vampire who is just rich and unkind.”

“The point, Jimin. The point.”

“Just maybe you should perhaps find a nice person and date them.”

Taehyung looks at him, brow arched. “Excuse me?”

“I am serious. You’re someone who has never had a partner seriously. If you actually found someone nice and-“

“I don’t date.”

Jimin pushes on, undaunted. “If you managed to be in a relationship that was healthy, and with a nice person, people might think differently. People love that shit. Someone who has saved the bad boy – who has turned around the heartless CEO.”

“You’ve come up with these insults rather quickly.”

Jimin sips his martini and makes a face. “I’m online all the time, these aren’t things I think.”

“Whatever. I don’t date.”

Jimin caps Taehyung. “Ever think that might be the problem, Tae?”

Of course Taehyung has never thought that his lack of dating was the problem, but the words chase him for a week straight. Taehyung thinks about it as he showers every night, and as he laying in bed with a diffuser pumping as much lavender in the air as it can.

Dating isn’t for him. He doesn’t have time for it. It’s an inconvenience. It’s not that he doesn’t want that connection with someone. He’s not hiding. He just doesn’t know how to give enough of himself over to someone without them becoming attached and offended that he works more than he has time for anything else.

It wouldn’t be fair. Right?

Jimin’s words plague him so much that without really making a decision, Taehyung drives downtown. The choice to leave the house on a work from home day was on a complete whim. It came after a call where he had to tell his board of directors he still had not found a home for MAIA, but he was working on it.

Dressed in jeans and a loose, patterned button up, Taehyung walks into Sugar’d before he even realizes where he is. He doesn’t know your schedule, and he realizes that perhaps he should have called the vet’s office to see if you were there.

Luck has it, you’re behind the counter talking to a coworker of yours. Afternoon sun shines through the window, hitting you just right that for a moment, you seem suspended in time. Your hair shines, pulled up in a pony and you smile at something your coworker says to you. Your laugh is warm and relaxed, not forced or practiced.

Jimin’s words nip at Taehyung’s heels as he approaches the counter, eyes darting back and forth between you and the man next to you. Neither has really noticed him yet, and he can’t help but get suddenly shy and worry that perhaps you have a romantic relationship with the tall, dark haired and tattooed guy.

You turn to greet him, eyes crinkled at the corner with your smile before you blink in surprise. Your eyes get round and your mouth forms the perfect ‘o’ as you look at him.

“Hi,” you greet, giving him a toothy smile. “What a surprise.”

“What can I say, I really liked the vanilla coffee.”

“Huh. I’ll tell Hoseok. He’s the one who taught me to make them.” Taehyung’s eyes trail to the guy standing behind you watching with narrowed eyes. “That’s Jungkook. He has taught me absolutely nothing.”

“Untrue. I taught you how to use acrylic paint.”

“He taught me how to use acrylic paint poorly.”

Taehyung’s brows are raised as he watches the way you throw a glance over your shoulder at Jungkook. The man seems to get whatever face you’re making and rolls his eyes, backing away. He gives Taehyung a lingering stare. Territorial, almost.

“Same order?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“You know, it’s free if you can-“

“Spy the shameless asshole?”

You smirk. “Today it’s an object. Something…” You look around and he has a moment to notice the way the wispy pieces of your hair stick slightly to your flushed face. You look a little tired, but there’s an eagerness he likes. Cute. “Brown.”

Taehyung glances around. “There is quite a lot of brown.”

“You’re a big tech CEO, you’ll figure it out.”

Taehyung stares for a moment. You cock a brow at him. What comes out of his mouth next surprises him as much as it seems to surprise you. “Go out with me.”

“What?”

“You know, like on a date. Two people enjoying an activity in which they get to know one another, usually with romantic intention.”

“Thanks, Webster, I know what a date is.”

You narrow your eyes at him before looking down at the register to tap in his order. Your silence makes his heart thunder, and Taehyung decides that he is going to absolutely throttle Jimin when he does home. His abrupt question is driven by the long-lasting damage of his previous activities, and Jimin is right – someone nice wouldn’t be terrible for him.

“Guess what I spy correctly and perhaps I’ll think about it.”

“Winning doesn’t get me a yes?”

“Not everything worth having is so easily given, Kim Taehyung.”

He feels chastened. Your voice isn’t impolite, but it’s careful. You glance up at him, eyes soft. Glowing. Expectant.

Once more, Taehyung looks around and his eyes settle on a record. He points at it and says, “That album.”

You grin at him and for a blissful moment, Taehyung thinks he’s won. His triumph plummets as you answer, “Nope,” popping the ‘p’ particularly hard. “There’s always next time.”

-

“He’s here again,” Jungkook mutters as he walks through the back. You’re sitting on a half-caved in box chewing on a sandwich when you look up from your phone. Jungkook crosses his arms over his broad chest, as he adds, “Kim. The big CEO.”

Swallowing your sandwich becomes difficult as your throat goes dry. It’s the seventh time that Kim Taehyung has come to the coffee shop in a matter of a few weeks, and he has entertained your little ‘I spy’ game every time.

Every time he shows up you’re still surprised. Sometimes he’s in business suits and is particularly in a hurry, rushing through his guesses. Other times, he’s dressed a touch more casual, but still just as elegant as always.

You give him the same color every time. He’s named the most obvious things in the café at this point: the drink sleeves, the tables, the cookies in the case, the caramel syrup. He still hasn’t managed to guess what you spy that is brown, and you’ve purposefully done it.

Because while he is warm with you and according to your coworkers, has come on multiple days that you’re not there, something about him seems like a giant red flag. You’ve looked into him more now that he has turned into a regular customer.

What there is to find isn’t the best. The recent news is a total mess with rumors, additional allegations and of course, the big scandal.

But it’s whats before that looks just as unpromising: pictures where he does not smile much, interviews where he is abrupt and to the point. He looks so different from the version of him that you get at the cash register that it throws you that he can be two such different people.

Wiping your hands on your apron, you sigh. “I can always kick him out,” Jungkook offers. “He brings really good tips though.”

“Wow, your loyalty can be bought?”

“I have bills.”

It’s a joke, but it hits a little too close to home.

You pat Jungkook’s arm as you walk out, looking Taehyung up and down as he waits with his hands tucked into the pocket of a pair of ripped jeans. Today he’s in a plain white t-shirt, though you’re sure it’s designer, and his hair is soft and hanging in his eyes.

Beautiful.

His smile is infection when he sees you. you can’t help it as the corner of your mouth curls upward, typing in his order. He gets the same thing every time, a vanilla latte with no alterations. You already see the ridiculously large bill in the tip jar, making you roll your eyes.

“I spy, with my little-“

“My eyes.”

You look up at Taehyung sharply, your mouth open. “You know, I kept going home and really thinking about it. Tried to think what in the hell you would pick that was so difficult. Because you see, you didn’t want me to guess it. You wanted to present me with a challenge, an answer that was impossible for me to guess. It could have been something you were changing every time we play, but you don’t seem like the type to play dirty. I bet you admire being fair.”

“You think so?”

He leans on the counter, a wolfish grin on his face. “I do think so. So it got me thinking: if she wants an impossible game that is still fair, it needs to be something that I’m not seeing. And that’s when I realized it: you spy something brown. My eyes.”

Taehyung is smug as you look him up and down. You cross your arms. You really didn’t expect him to get it, but Taehyung is absolutely right. The answer had been his eyes: brown, but not dark brown all the time. Sometimes they were light brown, like dark honey turned to liquid. Other times his eyes were dark like the roasted grinds behind you, fathomless and endless.

Right now, they were glittering brown, almost gold with giddiness that he had cracked the code. You really hadn’t expected him to get it, but you remember that he’s a leading mind of his tech company. Though there is a single screen in the back office dedicated to a security system run by KAIA and you have the software on your phone (who doesn’t) you’re mostly unfamiliar with his work.

“So did I get it?”

You tap a finger on your arm. “You did.”

It’s hard not to be enamored by his grin. He wears his victory subtly, though there is a new tilt to his chin and a strength in his shoulders as he straightens them and says, “So you’ll consider going out with me, then?”

“I don’t know.” He offers you his credit card and you shake your head. “You won.”

“It was never about the free coffee.” He lowers his voice and you feel your heart flutter. “Trust me, there were much higher stakes.”

Hesitantly, you take his card and run it. When you hand it back, Taehyung’s long fingers brush yours lightly. It’s like a spark jumps between the two of you, your eyes flickering up to meet his. He’s frozen for a single moment before he’s looking down, tucking the card in his wallet.

“What kind of date did you have in mind?”

“Simple dinner.”

“Simple?”

“Simple,” he promises. “Just one night. Please.”

Taking a long, deep breath, you let it out. You know it’s a bad idea. You know it is, but you want to do it. You feel it in your gut that something is going to go wrong. You’ve always believed in fate, though, and it feels like someone is putting Taehyung in front of you over and over again. Is making him determined.

You take that leap of faith and nod once. “When?”

-

“I’m going to vomit.”

Yoongi looks alarmed when you say it, sitting up on your bed as though you’re going to puke right onto him. Instead, you’re pacing in front of your closet, which is shoved so tight of clothes and items that it looks like a bulging pinata.

The best thing about your room is that it does not look as desolate as it could. While Yoongi’s room is an absolute nightmare – mattress on the floor, hand-me-down furniture bought at consignment stores and an airwall that took you both a week to install in the living room correctly – yours looks thoughtfully designed in muted pins, tans and greens.

“Do I need to?” Yoongi vaguely gestures to the bed and you shake your head. He visibly relaxes into your mattress, which is better of the two in the apartment. “What’s the big deal now? You already said yes to the date.”

“He told me simple – Yoongi we’re going to Límon.”

“Holy fuck. That’s simple to him?”

You let out a loud shriek.

Límon is not only a five-star restaurant – it’s the top of the fine dining list in the city with a waiting list of months and months at a time, and a has been given five Michele stars. It’s a Hispanic fusion restaurant that sits at the top of The Mandarin Hotel in the business district, and it is wildly expensive.

You begin to sweat. You should have known that simple to Kim Taehyung was a ridiculously fancy dinner. You have no idea what in your closet would even be passable for dinner – are you supposed to dress formal? Is there a dress code? There has to be a dress code.

Yoongi remains cool as a cucumber after his initial surprise. Peeling himself from your bed while you sit and bend over with your head between your legs, he goes through your options meticulously. You’re too busy hyperventilating to see the options he’s pulling.

Had you know that he was going to take you somewhere exclusive to the tax section you would never see, you would have said no. You debate texting him and telling him that you can’t go. That you’re going to pull an extra shift somewhere and that you’re unavailable for the night.

You type out the excuse. Delete it. Type another one and then delete that.

Because even though you are absolutely panicking, there is intrigue there. The worst thing that can happen is that Taehyung is horrible just like the media thinks he is, or he finds you completely boring and unsatisfactory.

You have a significant amount of money at the moment in case of emergency and being stiffed with part of the bill, direct results from his insane tipping at the coffee shop. But he doesn’t seem like the type for that.

So you put on the black slip dress that Yoongi suggests. Something you’ve worn once but definitely got taken home in. The strap is a little frayed so you wear your hair down to hide it. Your heels are a little scuffed but with some buffing via generic brand paper towel, they look less scratched and more shine.

Nerves eat away at you when you text Taehyung your address. Though you gave him your number at the coffee shop, his texting was incredibly minimal and to the point. So clinical that it almost felt like you were making a doctor’s appointment until he answered your address send.

Kim Taehyung: Oo she lives downtown. Is she artsy?

Me: No, she took what she could afford 🤪

Kim Taehyung: You’re cute

Me: I’m not as cute when I’m hungry…

Kim Taehyung: Five minutes, angel

The finished product isn’t bad by any means when you look in the mirror. Yoongi is on his way out and escorts you downstairs through the winding stairwell that smells like cigarettes and the cat piss because Ms. Norris keeps dumping her liter outside.

Taehyung is just outside your building, leaning against a sleek black car. It’s cliché, really. The black sports car, the black three-piece suit with the gold timepiece pinned again. He’s looking down on his phone as you walk on unsteady feat.

Seeing him hits you with a sudden sense of imposter syndrome. You shouldn’t be going out on a date with Kim Taehyung. The man who clearly doesn’t know how to date, and who has taken an interest in you because… well you don’t know why. Which is part of the problem.

You hesitate, but Yoongi nudges you before walking toward his beat up Honda. “Call me, yeah?”

It’s code for call me if you need me at any time, at any second.

“Yeah,” you agree waving him off.

Taehyung’s eyes are on Yoongi for a moment. He watches your roommate with an unreadable expression before his eyes drift over to you. He slides a hand in his pocket, letting his dark eyes look you up and down. And then up and down again. You almost shiver under his gaze – he hasn’t looked at you like that before.

“You look beautiful.” Taehyung pushes off the car, opening the door and offering you a hand. Shyly, you walk forward and take it, letting him help you sit in the cool, leather interior of the car. “You look like absolute heaven.”

“You look pretty good yourself.”

“I always look good.” Taehyung grins before he gently closes the door to the car.

You have no idea what kind of car or model it is, but the screen hums with the KAIA system and it smells cleaner than any other car you’ve been in before. Taehyung slides into the drivers seat, offering you a lopsided grin as he puts it in gear and drives.

Nerves fade away as you chat on the drive there. Taehyung looks effortlessly handsome, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift. He doesn’t move to hold your hand or touch your thigh, and you’re grateful because you’re sweating absolute bullets from your anxiety and because it took effort to get dressed.

Taehyung is an easy person to talk to. You almost forget where you’re going as he tells you about his search to find a new building for his company’s MAIA project. He doesn’t think it’s a stupid question when you ask what that is.

His way of speak entrances you. His voice is dulcet and smooth, a rich baritone that you could listen to all night. Taehyung is confident when he speaks, and confident when he pulls up to the hotel and has valet take the car. He’s quick to open your door and help you out, delicately taking your hand in his.

This time, Taehyung doesn’t let go of your hand. You look up at him, eyes slightly rounded as he hands his keys to the valet who seem to be somewhat familiar with him. He looks down when he notices you’re staring at his side profile: sharp and shadowed and so beautiful that you think Jungkook would want to paint it.

“You okay?” he asks, brows furrowed. He squeezes your hand, which is warm. Your hand feels tiny in his, but you nod. He flashes a smile. “Great. Did you look at the menu beforehand?”

You almost expect him to drop your hand but he doesn’t.

Instead, Taehyung strides confidently into the hotel lobby and toward the elevator, warm fingers laced with yours. You nod and say, “It was a little overwhelming, to be honest with you.”

“Are there any hard no’s?” You snap your head toward him as he pushes the button to the elevator. He sees your expression and laughs. “With the menu. Although I’d like to know what exactly you thought I was talking about.”

“Ha ha.”

“Hey,” he jests as the elevator opens. “Your mind, not mine.”

Upstairs is a whole new world. You feel nervous in the intimate lighting. The rooftop is split between inside and outside. Taehyung leads you to the back half of the inside part, nodding at the hostess as he goes by.

You are not unaware that eyes are on you. Taehyung transforms as you pass by tables of curious eyes and people turning to look at him from the bar. He’s taller, suddenly and his face is inscrutable. The change is so sudden that you knock into someone’s chair, gasping and apologizing vehemently.

His hand is on your hip, steadying you and looked down at you with a softer expression than a moment before. His micro expressions make you dizzy as you assure him that you’re alright. He nods and his concern melts back into a cool exterior as he leads you to a very private room at the back, the two of you the only people inside.

Taehyung lets go of your hand and lets you walk over to the floor to glass ceiling windows. The entire worls unrolls, a kingdom beneath his feet. Your breath fogs the glass for a moment before you find your seat across from him.

The table is directly next to you, city lights drawing your attention again as Taehyung orders a bottle of wine for you after asking your preference for white or red. You’ve barely looked at the menu, and when you draw your eyes away from the city to look at Taehyung, you freeze.

The menu hasn’t been touched, and he’s staring intensely at you. You suddenly feel small, squirming in your seat. Perhaps your hair doesn’t look right or he’s realized that bringing you here was a mistake. You adjust the hem of your dress and shift in the seat again, wondering if-

“Don’t do that.” You look back up at him. His gaze is burning – more intense than you have ever seen it before at the coffee shop. “You look divine. Don’t get nervous.”

“Well you’re looking at me like…”

He leans back in the seat. There is a cool confidence that is new to you. He’s always been confident, but this is different. Like he has shifted and is more comfortable being… sexy, perhaps is the word for it.

“Look at you like what?”

“So intensely.”

“I apologize. But you really do look like a work of art.”

Your neck flushes and you bite your bottom lip. To diver the attention you mention, “You know, when you said a simple date, this is not what I had in mind.”

“Dinner is as simple as it gets.” You snort. “What? Is it not?”

“I was thinking dinner at like – Outback Steakhouse.”

“I’ve… never been there.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Of course you haven’t. We are from very different backgrounds.”

“Doesn’t mean much. I still think we share things in common.”

You throw him an amused look. “Like what?”

“Like… do you like cheese?”

“Yes I like cheese.”

“See!” he leans forward eagerly. “Match made in heaven.”

“Everyone likes cheese!”

“Untrue. You’d be surprised at how many people I know that don’t eat dairy products.”

Tension evaporates. Taehyung has a way of taking the pressure off, and though as you get to know him, there are still complete differences in your lives and where you’re at. It doesn’t bother you as much as you expect it to – you have no idea where this is going to go, or what he wants out of the date.

Feeling overwhelmed by the menu, you let Taehyung order for the two of you. He does so confidently and easily that you rub your thighs together at the cool aura he emits. Sleeping with him had not even occurred to you, but suddenly as he argues that Inception is not a terrible movie, you can’t stop thinking about it.

Dirty thoughts of Taehyung plague you the rest of the dinner, making you a blushing mess, especially when a little bit of wine slips down your chin and he leans forward to brush it with his thumb, bringing it up to his sultry mouth and swiping his tongue over the pad of his finger.

He looks at you dead in the eyes and murmurs, “Sweet.”

By the time you’re finished eating the best fucking meal of your life, the wine has you feeling warm. You lean back in your seat, needling Taehyung about his personal philosophies.

“I just don’t believe in fate!” He laughs, shaking his head. His gold hair is styled back again, single lock falling devilishly over his forehead. “There’s no way there is just a divine future for everything. Hard word is what gets us where we are.”

“You’re so nihilistic. What about for the things that aren’t as simple as hard work and a little bit of luck? Coincidences?”

“I think you put too much weight in coincidences.”

“And I think you could do with a little more magic in the world, Kim Taehyung. You have such a dry view of everything. Why?”

He shrugs a shoulder. It’s the first time that he doesn’t have a fliry answer. He grows quiet for a moment, spinning the red wine in his glass. You sip yours, waiting patiently as he finds the words.

“I don’t have time for the dreamy shit,” he says eventually. “My life is business and work and then extending that business and work, and bettering and furthering myself.”

“That sounds… boring.”

“Not really. I like being successful. I like creating. But it doesn’t leave room for the fantasies of romance and fate and love at first sight.”

“Why ask me out, then?”

“What do you mean?”

You set the glass of wine down. Your heart thuds loudly, amped by the alcohol and the warmth that is buzzing in your veins. You have a little confidence, putting meaning behind your voice when you ask, “Why ask me out if you don’t have time for romance?”

“Ah,” he laughs. “That.”

You frown. “Yeah? That.”

Taehyung lips his lips and resettles himself in his seat. He leans his elbows on the table, hands clasped and chin resting on top of them. The candle on the table reflects in his dark eyes, flickering and beautiful.

“I asked you out,” he says slowly. “Because you are wildly different than anyone I’ve been with before.”

“Like… poor?”

He guffaws. “No! That hasn’t crossed my mind for a second that we have different economics. Please don’t – fuck, don’t ever think that’s why I did. I meant that you’re incredibly kind, and firm in a soft way, and I don’t know. You seem genuine.”

“You’re not used to genuine?”

“In my line of work? No.”

You hum and chew on the inside of your cheek. The question hasn’t really been answered, though. So you push again. “Still, though. I’m different – but you don’t have time for romance? Or this is to make a friendship I just…” You lift a shoulder. “What do you want out of this, I guess is what I’m asking.”

“You value honesty, right?” You nod your head and he heaves a sigh. “I’m not stupid, I know you’ve probably heard about some things I’ve done. Both true and untrue, it doesn’t really matter. I meant what I said when I don’t have time for the romance. This, right now? It’s the first date I’ve been on in years. Me chasing you at the café for weeks? That’s the most effort I have put forth in a long time.”

“Thank you, I think?”

He smiles. “I like you. I think you’re smart, and I think that you’re honest and a different change of pace. You don’t have any arrests, which is nice. And you volunteer at an animal shelter in your free time, while working two jobs.”

A stone drops in your stomach. “You had a background check on me?”

“With what happened to me recently? Yeah. I did.” You award him that small lenience and nod, but there is something sour twisting in your stomach now. “Speaking of that, my reputation right now is a mess. You saw the way people couldn’t take their eyes off me when we walked in. Everyone is talking about me. I’m losing work deals because of it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. My decision to pay people for their time was based off of a need and an assement of what I could and couldn’t spend time doing. I needed discretion, I needed trust, I needed people who wouldn’t go through my things or reveal things about my private life.”

“I have to admit that… makes sense.”

“It’s hard to find people who are willing to give up the ideals of romance. I won’t ever be able to attend a birthday, or go to a wedding as a date, or just take you out to the movies.” Taehyung slows his speech as he looks at you with a level gaze. “I cannot go to friends gallery openings or be there for you if something bad happens. I travel, I work, I barely sleep. But what I can promise you is financial stability, someone to blow off steam with, and someone who will be loyal to you.”

The stone in your stomach syncs further. You hear a high-pitched ringing in your ears as you lean back in your seat, staring at Taehyung. “I’m confused- are you propositioning me?”

“Sort of, but not similar to the ones before. I don’t need sex – unless that is something you’re interested in because I would fuck you stupid over this table right now if that’s what you wanted – but I need someone softer. Someone no one knows. I need someone I can trust to come with me to events, who can help me fix my image.”

“And you think that person is me.”

“I think you can help me out, and I would be willing to financially compensate for that.”

“For sex?”

“For whatever you’d be welcome to. But I would in no circumstances be a boyfriend – not really. I don’t have the capacity or the time.”

Silence stretches between the two of you. Taehyung’s words sync in.

Financial compensation.

Taehyung said it wasn’t about being from different economical backgrounds, but what he’s not saying is that it would be mutually beneficial because you’re working two jobs and he’s working one. Because you live downtown in a shitty building and he lives somewhere nice, and owned. Because even though you look nice – you do not look like the women sitting outside of the private room.

Taehyung said it wasn’t about being from different economical backgrounds, and yet he’s offering to pay you as a favor if you do him one.

You don’t know how it happens. You don’t remember making the decision. For a moment, it’s just you and Taehyung staring at one another over empty dessert plates and glasses of wine.

The next moment, he is dripping in red wine, and the empty glass is in your hand.

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Seven Seas

; Atlantis Taehyung x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Word Count: 25.5k

; Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (receiving)

; Synopsis: Atlantis is a myth; a hidden city, a sunken island, a missing continent. Only…it’s not a myth. Just hidden out of choice. As the daughter of an Atlantean and a human, you are a halfling that is unwanted by the underwater continent and misunderstood by the surface. But what happens when you finally go to Atlantis and meet an Atlantean who is oddly kind to you?

; A/N: I swear this fic almost broke me like 3 days. I really hope you like it and that it’s not bad. Please make sure to like and reblog, and leave me comments or asks so I can see what you think! I’d really love the feedback!

Also, her speech is supposed to sound more stilted when she’s speaking Atlantean to reflect that she’s not fluent in it!

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Throughout history there have been stories of hidden cities, islands and continents that have been told by many civilisations across the world. From Camelot to El Dorado, Shambhala to Zerzura, these mythical cities have captured the imaginations of millions of humans. All fascinated with the idea that there is something still to be discovered on Earth.

But when someone mentions the idea of a ‘hidden’ or ‘lost’ city, it is undoubtedly Atlantis that springs to mind for many people. Some believe it to still be hidden somewhere, whereas others believe it to have sunk millennia ago. Others believe it is a myth entirely.

Atlantis is very much a real place however, it is just that humanity thought too small. For it is not a city, nor is it an island. It is a kingdom and a continent that stretches the entire length of the Atlantic Ocean; from the North Pole to Antarctica. If Atlantis were above the surface, it would comfortably be the largest continent on the planet.

The people of Atlantis were not like humans either, even though they walked and talked like them. To a human, they would be almost indistinguishable. It has undoubtedly helped them to hide throughout the centuries, though not well enough to prevent any rumours of a hidden city.

You know that well, given that your own father is an Atlantean and your mother is a human. She had grown up in the little seaside town you called home, with a fisherman for a father. The sea had been in her blood, but not nearly as much as it was in the blood of the handsome man who had shown up on her shore on her 23rd birthday.

Claiming to be a traveller from a foreign land who wanted to experience life in the sleepy town of Sunset Cove, he paid your mother to stay in the spare room of her tiny cottage. After a few months of boarding with her, he slowly opened up and told her wild stories of an advanced civilisation living under the waves of the very sea she loved so dearly.

The stories slowly brought them together until their mutual attraction could no longer be denied. A whole year after he had appeared on her shore, she had fallen pregnant and eight months later they had welcomed a tiny, healthy girl into the world; you.

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