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pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): angst, fluff.

word count: 8.8k

note(s): helloo lovelies!!! Introducing my taehyung fic! It's pretty short, but I am super proud of this one. I'm so in love with this couple, that it hurts. I hope you enjoy their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“So pretty!” You were currently smiling at your toddlers as they were finishing up their finger painting for the day.

You held painting classes on Saturdays in your little studio for toddlers. You began offering these classes in attempts to help out busy parents, that way they could get some errands done; in a sense, it was like a ‘daycare’ program. You didn’t think that it would be as great of a turn out as it was, but thankfully, many parents have taken up the opportunity. You had around 10 kids per session, which doesn’t seem like a lot, but because they all vary in age (3-8) it gets a little rowdy from time to time.

Luckily for you, many of the kids are behaved and well-mannered, of course, you still have the mischievous children, but they never bothered you or done something to upset you. You love kids, so this was really a great addition in your line of work. As an artist, who is well-known for many beautiful paintings at your local art museum, your modestly high income allows you to broaden the creativity in the community. It also gives opportunities for children and their parents to find potential opportunities in the art industry.

“Y/n, they’re doing so well!” Mi-ha whispered to you, while observing the quiet toddlers smiling to themselves while they continued painting.

Mi-ha is one of your best friends, who also happens to work with you during your painting lessons. You and Mi-ha have been best friends ever since college when you both continued your degrees; her in fine arts and yours in sciences. For a number of years, you were in the operating room as an anesthesiologist assistant, surprising, right? Not a lot of people knew you were in the medical field before you quit altogether—well sort of… you still volunteered on your days off at your local hospitals—to pursue your art career, it really is unbelievable and a great accomplishment at just 22. You were always a smart child, graduating high school and university earlier than most. Your parents couldn’t have been prouder, even when you told them that you wanted to pursue your art career, they supported you through and through. You were thankful that they were so supportive of your decision.

“Yoon-ji is enjoying herself, I’m glad!” You gushed while pointing to Mi-ha’s daughter who was happily painting random lines on her canvas. Mi-ha had Yoon-ji three years ago, with her long-time boyfriend, now husband, Namjoon. It was a surprise for everyone, nonetheless, the couple was excited for the arrival of their first child together. You remember how freaked out Mi-ha was when she had the positive pregnancy test in her hands. She was nervous about telling Joon, but eventually you had given her enough courage to tell him, after all, it’s his kid too. From your understanding, Namjoon’s friends all had children, at least from what Mi-ha said, maybe a couple of them didn’t, but you weren’t completely sure. You, however, hadn’t any of them, even though you’re closest to Mi-ha, Joon, and Yoon-ji, you never really had the pleasure of hanging out with Joon’s friends.

“Okay kiddies, time to clean up! Your parents will be coming soon!” You exclaimed to the kids while hearing groans. Giggling to yourselves, you and Mi-ha helped wash up the kids. It didn’t take long to put away the paints, easels, and canvases, since they were much smaller than your normal sized ones that you keep in the back room, for your purposes. You had gathered up the mini stools and stacked them in the closest where your other mini supplies were. Shutting it, you turned around to see all the little boys and girls smiling brightly up at you.

“Thank you, Ms. Y/n!” They bowed, respectively. Bowing too, you smiled at all of them.

“You’re very welcome! Now let me just get your parents!” Walking over to the closed door, you welcomed the parents of the children. Each child held up their artwork towards their parents while they left with mumbled thank you’s and see you next week’s. As the last child left your studio, Namjoon walked in giving you a wave.

“Appa!” Yoon-ji ran towards her dad, who welcomed her with opened arms. Picking her up and spinning her around, Mi-ha giggled beside you at her little family.

“Hey, Yoonie, what’chya got there, hm?” Yoon-ji thrusted her artwork towards him, almost getting his blonde-dyed hair wet with drying paint, had he not tilted his head fast enough, “Wow, princess! So pretty!” He walked over to Mi-ha, pressing a kiss to her temple before turning to you.

“Yoon-ji’s birthday is coming up,” Namjoon says giving his daughter to his wife.

“I know,” You nodded smiling, “Next, next Saturday, right?”

“Yeahp, all of my friends will be there too! So, you finally get to meet the other half of the family.” He jokes with you.

“Ugh, I can’t wait,” You huffed out, “it’s like you two didn’t want me to ever meet them.”

“No!” Mi-ha exclaimed, “it’s just that every time we had something planned with them, you always had an art show!” Joon laughed as Yoon-ji blew raspberries at him with a gleeful gaze.

“Oh, actually?” You wiped your hand on your apron, untying it and hanging it up on the hooks behind you, “Well, thankfully I don’t have an art show for a while, so I’m free!” You checked your watch, “Oh, shoot, sorry guys, I have to run!” You exclaimed grabbing your keys, “I need to let Mochi out.”

“Go ahead, we’ll lock up!” Mi-ha says, “See you next, next Saturday Y/n!”

“Don’t forget to bring whatever snacks you want!”

“Bwye, Awnty Y/n!” You waved to the three and exited the studio.

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“Good girl, Mochi!” You exclaimed jogging with your baby Pomeranian-Husky mix who was running beside you with her tiny legs. Giggling to yourself you picked her up walking her to the park that was by your apartment. Giving her treats as the two of you sat down on the grass, you looked around you to see the park with couples walking their dogs together, people running, or elderly sitting on the benches feeding the birds. You smiled down at the puppy who was gently gnawing at her treat, but her eyes started to droop, leaving her treat half in her mouth and half on the grass as she closed her eyes. You pat her head gently, only to stop when you heard a little yelp from behind you. Peering around you see a little Pomeranian and a little girl with pigtails bobbing behind it.

“Oh, hello there!” You smiled down at the dog, patting its head you noticed the dog staring at the treat in your hand, nudging its head towards it. You comply, as it ate the treat from your hand.

“Yeontan!” The little girl gasped, crouching down to the puppy, who yelped at her. Sighing she sat down with him, but looked up at you with a shy gaze, “Sowwy…”

You cooed at how cute she was, “Oh, don’t be! I have plenty of treats! Mochi is sleeping, she won’t mind!” Handing the little girl more treats for her dog.

“Tank you!” She placed another treat in Yeontan’s mouth, she looked behind her and sighed, “Tannie, Daddy go get mad at us fow wunning off again…” Her shoulders slumped as she placed the dog in her lap.

“Kim Aera!” A man came from behind the trees jogging towards the little girl.

“See, Tannie… He mad mad.” She sighed again, petting the dog.

As the man jogged closer you noticed that he was in baggy pants paired with a beige vest and a white t-shirt. He sported white shoes and many bracelets decorated his wrists. Puffing out air, he crouched down beside the little girl.

“Didn’t I tell you not to run off with Tannie like that?” He sighed, picking up the dog, “and you,” he looked down at the confused looking puppy, “you know better than to run away from your sister like that.” He scolded.

“Sowwy, daddy,” The little girl says making sad eyes at her father, “but! Pwetty yady keep com-com-com... pony!” You watched as the man paused and turned around to look at you. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, probably contacts, and his hair was fluffy. He was really attractive and seemed really young to be a father to a girl who couldn’t be any older than four years old.

“I see…” His eyes gazed into your own, gulping, he gave you a nervous smile, “I’m really sorry about Aera, she and Tannie have a habit of running off.” You laughed dusting off dirt as you stood to your full height. Your eyes widened when you notice that you were still peering up at the man.

Shoot, dude’s gotta be at least 6 feet.

Blushing you coughed, “It’s not a problem, really!” You smiled at him.

You see the child tug on her dad’s pants, he bent down and she whispered to him. His eyes bulging out of his sockets as he put Tannie down and dusted himself off.

“Sh—” He sighed, “I didn’t even introduce us,” He patted the little girl’s head, “This is my daughter Aera,” Aera smiled at you and gave you a wave, “This is Yeontan,” he pointed to the dog that was now laying beside Mochi, who stared with curious eyes at her companion laying beside her.

“And I’m Kim Taehyung.”

Drawing your attention to the model-like man, you smiled shyly, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks as he gave you a boxy grin.

“I’m Hyeon Y/n.” You peered behind you to the puppy that was nuzzling her face into Yeontan’s fur, “and that’s my puppy, Mochi.”

Aera squealed and bent down towards the two puppies, Mochi greeting her with many kisses. Taehyung smiled down at his daughter and looked back at you.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Y/n.” His deep voice rang in your ears again, “Thank you again for accompanying Aera while I looked for them.” You waved a hand.

“Really, Taehyung, it’s no worries, I love kids and puppies!” Gesturing to the three on the ground. Taehyung chuckled before looking back at you.

“We should get going, I’m sure you have things to do. Aera, Tannie.” Taehyung says as Aera patted Mochi’s head one last time before scooping up the Pomeranian and smiling at you.

“Tank you fow da tweats and watch me!” Aera says sweetly before pressing her cheeks against your legs and staring at you, “see you again?” Shocked you peered down at the little girl.

“Aera!” Taehyung exclaims, his cheeks tinted pink as he looked down at you, “I’m sorry—she—”

“Of course!” You smiled, crouching down to the little girl, “I actually hold painting classes at my studio, completely free every Saturday at 9!” You watched the little girl’s face brighten as she looked at her dad. Stunned with yourself you looked up at her dad too before uttering out, “only if it’s cool with your dad.”

“Daddy? Pwease, pwease, pwease! Paint, I paint!” Aera jumped excitedly as she asked for her father’s permission.

“I—” He starts looking down at his daughter’s bright eyes filled with excitement, “I—sure, why not?” He smiled down at his little girl. Aera rushed up to him and gave him a big squeeze, excitedly repeating tank you’s.

“Yay!” You perk up looking at the two, “I’ll see you two…on Saturday?”

“Yes! Next Saturday, though. We have prior arrangements, but next one for sure.” Taehyung says. You smiled.

“Next Saturday then.” You agreed.

“Great, uhm—” Taehyung begins, taking out his phone, “Do you mind if—Can I—May I have your number uhm so I know where your studio is?” He blushed facing his phone to you. You nodded frantically.

“Right! Uh—” You typed in your number giving his phone back to him, “Here you go!”

“Thanks,” He sighs, “for everything, we’ll see you not this week, but next!” You nodded your head.

“Of course! See you guys, it was nice to meet you three!”

“Likewise!” Taehyung said sending you a boxy grin, Aera having the same smile as her dad, the three walked off, while you picked up Mochi and headed to your apartment.

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19:21 08.25.21 ???: hey, thank you again for today. -taehyung.

19:25 08.25.21 y/n: hey, Taehyung! Really, it’s no problem!

19:26 08.25.21 Taehyung☺: Aera is super excited for next Saturday, you said it’s at 9am?

19:28 08.25.21 y/n: yeahp! Here’s the address of my studio xxx!

19:29 08.25.21 Taehyung☺: I was just about to ask, thank you! I’ll let you go, Aera can’t find her socks. Goodnight, y/n.

19:31 08.25.21 y/n: Oh no!!! Guess you gotta find those socks lol! And no problem, Taehyung. See you Saturday ((:

“Who are you smiling at?” Mi-ha’s voice scares you, causing you to tuck your phone away.

“Wha—me?” You blushed looking at your best friend who was carrying a sleepy Yoon-ji, “Just some guy I met at the park today.”

“A guy?!” Mi-ha screeched in a whisper. You nodded.

“Yeah, his daughter was chasing their dog and the dog stumbled upon me and Mochi.” You shrugged, “and before you ask,” Mi-ha’s mouth opened and closed, “yes, he’s unbelievably attractive.” You whine throwing your head back against your couch.

Mi-ha wiggled her eyebrows while heading for the door, “Ouuuu, does he have potential?” Shrugging your shoulders…

“Well—I just met him…” You sighed, “but… maybe? I don’t know.” You mumbled.

Taehyung is an attractive man, and just from meeting him and Aera today, you could already tell that the two were super sweet and super nice.

“Hm… Well, just play it by ear, I guess.” You watched as Mi-ha slipped into her shoes, still carrying a sleeping Yoon-ji, “You deserve to be happy, by the way. I just want you to be happy and in love.” You giggled.

“Yah,” You made your way to the door, “I’ll find it when I find it.” Smiling you gave Mi-ha a side hug as she made her way out of your apartment and down the hall towards her and Namjoon’s.

It was now Wednesday and you were in your studio with Mochi.

After a long week, you were excited to finally see Aera and Taehyung this coming Saturday. You and Taehyung have been texting back and forth during the week, getting to know each other a little more, and of course exchanging work stories for the day. Sometimes he’d text you good morning and good night as well, so you’d often times find yourself smiling constantly whenever you see his name pop up onto your screen. He was—is—such a good guy. The sweetest human you had ever met, and Aera was no different than her father. Some days, Taehyung would send you a picture of Aera, because she wanted to show you her new painting. You couldn’t help but feel all fuzzy and warm when you would receive a text from him. Sometimes he’d even tell you all about the important meetings he’d have and his success with collaborating with other big time fashion icons with upcoming collections for his new menswear line.

Today though, the museum had asked you to come up with a few pieces that could be showed in their gallery for the end of November. It wasn’t one of your art shows, so it wasn’t too demanding and you didn’t have to show face. However, you had to finish the pieces a month before the showcase. It never took you too long to finish a painting piece; you’ve always been creative and had an eye for art. This time you wanted to try something different. Many of your paintings were hung up on display in the museum, along with some of your photography pieces, so this time, you wanted to mix the two mediums in a way that’ll capture the uniqueness of your work.

You heard a quiet bark behind you to see Mochi wagging her tail looking up at you with curiosity. You bent down to pat her head and led her to her little bed in the corner of the studio. The minute she jumped into the large puppy bed; her eyes began to droop. Mochi was so tiny still, only 10 weeks old, that the large bed engulfs her tiny figure. Cooing at the adorable puppy, you went back to painting the large canvas. Humming along with the quiet radio in the background, you left some spaces open for the pictures that you need to take before pasting it onto the canvas too. You were in your own little world thinking about Yoon-ji’s party on Saturday. You had all her gifts ready, along with remembering to pick up her cookies that you had promised Mi-ha to pick up, since Namjoon had to go pick up the cake.

Taehyung then drifted into your mind. Encountering him two Saturday evenings ago, hadn’t stopped playing in your mind. He was the prettiest man you had ever met, and he sounded so humbled, soft-spoken with a very deep voice. He was enticing, and you couldn’t wait to see him again on Saturday. And Aera. Aera is probably the cutest little girl you had ever met, and that’s saying something because you worked with many kids, along with Yoon-ji –who is another very adorable child— but Aera’s features were striking. Definitely too pretty for a three-year-old. But now, with the fact that you two have been texting back and forth for about a week now, that really couldn’t be good for your heart. You’re really not the type to fall for someone quickly, you enjoy being single because it’s less complicated, but for some reason… You were just drawn to the strikingly handsome man.

You heard a knock at the door ripping you from your thoughts. Thinking you were hearing things, you continued painting… Until the knock came louder. Furrowing your eyebrows, you checked your watch, 10:17am, you weren’t expecting Mi-ha for another couple hours.

“Just a minute!” You called setting down your brush and wiping your hands on a rag that you retrieved from the top of your canvas. Pushing your hair out of your face, you reached the knob of the door and pulled it open to reveal the duo that clouded your thoughts just moments ago.

“Hi, Awnty Y/n!” Aera quipped brightly. Today, her hair was pulled up to one side, where she bore a purple bow. She was wearing loose jeans with a white shirt and denim jacket. Beside her stood Taehyung, handsome as ever. Today, he sported loose shorts and a black t-shirt. Super simple, but for some reason, super attractive.

“Oh my gosh, hey!” You peered down at your attire which consisted of leggings a baggy top, and your painting apron. Your cheeks heating up, “Sorry—gosh—I wasn’t expecting anyone today.” You smiled sheepishly as Taehyung quirked an eyebrow.

“No—no, it’s cool,” He gestured to Aera, “We were in the area picking up some food and we thought that we’d come say hi.” Aera thrusted a small box towards you.

“Yeah! We bwought some cookies!” Aera says, “Daddy say that pwetty giwls need deli…” Aera paused, scrunching her eyebrows, “delis-eowus cookies,” She confidently smiles, “so Daddy call da-da cookie stow and buy his favowite cookies fow you! He no let me have any and say that he buy some fow me next time, because he want to buy just fow humph—” Taehyung gently cupped his hand over his daughter’s lips, chuckling nervously to himself.

“Hahahaha, oh Aera, you’re so funny!” Taehyung coughed out, his cheeks turning slightly pink, “Kids…” He trails off giving you a boyish grin. Releasing his hand from his daughter’s mouth, Aera seemed to have forgotten what she was talking about as she squealed seeing Mochi. Bouncing her way towards the sleeping puppy, you turned your attention back to Taehyung.

“That’s really sweet of you guys! You didn’t have to buy me anything, a simple ‘hello’ would have sufficed, or even a text to let me know you were both coming today.” You nudged his arm, spinning around, you gestured him to follow you as you placed the gifted cookies in the small kitchen of your studio.

Taehyung shrugged, “We figured you’d be too busy for a text, so we kinda dropped by as a surprise…” Smiling you opened the box of cookies, taking three out and putting them on a plate that you keep in the cupboards. “She hasn’t stopped talking about you since last Saturday.” He confessed.

Smiling up at the handsome man, you place the cookies in front of the two of you, “That’s so cute!” You gushed, pushing the plate towards him; he happily accepts a cookie, taking a bite. Walking over to Aera and Mochi, you handed her the small plate with the cookie on it. Luckily Mochi didn’t notice that there was food on the plate and Aera quickly took the sweet treat and popped half of it in her mouth.

“Were we interrupting? We could—”

“Oh! No—” You started, seeing worry flash through Taehyung’s eyes, “No—don’t worry about it! I’m almost done anyways.” Taehyung visibly sighed a breath of relief as he peered around your studio.

“Your paintings are really good.” He observed staring at your almost finished canvas and your other completed works that were hung up around the room.

“Thanks, they really don’t take much time for me, I guess I’m one of the lucky few that were able to get somewhere with their hobby.” You shrugged staring at Taehyung.

“You really are talented,” He turns around to face you, “What else do you do? I know you said this is basically your job… But you seem like the type to have a lot of things going on?” You laughed.

Funny that you both have been getting to know each other during the week, but you had never asked what he did. Your conversations would always end up with work stories, but you both never really spoke about what you both truly do.

“You’re a gifted observer,” You teased, “Other than holding a bunch of different art classes, I work part-time at the hospital.” Taehyung’s eyebrows raised.

“What do you do in the hospital?”

“Anesthesiologist Assistant.” You smiled; Taehyung’s eyes grew wider before showcasing an impressive grin.

“Huh,” He smirked, “You’re quite the character huh, but don’t take this the wrong way,” He trailed, “but aren’t you quite young?” You giggled to yourself.

“I get that a lot,” You start before washing the paint brushes that were on your counter, “I actually graduated high school and university fairly early. I was turning 16 when I finished high school, took my MCAT at 18, got my undergrad at 20, and settled for an assistant rather than an actual MD, but still had to go through the same process.” You finished looking up at Taehyung. He held an impressed expression the whole time and smiled at your back story.

“That’s actually insane,” He chuckled, “You make me sound less successful than you!” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“OH—please don’t compare yourself to me! It really is nothing.” You blushed, now drying your paintbrushes.

“Intelligent, talented, beautiful, and humble?” Taehyung questioned, “You really are a man’s dream, Y/n.”

You blushed profusely, “Oh please, look at yourself Mr. Kim.” You teased, “What is it that you do by the way? Seems only fair that you tell me about yourself since I just told you my life’s story!”

Taehyung’s laughter boomed throughout your studio, “I’m actually the CEO of Gucci Korea.” It was your turn to gasp.

“Gucci—” You choked, “CEO…? Korea?!” You stuttered, feeling intimidated.

Taehyung chuckled, “Yes, CEO of Gucci Korea.”

“But? You’re so young!” You sputtered out.

“Ah, Ms. Y/n, you can’t possibly think that you were the only child prodigy, did you?” He teased, but before you could voice out an apology, he continued, “Much like you, I graduated at a young age as well!”

You were in awe, man’s was smart, handsome, and freaking humble?? Where has he been all your life.

“I’m 25 by the way.” He winked before going over to get Aera who seemed to have fallen asleep next to Mochi. Smiling at the two, you watched as he lifted her into his arms and walked back towards you.

“I’m really sorry to cut this short—I’m needed back at the office—but hopefully we’ll have more time to get to know each other more, in person at least?” He asked with a hopeful smile. Nodding your head, embarrassingly fast, you led them to the door.

“Yes—I mean, yeah—sure! I’d love that.” You sputtered, “Thank you for dropping by… and for these amazing cookies.” You gestured behind you to the opened cookie box on your kitchen island.

“Of course, it was our pleasure.” Taehyung winked, causing you to blush again, “We’ll see you on Saturday? For the painting lessons?”

You nodded, “Of course, see you then, Taehyung!” You watched as the man headed out of your studio and you shut the door. Catching your breath, you couldn’t help but smile. Was he flirting with you? Or was he just being nice?

“Mi-ha!” You called while greeting the parents, yet again, this beautiful Saturday. Smiling and waving, you held small chat with some of the parents as their kids ran past you and to Mi-ha.

“Don’t worry, I got them!”

You sighed in relief, a smile returning to your face as you continued to greet the parents. As you watched each child enter, along with their parents, you failed to see the familiar tall man that had captured your attention with the few interactions you had with him and his adorable little girl. You couldn’t help but briefly look around the parents in front of you as you greeted them, in hopes to find the boxy grin that had been haunting your mind as of late, only to be disappointed with the bright blue sky outside the door. Sighing, you watched the last parent leave, walking them out the door, you peered around one last time in hopes to find the little girl and her father. To your dismay, your eyes were greeted with an empty street and nothing but cool air kissing your face. Frowning, you headed back inside your studio; Mi-ha already starting the class for you while the kids waited. You sat down on your bench, watching Mi-ha take over the class for today, since you two alternated each Saturday.

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed, you had just seen them a few days ago, but when Taehyung had said he’d be seeing you Saturday—and he did state Aera has been talking about you nonstop—you had hoped they’d be the very first people to be at your studio door… Yet you haven’t seen them; no boxy smiles and no text messages either, you’d think that Taehyung would have texted you to let you know that they were going to be late or maybe that Aera—or himself—have changed their minds in coming; you were hoping to have at least a head’s up so that you didn’t get your hopes up.

Why were you even concerned? Dang it, Y/n, you encounter the family and received cookies from them once, and you’re hung up on seeing both of them. Maybe they were just too polite to decline your offer, after all, Taehyung is a busy man; He’s running Korea’s biggest fashion line and he’s a father. Maybe he’s still with Aera’s mother, but you never recalled seeing a ring, or him speaking of her… But maybe that was it, had you overstepped a line with flirting? But he was flirting too? Wasn’t he?

The frown etched onto your face deepened, while you thought about all the possibilities as to why you hadn’t heard from Taehyung today. Biting your lip, you got off your chair and headed over to the little girls and boys that were happily painting away on their canvas’. Faking a smile, you crouched down to each individual and complimented their art works, earning massive grins from the children. Your heart still tightening as you gazed at the door from time to time, in hopes you’d hear a knock, but it never came.

“Y/n?” You heard Mi-ha’s voice. You peered up at her with a small smile, brushing off your pants, you stood up beside her.

“What’s up?”

“I think the parents are here, Yoon-ji and I can clean up here, you okay to get her cookies?” You looked at the clock—Oh wow, has it really been 2 hours?­­—you nodded shaking your head. Time really flew today.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll bring them over! I’ll see you guys at your apartment!” Shrugging off your apron, you smiled at the kids, waving goodbyes to hear little voices of “bye Ms. Y/n!” as you opened the door to let parents in. Peering down at your phone you see unopened messages from non-other than the man you had hoped to see today. Reluctantly you opened it.

11:10am 09.04.21 Taehyung☺: I’m so sorry, Y/n, Aera really wanted to attend today, but I had forgotten that Aera and I had breakfast with her mother today at the same time ):

11:11am 09.04.21 Taehyung☺: I was going to text you earlier, but we were in a rush and I completely forgot to tell you.

11:11am 09.04.21 Taehyung☺: I’m really sorry… Next week??

11:13am 09.04.21 Taehyung☺: You’re probably still with the kids… Text me when you get these? Aera and I would really love to make it up to you.

Frowning at the texts, you opt to locking your phone and sliding it back into your pocket.

You knew that there was a possibility that Taehyung was probably married; he has a kid. You probably shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up with him, seeing as you had literally just met that guy—despite you texting. But anyone with eyes could fall easily for a successful and humbled CEO such as himself. You were scolding yourself for falling for his boxy smile and his kindness so quickly, that you felt as if you were a teenager falling in love.

Walking towards the cookie place that Mi-ha had ordered Yoon-ji’s birthday treats, you were gazing at all the couples that were roaming the streets. Letting out a sad sigh, you continued your way. Your heart still feeling the aches of being let down by the guy that you potentially began liking… Maybe liking, you weren’t exactly sure what it was, but you knew that this man was on your mind. Constantly.

The sign of the dessert place is now in your line of vision, so you picked up your pace in hopes to forget the numbness you were feeling in your heart. Goodness, this wasn’t even a date, it’s not like you were stood up.

Upon entering the little store, the workers smiled and waved as you accepted the order for your best friend. Walking out, you couldn’t help but deflate. As if this man is consuming your thoughts the way he has. You’ve met over a week ago, and yet he’s running through your mind like clockwork. Not just him, but sweet Aera… You couldn’t help but fall in love with the sweet little girl; the cutest, most polite 3-year-old you had ever met, besides Yoon-ji, but nonetheless, you enjoyed the little girls presence just as much as you enjoyed her father’s.

Shaking your head from your thoughts, you headed towards your apartment. Times like these is when you’re grateful that your best friend and Namjoon have decided to stay in their apartment complex down the hall from yours. Of course, eventually the family of three will move out, but as of right now, it was nice to have them so close to you… Especially seeing as you’re still a bachelorette.

As you walked towards Mi-ha’s apartment complex, you could hear many people talking and socializing, unsure of who is all invited, your heartrate picked up slightly at the thought of finally meeting Joon’s friends. It has been a long time coming, but it still made you nervous to meet new people. Would they like you? Will they hate you? What if you don’t like them? Your thoughts disappeared as you come face to face with Mi-ha’s apartment door. Apparently, your hand had a mind of its own, your own fist knocking on the door loudly.

Expecting Mi-ha or Joon, you were surprised to be greeted with a man with blue hair with a bunny smile.

“You must be Mi-ha noona’s friend, Y/n!!!” The man states, gesturing you to enter. You bowed with a small smile tugging at your lips to see a group of men and women around your age—maybe slightly older—gathered around Mi-ha’s kitchen.

“Hey, Y/n!” Mi-ha waved you over, standing next to her were 3 other women who looked at you with warm smiles. As you approached, Mi-ha gestured to the women, “Y/n, please meet mine and Joon’s friends! Everyone,” Mi-ha turned towards the men on the couch, “please come introduce yourselves to my best friend from college!”

Feeling heat coming up to engulf your cheeks, you smiled shyly at everyone. As you stood next to Mi-ha, the men from the couches stood next to what you assumed to be their wives or girlfriends.

“You’re Y/n?!” The girl with a long bob squeals, “Mi-ha talks about you so much! I’m so excited to finally meet you! My name is Rae and this is my husband Hoseok,” The couple pulled you into a tight hug, before turning around and gesturing to a little boy who was sitting next to Yoon-ji on the floor in front of the tv, “and that little boy by Yoonie is our son, Mujin!”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Rae and Hoseok!” You smiled at the two.

“Hobi!” Hoseok chuckled, “Please, call me Hobi. Hoseok is way too formal for me!” He finishes wrapping his arm around Rae. Nodding in agreement you smiled.

“It’s so great to finally meet you, Y/n!” A girl with long, blonde-dyed hair smiled at you, “My name is Sarang, and this is my husband Jin!” Gesturing to the blonde-haired man next to her, “We’re the elders of the group, only by a smidge!” She winked, earning a laugh from her husband. Clinging onto Sarang was a little girl and clinging to Jin was a little boy.

“These two are Ji-hoon and Yuna, our 4-year-old twins!” Jin exclaims, picking up the boy.

“Very nice to meet you guys!” You smiled, “Hello Ji-hoon and Yuna!” You waved at the two children who greeted you with claps of their hands and little hello’s.

“Hi, noona, I’m Jungkook!” The blue-haired man smiled at you, “This is my girlfriend Haru, and this is our son, Youngji.” The beautiful girl beside him with dark brown hair, that reached just below her ribcage, was holding a little boy no older than 2 years old.

“Super excited to finally meet you! You’re stunning!” Haru gushes while bouncing the sleeping boy in her arms.

“It’s nice to meet you three! You have a beautiful family!” You say to the couple with a grin, “but you don’t need to call me Noona, Jungkook… You’re older than me!”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, “Huh?”

Nodding, “Yeah, I’m only 22! I think I remember Mi-ha telling me that all of Joon’s friends and their wives/girlfriends range from 23-28!” You quipped with a small smile. Jungkook fist bumped the air and shrieked “I’m finally not the youngest!”, causing everyone to laugh.

Lastly you were engulfed in a hug by two women that had two men trailing behind them.

“Hello Y/n! My name is Seung and this is my husband Yoongi!” The man with a gummy smile waved as he hugged his wife’s waist, “our daughter Nari is here somewhere…” She trails looking around the apartment, “uhm… you’ll meet her later!” Chuckling you smiled.

“Hi!” A girl with straight pink hair waves, while the blonde man behind her gave you a shy smile, “I’m Hyuna, and this is Jimin!” Peering around her, she scrunched her eyebrows together, “I think we lost ours, Chim…” She whispered to the man beside her who frantically looked around the room. Sighing he gestures to the little girl cuddled up against a pillow on the couch.

“She’s so tiny, I can’t see her sometimes,” Jimin chuckled, “our daughter Soomi is 1, so she… kinda likes to just sleep a lot right now.” He chuckles quietly.

“It’s very nice to meet you all!” You smiled at everyone, “Your kids are adorable!”

“Aish,” Namjoon circles around the table to stand behind Mi-ha, “We’re missing one more little family… They should be here—”

“Sorry, we’re late!” A familiar voice echoes throughout the complex, which made you freeze in your spot. Quietly turning around, you face the man that’s been consuming your thoughts every waking hour. He was breathing heavily with his arms wrapped around his daughter who was cradled into her father’s neck, slumped over in his arms. His hair slicked back, unlike the mess of curls they were a few days ago. His eyes locked on yours with his mouth slightly agape.

“Here he is!” Joon cheered, clasping his hand around the man’s shoulder, “Y/n, this is Taehyung and Aera!”

To say you were surprised was an understatement. What were the odds that the man that was clouding your every waking thought, would stand before you AND is best friends with your best friend’s husband? That was just too weird…

The fact that your eyes were blown out of your head, along with Taehyung look like a deer in headlights, Aera was the one to break your staring war with Taehyung, when she sleepily turned around in her father’s arms but her eyes immediately widening as soon as she spots you.

“Awnty Y/n!” Aera struggles against Taehyung’s hold, dropping down from his arms and running towards you and clasped her little arms around your leg. Gazing down at the little girl, a small smile etched its way onto your face, bending down to engulf her in your arms.

“Hey, cutie!” She giggled as your hair brushed against her face, “Missed your face today!” You whispered into her ear, trying hard to cover up the sound of disappointment. The little girl pouted and stared at you.

“I’m sowwy, Daddy fowgot that we go out wit Mommy fow bweakfas,” Aera states sadly, “Daddy say he text you.”

You nodded, “Yeah, he did. I’ve—” you paused as you noticed from the corner of your eyes that Taehyung perked up, probably wondering why you hadn’t texted back if you got his messages, “I was super busy today.” You finished.

“Okay wait—” Mi-ha interrupted as you stood up from hugging Aera, “Y/n, you’ve met Taehyung and Aera?”

Nodding sheepishly, Mi-ha put two and two together and her eyes widened.

“Y/n and I met in the park a few weeks back.” You heard Taehyung say. The rest of the group giggled and chuckled.

“What a small world.” Namjoon laughed. Feeling awkward—along with feeling Taehyung’s eyes on you the entire time—you decided to gesture to Yoon-ji.

“Well—it’s someone’s birthday!” You turned away and picked up Yoon-ji from the living room, “Let’s blow out some candles and eat some cake!”

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“It was actually really funny,” Hyuna giggled, “Chim and I weren’t friends at all! He was that cool jock guy in college, and I was just admiring him from afar. He was also so mean too!” You giggled along with the girls, as Hyuna continued her story about how her and Jimin ended up together.

“—low and behold, we went to the same frat party, hooked up, and I guess Jimin couldn’t help but keep talking to me so… Here we are!”

“That’s actually really cute,” You sighed, looking at Mi-ha, who was eying you wearily. Since she is your best friend, she could tell that your demeanor had changed ever since a handsome dad walked into their apartment.

If it was obvious to anyone, it was especially obvious to Mi-ha, that something was bothering you. You had become a little quieter ever since the father and daughter—that you were hoping to see that same day in your art studio—had joined the party. You were sneaking glances at Aera’s dad while he was manspreading on the couch chit chatting with his best buds. You shouldn’t be feeling this way, you couldn’t like Taehyung in that way. Not only was he a father with an adorable little girl that you very much enjoy being around, but it was clear that the mother is, in fact, still in the picture—despite the fact that he doesn’t wear a wedding band on his ring finger. You know you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up that you possibly found someone that you were so into. You couldn’t possibly like him after the few encounters you’ve had. You’re being ridiculous. What were you? A girl in high school?

“Y/n?”

Snapping out of your trance, you stared at Mi-ha, who was staring at you with worry, “Are you alright?”

Were you?

The man that ultimately had you pining over him was in the same room as you, the same man that had promised to see you today after dropping off cookies at your art studio the week before because he was in the area. How could you be fine? Maybe he was just being nice, you thought. He never gave you a reason to think he was even single. Sure, it seemed like he was flirting—and sure he bought you cookies… But again, he never gave you a reason to think he was remotely interested in you, he was just being nice.

“Never better.” You forced a smile. Mi-ha looked skeptical; she knew you weren’t okay.

“We can talk…” Mi-ha offers, giving you a sympathetic look. You shrugged, you could feel a certain individual’s eyes on you, but you refused to look his way. You weren’t mad per say, but you weren’t exactly feeling the greatest. You didn’t know how you were supposed to act now. How were you expected to react when you literally just found out that the guy you were constantly thinking about was best friends with your friend! Alright, that’s enough. You wanted to hurl, you wanted to scream, just disappear. You were still unsure why you were so hurt by not seeing him today, maybe it was still the fact that he could’ve texted you sooner, or maybe he should’ve stopped giving you mixed signals… Who just casually buys you their favorite cookies and delivers it to you just because he was in the area???

Having enough of feeling like complete ass. You turned to Mi-ha, “I think I’m gonna head out early, I’m not really feeling well.” You gave a small smile to Mi-ha.

“Are you sure? I can drop—”

“No, it’s okay!” You rushed out, “I’ll see you Monday! Thanks for the invite.”

Giving Mi-ha a tight-lipped smile, you turned to the rest of the group, “I’m going to head out now!” A chorus of boos and no’s erupted from the group, Taehyung keeping his eyes trained to the floor, not uttering a word. To say you were even more disappointed was an understatement. You didn’t quite know what you were expecting from him, but you sure as hell wasn’t expecting him to remain quiet or to completely ignore you the whole time. Your heart clenched, yet again, but you shoved the feeling away as the rest of the girls gave you group hugs.

“Please!!! Let’s all hang out! This was so much fun!” Haru exclaims jumping up and down.

“Oh my gosh, yes, yes!!!” Seung exclaims, “Oh, do you mind giving us your number?” Thrusting her phone in your face you giggled, typing in your number, and giving it back.

“It was really great to meet you, Y/n!” Rae smiles warmly, while Hyuna and Sarang nod in agreement, “We hope to see you soon!” The rest of the boys waved at your departure, while Taehyung remained silent, but now was shuffling around the kitchen, pretending as if you were already gone.

Ouch.

Saying your final goodbyes, you attempted to make it out of the door quickly, trying to leave before you could feel the ache in your chest grow heavier with every movement towards the door. Trying to keep your breathing as normal as possible, you felt a little fingers wrap around your pants, gently tugging at you. Squeezing your eyes shut to try and rid yourself from the unnecessary tears that were willing to fall, you peered down to see Aera shyly smiling up at you.

“Bye awnty, Y/n,” As if your heart couldn’t hurt more. “I see you swoon?” Her big eyes that shimmered with hope stared right back at you.

Please, stab my heart some more, Aera, you thought.

Unsure of what to say, you ruffled her hair, “Sure, sweets. Soon.” And with that Aera lets go of your pants running back towards Yoon-ji to continue playing.

Without another glance, you exited the apartment with a shaky breath, and making your way to your own apartment down the hall. Flashes of Taehyung’s face appeared in your mind as you walked towards the end of the hall and to your apartment complex; the way he had smiled at you at the park when you had first met, the way he looked so interested when you were exchanging information in your studio, the cute text messages he would send throughout the day… All of that was now clouded by the way he looked at you with surprise when he had first entered the apartment, the way he wouldn’t meet your eyes from across the room, the way he had his muscular back faced towards you—as if he was deliberately trying to find every excuse not to look at you. You didn’t think that letting down bits of your wall and opening up to someone that had made you happy would’ve backfired on you. Especially when he had been so inviting, so sweet, and so interested… but maybe he truly wasn’t into you that way.

Upon finally stumbling into your apartment, you shut the door quietly. Sliding down the smooth, cold surface of the wooden barricade that divided you from the comfort of your own home to the hallway, the tears flowed down your cheeks; your hands finding a way onto your face as your sobs filled the quiet space of your home, and pieces of your heart breaking for the man that sat with his daughter just down the hall.

Waking up the next morning was dreadful. Absolutely awful.

Your eyes were sealed shut due to the mass amount of crying you had done the night before. You were being pathetic, you knew that. You have no reason to be hung up on this guy when you have a whole life ahead of you. Well… a whole life, you’re only 22. But seeing that you had met all of Mi-ha’s and Namjoon’s friends, you felt as if you were behind. They were only a few years older than you, and they all seemed to have stable jobs—which you have—their own forever homes, and a little family.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you really didn’t feel like going to your studio today, luckily for you though, you had your own little makeshift studio in your apartment. It wasn’t as large, obviously, as your actual studio, but it does the job when you feel like staying at home to get some work done. Sometimes, you find that you get more work done at home than you do in your studio.

You here Mochi padding her way through the hallway and towards your bedroom. Watching as your bedroom door creaked open, you were greeted by the little puppy at the foot of the door, curiously examining around the room to find your eyes. As if the stars in her blue eyes weren’t bright enough, the moment she saw you, you could’ve sworn you saw the galaxy in them. Mochi trotted her way towards the little stairs by your bed, struggling to get up them, she growled in annoyance and plopped down by your side. Your little pup gazes at you with a questioning look, almost as if you ask if you were okay. You had been told before that most animals feel the emotions radiating off their owners, but you hadn’t really believed in that. Until now.

Mochi’s eyes drooped, almost forming a sad expression and nudged her little head against your hand with a tiny whine. If you had thought that you were all cried out from last nights fiasco, you were terribly wrong. As soon as Mochi crawled her way onto your lap to snuggle closer, the tears began to from and roll down your face. Choking out tiny sobs, Mochi continued to snuggle closer in attempts to comfort you.

You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had cried this hard—let alone over a man. Maybe you were just so used to having such high expectations that the other men that you had dated, or had gone out with, just never had this type of affect on you. You were always used to being let down, anyways. So, what really made Taehyung any different? Why had you gotten your hopes up? Was it his constant texts that had you unknowingly falling for him? Was it Aera who seemed to have idolized you? Was it the kind gesture of buying you cookies that had made you think about a potential future with him? A future where, in a perfect world, Taehyung was your husband and Aera as your step-daughter coming to visit you during your workdays with the same batch of cookies that they had delivered to you on that Wednesday?

But that’s all it is, right? Just wishful thinking, hoping, that the guy that had made you fall in love with his charms, his devilishly handsome good looks, and his kind heart—hoping that he was the one for you, hoping that he was the one to love you unconditionally. But that’s all it was.

Wishful thinking.

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“—so, are you going to tell me what’s going on or…”

Mi-ha had dropped by with Yoon-ji to come check up on you. When she headed towards the studio, but didn’t see any lights on, she knew you were cooped up in your apartment complex. So, it really wasn’t a surprise when she had knocked on your door to see your eyes swollen and red with your hair up in the messiest bun she had ever seen, and a paint brush in your hands. Like the best friend she is, she gave you a sympathetic smile, but didn’t comment—at least not until now.

You had continued painting one of the art pieces that you had began working on. Getting lost in the strokes of your brush to numb the pain in your chest, sniffling here and there, yet no tears had fallen. You were finally all cried out. Nonetheless though, your eyes still stung, as if it were trying to produce some form of waterworks, but you know that you really couldn’t cry anymore. Dabbing your under-eyes and feeling the sting from how raw the skin was from all your continuous rubbing.

“There’s nothing going on.” You croaked, still facing your canvas, and ignoring the presence of your best friend that stood behind your easel with her sleeping toddler in the little bean bag chair that you have in your art room.

“Cut the bullshit,” Mi-ha snaps quietly, “Have you forgotten we’ve been best friends for so long? I know when something’s wrong, what did Taehyung do?”

Pausing your brush strokes, “How did—”

“Please,” Mi-ha comes around to lean against your easel, “anyone with eyes knew something was off between you two. What happened, Y/n?”

So, you told her.

Your first encounter with him at the park, your constant text messaging, how he had dropped by as a surprise. You told her how you were confused, how could you fall for someone so fast? You were choking on sobs again, but still no tears have fallen from your eyes.

You felt pathetic. But bless your best friend as she continued to listen to your confused self, rubbing your back and whispering encouraging words. By the end of your talk, Mi-ha gives you a soft smile.

“Oh, baby…” She says in hushed tones, “You’ve got it bad…”

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colours (2) - kth

pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): angst, unprotected sex (safe sex is sexy, pls be safe), heavy making out, orgasm denial, oral (f. receiving), fingering, missionary, dry humping, exhibitionism (just a splash lol), mature language (cussing), dirty talk, cream pie.

word count: 7.4k

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11:02 10.14.21 Mi-ha❣: are y’all ready??? If I don’t leave soon, Joon’s gnna tag me with Yoonie, and mama needs to get away ))):

11:06 10.14.21 Rae-Rae: yah! Tell Joon to suck it up and give Yoonie some juice to cope with your absence.

11:07 10.14.21 Haru bby: @Rae, Yoonie doesn’t even like juice, what kinda aunt are you wtf

11:14 10.14.21 Hyunnnna: lmfao, chill tf out, are you ready @y/n? We’re almost at your house???

11:23 10.14.21 Seung: wait, Yuna’s getting y/n???

11:25 10.14.21 Sarang: smh, didn’t we talk about this already? I was getting Mi-ha, Haru and Rae. Hyuna is getting you and Y/n.

11:26 10.14.21 Seung: OHHHH, shit that’s right LOL.

11:37 10.14.21 Y/n: SORRY, I just finished! I’m good to go!

You slipped your phone in your pocket as you waited by your window to watch out for Sarang.

The girls and you had planned a date together to do some shopping and lunch. Mi-ha had thought it’d be a great idea to get your mind off of a certain man that had your mind in jumbles. It’s been a few weeks now, and there was still no contact from Taehyung, and you hadn’t really been hanging out with everyone, other than just the girls; you really weren’t in the mood to see him, especially seeing as he made no effort to talk to you at all, or follow up on making it up to you, so why should you?

To say that you were disappointed was an understatement, you wanted nothing more than for Taehyung to text you or to come drop by your work like he had done in the past, but of course, that was just wishful thinking.

Seeing a red car pull up and a ping sounding from your phone, you assumed that it was Hyuna, you rushed out of your apartment, the door slamming shut behind you, as you rushed down to the entrance where two cars waited out front for you.

“Let’s go, chica!!!” Hyuna called rolling down her window, as the rest of the girls cheered with your arrival. Climbing in the car, Hyuna smiles at you through the rear-view mirror, and you all headed for the mall.

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“Wait—” Seung leans forward, “Y/n already knew Tae?”

Once all of you had finished shopping, you all headed to lunch, a little shop that had a variety of home cooked Korean foods. It was a fun day, you couldn’t deny that, but you dreaded the idea of attending lunch, since you knew what the topic of conversation would be. The girls weren’t stupid, and you were sure Mi-ha would’ve informed them of your sudden leave at Yoon-ji’s party. So, when Sarang had asked you if there was something going on between you and Taehyung—you allowed yourself to tell them exactly what you had told Mi-ha.

“Yeah…” You mumbled sipping water, as the rest of the girls stared at you in awe.

“No wonder it was so awkward!” Rae states, “You could cut the tension with a knife!”

“But Aera was so excited to see you?” You turned to look at Haru, “She adores you; you know?” You quietly nodded at the girls, unsure of what else to say. The rest of the girls gave you a sad smile, but you shrugged it off, “It’s okay, it’s whatever.” Picking at your food, you continued to shovel pieces of japchae into your mouth.

“He’s not with anyone, Y/n…” Hyuna reassures you, “and he’s definitely not trying to bring Aera’s mother into their lives again, I can promise you that.” She gently grips your shoulder, giving it a squeeze and a small grin. Returning her sweet smile, you nodded your head with a shrug.

“I’m okay now, I promise.” You whispered, but enough for the whole table to hear, “Just not getting my hopes up again.” Nodding at the rest of the girls, you excused yourself to head towards the washroom, leaving the rest of the girls to talk amongst themselves while they wait for you.

“I can’t help but feel like,” Seung pauses, “Like they’re meant to be. When was the last time Taehyung had spoken to a woman? Let alone let her meet Aera?”

“That’s not the same thing, Seung,” Mi-ha interrupts, “Aera met her at a park, then she met Tae. He didn’t exactly have a choice in whether or not Aera would meet her.”

Haru tsked, “Right, but Taehyung didn’t have to continue texting her.”

“He also didn’t have to drop by the studio and bring her his favorite cookies.” Rae added, “Regardless, I really think that these two need to get together…” Rae’s face scrunches as she whips out her phone as the rest of the girls groaned, “What?”

“You’re plotting…” Mi-ha glares, “I can sense it…” Rae giggles before taking a quick look around and leaning into the center of the table, motioning for the rest of the girls to do the same.

When you rounded the corner, you saw the girls all straightening up and sending you wide grins. You cautiously walked towards your table and stared at the rest of the girls, Rae in particular because she was sporting a mischievous aura, that you weren’t sure you’d like.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” Mi-ha snickers, while Haru bites her lip from grinning, and the rest of the girls smirk in your direction.

“How do you feel about amusement parks?”

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“Go round?” Mujin asks as he tugs on Rae’s hand, gesturing towards the carousal, “Mommy, go round!” He pouts looking up at Rae.

“Okay, just hold on Muji.” Rae picks up the little boy, “We have to wait for everyone first, okay?” Mujin sucks his bottom lip into his mouth before nodding sadly as he rests his head on her shoulders.

When the girls has asked what you thought of amusement parks, you didn’t actually think that you were going to head there right after lunch, with the boys and the kids. Arriving at the park, and still oblivious, you were somewhat excited. You hadn’t been to the park in such a long time, that you were ready to become a child again for the remainder of the day. However, you were surprised to see a familiar set of boys and children, running around the entrance of the park, only for you to stare at the girls with furrowed brows, all of them giving you a sheepish grin.

You had been waiting inside the park for everyone to get a wristband, the last people at the entrance were Mi-ha, Joon, and Yoonie, and once they entered, you could feel your heart jump in excitement. Peering around, you hadn’t seen a certain little family, and you couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed. Regardless of the mishap between you and Taehyung, you did miss Aera’s presence, and his too, but you weren’t about to tell anyone that.

“Where to first?” Namjoon asks as he holds Yoon-ji’s hand.

“Go round!” Mujin exclaims struggling to get out of his mom’s hold, squirming and huffing in frustration, “go round!”.

Jin laughs at the little boy, “Okay Muji, let’s go to the go round!” Jin wheels the twin’s in their little wagon heading towards the marry-go-round, with Nari and Yoon-ji trailing closely behind.

“Ah, sorry Soomi,” Hyuna coos at the squirming one-year old as she attempts to get out of her own mother’s arm to follow her older cousins, “you’re too small, sweets. How about we go on to the playground?” Soomi’s face immediately lightens up as she hears the word playground, earning a giggle from Jimin.

“Wait where’s—” Jungkook begins but was stopped immediately by a familiar voice.

“There you guys are!” Turning around you see Taehyung jogging towards the remaining people of your group, Aera tightly holding onto his hand.

“Tae! Where were you guys?” Hobi asks, leaning in for a hug.

“We were by the carousel, Jin-hyung said the rest of you guys were near the entrance!” Taehyung’s eyes drifted away from Hobi’s to find yours. You felt your heart stop briefly before he gave you a small grin. However, being the spiteful bitch you were, sometimes, your eyes averted from his to look at the scenery behind him; you could almost feel the immediate frown the etched it’s way onto his handsome face as you brushed aside his attempt to get your attention.

“Hi, Ms. Y/n!!!” You suddenly feel little arms wrap themselves around your legs, only to be greeted with the same familiar boxy grin.

“Hello Aera,” You squat down to the little girl’s height, “How’ve you been?” Aera clasps her hands together, her eyes in crescents as she stares at you.

“Gwood!” She states, playing with her pigtails, “Miss you…” She trails off, nervously swaying, “Daddy n' me go studio, two Satudays, but you not dehw…” This was news to you.

It was true, you hadn’t been to your studio for the past few Saturdays, opting to just work at home with the gallery pieces that needed to be worked on, you decided that Mi-ha could run the classes; on top of that, you really didn’t want to risk running into Taehyung… You weren’t ready yet, you weren’t ready now, but it seems that life had other plans.

“Daddy aways gets sad when he dwop me off,” Aera whispers to you, “I tink he want to see you, but you jus never dawe.” Aera peers around her to see that her father wasn’t paying attention to her, but rather to Namjoon, so she continues.

“Want to see you too…” She trails off with a pout that made your heart break. You didn’t realize that the little girl had grown that much of a liking towards you, and selfishly you avoided her like the plague because you couldn’t face the humiliation of seeing her father.

How could you do such a thing like that to the sweetest three-year-old?

“I’m sorry Aera,” You whispered, pulling her in for a hug, “How about I take you on some rides? Do you like bumper cars? We can get some cotton candy too.” You watched as her eyes drift up towards you with a gleeful smile, returning your hug.

“Can ask Daddy? He want to come too!” Before you could persuade her that you wanted her to yourself, she bounced out of your grasp and towards the angelic man that stood only a few feet away. You watched her tug on her father’s leg, as she flails her arms with a grin on her face. You couldn’t help but noticed Taehyung’s uncomfortable expression with what you could only assume was Aera asking her father to join the two of you. Feeling your palms becoming sweaty, shifting on your feet, and looking at anywhere but him, you heard the sound of shoes hitting the pavement.

“Uhm—” His baritone voice filled your ears, “Aera insisted that I join you two… I hope that’s okay.” You could hear how his voice becoming quieter as he talked, probably feeling just as awkward as you.

“Y-yeah…” You hesitantly tuck a strand of your hair behind your ears, still avoiding his gaze, “you’re her dad after all.”

“Go, go!” Aera escapes her dad’s grasp and lunged for your hand, dragging you towards the bumper cars, “We go bump car!” Giggling to yourself, you allowed the little girl to pull you towards her choice of ride, with Taehyung tailing behind the two of you.

In a perfect world, this is the sight Taehyung wanted to see; You and his entire world getting along perfectly, in such harmony, almost as if you were Aera’s mother. In a perfect world, you and Taehyung would’ve been together since the first he met you in the park, you two would be happy and raising Aera together. In a perfect world, you and Taehyung would be living in his home, waking up next to each other every morning, kissing you every chance he got, spending time with you and Aera, just the three of you, like the little family he’d always dreamed of having. In this short amount of time, you had clouded his thoughts every single day since that one fateful day in the park, and he wanted nothing more than to be with you, to hold your hand, to show you off to the whole world; but this wasn’t a perfect world and because Taehyung was such a coward, too scared to approach you, he wasn’t sure if he was capable of achieving that dream anymore, especially with the way you had done your absolute best to avoid him.

Taehyung hadn’t heard from you in weeks; you left his messages unanswered and on read, so he left you alone. He was a man, you couldn’t fault him for that, normally when a woman ignored text messages, and avoided eye contact, Taehyung’s initial reaction was to give them space. So, that’s what he did with you. He knows he should’ve told you about the situation with Aera’s mother sooner, but he was scared… It’s been a while since he had a woman in his life, let alone a woman in Aera’s life. Taehyung was scared that his little girl adored you too quickly, he’s never seen her warmup to someone so fast, hell, Aera didn’t even warm up to her own biological mother like that; but even more so, Taehyung was scared of how attached he got to you in such little time. You and him had been texting ever since the park situation, carried on for weeks, he visited you at your job on a day you weren’t expecting and surprised you with cookies. He was looking forward to the Saturday, the one he promised to drop off Aera at, but his plans were skewed when he remembered that Aera’s mother and he were due to talk. Taehyung knew he should’ve texted you earlier, he couldn’t imagine how you had felt, but then, you never responded to his text messages. Then you were at Yoon-ji’s party. He had wanted to talk to you then, he truly did, but it was too hard to approach you with everyone around, and you hadn’t given him a second glance when you had distanced yourself from him, opting to hang out with Mi-ha and the other girls; and then you left. He wanted so badly to go after you, to explain what had happened, but he didn’t know how. Although tonight, he knew he needed to talk to you, he wanted you and him to work, even though you two have only known each other for a little over a month, he wanted to make it right. He owed you that much.

Taehyung shook his head to rid him of the nervousness he was feeling and his eyes scanned the people on the bumper cars, his eyes falling on you and Aera in a pretty purple car with white flowers on it. His heart swelled at the sight; his little girl squealing as she drove the vehicle, hitting other people as your bright smile and laugh filled his senses. Without thinking, Taehyung searches for his phone and quickly snaps a picture at the two of you; a perfect shot, your head thrown back beautifully, hair blowing gently in the breeze, your eyes almost shut, mid-laugh and Aera with the same boxy grin that she inherited from him as she stares at you with admiration clouding her eyes. Smiling down at his phone, he quickly locks it, and ventures his way towards the two of you.

When the ride finishes, you gently help Aera out of the little car and walked towards the entrance. Taehyung had the widest grin on his face as he stared at the little human beside you, who had dropped your hand as she ran towards her father’s opened arms, screeching with excitement.

“Daddy, daddy!” Aera shouts, “You see me? I dwove caw, yike you!” Taehyung’s beautiful laugh filled your ears as you drew closer to the little family. The golden tanned man presses his lips against his little girl’s temple, peppering more on her cheeks, before spinning her around.

“I sure did, flower.” He coos against her chubby cheeks, earning a giggle from her.

Your heart warmed at his daughter’s nickname. You hadn’t heard him call her that before… Then again, you haven’t spoken a whole lot in the last week or so…

“Thank you for taking her…” You hear Taehyung say. You gently look up from the grown to meet his hazel eyes. You hummed, nodding.

“There you are!” Seung runs towards the three of you, “Aera, sweets, do you want to get some cotton candy?” After hearing the name of the sweet confectionary, Aera was pushing her arms against her dad trying to get away from him. Thrashing and whining until Taehyung lets her go, her legs carry her towards Seung and the rest of your friends.

“Mind if we take her for a bit, Tae?” Yoongi asks as Nari clutches her dad’s neck. You suddenly felt nervous as Tae stiffly nods and your heart rate begins to pick up, “Great! Catch you two later!” Before you could ask to join, the group leaves the two of you by yourselves, and the awkwardness in the air suffocates you.

“May—Can we talk, y/n?” Taehyung’s voice wavers. You want to say no, you had nothing to say to him, but he sounded sincere, sounded like he was troubled. When you didn’t say anything, Taehyung sighs, standing right in front of you, “How are you?”

You scoffed crossing your arms, “Just dandy.” You begin to walk, feeling Taehyung hot on your trail as you headed towards a little gazebo tucked away in the back of the park; secluded and quiet, you sit down turning your head in the opposite direction of Taehyung, facing the park and watching families giggle, children smiling, and mother and fathers staring at their mini’s with grins and love.

“Y/n,” Taehyung whispers, “Listen, I wanted to apologize for standing you up last time, Aera’s mother—”

“You don’t need to apologize,” You turn to glare at him, “You can do whatever you want. You should’ve at least told me that Aera’s mother was still in the picture, so that I could save myself the heartache.” You snapped. Taehyung winces at your harsh tone, trying to reach out for your hand, but you tugged it away.

“Please y/n.” Taehyung desperately asks, “Please just—hear me out, okay? I just want to explain what happened.”

You know you shouldn’t give in so easily; you know you should put up a better fight, but something in his eyes made you want to let your guards down again, however, the other half of you wants nothing more than to get up and walk away, but alas, Taehyung had a great way with guilting you into listening.

“Fine,” You groan, “You have 10 minutes, Kim.”

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“Flower, please,” Taehyung groans as his daughter squirms in the seat beside him, “We’ll leave soon okay?”

She was late. Not that it surprised Taehyung at all, his ex-girlfriend was forgetful about anything and everything; not that Taehyung was good at remembering things either, especially when it involves his past. To what does he owe this woman other than blessing his life for the better with his beautiful daughter; his entire world that was seated right next to him. What had she done to deserve the title of being Aera’s mother when she hasn’t been there for the both of them since the day she was born, walking out, and leaving Taehyung by himself to raise a baby at just 21 years of age, when his career at Gucci was just taking off?

“Daddy, go.” Aera pouts with sad eyes, staring up at her father.

“I know flower, we’ll leave soon.” Taehyung reassures the restless toddler, trying to sway her by taking out her little toys that he keeps in her backpack that he brings with them everywhere. Aera sighs to herself as she becomes distracted playing with the toy.

“Taehyung.” The voice that used to give him butterflies says, taking a seat in front of him and his child. Glancing away from his daughter who was easily distracted by her toy to notice the woman in front of her.

“Isla.” Taehyung replies equally as coldly, “You’re late.”

The woman, ‘Isla’, rolls her eyes, grabbing the water glass in front of her and taking a sip, “I’m aware. I had other things to attend to.” It was Taehyung’s turn to roll his eyes.

“We agreed to 9 o’clock sharp,” Taehyung gestures to his watch, “It’s 10.” He says strictly shaking his head, “Would it kill you to be on time for once.” Taehyung wasn’t mad per-say, but he wasn’t pleased either, but again, this wasn’t anything new if it involves Isla.

“Is this her?” Isla gestures to the little girl with pigtails poking out of her head. Taehyung glances down at the unbothered little girl, and just like her dad, she was very zoned out with playing.

Taehyung hums, “Yeah, this is Aera.” Aera’s eyes look up at her father at the mention of her name, and only then did she take notice of the lady in front of her. Taehyung could already see how uncomfortable his flower started to feel; Aera did this thing with her hands, clenching and unclenching when she feels uncomfortable, and she scooted closer to her dad.

“Here.” Taehyung slips the documents towards Isla, who purses her lips as she reads over the document cover.

“You’re serious about this?” Isla asks cocking an eyebrow, “She’s my child too, Taehyung.”

“Just because she shares half your chromosomes, doesn’t mean she’s yours if you haven’t been there to take care of her after she was born,” Taehyung seethed, “If anything, the boys’ wives are more of a mother figure than you are.”

Isla shrugs, defeated, “You’re right, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you or her, when you both needed me.” Taehyung eyes her wearily, unsure whether or not to believe her. “I am sorry, Taehyung; I know you might not believe me, but with my new fiancé, I’ve grown up and what I put you two through,” She pauses glancing at the little girl, “It’s unacceptable and I know that.” She clutches the legal documents in her hands, “I’ll sign them, and give them to you as soon as they are.”

Taehyung lets out a breath of relief, “Thank you.” He says wrapping his arm around his daughter.

“Have you found someone to fill the role?” Isla asks, nothing in her voice held jealousy, but rather hope that her ex-love had found someone that could treat him right, someone who could give him enough love for both of them; for him and his daughter.

Taehyung was quiet, did he have someone? His mind automatically thought about you; thought about how pretty your smile was, the way your hair cascaded down your face, how you showed Aera so much affection. Smiling to himself, his eyes gazed down to the floor, “You could say that.”

Isla gives him a genuine smile, “I’m happy for you, really. You both deserve it.” And Taehyung nods with a grin. Glancing at his watch, and Aera sitting quietly beside him, Taehyung’s eyes bulges out of his eyes.

11:10, shit.

“Fuck,” Taehyung hissed under his breath, taking out his phone and sending texts to you in a hurried manner.

11:10am 09.04.21 You: I’m so sorry, Y/n, Aera really wanted to attend today, but I had forgotten that Aera and I had breakfast with her mother today at the same time ):

11:11am 09.04.21 You: I was going to text you earlier, but we were in a rush and I completely forgot to tell you.

11:11am 09.04.21 You: I’m really sorry… Next week??

11:13am 09.04.21 You: You’re probably still with the kids… Text me when you get these? Aera and I would really love to make it up to you.

Seen.

Sighing, Taehyung feels his heavy heart staring at ‘seen’ receipt, and he knows you’re upset.

“I’m sorry, Isla, thank you for meeting me and being so understanding… If you could get these to me as soon as possible, that’d be great. Aera and I need to get to a party.” Taehyung slips his phone in his pocket, cleaning up Aera’s area and carrying her in his arms.

“No problem, again, sorry for being late…” Isla says regretfully. Taehyung shrugs it off.

“It’s no problem… I’ll see you when you drop off the signed papers.” With that Taehyung leaves the restaurant quickly, strapping Aera into her car seat and speeding towards Mi-ha and Joon’s for Yoon-ji’s birthday party.

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You stared at Taehyung who was out of breath. You suddenly felt bad for not allowing him to explain to you what really happened between him and his daughter’s mom, but it really wasn’t your business anyways, so why would you pry?

“Isla also cheated on me…” Taehyung trails off, causing you to gasp, “It was shortly after she gave birth the Aera, we were already on the rocks before she was born, so it wasn’t a huge shock to me…” You felt for him. You really did, you scooted closer to the man as he played with his fingers. “It really is okay though; I think it was for the better… We’d argue every night and she was just neglecting her responsibilities of being a new mom… So, me having custody over Aera, just—” Taehyung pauses, “it just makes sense.”

You nodded, “And Aera is okay with that? Are you really okay with that?”

Taehyung hesitates, meeting your eyes for the first time tonight where you didn’t pull away, “I—Yeah, I am… Isla also said that she’ll happily sign it and hopes that my next girlfriend has enough love for both me and Aera… Something she couldn’t give.” Your heart swoons at how sweet his ex seemed, you hadn’t met anyone who seemed so genuine with wanting nothing but the best for their child and ex, even if it meant that she no longer gets to have the mother title.

You reached out to place a hand on his, “You’ve done really well without Isla, Tae…” You trail off, “I’m here for you too, by the way… I know we hadn’t talked in a while but thank you for opening up to me and letting me in…” Taehyung’s eyes soften at your connected hands, both of you close, staring deeply into each others’ eyes. It felt as if there was a gravitating pull between you two; Taehyung inching closer to you, eyes dropping down to your lips and back up. You could feel your heart racing at how close he was, your legs bouncing up and down at how nervous you were feeling, your mind racing at how soft his lips looked and how much you wanted to kiss him.

Is it wrong to want to feel his lips against yours?

Taehyung inches closer, and your eyes shut leaning in as well, and in less than a second, your lips collided with his.

They were soft, plush, and inviting. Your lips moving against his rhythmically, almost as if you both were meant to happen, that you both were meant to kiss right at this moment, any time sooner wouldn’t measure up to how you were feeling; like you were on cloud nine, like you were on top of the world. Taehyung’s hand presses against the back of your neck, deepening the kiss between the two of you, his other hand pushing on the small of your back, pressing you to sit on his lap, which you happily agreed to. Throwing your legs across his sculpted thighs and settling comfortably on him. Feeling bold, you swipe his bottom lip with your tongue, teasing him as he chases it with his own, gently slipping his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. Feeling Taehyung roll his hips against you, you can’t help but moan and the intimate action, Taehyung groaning as well and gripping your hips tighter to press his bulge against you.

Pulling away to catch your breath, you press your forehead against Taehyung’s who was already staring at you, out of breath. Sitting in comfortable silence, he leans forward to peck your lips a couple more times before leaning back and watching you. Your face heats up with embarrassment, as you bite your lip.

“I’m sorry—” You squeak, trying to get off his lap, but his grip on your doesn’t falter.

“Don’t—I, I wanted to.” He whispers, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles on your hips, “I’ve wanted to for a while now…” He states sheepishly. Before the two of you could lean in for another kiss, you both were interrupted with his phone going off. Groaning to himself, Taehyung’s hand leaves the small of your back to fish out his phone from his pocket.

22:02 10.14.21 Kookie: We’ll take Aera tonight, you two enjoy yourselves (;

Choking on your own tongue, you reread the message to ensure that you were reading right. Meeting Taehyung’s eyes that held a mischievous glint, he smirks.

“Shall we take this back to mine then?”

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Stumbling in the foyer of his home, Taehyung chucks his keys in a bowl the rested next to the door, kicking it shut and locking it blindly as his lips trail hot kisses down your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you into the nearest wall. Gently sucking on your collarbones, Taehyung shrugs off his jacket hastily, dropping it to the floor, and you doing the same with your outwear.

“T-Tae,” You moan, but Taehyung continues to lavish your neck, sucking harshly occasionally, and trailing his lips up your neck to your mouth.

“Let me make you feel good, let me make it up to you.” He mumbles against your lips, kicking his shoes off and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist, leading you blindly to his bedroom. The kisses never ended, and you knew you didn’t want it to, the sexual attraction you had for this man was skyrocketing, and it seemed that he felt the same way.

Taehyung shuts his door and drops you onto his large bed, quickly undoing the buttons of your blouse, and chucking it onto the floor, only to do the same with his t-shirt. Slipping a hand down your front, you unbutton your jeans, wiggling out of them and throwing it onto the floor to join the rest of your joint clothing.

Taehyung was beautiful. His honey-colored skin graced your eyes and his abs tensed as you ran your fingers down them to hesitantly unbuckle his belt. Looking back up to his eyes, almost seeking permission, Taehyung leans down to capture your lips again, giving you the go ahead. Taehyung groans when the confines of his jeans freed his hardened length that still strained against his boxers. Trailing his lips down your neck towards your covered breasts, Taehyung peers up to look at you with a questioning gaze.

“May I?” Nodding vigorously, Taehyung happily reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, allowing your breasts to fall freely. He was quick to latch his lips onto your nipple, sucking them into his mouth harshly, tonguing the sensitive bud. Your back arches at the pleasurable feeling of his mouth on you; it only made you wonder more of what his tongue would feel like inside you. Almost as if he could read your mind, Taehyung’s tongue circle your other nipple, taking it into his mouth and biting gently on it, before he leaves kisses on your skin, stopping just underneath your navel.

“Is this okay?” He sounded breathless meeting your gaze. You watched intently before nodding, “Words, y/n. I need to hear you say it’s okay for me to-to touch you.” You bite your lip, your heart swelling at how considerate he was being.

“Yes, Taehyung. Please…” You whimper, “Please touch me.”

He groans before pressing his lips against your covered clit, flattening his tongue and running it up your slit, collecting some of your wetness on his tongue, ruining your panties. Feeling yourself becoming wetter than you were, you hissed as Taehyung slowly hooks his fingers between your panties and dragging them down your legs, pressing wet kisses here and there. When he flings your useless piece of clothing to the ground, he presses his hand against your knees to spread you a part for him. Taehyung lets out another groan of satisfaction as he eyes your dripping center, his mouth watering.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He whispers pressing a kiss to your opening that had you clenching, covering your mouth to prevent you from moaning to loudly, Tae’s hand shoots up to grab them, interlacing your fingers and pressing them to your sides, “No, I want to hear you, baby.” Pressing a harder kiss against your opening, you let out a whine, a plea.

“Can-can I taste you, love?” He sounded hesitant, his eyes not knowing whether to gaze at you, or continue to admire how pretty and swollen your cunt was. Your mind was hazy, so clouded with pleasure and lust.

“Please.” You whimpered out, and Taehyung dove in. His nose pressing beautifully to your swollen nub, as he tongues your entrance, gathering your slick and trailing his tongue to suckle your clit. Pressing harder against his face, Taehyung traps your hands to your side, as he continues to tease your sopping hole, and when you least expect it, he’s pushing his tongue inside you, moaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around his wet muscle.

“Oh—”You whine, your back lifting off the mattress, and Taehyung’s mouth curls into a smirk, continuing to eat you out. You couldn’t help but harshly thrust your hips into his hot mouth, your head lolling to the side with how good Taehyung was making you feel. You suddenly feel his cold finger rubbing against your slit, his tongue giving your clit harsh licks.

“May I?” Taehyung whispers into your pussy, the tip of his finger teasing your entrance, causing your legs to spread wider.

“Mhm,” You hummed, Taehyung’s finger circles your hole a couple more times before he sinks it in, burying his finger inside your tight walls, earning a loud gasp from you. You already felt so full… How were you going to handle his cock?

Taehyung grunts feeling how tight you felt around his finger, his hips grinding down on his bed, needing some type of friction. But what kind of man would he be if he didn’t let you cum first?

“Holy shit—” He’s in a daze, Taehyung was no saint, he’s been with his fair share of women during his time, but he swore that no one felt as good as you. Pushing his finger in and out, he sighs contently as your pussy sucks him in with every thrust of his fingers. He couldn’t wait to feel your walls clench around his length, he’d waited so long for this.

“Fuck, need to stretch you out baby.” Tonguing your clit again, he sucks on it harshly as he presses a second finger in your hole, gently easing it into you. Taehyung bites his lip at how tight your walls were for him, trying to contain his excitement, he slowly continues his administration on you, wanting to stretch you out gently.

“Oh, fuck, Tae—” You choke back a sob, gripping his one hand tighter, as you felt the knot in your stomach, “Pl-please, I need to—”

“Already?” Taehyung smirks thrusting his fingers into you faster, “C’mon, baby, can you cum for me? Soak my fingers, yeah?”

Absolutely fucked out of your mind, you whimper feeling your high coming closer and closer, but Taehyung never let up. His tongue licked your clit harder, sucking onto your nub, his fingers pushing in and out of you at such speed that had your legs shaking. You had never felt this good with anyone, and god, did Taehyung know how to please a woman.

“I’m close—fuck Tae, yes.” You screamed, “I have to—Taehyung.”

“Let go, I got you, I got you baby.” Cumming around his fingers, Taehyung licks up your arousal and replaces his fingers with his tongue. Your wetness dripping down his chin and getting on his sheets, you continued to ride his face to ride out your high. The sound of your heavy breathing and Taehyung sucking your clit, are the only things being heard within his bedroom.

“Was that good?” Taehyung leaves your swollen lips and hovers over you, his chin glistening in your wetness, as the moonlight shines through the room.

“More than good.” You giggle clasping your hands around his neck to bring his lips to yours. Kissing his lips softly, you allow yourself to melt into it. Feeling his plushy lips against yours, molding together as one, you feel sparks fly around the two of you. His large hands trail down your body, brushing his fingertips down your sides. Pulling away from your lips, Taehyung stares down at you with a doting gaze, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Are you sure you want to?” His question echoes throughout the quiet room. You reach up to stroke his curly bangs out of his face, giving him another passionate kiss.

“Of course, I do.” You whisper, nudging your nose against his. Your fingertips brush down his hard abdomen, gently pushing off his boxers to free his hardened length. Hissing at the cold air hitting his bare lower region, Taehyung’s thick length slaps against your mound, earning a startled gasp from you. Tugging harshly at his hard on, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut.

“You’re positive?” He grits out, his lustful gaze finds yours, almost unable to control himself, he tugs harshly, sliding his cock up and down your slit, awaiting your response.

“Yes, Tae, please.” You whimper, feeling the bulbous tip protruding your entrance. Almost growling, Taehyung pushes past your tight walls and sinks his cock into you. His eyes squeezing shut, clenching his fists in the sheets to prevent himself from roughly slamming into you. You felt amazing. So wet, and so tight, just for him.

“Are you okay? C-can I—oh fuck!” Taehyung grunts as you thrust your hips up to push him as deep as he could go. It was no surprise to you with how long and thick Taehyung was, you knew he’d struggle fitting in you with how big he is, but you didn’t think he’d feel this good. He filled you to the brim, much bigger than anyone you had ever been with before, and he stretched you out just enough—his girth hurting you so good. Rolling your hips into his, Taehyung finally has the confidence to draw his hips back and slams it into yours, driving his cock in and out of you at a steady pace.

“Oh, shit, you feel so good.” Stumbling forward, Taehyung latches on your neck, sucking his marks into your skin, painting your neck with pinks and purples that will surely be a pain in the ass to cover tomorrow morning. His thrusts becomes harder and quicker, snapping his hips whenever you let out a breathy whimper against his ear. Clutching onto the nape of his neck, swirling your fingers around the loose strands of his curls, you wrap your legs tighter around him.

“Feelin—fuck sakes—feeling good?” He grunts peppering more kisses along your jaw, pressing his tongue to massage your flesh.

“So, so good, Tae” Kissing his neck, biting his sensitive skin that earns a growl from him, “I’m—shit—I need to—”

“No,” Taehyung says sternly, “Not yet, wanna feel you more.” His thrusts becomes faster, rocking and grinding against your puffy cunt, your arousal dripping down his hard cock. The feel of him inside you, completely raw, felt way too good. You never wanted it to end, but you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded with the immense amount of pleasure.

“So, so close, baby,” He pecks your cheeks grunting, “Just a little longer baby, almost there.” His once gentle and steady thrusts became sloppy and hurried, his hips slamming into you harsher, your head almost slamming against the headboard with how powerful his thrusts were, but Taehyung had placed his hands around your head to prevent you from actually hitting it; a cute gesture that surely made your heart swoon. Choking out a sob at the denied orgasm, you whimpered out a plea that had Taehyung thrusting harder into you, chasing his own high.

“Oh my god, right there!” You winced when the tip of his needy cock grazed your special spot.

“Fuck, c’mon baby, cum for me again. Cum around my cock.” His breathy moans make your stomach clench at how sexy he sounded, his voice going down at least four octaves.

You both moan into the room, groans and the slapping of skin echoes, and Taehyung was thankful that Jungkook had taken Aera for the night, otherwise he wouldn’t be getting off…

Feeling you clench around his cock made Taehyung crazy, he was growling into your ear, continuing his rough thrusts, feeling his stomach clench at the familiar feeling of his high, and wincing when you scratch his back as you hit yours. You were seeing white; the burning feeling of your high rushing through your body making your toes curl, you whimper his name as he, too, feels his climax approaching. You were clenching so deliciously around him, that he could no longer keep it in, and he came undone inside you. Stuffing his cock deep inside you, you feel him twitch and the warm sensation of his climax coating your walls. Grinding and rolling your hips up to meet his shallow thrusts as he empties himself inside you, causes you to whimper at the overstimulation. Taehyung falls forward and cages you in his arms, rolling onto his back and bringing you onto his chest, kissing the side of your temple, and cuddling you close.

Wrapped up in each other’s arms, you began tracing random shapes on him, his breathing slowing down, dragging his fingertips down your arms. It was a comfortable silence, the faint sound of crickets could be heard just outside his window, as the moon beams its light into the dark room. The smell of sex and sweat filled your noses, but you could care less.

“Tired?” Taehyung asks after a while; your eyes were heavy, but you didn’t want this moment to end. You hummed against his chest, snuggling deeper, intertwining your legs together, you couldn’t help but bask in the warmth Taehyung was emitting. He holds you closer, resting his head against yours.

Even though you weren’t sure what the two of you were exactly, you knew you liked him very much, and after tonight, there was no doubt in your mind that he felt something for you too. Your eyes finally close, allowing you to dive into your dream world, the last thing that you hear is the sound of Taehyung’s heartbeat lulling you into a deep sleep.

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colours (4) - kth

pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): fluff, pretty domestic shit, mature language.

word count: 8.7k

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“Uh—” You stare at the men positioning your piece on the wall, “To the left… A bit to the ri—yes! Perfect!” You smiled.

It was now the final week of November, which means that the gallery show was quickly approaching. It was the final Sunday of the month, so the art museum was super busy this weekend. Being there every day for the past week, only seeing Aera and Tae a handful of times and the rest of the crew maybe once or twice. You felt bad, especially since you and Tae had been doing extremely well, even though you both had very busy schedules, you both still made time for each other; facetiming during breaks, phone calls whenever facetime wouldn’t work, and sometimes even seeing each other during your spare times.

“Thank you again, Y/n for all the help!” Mr. Kang says coming to stand beside you with a proud smile and putting out his hand, turning towards him with a smile of your own offering your hand as well.

“Of course, Mr. Kang!” You answered gleefully, “It’s always a pleasure, really!” Watching as the positioning team leave, bowing in respect as each walks by you, you turn back to Mr. Kang.

“Do you need me to show face this time?”

Mr. Kang chuckled, “If you’d like to, I truly think that these are your best art pieces I have ever seen—please don’t take that the wrong way, but this time around… It seems that you had a very inspirational theme.” You glanced back at your art pieces and couldn’t help but keep the radiating smile off of your face.

Staring at your art pieces, you definitely were inspired with your relationship with Taehyung; the blue hues and the purples in the first two pieces that you had put up, with photographs of black streetlamps plastered in the middle of the canvas, each brush stroke signifying your confusion and your hurt of that particular night; the next painting was of purple—a colour that you seemed to have been gravitating towards as of late—sad eyes stared back at you. Your eyes. The sad eyes that stared at you through the mirror, the sad eyes of a girl that had gotten her hopes up about a man that was keeping his feelings for you tightly under wraps. You wished that you could go back in time and tell her that everything would work out right, that she needs to get out of her own head, push her pride away and make an effort for what she wants—what she deserves.

“You could say that.” You gave him a teasing smile, allowing him to chuckle, clasping his hand on your shoulder before bidding you a goodbye and a reminder to lock up your section of the museum. You walked around the museum a few more times to ensure that all the beautiful pieces were positioned properly, before you were stopped by the sound of your phone going off.

11.28.21 20:01 Taehyung☺: hey pretty girl, we’re outside whenever you’re finished <3

11.28.21 20:01 Taehyung☺: take your time (:

11.28.21 20:02 You: Just doing a final check and then I’m all yours! I’ll be out soon (:<3

Quickly making your rounds, you shut the gates of your section, locking it, and making your way over to security to drop off the key. Grabbing your bag you exit the vicinity, finding a silver Genesis sitting near the front with its hazards on. Smiling to yourself, your heart flutters.

*flashback*

“You look amazing.” Taehyung says breathlessly as he picks you up at your apartment with a grin. It was your 3rd date without Aera, which you weren’t opposed to, sometimes it was nice to have Taehyung all to yourself—but that didn’t mean you felt a piece of your heart missing when the little girl was left to hang out with one of her uncles.

Tonight, the two of you were to grab some dinner and then head over to his house to have a little movie night while Aera was at Mi-ha’s and Joon’s. You decided on a red one shoulder dress, super simple, yet super elegant, matching your nude pumps to top off the look. Unfortunately, even with the heels, you were still shorter than Taehyung, but he wasn’t complaining and neither were you. He sported a black suite with vertical stripes, his hair styled up and parted in the middle, his golden-blonde coloured hair slightly longer in the back, which you thought suited him immensely. You couldn’t stop ogling him until he smirked at you with a quirked eyebrow. Shoving him slightly, he giggled throwing his head back.

After his fit of giggles, Taehyung gestures you to take the purple orchid that he held gently in his hand; something he insists on doing every time he takes you out, so, since you were expecting it already, you cheekily smiled, reaching over to the little shelf to grab the glass vase that was waiting to be filled. Chuckling, Taehyung placed the flower inside the vase.

“Ready?” Taehyung offers his arm, your door shutting gently while you locked it, shoving your keys in your purse.

“Ready.”

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“Hey, Y/n,” Taehyung quietly says as he places his silverware down, wiping his lips with the provided napkin, staring at you. Feeling yourself get nervous, you set down your own cutlery nodding at him with a small grin.

“Does it—“Taehyung clears his throat, “does it ever bother you that, I haven’t mentioned to Aera that we’re dating?” Taehyung’s eyes weren’t on yours as he asks this question, in fact, he was too busy fumbling around with the silver rings that decorated his hands, something that he does when he’s nervous. You sat with a gentle smile on your face as you reached out to him, taking his large hands in yours to stop him from fidgeting, and only then does he look up at you with worry in his eyes.

“Tae…” You whispered rubbing the back of his hands with your thumb in attempts to calm him down, “I understand, we’re in no rush.” You continued to stroke his hand, “And I said I was good with your pace—”

“But you’ve been to our house for hours, you’ve stayed the night a couple of times, had dinner with us,” Taehyung begins to voice out, but you shush him with a gentle smile.

“Taehyung, it’s okay! I promise I’m fine. I’m just happy to be a part of your daily lives,” You say, “I love hanging out with the both of you, going on dinner dates with the both of you, I’m happy with how things are going... What’s the rush?”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, smiling down at your intertwined hands and gripping them tighter, “You’re amazing.” Is all he says as he watches you blush underneath the lights of the restaurant. He doesn’t voice it out, but Taehyung had known for a while that he’s been falling in love with you; but this moment—the reassurance that you’re all about him, all about Aera, that there’s no rush with the process, just the two of you dating with no official labels; he knows that he’s in love with you. Absolutely and utterly in love with you.

And you. You don’t say it either, but the way Taehyung looks at you, eyes twinkling with his boxy smile as he stares at you—how he still holds onto your hands, thumbs grazing your knuckles soothingly as the sounds of cutlery clinking fades around you; you don’t voice it out either, but at this moment you knew, you too, are absolutely and utterly in love with Taehyung.

*Flashback ends*

“Hey!” You smiled at Taehyung as you shut the door to the car, and like clockwork you spin around to see the little girl kicking her feet as she sees you enter the vehicle, a big boxy smile on her face, “Hello, Ms. Aera!” Your hands find their way to tickle her bare feet, her sandals laying on the ground.

“Hewwo!” She giggles waving at you with a boxy grin. Smiling, Taehyung happily pulls out of the front of your work and begins driving.

“How was work?” He asks, eyes still on the road. The streetlights that lit up the dark roads of the city, flashing prettily onto his face that highlight his strong jawline and his perfect side profile. Getting lost in his beautiful face, eyes gazing at him with heart eyes, as people would call it, you find yourself feeling warm and at home. From the way he grips the steering wheel with his left hand, his biceps flexing every time he makes a turn, you often find yourself admiring him. His eyes concentrate on the road and a faint smile lingers on his plush lips, before his eyes glance over at you briefly, “Y/n?” a small smirk makes its way onto his lips as you blush.

“It was okay, not too much happened. How was yours?” You ask him still staring outside as the lights speed past you.

“Me! Me, me, me!!!” Aera screams out before Tae could tell you about his day, the two of you giggling in the front seat as Taehyung’s mini me, restlessly thrashes in her car seat, “I tey you too! Athk me too, Awnty y/n!!!” Turning around, you stare at Aera with a smile.

“Alright, Aera, how was your day, pretty?”

“Gwood! I pway with my toys at gwamas, I ate bu-gogi, en, en, uhm, cookies!” Aera babbles, curiously looking around, “das it!” You giggle to yourself. Taehyung smiles to himself as he hears your laugh, along with his daughter’s, sneakily looking at the rear-view mirror to stare at the little girl smiling at you with teeth on display. It warmed his heart that you and Aera got along well. Super well. He absolutely loves it; he wants nothing more than the woman he’s absolutely smitten over and his daughter—his entire life—getting along and communicating well.

It takes you a moment when you realize that Tae wasn’t driving you home. You could feel yourself beginning to grin when you see the familiar Ferris wheel coming into view. Spinning around to look at the little girl, who’s eyes were already on yours with a cute grin.

“Sum-prise!!!” Aera squeals, kicking her feet causing Taehyung to scold her, but she doesn’t let her smile fall, she shakes her hands with clenched fists with a quieter squeal. It wasn’t long before Taehyung pulled up to a parking spot and parks his car. He turns to look at you with a sheepish smile.

“Hope you don’t mind, Aera really wanted to go tonight so I thought that it’d be a nice surprise!”

“It’s totally fine! I’m so excited!”

You hopped out of the vehicle, while Taehyung got Aera out of her car seat. You were admiring the pretty lights that shone in the sky due to the amusement park. Snapping a picture of it, you feel Aera tug at your pants, staring up at you with a pout, and extending her hand up for you to hold her hand. Graciously taking it, and Tae taking her other, the three of you walked to the entrance to buy tickets.

“What ride do you wanna go on first, Aera?” You questioned at the little girl, happily bouncing in step with yours and her father’s. You could hear her hum while she swung her arms, her eyes overwhelmed with all the lights and the people.

“Can we go to duh bumpeau ca’s again?”

“Sure, flower! Do you want to ride with me or Awnty Y/n?” Taehyung asks as he leads the two of you towards the destination.

“Awnty Y/n!” Aera squeals, letting go of her dad’s hand. Taehyung stares at the two of you with a pout, “sowwy, daddy, but uth giwls need to tay to-ge-dur!” Giggling to yourself Tae clicks his tongue in feign disappointment.

“Okay,” He huffs, “I see how it is, you’re just gonna leave the man who raised you for the past three years like that, huh?” Taehyung quickly gives three tickets to the worker, and he settles in a dark green car, giving the two of you the ‘I’m watching you’ motion, “It’s on.”

You and Aera glance at each other with a devious glint in your eyes, that Taehyung was almost scared, “Watch yourself Kim… Team Ae-y/n’s gonna getchyu!”

With that the ride began.

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“I cannot believe the both of you ganged up on me like that.” Taehyung groans, dropping his keys on his kitchen counter.

During the duration of bumper cars, Aera had insisted on you driving because you have a license and you would beat up her dad no problem. Of course, you couldn’t deny the little girl, and your competitive side came out as you ran Tae over in your car multiple times. He, however, was not having it, and began chasing the two of you around the little track area. Aera squealed and screamed in delight, whenever he father would bump into other people, and would wail in victory when at the end of the ride, you had bumped him a total of eight times. After, the three of you went to play some games at the stands. Surprisingly, Aera did extremely well with the floating ducks, even earning herself a large bunny rabbit that she insisted to send a picture to her Uncle Koo (apparently it looked exactly like him). Even Taehyung won a prize—a large pink elephant—at the strong man game. You didn’t think that he had it in him, but you were proven wrong when he slammed the hammer down and dinged the bell with ease. He proudly picked out the elephant that you had been eyeing, making you blush and Aera grinning at the two of you with a twinkle in her eyes. The three of you had food there—tons and tons of corndogs, spiral chips and fries, along with some funnel cake for dessert, that Aera welcomed with opened arms and going to repeat that daddy never let's me have sugar this late, while Taehyung groans, immediately regretting his choice of dessert.

It was a fun night, and now the three of you were in the midst of building a large fort in Taehyung’s living room. While you and Aera gathered blankets and pillows in the upstairs linen closet, Taehyung fetched the large queen-sized air mattress from the basement, finding the pump and beginning to blow it up. Descending down the stairs with arms filled with sheets, pillows, and stuffed animals (Aera’s idea),Taehyung was almost finished with the mattress. Pulling together the barstools that were seated at the island, Taehyung propped them up and draped the sheets over top of it to create the fort. Helping him, you find some brooms, taking off the brush and using the handles to prop up the sheets and creating the house look. Taehyung brings over clothes pins and clips, to clip the outside, that way the three of you could see the tv screen. When the fort was all finished, the three of you retreated to the kitchen to make some popcorn and snacks for the film. Laughs and light chatter amongst you felt all too comforting—not that it was a bad thing, you definitely welcomed being in Tae’s house with both him and Aera and spending time with them. It felt so real, not like you were just playing house, but as if it was meant to happen, it was meant to be with them.

“Mu-yan, Mu-yan, Mu-ya!!!” Aera squeals running towards the fort, as you and Taehyung followed her with arms full of snacks and drinks for your little movie night. Aera situates herself comfortably in the middle of the fort, allowing you and Taehyung to slip in on either side of her—squishing her in the middle.

“Daddy?

“What’s up, my flower?”

Aera shyly leans into Taehyung, trying her best to whisper but you hear her with a small smile of your own, “Is Awnty Y/n going to stay tonight… Or is she going to yeave yike she aways do?” You feel your heart clench at Aera’s question.

You didn’t realize that Aera knew you left during the night when she was fast asleep. When you stay to hang out with the two of them, it wasn’t uncommon for you to stay until late, even when it was well past Aera’s bedtime and she was fast asleep in between you and Tae, he’d always find a way to get her into the car without waking her up while he drives you to your apartment. As always, you underestimated the young girl’s observative persona.

“Why don’t you ask her, baby?”

Aera quietly grumbles to herself as she turns to you with a cheeky grin, scooting closer to you, she cups her hands around her mouth and leaning in towards your ears.

“You stay hewe tonight?” Awaiting your answer, she sits back down, eyes full of stars as she peers up at you expectantly. Your eyes shift from her to Taehyung as you hum, their faces holding pouts as they try to sway you into staying.

“Look how comfy it is in here!”

“It so warm!”

“I’m sure Aera will be super cold in here without you, Y/n.”

“Yeah! Cohwd. Who hep me eat aw duh snackie!”

You giggle at the duo as they continue their attempts to get you to stay the night, “But I don’t have any pjs!” You feign disappointment. Of course, this wasn’t really an excuse, the few times you have stayed over (when Aera was away at her grandparents or cousins house), you had always used Taehyung’s clothes; but Aera didn’t need to know that.

Aera pouts as she understands that you couldn’t sleep without your clothes, however her eyes lit up as she tapped her father on the shoulder, “Daddy have clothes! Daddy have clothes!” She exclaims with a smug grin, as if she thought up a master plan. Aera is a very smart child at only 3, and sometimes you and Taehyung overlook that—but again, you were always impressed with the bright ideas this toddler has.

“That is true…” Taehyung grins pulling Aera in his lap, “What’dya say, Y/n?” The pair stare at you with hopeful smiles. You hum again, placing your hand on your chin as if this was the hardest decision of your life. You give it a few more minutes, the two shifting impatiently as they waited for your response.

“Hm… I suppose I could stay the night tonight.” You concluded, Taehyung looked relieved and Aera immediately jumped out of her father’s arms, jumping up and down, and shuffling towards you; throwing her arms around you as she giggles over your shoulders, causing you to wrap your arms around her little body like a reflex.

“Yay, yay, yay! Awnty Y/n stay! She stay, she stay!”

“Alright, my girls, let’s get ready for bed and then we can turn on a movie, sound good?” Taehyung asks; Aera nods her head, exiting the fort, the pattering of her feed along with Tannie’s paws hitting against the floor sounded through the house, slowly disappearing up the stairs towards, what you could only assume was her bedroom. Taehyung and you were next to leave, his hand blindly finding yours with ease as he pulls you towards the stairs, to make your ways towards his bedroom. Your mind still racing from his comment; my girls. Your heart was fluttering, your stomach filled with butterflies, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face, squeezing his hand as his boxy smile returns to his face.

When you made it inside his bedroom, Taehyung quietly shuts his door, caging you in between his arms. Stunned, you looked up at him with a questioning gaze, before you plants his soft lips upon your own. It was slow and sensual; lately, his movements have been slow and unhurried—as if the two of you had all the time in the world, it’s not that you didn’t enjoy the heated make outs or the hurried quickies, but this was a whole different feeling—something real. His lips continued to push against yours, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and tangling with yours, and a gentle groan rumbling from his throat emitted, causing you both to smile. The sounds of your lips smacking against one another echoes in the bedroom; his arms that were once caging you, tugs you towards his hard chest, pressing the palms of his hands on the small of your back crushing your body against his. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, a dopey smile graces your lips and Taehyung mirrors the expression.

“Thank you.” He whispers his forehead nudging against yours, “Thank you for staying tonight.” On your tippy toes, you place another first peck on his lips before pulling away—not missing Taehyung’s stunned expression at your sudden action.

“Anything for you two.” You grin, before stepping around him and heading towards his closet to grab a pair of his shorts and a baggy shirt. Taehyung quickly follows suit as the two of you change into your pajamas, and just in time before a certain little girl comes barreling into her father’s room, followed by a little fur-ball trailing behind her.

“I’m weady!!!” Aera exclaims throwing her hands up, almost resembling a star. Tannie barks excitedly, running around the three of you before he tires out and sits at your feet.

“Alright ladies,” Taehyung bends down to pick up Yeontan, “let’s get going!” And the three of you made your way down the staircase and into your little fort for the night.

Not even half an hour into the movie, Taehyung’s eyes were shut and soft snores escapes his parted lips as he leans his head against Aera’s shoulder.

When the three of you had finally settled down inside your tent, Yeontan sitting at the foot of the air mattress like the amazing guard dog he is, Taehyung’s eyes immediately shut. It was no surprise that he was tired, running meetings all day must have been tiring, but that still wouldn’t stop him from spending time at the amusement park with his daughter. It warmed your heart how much he sacrifices for her—but that’s what makes you fall in love with him even more; his selflessness and his love for the people he cares about.

“Awnty Y/n?”

Your head snaps down to the little girl who was cuddled up next to you, her round eyes already gazing up at yours.

“What’s up, princess?” The little girl looks conflicted, almost as if she wasn’t sure how to approach the questions she was going to ask. You could feel her uneasiness radiating off of her, so you soothingly rub her arms to encourage her to speak.

“My daddy weally yikes you…” She trails off clenching and unclenching her hands, “you aways make him smiyuea, en, en, en dat make me smiyuea.” You continue to rub her arm as she takes a deep breath, “en, en when you not hewe, daddy aways yook sad… so, dat make me sad…” She pauses, “When you yeft fow a wittle bit, daddy was weally sad… He told me that he weally yikes you, en, en I weally yike you, Awnty Y/n…” Her eyes start to droop as she cuddles up into your side, snuggling closer to you as if she was afraid that when she wakes up you’d be gone, “Aw you going to stay and be my momma?” She mumbles against your t-shirt, gently throwing her arm around your waist, “be-cawse… I tink I yove you yike a momma.” Her voice beginning to get quieter and quieter as she finishes her sentence, and then the sound of snores filled the little tent. Your heart racing at the little girl’s confession, and you couldn’t help but smile at her. Bending down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead and moving past her to place another kiss on the sleeping man who owns your heart, you smiled at the two; but little did the little girl know—in your eyes, she was already considered a daughter to you.

You had never pictured yourself to be in this scenario; falling hopelessly and completely in love with a man that has a daughter. It wasn’t that you weren’t open to the idea, you were just not expecting it to ever happen to you. You were young, so much life ahead of you—but you weren’t any short of excited that you were placed on this journey, especially with someone as genuine as Taehyung; you enjoyed every step of the way. Even though it was a rocky beginning, you wouldn’t change the past few months for anything. It seems that as the three of you spend time together, the more you fall—not just for Taehyung, but Aera too. It almost feels like it’s too good to be true, but from the last few months, you know for sure that what you feel for Taehyung is, in fact, real. You do love him, you do want to be with him, and you do see yourself having a future with him.

And that’s not something you’re used to. It’s scary—to fall in love so fast, only a matter of months, let alone falling in love with two people, but the way that you and Taehyung work—is beyond anything you could ever imagine, and you couldn’t ask for anyone better to do it with. You want to do life with him, to watch Aera grow, to be a part of his family… The two of you still have a ton of growing to do together and many loose ends that need to be fixed but knowing that you have an amazing support system filled with friends and each other, you know that everything will be okay, and what will be will be.

You want it all; to be successful, to be loved, and to have a forever partner that you could do life with. You want it all as long as it’s with him.

Concluding your deep thoughts with a smile, you sink down on the mattress, cuddling the toddler closer to you, and shutting your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Feeling the cool breeze wafting its way into the fort, you shivered. You shivered? Furrowing your brows, and you eyes still tightly shut, your hand lazily pats the spot beside you in attempts to find the little girl that was once cuddled up next to you; sadly, it was a cold spot that felt as if the warm body had been gone for hours. Huffing out, you hands trails its way on the further end of the bed in hopes to find Taehyung sleeping soundly right next to the cold spot where Aera was, but you were disappointed to be greeted with the same cold spot. Groaning in annoyance, you shoved your face into the pillows, deeply breathing into it and faintly picking up the scent of Taehyung’s laundry detergent, allowing you to calm down just a little. However, as you turned your head to lay on your side, your senses were filled with the smell of waffle batter and the sound of sizzling just a few feet away. Gently lifting your head and peeking out of your right eye to the opening of your fort, you could see Taehyung at the stove with Aera standing next to him. Their conversation was in hushed whispers, drowned out by the sound of the fan and the sizzling food in the pan, you opted to subtly make your way towards the kitchen. You quietly get out of bed, cracking your joints and stumbling forward and out of the tent. Almost like a secret agent, you press yourself against the wall that was mounted with the tv, sneakily peeking your head around the corner in efforts to hear them.

“Daddy,” Aera whispers to Taehyung as she spins the waffle maker handle with his help, humming Taehyung opening the hot element and forking the waffle and placing it on a plate, as Aera moves to sit criss-cross apple sauce in the chair.

“Is Awnty Y/n going to be my mommy?” Your eyes widened and a brush of colour made its way onto your cheeks, as you recall last nights events:

“My daddy weally yikes you…” She trails off clenching and unclenching her hands, “you aways make him smiyuea, en, en, en dat make me smiyuea.” You continue to rub her arm as she takes a deep breath, “en, en when you not hewe, daddy aways yook sad… so, dat make me sad…” She pauses, “When you yeft fow a wittle bit, daddy was weally sad… He told me that he weally yikes you, en, en I weally yike you, Awnty Y/n…” Her eyes start to droop as she cuddles up into your side, snuggling closer to you as if she was afraid that when she wakes up you’d be gone, “Aw you going to stay and be my momma?” She mumbles against your t-shirt, gently throwing her arm around your waist, “be-cawse… I tink I yove you yike a momma.”

You heart stuttered against your chest, beating rapidly at the thought of becoming the sweet girl’s mother, and of course being with Taehyung to raise her. You hadn’t told Aera last night—but you know for sure that you wanted to become a mother figure to her—even possibly earning that title for her. You could feel yourself smile even more. What a great start to your morning.

“Would you like her to be?” Taehyung teases, scooping more waffle batter into the maker, shutting it and flipping it to start the timer. Aera watches her father carefully, just to make sure he was following the instructions of the waffle maker.

“Yeahp.” Aera deadpans, she holds a sense of seriousness in her tone that almost seemed too serious for a three-year old. “I wan hew to be my mommy. Awnty Y/n is boot-iful, she yikes to paint en it pwetty painting too! She vewy smart—”

“Smarter than daddy?” Taehyung teases, flipping the waffle onto its other side to cook.

“Yeth.” Aera responds with zero hesitation which causes you to slap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing out and giving away your presence, “she pwefect fo uth.”

Taehyung’s heart warms at how much you had impacted his daughter’s life. Raising Aera wasn’t easy, especially for a man who had just began running a company, but he likes to think that he did a fine job at raising an intelligent toddler at only 25 years of age; if Taehyung could be proud of anything he’s done in his life, it wouldn’t be becoming the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion line, it wouldn’t be the fact that he was ranked as one of the top richest men in the world, no; Taehyung is proud that he was able to do all those things and raise a toddler while achieving it. That’s what Taehyung was proud of, what he will always be proud of. Now, the second thing he would be proud of is fixing things with you and allowing you into his life, into their life. He was proud that he took the chance to get to know you, to allow you to get to know him and his daughter—sure there was miscommunications at first, but all of this was entirely new to the both of you; you falling in love with a man that already had a child, and him falling in love—truly in love with someone who loves him and his daughter the same. Taehyung stands by those two moments and holds it close to his heart, just thinking about it makes his heart want to burst out of his chest with happiness.

“She is pretty perfect, huh?” Taehyung asks her, opening the waffle maker and, again, forking the doughy delight onto another plate, handing it to Aera who was dressing up the two plated waffles with fresh blueberries, strawberries, and some blackberries. She quickly pops a blueberry into her mouth before she’s reaching for the last plate of waffles and getting to work. Her tongue pokes out in concertation while she precisely places the blueberries in a shape of a heart on the waffle, smiling in triumph, when she achieves a pretty looking heart.

“Hey, flower?” Taehyung questions, unplugging the waffle maker and leaning against the counter to stare at Aera. Once she heard the gentle seriousness her father’s tone held, she immediately dropped all the strawberries back into the bowl and stared at him, “Can I tell you a secret?” Aera nodded vigorously, shutting her lips and pinches her fingers together and sliding them across her mouth like a zipper. The little gesture made your heart swoon, and Taehyung’s chuckles filled the kitchen.

“Daddy wants her to be your mommy too.”

Feeling the redness return to your cheeks, you bite your lip to keep you from smiling like an idiot, your heart pounding at the words Taehyung had uttered out to his daughter—words that you didn’t even know you needed to hear. Finally, unable to keep your excitement in, you knock on the wall coming out of your hiding spot, as the two whipped around with matching boxy grins to greet your presence.

“Morning!” You chirped, walking in, “’smells great in here.” You walked towards Aera giving her a tight squeeze, before you came face to face with a beaming Taehyung, engulfing his large frame in a gentle hug as well.

“You sweep gwood, Awenty?” Aera asks thrusting the plate of waffles with the blueberry heart on it, “Dis one fow you!” You gratefully take the plate of food, grinning at the young girl.

“Did you make this, Aera?” She nods with a huge grin, “I love it! Thank you little flower! Looks delicious! And yes, I slept very well, thank you!”

“De-wishious!” Aera parrots as she trots to her chair, climbing it and plopping down at the island.

“Sleep good?” Taehyung asks, subtly wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into another hug. You bask in his warmness, still holding the beautiful plate of food that your favorite duo made you, you hummed as you both made your way to sit next to Aera.

“You slept good, too?” You aske him, shoveling a forkful of waffle into your mouth, while he hummed in agreeance as well.

“Very.”

“Wha we do today?” Aera asks with her mouth full of waffles, her head glancing at you and then Taehyung, you and then Taehyung.

“Flower, what’d I say about talking with your mouth full?” Taehyung tsked at her, as she mumbles an apology before grabbing her cup and chugs down water. You giggle to yourself; you had always loved seeing Taehyung go all father mode, that you can’t help but laugh.

“How about…” You begin, grabbing a blueberry and gesturing Aera to open her mouth, “we go shopping for a bit, and then tonight we go to Auntie's art show?” Plopping the blueberry into the waiting child’s mouth, booping her nose and earning a giggle from her. “No one’s in today, and Mr. Kang said that I could give some friends a quick glance around if they don’t like being in crowded places!” You offered, taking another bite from your waffle, smiling cheekily at Taehyung.

“Ouuu!!!” Aera squeals, ignoring the rest of her food as she turns to her dad with puppy eyes, “We go, we go, we go?” Taehyung chuckles at his daughter’s excitement.

“Sure!” Taehyung exclaims, Aera shoots out of her seat and runs up the stairs, “Wa- hey wait, baby where are you going?”

“Go change!” Her voice echoes and you hear the faint sound of a door shutting as the two of you stare at each other and giggle.

“Well, I guess we should hurry up then.” Taehyung says, shoveling the last piece of his food into his mouth, before standing up and making his way towards you, bending down to retrieve your empty plate and to give you a quick kiss to your lips, you happily returning it, “Morning, pretty.”

“Morning.” You whisper in a daze, watching him make his way to the sink, his back muscles flexing under his oversized shirt, bending down, and placing the dirty plates into the dishwasher. You quickly follow him towards his room and the two of you get ready to head out.

The two of you make your way to the bedroom to quickly get dressed to head out for the mall. You weren't really sure how long you'd be out anyways, but it was always nice to just walk about with Taehyung and Aera. So, that's what you had decided to do for the rest of the afternoon. Making your way downstairs, you were met with the little girl dressed in some jeans and a white shirt, giggling on the floor with Tannie.

"Weady!!!" Aera exclaims happily, as she shoots up from her spot, scarring Yeontan in the process, and quickly slipping on her shoes and bouncing her way to the door.

"Alright, ladies, lets gooo!" Taehyung says grabbing his keys off the counter and quietly slipping his hand into yours before the three of you set off for a day at the mall.

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After returning from your little adventure for the day, the three of you picked up some pizza before heading home; one large pizza with mushrooms and various types of meats (Taehyung's request).

You were all situated in the kitchen, happily munching on your pizzas, the sun outside setting, creating this magnificent glow reflecting off of the windows. It had been such a beautiful November day, the breeze was cool, the sun was out and not overbearingly hot, the birds were still chirping about, all in all it was a gorgeous day, and you couldn't have spent it with anyone better. Almost out of nowhere, Aera's eyes widened looking down at her outfit.

"Change!!!" She shrieks, setting her greasy pizza down, and bolting up the stairs.

"Aera!" Taehyung called for her, but to his dismay, she was already slamming the door to her room.

"Oh," You gasped, swallowing you food, "That's right, we have to get to the museum! I don't want to get there too, too late. Don't want security getting mad." You giggled, taking a sip of water before hopping off of the chair. Taehyung quickly shoves the rest of his slice into his mouth, following you up the stairs.

“Mmm, what should we wear?”

“Tae, it’s just us.” You giggled, “And I don’t really have any of my fancier clothing pieces here.” You begin shuffling around to find your yesterday’s clothes to put on, but Taehyung places his arm in front of you to stop looking around, “Wha—” You question him but it was cut short when he was interlacing your hands together while he walks you towards his massive walk-in closet. Your eyes widened at the sight that was in the middle of the room.

A gorgeous floor-length blush dress, a deep v cut to accentuate your ‘not too big but not too little’ chest that was decorated in beautiful rhinestones that covered the entirety of the neckline, beautiful thin spaghetti straps to hold the dress together, gorgeous slit a the side to showcase your legs; a great tactic to make you look much tall than you are. Beside it you see a sleek black box—a typical container that could hold shoes. Your mouth hangs open as you take in the amount of money Taehyung must’ve spent on each piece.

“Di-did you buy all this?” You asked turning to him, who was shyly smiling, “Taehyung… I can’t—”

“Hey,” Taehyung cups your face in his hands, “none of that, I wanted to… Can’t I spoil my girl?” Your head spins; my girl, it sounded so nice coming from his lips that you almost forget that you weren’t really his, like… You were but you weren’t, it’s not official, but it is? Whatever the case may be, the two of you were happy with how things were, why overcomplicate things and get upset over things that don’t need to be upset over?

Ignoring your thoughts and enjoying the idea that he just called you his girl again, you gave a gentle smile and humming into the kiss you pressed on his lips, “You really didn’t have to…” You mumbled against him, feeling his smile against you.

“I wanted to, baby. It’s okay.” He pats your bum, signaling you to head towards his gifts, obeying his request, you excitedly hurt over to the shoe box and your heart drops at how stunning the shoes are. The stunning heel’s soles are coated in red and the whole exterior is a champagne colour. You could cry—literally.

“C’mon, beautiful,” Taehyung pulls you closer to the goodies, “let’s get ready.”

After slipping into your dress and shoes, Taehyung was patiently waiting outside in his room, sporting a crisp white shirt, tucked into black dress pants and a black blazer—again, super simple, but nothing short of appealing. What you weren’t expecting was Aera to be sitting on his lap dressed in the same colour as you with her hair in pigtails.

“Wow!” Aera screeched look at you with wide eyes, leaving her dad behind she twirls around you with stars in her eyes, “You yook yike a pwincess!” Aera gushes, touching the soft fabric of the dress, clapping her hands.

“No, baby,” Taehyung says, scooping her up in his arms, “you, Ms. Aera, are the princess. I think Auntie Y/n is the queen tonight.” Blushing at his words, Aera’s face warps into confusion.

“Does dat make daddy a King?” Giggling to herself, Taehyung opens his mouth to reply when the doorbell goes off, surprising the three of you.

“I’ll go get it!” You smile, making your way down the steps and towards the front door. You weren’t really sure who Taehyung was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t this beautiful woman standing in chic white trousers and a blazer to match. You gazed at her to watch her own eyes widen at the sight of you, giving you a once over and seeing her visibly gulp in intimidation made you internally smirk.

“May I help you?” You asked staring at the dyed blonde haired woman, as she chokes out a cough.

“Oh—” She coughs again, “I’m looking for Kim Taehyung? I came to uh-drop these off…” She shuffles around inside her bag and pulls out a large amount of papers that were within a green folder. “They’re the custody papers, I signed.” It was your turn to widened your eyes.

This was Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend and the mother of Aera? It was no wonder the little girl was as beautiful as she was; it was no secret that Taehyung is a very handsome man, so you had assumed that all her looks were from him, but you hadn’t seen any pictures of her biological mother, but now that she stood right in front of you—it was obvious that Aera had the perfect ration between the two. Even though her mouth had the same boxy smile as Taehyung’s, it was her mother’s lips that she had; her nose too was from her, a beautiful nose bridge that you had only dreamed of having…

“Oh—uhm,” You hesitantly reach for the papers, bowing in respect, “I’ll hand these to him, th-thank you for stopping by…” You uttered out, Isla gave you a gentle smile.

“Of course, I’m happy to sign them… I’m glad Taehyung found someone to love and care for him and Aera.” Her gaze softens, “Thank you for being that for them.”

You were stunned—you had always known the typical baby mama situation—she’s supposed to be batshit crazy, was she not? So, why was she thanking you, let alone okay with you stepping into her place, practically stealing her title?

“I-uh”

“Y/n? What’s—” Taehyung comes up behind you to meet Isla’s gaze, “Isla? What are you—”

“She was dropping this off for you.” You handed him the documents that she had given to you just moments before he came. Quickly taking the papers out of your hands, he opens it and skims through it with a gentle smile.

“You’re positive you’re okay with this?” You watched as Isla shifts uneasily, nodding her head.

“I don’t deserve to be called a mother, Taehyung.” Isla sighs, “I never loved or treated her as if she was my child.” You felt your heart break. Regardless of how shitty she treated these two amazing people, you truly felt for her. You knew that she didn't want to entirely give up her rights to see her child, what mother would? But you could almost sense that she felt the need to in order for Taehyung to move on—move on with you. Surprising yourself and Isla (Taehyung included), you were clutching her hands in yours.

“You know it’s never too late,” You whispered, “She’s still a part of you, Isla. Just because you and Taehyung aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean that you have to be out of her life completely.” You reasoned, “It just takes some work to get her to come around—work that you have to be willing to put in.”

Taehyung was stunned that you were okay with the idea of Aera’s birth mother still being in the picture, and to think that he couldn’t fall in love with you more—watching you try and save Isla from completely walking out, brought tears to the brim of his eyes. You love and compassion towards others really does warm his heart, you didn’t know this woman personally—only stories that Taehyung had told you, some of them not so nice, but here you were, openly giving Isla the option to not go through with the documents and to still be in Aera's life.

“If you’re worried about me being angry with you, with you wanting to stay in Aera’s life, don’t. I’m not like that. I want Aera to be happy, I want Taehyung to be happy, I want you to be happy,” You watch as tears cascades down Isla’s cheeks, “What happened in the past is the past, you can correct it; if what makes you happy is still seeing your daughter—even for just a few times a week—who are we to stand in the way of that? She is still yours.”

“I—” Isla chokes out a sob, “Taehyung, is-is it okay? May I still see her? She doesn’t need to call me mom… I know I am not the rightful heir to that title,” She smiles through tears as her eyes—that held a lot of admiration for you journeys to find your own, “You’ve caught an amazing girl, Tae… Who truly holds the right to have that title for our daughter.”

Smiling at Isla, you let go of her hands and sink back into Taehyung who gladly wraps his arms around you.

“I did..” He whispers, “Of course, Isla… We can work out the details another time, but I think it’ll do you and Aera good to be on good terms.”

Isla smiles, dabbing her eyes away from tears, “Thank you… Thank you—” She glances at you, expectantly.

“Y/n.” You grin.

“Thank you, Y/n…” She steps back, “Truly…. You two are beautiful together… I-my fiancé is waiting for me in the car, I should get going… Thank you again, both of you.” She turns to gaze at Tae, “We will talk soon about arrangements.” With that Taehyung’s ex-love heads towards the end of the driveway where a car awaited her, and soon enough, she's driving off.

“You’re amazing.” Taehyung whispers against your hair, gently tucking his fingers under your chin to bring your eyes to his.

“How?”

Taehyung stifles a laugh as he pecks your lips, “Even though you knew what she put me and Aera through, you still wanted her to be apart of her life, she doesn’t deserve the title, but yet you still wanted her to be someone to Aera, why?”

You don’t know the answer to that question, why did you salvage their relationship? You pondered the thought as soon as you watched Isla leave. You grin to yourself, “Because,” You stare up at him, “I know what it’s like to grow up without one parent—and I don’t want her to regret her decision the way my dad did; the only difference is that Isla isn’t too late to fix her relationship with Aera… My dad—” You paused, smiling sadly, “our relationship was too broken to salvage.”

Taehyung brushes a piece of your hair away as the two of you stand underneath the stars. Your mind wanders to what your life would be like if you hadn’t met Taehyung in the park… Would you be as happy as you are now? Would you have found someone who shows you a tremendous amount of love, like he does?

Does he love you the way you do him?

“Where’s Aera?” You ask gently, the two of you now swaying in beat with the warm wind that danced around your bodies like a melody. He arms had drifted to wrapping around your waist, while your arms had snaked around his neck. Neither of you had retreated back into the house after your encounter with his ex, but you weren’t sure if you wanted this to end—the moonlight on the two of you like a spotlight, swaying to the sound of the wind whistling in your ears, while you held onto him. The November night was kind; not too cold for you to be shivering, but it wasn’t warm either, but being in Taehyung’s arms like this—you felt warmer than you’ve ever felt in your entire life.

“She fell asleep as soon as I started rubbing her head because she claimed her pigtails hurt.” He mocks her toddler voice, earning a giggle from you, while he chuckles.

“Guess you didn’t have to buy me all this stuff huh?” You asked gesturing down to the newly bought items that he splurged on. Taehyung threw his head back in laughter, shaking his head.

“I regret nothing.” He then pauses to just stare at you. Heart eyed. Taehyung takes in your alluring figure, how the dress fit you beautifully hugging every curve and dip, making you look delicate, yet so sexy. The way your shoes gave you some height—yet not enough to come close to him, where you still need to tip toe to reach his lips, the way your doe eyes stare up at him in wonder—pure fascination. He admired you, the way you could hold your own without him, how you give so much love to those around you, and how much love you give to those that are close—he loves all of you. From the top of your head to all the way down to you toes—Taehyung loves you. Every inch of you, every side of you, he loves you. He knows that for sure—he’s known that, but tonight, the way you have always treated Aera as if she was your own and the way you wanted to keep a good relationship between her and her birth mother—Taehyung can’t express how much he adored you for that—for all that you do for them.

Tonight though, it was apparent that he didn’t want you going anywhere; and you didn’t want him going anywhere. Tonight, the both of you realized how well you two worked—you’ve both always know, but tonight solidified that you both were ready to do life together—officially.

“I love you.”

Taehyung whispers causing your heart to beat rapidly against your chest at the words you've always known you felt; but hearing the words escape his lips with so much confidence made your heart swell, “I really do love you, Y/n. I have for a while.” He shyly states, continuing to sway with you, “I want to do this with you, to do life with you—officially.”

“What exactly are you asking, Mr. Kim?” You teased, leaning away from him to catch a glimpse of mischief in his eyes, pulling you flush against him.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” He states, bending down to brush his lips against yours.

“Label and all?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

“Label and all.” Taehyung confirms, his signature boxy grin gracing his angelic face.

“Then, yes; I’ll gladly be yours.”

As if he couldn’t wait, Taehyung’s lips were crashing down onto yours. The sweet taste of his lips that you had grown familiar with for quite some time now, has grown to be your comfort. The way he holds you with so much gentleness, almost scared that you’d shatter into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful. After a long few months of confusion to clarity, to more confusion, and now finally the fog seemed to have cleared, and all you could set your sights on was this man and a little girl who has changed your life for the better.

You weren’t sure where this crazy ride was about to lead you, but you didn’t care; as long as it was with them, you wanted it all.

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