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Detective Perfect

Summary: Detective work is one of the most challenging jobs in terms of intelligence- at least, that's what you've noticed as someone who has been on the sidelines for the past two years. But with Kim Taehyung by your side, how hard can it be?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: High school student reader, high school student Taehyung, best friends to lovers, detective au, bantering, fluff

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, dead bodies, divorce and cheating (not between oc and Taehyung), blood, gun violence, physical violence, mentions of gangs, minor character deaths, mentions of parental abuse, detailed mentions of drugs

Author's Note: My first fic ever! I'm a little nervous haha, but I'm glad I'm finally gaining the confidence to do it (*_*;;;). I hope you enjoy this and everything else I have planned for the future of this page!

"Here."

The plastic bag hanging from your hand dropped onto the grass next to Taehyung, who looked up at you with an annoying grin. Your best friend grabbed the bag happily, pulling out its contents.

"Aw don't be like that," Taehyung teased at your sulking, bringing out a pair of wooden chopsticks and a plastic container of steaming chicken from the bag, "you did this to yourself."

You rolled your eyes, "I did not. Remind me to never place a bet with you again."

Taehyung pouted as he brought a piece of the chicken to his mouth like he always did when he ate, "you say that every time we make a bet, and every time it ends with you making me food."

"Mhmm, and who won the last time we made a bet?"

He just waved you off, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The familiar feeling of wanting to throw your best friend off a bridge engulfed you, but for the sake of the greater good, you suppressed it reluctantly. 

"Come on," you said, tapping his knee as you turned towards the police building, "our lunch break is almost over and I'm pretty sure our new case is more interesting than finding some lady's purse this time!"

That had his eyes widening in excitement as he quickly closed the container and placed it in his bag, running after you, "you really think so? How do you know?"

"I overheard some officers and Detective Lee having a serious conversation. Then I heard him mention our names! I know it's not a lot to go on, but it can't be nothing, right?"

Taehyung was silent for a moment, clearly mulling over your words, "maybe? I really hope so, I'm so ready for a case that doesn't involve finding Mrs. Hwang's grandson in the convenience store."

You chuckled as you both made your way towards Detective Lee's office, "at least she always gives us cookies after, even though he's always just trying to stuff himself in the ice cream freezer every time."

Taehyung just shook his head, "man, that kid is something else. If I even thought of being that reckless, my mom would beat me with her slipper."

You nodded in agreement. Your dad would never let you see the light of day again.

When the two of you finally arrived at Detective Lee's office, you let Taehyung open the door to find the detective sitting behind his desk, gaze intensely focused on the papers sitting in front of him. At your entrance, his eyes flickered upwards before standing up and giving you both a grim smile.

"Taehyung, Y/N, today your task will be a little different from the ones you're normally used to," he announced. It took every ounce of self-control in you not to jump excitedly at his words and one glance at Taehyung's restrained smile made it clear he felt the same.

"We're ready for anything you ask of us Detective Lee," he said quickly and you nodded alongside him.

Detective Lee nodded his head towards the guard standing in front of the door you and Taehyung had entered from. In a matter of seconds, the guard walked in with a police officer trailing behind him. All their expressions looked solemn.

"Meet Officer Jang. We will be working with him during this case," he said, allowing the officer to stand beside him as he spoke, "Officer Jang, this is Y/N and Taehyung. They've been student volunteers here at this precinct for the past 2 years and will be accompanying us as part of the precinct's shadowing program."

The officer, who had been expressionless up until now, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "how young are they?"

"They're both 17, so not too young. But please keep in mind they are still high school kids. Try to limit their interactions with the crime scene to what's appropriate."

Crime scene?

You glanced at Taehyung, who already had his eyes on you. Were you both going to investigate a crime scene? Like an actual murder? Or maybe a robbery? Detective Lee wouldn't be so adamant about not seeing a bank robbery. It had to be a murder.

The possibility had your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"Alright then," the officer said in finality.

"Let's begin with the briefing."

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The story of how you and Taehyung met has always been a popular one for the parties. It often left your classmates shocked in a mix of emotions, which of course the two of you could not care less about. The pain behind it had passed, and now the only thing you could do was laugh it off and continue with your lives. 

You weren't childhood friends that grew up together, nor were you classmates that had found friendship during the school year. In fact, Taehyung didn't even become a student at your school until after the two of you became friends and Taehyung had asked his mother to transfer.

It all started when you were 12 and had started noticing an odd atmosphere suffocating the air in your house. Back then, you were much too young to understand the hesitance and aversion in your parents' actions towards each other and, unfortunately, none had made an attempt to explain the situation to you. It was probably because you were young and the topic was a little too mature for your age, but still, looking back you would have appreciated it if someone had taken the time to sit down and walk you through it. 

Instead, you found out about it firsthand in a way that was frankly traumatizing for a child to see. 

Your mother had been having an affair with another man,

and you had caught them both in your mother's bedroom doing... well, affair-worthy stuff.

While your mother had covered up and desperately tried to explain to you the importance of keeping this secret from your father, the sound of his footsteps entering the room had left all attempts at secrecy futile. And as if that wasn't enough, a woman you had never seen in your entire life had barged into the bedroom a few minutes later and began yelling at the man still sitting on the bed. 

"Is this normal in the adult world?" A voice had asked. You had turned to find a boy around your age standing and watching the chaotic yelling coming from all four of them now. You assumed he was the son of the unfamiliar woman in the room considering their similar appearances. 

"No one warned me we would need earplugs to prepare for adulthood," you thought out loud. He had laughed and after the divorces took place, the two of you had been inseparable since.

You're not sure whether the infatuation with crime had been because of that incident in some weird psychologically twisted way or you would've found the interest regardless of that situation, but either way, it happened. You and Taehyung had spent hours watching crime shows and documentaries together, using your non-existent detective skills to solve the cases presented. 

That's what led you both to volunteer at the local precinct in your city and eventually to the place the two of you were in now.

A house.

You and Taehyung had been a little disappointed by the lack of creepy haunted mansions and mysterious dead bodies when the officer had explained that a murder had taken place in a normal house a few neighborhoods away from your own, but at least the mention of a murder was interesting enough. Detective Lee had followed the officer to the body while giving orders to the two of you to search the upper level of the house for evidence.

"He doesn't want us to see the body," Taehyung said dejectedly, walking through the doorway of one of the bedrooms. 

"There are probably some kind of laws in place for minors seeing stuff like that," you guessed, looking around the room. It had already been searched by officers beforehand, evident through a few evidence markers that had been placed here and there, "but who cares? If we show Detective Lee we're useful, maybe he'll let us come to more of his serious cases."

"I want to actually be a part of the investigation, not look at underwear," he pouted as he pointed towards an open drawer that was full of said undergarments, "he's just keeping us busy because he thinks we're children and he wants us on the sidelines."

"I mean... we are children, though."

He just sighed, "there's nothing here. Let's check the other room."

You nodded, feeling the same disappointment Taehyung was. But it only made you more determined to show Detective Lee your potentials. 

You followed behind Taehyung mindlessly as he walked through the doorway of the second bedroom. 

"What the-" Taehyung suddenly yelped, flinching backwards into you.

"What is wrong with you?" You said, pushing him off you, and walking into the room.

At first, you didn't understand what could have caused his reaction, until you saw it.

There was someone in here. A boy, around your age, sitting calmly on the floor, eyes glued to a window that revealed the brick wall of the house next to the one you were in now.

How creepy.

You inched towards him despite Taehyung's protests to get behind him.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked softly. The boy was still for a moment, before turning towards you and you gasped.

He was beautiful.

You sounded so pathetic saying it, but damn was the boy sitting on the floor fine. His jawline was sharp, body toned and cheeks cutely puffy but still managing to be structured at the same time. And his eyes... Although they were simply brown, they were so intense as they first scanned you and then Taehyung.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said softly, pulling himself off the ground.

Taehyung gave you a look before he whispered, "why'd you gasp like that?" 

"He's hot."

You noticed Taehyung's jaw clench as his eyes scanned the boy, his gaze suddenly very cold.

The boy on the other hand smirked and, even though you had whispered it, you had a feeling he might have heard your comment, "I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."

"I'm Y/N, and this is Taehyung," you said politely, eyes travelling down to the outline of his abs against his shirt before forcing them back up to his face.

Congratulations Y/N, you are officially a creep, you thought bitterly.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung said. You were surprised to hear the distance in his voice. 

"I live here," Jimin said, regarding Taehyung before his eyes landed back on you, "my father was the one killed."

That's when Taehyung's eyes softened, "I'm sorry."

But to your surprise, Jimin just waved him off, "he was an abusive bastard. Whoever killed him did me a favour."

"I'm assuming you guys are here with the detective to figure out who killed him?" Jimin continued, as if he wasn't talking about his father's murder.

Then again, he did say he was abusive. If your dad abused you, you doubted you would love him as much as you did.

"Yeah, we are," you replied, deciding to take advantage of the situation. Jimin nodded, walking past the two of you while grabbing some keys that had been sitting on the desk, "come on, I'll show you the office he always kept locked. Maybe you'll find something there."

The two of you followed behind Jimin as he led you through the hallway of the small house. He slowed down a little, causing Taehyung, who had been walking directly behind him, to step back, allowing Jimin to fall into step beside you.

"So Y/N, you're into this investigative stuff?" he asked.

You nodded, "I'm going to be a detective in a few years."

"You must go over a lot of cases and watch a lot of crime documentaries in that case. It must be fun to do that stuff with your boyfriend," Jimin asked suddenly, "do you? Have a boyfriend I mean?"

"What?" 

The stupid response escaped before you could think it through. Why would he want to know that?

"Just curious," Jimin explained nonchalantly.

You were about to answer when Taehyung spoke from behind you, "yes, she does. Screw off Park Jimin."

You rolled your eyes and slapped him on the shoulder, "No, I do not Taehyung."

A smile perched on Jimin's lips as he smoothly set the key into the lock of an unfamiliar door and pushed it open, "good to know."

You and Taehyung peered curiously into what seemed like a normal office. There was a desk littered with papers and mail, a bookshelf filled with a bunch of textbooks and a picture frame of a girl posing lewdly for the camera.

"What was his job?" You asked, slowly starting to sift through some of the papers on the desk. Surprisingly, it didn't seem like the police had searched this room yet. 

"I don't know," Jimin shrugged, curiously looking around the room as if he had never been in there either, "some kind of businessman, I think?"

The papers, which turned out to be documents, seemed to confirm that. They showed mass purchases of various products, from bathroom supplies to giant construction machinery. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you continued to sift through the transaction documents. His purchase history was so odd that you couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what kind of businesses he dealt in. Sometimes he was mass purchasing random grocery items, other times he was selling oddly named airplane parts. 

What the heck?

"Hey guys?" You spoke up, watching as they stopped their search and turned towards you, "um, do you guys know what bathroom accessory a 'nalatir' is?"

Both boys' eyebrows furrowed as they made their way to you and peered over your shoulder to look at the document in your hand. 

"Yeah, I've never heard of an 'ethem' before," Taehyung announced, with Jimin nodding on your other side.

"Definitely haven't heard of an 'enaicock' before," Jimin continued, smirking a bit. 

You rolled your eyes at his childishness, "maybe he's not actually purchasing and selling what's written on the paper?"

"You think they're some sort of anagrams?" Taehyung asked, hand brushing against yours faintly as he took the paper from you and narrowed his gaze at the words.

You felt your fingers tingle at the subtle touch, a little surprised by your reaction. What was that?

After a moment, Taehyung turned towards you, pointing at one of the words on the paper, "this one roughly spells out cocaine if you read it backwards."

You took the paper from him.

enaicock

kcociane

cocaine

It kind of made sense. You looked at the other words to make sure it wasn't a coincidence. But you found yourself finding various names that happened to relate to a variety of drugs. 

Taehyung had cracked the code. 

"I think you got it," you said, smiling a bit at Taehyung who returned the expression, "maybe you're not as stupid as I thought you were."

He rolled his eyes at your teasing, but the smile didn't leave his lips as he turned towards the desk, "so your dad was a drug dealer or something?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was," Jimin huffed, "just when you think that man can't get any worse," he mumbled under his breath.

"Actually I don't think that's all," you said, feeling kind of bad for Jimin and what all these new revelations were probably doing to him. You can't imagine suffering at the hands of someone you thought you knew, only to discover that he was so much worse than you had thought. 

"The product names on these documents are all some form of anagram for drugs," you explained, showing them the purchase history for the 'bathroom accessories,' "but I can't really find any drug names from these names over here."

You placed a purchase history document that was supposed to be for construction equipment in front of the two, "If we're still going with anagrams, then these names kind of remind me of the names of weapons."

Slowly the boys nodded, looking over the other documents.

"I think you're right," Taehyung said, eyes glued to the papers. 

"These kind of make out names, don't they?" Jimin said, placing the 'plane parts' document in front of you. He was right, you could make out a few human names here and there. 

"What does a person use drugs, weapons and names for?" Taehyung thought out loud.

"It's kind of like those gang or mafia TV shows," Jimin chuckled. But the smile was wiped off his face when he noticed your expression, "wait, seriously? You think my father was part of a gang or something?"

"It's a pretty likely guess," you said.

The conversation came to a stop when you all heard a series of bangs come from the downstairs level of the house. 

"That kind of sounded like-" you said slowly.

"Gunshots," Taehyung concluded. And in a matter of seconds, he was already running out of the room.

"Taehyung!" You yelled, running after him with Jimin right on your heels. 

Was he insane? What kind of idiot runs headfirst into a gunfight? What if he got hurt?

Your run came to a stop when you made it to the living room, eyes widening at the scene before you.

Everyone was dead. 

Detective Lee, the officer that had brought you and Taehyung here and the other officers that had been roaming around the crime scene, were lying on the floor with gunshot wounds littering their bodies. 

The only two that were still alive were standing in the centre of the room. The weight of the situation was suddenly clear to you. 

Taehyung stood only a few steps before you, hands up in the air as his gaze focused on the man in front of him.

Jimin's dad. Park Hae-Soo. 

He stood amidst the chaos, gun pointed at Taehyung with what seemed like a cross between a grimace and a smirk, yet the body that had brought on the investigation was still lying near the wall. 

The person that had been killed had not been Jimin's dad, you realized. The body had just meant to lure everyone here for Hae-Soo's plan. The only question was, what exactly was he accomplishing  by killing all these people? What was his motive?

"Crap," you heard a shaky voice behind you whisper. You found yourself looking back to find Jimin staring with wide eyes at his father.

The nonchalant Jimin that had spoken casually about his dad was long gone and had probably never existed now than you thought about it. That mask had dropped to showcase just how terrified Jimin was of his father. He was trembling- no shaking- at the mere sight of him. His gaze flickered between the bodies, then the gun and then finally his father's face. 

"Why?" Taehyung asked, gaze firmly directed towards the man that could end his life in mere seconds. You wanted to shout at Taehyung, scream at him to shut up and care about his life. How could he speak so casually with a man that had murdered at least a dozen people in the span of five minutes?

"Why?" The man laughed, "Kid, how old are you? They bringin' children to do men's jobs now?"

He nudged one of the dead officers with his shoe, with a haughty scoff, "bastards."

You began to tremble just like Jimin as he fixed the point of the gun at Taehyung's head and unlocked the safety of the weapon, "I'm giving you an option, but I'm not a man that likes to repeat his words so listen carefully." 

"You and your girlfriend can walk out of here without bullets in your bodies as long as you promise not to tell anyone about this."

His voice lowered considerably at his next words, "but if I find out you didn't keep your mouths shut, I'll personally track you both down and show you what a slow and painful death looks like."

His words floated dangerously in the air as silence ensued. You knew what Taehyung would do, what he would say before he opened his mouth. 

"We're not-" But he was interrupted as you ran towards him and covered his mouth.

"We will! We'll leave and we promise we won't tell a single soul, just let us go," you said hastily. 

You could both leave here and let the officers of another precinct know about this, but you had to survive first in order to do that, "just let us leave unharmed."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed. 

"Well, I can see who's the brains in the relationship," the man said, licking his bottom lip as he smirked a little. You knew where his eyes were, and they were not on your face. 

With a disgusted expression, you nudged Taehyung to get him to move, "come on Jimin, let's go."

"No," Hae-Soo's strong voice cut through the air like a knife, "that boy stays here."

That boy.

Your gaze landed on Jimin once again, who hadn't moved an inch from the doorway of the living room, expression still terrified. 

"I said you two can go, not him," Jimin's dad commanded loudly, and you could've sworn you noticed Jimin flinch, "he stays here."

That was going to be a problem. 

You couldn't leave Jimin here after hearing about his father being abusive, who knows what he had in store for Jimin. It was clear his father didn't have an ounce of love for him, or any kind of connection with him for that matter. Jimin couldn't stay here. 

"We're not leaving him," you said firmly, and although some may consider it brave, the only thing you felt was fear because you might just become the reason for your and Taehyung's, and maybe even Jimin's death.

"You're in no position to make demands sweetheart," he sneered and pointed the barrel of his gun at your head, "get out. I won't say it twice."

You felt Taehyung take a step to move in front of you, but Jimin's dad moved the gun towards him, stopping him in his tracks, "don't move unless you're leaving this house."

"I'm giving you one last chance," he said slowly, eyes blazing with anger, "leave, or die."

Another silence overtook the room as no one moved. It was like there was a timer ticking in your head, counting down the seconds you had left to change this situation. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to think of some way you could disarm Jimin's father. Some way you could save both Taehyung and Jimin. 

Your gaze travelled towards the grey leather couch, then the white dirty carpet drenched in blood, and then the bodies littering the floor.

There was nothing.

"Time's up," Jimin's dad said suddenly. You saw the barrel of his gun point towards you once again.

"No!" Taehyung yelled. You felt Taehyung's hands on your shoulder at the same time you heard the sound of the gun going off. 

Your head connected harshly with the floor while Taehyung hovered over you. You could make out the bullet hole on the wall just a meter above where you had been standing a second ago. Taehyung didn't waste much time as he pushed himself up and ran towards Jimin's dad, trying to pry the gun from his hands. 

"Sehun!" Hae-Soo yelled while trying to get out of the hold Taehyung had on him now.

You felt a pair of hands grapple you down as you tried to pull yourself up. The owner of the hands, most likely Sehun, was unfamiliar to you, but it was clear that he was on Hae-Soo's side as he held you down and waited for further instructions. Behind you, you could make out Jimin fighting with another man dressed similarly to Sehun. 

Your gaze dropped to Taehyung and Jimin's dad, who were now grappling with the gun. It sat between them, the barrel pointed dangerously at Taehyung as he tried to pry it from Hae-Soo's hands. You could feel your heart beat loudly in your chest as you saw Jimin's dad's finger snake around Taehyung's arm and feel the trigger of the gun. Only you don't think Taehyung noticed the action, which made your stomach drop.

"Taehyung move!" You yelled.

But it wasn't fast enough.

The sound of a gunshot reverberated across the room. Taehyung, whose eyes were wide now, slowly looked down at the gun and then Hae-Soo's face. 

The barrel had been pointing at Taehyung.

Taehyung had been shot.

Kim Taehyung, your best friend, was going to die.

You heard yourself scream his name before you could even realize what had happened. You couldn't lose him. You couldn't lose the best friend that had helped you through the choppy divorce of your parents. You couldn't lose the man that made sure to call you after school every single day to make sure you got home safely. You couldn't lose the one person in your life that did everything he could to make you happy when you were feeling down even when it involved embarrassing himself.

You couldn't lose Kim Taehyung. Because without him, you think you'd lose yourself.

"Get up," a man's voice rang from in front of you, but you didn't move. Your eyes stayed glued to Taehyung. 

"Get up, we have to go before his men get here, your friend is fine," he said more firmly. His words caused you to look up at him, surprised when you saw Sehun passed out on the floor not too far away from you. Instead, another man was standing before you, hand raised to help you onto your feet. 

His black hair was trimmed into an army cut and he towered over you, looking a little impatient as you stared at him from your position on the floor. 

Who was he? And where did he even come from?

You turned to look at Jimin, who was being helped by a guy that was dressed in similar clothes to the one in front of you, only he was a little shorter and adorned with light purple hair that somehow managed to suit him. 

But then you processed the man's words. 

Your friend is fine.

You turned back to Taehyung, who was crouched over Jimin's dad. There was blood surrounding them, but none actually on Taehyung's shirt. It was Hae-Soo. It was his shirt that was soaked in blood. An unfamiliar man stood behind him, a gun in his hand as he pried Taehyung off of Jimin's dad and dragged him out the door. 

"See? He's fine," the man in front of you confirmed, and you were surprised to see him smiling, a prominent dimple on each cheek as he beckoned his hand towards you once again.

"Now let's go."

A blindfolded truck ride later, you, Jimin and Taehyung found yourselves being led, by the man that had saved you earlier, through the halls of an enormous mansion silently. You didn't know where the other men that had been with him had disappeared, but it was clear whatever had happened back there was not finished. 

After they had loaded the three of you into a truck, there had been no explanations whatsoever about who they were and where they were taking you. You half expected them to be kidnappers now that you thought about it. 

"What are you going to do with us?" Taehyung asked. For the past hour he's been asking the same questions. 

Who are you? Why did you save us? Where are you taking us?

But the man was silent, not sparing as much as a glance at the three of you. 

Finally, he led you into a large room that resembled a meeting room. Desks full of computers lined the walls and a large table sat in the center, holding various maps, papers and other things you couldn't even recognize. The only sign of life was one man sitting with his back towards you while watching the screen of a computer. If you were to guess, the screen seemed like it was displaying some kind of surveillance footage. 

Now that the guy leading you had stopped, the fear was starting to kick in. Who were these people?

"Well, Yoongi hyung?" The guy who had led you here said, apparently towards the guy sitting at the desk, "how's our situation?"

"The bastard is dead, thankfully," the guy named Yoongi huffed, "Police officers are at the crime scene right now, inspecting the body. Jungkook's there too, but I don't think he'll pick up our trail, although I'll continue to monitor him just in case. We can't have the cops on our back... again. I'll plant some evidence to lead him away if I have to, don't worry Namjoon."

Namjoon crossed his arms, "Good."

Finally he turned towards you all, who had huddled closer to each other in fear. These people were clearly not with the cops, so what were they going to do with you all?

"We're letting you guys go, so relax," he said, which earned him three confused stares.

Namjoon sighed, like you all were some kind of nuisance to him, "we just need to make sure that if you're questioned, you won't mention us. It's the least you could do after we saved your life."

"You're misleading cops, there's no way you people are any better than that gangster," Taehyung countered. As much as you wanted to jab him in the ribs with your elbow, because they had guns and you all did not, you still had to agree. Whatever this was, it wasn't legal, and it was definitely shady. You couldn't just stand by and do nothing, even if they did save your life.

"Kid, the cops aren't exactly angels," Namjoon said, his tone light but firm, "you're still a child, so I don't expect you to understand."

He took a few steps closer to you all, "but just know that if you tell anyone about our existence, a lot of people are going to get hurt, both the cops and the people I care about. Keep your hands clean from blood by keeping your mouth shut, this is my warning."

"Hoseok, get them out."

A few moments later you were being pushed out into the now dark street by a guy named Hoseok, who apologized for 'being so mean.' After handing you some money, he was gone. 

Everything happened so fast that the three of you just stood in silence for a good minute, contemplating everything that had happened up until now.

Then Taehyung grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from a shock-stricken Jimin so that he couldn't hear your conversation.

"That was weird," he said, and all you could do was nod because, yes, that was in fact weird.

"Should we... tell the cops?" Taehyung asked uncertainly. He was feeling conflicting thoughts as well, you were sure of it. You should have said yes and reported them to the police right away. But something felt wrong, like doing that would get a lot of innocent people hurt. 

And that's what Namjoon said, didn't he? That people would get hurt if you exposed them to the police.

It occurred to you for the first time that maybe everything you knew about the station, about the justice system in general, wasn't completely the truth. After all, you still didn't know why Jimin's father did what he did. There were secrets, secrets you could only get from the inside. 

"No, I don't think we should tell them," you said finally and you were glad to see Taehyung nodding. You loved how you two were always on the same page, even without having a proper conversation. You both knew each other too well. 

"Good because I was thinking the same," he explained, looking almost relieved.

"By the way, why'd you ditch Jimin over there?" You asked, pointing towards Jimin who was still standing idly in shock. You doubted he even noticed you and Taehyung had moved a pretty big distance away from him. 

"Because he's annoying," Taehyung huffed, sending him a glare.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Your gaze narrowed at him. Taehyung was always so friendly and cheerful with everyone, it came as a surprise to you when he acted so cold with Jimin. 

Taehyung paused for a moment, scanning your face before sighing, "you know for an aspiring detective you're really not good at picking up clues."

You tilted your head, not sure whether to be offended or not, "I didn't realize I had a case."

"Well then let me give you a briefing," he said firmly. There was no hint of jokes or laughter anymore, he was serious, "I spend every minute of my free time with you. I pick up on every small detail about you. Every time I look at you, I can't seem to find any words to tell you how beautiful you are because none of them would do you justice. I always reply to your texts within seconds even though I literally leave people on read for months. I can't think about losing you because I genuinely feel like something happens to my heart when I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you. Solve the case, Y/N."

You couldn't help your mouth that was wide open now. All the things he said... they all pointed towards one thing...

"You... like me?"

Your voice came out in a hesitant whisper. If he was trying to get at something else, which was probably the case, you had no clue. Maybe you really were bad at detective work?

Before you could backtrack Taehyung pulled you into him,

and pressed his lips against yours. 

For a moment, you froze, the action not registering in your brain even after Taehyung pulled away from the soft peck on your lips. 

"I know you may not feel the same way, but-"

You didn't let him finish. 

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips against his. He was quick to respond, hands pulling you closer as yours did the exact same. 

It felt like only a second had passed when the two of you broke off for some much-needed air.

"I can't believe this," Taehyung said through pants, "you really accept me? What about Jimin?"

"Screw Jimin, I want you Kim Taehyung, only you," you said, giving him a smile. He returned it for a moment, but then something seemed to cross his mind.

"But I don't have abs."

You shrugged, "Abs are overrated anyway."

Apparently, that was a lot bigger of a deal than you had thought because he engulfed you in a hug and began jumping excitedly, "good because I refuse to go on a diet. I love food just as much as I love you."

You don't think he realized just how much of a praise that was to you. Food was elite. The fact that you could even compare to it made you realize just how much Taehyung liked you. 

You quickly gave him another kiss in excitement before pulling away, "okay, we have to get Jimin and figure a way out of here."

"Out of where?" Taehyung asked, looking a bit dazed after the kiss. 

"We're literally in the middle of the street, which is also in the middle of nowhere, idiot."

"Oh, right," Taehyung said, noticing, probably for the first time, where you all were, "can't we just leave Jimin?"

"No, now come on," you said, dragging his whining form towards Jimin, who was somehow still frozen in shock. 

"We need to start re-evaluating some things."

FRI(END)S | taehyung

➭ summary: in which Taehyung has some big shoes to fill after his hyungs went to the military. The stress of it all and utter loneliness causes him to make some grave mistakes. Like paying a girl to be his friend. But after months, he starts to feel something more. He doesn’t know if he’s just over pretending because she’s obviously just doing her job.. or if something more is there. And after a rough night, he finds out.

➭genre: short oneshot, slowburn-ish, angst, friends au

➭warnings: unedited properly, talk about depression, a couple bad words, he can kinda be seen as creepy but he’s just awkward i swear

➭note: i actually like this. chat i like writing, i wish i could do it more. Agust Dad is in the works tho..

Taehyung knew the members entering the military would affect him.

Sure they had moved out of the dorm and stopped living together ages ago, but he was saddened to see his hyungs go after being in contact for almost decades. They had watched him grow up and helped him through the complications of being an idol.

And now that he was making music and doing it all on his own? He felt the effects of their absence hardened.

He tried staying close to the other maknae’s but they were doing their own preparations for their solos and didn’t want to be a burden. He tried smoking but it would only stir up trouble and was too risky. He tried going onto Korean tv shows but it only felt like more work.

It started to get worse the more he worked on his music and the longer his hyungs were away. He’d stay day and night at the studio, working tirelessly on his album. And when he did venture to his apartment suite, it was cold and empty. The Bangtan group chat dry.

Alone.

He hated the feelings of being alone. After 2020, the tour being cancelled and not being able to see his new fans, being forced to stay inside. He had his members at the time, making English songs that blew up. But he wasn’t happy. He was alone.

And whenever he walked in the door of his apartment after a long day or night, he felt the same feeling. Dread, hopelessness. Empty. And then, the military would come and sweep him away as well.

He didn’t want to feel like that. Didn’t want to spend the time he had before the military being things changed for good, feeling like that. He wouldn’t put out good music for his fans and he wouldn’t do good for himself mentally and physically. He needed something, anything to give him comfort. He couldn’t go down that rabbit hole he once been in.

Sugar.

Your brain's reward system is activated, which releases dopamine, a chemical that signals pleasure.

In this case, Sugar, is a sweet caring friend. A paid friend. Ironic to the fake name she gave Jimin, she was a sugar baby. You are sugar, in every meaning of the word.

He felt weird at first, when Jimin gave him Sugar’s number when he reluctantly told his hyung how he felt one night while drinking together. But after texting for weeks and a shiny NDA contract, Sugar was his temporary paid companion.

They’d text regularly, and when he was feeling his most depressed he’d pay her to come to his house before he got there. They didn’t have to talk, she just had to be there so he didn’t feel like he was drowning in his pity and loneliness. So he felt like people still cared.

As much as he hated it, it was working. The text turned into meet ups at his house. The chilling turned into cuddling. And hell, he felt good waking up in the mornings. Music felt less like work. Life felt like, life.

But working on music, and releasing it were two different battles. And doing it with a group, and being solo, were two different battles.

Taehyung put on a smile as he went backstage, the chilling sound of his fans feeling his ears as his earpiece now silent as his sound ended. It had been a while since he preformed at a Mcountdown, and he had forgotten how many strangers there were backstage as they started profusely congratulating him.

He put on a shy smile as people started handing him a small fan and wiping off his sweat. Before anyone else could crowd him, he grabbed his phone and excused himself to the bathroom.

He could feel his hands shaking, the pressure of being on stage by himself bringing back that some feeling of loneliness. He had forgotten about it because of the fans, but being backstage was much more awkward. He remembered how he used to cool down backstage with his members.

He missed them, dearly.

His fingers shook as he pressed against his phone screen, going to his messages and clicking the top person. He knew it was Sugar, he had only talked to her recently. He asked her to come over, and even sent the money in advance while also tripling the amount. He was vulnerable, and scared. He needed his fix. He needed comfort.

When he was finally able to escape the stage and was able to home later that night, he half expected for Sugar not to be there. The day had been so draining he had completely forgotten.

His eyes widened when he saw her in his apartment, lying on the couch all comfy. Her breathing soft and her hair in front of her face as she slept.

He quietly sat down his things and took off his shoes and socks. He had already changed out of his performance outfit and was in a baggy hoodie and jeans. He walked over to Sugar, brushing her hair out of her face and even that calmed him down from all of the chaos in his mind.

She had looked so comfortable in his space while she slept. So peaceful. Like she belonged there. He hadn’t realized how attached he had gotten to her until that moment. Her beautiful soft skin and playful hair. Her kind natural beauty and caring nature. It has been a while since he met a girl as innocent and sweet as her and the comfort she brought didn’t make it better.

He blinked out of his trance when he saw her blink, as if sensing his everlasting gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, Taehyung smiling when he saw the familiar pearls.

“Oh, you’re back.” She said she yawned and sat up slightly. “How was filming the.. song?” She asked, sounding so unsure and confused in her half awakened mind.

He chuckled, being aware for some time now that she knew nothing about the idol life or even listened to his music, and it was slightly refreshing.

“It was good, Sugar.” He said, his voice tried and raspy from singing and talking all day. The word coming out as more than a pet name more than it being the name she actually went by.

He picked her up, hands gripping her waist tightly as he easily held her up so he could sit on the couch and set her on his lap. His large hands, so soft and masculine, gripped her thighs tightly, situating them around his hips.

His body relaxed and his eyes closed slightly as he felt her soft figure against his chest as she wrapped her arms around her neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“Thank you.” He said breathlessly, eyes still closed as he relaxed and let himself feel her soothing touch. “You’re too good for me.”

”Are you okay?”

He didn’t except to hear her voice, considering she just woke up and that speaking to him wasn’t mandatory or anything. Her voice was as soft as ever, extra quiet from the sleepiness.

Fuck, he was getting attached. He was being too vulnerable, it was getting too intimate. To real.

She was paid to do this. To act caring and sweet so he could keep coming back and she could keep getting money. But God, it felt real now. Much more real than the first few months.

He tensed for a minute, his heart telling him to spill out everything but his brain winning, like most days. “I’m fine, Sugar.” He assured, his hand moving to her hair, gently stroking it. There was a moment where he considered actually telling her about his day, but the thought of it made his chest tighten. He didn't want to burden her with his problems, wanting her to stay shielded to the harsh reality of his life and riches.

"It's just been a long day, and I'm not used to things being this way." He admitted, his voice a bit more strained than normal. It was silent for a minute before he spoke again, not knowing why. “Thank you, for being here.”

“I’ll always be here for you..” she replied softly, looking up at him as she laid her head on his shoulder. “It’s nice here.”

He smirked, a small genuine smile played on his lips before letting out a chuckle. “Is it?” His eyes flickered away from her and to the idle big tv screen.

“I was watching you.” Her voice came through as he looked down at her once more. “Your music video, I mean.” She corrected herself with an awkward chuckle.

“Oh.” Taehyung didn’t know how to feel about it. Of course he was proud of his music, but slightly nervous for her opinion. “What’d you think?”

“It was.. beautiful.” She said, her eyes sparkling as their eyes met. “It was slow and sentimental..” his face reddened as she continued, the words making him antsy.

“I loved it. And you looked all dolled up and cute.” She giggled as she thought back on it. “I’ve never seen you like that.”

“What you look at me differently now? You see me as the big popstar like else everyone does?” He said, trying to play it off as a joke even though he was actually wondering.

“No.. still just Taehyung. My friend.” She said with a smile and his chest tightened slightly as reality set in.

No matter how many nights they’d spent on the phone, no matter how many ranted texts he sent.. No matter how many late nights and cuddles. They were friends, paid friends at that.

He was delusional for thinking it wasn’t anything else other than a girl taking care of her client in order for him to keep coming back later and get more money. Even knowing this—

“You wanna.. stay the night?” I’ll pay you extra.

He wants to say, but maybe if he didn’t bring it up she’d forget that that’s what she was there for. For money, not him..

“Sure!” She said excitedly, making his heart flutter. He hadn’t felt this way in a while. Relaxed and comfortable with someone outside of his group.

She giggled when she saw his almost shocked reaction. “I told you it’s nice here.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Eh, I’m used to being here.” He gestured to his nice apartment penthouse with the view of the city. Expense brands to cook with and soft nice couches and clothes. He didn’t know why he was trying to act so cool with his grand house when she’d already seen him at his most vulnerable.

He knew from the first few instances that she couldn’t have come from a rich family, judging by her reactions and lack of knowledge with certain gadgets and such. Just looking at the things she did for money, he figured she hadn’t come from the best of the bunch.

“I mean, I already fell asleep on the couch so I might as well sleep there.” She said with a chuckle.

“You don’t want to go to the bedroom with me?”

The words fly out of his mouth before he could even stop himself and he’s surprised by himself. Surprised that he keeps trying to push his luck with this girl. God, he’d given all the hints but couldn’t take one himself.

“I—“ she paused with a nervous chuckle. “Oh wow.” In an effort to get rid of the sudden tension that came over, and to not feel like a creep, he quickly spoke. “I mean— we cuddle anyways. Why not just cuddle each other to sleep. That would help me, don’t you think?”

He felt like an asshole just saying it, but as a miracle would have it, she started to contemplate before shrugging. “Sure, okay!” She said with a small smile.

“Y-You don’t have to! It was a stupid thing to say—“ Taehyung quickly said, sweating as he tried to make it all go away.

“No, no! It’s fine.” She said quickly, the two looking like two teenagers. “I think it’d be good for me too.” She stated and Taehyung softened.

Taehyung turned off all of the lights, taking her hand gently in his as he lead her to his bedroom, a place she’d never been before. There were posters of the group and artwork on the walls. Glimpses of his hobbies scattered around the room.

He took off his hoodie, revealing a plain white shirt underneath before he crawled onto his king sized bed. The quality of it, like everything else he owned, pleasant. She hummed when she laid down next to him, sinking into the mattress as she closed her eyes.

She took a minute to relax before turning on her side and looking at him, who was already staring at her while on his side. The two faced each other, heads on soft pillows with the lights dimmed. “You’re different today..” she muttered her observation softly.

“I know.. that’s why I sent you triple.” He said with a soft chuckle, he knew he would be more clingy, more of a pain. He hoped she was okay with it. That maybe it would become a regular for the two.

“I don’t mind it, Tae-Tae.. It’s peaceful with you.” She said with a soft smile while stroking his hair as Taehyung let out a breath of relief. He had felt the same, at peace. Maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way he did about each other.

He wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her closer to him and his heart raced as he took in her features, copying every detail into his brain. She was so beautiful, inside and out. His eyes traced over her face, before landing on her lips. So pretty and pink.

He couldn’t stop himself. He had convinced himself that he would rather try to see if something was there than sit months worrying and dreaming about could have been. So he leaned in closer to her as he licked his lips, and gently pressed his lips onto hers in a soft kiss.

She smiled against it immediately before responding, pushing herself flush against his chest as he tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss. His hand went to her back, gripping it tightly as he held onto her like his life depended on it.

He pulled away after a while, breathless and his heart souring. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while..” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her face.

“Me too..” she squeaked out, swallowing as she closed her eyes and kissed him again. His eyes closed as he relaxed into the affection, his feelings deep as they drifted off to sleep on each other’s arms.

~~

To his horror, Taehyung woke up alone the next morning. He could smell her candied, sugary scent but she wasn’t there. He could feel her sweet sugary lips still on his from the hours before. But she wasn’t there.

He sat up quickly, looking around and fearing the worst. What if she got lost in the complex? Or some crazy fan took her?

He raced to get his phone to do something, to figure something out. Only to be greeted with a notification that was received an hour ago.

Let’s stay friends. Just for now :)

Kim Taehyung w/ hearts icons *ೃ

© AGUSTDREASON on twitter

and what if subby!taehyung having tears in his eyes because you refused to kiss him (both of you played a game where you’ll kiss him but he’s not allowed to kiss back and if he kisses you back, he’ll lose and won’t be allowed to kiss you for 2 weeks and ofc, he refused but you used your puppy eyes to him so he can’t say no to that BUTTT yeah when you two started the game, he immediately lose bcs on how you’re kissing him so lovingly so he pouts bcs he wasn’t allowed to kiss you and pouted in his sleep so that night, you woke him up and you let him eat you out sleepily) anyways #subbytaehyungontop

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⋆౨ৎ WAKE UP - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: two weeks without you was far too long, only one way to start to make up for lost time…

notes: thanks for the request!! just a quick disclaimer that i wont do it exactly as it was written, but i’ll be taking inspiration from it!

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut

pairing: taehyung x f!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW!, sub!taehyung, needy taehyung, whiny taehyung, established relationship, both taehyung and reader are touch deprived, sloppy mushy i miss you sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breast play, lowkey sloppy head.., taehyung gives toe curling head, praising (like one sentence), post cotial sleeping, not proof read

it was no one’s fault really. but still, it was dreadful.

it had been two weeks now. two weeks you had been busy. two weeks that he hadn’t been able to see you durning the day. two weeks he hadn’t eaten dinner with you. two weeks with one or two short kisses a day if he was lucky. two weeks he had fallen asleep without you. two weeks no sex.

two weeks, and no time together.

and when he had seen you and tried to initiate anything, you were too tired after a long day and you went to sleep almost immediately.

the most he had ever seen you in these past two weeks was yesterday, when he had stayed up later than usual to talk to you about what was going on.

he told you with teary eyes that he missed you, feeling reassured when you told you you missed him too, and that this will all be over soon. that you won’t be as busy anymore. you two didn’t talk for long about it. it was clear that you were both too tired for a bigger conversation. but if he was completely honest, the conversation left him disappointed.

he doesn’t know exactly what he expected to come out of it, and he knew you were tired, but he expected more. he wanted more. needed more. he needed to feel you again. but when he had slipped under the covers, you were asleep within minutes, unintentionally leaving him alone and pouting.

today looked the same as every other day. lonely. missing something. missing someone. missing you. and by the time he was in bed, falling asleep, no one was by his side. you weren’t there to talk to him. to kiss him. to touch him. love him. and for him to kiss you. touch you. love you… he missed you so much; you were the only thing on his mind. he just wanted, no, needed you.

little did he know that you felt the exact same. which is why, when you came back home today, you had a plan.

after slipping of your shoes and coat and putting them away, you made your way through the long hallway of your house and into your shared bedroom. he was already fast asleep and you felt your heart break a little at the sight, but you knew all would be okay soon.

you took a shower, took off your makeup, and got changed into comfy pyjamas, all of those things being incredibly relieving after such a long day.

after stepping out of the en suit, you stare at his figure momentarily. he’s buried under the warm covers all by him self. the sight is inviting to say the least. it’s like he’s begging you to join him without even being awake.

finally, you slip under the covers, the warmth and comfort of your bed engulfing you. as you turn to face him, your eyes land on his face. he’s lying with his face smushed into the pillow, hair messy and lips in a pout. cute..

too bad you have to wake him up..

your hand travels to run your fingers through his hair, earning a sleepy groan from him. you smile to yourself at his reaction, before leaning forward to press a kiss on his cheek. no reaction.

so you try again.

this time you kiss his neck. it’s more purposeful this time, and it pulls a sigh from his lips as he starts to stir. your kisses don’t stop, becoming sloppy and needy.

“tae..” you whisper against his skin, “taehyung..” you repeat, though, it comes out as more of a moan this time as you plead for him to wake up.

he hums in confusion, groggy from sleep and surprised by your actions. but as he starts to wake up and process what’s going on, he realised that he’s woken up to be immediately thrown into your love and affection.

he couldn’t think of a better way to wake up, especially after missing your touch for so long. he says your name with a sleep laced voice and upon realising that he’s awake, you stop your ministrations and look up at him with pleading eyes.

without hesitation, you lean in to press your lips against his. the kiss is lazy and slow, but passionate nonetheless. neither of you needed to use words to express your need for each other when you kissed like this.

“taehyung.. i need you” you whisper against his lips after breaking the kiss for air. your words cause his eyes to widen slightly. he pulls back to cup your face, making you look at him before speaking with a sympathetic look on his face and a sleepy voice,

“but.. aren’t you too tired..?”

your heart broke upon hearing those words. it suddenly hit you how much this had affected him too.

“..i don’t care about that.. i miss you too much..” you tell him in a whisper, and you hear as he breathes a sigh of relief.

he finally has you back.

his lips find yours again in a tired kiss, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, practically begging for more. your tongues dance lazily until you both break apart for air, and he calls your name before speaking through heavy breaths,

“please.. let me touch you..”

with the way he looks up at you with his half lidded, sleep laced gaze, you could tell that he’d do anything to have you right now..

his lips move to your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over, “please..” they then travel down to your collarbone as you feel his hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, and you instinctively throw one leg over to rest on his hip and he continued to leave messy kisses on your skin “please..”

your brain was slightly foggy with sleep, fighting how tired you were. you didn’t want to let him slip from your grasp again. you close your eyes as he moves the both of you so he’s hovering over you and lifts up your shirt to reveal you stomach to him.

he doesn’t hesitate to place both hands on your waist and burry his face in your tummy, continuing with his sleepy pecks. he moans against your skin “please..”

you look down at him as he pleads for you, his hairs a complete mess and his eyebrows are furrowed with desperation for you. his eyes are closed partially because he’s focused on kissing you and partially because he still hasn’t woken up properly.

as his lips travel down, leaving a wet trail of his saliva all over your stomach, causing you to feel butterflies and a familiar tingling feeling deeper in your body. he breaks apart to look up at you with tired eyes and swollen glossy lips.

he looks back down as he hooks his fingers around both your sweatpants and underwear, desperate to have you bare beneath him, and slides the material off to throw it somewhere off the bed.

finally, he’s where he has wanted to be for the past two weeks. situated between your open legs, letting him taste you.

your breath hitches as you feel him place a kiss on your clit, feeling the pleasure course through you body.

you can just barely hear him as he shakily whispers against your sensitive pearl, “thank you..”

he doesn’t hesitate to collect you slick with his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit and flicking it with his tongue.

with all the stress on your mind you hadn’t realised how sensitive you had become over the past two weeks of being deprived of his touch. now, it was obvious, with the way you gasped and moaned as he worked his tongue.

he was clearly in need of this too, and that was clear with the way he moaned around your clit, sending vibrations through your body as he did so.

you felt as he wrapped his hands around you thighs, pulling you closer to his working mouth, pulling a moan from you, before his right hand travelled up your shirt to slowly massage your breast.

just as you thought the pleasure couldn’t increase, he brought his left hand to your sopping wet hole, sliding two fingers in and moving them in and out of you.

he reeled in the fact that your body was against his again, which was apparent in the way he kept whining as teased your sensitive clit and buried his fingers in your soaked folds. right now, nothing gave him more pleasure than to pleasure you.

and you knew that. you could feel it with how desperately he flicked his tongue and kissed your skin. with how the pace of his fingers increased. or with the way he focused on multitasking, his hand continuing to massage your breast. and of course with the sounds of his moans filling the room.

but he wasn’t the only one moaning. he knew your body inside and out (literally). he knew what to do and he was insanely good at doing it. as he continued to please you, he pulled moan after moan from your lips. you spilled praises from your lips as he worked on pleasuring you.

“f-fuck tae.. i missed you so much…” you spoke though gasps and moans.

your words clearly had an impact on him as his whines increased and his tongue sped up, this time his actions making you moan.

you were completely soaked; your thighs and his face coated in your slick, and wet sounds filling the room alongside your needy voices.

all he wanted was to make you feel good. right now, he felt like that’s what he was made for. he just wanted to pleasure you and nothing else mattered.

so with his fingers fucking your sopping hole, his tongue flicking your clit, and his hand continuing to massage your breast, you feel the pleasure rise and reach down to rake your fingers through his hair.

finally, your climax hits intensely and your whole body tenses as you moan out his name. upon hearing your say his name with such need and desperation, he continues to lick you sloppily.

he takes you though your release with his fingers still inside you and his tongue around your clit, until you finally come down from your high.

after disconnecting his lips he brings both hands back around your thighs, panting as he catches his breath.

you’re beneath him doing the same, with your chest heaving up and down. you feel as the post cotial sleep starts to mix with the tiredness you already felt before, and your eyes start to feel even heavier.

he feels it too; having woken up not long before and feeling exhausted from what you two just did. he manages to pick his body up and flop down next to you.

you know you’ll fall asleep soon, but you push through and roll over to face him, running your fingers through his messy bed head, before moving your hand to the nape of his neck to lean in and place a soft and sleepy kiss on his lips.

you feel his arms wrap around you as you kiss him, pulling you closer to him. when you pull away, you look into his eyes and whisper the gentle words, “i love you..”

without hesitation, he replies, “i love you too..”

with that you smile before your eyes shut to give you your well deserved rest beside the person who matters to you most. as you fall asleep, you think to yourself how happy you are to be back, and he can’t help but think the same; he’s happy to have you back.

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taehyung x idol!/celeb! reader pleaseee

doesn’t even have to be smut just something FLUFFY

also ur so talented at writing !

⋆౨ৎ HOME AT LAST - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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

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

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

pairing: taehyung x idol!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i missed you”

his smile widens, “i missed you too”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Claiming What’s Mine

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The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the moon seeping through the curtains. V and Y/n were tangled together, their limbs intertwined and their bodies pressed as close as possible. V's hands roamed over her soft skin, caressing every curve, every contour.

"You're so perfect," he murmured against her throat, his lips trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone. "I can't get enough of you."

Y/n let out a soft moan, her breath catching in her throat. "And you're insatiable," she teased, arching her back slightly as he continued his ministrations. "What am I going to do with you?"

V chuckled, his mouth ghosting over her breast. "You know you love it," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You love the fact that I can't keep my hands off you, that I want you all the time."

Y/n shivered, her body responding to every word he said. "You have a one-track mind, you know that?" she teased, trying to sound unimpressed but failing. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he continued his assault on her skin.

“You love it," he repeated, his hands roaming lower until they reached the curves of her hips. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers more firmly. "And you know what else I want?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers in the darkness.

Y/n's heart pounded against her chest, her body responding to his every movement. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice breathless.

V's lips curved into a wicked smile. "I want you pregnant," he said bluntly, his hands squeezing her hips. "I want to see you swollen with my child, carrying my baby inside you."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. She wasn't expecting that answer, but the bluntness of his words sent a thrill through her. "You... you want that?"

V nodded, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. "More than anything," he said, his voice low and intense. "I want to see you carrying my child, experiencing the miracle of life that we created together. I want to watch you grow and change, knowing it's because of me."

Y/n felt a rush of emotions, her mind spinning with the implications of his words. She was simultaneously surprised, excited, and a bit overwhelmed. "But... I mean, we're not even married yet," she pointed out, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“Not yet, but we will be in a couple of months.” V playfully reminds Y/n while slowly grinding his hips into Y/n.

"Yeah, I know," Y/n mumbles in response, her breath catching as V continues to grind against her. She tries to focus on the conversation, but his body against hers is distracting. "But... getting pregnant, it's a huge step. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

“Listen, I’m ready for it but if you’re not then we can wait. But if you are ready then the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant.” V yells Y/n as he gives a bit of a harsher thrust against your clothed core.

Y/n's heart races as V grinds harder against her, the sensation making her mind go cloudy with desire. She tries to form coherent thoughts, but the feel of him against her makes her struggle to concentrate.

"I... I don't want to wait," she admits, her voice shaky. "I want that too, V. I want to have your baby."

V's eyes darken, his hold on her hips tightening at her words. "Yeah?" he murmurs, his lips curling into a smile. "You want to have my baby, is that right?"

Y/n nods, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. "Yes," she confirms, her voice a mere whisper. "I want to have your child, V. I want us to start a family together."

V feels a wave of possessiveness washes over him, the primal instincts within him awakening. He rolls on top of her, trapping her body with his. He grinds his hips down against her, his voice a low rumble when he speaks.

"Then it’s settled," he says, his eyes locking onto hers. "The only way this is ending is with you pregnant."

V starts to undress you. First pulling your shirt off, playing with your breasts over your bra before finally deciding to take the bra off. Then it’s your pants, he unbuttons them and quickly pulls your pants down.

Once the pants are finally off he kisses his way back up your thigh, switching between legs.

As V undresses her, Y/n's heart races, her body responding to his touch. Her skin feels electric as his lips trail up her thigh, and she shivers as his fingers brush against her stomach.

She watches him, her eyes darkened with lust, as he kisses his way up her body. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more of him.

Once V gets to her core he places a kiss on your clothed core before taking your panties off.

Y/n's breath hitches as V kisses her through her panties, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. She lifts her hips slightly, making it easier for him to remove her panties. Once she's finally bare, she looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "V," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Please, I need you. I need you now."

V looks down at her, his gaze burning with a mix of lust and tenderness. "You have me," he says, his voice rough with desire. "You have all of me, always."

He lowers himself onto her, his body pressed against hers, the heat between them palpable. "And I'm going to do everything I can to give you what you need," he murmurs, his lips trailing down her neck.

His hands wander over her body, touching, caressing, and exploring every inch of her. He trails his fingers down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, before moving back up to her chest. His lips follow the same path as his hands, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against her skin. “So goddamn beautiful.”

V moved back up to kiss you, and as he kissed you he started to prep you. He slowly entered a finger into you moving it back and forth until he felt like you could take a second finger. Once the second finger was added he started moving his fingers faster inside you.

Y/n gasps as V's fingers enter her, her breath catching in her throat. She kisses him back passionately, her body trembling with every movement of his fingers. She moans against his mouth, her hips moving instinctively, seeking more pleasure.

Holding her hips down, V slows his movements with his fingers before pulling them out of her. He leans back to unbutton his pants, pulling them off before climbing back on top of you.

“Are you ready?” V asks Y/n

Y/n's heart pounds in her chest, her body aching for him. "Yes," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I'm ready. I want you, V. I want you so badly."

With the confirmation V slowly starts to push himself into you. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "So perfect, just for me.”

Y/n moans and wraps her hands around V’s shoulder, pulling him even closer to her.

V moans in response, the feeling of her against him driving him wild. He starts to move his hips, a slow, steady rhythm that has them both panting with need.

"You feel so good," he murmurs, burying his face in her neck. "So good, I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you."

Y/n holds onto him tightly, her limbs wrapping around him, pulling him closer as they move together. She kisses his shoulder, his neck, anywhere she can reach, her body arching against his. "V," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Don't ever stop."

V's breath catches at her words, the sound of her voice making his heart race. He increases his pace, his movements becoming more urgent, more erratic.

"I won't," he promises, his voice guttural. "I won't stop until I've made you mine until you're carrying my child. I want you, all of you, always."

“Cum, cum for me Y/n. Please cum.” V says straining his voice. As he speeds up his thrusts he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit in a fast circular motion.

Y/n’s body tenses at the onslaught of sensations as she grips V’s biceps. V's arms flex under her hands and the feeling of her nails digging into his arms sends him over the edge.

He thrusts a few more times before stilling inside of you. After he stills inside you you finally cum around him moaning into his kiss.

“I can’t wait till you’re pregnant with my child,” V says after catching his breath.

Y/n's body trembles in the aftermath, her breath coming in harsh gasps. "Me neither," she whispers, holding V close. "I want to carry your child, V. I want us to start a family together."

V kisses her again, his lips hungry and possessive. "I'll make sure you get your wish," he promises, his voice filled with determination. "Because I won't rest until you're carrying my baby."