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OFF THE TABLE - KTH

“just know that with us, it’s never off the table..”

↬ synopsis: a horrific case from 1993 has resurfaced 29 years later, leaving kim taehyung & mei yuna to argue in favour of the public to keep the defendant in jail for life. the only problem? the pair despise each other.

pairings - taehyung x female oc

genre - smut, fluff, angst

warnings/tags - enemies2lovers, co-workers au, office romance, age gap?¿ (taehyung and oc are 5 years apart), explicit smut, implied public indecency, manipulation, blackmail, sexual tension, teasing, mentions of childhood abuse, vague depictions of torture, swearing + more

a/n: i hope you’re all into steamy office romances. this is something i’ve been writing on the side, which i posted on wattpad, but i’m also looking to start posting on tumblr so here we are! hope you all enjoy <3

(if you’d like to be added to the taglist, please send in an ask and i’ll be more than happy to add you!)

likes and reblogs are appreciated ^^

CONTENTS

CASE DETAILS + PROFILES

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8 - NEW!

CHAPTER NINE - coming soon!

away from the sun

↳ soulmate au 

◇ pairing: taehyung | reader ◇ genre: fluff and soft angst ◇ word count: 20.409 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 

Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

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officially yours | jjk

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; you're his and he is yours on the paper – but what is the reality?

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, friends to lovers

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), unprotected sex

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+

a/n: commissioned 

The tall modern building is not usually a place you hang around. In fact, you could count on your fingers how many times you've been here. The modern and clean interior never fails to amaze you, but that can be expected from such a prestigious company. It looks like the ones people get to see in movies – it definitely feels different to be inside and see it with your own eyes.

Now you're not a complete stranger to wealth and fortune, but you see it from a completely different side than people would've expected. You weren't born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Even if it's a common assumption people have about you. 

“Welcome, Mrs. Jeon.”

The young receptionist welcomes you as soon as she spots you in a crowd full of working employees. Sometimes you wonder if you stick out so much, or they just know your face so much that they've got no problem recognizing you. Which is odd because you don't hang around in this circle of people very often. 

Mrs. Jeon. 

Even after a year, you feel a mixture of butterflies and oddness when hearing people addressing you like this. At the beginning, it took you quite a long time to get used to this. To hold such a powerful surname. Though, you felt proudness even though you're not sure if you had the right to feel it in the first place. 

Just a reminder that none of this is real.

Do you even deserve to be addressed by this surname that is technically yours only on papers? Morally, you're not so sure. 

A polite greeting makes it past your lips, trying not to squirm at the prying eyes of other people passing by. You're not exactly formally dressed, like every employee is. But you're not an employee. 

“Is my husband in his office?” you ask.

Again. After a year of marriage, you feel like you're letting a lie out of your mouth at addressing someone as your husband. 

The woman remains unbothered and completely clueless to your inner thoughts though. You haven't been doing this for a week, a year is a long time for you to improve your acting skills. 

“Yes, he just finished a meeting ten minutes ago. He's waiting for you.”

Giving her a simple nod and a soft 'thank you', you make your way to the elevators and click on the number of his floor where his office is located. 

It reminds you of the first time you settled on a deal that changed your lives. You've known Jungkook, though you never actually became close friends. There weren't actually many opportunities for you to get to know him better, the only heir to his parents company was too busy getting prepared for the new role and position as a CEO of Jeon industries. Funnily enough, two people with completely different backgrounds, you had some mutual friends where you actually met him.

You clicked, even from the few and very casual conversations you had. He wasn't the overly confident and cocky heir somebody would peg him for. He was grounded (in a way), polite and extremely charming. Though his parents were never strict about who he hangs out with or what he likes to do in his free time, one of the things they would pester him about was the need for him to settle down. It was the only pressure Jungkook always found in his parents.

It's not like he didn't have a choice to decide about his future – at that time the young twenty year old man wanted nothing more than to continue his family business. It's actually something he loves to do. He wasn't forced into it.

But with years passing by, Jungkook's parents would grow impatient and rather concerned about their son's lack of commitment. Random women taking their turns in his bed wasn't his strongest part. 

Naturally, they would start introducing him to their partners' daughters. And despite Jungkook's wildlife and freedom he had, they were nothing like him. Not that he's the romantic type who believes in soulmates and all that stuff, he wouldn't want to marry someone for money or any possible benefits for the company. The company was doing very well on itself and he didn't need to do any arranged marriage. 

He loves his parents to the bone. He is grateful for everything they've done for him – even more how they raised him and never were controlling. Not like his peers experienced in similar situations. 

Jungkook knows many people his age and in a same situation. It was bound for him to meet them, considering how many parties and social gatherings he had to attend, especially after being introduced as the new CEO. That's when he realized, after hearing his peers' struggles, how lucky and fortunate he is. 

So when his parents wouldn't let go of the topic of commitment and marriage, it was like a huge slap to his face. No matter what he would do or say, it wouldn't change their minds and eventually, Jungkook found himself stuck.

And that's when you came into the picture. 

The first time you heard his plan, you called him insane. You laughed into his face and told him you don't need anything he's offering you. Though Jungkook assured you he doesn't think of you as someone who needs or wants his money, he was more than willing to help you financially. He told you he would take care of you – something you found offending at first. 

Why would you need a man to take care of you? 

You are completely capable of taking care of yourself. You don't need any Jeon Jungkook to bathe you in wealth and luxury. 

But just like Jungkook – you're a loving daughter who would do anything for her parents. Well, unlike Jungkook, you weren't lucky enough to be growing up with two loving parents. 

The money Jungkook offered you by simply saying 'yes' would take care of any family member. Jungkook was no stranger, he still isn't. And after weighing the pros and cons for many sleepless nights, you found yourself nodding to his insane plan. 

Nobody could know. Rule number one.

The marriage would last for one year. It's the reason why you agreed to it in the first place. You wouldn't be bound to a man based on an arranged marriage for the rest of your life. You want your own family, kids, to fall in love. And a year didn't seem like a long time.

Jungkook made sure it didn't.

Whenever he would have free time, he would take you to places you would never dream about seeing. Countless vacations, trips and activities you would never be able to experience if it wasn't for him. And for that you will be grateful for the rest of your life.

To not make anyone suspicious, you agreed not to mess around with other people. Though, this particular deal wasn't settled at the beginning. It happened naturally. You couldn't risk being seen with other people, no matter how much you would try to hide it.

You will be watched, it was one of the things Jungkook was preparing you for.

And to be honest, you didn't want to go behind Jungkook's back, no matter how fake this marriage was. It's just a year, you will be fine. 

But having to share a bedroom, and two young people who find each other attractive, it didn't take long for you to succumb yourselves to your desires. There was nothing wrong about sleeping together, you were practically married.

You've found yourselves in a healthy and good relationship where two people became close friends. Even if the marriage is fake. The sex is mindblowing, so none of you actually miss the thrill of hooking up with anyone else. For the first time, Jungkook is committed, even though it's not exactly the way his parents think it is. 

And there he is. 

After politely knocking on the door and hearing his voice to invite you in, you open the door and find him sitting behind his desk. He looks fine as always, a few buttons unbuttoned to show how comfortable he allows himself to feel after a two hours long meeting. His suit is draped over the chair while he's slouched on the chair with a pen twirling between his long fingers.

“No lunch this time?” he asks, tilting his brow at you when he sees your empty hands.

You crack a smile, making your way to his desk while you sit on the small white leather couches. “Sorry, came straight from work.”

“It's fine,” he chuckles, “I'm only joking. How's the new employee?”

One of your dreams was to open your business. Jungkook helped you every step of the way, supported you in more ways than financially, while he helped to make your final decision. You've decided to own a clothing brand where you connected with amazing designers who helped to make your dream come true. Two years ago, you didn't even know it was something you'd like to do. 

Opening your e-shop has been absolutely amazing, making sure any body type is able to find their size. It's actually very rare in Korea to do that and you love to bring something new to the table. Jungkook liked the idea. You invested everything from your previous job to this project of yours. Living with Jungkook and not having to worry about any bills allowed you to freely focus and invest in your business. Sure, Jungkook must've helped but he was more than happy to do so. 

With your help, he got his parents off his back. 

After a year, he would tell them you decided to break it off. He's sure they won't pressure him into any other relationship or marriage after the divorce. If they do, he will handle it in a different way.

“He's great,” you smile, “Actually does the job this time, compared to the last one.” 

Jungkook laughs a little, knowing how tense you've been about this one particular employee who wasn't doing his job. Jungkook encouraged you to take care of it, and showed you you have to think about your business more than people's hearts. Especially to someone who's getting paid and not doing their job. 

Jungkook has been your guide from day one. A huge help.

“Great,” he nods, twirling the pen a few times before he tosses it on his desk. “I'm getting off work earlier today, should be home at six. Is that alright?” 

He sounds so gentle, the way he says home makes your heart squeeze.

“Yeah, sure.” you tell him. 

You've made plans for tonight, have been preparing yourself to talk to him about your deal. It's been a year and three months after your marriage, yet it's not ending and he has never brought this topic up.

“I'm meeting Jungseok in an hour, then I'm going home to prepare dinner for us.” you inform him, completely missing the way Jungkook's face drops at the mention of your close friend.

You've met him during your marriage, though there were no boundaries crossed, the man seemed to show an awful interest in a married woman. The worst thing about it is that he can't really say anything about it because technically, you're not really his. He knows you're not having anything serious with the mentioned man, though he's aware of your deal.

And he doesn't like any of it. 

“Oh, I didn't know.” he tries to say lightly, hating how tight his throat suddenly feels. 

“Ah, he texted me this morning. We haven't seen each other for a while now, we usually just text.” 

Oh, like that's not enough.

The amount of times the man decided to suddenly text you is hilarious. Fuck, he would even call when Jungkook was balls deep inside you and he actually feared you will pick up the call, instead of finishing what you had going on. Luckily, that never happened but it pissed Jungkook to the core. 

“Mhm,” he hums, scratching his chin. “Well, I've got one last meeting but that shouldn't take long.”

You both talk for a moment, catching up with each other's day before you discuss the dinner plans. Jungkook sees you're a little on edge these days and though he thinks he knows why, there's this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

In the middle of your giggling, you're interrupted by a gentle knock from Jungkook's assistant, informing him of his meeting. 

However, he doesn't go to the meeting board room like he usually does, he actually invites the person to his office. And when that person is someone you've grown to know, someone very well-known in the CEO community, you do everything in your power to be polite and welcoming. 

She's special partner, even you can see that and you know zero fuck about Jungkook's business. He treats her differently.

He welcomes her with a warm smile and of course, you're forced to bid goodbye to your husband as you part your ways. The kiss you and Jungkook share feels great, especially with her eyes on you two.

And you know you're petty.

But it seems to be the least of your worries because tonight, you might end everything you and Jungkook settled on. But it's only fair because in the end – that was the deal. 

You should've known it would end up like this. 

But how could you? 

Could you have really known? 

The dinner was delicious. Just the two of you like every other evening. Talking, laughing, smiling…

Until you brought up your fake marriage. 

“It's because of him, isn't it?” Jungkook chuckles bitterly, throwing a tantrum like a little kid while you gape at him completely stunned.

Out of all responses, you never expected him to get so… upset over something he came up with. 

“What?” You find your voice, breathing out confusingly. “This has nothing to do with him.”

“Oh, please.” he scoffs, turning away from you to grip the kitchen's counter. “You always text, you even meet him during your lunch breaks.”

All of that is true. Well, you don't always text with him. And you want to point that out, but something stops you and justifying your relationship with Jungkook seems like a bigger priority.

“Jungkook, this marriage is fake.” you inform him as if he didn't know. 

You're confused. 

His shoulders tense, knuckles whiten from how tightly he's gripping the expensive marble counter. 

“All of it has been fake then?” he asks, still not facing you which starts to worry you for some reason. 

You haven't seen Jungkook acting like this. Upset, maybe a little. Not in the mood? Rarely but it happened. But this time you're actually left totally confused. 

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, Y/N,” he chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he slowly turns around. 

You're met with a pained expression, a single look at his face causing you to feel a sting in your heart.

“I know we started this as an arrangement, a convenience for both of us… but is that all it's been for you all this time?” he asks, slowly stepping closer to your distraught form. 

“Jungkook.”

“No,” he says, “Answer me.”

And then he stands right in front of you, his entire figure hovering over you as if you were the littlest thing in the room. Like you're this little lost girl – not the confident woman you've grown to be. 

“Do you want this divorce?”

Do you want it? 

What is he even asking?

“That was the deal.” you remind him silently as he presses his lips tightly. 

He doesn't look pleased with your response but you can't bring yourself to say something more. 

“So, what? We get divorce and then you're going to him?”

“Why do you keep bringing him into this?” you ask, brows scrunching as Jungkook clenches his jaw. “Are you jealous?”

“If I was?”

That shuts you up for a minute, eyes widening. Jungkook never really had a reason to be jealous, not that you were together in reality. But you had each other – none of you messed around with other people.

“There's nothing going on between me and him. Never will.” you whisper, gasping when Jungkook suddenly cups one side of your face with his big palm. 

He presses his forehead against yours, breathing slowly and calmly as if his heart wasn't about to explode.

“Give me a chance.”

“A chance?” you whisper.

“Yes,” he says, “To prove to you that this could work.”

“Jungkook–”

“I love you Y/N, don't you get it?” he suddenly exclaims, pushing himself off you while he rubs his forehead in frustration. 

“But–”

“But what? I can't?”

Even being frustrated, he looks handsome as ever. His hair is getting too long, almost always falling to his eyes and hiding the beautiful color in them. 

“I didn't say that.”

That makes him whine. He actually whines – like all the times he has done it when he was frustrated. You would always giggle, finding him adorable for acting like a little kid when he's a whole grown-ass man, a successful and well-known CEO at that. It's one of the things you appreciate about him. 

Looking at him, you realize the three words he confessed to you in the midst of his frustration. It starts to kick in and your eyes widen again.

You might look fine, maybe a little shaken up but fine, but this isn't any easier for you. You've been thinking about every single word you would say, replaying different scenarios every free second you had. You don't know what the afterlife is after Jungkook. In all honesty, you aren't keen to find out. But you had to do this. 

To protect yourself and your heart.

You could go on and on with this for who knows how long. You like Jungkook's company and hearing him confessing his true feelings to you, which is still a bit shocking to you, you might actually feel the same. You've been so in denial, for the longest time actually.

“Do you really love me?” You find yourself asking. 

Jungkook's cheeks redden and he does the typical Jungkook thing when he is nervous. He scratches his ear and avoids your gaze. 

“Isn't that what I said?” he mutters.

You turn your back to him, tracing your shaking fingers over your lips. 

“Talk to me please.” he suddenly whines after a minute of silence. 

Just as you're about to turn around, your back is pressed against Jungkook's chest as you gasp. Jungkook wraps you in a back hug, lips touching the top of your head. 

“I don't want to lose you.” he confesses shyly. The frustrated and upset Jungkook is long gone.

Your heart melts, moving your body into action as you turn around. For a second, Jungkook looks scared you're trying to pry his hands off you to get away from him. But in reality you offer him the sweetest smile. Your hands find his ones as you grip them tight. 

“I… I don't want divorce.” you confess. 

“But you brought it up.”

“Simply because that was our deal. I was scared you're gonna bring it up and it's going to be too late for me. I didn't know what I felt… but hearing you–I love you too.”

Jungkook gasps, searching your face frantically as if you just pulled the biggest prank on him. 

“You do?” 

“Yes. I don't want anyone else, Jungkook.” you admit.

And then his face breaks into the biggest smile, your own soon cupped by his large hands as he gives you a big kiss. You kiss him back, squeezing his wrists because you need to feel him. You need to know he's not going anywhere. He's right where he is supposed to be. 

And so are you. 

“Yes, right there!” 

The sound of crashing waves from the outside is a white noise, no longer properly acknowledged as you barely recognize your own voice and the desperation behind it.

“Jungkook, please, just fuck me.” you whine, raising your hips off the mattress to meet his hungry mouth.

He lifts his head up from between your thighs, lips completely glistening and wet as he frowns. “But I wanna eat you out first.” he whines this time and while your heart does the weird jump it always does when it comes to him, you find yourself smiling his way. 

“There is enough time for that. Please. I need to feel you.” you plead with him.

He's thinking about it. You see the uncertainty on his face and while he loves to go down on you, he can't disobey his wife who's pleading so nicely for him.

Your body aches from your previous activities. You had eight hours (precisely) to recover when you fell asleep in the arms of the man you love. Your husband. It still gives you the same ticklish feeling in your chest and the pit of your stomach but this time, it's actually true. It's not official on the papers but in your heart too. Ah, god… it sounds so cheesy but all you want to do is to giggle like a teenage girl about how much in love you are with this man.

He stares at you with those doe eyes, still wearing the ponytail he made to wear while working out. But you messed up his plans. Flattered those pretty eyelashes at him and the most angelic smile, sheets sliding off your naked and marked body.

Oh, how many times Jungkook made love to you because you felt insecure. He never knew you feel that way about yourself – about the body he loves and wouldn't change for anything. Because it's you. 

You love this man so much that you have to show him. Now it's your turn.

You get on top of him, just how he loves and enjoys having you. Letting him enter you for what seems like the hundredth time over these past seven days, you both moan in pleasure. He holds you close to him, letting you take the charge as he occasionally thrusts his hips into you. The pleasure increases with each minute and you grow weaker for this man.

Bodies becoming one, the sweet “I love you's” are exchanged in breathless moans.

“I love you so much,” Jungkook moans into your ear, your walls tightening around him. “My sweet love. My angel.” 

This is your second anniversary. Technically your first one where you truly celebrate your marriage, making love all day long. And after so many nights of keeping thing adventurous and fun, letting Jungkook to fuck you into the mattress and everywhere in the vila he rented for this special occasion, making love just feels right. 

You both come together in a record time.

Jungkook fills you up like many times before, the sensation making your legs buckle. You calm down in one another's hold, Jungkook's strong arms around you as he peppers kisses all over the side of your face. 

“I was thinking.” Jungkook starts.

“Oh.”

“Hey!” he laughs, shifting on his spot as you finally lay down next to him, ear pressed against his chest where you hear his heartbeat. “How about we start a family?”

“What?” you gasp, lifting your head immediately to look at him as he gives you a shy grin. 

“I know we're together for one year, officially, but I've been thinking about our future and–”

You shut him up with a kiss to his surprised lips while he melts, relaxing under your touch. 

“Yes.”

“Yes?” he squeals, “Just like that? Yes? I didn't even tell you the speech I prepared.” 

You giggle, “You can tell me later.” you assure him as he chuckles.

“So? Are we gonna do it? Us? Parents?”

You giggle how out of his element he seems to be. It makes you love him even more as you caress his chest before you stare deeply into his soft brown eyes. You brush a few of his hair off his face and send him another angelic smile. 

“I can't wait to have your baby, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back before he looks at you all lovingly, cupping your cheek. 

“I was afraid you would never say it, Mrs. Jeon.”

any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship 

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here 

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no. 

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles. 

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying. 

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower. 

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Of Lace and Lust | KTH {M}

friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing. 

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut, fluff, a sprinkle of angst words: 11.8k contains: college au, roommate au, childhood best friends to lovers, underwear kink, masturbation, fingering, oral (f), condomless sex, so much softness, light dirty talk, definitely too much plot

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definition of love | kth (m)

Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”

When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there’s much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut

warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!

word count: 10.5k

a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork​) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk​​! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae​​, @unoriginal-username15432​​ & @voiceswithoutlips​​ (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!

MASTERLIST | WIPS

You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.

It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.

You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.

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Fanservice (M)

I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera

• Pairing: Camboy!Taehyung x Viewer!(F)Reader

• Genre: Camboy!AU, Smut, Strangers to Lovers

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 30.8k

• Summary: Every Friday night at 10 PM was dedicated to your favorite camboy. When he hosts a contest and you end up the lucky winner, you’ll have to brace yourself for your unexpected debut.

• Warnings/themes: explicit sexual content, sex work, exhibitionism, voyeurism, camshows, mentions of anal play, masturbation (m. and f.), filmed sex acts (consensual), Taehyung has a filthy mouth, swearing, lots of dirty talk, use of sex toys, reader is lowkey a Tae fangirl (who wouldn’t be lol), discussion of consent and rules, performance anxiety, soft dom!Taehyung, breast play, TAECONDA 🗣, handjobs, spitting, oral (m. and f. receiving), gagging, deep throating, fingering, squirting, size kink, unprotected sex (both parties are tested and safe but WRAP IT UP PEEPS), multiple positions, spanking, come play, creampie, slight degradation, multiple orgasms, lots of sexual tension 🥵

• Song Inspo: Cyber Sex - Doja Cat (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Notes: Big dick Tae go brrrrr 🤪 *ahem* forgive me, I had a moment of weakness. Anyways, this is for the “Camshow” square for @bangtanwritingbingo​! I’ve been super excited to delve into this one since I received my card but I couldn’t decide who to use…until I saw THIS pic of Taetae that just screams tease 🤧 had to do some research about cammers for this and found out some fun and interesting things along the way so please enjoy and remember to support your local sex workers! 👍🏾 And a huge thanks to @playmetheclassics​​ for beta’ing this for me, mmmmwah 😘💕 Crossposted to AO3 as well.

• Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @jeontier @park-hera-gi @feral-daisy @uzumakioden @raineandskye @noir-eyes @bebejungkook​ @parkdatjimin​ @sunshinerainbowsbts​ @m-yg93​ @jimilter​ @sexyuntitl3d @herecomesjoon​

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The apartment was shrouded in darkness save for the glow reflecting from your laptop, illuminating your face as you stared expectantly at the screen.

Your eyes flickered to the clock in the lower corner.

9:58.

So close.

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paris in the rain | kth (m)

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

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

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

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nip it in the bud (m) – kth

➻ female reader x taehyung

➻ going to get a piercing au/completing bucket list au + my brother’s best friend au + tattoo artist!taehyung

➻ genres: smut, romance

➻ length & status: 10k words; complete

➻ rating & warnings: 18+; taehyung has tattoos and piercings, he and his big hands are illegal, tae’s oral fixation is entirely out of control, nipple sucking/breast play, semi-public sex (? idk tbh), the pussy eating he does is sloppy and gross, squirting, nasty/messy sex, unprotected sex (wear a condom and be safe kids OR ELSE), riding, creampie, pussy stuffing cuz tae has a big dick (I don’t think you understand it’s GIGANTIC), multiple orgasms

➻ summary: You’re not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother’s best friend you hadn’t seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.

➻ a/n: this was born out of a TikTok where I learned that tattoo artists have to make sure your nipples are hard before piercing them and then I yelled at @jamaisjoons, having an existential crisis about how hot that was. She is the one who told me to write about it 😌 and the reason the fic exists. The last time I got piercings was idk 16 years ago (yes I was 7 🥴). I also have zero tattoos so my knowledge of this is minimal I just wanted to write hot Taehyung sex. Hope y’all enjoy this mess regardless. beta-read by @taegularities @hantaev & @chateautae​ (she helped with the summary too🤩) my favorite tae accounts who have encouraged me so much during this arduous writing process! beta-read and banner made by @softestmuse! You all were there for me for so much during this whole thing and helped so much 🥺

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I’m Not Yours | kth. masterlist

“When the rain stops you shine on me, your light’s the only thing that keeps the cold out.”

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : When your childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung moves back into town, you expect the next few years to be reminiscent of your younger years. Awkward, tense and quiet. What you don’t expect is being forced to distract him from his overbearing crush on your mutual best friend, Eunji.

↠ genre : university au, estranged childhood friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, art student!taehyung, literature student!reader, angst, fluff & smut

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, mentions of anxiety and depression, bad & toxic friends, lots of feelings, small forms of violence (with other characters), explicit sexual content. (additional warnings will be given with each chapter!)

↠ banner : by the sweetest @lavienvante 🤎 thank you so much for making me the prettiest banner!! <3 go check out her works 🤎

↠ a/n : here is the masterlist for my first series! i am beyond excited to share this with you & i hope you enjoy this journey as much as i do! happy reading <3

↠ series song : christmas tree - taehyung (the lyrics fit this series oh so perfectly 🤎)

❦ chapter 1 : a lane in the public gardens at arles - 1888 [7K]

❦ chapter 2 : water lilies and japanese bridge - 1899 [10K]

❦ chapter 3 : the weeping woman - 1937 [coming soon…]

❦ chapter 4 : at eternity’s gate - 1890

❦ chapter 5 : poppy field - 1886

❦ chapter 6 : the night cafe - 1888

❦ chapter 7 : snow at argenteuil - 1874

❦ chapter 8 : almond blossoms - 1890

❦ chapter 9 : the artist’s garden at giverny - 1900

❦ chapter 10 : view from the artist’s window - 1823

❦ epilogue : the starry night - 1889

❦ extras :

↠ glossary - a closer insight to the iny!world & characters. here you can find the answers to any important questions and information about the characters. this will be added to as the story goes on.

↠ playlist - have a listen to their songs (thank you @lavienvante for helping 🤎)

↠ your thoughts - a collection of our thoughts

start date : 30.12.21 || 00:00 KST

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↠ FAQ :

how often will you update?

updates for this series will be random! i will be writing as much as i can in my free time. i am busy right now with my jobs & uni, so my updates will be scheduled around that. i do however, work on this series daily and love seeing what everyone has to say about it <3

how i envision y/n & eunji?

here you can find moodboards that portray how i personally see both y/n & eunji !! you’re all open to your own interpretation of course, but i wanted to share mine :) feel free to show me how you paint them in your minds!

how i envision iny!tae?

here you can find a variety of pictures that i feel remind me of taehyung in this story. everyone is of course entitled to envision whatever they want to. also, these taehyung’s are not just iny!tae , they can well be a taehyung in another writers story. please understand that i am not gatekeeping any of these taehyung’s to my story.

SUGAR MOON 🥐 kim taehyung.

pair. art student! taehyung x fem! reader | genre. paris in the 50’s, arranged marriage, angst, romance, smut | warnings. profanity, smoking, possessiveness, pet names, jealousy, unprotected intercourse, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, age gap, breeding kink, virgin mc | word count. 7.1k

synopsis. “tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?” or kim taehyung won’t let anyone else have you. you’ve been promised to him, after all.

A small life, a small happiness.

These were the things that had been promised to you by your parents, Taehyung didn’t doubt it one fucking bit. Nothing had been shown to you, nothing he could use, nothing to stimulate that pretty little mind of yours. You were a blank canvas.

Someone he could taint. His womanizer ways had done their rounds across Paris, but no one ever actually thought there would come a time where Kim Taehyung, successor of the Kim’s and their jewelry empire, a business booming since the early 20’s, would settle down. They were wrong, of course.

Taehyung wasn’t planning on getting married and staying married, especially to such an inexperienced girl such as yourself, fresh out of her private academy, and working under her daddy as a typist, a receptionist. At least not at first. Not until he met with you in person.

Then, he couldn’t wait. After that first meeting, witnessing your shaking hands and soft voice as you greeted him—you had his cock leaking in seconds. No other woman had elicited such a reaction out of him, none that mattered. None he could remember the name of. So, naturally, he was attracted. Challenged. Interested.

It was a brief brunch, and an extremely pretentious one. Taehyung’s fingers had been itching for a cigarette the entire time, as your mother went on and on about your excellent grades and general impression. His father, an always serious man, all about his money and good name, had managed to snick cognac in his coffee without anyone noticing—anyone except you.

Taehyung’s eyes had caught your amused ones, as you rose a satin gloved hand to your red lips, pressing two digits against that beautiful mouth to keep you from laughing. He fell back on his chair then, manspreading even further, playing with the serviette in his hand, watching you closely.

You hadn’t touched your food. Out of nervousness, perhaps. He liked his women to eat, to indulge themselves in whatever pleases them most. You’d learn that. What else, then… your pinned hair, perfectly styled to fit the shape of your face, your cute nose, and rosy cheeks. The modest neckline of your dress. Hiding just enough, leaving the rest up to the imagination. Carefully chosen he concludes. By the mother. For this engagement.

What a fucking joke. He hated pretending the most. He was an artist; a free mind, someone that couldn’t be caged, someone that did not do well in circumstances as preposterous as these, so staged, so rehearsed, so—fake. If he had it his way, and his father knows this the best, he’d take you away from this table, away from all this boring talk between parents, a bidding war he’s afraid, for what price you’d be sold to him for. Well, that can’t have you feeling comfortable, and no one would want his fiancée to be dreading her own wedding day, would they?

He’s doing it for your future, he reasons.

“Excuse us, esteemed relatives,” he cuts his mother off, and stands up, mischievous gaze piercing through you. “We have greater matters to attend, don’t we sweetheart?”

You blushed immediately under the attention, clearly never having gone against anything in your life. A rule player, staying inside the box. Taehyung wanted to cut that box open, tear through it like a Christmas present, and pick you up, play with you for hours, steal that virginity, that innocence away.

It was at that first meeting, that he took you to his favorite bakery, bought you pain au chocolat, and watched you eat as he smoked, hot chocolate staining your top lip a delicious dark color. Taehyung chuckled at your child like reaction upon noticing your new bittersweet mustache, and decided he’d kiss you that day. Not then, you’d probably run off on him if he’d done it then.

“Have you no decency to tell me of my state?” You smack him playfully on the arm, and his smirk only deepens.

“And miss that adorable look on your face? Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Later. At his house, maybe, after he’s certain of your hold on him, and wants to explore it more. Explore you more. The fabric of your dress was hugging your waist exquisitely, dangerously, those heels doing nothing for you next to him. Eight years of a difference, yet he’s known of you for so long. Has seen you from afar, a mere girl with pigtails, no one he’d pay any mind to, just a shadowy figure in the background of his life, but always the promise hung; the promise between your families, the inevitable elopement.

But you were a tough woman, weren’t you? You made him fight for you. There had been a shy goodbye and then your back, walking away from him in a hurry, afraid to stick around for any more that you’d already have. That had been for the better, Taehyung mused to himself over another of many, many a cigarette. Tobacco had been a friend of his since the young age of seventeen, a way to fit in with the other teenagers and their self destructing tendencies. He had those too, he convinced himself. He had those too, but he also had his pencils and papers.

Taehyung had his art, and his music, and he was never alone. He’d witnessed no death, no poverty, no war, and so for that reason he was an insufferable dreamer, a delicate person. But he tried to see those things, tried to be a part of it all, to help, or to imitate—naturally, those people had taken and taken and taken from him, had used him for his warmth, his money, and reassured future, as they had to, at some point, unfortunately return back to their tiny, freezing apartments to starve and work minimum wage industrial jobs as he remained free to parade around Paris, wearing his expensive tailored suits and leather boots, studying art, not a care in the fucking world.

He was aware of this, too. It made no difference. He came from a family of immigrants, people who put in a great deal of effort to their endeavors. His father alongside his uncle had opened their first jewelry shop in 1922, amidst terrible, dark times, catering exclusively to the rich folk of Paris, investing every last penny they had to them, until the favor was returned. Now, boutiques across France, across Europe. Thirty-four years later.

All the whorehouses in Paris could not have prepared him for what he was about find out. For he’s never been truly jealous of anyone, has had no insecurities, no doubt of who he was. Taehyung was wanted by both men and women, divulged in sexual acts with all who interested him, never particularly caring for gender or class. People were all the same to him—everyone had a price, a reason. But not you, not to him. The more he was away from you, the stronger his feelings grew.

You had a little boyfriend; he learns from the driver he had ordered to follow you around. Someone insignificant, an electrician—so it was honest work you were looking for. A small life, a small happiness. Oh, to see your parents’ faces when they found out about this; how their words had backfired. Kim Taehyung came second to no one, and especially not a country boy trying to make it in the big, scary world. He had his ways of getting exactly what he wanted. That is to say, he hired a friend of his fathers to scare him off, to warn him against you. And if that didn’t work, if there was love involved—well, he couldn’t have that, could he?

You were promised to him first. He wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Especially that tight cunt, those cherry red lips. It went without fucking saying—he had to see you again. Unsupervised. Preferably, naked, underneath him.

So, he goes to your house. Picks up a few pebbles and tries for several windows, cigarette in mouth, dark brown curls falling over his eyes. You’re bound to answer to one. He persists, until he sees light coming from the last window at the corner of the stone building, a familiar shadow through the curtains.

Taehyung waits. It’s well past midnight, and you look terrified, but so, so beautiful. Fuckable, in your pink robe and loose hair. He wants to climb up the wall and fuck you right there, against that very window. He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d let go for him.

“My goodness, what are you doing here, Taehyung?” A protective hand over your chest, you look down at him perplexed, but—excited.

He takes the cig out his mouth, flicks the ashes off. “I can’t stop thinking about you, darling.”

He sees your eyes widen, those kissable lips part in an inaudible gasp. He smiles fondly, the thought of you half asleep, still warm from dreams, stirring because of him and his uncontrollable desires—oh, he’d marry you right then if he could. Such were his feelings for you.

“But you can’t be here! My parents—wait, are you drunk?”

Oops. He stumbled forward, discarding his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his forearms, stick between his lopsided lips.

“Guilty as charged, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the night. “I’m coming up.”

“Good lord, you’re not.”

“I am.”

A pause, as he begins his ascend up the front wall of your house. “You are a lunatic, Kim Taehyung. Absolutely.”

For you, perhaps. He’s climbed before, countless times actually, all involving rebellion and illegal activities, but no matter. This time he’s climbing for love, for a chance to get to know the real you, not the timid girl you are during the day, but the hidden side, the moon of you. He’d get it out of you, he’s good at that. And when he does, Taehyung will have his way with you. His cock stirs in the mere thought of it.

You make way for him to jump inside your bedroom, still shaken from the fact he can even do something like that. To see you. You must be dreaming. But no, that can’t be, because there he stands, in all his handsomeness, smelling of cigarettes and expensive cologne, curls bouncing with his every move. And he’s moving towards you.

“How is my favorite girl doing?”

Taehyung sees the flush on your bare neck, rising higher. He sees your hands coming together in front of you, as you instinctively step back from him, a prey in front of a hunter.

“This is inappropriate,” you mutter to yourself, blinking fast.

His lips curve slightly. “Yet, you let me in.”

Your eyes snap back at his. “I had no choice!”

He ignores this, instead familiarizes himself with your bedroom, the pastel colors, the minimal furniture, the piles of books. Your hairbrush, your mirror. Things you’ve used, things that smell like you. You were killing him, playing with the heartstrings of his goddamn heart. How can a girl so perfect as you, his promised fiancée, have someone else? Be touched by another man, loved by another man?

Jealousy has never felt uglier inside him.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?”

Your hip hits the corner of your desk, and you hiss quietly. You’re shocked by his words, and he doesn’t fault you. How could he know, after all. Right?

“Who told you this?” You question, and he grabs the end of your robe’s belt, feeling the lace of it.

“Confidential,” he replies simply. “You should know now, darling, I don’t share well. The woman that I’ll love will be my woman only.”

“Is that right?” You test him, he can see. A look of defiance so different from the submissive girl he met at that restaurant all those weeks ago.

He hums, enjoying your little power play. “That is exactly right, pretty thing. Care to elaborate on this secret of yours?” He kisses two fingers, places them on top of the place where his heart rests. “I promise it will stay with me.”

You don’t look convinced. You squirm and touch your hair. Another habit. You’re transparent to him, so easy to read, to decipher. Honest. Your ways do not betray you. To have someone to trust… it was incredibly valuable to Taehyung. Unheard of in the circles he ran, the family he was raised in. A salvation, then. You came to him as a small bird—what if he taught you how to fly?

“You don’t want to see me angry, sweetheart. Use your words,” he threatened, leaning against your closet, all the way on the other side of your bed, unmade and slept in.

In the dim light of your nightstand lamp, you looked dreamt up. Like a wet dream designed by his subconscious to haunt him, a personal Hell. To look but not to touch. Forbidden fruit, and everyone knows the story…

“I met him a year ago. He came for a routine check up on the power lines,” you started to explain, not moving an inch, afraid that if you did Taehyung would move as well. “I… He was kind to me. I’ve been seeing him secretly ever since.”

“Has he touched you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question, darling, isn’t it? Has.he.touched.you?”

You huffed an incredulous laugh, as if offended. You answer anyway. “We’ve only kissed, not that it’s any of your business.”

Taehyung nods his head slowly, pointing at the pack he took out of his trousers’ pocket. “May I?” But he doesn’t wait. Lighter on the edge of the cigarette, he inhales the smoke deeply, blowing it towards the ceiling, pondering over the information in his head.

“Kindness,” he says. “Is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Makes you feel guilty if you don’t give it back, if you don’t return it.”

Closing the distance between your bodies, he sees you cowering in the corner, but those eyes are anything but scared. You have a bite, it’s in there. Taehyung wonders how he can bring it out, test it.

“He loves me,” you retort, and you’re trying to sound convincing.

The question is to whom?

“Sweetheart, I do not doubt for one fucking minute that a man could have a pretty little thing like you and not be completely enamored. Only a fool would waste the opportunity.” You stay quiet, watching him stop by the foot of your bed, nothing but a mere two steps separating you now.

“Maybe he does, chances are he doesn’t. It matters little to me,” he pins you down with a strict look. “You’re to stop seeing him. I’m not a charitable person—you belong to me now. Am I making myself clear?”

The mask crumbles, the wounded girl appears. Tears glisten in the faint warm glow of the room, and Taehyung finds himself wanting to wipe them away, make them disappear. He didn’t mean to hurt you, to make you cry. He’s drunk, and he’s jealous, and he’s falling in love.

He’s the bird in the cage, flapping its wings, terrified, starved of genuine affection. His deflecting can only camouflage this truth for so long. It will shoot out like a slap in the face to render him speechless, and it will be soon. But for right now, as he stands in front of you, all he wants is to taste those lips, to try molding them into his own.

“You are cruel, Kim Taehyung. Marrying you would be a tragedy and a punishment,” you mutter, fighting back sobs, chin quivering.

He smiles, but it’s all teeth, he’s a wolf, and it’s fake, it’s forced, and his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, fingers clenching into fists, cigarette butt bitten into to keep from lashing out. Not going after the engagement earlier had been a tragedy, having to deal with the aftermath of not trying to get to know his own fiancée the punishment. But you had been young, and he had been too preoccupied with easy pussy and pretentious art to care. Now you hate him, and it feels unfair.

“What if I told you this person was only after your money, darling? Would that make you see?”

“Lies.”

Taehyung exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring. “I don’t lie, sweetheart, if there’s one thing to know about me it’s this. I have proof. He’s been stealing from this family and has been feeding you fairytales.”

You attack then, heading straight for his face. He grabs both your wrists, and immobilizes you instantly, spitting the cigarette out in fear of burning you. You stare at each other for what feels like ages, both panting, neither backing down.

“You’re trying to poison me,” you spit at him, pure hatred spread across your beautiful face. “Lock me up.”

He softens immediately, blinking down at you, snapping out of it. “I fed you hot chocolate, ordered flowers to your house every single day since I met you,” he whispers, trying to make you see reason. “I’ve known you since you were playing hide and seek with my younger sister, a girl no older than nine years of age—I’ve never had a reason to lie to you, to trick you. All I’m doing is trying to protect you. Neither of us had any control over our relationship, (Y/N), and I am truly sorry for that. Be it as it may, I now have a responsibility to you, to keep you out of harm’s way, to be truthful.”

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you look so confused, so fucking split into what you want to believe and what is real, that Taehyung can only pull you into his arms, let you come to terms with the fact. You don’t fight, you don’t even say anything, you just sob into his shirt quietly, overtaken by heartbreak. He sits you both down on the bed, and you fall into his lap—so easily, like you’ve done this a thousand times. His thoughts drift further, and he chastises himself; you’re in a vulnerable position, it’s late. He should leave you alone.

For the life of him, he can’t find the will to do it.

“What I said still stands,” he mumbles into your hair. “I will not apologize for the way I am. For as long as you’re mine, no one else will have you. I will kill anyone who dares to attempt messing with you.”

You sniffle and sigh, tear-stained bloodshot eyes looking back at him. “I had no idea you were like this.”

One side of his mouth curves slightly, hands coming to push hair back from your face. “You’ll get used to me. Give it some time.”

Your gaze moves across his features, studying him. A breath away. If he leaned in just a bit, he could take your mouth in his, devour you whole. He almost does. The hope that you might want anything to do with him is holding him back from doing so.

“Okay,” you say, and he exhales.

“What?”

“Okay,” you repeat, fingers coming to wipe at the wetness on your cheeks. “I’ll give you a chance. Please don’t make me regret it.”

His body physically aches from the effort he puts not to pounce on your right then and there, so instead he settles for a kiss on the forehead, short and painful. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, begs for you to stop wiggling on him.

“I fucking swear, darling. I’ll be good to you.”

He’s never promised anything to any woman before. He finds himself wanting to keep good on his words this time.

It’s exactly two weeks after his little break and entering fiasco that the preparations for the engagement party begin.

Your mother seemed to know Taehyung had spent majority of that night with you, if he were to judge by her inquisitive looks and overall effort to never leave her daughter unattended around him. That was well enough—he was a creative and innovative man, he always seemed to find a way around rules and indiscreet eyes.

He takes you to a movie screening one afternoon, and stares at your animated expressions the entire time. He smokes twice as much to resist the urge of putting his hands on you. He desperately wants to; he craves having you in his arms again, yearns for that sweet scent, those soft thighs rubbing against his erection, your breasts against his firm chest. Taehyung dreams of you often, dreams of those untouched folds he’s never seen, never tasted—he’s a savage diving headfirst into them, licking every last drop of your wetness, inhaling the smell of your virgin cunt, and imagines your desire to be touched by a man, him, your soon to be husband.

He comes into his hand every morning, wishing his palm was you around his raw cock, allowing him to invade you, to ravage you. He weaves his time, reassuring himself—all in good time. He’ll have you for eternity soon, and no forever will be enough for all he’s planned on doing with you.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you drink?”

You look at him, eyelashes flattering innocently. “No, not really,” you confess, and you appear so cute to him, then, that he must make a move, it cannot be helped.

Taehyung kisses your temple affectionately, stopping you both in your tracks in the bustling streets of the 7th Arrondissement. You lean in for just a moment, overtaken, and he considers it a triumph, a step towards the right direction. He’ll spend the rest of his life proving himself to you, if that’s what it takes, just so he can kiss you like this.

“We can’t have that, can we?” He rhetorically asks, and takes your hand in his, draping it over his forearm. “You’re with me, now, you must divulge in the few pleasures that life has to offer, my darling.”

“No one has offered to show me,” you confess shyly.

Show you he does. He takes you to the restaurant he frequents at and orders the bottle of wine he loves the most, along with dinner. Taehyung fills your glass and cuts your steak in bite sized pieces when it arrives. He advices you to sniff at the red colored alcohol first, before closing your eyes and having a taste.

You’re the most special kind of angel doing exactly as you’re told, taking a small sip of the aged wine. He watches, breath bated. When you open your eyes, the fascination on your face makes him smile brightly, proudly.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“That’s my girl.”

Your fiancée leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette as you contently chew your food, drink your wine. He stares in awe, mesmerized by your genuine nature. You blush under his intense gaze.

“Won’t you eat?” You ask, biting your pink lips.

Taehyung can’t help but smirk at that. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll eat later, trust me.”

“You say it with such innuendo, I don’t understand—”

“Have you ever touched yourself, (Y/N)? Be honest with me.”

You choke on your food, eyes widening, coughing into your hand. Taehyung chuckles, offering you some water. You take it gratefully, chugging half the glass. He waits, amused, curious. A few people turn to look. He ignores them.

“That is not a proper question to ask a lady, Taehyung,” you scold him after you recover, fingers playing with your pearl necklace.

“You are to be my wife. I believe I can ask whatever I want,” he responds calmly.

You take a while to answer, instead turning to the wine for bravery.

“Why the interest?”

“Purely out of curiosity. I want to know what makes you feel good, sweetheart, for when I go down on that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your knife falls out of your hand and hits the floor at once. More people begin to tune into your conversation, intrigued. You look around, embarrassed and crouch to pick up your utensil. Taehyung turns his head to the side to blow smoke on the nosy woman on the table next to yours. She heaves, waving her hand and quickly minds her business.

“Did I say something to upset you?” He presses.

“You’re ridiculous and vulgar!” You half whisper, urging him to stop his teasing. “No one has ever spoken to me in this way.”

“Your boyfriend must’ve been a bore then, darling. I’m only stating my intentions. I would never dare to offend you.”

“It’s just as so.”

“Don’t be shy with me.”

“Yes!” You exclaim, and down the entire glass of wine. “Of course I have, who hasn’t? Now no more of this or I’m leaving.”

Taehyung shuts the fuck up at once.

He wishes he can say he was nothing but a total gentleman the entire evening, but that would a blatant fucking lie, wouldn’t it, because as soon as you get off the car to go into your house, he grabs you by the arm and kisses you deeply, hands ruining your hair. You moan and refute against his lips, but he holds you tighter, attempts to bruise your mouth so that you’d feel him there for a good fucking while.

He wishes he can say that had been all, but it wasn’t, because he takes you on the side of the building, covering you in shadows, and slips his hand under your dress, feeling your garters, touching the lace of your underwear. He rises your skirts, and fingers you right there, your parents just through the wall, wondering where their sweet little girl is.

You gasp and cling to him, bodies pressed together as he leaves you no room to think, to second guess, to breathe, even. He’s ruthless in his taking, selfish in his ambition to make you come for him, and so his digits curl in your slick, finding out the pleasure spots of you, desperate to have you screaming his name. You’re moving your hips towards his hand in no time, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have something inside you, fucking into you. Taehyung flattens his palm, and rubs your clit with the heel of it, long fingers edging you.

“Please, Taehyung… that feels too good, what are you doing to me?”

Your head falls on his shoulder, just as he hikes one of your thighs up his torso. He has half a mind to slam you down on his cock, fuck you in public, unashamed, outside your own fucking house, but he doesn’t, he won’t, because you’re important; because you matter, because he only wants to give you a little taste of what he can do for you.

“I’m stretching that little hole of yours, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, so eager for my hand.”

Cupping you jaw, his tongue pushes past your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting more sounds from you, growing hotter, whinier, broken. Your pussy is making sounds too, all wet and filthy, and you seem to hear them as well, trying to pull away from his kiss, hide your face in his chest. He doesn’t let you, opens his eyes to see the pleasure written clearly on your features.

“You’ll come for me, won’t you, darling? All over my fingers? Let me see you, sweet thing, and then let me have a taste of those sweet juices. I bet you taste like pure fucking honey, I wanna bury myself in that cunt, drown in that cream. Won’t you give it to me, baby? C’mon, let go for me, let me see.”

When you come, you don’t seem to understand what you just did, what happened, and Taehyung is truly and completely awestruck by your innocence. He rubs circles on your clit until your body stops convulsing, and when he’s sure you’re okay to stand on your own, he kneels down in front of you on the dewy grass, gripping your hips, and diving in your folds, tongue lapping your slickness, so velvety, so goddamn tasty, before going for your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves. You jerk away from him, the sensation unfamiliar. He brings you back, growls, grips tighter and does it again. And again. And again.

“Oh my God, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—”

He moans against your cunt, uses his hand again to provide more friction for you to rub against. You do immediately, your pussy on fire, aching like never before, your stomach in knots. Then he starts mumbling like a mad man—I can feel it, sweetheart, let me have it, come in my mouth, give it to me my filthy fucking girl, my little slut, Heaven on earth on my tongue, I swear, one more, one more baby, come on.

You come again, and this time you see stars; your vision blurs, and you almost collapse on top of him, but Taehyung holds you up whilst not missing a single drop of your release, licking all over, chin coated in your juices, running down his neck. He fucking loves it all, loves you, loves your cunt. Then, he hears it.

Your dad calling out for you. While he’s still buried between your thighs, erection pressing against his trousers, his daughter fucked out and half naked for everyone to see. You panic immediately, pushing your skirt down, looking at the direction of the voice worried, dizzy still from your orgasms.

Taehyung pulls your panties over your core, and gets up quickly, giving you one last kiss before slapping your ass. You hit his chest alarmed, anxiety ridden.

“Go first, darling. I’ll see you later.”

“But—”

He fixes you with a stern look. “Be a good girl.”

You hesitantly go, your hand dropping from his. He hates having to let go of you like this but doesn’t want to get you in trouble with your father, either. He waits a bit for both voices to disappear behind doors, before going back to his car, parked a couple houses back. Taehyung can barely think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock.

He rubs himself like that, with the thought of you coming undone over him, your taste still in his mouth. When he spits into his palm, he imagines your perfect lips wrapping around his shaft, taking his entire length into your small hole, gagging over his girth. He barely cares for anyone passing, or his indecency.

He wants to fuck you raw, fuck you dumb. Put a ring on your finger, and knock some babies in you, then die a happy man.

All in good time.

With guests arriving and gifts piling up, Taehyung hadn’t got a single chance to talk to you. Just a quick hello and peck on the cheek, before your mothers dragged you away to fix your dress and powder your face up to her standards.

You’d grimaced at him as you were taken to the guest room of his house, and he gave you a small smile in return. This day was most important to them, a celebration of two of the most powerful and influential families in all of France, so in that way, you had to look your best, and even then, your best didn’t guarantee perfection.

Taehyung thought you looked fucking stunning in your champagne-colored gown, crystals cascading down your hair. A wish, or a dream, or both. He can only imagine what you’d look like in your wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle, given to no one but him, his to love, to cherish, to protect, and to fuck. He gets excited with the mere thought, the prospect of having you all to himself, to do whatever he pleases.

His father slaps him on the shoulder once, already more than three glasses of bourbon in; he had a buzz about him, a friendly aura, when he was drunk. It was easier to talk to him, then, in his relaxed state. But Taehyung had nothing to say—not to him, at least. He’d been a pain in the fucking ass all these years, and now when it’s time to do his duty and marry into a good family, all of a sudden, he’s the picture-perfect authority.

Bullshit. He loosens his tie a little, the noose suddenly entirely too tight around his neck, and puts the cigarette back in between his fingers, running a hand through his tidy hair, with the brushed back curls.

At first, greeting people had been easy enough. All he had to do was stand right next to you and shake hands. He doesn’t know when the air got so unbearably stifling, or when the faces all started blurring into each other, smiles melting off as if acid had been thrown onto them. Taehyung squeezes that hand he has around your waist, and you look up in concern. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and who the fuck keeps banging on his head?

“Tae?” You ask, delicate hands taking his pale face in them. “You’re overwhelmed,” you conclude, staring into his eyes. Then to your mother, “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.”

“Right now?” She chastises but doesn’t object. Perhaps Taehyung looks worse than he feels. “Be back soon, honey. You need to give your toasts, so we can bring out the cake.”

“Yes, mother.”

Like magic, his migraine disappears the moment you leave the living room. Your soft hand in his, leading him to privacy—all he needed, all he wanted. Your plan is to take him to the garden, have the crispy autumn air hit him, bring him back from his anxiety. But it wasn’t stress that made him unwell; it was those people, the fact that he knew none of them, and yet they got to congratulate him, to stare at his bride as if she’s nothing more than a piece of meat, something with an expiration date.

They think that Kim Taehyung won’t be faithful. That he’ll grow bored, and once he gives you a couple children, will try everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from you. The assumptions of a life he left far behind the moment he bought you that chocolate croissant were haunting him, karma coming to bite him. He was no longer that person they’ve heard so many rumors about it, nor does he wish to ever be, ever again.

You were his future now. His life. He was completely devoted to you. You had to know this.

Before you can reach for the balcony door, he pulls you into the library, locking the door behind him. You let out a gasp as he pushes you against the cold glass of the window that run across the wall, overlooking the majestic garden his mother and housekeepers had built. Taehyung smiles and puts both his arms on either side of you, his thumbs caressing your temples tenderly.

“I thought you weren’t well,” you mutter, blinking up at his handsome face.

“You always make me feel better.” He inches closer.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” And then he kisses you.

Gently, softly. Small feathery pecks, admiring the way you bloomed for him, under his touch. The party was gearing up, he could hear the melody change to something more upbeat, so he figured he could steal a few more moments with you, alone. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour.

“I want you to know, sweetheart, I want you to hear it from me directly, and believe me always when I say—I’ll be a good husband to you. I will always put you first, above my own self, whatever you need. Count on me, let me be a man that’s deserving of an angel like you,” he whispers against your lips, watches as your eyes glisten with tears of joy.

He kisses them away, then kisses your brow. You giggle, a sound holier than church bells. He would give you anything, then. His baby, his darling. Anything.

“I’m going to take advantage of you now— I can’t fucking wait any longer, you have me by the fucking balls, sweetheart.”

Your hands instinctively go for his shoulders, as he roughly pulls your dress up your legs, over your hips, those long fingers dipping underneath your silk panties, feeling that smooth pussy with his open palm. Taehyung groans into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to mark you, show everyone you’re his, but not now. You’d be too embarrassed to go back out, face all those guests.

Your cunt wasn’t shy, though. It coated his fingers with your slick wetness, opened up for him to have his way. So obedient, so fucking sexy—oh, he’d fuck you. Right against this window, for anyone that was outside to see. He didn’t give a fuck. You drove him crazy with how ready you always seemed to be, your body betraying any sort of rebuttal from you.

“Tell me baby, have you touched yourself since I was in between these legs?” As his middle finger slips inside your tight entrance. “Have you thought of me while rubbing this pretty pussy? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” a breathy moan against his collarbone, as your hand wraps around the nap of his neck. “Yes.”

He’s a gone man, then. A girl as perfect as you, his promised girl, admitting to pleasuring herself with the thought of him? Taehyung almost wants to apologize for who he was about to become.

“Turn around for me, darling.”

You’re scared, overthinking the position, but with one last flick on your clit, you’re drenching his entire hand, rubbing on his forearm like a starved slut.

“I’ll take care of you, baby, I got you, I promise.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, and he shushes you, kisses away your worry.

“It might, angel. But you’re my strong girl, aren’t you? Bite on my hand if the pain is too much.”

He holds your hips aligned with his erection and unzips his trousers, pumping himself a few times, using your slick to coat his length. Taehyung then puts a hand over your mouth, and you hold onto it with both of your own, inching your ass closer to his cock absentmindedly, your body obviously wanting this as much as he does.

“Fuck me, you’re a fucking dream like this, darling, let me see you. Do that again.”

You do, the white garters and stockings you have on the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his goddamn life. He’s seen a lot of pussy, but nothing compares, could ever compare to yours. Sliding his rock-hard length against your folds, he circles an arm around your waist, your knees already giving out. Taehyung chuckles, kisses your shoulder blade softly. What an adorable girl, so innocent in the ways of pleasure, all the different ways your senses can come alive.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

He enters you at once, what little resistance there was giving way. You scream into his hand, and he presses his chest on your back, fingers pressing against your mouth to keep you quiet. Stilling for a second, brows furrowing, aching to pound into you, to fuck you senseless, he then pulls all the way out, and thrusts back in, the tightness feeling incredible against his girth.

“Christ baby, where have you been my entire fucking life?”

You whimper, and push back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Faster, Taehyung, please.”

He needn’t be told twice. He stays inside you, picking up his pace, fucking into the deepest part of you, both arms wrapping around your waist, breathing labored, watching as you place two manicured hands on the glass, trying to keep yourself upright. He praises you, tells you how good you’re doing, how fucking perfect you are for him, taking cock so well, a natural, a good little slut, his baby, so proud of you, so fucking proud.

“Look at you, shameless, getting fucked for the whole world to see. You’re a filthy fucking girl, angel, aren’t you? All you want is to come on my cock, don’t you?”

“Please…”

Taehyung wants to grab you by the hair, drill himself into your hole, shape it to fit his dick exactly, to mark his place there so that you could never leave him, never let any other man in that sweet fucking place. Instead, he watched the crystals bounce, your tits smashed against the glass, corset keeping them in place.

“Please? Use your words, darling. What do you want?” He demands, bending you at the waist more, feeling his release getting closer.

“You, please, more, more!”

When his digits drop down to your clit again, you’re a crying mess, begging to be filled with cum, filled by him, to the brim, until you can’t take no more, and he gives it all to you, he’s generous, he slams one, two, three—your head falls in ecstasy, as he shoots his load inside of your insatiable hole, balls emptying all he’s been holding back for you.

He rests his head on your lower back, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging. He kisses you over the flashy fabric of your dress, hands resting above your womb, thinking about seeing your swollen belly, carrying his child, a beautiful mommy.

Taehyung helped you get decent, tucking himself back in his pants, straightening his suit vest, passing a hand over his combed hair, and turned you around in his arms for a last kiss. Only this one was more intense; unlike any other kiss he’s ever experienced. It was emotional, carrying the trust and love you’ve grown to have for him, the most precious thing he could ever ask for.

“I’ve loved you since I met you, sweetheart,” he whispers sweetly in your ear, pulling back to see your reaction.

You flushed, hiding on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at your action and keeps you there for a while. Some time has passed since you two supposedly went to the gardens, and he didn’t want your mother to start an entire search party for the both of you, so he halfheartedly suggested to return to the living room.

Admittedly, there was no possible way to hide you two had sex. His mother shook her head as he brought you to stand in front of the two-tiered vanilla frosted cake, attached to your hip.

“I’ll love you til the day I die,” he promises later, in front of everyone, slipping a diamond ring on your finger. “Mine to hold, mine to keep.”

Crystallia

Welcome to the Continent, Land of Armi. The Seven Kingdoms hope you enjoy the adventures and treasures waiting for you.

✶ Table of Contents

✶ Travel Guides

✶ Map

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Travel Guides

Here you will find the Continent's helpful guides where you can familiarize yourself with the land. Each one is written by an expert within their respective country, and "The Continent" guide is written by a fae elder.

✶ The Continent

✶ Jinaia

✶ Sugaru

✶ Hobius

✶ Joonia

✶ Chimni

✶ Traetos

✶ Kooju

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Portraits were done by @winterofherdiscontent. I asked for permission to use them and they gave me their consent.

The Continent

History

When it was first created by the deities of old, the Continent had a name: Crystallia. Within Crystallia, there were many countries and kingdoms constantly warring due to greed. Crystallia’s creators stayed out of mortal affairs, but when the land became hell itself, they finally interfered. They wiped Crystallia clean: the famine, disease, and the humans. Even the dragons, but they fought back, and some survived. While the dragons went into hiding, the deities of old appointed a minor goddess to repurpose their failure of humanity into something new, to prove herself worthy.

Her name was Armi, and she was the goddess of friendship and love.

She accepted their offer with gratitude and began immediately. Instead of renaming the land, Armi simply called it the Continent. Although she knew she could not erase the mistake Crystallia was, she molded something new out of it. She mapped out seven countries and gave each of them a capital; carved out lakes and mountains; grew forests and plains; and tended deserts and tundra. Once each country had its own unique environment, Armi then created her first sentient beings. Not only did she not make humans, but faeries and werewolves and vampires.

Armi hoped her creations would live in harmony, but they did not. Humans turned against the immortals, slaughtering the vampires and a majority of the fae. They even tried battling the dragons and werewolves just to fail. As she watched, Armi could not help but be disappointed with herself. What went wrong? What could she have done differently? Were all humans instinctively cruel towards those who weren’t like them? Was there some sort of flaw in their design?

Soon she learned it was not her fault. Humans would always hate. It was always there, deep in their blood and souls, an error incapable of correction. Humans just could not accept those who were different than them. Armi observed as the dragons, wolves, and surviving fae fled north to rebuild and heal, leaving the humans behind in the south.

Once they were gone, the humans realized they couldn’t survive without their immortal counterparts; their wisdom and intelligence; their strength and power. They grew angry, furious from abandonment and blamed it on Armi. She tried to soothe them by becoming one of them, to subtly help them survive on their own. But when they discovered her true identity, they murdered her in cold blood, martyring her out of hatred.

The immortals mourned their goddess while the humans rejoiced, free from the supposedly tyrannical Armi. Yet in the following months, the Continent soon began to die. Soil turned brittle, and rain became scarce. Food wasn’t growing. Animals were dying. Only when they were on the brink of starvation did the humans realize what they had done. Armi's very existence was the life source of the Continent, and in killing her, they were killing themselves.

To honor Armi and her blessings, to somehow earn her forgiveness, the humans built a religion in her name. They called it armina and constructed the basics around her passion and her kindness, for everything she did for them. They named the followers Boras, an ancient word for purple in memory of the robes she wore. Others took inspiration, and more religions sprouted throughout the Continent. But as time went on, only the humans remembered Armi. The immortals, forever in mourning, let her rest and forgot about her.

Years later, a miracle occurred. On the night High Priest Yoongi was born, Armi reached out to him from her plane of existence, blessing him with her knowledge, wisdom, and eternal life. Her parting words to him were, “Correct my wrongs. Heal the wounds I’ve caused.” Yoongi has followed her since, not daring to disobey her.

Because High Priest Yoongi was chosen by Armi to be her vessel, Boras believe he is Armi reincarnated. In Sugaru, the land where she passed, they worship him as a god.

Present Day

Like the day Armi first created the Continent, the seven original countries still remain with the same names: Jinaia, Sugaru, Hobius, Joonia, Chimni, Traetos, and Kooju. Although the capitals have fallen and been reborn several times, the existing capitals have stayed for a few centuries. Unlike the day they were brought to life, humans learned to coexist with their immortal counterparts. The fae, werewolves, and dragons have recuperated and thrive, but vampires remain extinct. It is unknown if there are any surviving lineages or bloodlines.

The present Continent is peaceful. There has not been war since the current capitals were built, and while there were tense relationships, there was never an outbreak of battle. Things were resolved before they got out of hand.

Basic Information

The Continent’s common currency is the adora. Most transactions are made with adora. Armi created this currency in honor of the deity who stood up for her the most.

As stated before, the Continent’s most prominent religion is armina, but there are other religions. Such practices are similar to our world’s christianity, lutheranism, islam, and judaism. The official names for the other religions are as follows:

Catallia (Christianity)

Lukana (Lutheranism)

Ismala (Islam)

Jedwa (Judaism)

Atheism remains the same both in our world and in the Continent.

Fun Facts

About the rulers

All seven leaders are actually friends, but since they are busy with duties, it is tough for them to meet and spend time together.

Kooju’s Jeon Jeongguk and Joonia’s Kim Namjoon have a close relationship.

Traetos’ Kim Taehyung and Chimni’s Park Jimin have been best friends since they were children.

Jinaia’s Kim Seokjin is the oldest of the group while Kooju’s Jeon Jeongguk is the youngest.

Despite their differences in age and race, the seven of them get along quite well. Arguments are rare between them.

They are quick to resolve any disputes between each other before it gets out of hand.

About Jinaia

High King Kim Seokjin is the first High Fae ruler since the creation of Jinaia.

Marriage between the fae and humans is prominent. This is more common with female fae and human men.

The dunes lining the ocean to the south are popular tourist spots. Swimming and enjoying the sunlight are two common pastimes.

Beach houses can be found near the ocean.

Jinaia’s celebrations are second to Hobius’.

Seafood native to Jinaia is exceptionally delicious.

About Sugaru

A majority of the members in the Holy Order – which is the governing body of Sugaru beneath High Priest Min Yoongi –consist of women.

Marriage is uncommon in Sugaru. Most dedicate their lives practicing and studying armina.

Due to being blessed with eternal life at birth, High Priest Min Yoongi has been living for a few centuries.

Sex is strictly forbidden within the Holy Order. One must fully sacrifice themselves and their desires to fully appreciate and follow Armi.

About Hobius

Alcohol in Citrinus is known to make the consumer giggly. It's nicknamed "giggle juice."

Hobius' parties are the grandest in all of the Continent.

A majority of guests attending are directed towards nobles. Commonfolk are rarely invited.

Receiving a personal invitation by Grandmaster Jung Hoseok is considered a high honor.

Though they party and drink often, Hobians are humble people.

Marriage between the fae and humans is also common in Hobius. It is more common with male fae and female women.

About Joonia

Joonian dragons have not transformed into their ancient forms in a very long time.

The dragons are deeply appreciated for their sacrifice when the deities of old attempted to destroy them.

Although times have changed, humans are still wary of dragons. It is the same vice-versa.

High Dragon Lord Kim Namjoon was born a few decades before Crystallia was wiped clean for Armi. The destruction haunts him to this day.

About Chimni

Marriage between the fae and humans is also common in Chimni. Female fae and human men are a slightly higher percentage than male fae and human women.

Chimni sends a majority of their crystals to Joonia's jewelers and craftsmen.

Though most Chimnian fae despise their new leader, a few of them do like their High Seer.

The High Seer's deceased mother is highly praised for birthing Chimni's leader.

High Seer Park Jimin feels closer to his mother's people than his father's.

About Traetos

Traeton faeries are quite fond of humans. They believe humans are cute in contrast to their fragility.

Amethyst is often worn in Traetos for guidance and comfort.

The fae who were created by Armi themselves reside in Thysta, Traetos' capital.

High Lord Kim Taehyung takes their wisdom and leadership seriously.

One Elder is his great-great-great-grandmother.

About Kooju

In Kooju, humans are a rare sight, which means it's extremely rare for them to be a wolf's mate.

Kooju’s capital Beryle is known for its pleasure houses.

Male werewolves are passionate lovers in bed.

Many females have attempted to woo High Alpha Jeon Jeongguk, but none have succeeded.

Because of his lack of interest in love and mates, most wolves believe their High Alpha doesn't have a mate.

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Jinaia

Ruler: Kim Seokjin

Crystal: Rubellite

Capital: Rubellia (roo-bell-li-ah)

Society

Since love is the most valued belief, Jinaians are welcoming to outsiders from the Continent and other lands. It is encouraged to accept someone who's struggling into the home and help them. Homeless shelters are common in the capital, and some are in better shape than others. The fae and humans are the two prominent races in Jinaia. Citizens are encouraged to love whomever they want without fear or scrutiny. The people of Jinaia are creative, flexible, tactful, and compassionate. Celebrations are held often to commemorate milestones and marriages. A majority of the population lives near the coast, but a few live inland in the plains and forests, tending to crops and livestock.

Economy

Jinaia profits most from the sea. Coastal towns are constantly popping up and thriving, rich with saltwater fish, coral, and seagrass. In Rubellia, saltwater and freshwater fish, pearls, dead coral and shells are popular treasures. The pearl industry benefits greatly from Jinaian clam farms. Grain and livestock are native to inner Jinaia. Beef and pork are costly, which is why Jinaian commonfolk stick with seafood. Jinaians also procurate lobsters and shrimp. Seafood dishes served in other countries are of Jinaian origin.

Environment & Climate

The weather in the cities closer to the ocean differentiates between balmy and warm to scorching and dry. It depends on the mood of the sea, the strength of the wind, and the intensity of the waves. The vast dunes are similar to beaches, receiving lovely weather and producing life. Inner Jinaia is calmer and cooler, rain a regular occurrence in the early spring to late summer. In the upper northwest, it does snow, but rarely, so Jinaian humans and fae are often surprised by it when traveling north.

Seokjin as High King

Background

Born to a noble fae family, Seokjin had a difficult time earning his title and role as High King. He was often ridiculed; the people would never love him, would never accept a fae ruler. But Seokjin fought hard, promising himself to never be cruel like the previous human kings. When he ascended to the throne, Jinaia initially had troubles adjusting to his new rules and regulations, but they learned to love Seokjin. He is a kind, gracious High King, wishing only the best for his people and country. He mends his mistakes and listens to his subjects, assisting with their problems. In his free time, Seokjin likes to leave his castle to walk amongst his people, dressed undercover to see how they’re faring. If he spots an issue or something he does not like, it will be addressed. Criminality is not common, since Seokjin is a fair ruler, but occasional trials will be held for murder or other unforgivable acts.

Personality

Seokjin is charming and incredibly handsome, something he acquired from his fae parents. It is easy to woo someone into bed with him, especially female courtiers. When needed, Seokjin will be firm and resolve issues sprouting within his court, but he is usually easy-going and carefree. Sometimes he desires to be released from his duties as High King, but his love for his country and people stops him from resigning. Due to Seokjin’s heritage, the human nobles have a tough time trusting him due to the fae’s ability to twist the truth. His immortality is a whole other issue, yet Seokjin does his best to be “human” so he’s tolerated within the mortal noble circle.

Hierarchy of the Court

High King/Queen

King/Queen

Count/Countess

Baron/Baroness

Strongest branches of militia

Duke/Duchess

Lord/Lady

While war isn’t a worry, the countries within the Continent have prepared necessary forces for battle. The readiness is for external invasions rather than internal.

Jinaia’s strongest branches are the navia (navy) and maria (marines). Since most of his borders share the sea, Seokjin is concerned about the risks other lands pose. Jinaia is also the largest country in the Continent, so it is more likely to be targeted first. A majority of the higher-ups consist of both lesser fae and High Fae because of their knowledge. This often creates discord among human troops.

Religion

Most of Jinaia worships the goddess Armi. Armina is more prominent in human households than immortal ones. Catallia, lukana, ismala, and jedwa are also practiced. Atheism is common amongst immortal Jinaians.

Important locations

Will be added

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Sugaru

Ruler: Min Yoongi

Crystal: Clear quartz

Capital: Clariqat (clair-ri-cat)

Society

Throughout the Continent, Sugary is known as Armi's Country. Its capital is dubbed the Kingdom of Clarity. Thousands of people travel to Sugaru and Clariqat to visit the ancient temples and seek guidance from the Holy Order. The Holy Order – consisting mainly of women – is famous for healing the sick, physically and mentally. They are also protectors of the Continent and Sugaru, keeping the land safe with Armi's knowledge and power thanks to High Priest Yoongi. Sugaruns are steadfast and stubborn, firm in their beliefs and morals. Meditation and self-reflection are two common practices in Sugarun houses. Mental health is extremely important to the High Priest, so Sugaru has free services at local temples for struggling minds and hearts.

Economy

Coastal towns profit from the sea with a precious material called arodun. It's located in the shallows around Sugaru. Arodun is used to build and restore temples. It is quite expensive, especially when shipped to other countries. This is why arodun is commonly found in noble houses across the Continent. Sugar is another source of profit, farmed in inner Sugaru. It is commonly cheap because of its large yields every year. Sugaru is popular for its art as well, like pottery and paintings. Grain and livestock are also native to inner Sugaru, and like Jinaia, meat is too costly, hence why Sugarun commonfolk stick with seafood and other similar dishes.

Environment & Climate

Eastern Sugaru is sandy, dry and hot, but the sea breeze provides cooling temperatures. Along the eastern border, including Clariqat, harsh weather is expected, and flooding is a common result. One will often find abandoned watered homes closest to the shore, since Sugaruns prefer safer and drier conditions. Western Sugaru has more favorable weather, like gentle rains, sunshine, and cool climate. Waterfalls and lagoons are commonly found in the west, which make lovely spots for tourism.

Yoongi as High Priest

Background

On the night Yoongi was born, he was blessed by Armi. Witnesses during his birth claimed seeing a silhouette of the goddess next to his mother’s bedside. The goddess held out her hand, and her essence dropped from her fingertips, landing on Yoongi’s forehead. A seven-sided purple star was the result of the divine gift, which was received with massive gratitude. Yoongi obtained Armi’s knowledge, both past and future, including her burden with Crystallia; her wisdom, power, and immortality. High Priest Yoongi has lived for over 2 centuries now, carefully ruling Sugaru and guiding his Holy Order. He is Armi’s direct voice, vessel and messenger, sending her visions across the Continent. The six other rulers strongly heed his words. When Yoongi receives such visions, he seals himself inside his temple. None are able to bring him out of his stupor and isolation.

Personality

Because of Armi’s blessing, High Priest Yoongi is viewed as a god. Due to this stigma, one may think he is cold and indifferent, but this is not true. Yoongi cares deeply for his country and his people, acting immediately if something is wrong. He is sometimes called “The Lion of Clariqat” for his frightening demeanor and intimidation, yet Yoongi is quite needy and cuddly underneath, still a man with emotions and desires. He only reveals his true colors with his closest friends and students, calm and humorous. Although he seems like he’s not good with children, he is, and he takes wonderful care of them. They are the future of his country and the Continent, so it is his duty to direct them in the right path.

Hierarchy of the Holy Order

High Priest/Priestess

Priest/Priestess

Brother/Sister

Strongest branches of militia

Novice

Initiate

While war isn’t a concern, each country has ready forces. Sugaru has none. Armi deeply disapproves of war, so Sugaru is a neutral and peaceful land. The Holy Order will protect the Continent if the message is not kindly received in other nations.

Religion

Being the Country of Armi, many Sugaruns practice armina. Catallia, lukana, jedwa, and ismala are also present, but a majority of citizens are Boras. Atheism is strongly discouraged. Those who believe no god often lie when asked who they worship. Immortals avoid Sugaru for this reason.

Important locations

Will be added

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Hobius

Ruler: Jung Hoseok

Crystal: Citrine

Capital: Citrinus (si-trin-nus)

Society

As the liveliest country in the Continent, Hobius is known for its youth and joy, allowing it to prosper and grow. Dubbed the City of Celebrations, Citrinus is famous for its legendary parties and wine that never seems to run dry. The people of Hobius never knew hate or disgust, since positivity and confidence is a core component in everyday life. Because of this, Hobius is full of color and imagination, full of the brightest hues and craziest things. Hobians are strong, set in their beliefs yet carefree at the same time. It is encouraged to be yourself, which is why many love visiting Hobius. People do not care who you are or where you came from. Identities are lost in the thrill of parties and drunkenness and sex. Most of Hobius' population are immortals for this exact reason.

Economy

Like the rest of the Continent, Hobius profits from the sea, mostly with seashells, lobsters, shrimp, and oysters, but Hobius’ main source of coin is cotton production and dyes. Some dunes in northern Hobius hide fertile soil, which is perfect for cotton growth, and the country’s native flowers thrive in the heat and sun. These flowers produce the most beautiful colors and are ground up into dyes and paint. A majority of clothes in the Continent are made with Hobian cotton, which is incredibly soft and non-irritable to sensitive skin. Grain and livestock are imported from Jinaia and Sugaru, and Hobian commonfolk stick with seafood because of the cost of meat.

Environment & Climate

Rolling dunes cover southern Hobius. The only relief to the relentless scorching heat is the storms from northern Hobius. Because of recent weather patterns, the desert is receiving more rain than it ever has, and Hobians are extremely glad. In northern Hobius, the environment is far more forgiving and promising. Plains of grass flow with gentle winds, and mountains reach high, creating the ideal location for a home. Most Hobians either live in the north, along the coast, or in Citrinus. The desert is avoided for good reason.

Hoseok as Headmaster

Background

Hoseok is the son of a Citran noble family, and he and his older sister Jiwoo grew up learning the ways of their parents, who were masters of revelry. This is where Hoseok realized that it is easier to persuade someone to your side through celebrations, and because of his family history, he inherited the love and passion for hosting all sorts of parties. When he was a teen, he dreamed of becoming something greater, and with his knowledge and lots of patience, Hoseok is now known throughout the Continent as the Headmaster of Revels. His parties are legendary, thrown in extreme luxury, full of exotic crowds and people. It is considered a high honor if you receive a personal invitation from Hoseok, since it signifies he has noticed you. A majority of his invited guests are female. The only males he has ever invited are his friends, the other six rulers of the Continent.

Personality

When asked about the Headmaster, there is a common theme of answers: Hoseok is a ball of sunshine, always beaming brightly and radiating fun and joy. He is indeed the sun, smiling and laughing all the time and cracking jokes with everyone he meets. He truly enjoys being Headmaster because he gets to bring happiness to his people. Seeing them have fun is something Hoseok cherishes without hesitation. With people he is closest to, Hoseok is laidback and kind, still being that light of positivity. In his free time, Hoseok likes to dance and write songs, along with going out to drink and traveling to see his friends. However, when the situation calls for it, Hoseok will be strict and firm. An angry Hoseok is rare. Those who have seen him in such a way say he is incredibly scary.

Hierarchy of the Masters

Headmaster/Headmistress

Master/Mistress

Strongest branches of militia

Sir/Madame

Mister/Misses

While war is not a worry within the Continent, each country has ready forces. This necessity is for external invasions rather than internal.

Hobius’ strongest factions are the armia (army) and the aria (air force). Like Jinaia, Hoseok's country shares a majority of its borders with the sea. He is concerned with enemy navia entering his territory, so aria squads are often sent to scout the shores.

Religion

Most Hobians practice armina. This is more common in households that are not located in Citrinus. Catallia, jedwa, lukana, and ismala are practiced as well, and there are some who believe in no god. This is prominent in immortal homes. In Citrinus, however, religion is forgotten. Citrans party too much to remember such things, too drunk and too entranced by the unending fun.

Important locations

Will be added

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Table of Contents

I. Yoongi

II. Namjoon

III. Taehyung

IV. Hoseok

V. Seokjin

VI. Jeongguk

VII. Jimin

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Joonia

Ruler: Kim Namjoon

Crystal: Peridot

Capital: Perido

Society

Home to the ancient dragons of old, Joonia is constantly advancing in technology, striving to be better than it was before. Difficult choices and decisions are made every day to improve the country and the Continent. The capital Perido is the most technologically advanced kingdom in the Continent. They have mastered electricity, and it is slowly making its way across the land. Automatic lighting and telephones were created in Perido. It is also the dragons' hearth. Joonian are compassionate and assertive, strong-willed and hotheaded. Balance is a powerful core value. If something is not right, it will be corrected to preserve Joonia's health. Authorities are present to maintain peace.

Economy

Joonia profits from mining ores in the scattered mountains. Iron, steel, and copper are the three common ores, often utilized in construction. More precious metals such as silver and gold are sent to Peridon jewelers. Luxurious jewelry is made by dragon craftsmen. Their works are delicate and intricate, and each craftsman has their own personal signature in them. The mountains also contain an ore called dragonite, which is used in rural homes and those who cannot afford electricity. Seafood is common on the coast; cured meats and forest game is common to inner Joonia. Grain and livestock are imported from Jinaia and Hobius.

Environment & Climate

A majority of mountains within Joonia are snow-capped, which causes flooding in the spring. Despite this, Joonia is a snowy, cold country for most of the year. Blizzards can last for days, even weeks. Due to the freezing environment, the dirt and air is dry and brittle, so Joonians compensate with greenhouses full of fresh fruits and veggies. Forests are sparse, offering little protection from the harsh winds. Joonian trees are tall and similar to our world’s evergreen trees. Forest underbrushes are often silent.

Namjoon as High Dragon Lord

Background

He is the sole reason Perido is in the Windstorm Mountains. As a dragon, Namjoon has the habit of isolating himself from his people, reclusive in his cold stony castle. That irrational fear that they’ll hurt him still lingers. He is incredibly ancient, born into the world of Crystallia before it was the Continent. Namjoon remembers the slaughter of all peoples, the Cleansing, fellow dragons call it, and while dragonfolk were not forced to extinction, they were hunted for their teeth, claws, and scales. Despite his dark history, Namjoon is a gentle and stern ruler, treating all his subjects the same. He only wants the best for them, and to prevent his species from going extinct. He is only one of a thousand dragons left.

Personality

Namjoon is a centuries-old dragon, so as time progressed, so did he. The High Dragon Lord is assertive and mighty, strong and wise. However, while he may seem regal and composed, beneath his well-mannered facade is a broken being, mourning the loss of his people. It haunts him to this day, and he has no one to share this burden. Although it rarely bothers him, Namjoon chooses to be positive despite his dwindling species. Namjoon is a little clumsy; he has broken more than a few things in his castle. He does have a dragon form, but he has not shifted in a long while. Namjoon prefers his mortal guise, but his reptilian eyes remain, along with shimmering scales on his cheekbones.

Hierarchy of the Thunder

High Dragon Lord/Lady

Dragon Lord/Lady

Strongest branches of militia

Lord/Lady

Sir/Madame

Although the Continent is at peace, each country has prepared forces ready for battle. These forces are for external invasion rather than internal.

Joonia’s strongest battalions are the aria (airforce) and the navia (navy). A small section of Joonia shares its borders with the sea, which the navia sweeps frequently for possible dangers. The aria performs weekly rounds above Joonia for the same reason.

Religion

Joonian humans practice armina, along with catallia, lukana, jedwa, and ismala. Atheism is also accepted in Joonia. In the past, dragonfolk also worshiped Armi, but with time, they forgot her and let her rest.

Important locations

Windstorm Mountains

Will be added

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