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Featuring Seokjin and Namjoon

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Fanfictions: Taehyung

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Devil's Garden

Rating: 🌒 Heavy Smut

Genre: Contemporary

Series: Thematic (Desperado)

The Butterfly

Rating: 🌑 We're All Going to Hell

Genre: Contemporary

Series: Thematic (Toys)

No Expectations

Rating: 🌗 Light Smut

Genre: Contemporary

Series: Stand-Alone

if you love him

Summary: Taehyung knows neither you, nor Namjoon would cheat behind his back, but he can’t help but feel insecure because of how much time you’re spending with the leader.

Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.4k

As you step into the airport terminal, your eyes immediately scan the crowd for your boyfriend, Taehyung. You had just arrived in Seoul, but your Korean wasn’t the best so you wanted to find him as soon as possible.

You had met Taehyung a couple of years ago when he was on tour in America. He spent every minute he possibly could with you before he had to leave, and once he was back in Korea, he continued to text and video call you almost every day. 

Most of your video calls were interrupted by the other members, which you didn’t mind because they never failed to make you laugh. But sometimes Taehyung just wanted to talk to you, so he would often call you late at night when everyone else was already asleep.

Since then, you attended every performance they had in America until you two were finally ready to take the next step: moving in together.

Ever since you met Taehyung, you’ve been studying Korean to hopefully communicate with him better and prepare for your future together. His English was still better than your Korean though, so most of the time you guys spoke in English.

You could speak quite well in Korean now, but sometimes it was still hard to find the right words.

You start to panic a little when you’re unable to spot Taehyung in the crowd, but then you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. As soon as his familiar scent hits you, you relax in his arms.

You turn around to find him wearing a mask and hat to cover his face. He pulls his mask down as he looks at you.

“You made it,” he says with a smile. You smile back before nodding and hugging him back tightly.

“I missed you,” you say as you smile into his chest. A low chuckle rumbles through his chest as he says, “I missed you too,” and places a kiss on top of your head.

“Let’s go home?” he asks you as he pulls his mask back up. “All the boys are excited to see you.”

You just nod excitedly at him.

He takes your bags in one hand and your hand in the other as he leads you to the car. Once you’re in the back of the car, you stare out the window, taking in the new environment.

You turn to look at Taehyung when you feel his hand on your thigh.

“I know you just got here,” he starts, “But I really want you to meet my parents so I invited them for dinner this Sunday.”

You smile widely before you shake your head, “No no it’s okay! I’d love to meet them! I know how much you love them so I brought some gifts for them as well as the boys!” You beam brightly at him before you turn back to the window.

He smiles warmly as he stares at you with pure love and adoration. He was a very family oriented guy, so he couldn’t be more thankful that you loved and cared for all of his family.

Once you arrive at the apartment, you’re surrounded by all the members as soon as Taehyung opens the door.

“Y/n!”

“You’re here!”

“We missed you!”

You laugh happily, enjoying the warm welcome. You hug all of them and give each one a gift, starting from the oldest.

“Your gifts are so much better than Tae’s! He just gives us stuff with his face on it!” Jin yells as he points at Taehyung accusingly. You just laugh as you turn to Yoongi.

“Ah, thank you,” he says with a shy smile as you hand him a gift. You smile back before moving on to J-Hope.

He claps excitedly as you take his gift out. Once you hand it to him, he jumps in excitement and spins around happily. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You can’t help but laugh. He reminded you of a child opening his Christmas gift.

You hand Namjoon his gift, and he smiles at you as he accepts the gift. “You didn’t have to, you know,” he says.

“It’s okay! I don’t mind, really,” you insist. You really didn’t mind, they take such good care of Taehyung and they were so kind to you, you just wanted to show your appreciation.

Jimin excitedly opens the gift you gave him, and when he sees what it is, he holds his arms out for you. “Come here,” he says with a wide grin before he pulls you into a hug. 

You smile and pat Jimin’s back as you pull away to give Jungkook his gift. When he opens it, he smiles his bunny smile. “Thank you y/n!” he says before picking you up and spinning you around. You laugh happily as he lifts you into the air.

Taehyung smiles, watching you interact with all of the members. It warmed his heart that you cared for all the members since they were like brothers to him.

He moves to stand next to you once Jungkook puts you down, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Welcome home love,” he says before placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Thank you for the gifts y/n!” They say altogether.

You way your hands in front of you with a smile. “No problem! I hope you like them,” you say brightly.

“Have you eaten yet? You must be hungry from the long trip,” Jin asks. You simply shake your head.

“You can go sort your stuff out while we cook dinner,” Namjoon says while motioning towards Taehyung’s room.

You nod in thanks before Taehyung leads you to the bedroom. 

“Wah,” you let out as you look around the room. “I can’t believe I’ve been looking at this room through a screen for two years and now I’m finally here.”

Taehyung hugs you from behind, smiling into your hair. “You’re finally here,” he repeats. It still didn’t feel real to either of you, but you would take it one step at a time.

“Let’s get started!” you say happily.

By the time you guys finish putting all your things away, the food is ready and the table is already set. Jungkook is sent to call you and Taehyung for dinner, and you three end up racing back to the dining room. 

“I win!” you exclaim happily as you’re the first to reach the table, Jungkook and Taehyung following closely behind.

“Hey! No running in the house!” Jin scolds you three with a spoon in his hand and a hand on his hip. You stifle a laugh, thinking he looked like a mom.

“Sorry,” you apologize sheepishly before taking a seat.

Dinner is filled with lots of laughter as you take the opportunity to catch up with everyone. 

Jungkook is sure to fill you in on every embarrassing story you missed, complete with all his imitations and reenactments of each member. By the time you finish your dinner, your stomach hurts from laughing too much.

Once everyone is finished, you volunteer to do the dishes along with Jimin. Of course you were close with all the boys, but you were especially close with Jimin because he was Taehyung’s best friend. 

While you two are washing and putting away dishes, you look over to him and ask, “Do Tae’s parents speak English?”

Jimin takes a moment to think before shaking his head, “I don’t think so. I think they can understand some but I’m not sure if they can really speak English. Why?”

You turn back to the dishes, “Taehyung planned a dinner on Sunday with his parents. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to communicate with them,” you say with a frown.

He ruffles your hair, “Don’t worry about it too much, you’ll be fine.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

“Do you think Namjoon could help me with my Korean?” you think out loud.

“That’s a great idea!” Jimin says enthusiastically. “I’m sure he’d be happy to help you,” he says as he continues to put the dishes away.

Taehyung is in the shower when you and Jimin finish the dishes, so you decide to put your plan into action.

You go to knock on the door of Namjoon’s room, and he opens it with a smile.

“Y/n? What’s up?” he asks.

“I have a favour to ask of you,” you say.

He opens the door wider for you, “Sure, come in.”

You walk into his room and sit on the bed as you start to explain. “Taehyung’s parents are going to be coming this Sunday for dinner,” you start. 

He nods to let you know he’s listening.

“Do you think you could help me with my Korean a little bit? I want to be able to communicate with them better, and I want to surprise Tae,” you say with a shy smile.

Your request warms his heart. He’s glad that Taehyung has found someone as sweet and caring as you. 

“Of course! I’d be happy to help you,” he says.

Unable to contain your excitement, you jump up from the bed and onto Namjoon, clinging onto him like a koala.

“Thank you so much!” you say.

He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you to steady you. “No problem. We’ll get started as soon as possible,” he says.

You nod excitedly as he puts you down.

Little did you know Taehyung had just come out from the bathroom and had peeked through the doorway when he heard your voice. He didn’t hear anything about what you two were talking about, he just saw you hugging Namjoon.

He trusted you both, but he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

From further down the hall, Jimin spots Taehyung standing outside of Namjoon’s room. He calls Taehyung over, hoping that he didn’t hear anything about the surprise.

Over the course of your first week in Korea, the boys took you around the city whenever they had free time. You went hiking to see the sunset, did karaoke, and of course, went shopping. It was honestly the most fun week of your life, and this was just the beginning of your future with Taehyung.

But to Taehyung, it seemed impossible to spend some time alone with you. Every time you guys got home, you, and sometimes Jimin too would disappear into Namjoon’s room until late at night. Oftentimes you would fall asleep and Namjoon or Jimin would end up carrying you to your bedroom.

You were so focused on learning that you didn’t notice you were neglecting Taehyung.

He knows both you and Namjoon would never do anything behind his back, but the amount of time you were spending together was suspicious. You were spending more time with Namjoon than him at this point.

He couldn’t blame you if you fell in love with Namjoon. He was the perfect guy. Smart, funny, and reliable. Most importantly, he could speak English.

What if you wanted a guy that you could speak English fluently?

Taehyung’s insecurities got the best of him as he continued to watch you interact with Namjoon throughout the week, and he was about to reach his breaking point.

You guys had gone out to eat dinner on Friday night, and you all just arrived back home. Taehyung was seated on the couch, so you plopped yourself down next to him.

“I’m so excited for Sunday!” you exclaim. “Do you think your parents will like the gifts? What should we make for dinner?” you ask as you sit on the couch next to Taehyung.

“Actually,” he clears his throat. “About Sunday, I cancelled the dinner.”

Your smile falters as you fail to hide your shock and disappointment. 

“What? Why?” you ask confused. 

Normally, you would cringe at your terrible attempt at hiding your disappointment, but you just couldn’t hide it this time. You’d spent all week preparing for the dinner and it felt like all your late nights of studying were for nothing.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to meet my parents anymore,” he answers.

Everyone freezes when they hear Taehyung’s answer. He always talked about how he knew his parents would love you. So why did he suddenly change his mind?

Your brows furrow as you ask, “What are you saying Tae?”

He stares at you with a cold glare. “I know what’s going on between you two,” he says as he motions towards you and Namjoon.

You panic for a second, thinking he knew about the surprise, but you realize that if he knew the real reason why you were spending time with Namjoon, he wouldn’t be reacting this way.

Meanwhile, everyone else is looking between you, Taehyung and Namjoon, trying to figure out what was going on. 

“Tae, what are you talking about?” you tilt your head in confusion.

Jimin glanced worriedly at you, knowing exactly what his best friend was thinking.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he answers coldly.

“Tae, please, I don’t understand,” you plead desperately. You move to place your hand on his shoulder when he suddenly stands from his seat on the couch. 

“If you love him, why are you still here?!” he spits out harshly.

You reel back, hurt from the tone and volume of voice.

He scoffs at you while turning his back to you. He takes a deep breath, before he says,

“Let’s break up.”

Your heart shatters as soon as those words leave his lips. And you can’t hold back your tears anymore. Everything was going so well. You were happy, and you thought Taehyung was too. You just moved to Korea so you could live with him and you were about to meet his parents. 

So why?

“Tae, you need to calm down. Don’t say things you don’t mean,” Jimin says as he tries to knock some sense into Taehyung.

Calming down a little bit, Taehyung turns around to look at you, and his heart breaks at the sight of you crying on the couch. 

Even if you didn’t love him, he couldn’t deny it; he loved you. 

He wanted to reach out and comfort you, but the damage had been done. He stares at the floor, feeling helpless when he can do nothing but listen to your broken-hearted cries.

Seeing the conflict in his best friend’s eyes, Jimin sits down next to you. He whispers comforting words into your ear as he gently helps you up and leads you into your bedroom to calm you down.

As soon as you Jimin closes the door, you collapse on the bed, curling up into a ball and crying into your pillow. Jimin looks at you sadly before taking a seat next to you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“You know, Tae loves you so much,” he starts softly. “So much that sometimes he doesn’t feel like he’s enough for you.”

Still hiding your face in the pillow, you nod to let Jimin know you were still listening.

“But I can tell you love him just as much, and I know you guys were meant for each other. You guys will get through this,” he tells you.

The room is filled with silence, except for your hiccups and sniffles, as you hope that this isn’t the end for you and Taehyung.

Once you’ve left the room, they all stand silently in the living room, tension heavy between Namjoon and Taehyung.

Namjoon breaks the silence, sighing as he runs a hand through his hair. “I know this is something that y/n should be telling you, but just so you know, she truly loves you and only you.” 

Taehyung looks up at Namjoon as he continues speaking, “She asked me to help her with her Korean. She wanted to be able to communicate better with your parents and she wanted to surprise you.”

As he processes Namjoon’s words, Taehyung feels nothing but guilt and regret. He knew neither you nor Namjoon would do such a thing, but he let his own insecurities get the best of him.

He falls back on the couch, head hanging in shame. “I’m so sorry Namjoon Hyung,” he starts, “I don’t know what came over me. I just-” A hand on his shoulder halts his words.

He looks up to find Namjoon standing in front of him, an understanding smile on his face.

“I know, don’t worry. Talk to us if you ever feel like this, okay? We’re here for you,” Namjoon says to him. As he looks around the room, everyone nods in agreement. Their eyes filled with nothing but concern.

Taehyung nods at them as tears form in his eyes, grateful for such understanding friends.

“You should go check on y/n,” Namjoon says he pats Taehyung on the back and motions his head towards your bedroom.

Taehyung nods again and thanks him for understanding before quickly heading to the bedroom, eager to make things right.

He quietly opens the door to find you curled up on the bed, crying into the pillow. Jimin was sitting next to you, trying his best to comfort you and calm you down.

When Jimin hears the door open, he turns to look at Taehyung. They exchange knowing glances before Jimin gets up from the bed to leave the room, patting Taehyung on the shoulder before closing the door behind him.

His heart aches as he stares at you. He hated seeing you cry, especially when he knew he was the cause of your tears.

He takes Jimin’s place on the bed and gently strokes your hair. You flinch at his touch, just crying harder into the pillow.

“Y/n,” he calls out softly. “Please look at me.”

Trying to calm yourself down, you take a few deep breaths before pulling away from the pillow and looking up at Taehyung.

He smiles apologetically at you before he moves to gently wipe away your tears. He then pulls you into his lap, holding you close and taking in your comforting scent as he carefully forms his next words.

“I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just so scared of losing you,” he admits. 

“Namjoon Hyung is such a great guy-they all are-so I wouldn’t blame you if you fell for any of them.” His voice gets watery as he gets emotional, “I just love you so much and I don’t want to lose you.”

You run your hands through his hair to comfort him as you whisper back, “I love you too Tae, and only you. But I don’t want you to go through anything alone. If you ever feel this way ever again, please talk to me or any of them. We all love you.”

“And I’ve been trying to learn Korean for you, so don’t worry about you’re English. Let me do something for you for once,” you tell him with a small smile.

He nods as he pulls you closer, hugging so tight like you’d disappear if he let go.

“Namjoon Hyung told me about your Korean lessons. I’m sorry I ruined the surprise,” he says with a pout.

You pull away to look Taehyung in the eye as you smile at him, “It’s okay Tae,” you tell him.

“But it’s not,” he whines. You laugh at his adorable face.

“Can your parents still come for dinner on Sunday? I’d really love to meet them,” you ask.

He smiles and nods at you, “Of course. They were really looking forward to meeting you, you know. When I cancelled the dinner they yelled at me.” He laughs as he recalls the phone call with his parents.

You laugh along with him before you gently take his face in your hands.

You stare deeply into his eyes as you tell him, “I love you Kim Taehyung, and only you. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” he stares back at you as he leans his forehead against yours.

“And I love you too. Thank you for always caring for me and my family,” he says as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

Little did you know, right outside the bedroom door, all six of the members were crowded against the door, cooing at how adorable you guys were. They all let out a breath of relief knowing that everything was going to be okay between you two.

he forgets your birthday

Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

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Humming while you clean around the house, you smile to yourself as you think about all the plans you had for today. Taehyung has been so busy with work lately but today was your birthday and although you didn’t expect anything special, he always made sure to at least spend some time with you on your special day.

You had planned on just going out to a restaurant for dinner and maybe walking around the park before coming back home. You were so excited to see him that you busied yourself doing chores around the house to make time pass by faster. 

Saying that Taehyung was busy at work would be an understatement. BTS’ schedule was so packed and hectic that he couldn’t even think straight, let alone remember what day of the week it was. Finally getting a moment to breathe, he sends you a quick text asking you to make dinner tonight. He was beyond exhausted and as soon as he got home, he just wanted to eat, take a shower and sleep.

“I’m home,” Taehyung announces as the front door closes behind him, letting out an exhausted but relieved sigh as he kicks his shoes off and walks into the house. “I’m in the kitchen!” you call out to him. Walking into the kitchen he finds you seated at the kitchen counter. “What’s for dinner?” he asks as he places his bag down.

“Actually, I didn’t cook anything for dinner,” you tell him cryptically, wanting to surprise him with the reservations you made. “I thought I asked you to make dinner,” he says darkly. “Yes but I was hoping we could go out for dinner tonight?” you suggest, slightly confused by his tone, “I already made the reservations. It doesn’t have to be anything special just-”

“I don’t want to go to a restaurant! I’m tired from working all day and you can’t even do the one thing I asked you to!” he harshly berates you. You shrink under his gaze as your heart sinks to your stomach. Taehyung would never yell at you like this, especially not on your birthday. He couldn’t have forgotten, right? 

You wanted to cry, you could already feel the tears building up in your eyes, but you tried to hold them back. “I’m sorry,” you apologize quietly, all your energy and excitement suddenly gone from your body. In just a few seconds all your plans had been crushed and your day, ultimately ruined.

With your head down in disappointment and shame, you brush past him into the bedroom, wanting to be alone. You were so excited for today. What had gone wrong? Curling into yourself on the bed, you cry into your pillow as you feel how no one should ever feel on their birthday: lonely and brokenhearted.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Taehyung angrily searches through the kitchen cabinets for something to eat. Finding a pack of instant ramen noodles, he fills the container with hot water, impatiently waiting for his food to cook. He had already been in a rotten mood prior to returning home and your little argument only spoiled his mood further.

He barely had the energy to come home to eat, let alone go out to a restaurant for dinner. You knew how busy he’s been recently, so why did you want to go out today? Grabbing his cup noodles, he takes it into the living room to eat and halfway through the bowl, he gets a call from Namjoon.

“Yes?” he answers grumpily, not in the mood to talk. “Woah, is everything alright?” Namjoon asks at Taehyung’s tone. He simply grunts into the phone, putting it on speaker mode and placing it on the coffee table so he can continue eating. “I’m just calling to let you know that you can come in late tomorrow,” the leader tells him. 

Taehyung lets out a muffled “Why?” with a mouth full of food, confused as to why he was being given some time off, although it was greatly needed. “Since we ended up working super late today I’m sure you must want to spend more time with y/n,” Namjoon answers, further confusing Taehyung. They’ve worked late many times before, what was so special about today? 

“You must be celebrating with her right now so I’ll let you go. Tell y/n I say ‘Happy Birthday!’“ he calls into the phone before hanging up. Taehyung chokes on his food as soon as he hears the word ‘birthday’ and he scrambles to pull his phone away from his ear.

As the call ends and Namjoon’s contact photo disappears from the screen, he reads the date on his lock screen. It was your birthday. That was why you were so excited to go out today. How could he have forgotten? And on top of forgetting, he yelled at you and made you feel terrible on the day that was supposed to be about celebrating you.

Making his way to the bedroom, Taehyung pauses with his hand on the doorknob. He can hear your sniffles from outside the door and he knows a simple apology isn’t enough, he needs to make it up to you. And after making a few phone calls, he finally returns to the bedroom, softly knocking on the door before letting himself inside.

At the sound of the door opening, your whole body tenses and you shut your eyes tightly, hoping that if you pretend you’re asleep, you can avoid another fight. You didn’t think you could handle it today. But you’re pretending only gets you so far before he’s gently shaking your shoulder, forcing you to open your eyes and face him.

“Hey,” he smiles down guiltily at you as soon as your eyes open and focus on his face. You stare up at him nervously, your eyes darting all over his face as you search for any traces of anger. Your anxiousness only makes Taehyung feel more guilty, gently reaching out to calm you down. “I’m sorry I forgot. We’ve been so busy at work and I know it’s no excuse but I completely lost track of time,” he admits, ashamed of how much he let work take over his life.

The sad and guilty look on his face makes your heart soften and you place your hand over his. “It’s okay Tae. I know how busy you guys are-” you try to assure him but he stubbornly refuses. “But it’s not okay!” he insists, his anger from before now directed at himself. You feel your heart breaking at the sight of Taehyung beating himself up over something that was out of his control.

“I took all of tomorrow off, and I called the restaurant you reserved and made new reservations for tomorrow,” he tells you, “I know I really messed up, but please let me make it up to you.” You can’t resist him when he gives you puppy dog eyes, but you weren’t planning on denying him anyway. “I’d like that,” you say softly as you give him a close eyed smile, looking forward to spending all of tomorrow with him.

Way To You

For the @btswriterscorner​ - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day! 

Plot: Taehyung is happy with his life because that’s how he’s supposed to feel. He lives his life by routine to the minute. In the new world order, love is a dangerous emotion - and therefore illegal.  That’s perfectly fine - until the lingering ‘dreams’ of a strange woman throw him out of sync. Mostly because that woman isn’t his wife. 

Rating: M // NSFW

Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst |  smut | fluff if you squint

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)

Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, blood, main character injury, implied smut 

Word Count: 2,886 

AN: This hot mess has 3 parts. Please enjoy and thank you for loving all that we do © thebiasrekkers (Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

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“Can we stay like this forever?” She always asked him this after. Their bodies drying in a cool summer breeze through an open window. Their limbs tangled and he could feel her breath against the skin of his neck. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders. Taehyung kept his eyes closed, living within the sounds and sensations around him. His fingers could trace the colony of goosebumps on her skin. He could smell the heat of her so close. The faint sweet, salty mix of their love lingered on his lips turning upward into a dreamy smile. The rumble of his laugh deep and sensual caused her to smile. 

He could always remember her eyes - they were unique. Leonine. A golden-amber concoction, a genetic mutation that added something wild to the already fierce attitude within that petite form. 

His mouth formed her name, but he could never hear it. She tilted her gaze to his face as his fingers slid along her jaw. 

He’d always say something - it was something that he knew he shouldn’t be saying. But, they said it to each other. They said it freely. 

Then there was always pain that seared his mind. 

Then the alarm would ring and it would be forgotten again.

5:30 am. 

Wake up.

5:45 am.

Shower.

6 am.

Coffee. Toast. Protein bar.

6:15 am

Run 4 miles. 

7 am.

Shower again. Protein bar. Protein Shake.

7:15 am.

Lock the door.

7:55 am

Arrive at work. Clock in. 

8 am.

To say that Taehyung was methodical was to point out the obvious. He always showed up minutes early to work, making sure the office was lit and inviting. As inviting as their line of work was, anyway. He stared at a stack of folders on his desk. They never seemed to shrink, these stacks. Names, faces, and pertinent information lined flimsy manila folders.

It was time to gather candidates to increase the population. 

He sipped a cup of coffee as the voices began to filter into the office. Taehyung carried the stack of folders to the meeting room nearby. A presentation loaded as he stood in the corner. 

“Good morning, everyone. We’ve compiled the candidates for this year.” Everyone settled in their seats. 

He talked numbers and statistics for almost 3 hours. 

“Any other questions?” The room was silent as the lights brightened. “Alright, you know what to do.” They all stood with a nod in his direction before they filed out of the room. 

12 pm.

Lunch and coffee in his office. 

5 pm. 

Debriefing with The Council liaison. 

7 pm.

Lock up and head home. 

8 pm. 

Late Dinner.

“Taehyung, dinner is in the oven. I have to report to R&D tonight.” A female voice spoke softly as he walked into his home.

“I suppose it cannot be helped. Do be careful, April. Things have been slightly tense in the riot zone.” He hung up his jacket as his ‘Wife’ slid hers on. She offered a slight smile as she grabbed her badge. 

“Rest well, Taehyung.” A brief touch on his shoulder. Like a dear friend wishing another friend well. 

10 pm.

Sleep. 

“Taehyung! Seriously! You’re slow as molasses.” A voice taunted him, a petite figure outlined in front of him. He could feel himself licking his lips. An eagerness, an urgency to get his hands on her. 

She was teasing him. She knew better than to tease him. He felt heat fire through his veins. The world was so bright and vibrant. There was the crash of water, the air salty like the...sea? 

The ocean - the moon was full. Full like he hadn’t seen it in ages. When was the last time the sky looked like this? 

He called her name and she turned around, her full lips tilted upward in a smile. She reached behind her back tugging at the string of a bikini top. Turning away from him as it fell down her arms. He heard a sound, like an animal nearby. 

He realized it was him. He growled as the sight of skin glowing under the moonlight fueled him further. It was like time sped forward and he saw her face beneath him. Their bodies intertwined, her face scrunched in orgasmic bliss as she purred. He was losing his mind, he could swear he felt her around him. 

The sound of the ocean was like a lullaby as their voices crescendoed and they cried out freely. She dug her fingers into his back and dragged them across his shoulder blades. He roared as he exploded inside of her. 

Time went funny as they lay together, again, on the sands. Her face obscured as she leaned over him. She smiled down at him, saying something. She called him...something. The world began to fizzle as exhaustion washed over him. 

“We could stay like this forever, querido.” 

The pain was stronger this time. 

5:31 am

Turn the alarm off.

Taehyung clawed at the throbbing pain in his skull. He stumbled to the bathroom, reaching for the vitamins April reminded him constantly not to forget. He swallowed them down with a glass of water. 

He winced as the pain throbbed behind his eye. His hands gripped the sink until his knuckles were white. 

It took ten minutes for the pain to subside. 

Taehyung saw the reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized it. There were bags under bloodshot eyes. He splashed cold water on his face. He stripped down to jump into a hot spray of water. He stood there for fifteen minutes letting the water loosen his muscles. 

“What the hell was that?” 

Flashes of dreams kept creeping into his mind, the pain increased each time he tried to access them. 

7:27 am

Hasty breakfast. 

7:58 am

Barely makes it ‘early’. 

8:05 am

Two cups of coffee as he grabs the stack of folders for today’s patients.

“Good morning, everyone. We’ve compiled the candidates for today.” Everyone settled in their seats. 

There was a new face today. It was scary how all heads turned in her direction. She adjusted the glasses on her face as she stood. 

“I’ll be working with your department as the liaison from the Medical Division starting today.” She approached Taehyung with a hand extended. “My name is Tempest Estrellado.”

She looked up at him ...leonine eyes. Taehyung’s brow twitched momentarily as he accepted her hand. “Ms. Estrellado, a pleasure. I look forward to our continued success.” He held her hand for one second more than he should have. “If you please take your seat?” She offered a curt nod before settling in her seat. Tae cleared his throat, clapped for the lights to dim. 

Taehyung paced around the table slowly as he flipped between screens. Numbers, percentages, and her eyes are so bright even in the low light. He shook his head as he found himself staring at the top of her head. 

The peek of collarbone caused his lips to part as two people spoke on some extra bit of information just made available. His thoughts suddenly wandered to the delicate fingers tapping on the keypad of her tablet. 

“Mr. Kim…” Someone calling him had his gaze snapping upward. The young tech from R&D tilted her head. “...your thoughts, sir?” 

“Ah, right. If we run into the same rabid sequences as last year? Protocol as normal unless we get clearance to combine genetic materials. It is still a curious matter for The Council if proper citizens can come from Rebel couplings.” He waved a hand moving toward the front of the room. 

“Any other questions?” The room was silent as the lights brightened. “Alright, you know what to do.” They all stood with a nod in his direction before they filed out of the room.

1 pm 

Lunch.

1:30 pm

“Mr. Kim.” A voice caused him to look up from his desk. 

“Yes, Ms. Estrellado?” He wiped his mouth, cleared his hands and stood. An arm spread to offer her the seat in front of his desk. 

She wore her hair in a ponytail, slicked back. Its length easily the middle of her back. She was petite - even for what he was used to. She was maybe 5’5 outside of the two-inch heels she wore, that is. 

“...so I’m going to need a space to work. I hope you don’t mind?” She arched a brow as he shook his head again. 

“Uh, n-no. That’s not a problem. The office next to me is quite large. I’ll have it ready for you tomorrow, should that suffice?” He maintained his professionalism as she offered that slight smile. 

“Splendid.” She stood offering her hand once more. “I’ll be heading to collect my things - I’ll be here bright and early.” 

They shook hands.

She left his office, and he found himself sagging against his desk. 

The pain ringing like a bell in his ears. 

Promise me, Taehyung. No matter what. Promise. 

He shook his head violently as he settled back at his desk. It seemed like he stared at nothing until his phone rang. 

“This is Mr. Kim.” A receptionist pleasantly announced his Wife calling.

“Taehyung.” April spoke, that pleasant friendly tone, “...are you alright?” His brow furrowed as she asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You didn’t eat your protein bar this morning. That’s unlike you.” He could detect the stirring of worry. 

“Ah, I had a bit of a headache this morning.” He sighed quietly.

That worry seemed to turn into something...else. “Did you take your vitamins, Taehyung? You know how important it is for you to take your vitamins.” 

There was something almost cold, ominous in her tone. His brow furrowed deeply as he answered her, making sure the hesitation was absent from his voice. “Of course, April. I took them immediately when I woke up. I was quite fine after a shower. I think I was just alarmed at the one minute tardy. I assure you, I’m fine.”

There was a long, thick silence before she spoke again. Her tone was light and friendly once more. “I’m sure it was jarring, Taehyung. Just let me know if you feel strange, alright?” 

He forced himself to smile, so it filtered through into his voice. “Of course, April. I need to stay late tonight. We have a new colleague who’ll be using the empty office. I’d like to have it ready for her use.”

“Of course, Taeyung. You’re not the only ones busy. I will leave dinner for you. Have a good night, Taehyung.” 

“Of course, April. You do the same.” The line goes dead but he still holds the phone aloft. It’s almost a full minute before he placed the handset onto its base. There was that bothersome echo in the back of his mind again.

It was exhaustion - wasn’t it?

10:37 pm

Nails on a chalkboard. That was the sound of the heavy furniture sliding across the floor. Tae had removed his jacket and dress shirt. His white t-shirt had slightly grayed from cleaning the other office. He worked quietly adjusting the office to spec. There was a certain placement for all of the furniture in the office. They all looked the same, even when facing different directions. 

11: 32 pm

Taehyung grunted as he dropped a box onto the floor. He rotated his shoulder to work out the strange soreness. It was unusual for him to suffer such strains. “Mm, I didn’t have much to eat today.” He sighed. That conversation with April caused his brow to furrow. He glanced at his watch with a deeper sigh. He didn’t understand that sudden change in her demeanor. He didn’t understand why he felt the need to keep up appearances. There had been no reason to be dishonest with her. 

She was his wife. She was also a medical researcher. She would have understood his symptoms, right? April would have offered some kind of solution, right? 

Why am I thinking about this so hard? Taehyung pushed to stand. One more cup of coffee would give him the energy he needed to push through. That’s what he believed. The office was a strange place at night. There were a few occasions that warranted his presence in the office so late. He shouldered into the break room, pulling the fridge open in the darkness. The light seemed eerie as perfectly situated rows of water and milk lined the shelves. There were fruits and vegetables in the drawers. Small bags of freshly cooked proteins. 

He reached for one of each, plus a bottle of water. He waited those few extra minutes to brew a small pot of coffee. His hand scrunched over the tops of the bags holding the food. The other held a hot cup of caffeine against his face. 

1:48 am

Exhausted. 

Taehyung was exhausted and he couldn’t explain why this sensation caused something to spark inside of him. He sprawled on the floor, making sure not to disturb the exact precision of his work. His eyes closed as he paid attention to the thundering in his ears. The tightness in his chest as he fought for more air. 

Why did this interest him so? Why did it seem suddenly...familiar?

“I shouldn’t have had that extra coffee.” His voice was gruff as he drifted into sleep. Just a small nap, just a moment to close his eyes and rest.

The sky was bright, fiery - hot. 

“Taehyung!” She called him her hand extended as he pulled himself up from the ground. “We have to get out of here.” Those leonine eyes were hard and filled with determination. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest. 

The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth causing him to spit. The sound of gunfire echoed above their heads. They returned to fire on opposite sides hiding behind the shattered pieces of building near them. 

“We have to make a run for it.” He told her. She frowned but hardened her gaze with a nod. They were sitting ducks this way. Taehyung reached out and grabbed her hand - there was a break in the fire. Then they ran - hard. 

“We have to find a way to meet up with the resistance, Tae!” The female’s voice was loud over the sound of violence around them.

“We have to live through this first!” He growled pulling her in front of him as he spun around a corner. “Listen to me, we …” His hands framed a set of tiny shoulders, holding them firm. “...we need to split up.” 

And as he anticipated, “No. NO! Fuck no, Tae! Tae that’s madness! We can’t!” 

“LISTEN TO ME.” He shook her harder feeling his brow crease. He didn’t like it. He abhorred the idea of being away from her. But this new world order gave them no option. They had to find their way to the Rebels that would help them. “Please, I beg you. Please, we have to split here. I’ll draw their fire. You have to run. I promise you, I’ll find you.” 

He hated it. He hated seeing those rare eyes filled with tears. He hated seeing that strength seep from her. “Please.” He framed her face as their foreheads touched. She grabbed his wrists squeezing her eyes shut. 

“Don’t you die, Taehyung.” The female took a shuddering breath as her tears fell over his fingers. “Do you hear me? Don’t you fucking die. I will find you.” She dug half-moon indentations into his arm as their lips smashed together for the last time. He could feel his tears burning hot craters against his cheeks. 

“Go ____..” He croaked as she sobbed quietly. She finally pulled away running toward a thicket of bushes. Taehyung felt himself hyperventilating as he held his weapon tight. He wanted to run after her. He wanted to scream for her to stay where she was. He swallowed his cowardice as he moved beyond the cover to open fire on the enemy.

I won’t die. 

He pushed toward the open field, drawing their attention to him. Searing pain radiated on his left side, causing him to take a knee. The world was silent as the sky seemed to come to meet him - or he met it?

The weightlessness of the world was apparent as the blue of the sky filled his eyes. The fiery blast sent him, others, and debris hurtling to the sky. He heard the crack of his body as he landed on his spine. 

The tears filled his eyes as the world crumbled around him. He made a promise. “I’m sorry…” Taehyung coughed blood in spurts as his world began to fade to black. 

Taehyung. He could hear her voice even as his body pulled him into the darkness.

Taehyung, wake up! It was her. He was sure of it. 

I want to go back to her. I want to go back to her!

Taehyung! 

He sat up grabbing the arm that shook him from his slumber. His eyes wide as their close proximity gave them both pause. “T-Tempest?” There was worry etched across her face. He could feel her pulse racing under his hand. 

They both glanced at their connected skin - and Taehyung saw the time.

7:52 am

Way To You - 2

Plot: Knocked from his routine, Taehyung finds himself discovering [or is it remembering?] the reality of his situation. It’s especially disturbing since his Wife has been acting rather strange.

Rating: M // NSFW

Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst |  smut | fluff if you squint

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)

Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, blood, main character injury, implied smut 

Word Count: 1,488

AN: This hot mess has 3 parts. Please enjoy and thank you for loving all that we do © thebiasrekkers (Admin T). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

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9 am

“Mr. Kim, you seem to be unwell.” Tempest frowned as she pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. “Have you eaten?” He felt himself leaning into the coolness of her palm. There was a brow arch as she watched him. “Mr. Kim? Did you eat?” 

Tae blinked sleepily as he straightened himself. The meeting happened earlier in order for him to retreat back to his office. “N-no. I wound up losing track of time. I had something small and coffee. I apologize for concerning you.” He let his chest expand on an inhale. “I’ll be alright, Ms. Estrellado.” 

She lowered her hands just as the door swung open.

“Taehyung!” The voice sounded upset, but April paused as Tempest and Taehyung turned toward her. What was that look just now? He tilted his head as April seemed to shift her demeanor. “I-I was concerned about you. It was apparent you hadn’t been home.” She moved over toward him as Tempest took a step back. 

There was a look that lingered too long for Tempest’s liking from the woman, who was obviously Taehyung’s wife. “I take it your Ms. Estrellado?” April spoke cooly as she let her fingers dance along his shoulder.

Tempest tilted her head politely. “I am. I was just asking Mr. Kim if he had eaten. I was going to suggest that he should go home to rest.” There was a darkness to April’s eyes as she watched the other woman. Tempest clasped her hands in front of her, nonplussed by the other woman’s focus. 

“I think that’s a good idea, Taehyung.” She turned to him placing a warm hand on his cheek. A wave of nausea hit that had him pulling away from April. 

“M’fine, I just need t-to..” He swayed. Tempest was under his arm before April realized he stumbled. 

“Mr. Kim, I’m afraid I’m going to have to order you to go home.” He tensed at the word order. The Medical personnel held more power than even the military. The Medical personnel was responsible for keeping balance. For keeping the maintenance of The System which allowed the Council power and prestige. 

If someone was called unwell by Medical staff? It was a dire situation. Life was too precious, too important to waste. April glared as Taehyung leaned too heavily on the other woman. She cleared her throat getting under Taehyung’s other arm. “I can take it from here.” She offered a tight smile as Taehyung’s weight transferred. 

“Of course, Mrs. Kim.” Tempest stepped aside. 

“Thank you, Tempest.” Taehyung murmured quietly as he gathered his things. April gave him a stern look that caused him to compose himself before stepping out of the office. Tempest gave a short nod before leaving before them.

11:17 am

“Do you know how embarrassing that was?” April’s voice cut the thick silence in the elevator. Taehyung said nothing as the bell rang to announce their floor. He was tired, his head hurt and all April could do? All she had been doing  - was bitching. 

He waved his keyfob in front of their door. 

“Taehyung, are you listening to me?” April followed him inside as he hung his jacket and bag. The shirt shrugged off his frame, causing her to tilt her head. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? It was as if he had somehow filled out? There was something enticing about him in this state. 

It was so close to that time before. When he was so lively and full of fight. April bit into her bottom lip as she admonished the train of thought. He ran his fingers through his hair as he opened the fridge. He guzzled a bottle of water turning to the hand outstretched next to him.

“You need to take your vitamins and rest, Taehyung. You know you get thrown off if you don’t keep up your regimen.” April held out a small pack of pills. And for the first time in years, he hesitated before taking them. 

“April, I’ll be fine. You have work to do.” He emptied the packet into his mouth followed by vigorous guzzling of water. “I assure you I can handle myself alone.” He arched a brow as April seemed pleased by his compliance. She sighed letting a hand settle against his cheek. 

“Rest. Eat. I’ll be home in the morning. Hopefully, before you leave.” A slight smile before she spun on her heel to leave. He waited for the door to click shut. He waited for the distant ring of the elevator bell. 

Then he turned to the kitchen sink and was violently sick. 

The pills, undigested, floating in bile and a swirl of water as he washed them down the drain.

1:30 pm

“Why is it so hot?” He’d been sweating profusely. His fingers dug into the hem of his t-shirt as he peeled it off. It landed on the floor with a wet plop as he made his way to the shower. The water squeaked on as he dropped the last of his work clothes to the floor. The cool water pelted his skin for much-needed relief. It was strange to think that he’d never really taken a long shower before this moment. He adjusted the heat to wash his hair. 

Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut as the lather slid down his face. 

“You should let me wash your back, querido.” 

A voice echoed in the bathroom - or was it in his head? His eyes popped open too quickly, blurring at the shampoo irritant filling his gaze. It was as if something flickered in front of him. He saw a body, a form  - a voice that sounded so familiar. But they were dreams, right? 

He felt fingers pushing the wet hair back from his face. A body pressed against his and those leonine eyes snagging his soul again. 

“What is it, mi amor?” She purred quietly, concern written across delicate features. He felt his hands on her body, so real. 

He suddenly felt a burn in the pit of his stomach at her proximity. His body knew hers, responded to hers, wanted her. But, that’s impossible? These urges were a thing of the past. It was against protocols. These emotions, these sensations had been done away with. Yet, here he was in the shower - with a woman, not his wife. And he was on fire. 

Taehyung spun in a circle shaking the soap from his eyes. He blinked rapidly as his fingers dug into pectoral space above his heart. He let the thundering of the shower pound against his head. Both hands were used to push wet strands of hair from his face. He reached behind his shoulder to make sure he was rinsed clean. 

“Huh..” He tilted his head as he felt a small scar in the middle of his back. 

He grabbed a towel as the handles squeaked into the off position. Taehyung frowned as he rubbed the condensation on his mirror. He turned to get a look at the scars. 

Scars? Scars?? How had he never remembered these?! How had he never looked at his body’s reflection? His eyes grew wide as he took in the scattered warzone of his back. His hands gripped the sink as he felt the weight of something pressing against the front of his skull.

I promise I’ll find you. Don’t die.  

He shook his head again, stumbling out of the bathroom. Taehyung didn’t understand the fatigue suddenly falling over him. He collapsed atop his bed, towel still wrapped around his waist, an arm across his forehead. 

Taehyung. 

He murmured something, half asleep. A voice that set his soul on fire. A voice that spread color through his world. A voice - that didn’t belong to April.

Taehyung sighed softly, nuzzling into the phantom fingers that caressed his face. 

“..I promised.” He murmured sleepily. “...kept my promise.” 

A body settled on the edge of his bed as he entered deep sleep. 

A pair of glossy leonine eyes watched him until he was finally resting comfortably.

“...And I kept my promise too, querido.” Tempest watched his chest rise and fall for a few minutes before she stood. “Just a little longer. You’re almost there.” She brushed her lips against his forehead. 

9:30 pm

It’s the first dreamless sleep he’s had in some months now. There was a scent in the room that had him reaching for his face. Did he get up and change clothes? He stared down at the sweats and t-shirt. 

He reached for the glass of water at his bedside, draining it quickly. The glass hung between his fingers as the heel of his palm pushed into his eye socket.

9:45 pm

“Taehyung, I’m home to check on you.” April’s voice echoed from the front of the house.

For some reason, for the first time that he can remember - the sound of her voice - causes him to frown.

Babysitter

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Warnings: this is almost 3 years old now so

Synopsis: You babysit Taehyung’s little cousins. As a famous idol, he’s not around a lot. But, this night, he decides to make a surprise visit.

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You'd just finished making dinner when there was a knock at the door. The two boys you were babysitting didn't even look up from their plates as you left to answer the door. 

"Hello?" you asked, pulling open the door. 

You stood in shock at the boy who stood in front of you. Kim Taehyung. He wore a pair of sweats, a hoodie with the hood pulled over his messy blond hair, and a mask; but you could still tell it was him. 

He pulled down the mask when he met your eyes and bowed politely. He carried a large duffel bag on his shoulders that looked to packed heavily. 

"Ah, Y/N," he said. "I take it my aunt and uncle aren't home?" 

You nodded sheepishly, surprised the boy still remembered your name. Your families had been friends since you and Taehyung were children. He was only a year older than you, but because he had moved so far away and was successful, it sometimes felt like he was a whole generation older than you.

"Do you mind if I come in and see the boys? I wanted to surprise them," he said, holding up his duffel bag, which you assumed held various presents for his younger cousins. 

You nodded and stepped aside and allowed the boy to step inside. With the shut of the door, the two boys curiosity was piqued and you soon heard excited footsteps and yells. 

"Boys!" you chastised. "Remember your manners!" 

The two boys immediately bowed to their cousin before rushing to hug him again. Taehyung had crouched down and opened his arms wide, lovingly crushing both boys into his chest. 

"I have presents for you," he said, unzipping the duffel bag partway. "Have you been good for your parents, respected your elders?" 

The boys nodded furiously, anxiously trying to peer into the bag. 

Tae pulled out two toys for each of them. They squealed in delight and hugged their elder cousin again. The toys looked expensive, something they would normally only get during a special occasion. Which--you figured to these boys--Tae's visit was a special occasion. 

"All right," you said, taking control of the situation. "You can play with your new toys for an hour, but then you have to go to bed." 

The boys whined until you pointed out it was just cutting into their hour. You couldn't help but laugh slightly. 

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You were surprised when Tae followed you into the kitchen. He began helping you clean up dinner, helping you load the dishwasher. 

"How long are you in Daegu?" you asked. 

"A week," he answered. "I just flew in this afternoon." 

"How's your family? I don't see them as often since I moved to university." 

You didn't really move far, just into a dorm in a different part of the city, but because you weren't home as often, you didn't see Tae's parents when they came to visit. You did occasionally see his sister, trying to make plans with her every month or so. She was a year younger than you and you'd always felt like a sister to her, you felt obligated to be a role model to her. 

You saw Tae's aunt, uncle, and little cousins most because you still babysat for them on occasional weekends. You'd started when you were in high school, when oldest boy was a baby and the second wasn't even born yet

"Good," he said. "I don't see them much either." 

You knew that pained Taehyung. He'd always been so close to his family and you remember when he first moved to Seoul and you kept in touch for the first few months, he'd call you and tell you how much he missed his family. But, soon those calls stopped and you assumed he'd stopped missing you too. 

"I haven't seen your family since before I moved to Seoul," he said. "Your brother out of university?" 

"Yeah," you answered. "He works in Seoul now, actually. He got a fancy job up there." 

Taehyung looked excited at that. His body physically moving upward and his eyes widening. 

"You'll have to give me his number! I'd love to meet up with him." 

You agreed, shutting the dishwasher and starting its cycle. 

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The boys--as you expected--would not go to bed. They were still too excited with their new toys and with Tae's presence. He indulged them for a little while, listening to their ramblings about their classmates and about the TV shows they liked.

Tae in turn told them stories about Seoul and being an idol--at least the kid friendly stories. He promised them that he could introduce them to their favorite animated character and you couldn't help but smile. 

You put on an episode of their favorite show, which normally calmed them, and put them to sleep halfway through the second episode. You queued up the show and sat down on the couch. Both of the boys wedged themselves on either side of Tae and he put one of his arms around each of them. 

Just after the first episode, both of the boys were sleeping soundly. You smiled over at Tae and each of you carried one of the boys to their room. After tucking each of them in, the two of you made you way back to the living room. 

The kid's show was still playing and neither you got up to change it, or had any other suggestion of what to watch. 

“Still like Chocolate Corns?" he asked, pulling a bag of the snack from his duffel. 

You smiled and nodded and reached for the bag. You opened them and popped one in your mouth. You were surprised he remembered your favorite snack and couldn't help the smile that broke out across your face. 

"It's getting late," you said. "Your aunt and uncle typically don't get back until the early morning. You really don't have to stay." 

"You sound like you don't want me to," Tae teased, sneaking one of the Chocolate Corns from the bag. 

"No, Tae, it's just you're only here a week. I understand you might want to go home and see your family." 

"They're asleep by now, anyway," he said. "Besides, I missed you." 

"Really?" you asked, trying to hide your blush. "Then, how come you never call?" 

You only meant to tease the boy, you knew his busy schedule rarely allowed him to call his parents. However, Tae knitted his eyebrows and looked down at you. 

"No, Tae, I was just teasing," you said. "I know you don't have time to call." 

"I knew you'd be here," he said, quietly, his deep voice taking on a huskier quality. "I wanted to see you." 

He pressed his forehead to yours, both of your breaths smelling of chocolate. His hands roamed up to your hair and you closed your eyes feeling his breath graze over your lips. 

"No," he said. "I want to save this for the right time. Would you go on a date with me? Sometime this week, before I have to leave." 

"Yes," you said, smiling. 

He moved hair out of your face and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

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You heard the door close and immediately popped up. Tae's aunt and uncle had just walked in. Tae appeared to have also fallen asleep, based on his disheveled hair and half open eyes. 

"Taehyung!" they exclaimed, rushing to greet their nephew. 

They either hadn't noticed how you two had been asleep in each other's arms or had chosen not to comment on it. 

"The boys are fast asleep," you said, once the pleasantries had been exchanged. "I should get going it's late." 

"Oh, Taehyung, be polite and take the girl home?" his aunt said, winking at you. She had noticed. You tried to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

"I'd love to."

Show & Tell

Genre: Teacher!Reader, Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: One of your students brings his famous (and cute) cousin for show and tell.

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"Come on, sachon hyung!" the voice of one of your students called out from down the hall. You recognized his voice as one of your youngest students, Kim Junseo. 

"Teacher!" the boy called, walking through the classroom. Behind him, he dragged a guy probably around your age. You were caught off guard at his cheeky smile. "I brought my cousin for show and tell today! He's an idol!" The boy spoke quickly, hardly getting the words out right. 

"Oh well, show and tell isn't until the end of the day, Junseo. I'm sure your cousin has other things to do until then." 

"No!" the boy protested. "He promised to spend his whole day with me!" 

"All right, Junseo, why don't sit down and get ready for class? I'll talk with your cousin." 

The boy went to his seat and began to aimlessly color in his notebook. You couldn't help but think it was cute, the boy obviously looked up to his older cousin. 

"Kim Taehyung," he said, holding out his hand. 

You reached out and shook his hand politely. You had noticed that he looked vaguely familiar, but you were now certain that he was from BTS. Due to your busy university schedule and the stresses that came with your first year of teaching, you had only vaguely heard their name and music in the background.

"BTS?" you asked. 

Taehyung perked up, a smile breaking out across his face. You to admit--he had a nice smile--you could see where Junseo got his infuriatingly adorable smile from. 

"Are you part of Army?!" 

"Army?" 

His face fell. 

"Our fans," he said. "That's what their called." 

"Oh, no," you said. "Sorry, I've just seen you around." 

He nodded. 

"I did promise to spend the day with him," Taehyung said. "I don't want to disrupt class, of course. But I'm only in Daegu another day."

You thought over the situation. It was obvious Junseo didn't see his cousin much and idolized him. And having another set of adult hands to handle your classroom full of 5 and 6-year-olds was appealing. 

"All right," you said. "You can stay until show and tell, but you'll have to help out." 

"No problem." 

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You'd left him alone with the kids for a few minutes to grab the next activity you'd accidentally left in the teacher's lounge. You'd left them all singing a simple song about counting you figured even the kid's could continue on their own. 

However, when you walked back into the classroom, all of the children were back at their seat's laughing as Taehyung passed out candy, he'd apparently been hiding the whole time. 

While candy was sometimes allowed in the classroom on special occasions, it would only hype up the children and cause them to be less focused on the activities. 

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"I just wanted to make today as fun for him as possible," Taehyung said, when you pulled him aside. 

"I understand that, but they won't focus on the lessons now," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Y/N. I promise I'll keep out of the way."

"Wait," you said. An idea forming. "Why don't you teach a lesson? We sing and dance a lot. We could all write a song together." 

After further expanding the idea, Taehyung agreed. 

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"All right, class, this is Kim Taehyung and he's going to help us write a song." 

The rest of the lesson went smoothly. Taehyung was actually great with children and seemed to love them just as much as you did. You smiled as the kids would sing and dance and pretend to be idols. He laughed and encouraged them. In the end, the class ended up creating a new song that helped teach them colors. 

"We wrote it ourselves, Teacher!" one of your students said, beaming. 

"I'm so proud of you!" you said. 

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Junseo stood at the front of the class. Taehyung sat on a stool beside him and waved to the class as Junseo introduced him as his cousin. 

"He's an idol and he's in this band BTS. They're really cool and they get to travel all over the world. I don't get to see Tae much, but I see him on magazines and stuff. I even got to go to the big arena and see him perform once. I want to be an idol when I grow up too, because I want people to come see me like that." 

You were trying to hold back tears as the little boy talked about his cousin. It was sweet to know that he had a good role model in his life. 

Taehyung, too, seemed slightly emotional, although he was holding it back. You noticed his watery eyes and he bit his lip a few times. 

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"Thank you for letting me be in your classroom today," Taehyung said, Junseo held his hand beside him. "It means a lot that I could spend the day with Junseo." 

"Of course," you said. "The kids had a great time and I think they actually learned something in the process." You laughed and found that you had actually enjoyed having him help you in the classroom. 

"You know, I have one more day in Daegu before I have to leave and I'm going to be picking Junseo up from school tomorrow. Would you want to do something afterwards?" 

"Something?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. 

"Anything you want," he said. 

"Like a date?" 

"If that's what you want."

I saw an ig post about normalizing throwing a break up party. I think this would be a cool concept hahaha

can someone please write a book about this??!?!

Shoot their shot at a break up party

Finally the girl of their dreams is single

Fluff courting y/n or their ship jikook taekook namjin sope taejin etc etc

Angst cuz wait listed character ain't ready but still they wait

Lowkey gets played

BUT STILL HAPPY ENDING

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE!!!?!?!!

If someone wrote about this please tag me :((( or any fic tbh HAHAHA i love reading aus :(((

I'm just gonna keep reposting this until someone actually writes one :(((

I saw an ig post about normalizing throwing a break up party. I think this would be a cool concept hahaha

can someone please write a book about this??!?!

Shoot their shot at a break up party

Finally the girl of their dreams is single

Fluff courting y/n or their ship jikook taekook namjin sope taejin etc etc

Angst cuz wait listed character ain't ready but still they wait

Lowkey gets played

BUT STILL HAPPY ENDING

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE!!!?!?!!

If someone wrote about this please tag me :((( or any fic tbh HAHAHA i love reading aus :(((

Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 5

I’m back with a new chapter~! Actually, I’m back with two new chapters since this chapter ended up being so long that I had to split it. But you get adorable TaeKookie so I think it’s a win xD Genre: Flufffffff Words: 900+ Part 4 - Part 6

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It had been at least two weeks since Nayoung and Taehyung had met. Taehyung continued to visit every other day, bringing small gifts to make her smile.

He had also gotten in the habit of telling the guys what had happened when he visited Nayoung that day, causing all the boys to become irritated and impatient.

“I want to meet Nayoung Noona,” Jungkook frowned after Taehyung came home from the hospital, “I’ve texted her a few times and she seems so cool! Why doesn’t Hyung want us to come over yet?”

“I think he’s just afraid you guys will do something?” Taehyung tried, “I really don’t know. I’ll have to ask him the next time I see him.”

“Well we all don’t have to go at once,” Jungkook tried, hoping that he could get Taehyung to agree to ask Seokjin about it. “It could even just be you and me. No one else.”

“Kookie,” Taehyung slightly whined, “I don’t know. I’ll talk to Jin Hyung about it tomorrow.”

“Or we could call him,” Jungkook pulled out his phone, “I won’t tell any of the other guys about it! It’ll be fine.”

“Kookie, I told you I don’t know. It’s not a good idea to just go without telling the other guys. When they find out, they’ll get mad.”

“Then maybe one other Hyung could come along?” Jungkook tried as Taehyung gave him an uncertain look.

“It’s been weeks, Hyung!” Jungkook pouted, “And we’ve all talked to her. It’s not like she’ll be meeting total strangers.”

Jungkook once again gave Taehyung the lip as Taehyung whined. Jungkook knew that it was hard for any of his Hyung’s to say no to his puppy face.

“Fine, fine,” Taehyung softened, “I guess I’m getting as bad as Jin hyung when it comes to caution.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, “Whoa, that bad?”

“Yes!” Taehyung cried, “What is he doing to meeeeee!”

The two maknaes laughed at each other as Jungkook dangled his phone in front of Taehyung’s face, “Okay, time to call Jin Hyung~.”

Taehyung sighed and nodded, taking the phone from Jungkook and clicking on Seokjin’s contact. The phone rang for about three rings before he picked up.

“Yoboseo?” Seokjin answered his phone as he signaled to Nayoung and it was Taehyung. She gave him two thumbs up and grabbed her phone to play a few games on it while she waited for him to finish.

“Hyung~!” Taehyung practically sing into the phone, “Jungkook wants to come see Nayoung-ssi!”

Seokjin’s eyes widened slightly as he looked back at Nayoung, “Mwoh? Now?”

Jungkook, who was listening to the conversation by putting his ear to Taehyungs, grabbed the phone from his Hyung, “Neh! You guys keep talking about her and all of us are dying to meet her!”

Seokjin sighed and shook his head, “I don’t know about that-”

“Aniya,” Jungkook shot at his Hyung, “I want you to ask Nayoung and see. If she says yes then we’re heading there around three, and if she says no then I’ll wait until she says yes.”

“Yah, who do you think you are to talk to me that way?” Seokjin scolded, only to sigh and catch Nayoung’s attention. After locking eyes with her curious ones, he figured that it was only right to let her decide. He was slacking in his work lately to spend time with her, but if the guys were coming to visit her, she’d have people to keep her company when he couldn’t.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaseeeee~~~!” Jungkook and Taehyung cried through the phone, “Pleaseeeeee Jin Hyung~!!”

“Arraseo,” he said in an amused tone, “I’ll put it on speakerphone and tell you what she says to your words, got it?”

“Neh!” Jungkook smiled, “Gomawo, Hyung!!”

“Yeah yeah,” he mumbled as he moved the phone from his mouth. Nayoung was still looking at him, so he smiled softly at her, “Taehyung and Jungkook want to ask you something.”

Nayoung nodded, thinking back on which one Jungkook was. He’s the one who’s younger than me… the one that calls me Noona, right?

“Noona~,” Jungkook said cutely into the phone as Seokjin put his phone on speaker, “I wanted to ask you if it was okay for Taehyung to bring me this afternoon to see you~!”

Nayoung’s eyes brightened at his words, looking to Seokjin for his opinion of what the maknae had just said. He just smiled and whispered, “It’s completely up to you.”

Nayoung looked back towards the phone, “I actually have a new game that I wanted to try out, and Taehyung says you love games…”

Nayoung smiled and nodded furiously in Seokjin’s direction, causing him to giggle at her cuteness, “She agreed to it, Kookie.”

Jungkook bit his lip and giggled excitedly as Taehyung laughed at the maknae.

“Is it okay if we visit around three? That’s two hours from now.” Jungkook asked as he waited for Seokjin to respond.

Nayoung found herself slightly disappointed that he offered to come hours from now. She actually would rather them come visit right now.

Seokjin saw her excited expression drop as he knew exactly what was going through her head, “I think she’d actually prefer that you come right now.”

Jungkook and Taehyung smiled to each other as Jungkook nodded, “Neh neh! We’ll be there as soon as possible, then!”

With that, the maknae hung up, rushing to his room to get changed. Taehyung laughed and shook his head as he also made sure he looked presentable.

Sorry it’s so short, BUT this was a double update so the next chapter will be posted immediately after this one~ Although I do have a question... Should I write a chapter for all of the boys meeting her or just a few of them? I could work with both ways, so it depends on the feedback I get~. Thank you for reading! I love you, my precious readers~ ^.^

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Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 6

~Double Update~ This was originally part of Part 5, but this was long enough to make it it’s own part. xD I hope everyone likes it~! Genre: Fluufffff, TaeJinKook, and dramaa Words: 1,900+ Part 5 - Part 7

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Several minutes later, there was a knock on the door to Nayoung’s room. Seokjin looked up from the Mario game they had been playing on his laptop.

“Come in,” he called, knowing it was probably Taehyung and Jungkook finally arriving.

“Annyeong~!” Taehyung slightly yells as the two maknaes make their way into the room with some sweets. Nayoung’s eyes light up as she saw the sweets, realizing she hadn’t eaten anything all day. Hyemi, who normally brings in her meals, hadn’t shown up all day…

“Noona~,” Jungkook called cutely as he followed in right after Taehyung, closing the door behind him. His eyes locked on to hers and his smile grew, “Wahh!! Noona is so pretty!”

Nayoung blushed and smiled sheepishly down at the blanket she was under. Jungkook’s smile just grew at her shy reaction, “Omo! You’re just as bashful as Jin Hyung, too~! You two are so perfect together!”

“Kookie,” Seokjin scolded, feeling his face grow hot, “Don’t push it. I won’t hesitate throwing you out of this room.”

Jungkook looked to Seokjin and pouted, “Aish, Hyung! So overprotective…”

Taehyung ignored the two as he sat on the edge of Nayoung’s bed, placing the basket of random sweets in front of her.

“It looks like you guys literally just bought bags of candy and shoved them into a basket that looks like you two made it.”

Taehyung didn’t even look up, “Like you could make a better basket.”

Nayoung giggled as Seokjin sighed and sat on the other side of her bed next to her. Jungkook took a seat next to Seokjin as he bit his lip in excitement. “Noona, your laugh is so pretty as well. Your voice must be beautiful…”

Nayoung smiled down at her blanket with another blush as Taehyung handed her a chocolate from the basket.

“Nayoung-ssi! Have you ever had those? They’re the best chocolates EVER!” he said excitedly as she opened the wrapper, popping it into her mouth. He watched her chew the candy, smiling when she hummed in delight.

Seokjin smiled at her reaction as well as she reached for two more, handing one to him. He took it and popped it in his mouth, sighing at the taste.

“Taehyung,” he said after swallowing the chocolate, “Where did you get these? These are amazing!”

Jungkook jumped in so he didn’t get ignored by the three, “I found the chocolate when we last went to America.”

Nayoung’s eyes lit up at the word America as Seokjin giggled at her interest. She had an obsession with what was in America and loved hearing him talk about his adventures with his friends there.

“Oh~!” Jungkook moved up from the bed to his backpack that he had brought in, “I brought the games I thought you would want to try out. I don’t know if you like video games or board games more, so I brought both.”

Nayoung grabbed another chocolate as she clapped like a child. She watch Jungkook pull out a ton of games as her smile grew ten times bigger.

“We can play whatever you want,” Jungkook said as he pulled out the gaming system he happened to bring with him.

Seokjin watched Nayoung flip through all the games as Taehyung made a face at one of the games, “The heck Jungkook?”

Jungkook looked up from hooking up the system only to see Nayoung holding one of the games he had bought just for laughs, “Oh- I can explain-“

“Do you play Barbie games often?” Seokjin laughed as he scooted closer to Nayoung to get a better look.

“I actually haven’t-”

“Its okay, Kookie,” Taehyung interrupted, “I understand that it’s a guilty pleasure.”

“Yah! Taehyung, the wrapping is still on the game. I haven’t played it yet!”

“It’s okay if you want to secretly love Barbie,” Seokjin stuck his lip out at Jungkook, “Everyone goes through a Barbie phase.”

“You’ve been going through yours your whole life!” Jungkook retorted, “Mr. I dress up as princesses for Halloween!”

“YAH!” Seokjin cried, “I haven’t done that in 16 years!”

Nayoung giggled at the boys fighting as she continued to go through the games Jungkook had brought for her. The boys continued fighting as she ignored them, focusing on the selection of games before her.

“And don’t forget the time you licked the hot stove!” Seokjin shot at the maknae as Jungkook raised his eyes.

“Well what about the time you-”

“Aish, will you two stop?” Taehyung said in annoyance as he looked up from the Barbie game, “I’m trying to read this and you’re fighting too much.”

The two grew silent in amusement as Taehyung went back to reading the box of the game that had started the fighting.

Nayoung was almost through going through the games when one caught her eyes. She tugged Seokjin’s sleeve as he looked down at her and kneeled down next to her.

“Did you find something?” he asked as she nodded and handed him the game. “Ohh~ Mario Kart!”

“Of course,” Jungkook sighed and laughed, “You two are like twins in so many ways it’s scary.”

“It’s Jin Hyung’s favorite game to slaughter us in,” Taehyung informed as he grabbed controllers for all of them, “And he gets really obnoxious when he wins.”

“I do not!” Seokjin glared, “I’m not like Hoseok or Yoongi when they win.”

Jungkook gave his Hyung a look, “You’re worse than them, Jin Hyung.”

The two started up another mini fight as Nayoung giggled and rested her head on Seokjin’s arm. Taehyung handed her a controller as she took it and snuggled into Seokjin.

The four of them were about to start the first race when there was a knock on the door. Taehyung jumped up and opened the door with a friendly smile on his face, only for it to fade at the sight of Hyemi. He moved out of her way as she made her way into the room with a fake smile.

“Seokjin Sunbae?” she called as Seokjin looked up at her. He smiled and put the controller down, waving at her in a friendly way.

Hyemi’s eyes moved from Seokjin to the girl that was practically clinging to him. She tried to contain her anger and keep her smile on her face as she looked back to Seokjin.

“We need you to check up on some of the others in this department. You know, the mental one.” She said, looking to Nayoung who was now looking to her with innocent eyes.

“Yes, I know what department this is, Hyemi,” Seokjin laughed off her obvious comment, “How many do I need to check on?”

Hyemi continued to look at Nayoung as Nayoung started to grow uncomfortable by her stares. Hyemi smiled at her look of discomfort as she looked back to Seokjin, “All the other patients here. Well, all of them except for the one that you waste all of your time on.”

Seokjin blinked in surprise at her cold comment as Nayoung looked to her blanket in discomfort. Taehyung noticed her look down, causing him to glare at Hyemi from behind. Jungkook looked up after hearing her comment and instantly felt awkward being in there.

“A-Alright…” Seokjin awkwardly said, not knowing how to respond. Hyemi was his friend… she didn’t mean for it to sound like it did, right?

“Also, the boss has asked for you to stay away from Nayoung for a few days.” Hyemi continued, causing Nayoung’s eyes to widen in panic.

“Yah!” Seokjin cried at her, “This stuff can be talked about in private!”

“Well, it’s good for her to know so she can prepare herself, right?” Hyemi shrugged as Jungkook felt his blood boiling at the girl. He glanced at Taehyung and they both seemed to share the same thoughts, looking back to the brat in the middle of the room.

“Not this way!” Seokjin felt like yelling at her, but he contained his behavior. He suddenly felt Nayoung’s hold on him tighten as he looked down at her. Her eyes were filled with fear that made him worry, squeezing her hand in an attempt to comfort her.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I’ll try to not be away long… I don’t want to make you worry…”

“Doctor,” Hyemi called in annoyance. Taehyung had to hold himself back from shoving her out of the room or yelling at her. Yelling at Hyemi wouldn’t solve anything, it’d just create even more problems with both Hyemi and Nayoung.

Seokjin placed a soft kiss on her ear as Nayoung felt shivers run down her spine. She smiled and let go of him so he could hurry back faster. Seokjin rubbed the back of her hand softly before he let go, heading out the door with an envious Hyemi behind him.

Taehyung watched them leave as he moved over to Jungkook, whispering, “She’s got a crush on hyung and is trying to hurt Nayoung.”

Jungkook glared at the door as Taehyung told him this, only for him to smile over at Nayoung seconds later. He sat down next to her where Seokjin had been and started the game. “We can still have fun without Jin Hyung~. We’ve got plenty of games to play to pass the time, right?”

Nayoung smiled gratefully to Jungkook and nodded, picking her controller up.

Taehyung ran to the other side of her bed with his controller as he practically jumped onto it, “I CALL DAISY!”

Nayoung giggled and shook her head at Taehyung’s actions. Jungkook just rolled his eyes and hit his Hyung on the head, “Be careful; you don’t want to break the bed, do you?”

Taehyung turned around and glared at Jungkook for hitting him, “Yah, I’m your hyung! Show respect!”

The two started bickering as Nayoung shook her head in amusement at those two. She went ahead and selected her character, only to flick the two in the head when they continued fighting for too long.

“Ow!” they both cried and rubbed their sore spot, turning to see a proud Nayoung waiting for the two to pick their characters.

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“Yah, what the heck were you doing back there?” Seokjin mumbled to Hyemi, trying to not attract attention.

“I’m just trying to get you to realize your job is more important than her,” Hyemi said, “You’re gonna get fired if you waste your time with her.”

“Hyemi,” Seokjin sighed, “I know you don’t get it, but remember that the patient comes first? I just want her to be happy.”

“Well you’re getting too attached,” Hyemi continued, “Your relationship with her should be doctor and patient, not boyfriend and girlfriend. You can’t date your patients.”

“You know that the only reason she’s still a patient is because she’s too scared of everything. She still can’t talk, and she’ll be here until she does. And I’ll be there when she finally talks.”

“But you’re growing attached,” Hyemi pointed out, “She’s more than a patient now.”

“Hyemi,” Seokjin sighed once again, “I realize I’m getting attached. I’m sorry it’s affecting my work.”

“I’m just worried, Sunbae…” she mumbled, “I don’t want to lose you…”

“Aww,” Seokjin smiled and ruffled her hair, “I’m not going anywhere, Hyemi. As long as you’re here to keep me up, I’ll be fine.”

With that, Seokjin rushed off to check up on some of his patients, leaving a frustrated Hyemi behind him.

“If you won’t see how she’s affecting you,” she glared at his figure walking away from her, “I’ll make sure she knows perfectly well how much of a hindrance she is to you.”

So, who’s starting to hate Hyemi? *raises hand* xD Again I’m asking like the last chapter, Do you think I should make a chapter for all the members meeting her? I could write it with or without, but if my readers like you want a piece of all the members meeting her, I’d love to write them! (Sorry for typos. I didn’t proof this) Thank you for reading~!

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So Much Better (Taehyung x Reader)

A/N: SORRY FOR THE LAME TITLE So I was lacking inspiration the other day, so I started a random fic and it turned into this. It’s kinda long and I edited the heck out of it. I hope it’s worth reading because I don’t know how I feel about it. But it’s fluffy fluff so~ UPDATE: I tried so hard to fix this cringy mess into something readable. I haven’t read back over it in ages because of how much I hated it, but I THINK its less embarrassing now. It’s still not very good, but read at your own risk. Just remember as your reading that this is the LESS CRINGY version. It used to be much worse x.x Genre: Fluffffffff and cringe Words: 3,400+

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“No!” I cried as Taehyung pulled on my blanket. I had been taking a peaceful nap when all the sudden my warmth had been interrupted by my best friend who decided it was a great idea to let himself in my house with my parents and brothers at the house. What did he think he would accomplish?

“You should get up Y/N~!” he pouted as I pulled my blanket out of his hands, “Hopie Hyung just said you’ve been sleeping all afternoon.

I groan and sigh, remembering the events before my nap. Napping tends to be my coping mechanism when things go wrong in my life.

For instance, this time it was because my ex decided he wanted to get back together. He’s been texting me for the past two weeks asking me to get back together with him, and I keep telling him I’ll think about it.

“God,” I whispered and grabbed for my phone, looking at the screen with tired eyes. I had three missed calls from him and ten texts asking if I was there. I threw my phone on the table and turned to face the back of the couch as Taehyung let out a frustrated huff.

“Don’t make me call Hopie and Monnie Hyung in here,” he threatened as I waved my hand at him to signal for him to go ahead. I didn’t want to get up any time soon.

“Heyy!” Taehyung cried at my action, “Please~! I had a fun lazy day planned down in the basement for you… I set up your favorite games and we could even watch Netflix if you don’t feel like playing anything…”

“Taehyung,” I said as my voice was muffled into the couch, “I appreciate it, but I’m not in the mood. My ex won’t quit calling and texting me. He wants to get back together, but I don’t know. I’m not totally against it, but I’m afraid he’ll kiss another girl again.”

Taehyung grew silent as I took it as victory. He’s finally gonna leave me to my sleep, I hope.

“Y/N… Come downstairs with me.” He said in a desperate tone, “I’ll make you forget he even exists.”

The way he worded it and the way his voice sounded as he said it sent shivers down my spine.

I may have a tiny crush on Taehyung, but it wasn’t anything too big. Things would get complicated if I liked him too much. The number one thing is because he’s my best friend and is also best friends with my brothers… it’d just be too weird.

Also because he doesn’t like me in that way. I’m like another little sister to him.

“Hey… Y/N…” he said softly, nudging my shoulder. I took a deep breath and rolled over, sitting up in the process.

Although sitting up was not a good idea, because Taehyung’s face happened to appear right in front of mine.

Our eyes widened as he flew back and I scooted as far backwards as possible. He bumped the table and ended up falling to the floor, landing on his rear with a tiny cry of slight pain

“I-I’m sorry!” He laughed awkwardly as he got back up off the floor, “I didn’t think you were actually going to get up so easily.”

I tried to laugh it off as well, “Its fine…! Now what were you saying about the games?”

Taehyung rushed up and grabbed my hand, yanking me forward. I hit his chest, but for some reason he didn’t find this awkward and just held me close to him as we walked. His hand stayed around my wrist as we made our way downstairs.

“Hopie and Monnie hyung aren’t here right now,” Taehyung informed as I nodded and looked down at his hand around my arm. He didn’t seem to notice as he just continued to walk, dragging me with him, “They went out with the other guys. Your parents are also gone, by the way. Your mom forced your dad to go to a baby shower despite all the whining he did, saying he’d be the only male there.”

I let out a laugh at his explanation, seeing the whole scene playing out in my head. Why my mom wanted my dad to go to a baby shower with her is beyond me. It wasn’t till a few seconds later that I had registered what he said about my brothers.

“What- They went out with all of the guys?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung said as he let go of my wrist and spun around to face me, “Why?”

“Why didn’t you go?” I asked and crossed my arms across my chest. He copied me and gave me a pouting lip.

“Uh, because someone had to cheer you up?” he said as if it was obvious, but I just shook my head.

“You should be with them, Taehyung,” I said as he shook his head and grabbed my shoulders.

“No,” he said, spinning me around in his arms and pushing me to the couch, “I would rather cheer you up than go bowling with them.”

“Taehyung,” I said in a serious voice, but he just put his hand in front of my mouth and moved my head to where he could look me in the eyes.

“No.” he said slowly, “I’m staying with you to get over what’s-his-face~! I’ll do anything that I have to.”

I was totally fine until I saw his smile and his eyebrows raise up and down suggestively. My eyes widened and my face turned bright red as I took a pillow from the couch and threw it at him.

“That’s not funny, Taehyung,” I scolded as I could feel the heat in my face.

“Hey, I was just joking, Y/N~. You don’t have to get so worked up!”

I took a deep breath and tried to shrug the previous events off my mind, “Okay, it’s time for us to play Mario Kart 8 and see who the winner is this week.”

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“HA!” I yelled in victory as Taehyung scoffed at the screen, “I WIN~!”

“It was by three points,” He stuck his tongue out at me as I poked his nose and continued laughing.

“I still won~!” I quietly squealed as I moved to lay my head in his lap, “I’ve won three weeks in a row, Taehyung! It’s time for you to step up your game.”

“Heyy,” he sighed and poked my forehead, “Wow, you think you can just trash your Oppa like that?”

“Yep~,” I sang as he rolled his eyes and poked my forehead again.

“You must be hungry, right? I should make you a sandwich~.” He started to get up and pulled me up along with him, “I don’t think you had any lunch, so let’s make that two sandwiches…”

“Taehyung!” I cried as he just ignored me and pulled me up the stairs, “Let go, you’re getting worse than Hoseok and Namjoon Oppa!”

“Maybe because I care about you more than they do,” he stated as I felt my face heat up. Why was I blushing? He didn’t mean it in the way he made it sound.

“I don’t know why~.” I sung, but he just sighed and shook his head.

“If you bag on yourself one more time tonight, I’m going to have to go to drastic measures to make sure you know all of this isn’t true.” He scolded, finally entering the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever Taehyung…” I laughed and poked his side as he slightly jumped and glared playfully at me.

“Hey… was that a declaration of war?” Taehyung’s head tilted to the side as I bit my lip and backed away. He took that as a yes as he lunged forward, reaching for my shirt. I dodged just in time as I ran to the living room and ran to the other side of the couch. I looked behind me to see my brother’s bedroom door wide open.

Taehyung jumped over the couch and I screamed, running for Hoseok Oppa’s room. I tried to slam the door closed, but Taehyung was too fast for me. I laughed and pushed on the door to try and close it, but he was much stronger than me. After he flung the door open, I squealed and jumped on Oppa’s bed and tried to crawl over, but Taehyung quickly jumped on me and caged me under his arms and legs.

I flipped over and pushed on his chest, trying to push him off of me, but I wasn’t having any luck. It only took a few more seconds in that position for me to realize what kind of situation this was.

“Taehyung-”

I was cut off as he got off of me before I could ask him to. He laughed it off and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. We made our way back into the kitchen as he started to make two sandwiches; one for me and one for him.

“Thank you~,” I sang as he handed me my sandwich. I smiled and took a bite of the delicious snack.

Though only seconds after I took the bite, I heard my phone ringing in my pocket. I slowly pulled it out and sighed, reading the contact up at the top of my screen.

“My ex is calling again,” I told Taehyung as he suddenly took an interest in the kitchen island.

“Ah… You probably shouldn’t answer it,” He advised, “And block his number if he doesn’t leave you alone.”

I blinked a few times and studied his expressions as I looked back down at my phone. He’s right. Even if I had any feelings left for that jerk, I shouldn’t go crawling back to him. He’d probably just end up cheating again.

“Yeah, thanks Tae….” I sighed as I took another bite from the sandwich he made me, “Getting back with him would be wrong on so many levels.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung tried to laugh and make a joke out of the situation, “Giving him another chance to break your heart would be a dumb move.”

“Not only that, but it would be too satisfying for him~.” I added, starting to really see how bad of an idea it was.

“Plus he smells bad half the time,” Taehyung scrunched up his nose as I tried to hold back my laughter, “I swear he only showers once a week.”

“More like once a month!” I giggled, finding this new insult game really fun.

“That would explain the grease in his hair almost every day,” Taehyung smiled as I bit my lip, jumping up onto one of the bar stools I was standing next to.

“Plus it’d be weird to date him when I have feelings for you,” I let out a few laughs as the words left my mouth, only for my eyes to widen when I realized what I just said.

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised in surprise as my face immediately turned so red. It was silent for a whole lot longer than I would have liked, only to have Taehyung move closer to me.

“Ahha…” I looked to the floor, “I didn’t mean to say that out loud…”

Taehyung just kept moving closer until he was right in front of me, looking at me in the eyes. His face was totally blank and hard to read as I continued smiling nervously, cursing myself in my head.

“I’m s-sorry!” I continued with my sheepish, embarrassed smile that seemed to be permanent. I was terrified of what was to happen next, but despite how scared I was, I couldn’t rid of the awkward smile on my face.

“Y/N…” Taehyung softly said, his blank expression never leaving, “Did you just confess to me?”

“I-I mean, hold up!” I held up my hands and he just moved closer. I quickly regretted sitting down on this chair, “I did, but you don’t have to respond! It’s more like a crush, so it’s not like we can’t be friends still!”

Taehyung let out a little pout, “Aww… crush? I was hoping for something more mutual.”

“Well, I can give up- Wait, what exactly do you mean by mutual? Because if it’s to see you as a friend, sure! I don’t want to make you feel-”

“No~,” the cute Taehyung was slowly appearing in front of me, “I mean I want you to fall in love with me.”

“Well of course I can!” I started, “I shouldn’t have ever even brought up that I-…”

It was silent for a few seconds before my face felt like it was on fire. I wanted to shrink back, but there was nowhere to shrink away to. He was so close and the back to the chair refused to let me turn or lean away.

“Wh-What?” I choked out as Taehyung’s box smile appeared on his face. His eyes shrank as his smile grew, only for both to disappear from my sight all together.

To say that I knew what was going on when his lips touched mine would be giving me too much credit, because I honestly was still confused. My mind was less focused on the kiss and more focused on trying to figure out his words he had said seconds before.

When Taehyung’s hand moved to my hair to run his fingers through it, his actions all crashed into me at once. His other hand reached up to cup my cheek as his lips moved on mine. I wish I could say that I figured out what he had said by then, but I felt so slow. If there was anyone slower than me, I bless that poor soul and hope that they don’t get put in situations like this.

He finally pulled away from me as my eyes locked on to his upset ones. My confused mind immediately went away as he pulled away with an apologetic look on his face.

“Ah, I-I’m sorry… I thought that… God, I’m sorry!” he laughed, although it looked like he was breaking down on the inside.

It was so awkwardly silent for a few seconds, and just as Taehyung looked down and started walking away from me, my big mouth opened to speak the words I was trying to find earlier.

“Taehyung… do you like me?”

More frustratingly awkward silence appeared as I felt the wheels in my head turning again. My embarrassment started to appear again as I felt like I was about to be crowned the dumbest female of the year.

“Of course I don’t. I just kiss all of my friends like that. Haven’t you seen me and Hoseok?” Taehyung teases as I glare and lightly hit his shoulder. I mean, yeah I had a ton of stupid moments just now, but did he really have to make fun of me like that?

“Taehyung!” I slightly cried, “I don’t know! I have smaller brains than a newborn puppy when people pull things like this, no matter how painfully obvious the person’s message is!”

“Ahh,” Taehyung moved back into the position we were in right before the kiss, “Will that happen every time I kiss you?”

“I hope not,” my eyes widen, “It’s so frustrating not being able to say I love you back without it sounding stupid.”

Taehyung let out a cute giggle and he poked my nose, “And are all your confessions going to end up being said in an accidental way? I mean, it’s cute~ but I want you to be able to directly tell me your feelings.”

“I’m sorry,” I groaned, “I’ll try to stop that… but my brain might oppose to the idea.”

“Mmm, either way, I still love you,” Taehyung’s nose brushed against mine. I smiled warmly at him and started to feel butterflies in my stomach.

It wasn’t long till our lips met again, and this time I kissed him back. I smiled into the kiss and ran my fingers through his hair, enjoying every second of it. This was certainly better than the last kiss.

His hands moved to rest on my hips and he pulled me closer to him. I felt him smile into the kiss as well, and I even saw his smile when we pulled away for air. Seconds later we were back into the kiss, except this one was deeper than the other two.

“Ayy, Taehyung! Y/N! We’re all back!”

My eyes widened as I jumped backwards, moving the chair in a way to where it started tipping over. I could feel myself falling and braced myself for the fall, only to be grabbed around the waist and pulled back into Taehyung’s hold.

“Where are you guys?” I heard Jungkook call as I squealed, moving away from Taehyung. He didn’t seem to resist much, but he pouted at me right before I saw Jimin appear in the living room.

“Y/N!” He yelled as he ran to me and hugged me, “I hope you’re feeling better! If Taehyung didn’t do a good job, I might just have to kick him.”

I giggled as Yoongi appeared after Jimin, instantly spotting the chair on the floor, “Oh, is that what happened? I thought I heard a crash when we came in…”

“Ohh, is that food?” Seokjin ran in and stood in front of Taehyung’s untouched sandwich, “I hope you know I’m eating this considering the bowling alley’s food prices were too much for what we had and I’m starving.”

“Ah, those prices!” Hoseok cried as he came in from the living room, “I wanted a drink, but I didn’t bring any money, plus the prices were too high! We all decided we’d just eat here.”

“It was 6,000 won for just water!” Namjoon cried from the living room, but not entering the kitchen until Jungkook emerged from the bathroom.

“And the bathrooms were so gross,” Jungkook whined as Jimin nodded in agreement, “I swear that they hadn’t been cleaned in ten years, maybe more.”

“I felt like it was a bathroom from hell,” Yoongi added, causing everyone to laugh and throw in a chorus of ‘Ew’s.

“Okay okay,” Taehyung laughed, waving his hand at his Hyungs, “Can we stop talking about gross things and eat?”

“I agree!” Seokjin laughed as he finished the last bite of Taehyung’s sandwich. His eyes locked onto mine which had two bites out of it. “Heeyyyy~ Are you going to finish your sandwich, Y/N?”

“Yes,” Taehyung answered, “She’s barely eaten the past two days. Don’t touch her food.”

Seokjin frowned, “Y/N! You need to eat it right now! Food is important.”

“I know, Oppa!” I cried, “I heard enough from Taehyung.”

“Ooooo~,” Jimin and Jungkook smiled as Taehyung laughed with them, “What happened while we were gone?”

“Ah, nothing really,” I shrugged, “We played Mario Kart and had a tickle war… then came in here to eat.”

“And you guys ate so much,” Yoongi said as Hoseok looked around the kitchen.

“Did we interrupt your lunch?” he asked, “Because you guys hardly ate anything.”

“We got distracted by my ex calling,” I said without thinking. I was trying to get myself killed by telling them everything! Why can’t I control my mouth today?

“Ew,” Namjoon said, “I hope you didn’t answer it.”

“I didn’t,” I defended, “And then Taehyung and I started playing the insult game and insulted him before you guys came in.”

“Yeah, and she confessed to me in the process.”

…

“WHAT?!”

“Taehyung!” I cried as I hid my face. Jungkook and Jimin ran up to us and started flooding us with questions as Hoseok started giggling girlishly. Namjoon sighed and smiled as Yoongi and Seokjin seemed more focused on sleep and food than the commotion around them.

“You guys finally got together!” Hoseok cried in happiness, “I always knew that it would be Y/N’s clumsiness that got you two together!”

“H-Hey!” I cried as Taehyung just laughed and put an arm around my waist. His head rested on mine and my face started turning red again.

“So that being said, Y/N is mine,” He bragged, placing a kiss on my temple, “So no stealing her! Got it, Jimin?”

“Me?” Jimin frowned, “I wouldn’t steal your girl from you. I’m not that low!”

I just laughed nervously at all the attention I was getting as I moved my head to hide my face in his neck.

“Ah, you two are so cute!” Hoseok squealed as I shrank into his arms even more.

“You guys should leave the lovebirds alone,” Seokjin laughed, “You should focus on eating noodles more than on them, got it?”

“Noodles?” Jimin ran up to Seokjin, “Man, I’m so hungry!”

“Okay,” Hoseok nodded and moved toward Seokjin.

They all started to sit around the island as Taehyung moved me off him to pick up the seat that I knocked over.

“So,” Jungkook cut in after I sat down, “Have you and Hyung kissed yet?”

“H-Hey!”

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A/N: I would put more thoughts, but I’m so exhausted from school starting... I hope it was enjoyable~ As far as I think, it’s okay, but I’m not 100% sure (It was not okay before I edited this mess) Requests for fanfics are open~! (after reading this garbage I don’t understand why you’d want to request something from me lol)

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Update on BTS Choose Your Route story

Thank you so much to everyone who responded to my last post saying that you would read it! I really appreciate it and it made me really inspired to work on it harder!

With that said, I have another question. I have the base of the story finished, and I was wondering if you guys would want me to wait and post the whole story all at once or just update the chapters and routes as I write them?

Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 1

I’M SORRY I KNOW THE TITLE IS LAME BUT I COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos? So I’ve been working on this story for so long, and I really hope that it is as good as I think it is ^^’ I literally rewrote half this story (it’s long, I already have 52,000 words written for it and I’m still not done) so I’m really happy to FINALLY start posting it. Ironically, I think it’s been 6 months since I started writing this xD) Also, Jungkook is actually not a CEO in the story, he’s just the son of one and next in line to be the CEO.

Words: 3,300+ Genre: Fluff, Drama, Future Angst sorta?

Part 2

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“I don’t think so,” Jungkook laughed in disbelief, “what kind of rule is that?”

“You don’t have a choice, Jungkook.” his father’s voice rang through the corridor, shaking his head in annoyance.

Jimin and Hoseok stood behind Jungkook and looked at each other for a few seconds before Hoseok spoke up, “Sir, isn’t that deadline a little unrealistic?”

“Six months?” his father’s eyebrows raised, “I think that’s more than enough time. With his looks he could pick up any woman on the streets and she’d fall for him.”

“But any woman won’t be good enough,” Jungkook shook his head and took a deep breath, “You can’t put a time limit on finding the perfect woman.”

“You don’t need the perfect woman, you just need a wife,” his father shot, getting tired of the conversation, “Why do you think I married your mother?”

Jungkook’s patience was wearing thin and his glare was intensifying by the second, “I don’t want a marriage like yours. You two don’t love each other. She only married you for the money.”

“You have six months, Jungkook,” his father repeated, ending the conversation with no further discussion

***

“Can you believe that guy?” Jungkook mumbled as he threw his empty coke bottle in a trash can that they were passing by, “He expects me to find someone worth being with me in such a little amount of time?”

“Well…” Seokjin bit his lip for a second, “There are seven of us, so if we all go wife hunting, I’m sure we could find someone.”

Jungkook groaned, but most of the guys were agreeing with Seokjin, “I would rather just hire someone to marry me and then just divorce them when I find the right girl.” Taehyung scrunched up his nose, “That sounds like a terrible plan. What if she denies getting divorced unless she’s paid a million or something? Or worse, your father won’t let you divorce her because it would hurt the company’s image.”

“But I don’t want to get married right now!” Jungkook was starting to get frustrated with his friends. He doesn't want to be set up… and he certainly doesn’t really want to find a girl that just wants money. He couldn’t live with a woman that was like his mom. All she cares about is money.

“You could always go for an old friend or even one of our sisters or cousins if you had to.” Jimin suggested, but Yoongi’s eyebrows raised.

“My sister is off limits, though. I don’t want her to be the wife of a CEO.” he shook his head, taking a drink of his coke. The guys paused their conversation to walk inside the local coffee shop. It wasn’t a common hang out place, but it was the most private one that they knew of.

“I know that my cousin would marry you,” Namjoon offered, “She’s kinda liked you for a while. Don’t tell her I told you, though.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather not marry into anyone’s family. It would make things more complicated than it should be.”

Taehyung plopped down into a booth first as the others followed, “Well you’re low on time. You might be marrying into one of our families or just marrying a complete stranger.”

“Well,” Hoseok spoke up, “There’s always the internet.”

“No,” Jungkook shot that idea down, “I refuse to take to a sad dating website for a mate. I would rather marry Yoongi’s sister and have him kill me for doing so.”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a murderous look, “I’m glad you know your limits.”

“So we’re all going wife hunting, huh?” Jimin asked, watching Jungkook’s frustrated expression turn to a worried one.

“What am I gonna do? I’ve only dated like one girl seriously, and she ended up cheating on me within two months of our six month relationship.” Jungkook’s defeated look made everyone else feel a little defeated as well. He was a great flirt no doubt, but dating wise? He hasn’t really had a steady relationship.

“I guess we’ll just look for the kindest hearted people we can. I could ask my sister about friends she has if you’d like.” Jimin offered, but Jungkook was being super stubborn and shook his head.

“Okay, for someone in this deep s***, you are very uncooperative,” Yoongi glared, getting up out of his seat, “I have a meeting to go to soon. I’m out on finding you a wife until you clean up your attitude.”

“Count me out, too,” Namjoon raised his pointer finger a himself, “If you want my help just ask. I could recommend you plenty of single woman once you’re ready for help.”

Once the two of them were gone, Hoseok followed soon after with a few short excuses of, “I have some ideas, but you’ll have to admit to needing help for me to tell you them,” and “I have a meeting as well.”

Jungkook buried his head in his hands, feeling regret come down on him. He knows he needs help, but that’s the last thing he wants to admit.

“Jungkook,” Seokjin spoke up, “You’ve gotta listen to us.”

“You especially need to listen to Jin Hyung,” Taehyung added, “He’s been through the whole marriage thing.”

“But he found her and fell in love with her over two years. I have six months.” Jungkook mumbled, “How am I gonna do this? I’ve never been in love, and I didn’t really plan to ever be.”

“It’s not something you plan,” Seokjin smiled sadly, “but that’s also what’s going to make this really hard.”

“What we need is a miracle,” Jimin leaned his head back on the booth he was sitting at, “We need someone to literally fall from the sky. Someone who is the ideal girl for Jungkook.”

“You know the odds of that?” Jungkook scoffed, “They’re 0 because I’m hopeless. At this point I’m just trying to figure out which is more important to me: getting married with someone I love and being taken out of line for CEO, or being CEO with a money loving wife who won’t give me the time of day.”

“Well you’ve got all six of us,” Taehyung tried to cheer him up, “Because I know those other three who left would help you in a heartbeat if you really asked them to.”

Jungkook’s dread was growing as he thought about having to have help to find something like love. He always prided himself on not needing anyone else’s help yet here he is in desperate need of help from anyone who will offer it.

“Fine,” Jungkook groaned, “Everyone keep on the lookout for any girl that looks worthy to be a CEO’s wife. Don’t totally disregard looks, but don’t look at just looks as well.”

“Got it!” Taehyung smiled and grabbed Jungkook’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about this too much, Jungkook. As your hyungs, and your co-workers, we’ll make sure you stay in line for that position you deserve!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes at Taehyung’s cheesy words, but smiled at them as well. Seokjin snickered and turned around to look at the coffee shop around them. Hey, it wouldn’t hurt to start immediately, would it?

***

“You know Chaerin,” Kiseung took a sip of her coffee as she glanced at her friend, “You realized you’re the only single one here… right?”

Chaerin raised an eyebrow, “So?”

The two across from them, Nari and Hyomin, gave Kiseung a dirty look. “What was the point in saying that?” Hyomin asked, getting the attention of Kiseung.

“We need to find her a date!” Kiseung smiled, “Then we could all go on dates together!”

“I’m not looking for someone right now,” Chaerin smiled nervously, but Kiseung wasn’t having it.

“There is never a time to not be looking for someone. You’re 21 Chaerin! It’s time to find a man and get married or something.” Kiseung showed off her engagement ring, “This is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want you to feel the same!”

Hyomin took a deep breath, “Kiseung, just ‘cause you love being in love doesn’t mean everyone else does. If Chaerin wants a guy, she can go look for one on her own.”

“But then she’ll never find anyone!”

“...wow, thanks Kiseung. That did not hurt my pride at all.” Chaerin gave her a disapproving look.

Kiseung frowned and looked down at her phone. In a matter of seconds, she was out of her seat and downing her hot coffee as fast as she could. “I gotta run. Baekhyun is wanting me to help with our wedding plans since it’s only four months away!”

She dashed out of the building as Nari sighed, “Bless her. She can be so hurtful sometimes.”

Chaerin nodded in agreement before she took a sip of her latte. It’s not really that she doesn’t want to get married or to date… It’s more of that she doesn’t know how to. But she’s not going to tell Kiseung that, otherwise she’ll take her out to a club to find some weird guy or something… she wanted love to happen on it’s own, not a setup by them or anything.

Nari and Hyomin said bye to Chaerin as they left the coffee joint.  Chaerin had to head to the back of the place before her break was over, and she was almost late clocking back in.

She had only been on the clock for a few seconds before a group of really good looking guys came in and sat down in a booth. She was about to walk over to them, but they all looked really serious and she didn’t want to interrupt what was going on. It took a few minutes, but things seems to calm down at the table. It wasn’t long until they started to leave one by one, and Chaerin know she would probably be scolded for letting potential customers out without even asking if they wanted anything, but she respected their privacy (and she was intimidated by how good looking and professional they looked.).

Eventually only one of them was left, and she finally made her way over to the table, “I’m sorry I didn’t head over here earlier, but can I get you anything?”

The guy looked so defeated and she felt really bad for him. Whatever it was, she was glad she waited to come over. She made the right call to not bother all of them.

Despite being terrified of dating, she was pretty good at talking to people and being friendly toward them, especially guys. Sometimes she’d go overboard to make it strictly platonic while talking to a guy.

She found herself sitting down in front of him and smiling softly, “Bad day?”

The man snickered and rubbed his face, “You wouldn’t even believe how bad it is.” “Try me?” she offered the stranger, putting down her note pad, “I’ll listen. Well, if someone else comes in, I’ll have to help them, but if you need an ear, I’ll be here all day.” He looked up at her and took a deep breath. With a look of confusion, his words reflected his expression, “Did someone send you?” Chaerin raised her eyebrows, “Who would have sent me? I don’t know you or why you’re upset. I just wanted to help since you looked so defeated.”

“I’m not a charity case,” he grumbled, putting his face in his hands, “I don’t need your help, I need a wife.”

Chaerin blinked a few times and gave him an annoyed look, “Well you’re not gonna get one with that attitude and mindset!”

He looked up and glared at her, “I don’t have a choice to have this mindset! What would you know about me? You’re just a poor waitress working a minimum wage job. You couldn’t possibly know my place as a future CEO.”

Chaerin glared at him and stood up, “Never mind. I’m sorry I tried to help. You obviously deserve everything coming at you.”

She rushed to the back of the shop and took a deep breath, finding herself shaking from his words. They hurt a lot more than they should have. She didn’t even know him! His words shouldn’t have meant anything to her.

She took a few minutes to calm down before she heard the sound of the door opening, and she put on a brave face to greet the customer.

On the other side of the coffee shop was Jungkook, sitting in his seat in fumes. He was unnecessarily mad, which caused him to scare that poor girl away. He watched her smile at the customer who was ordering and turn around to make their order. He shouldn’t have yelled at her, but she was being nosy.

“That’ll be $3.95,” she said to the customer as they handed her a five and told her to keep the change. They took their fix and exited, and once again it was just the two of them in the store. He thought about saying sorry, but his pride was telling him it wasn’t worth it. He’d probably never see her again, anyway.

***

“I think I found a girl that might be worth while,” Jimin smiled and held up a picture of a blonde girl. She was good looking and her figure was amazing, and Jungkook told him to continue, “She’s an aspiring actress. She told me she’s played some minor roles in some lesser known dramas, but she’s scheduled to appear in a new one that’s supposed to be huge.”

“Oh?” Jungkook sounded interested, “How’d you find her?”

“My sister told me about her. She’s a director, you know? She told me she was good actor and that she could be big in Korea one day.” Jimin looked really proud in his discovery, but Jungkook was a little skeptical.

“But what if she gets offers to travel?” he asked, “We’d hardly be together. She’d be in the news and everything about our lives would be public. I don’t know about going after someone like her.”

“Oh come on, Jungkook!” Taehyung cried, “She’s literally perfect! She could adjust to any life! Why don’t you just try meeting her?”

He took a deep breath and just shook his head, “I don’t think it’s a good idea guys…”

“I’m setting up a date anyway,” Jimin stated, “You need to start finding someone now if you’re gonna get them to marry you. I know she’d like you because who wouldn’t? You look amazing.”

“But looks aren’t everything. It’d be nice if someone liked me for my personality, too.”

“Well if she never meets you then she would never know if she likes your personality or not.” Taehyung frowned, “And with your current attitude, you’d be lucky if a girl liked you based on your personality.”

Jungkook glared at him as he got up from his seat, “I’m going somewhere else. Don’t follow me, okay? I need to think this over.”

The two of them nodded and let him walk off, feeling even more frustrated with their friend. ***

“Look Jungkook,” Jimin sighed as he grabbed a drink from the fridge. He had called Jungkook and asked him to come over that night to seriously talk about what happened earlier, “I’m really sorry I pushed a little hard on you about that girl, but I just want you to find someone. I know you want to become CEO, and something like this shouldn’t stand in your way…”

“I understand,” Jungkook was sitting at the bar in Jimin’s kitchen, just watching Jimin lean against the wall and open the drink, “I just don’t want you guys to feel like you have to find girls that are really popular… That would just complicate things, and it sounds really unappealing.”

“I know... “ Jimin trailed off, “I just thought you might like her since she seems really cool... And she’s hot.”

“Well…” Jungkook felt a smile creep on his face, laughing at what Jimin said, “I never said she wasn’t, I just feel like having an actress as a wife could be incredibly difficult.”

“I guess so,” Jimin nodded, “But it doesn’t change that she’s a choice. If you change your mind I could always give you her number…”

Jungkook just continued grinning as he looked down at the table. For such a bad situation, he feels like the reality hasn’t totally set in yet.

Once it does, it’s going to be a rude wake up call.

***

It had been about a week since he had last stepped into the coffee shop, which wasn’t abnormal. Him and the other guys hardly ever went there anyway. Today was a little different than usual mornings, so he found himself at the shop. It hadn’t occurred to him that he had offended the waitress there until he saw her eyes lock onto his. Her expression immediately turned sour as she looked at him, but he tried his best to ignore her.

Now that he’s thought about it, this should be a good opportunity to try to clean up his attitude and the mess it left behind. If he left this girl out there with a bad impression of him in two seconds, how is he supposed to find a wife in such a small amount of time? He’s short a week from 6 months, and he feels like he’s made no progress at all. He really hasn’t made any progress at all.

“Hello,” he bowed his head to the girl as her expression stayed sour. He felt a sigh escape his lips as her eyes watched him carefully. “I wanted to apologized for yelling at you a week ago. That was rude of me, and I was hoping you could forgive me?”

The girl’s harsh look shifted to unsure as she continued to watch him. It was like she was waiting for him to pull something she wasn’t expecting, but he just continued to wait for her to answer. After about a minute, she let down her guard and sighed through her nose.

“Despite how rude you were, it is respectful that you apologized. I accept the apology.” she nodded, and Jungkook smiled in response.

“Great! I’m Jungkook by the way,” he smiled in a flirtatious way at her, but it didn’t seem to take effect on her. He was surprised by it, honestly, but he didn’t let that get to him.

“I’m Chaerin,” she nodded, sending a small smile back at him. She didn’t want to seem like she was nervous at the fact that he seemed to be flirting with her, so she acted like she didn’t even notice.

“Also, I would like to order some coffee if you promise me you won’t spit in it.” he joked, feeling satisfied when a laugh escaped her mouth.

She wished she didn’t laugh since he obviously saw it as some kind of victory, but it was too late for that. A smile was growing on her face the more she thought about it. “I have never spit in someone’s coffee, so I don’t plan to start today.”

“That’s good,” he laughed, leaning on the counter and resting his chin in the palm of his hand, “I’ll have a mocha latte with extra whipped cream, please.”

“Coming right up!” she gave him a thumbs up and turned around to send the order to the back kitchen.

Jungkook watched as she called back to whoever was in the kitchen to tell them the order that he wanted. She had such a soft voice and such a sweet smile.

You know… she could be really useful if I could get her to help me… Jungkook thought as she turned around and sent him a small smile.

“That’ll be $3.95,” she said to him as he handed her a five dollar bill.

“Keep the change,” he said, thinking back on the customer she had been talking to when he was watching her the other day. She seemed surprised, but she thanked him with a small bow and told him it would be out in a minute or so.

By the time you finish reading this, the second part should be out! I wish I could update the story all at once, but for tonight, I’m only posting two parts x3

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Knives (TH x Reader feat JK)

Edit June 2020: So this started out as a oneshot that I turned into a series, but I’ve now changed it back onto a oneshot. Discontinuing a story always sucks, but since this was originally a one-off, I thought I would just return it to it’s original glory. Sorry to anyone who was enjoying the series :(

A/N: This request is so long overdue that I feel bad but I think it’s worth the wait?? When I started the story I thought it was mediocre, but I fell in love with it once I sat down to try and finish it. Please cry with me.

Request: Can you do a fanfic where you and Jungkook are engaged and on your anniversary he cheats with your sister and you go to Tae for comfort?

Summary: It was never a good feeling to realize that someone has been cheating on you, but to find out that it was my sister that he was cheating with was crushing. Thank God for Taehyung, because I wasn’t sure how I would get through this without him.

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My breathing had felt a little irregular today ever since I woke up this morning. It was my anniversary with my fiance; an occasion that was usually happy. I had been with him for four years and engaged to him for one, so nothing should be causing me to feel this anxious.

I just couldn’t forget the unfamiliar smell on his clothes as I was doing our laundry. It was a perfume I didn’t own, but I was surely overreacting. He has a sister who he talks to regularly, as do I. He might have been hanging with one of our sisters or something. Nothing to be worried about.

“Hey,” his voice caused me to jump as I threw his shirt into the laundry, “Don’t forget that tonight you’re supposed to wear the lingerie I got you.”

His arms snaked around my waist as I smelled his familiar cologne. That’s what his shirt should have smelled like. It shouldn’t have smelled like peaches.

“Of course, Kookie,” I smiled and looked back at him. He played with the ring on my finger before pulling his arms from around me. He gave me a short kiss on the lips and turned to head out of the room.

I felt very uneasy for the rest of the day. I was second guessing everything around me; I was doubting his “mandatory meeting” that he said was today. It was the only reason I was spending our anniversary with his friend Taehyung instead of my fiance.

“Peaches, Tae,” I opened the can of Dr. Pepper in my hand before I held it out to him. I had Jungkook’s shirt laying on our coffee table as a skeptical Taehyung sniffed it. “I don’t even like the smell of peaches. This is not from me.”

He just laid the shirt back on the table and took a sip of the can I just handed him. “Do you know who he works with? Any females?”

I swallowed and shrugged, taking a seat next to him. He was giving me a concerned look that made me feel all the more paranoid.

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t do that to me. We’re supposed to get married once we agree on a wedding date…” I trailed off as my eyes started to form tears. Everything he’d ever said and done to me was now being analyzed by my brain, and it was too much to handle.

“You know, I’m calling up my sister,” I mumbled as Taehyung patted my leg for comfort. His touch was very reassuring to my furiously beating heart, but my mind was still on fire.

The phone rang several times before she actually picked up. I was just happy she actually picked up the phone. Sometimes when I needed boy advice from her, she was always unavailable.

“Hey Ren!” I tried to sound like I wasn’t freaking out on the inside.

“Hey, Y/N,” she took a deep breath into the phone, “What advice do you need now? If he doesn’t think your moves are sexy by now, he probably never will.”

I tried to laugh off her remark, but she didn’t laugh with me. “I just really need your advice. Jungkook’s shirt from yesterday smells like a peach perfume, but I don’t have anything that smells like that.”

“So you’re paranoid?” now she was laughing, but I didn’t find this funny at all. For the first time in all of our relationship, Jungkook has shown signs of secrecy, and now he smells like another girl.

“It’s not funny, Ren,” I swallowed and looked over to Taehyung. He was smelling the shirt with a fixated look on his face. It was almost like he was figuring something out, which excited me to see.

“Okay, let me ease your suspicions. Jungkook and I ran into each other yesterday and I hugged him. It’s my perfume that you smell.”

“Thank God,” I spoke as her words let me unwind. I felt all my muscles relax at her words as a genuine smile was placed on my face. “I was seriously worried. You know, he’s been very distant with me the past few weeks. It’s good to know he wasn’t doing anything behind my back.”

“Yeah, look Y/N, I’m a little busy with stuff-”

It was then that the sound of a door opening was sent through the phone. Ren hissed something that was hard to figure out as a man’s voice was sent through the receiver.

“Hey Ren, I brought some wine from work-”

Some shushing could be heard coming from my sister as I could feel my muscles go rigid once more. Every fiber of my being was now on edge as my brain tried to deny what my ears were telling me.

“Renhi,” I spoke, but before I could say another word, she cut me off.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’ve gotta go. Kids can’t babysit themselves!”

The line went dead as I balled up my fist, fingernails digging into my skin.

“Babysitting with wine? Like hell...”

Taehyung turned to me, but I sprang up from the couch before he could even think about it.

“Y/N, is everything alright?”

I grabbed my purse and slipped on some tennis shoes I kept by the door. Taehyung’s keys were laying in the place where Jungkook normally kept his, and I grabbed them without even thinking.

“You’re driving me to my sister’s.”

::

Taehyung was begging me to say something the whole ride to my sister’s, but my mind was blank. If a thought crossed through my mind, my heart fought it away. My body was having a fight with itself, and all that was left was my shell being knocked around by Taehyung’s car.

“We’re here,” his hand rested on my thigh as I placed my cold hand on top of his. My eyes scanned the parking lot of the complex, hand shivering in Taehyung’s.

I was just trying to get rid of the doubts in my mind. I didn’t think I would see anything. I didn’t think that Jungkook had really ditched me on our anniversary to have wine with my married sister. It was impossible.

My free hand grabbed my phone as I searched through my phone for Jungkook’s contact. I was wrong. I was just being paranoid. It’s not just Jungkook that drives a red 2015 Toyota Camry…

“Hey Y/N! You caught me right before the meeting,” he sounded so cheery which made it all the more unsettling.

“Meeting?” I swallowed and decided to play on with his charade, “Will there be wine at this meeting? Pretty girls? An apartment complex?”

The line was silent for way too long as my cold hands were now like ice. Even the hand Taehyung was trying to keep warm was frozen. Why was he being so quiet? This is when he laughs and proves my suspicions wrong. He wouldn’t cheat on me, not after everything we’d been through together.

“That would be a weird meeting,” was all he said after the long pause. I felt my heart harden as he took a deep breath, “It’s just a normal office meeting. I’ll see you at home tonight, okay babe?”

“Okay,” I nodded and felt tears sting in my eyes, “Tell the kids I said hi.”

“What?” Jungkook didn’t hesitate to answer to those words. I could hear panic in his voice as my heart felt it was a victory. “What kids? Who’s kids? Is everything okay?”

It took me a few seconds to understand what exactly he was thinking I meant when I said what I did. I simply was referring to the kids at Ren’s apartment even though there clearly weren’t any…

But a broken and bitter smile appeared on my face as his panic was apparent.

“Yours.”

I hung up the phone before he could say a word, and I was left in a silent car with a confused Taehyung sitting next to me. I didn’t doubt that he was piecing everything together, especially when we both spotted Jungkook running out of the very apartment that I was afraid he was in.

“Taehyung, take me home,” I spoke as Jungkook ran down the stairs of the complex and headed to his car, “Yours, not mine. I’ll get my stuff when I know he won’t be home.”

He complied with my demands as he let go of my cold hand to put the car in reverse. We were out of the area and at Taehyung’s place in less than five minutes, but I wasn’t ready to get out of the car. I wasn’t ready to completely accept the fact that the chances of Jungkook cheating on me with my sister were higher than his chances of marrying me.

“Y/N…” Taehyung’s hand grabbed mine after a full minute of silence. I tried to get him to head inside, but he refused. He wouldn’t let go of my hand even if I threatened him.

“It’s not good for you to think about it,” he was soft and quiet as my heart broke all over again. I couldn’t help but be reminded that all the sweet nothings Jungkook had said to me weren’t sweet nothings. They were just nothing.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry… I-” I hiccuped from the tears that began flowing down my face. My unmoving self had now turned into a blubbering mess, and Taehyung was caught in the middle of it.

Was it unfair to drag Jungkook’s best friend into this? Sure Taehyung and I are really close as well, but Jungkook was friends with him first.

Even as I thought of other people I could try and call to comfort me and give me a place to stay, I realized this was all I had. My other options were Jungkook’s sister or mine.

And my sister was the cause of all of this to begin with.

I looked over at Taehyung and his eyes caught hold of my wet and watery ones. My makeup was running and my lip was quivering like never before. His eyes never changed from being soft and comforting as his free hand reached up to wipe what he could of my tears. He didn’t try and push me to say or do anything as we sat there in the car, frozen in time.

His touch put my heart at ease as my tears calmed down slightly. He leaned in to place a soft kiss on my forehead as my eyes closed. He tried to pull his lips off my skin, but I leaned into him to savor the moment. Every bit of his skin on mine was calming me down, making me forget about my worries. He was like alcohol for my system except without the embarrassing videos and horrible hangovers.

“If we go inside, will you just hold me in your arms?”

It was a strange thing to request of him, but he didn’t protest. I think he was just happy that I was going inside after what felt like ages of sitting in the car.

The inside of his place was just like I remembered it when Jungkook and I last came to visit. It was supposed to be the two of us and Taehyung with his new girl. When we showed up that night, there was no girl. She broke up with him the night before, and he didn’t have the heart to cancel the plans. He told us that he needed us to be there for him.

And now it was just the two of us. No Jungkook.

My heart hurt at the thought of his name. His face was getting permanently burned into my eyes, but I didn’t want to think about him.

I quit admiring the place I hadn’t seen in so long as I pulled Taehyung to the couch and sat us both down. He seemed to feel a little reluctant or uncomfortable once we were sitting on the couch. We were sitting closer to each other than we had ever been.

He switched on the TV as I made myself at home in his arms. His right arm was wrapped around me as I leaned into his chest. His heat and heartbeat seemed to put me at ease, and his smell filled my nose more than any other smell. I didn’t bother looking to see his facial expressions to everything that I was doing, but I was sure that he was fine. He was still my friend, and he used to tell me that he would be willing to do anything for me.

Even if this was crossing a boundary, I was willing to deal with the repercussions. I’d never felt more comforted just by someone’s touch. I didn’t even have time to think of Jungkook and our fake children as I laid in Taehyung’s arms and counted the freckles on his arms. His heartbeat lulled me to close my eyes and relax my shoulders. I moved my right hand to find his left hand, and without saying a word, I intertwined my finger’s with his. His heartbeat jumped slightly at the contact as the beating was a little faster than it previously was. He didn’t seem to have a problem with the gesture, though, because he just tightened his grip on my hand for a few seconds. It was like a reassuring squeeze.

“You should sleep,” he whispered into my ear as a shiver was sent through my body. I smiled and nodded with my eyes closed, but the feeling of my phone vibrating in my pocket scared me awake slightly.

Without warning, Taehyung reached into my back pocket and took my phone out, turning it off before letting me see what was sent.

“It’s not good to read any of his or her messages. Right now it’s just about you and me and resting for a little while.” he nodded as I didn’t protest. I couldn’t say that I was willing to protest too much to him. He was so soft about everything and it made it hard to refuse what he was saying.

With another little nod and a small smile, I closed my eyes and settled into the arms of my fiance’s best friend. The only thing keeping me awake was the thought of how Taehyung’s arms felt more comforting than Jungkook’s arms ever felt.

::

By the time I woke up, Taehyung was long gone. I opened my eyes slightly and sat up from the position that Taehyung had laid me down in. I could hear him in the kitchen when he closed the fridge, and I took a deep breath. I wished that I didn’t remember the events that led me to this situation, but as Taehyung walked into the living room, it hit me all at once.

Jungkook followed behind him into the living room as I felt myself involuntarily tense. I curled my knees into myself as Taehyung sent me a sorry look. I didn’t have the energy to be mad at him. All my negative energy was being sent to Jungkook.

I didn’t dare look in Jungkook’s eyes as he sat very close to me. The couch suddenly felt very suffocating as his eyes stayed glued to me. I could almost feel his worry, and that alone made me sick to my stomach.

He’s just here because he thinks I’m pregnant. I kind of wished I hadn’t lead him to believe that… it just hurts more not knowing if he would feel the same kind of regret if I hadn’t lied.

“How long have you known?” his voice sounded tired and worried as I felt my nausea double. He’s only here because of my lie. There was nothing to convince me otherwise.

I didn’t bother responding as I rested my forehead on my knees. I felt like shriveling up into nothing as I felt Jungkook’s hand on my shin. His touch had changed from the comforting and heart racing feeling. It was now a burning sensation deep in my chest, and I felt like I was being violated by the simple action.

“God, Y/N… I feel like an asshole,” he gulped and moved his hand up and down. There was no more sense of comfort; just an agonizing, heartbreaking ache. I was dying to shove his hand off, but I didn’t have the strength to. I didn’t want him to roughly grab me if I grew violent with him.

He’s only saying that. My heart was barely keeping up as my brain continued to think a million heartbreaking thoughts.

“I can’t tell you how God damn sorry I am,” he continued to talk as I felt my pain worsening. I keep thinking that I couldn’t feel any worse, but with every word he says, the pain finds a way to become more intolerable. “I swear that it didn’t happen often. It was just a time or two-”

“Stop,” I snapped as my voice spoke before my brain had the chance to filter anything, “Just stop talking Jungkook. You’re making everything worse.”

He moved his hand to my arm as tears immediately began pouring from my eyes. Everything just wouldn’t stop hurting.

I shoved his hand off as I shrunk even more into myself. I was already gasping for air from the tears that were pouring from my eyes, and I didn’t dare look up. Seeing his face any more than I had to would stop my heart for sure.

“I just want to make this work,” he spoke in a gentle voice as I balled up my fists, “We just need to set a wedding date and have some counseling and everything will be fine-”

I couldn’t take it anymore as I stood up from the couch and moved away from Jungkook. I didn’t look his way, but I looked to Taehyung with a slight glare. It was half hearted because it was all I could muster through the tears, “Why did you let him in?”

I didn’t give Taehyung a chance to respond as I rushed off to Taehyung’s room. Jungkook was quick to rush after me, which was more than terrifying to me. I knew he would have no problem catching me before I could close and lock the door.

I grabbed onto the wall as I tried to make a quick turn, but Jungkook not only had a speed advantage, but he had his shoes on to keep him stable. His arms were around my torso before I could officially get around the corner, and I felt myself fall limp in his arms. It just kept getting worse and worse and worse and so much worse.

He fell to the floor with me as he pulled me to sit in his lap. He was trying to comfort me with his touch as he placed a kiss to the top of my head. Tears didn’t fail to blur my vision as I kept gasping for air. I couldn’t keep up with what was tears and what was snot as I just wiped my face into my shirt and kept it to cover my face from his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke into my ear as I started to squirm away from him. He was much much stronger than me, and once I started to try and push him away, he just pulled me back into his arms.

“Jungkook, just let me go,” I begged, but he shook his head against my back.

“No, I can’t let you go,” he spoke against me as I continued to try and get away from him, “You can hit me and scream at me all you want over what I’ve done. I’m not trying to defend myself, but I’m begging you to forgive me.”

“Jungkook,” my voice rose a little as he just shook his head.

“I love you, Y/N. I can’t let you raise our child on your own. I want to be there for you and our child-”

“Jungkook, I’m not pregnant.”

He grew still against me as I felt his grip on me loosen. Everything he did was just adding and adding to the stabbing pains in my heart. I couldn’t help but think that this was all over the fake baby… He didn’t actually truly mean all of those words, he only meant them if I was pregnant.

I was able to fight my way out of his arms as I continued my march to Taehyung’s room. Every step I took added more resentment toward him as I wiped the tears off my face. As I got to the entrance of the room, I willed myself to turn around and look at Jungkook in the eyes. Worry, sorrow, and pain were all I could see in him, but I was already at my max of how incredibly horrible I could feel. It was like I was building a wall around myself without even realizing it.

“You only want all those things if I’m pregnant. Please stop wasting my time.”

I stepped inside and felt my heart jump as Jungkook started getting up off the floor. I saw him starting to run in my direction as I quickly slipped into the room and locked the door. I heard him slam against the door as his voice started to cry out to me.

I felt my tears pouring from my eyes, wetting my face that I had just wiped off. Every time he beat his fist against the door was another stab. All the stabs were starting to feel the same, and dare I say that they were starting to feel normal. I was starting to get used to it. It was like I was Jungkook’s target for knife practice, and I was becoming okay with it.

“Y/N, please,” I could hear him sniff as another knife was thrown, “It was an accident. It only happened three times.”

There went another one.

“She asked me how things were in bed with you because you always ask her for advice. I told her that you were getting better, and she offered to show me what it would feel like if you could actually pull them off.”

That one felt more like ten different knife wounds, but who’s counting at this point? My whole heart was practically made of knives at the moment.

“I gave in to her but I’ve felt so terrible about it. I was going over there today to tell her that it was wrong for us to be doing that to you. I asked her to forget about everything. I was ready to go home and talk about setting a wedding date with you.”

I laid on Taehyung’s bed as Jungkook continued to break my heart through the door. He wouldn’t stop talking as my tears were becoming sobs. I wanted to open the door and just forgive him, but life just wasn’t that simple. Even if I forgave him, I could never feel the same. He’s broken me beyond repair to ever be able to truly love him again. I was afraid that I wouldn’t even be able to love anyone again.

“I want to get married to you, I want to have kids with you, Y/N! I want to spend the rest of my life by your side-”

“Jungkook, please stop,” I called out through my pitiful sobs, “It’s not going to happen. I’ll never be able to forgive you. Your presence and your touch are just painful to me now, and I don’t think that will change.”

My words seemed to render him speechless. He quit beating on the door, and all I could hear from his side were sniffs. I curled myself into a ball as I hugged one of Taehyung’s pillows into my stomach. I buried my face into it and tried to fill all my senses with Taehyung instead of Jungkook.

“...Could you please open the door? I don’t want things to end this way,” he pitifully asked through the door as I let out a broken and sob filled laugh. Once the laugh started, I couldn’t get it to stop. I was afraid that I had finally gone insane as I just sat with my face in Taehyung’s pillow, both crying and laughing so hard that I could barely breath. I started to cough as I choked on some of the snot that had built up in my system, but I was just thankful that I quit laughing.

“Things are ending this way. I’m sorry Jungkook. Just leave me alone.”

My words once again rendered him speechless, but he beat his fist onto the door. I felt myself jump at the action as I heard his soft sobs through the door. From the sound of it, he was just as broken as I felt.

All the knives that were stabbed into me were suddenly pushed deeper as I felt my breathing become irregular. My feelings for Jungkook were crying out for me to just unlock the door and hug him to me, but I couldn’t. This just wasn’t a fairytale…

“Why’d you go to Taehyung of all people…” he sobbed into the door as I tried to ignore him, “Am I going to lose both my best friend and the love of my life all at once?”

I just continued to cry as he sniffed and hit his fist against the door again.

“I’m such an asshole, but do I really deserve to lose both of you?”

I didn’t respond to his words, but I was surprised to hear Taehyung’s voice answer for me.

“Yeah, you kind of do.”

The air was completely silent after he spoke, and I felt my heart remove a few of the knives. I had almost forgotten that Taehyung was even here.

I heard rampant footsteps moving away from the door as I realized Jungkook was moving away from the only exit I had. I sat up, suddenly very alert of what was going on outside the room.

A sound of flesh colliding with flesh was heard as my eyes widened and my feet flew to the door. I swung the now unlocked door open as I saw Taehyung holding his face with both of his hands. Thank God Jungkook just punched him in the eye and not the nose. If he had broken his nose, I think I would have lost my mind having to go to the hospital right now.

“Jungkook what the hell?” I spoke as he looked back at me. He was crying as he looked at me with rage in his eyes. He looked very unstable, and for once, I was actually scared of him and what he might do to me. I was ready to run back into Taehyung’s room if Jungkook took one more step closer.

“I knew you weren’t just nice to her because she’s my fiance,” he turned back to Taehyung as Taehyung took one step away from Jungkook, “You like her more than you like me. I always knew… but thank you for confirming it. I guess bros over hoes doesn’t apply to you.”

“Jungkook, please leave,” he spoke as he took another step back. Instead of charging for him like I was afraid he was doing, he just ran past Taehyung and toward the front door. His keys sounded through my mind as the door opened and closed before I had a chance to breathe again.

It was the end of my fairytale life with Jungkook and the beginning of the real world. I was completely and utterly terrified of what life had for me after this.

::

Taehyung was more that welcome to have me move into his place after I had found the time to pack all my stuff from Jungkook and my old place. I moved into the room next to his and he was good to leave me alone for a few days.

It took me a good two months before I was finally able to smile and laugh with Taehyung again. He was patient with me when I would occasionally get upset, and he was very understanding of my feelings.

It wasn’t until a full year had past that I felt like I was truly getting over Jungkook. I had cut all contact with him since I gave him back the engagement ring he had given me once upon a time. I also didn’t speak to my sister ever again, even when she would try and call or text me. It all started with her, after all.

Taehyung was good about getting me to leave the house and do something, and he even convinced me to get a brand new job and a fresh start. He helped me study for a million different interviews and he was even willing to go out and help me find a new wardrobe to wear.

It wasn’t long before all traces of the person I used to be were just an element of the past.

Taehyung and I had decided to go grab some food as I agreed to actually go and sit down with him. Before, when I didn’t want to leave the house, I just asked him to pick it up to take home to me. I bet he was relieved that I was willing to finally go eat with him because he hated being cramped in his house all the time.

“I’m glad that you’re finally willing to come eat with me,” he said after we finished ordering, “I feel like I know all your orders, likes and dislikes because of how much food I’ve picked up for you.”

I just laughed and placed my hand on the table, “I’m sorry, but I’m feeling so much better. It’s like you lifted a weight off my shoulders. Like you pulled out all the knives stabbing my heart back then.”

He just sent me a soft smile as his hand rested on mine. I felt my breath shorten at the contact, but I didn’t dwell on it. I just continued to look at him and talk to him about my day and things I learned about my new coworkers.

“Thank you, Taehyung,” I felt myself saying after we finished laughing at a joke he made, “Thank you for being there for me all this time. For the longest time, I felt horrible for taking you away from Jungkook… but I’m feeling selfish now. I’d never let him take you back in a million years.”

Taehyung just laughed as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward a little bit.

“If I could make the choice over again, I’d still pick you,” he confessed as I felt my heart jump a little, “What he did was so inexcusable. I was mad at him almost as much as you were, if not more so.”

“Probably more so,” I shrugged, “I never really got mad at him, I was just upset. Anger was just a secondary emotion. To be honest, the angriest I’ve ever been at him was when he punched you that day.”

It felt weird to admit it, but Taehyung seemed interested in what I had just said. I had never actually admitted it out loud, but Taehyung’s heroisms were enough for my heart to grow attached to him. I was afraid that I would never love anyone again because of how Jungkook broke me, but I warmed up to Taehyung decently fast.

It only took a year and a half from Jungkook and I’s break up for me to realize that I had fallen in love with Taehyung. He was everything that I loved in Jungkook, but he was more honest and loving than Jungkook was. We aren’t even together and I felt more love from Taehyung than I had anyone else.

“You know…” Taehyung spoke as I snapped out of my thoughts, “I’ve been dying to talk to you about this for so long, but I’ve been afraid of what you’d say.”

I raised my eyebrows and I sat up a little straighter. He let out a small laugh at my eager look as I smiled with him.

“Jungkook mentioned that I liked you more than him back then… I had to commend him for being vague and not exposing me to you in that moment. I think he really did mean all the words he said that night, but the kid needed a wake up call. I think you gave that to him.”

I couldn’t help but feel just a little guilty about leaving Jungkook alone in the world. He may have deserved it, but I didn’t have any ill will toward him. I couldn’t help but hope that he had moved on in the world like I had with Taehyung.

I snapped back to the real world as I looked into Taehyung’s eyes, “What do you mean by exposing you?”

Taehyung took a deep breath and gave me a nervous smile, and I found it cute to see he was also a little embarrassed.

“I’ve liked you for… a very long time,” he confessed as my eyes widened, but I didn’t look away from his eyes, “I don’t know when I started liking you, but I never dared to act on it when you were with Jungkook.”

I felt a giggle in my throat as I placed my hand on the table face up for him to grab. He looked down at it and grabbed it with certainty before looking back into my eyes.

“I didn’t plan on ever telling you, but fate placed you in my care to nurse you back to the person that I fell in love with.”

I couldn’t help but smile and swallow down some emotional tears as I squeezed his hand. I felt paranoia fill my brain as one thought crossed my mind:

It felt like a fairytale.

But this time, it felt real. The fairytale I was in with Jungkook was a world full of oblivion and secrets, but this one felt real and genuine. He did, after all, stick with me through two agonizing years, and he refused to give up on me.

I felt a tear slip through as I looked down at our hands. He gave me a reassuring squeeze as I wiped away the tear with my free hand.

“I fell in love with you along this ride,” I spoke as my eyes locked onto his once more, “And I have no doubt in my mind about you. I have no fears or PTSD over the past relationship I had when it comes to you. I trust you with my life.”

His smile matched mine as our waiter finally came to the table with our food. I laughed as Taehyung listed off my order along with the waiter who seemed very confused on why he had done that.

As I picked up my fork and stabbed it into my food, I found my eyes trailing to someone past Taehyung. I didn’t let my mind dwell on how much of a coincidence it was that Jungkook ended up at the same restaurant as us on my first night eating out again with Taehyung. I felt my heart jump at the sight of him in the distance, and when I noticed that he was with some friends he had made in the past two years, I smiled. He seemed to be having a good time, smiling and laughing. I couldn’t help but smile with him up until his eyes locked onto mine.

I saw him freeze in his seat as our eyes made contact, and I kept telling myself to look away. I was terrified that he would start feeling worse seeing not only me, but also Taehyung out and holding hands with smiles on our faces.

Taehyung seemed to notice that I was focused on someone behind him as he glanced over his shoulder and saw Jungkook looking at us.

It took a few seconds before Jungkook even moved after seeing us, and once he did, he sent the two of us a genuine smile. Relief rushed through me as I smiled and waved at him, thanking the heavens that he seemed to have gotten over the situation.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung spoke as he looked back at me, but I just smiled and squeezed his hand.

“I’m just happy that everyone ended up happy,” I answered before letting go of Taehyung’s hand and chewing on the food I just placed into my mouth. Jungkook went back to talking to his two friends about something before looking back over at me every once and a while. Part of me hoped that he would walk over to the two of us and say hi, but as he and his friends got up and walked out of the building, I accepted what I got.

Taehyung walked off to pay as I headed outside the building to get some fresh air. It had seemed like forever since I had actually gone out and done things other than work, and it felt great to finally live again.

I stretched my arms out to pop a few of my bones, and as I did so, I felt my hand knock into someone. I looked over to them and was about to apologize, but I stopped short when my eyes met Jungkook’s soft ones.

I couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy as my eyes looked into his. Some old feelings were starting to come back, and I couldn’t lie, it was scaring me.

“Hey. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

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A/N: AHH OMG THIS STORY BROKE MY HEART YOU GUYS. I have been trying to finish this request for so freaking long and now that it’s over I feel so sad. I wanted to end it sad, but I just left it open for people to scream at me and hate me because I hate myself a little right now ahhhHHHH

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His Motivation (Doctor!Taehyung x Reader)

So this is the fastest I’ve ever finished a request omg. I saw the request in my inbox and I got this idea and it wouldn’t leave my head. I spent a good few hours of my day writing this and I’m proud of it for the most part!

Request: Taehyung fluff+drama/ Doctor AU

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It had been a few years since medical school was officially over; full of excruciatingly long classes and difficult teachers that made Taehyung want to pull his hair out. Every time he thinks back to his school years, he can’t help but be relieved that they were over. It was a miracle that he pulled it through all that school, and every time he thought about it, the weirder it felt.

He didn’t have a clear reason on why he wanted to become a doctor in the first place. It was never his dream and he always thought it to be a waste of money to go to school for that long. The pay off was great, but he wasn’t a patient person. The thought of going through 8 more years of school after getting out of 12 years of school was self torture.

Something in his heart changed during his junior year of high school, and he couldn’t find the exact pin point. Home life had become hard, and his brothers were never around anymore because they had already graduated and run off to college. His mom was in perfect health, but his dad had been diagnosed with testicular cancer in the middle of his junior year.

His oldest brother, Seokjin, had gone off to school to become a doctor while his other older brother, Namjoon, just went to get some basics before making a concrete decision. Neither of them had the opportunity to come home and visit very often, so Taehyung and his mom had to slowly watch their beloved family member die. Taehyung thought for a long time that his dad’s slow death was the reason he had decided to study medical, but now that he was through with school, he wasn’t sure.

It could have also been the fact that his oldest brother was passionate about becoming a doctor, and Taehyung enjoyed hearing him talk about all the things he was studying in his classes. They would call at least once a week for a good two years before Taehyung made his decision.

There was an underlying feeling in his gut that he knew perfectly well what had caused his perseverance during all the schooling. It was like something got lost in translation when he would try and transfer his feelings from his heart to his brain. There was only one other thing that Taehyung could guess would create this feeling.

That girl.

She was in his every class when the two of them first started medical school. She had taken to sitting near him since their schedules lined up almost perfectly, and he didn’t mind. She was an odd person to be interested in becoming a doctor; she was clumsy and forgetful, and a danger to herself just as much as she was to other people.

He couldn’t help but notice her determination when they would have lab projects and hands on activities. No one ever wanted to be her partner for anything because of her tendency to mess things up.

Naturally, Taehyung became her go-to partner, and he didn’t have the heart to reject her. During their first few, he felt like he was pulling the whole activity together single handedly. She would offer to help, but he refused it most of the time. If she had some part in it, he was afraid she would mess it up.

It didn’t take long for her to get fed up with being told to just watch, and she became very pushy about having a part in the activities. Taehyung refused at first, but it didn’t take long for her to worm her way into becoming involved more and more. It didn’t take long before he let her do her part in the process, and she was surprisingly fantastic at everything. Her previous clumsiness and forgetfulness seemed like a secondary personality when they would work together. Watching her work was more captivating than the actual work was.

She continued on with medical school alongside him, and their acquaintanceship slowly turned into a friendship. Soon they were planning their classes out together to stay in touch. They were always partners and they scheduled study dates all the time in the early years. School became a whole lot more fun than it had been previously.

It wasn’t until their fourth year that things started to change. His dad’s condition had become so much worse, and Taehyung started falling behind in school. He spent a lot of his time going home and being with his family, and school became a secondary priority. He was skipping more than he was attending, and he didn’t bother contacting her to tell her what had been going on. She sent him so many worried texts when he wouldn’t show up, and on days when he did, he didn’t talk to her.

It wasn’t long before she had given up on speaking to him anymore. The semester ended and they planned their classes on their own accord.

He had been slightly hoping that fate would put them in at least one class together, but from that year on, he never saw her again. She didn’t contact him and he didn’t have the heart to contact her. After a year and one too many drinks, he ended up deleting her contact out of drunken anger.

Once his dad’s suffering on earth finally ended, Taehyung felt like he was closing himself off from the world. School became his only focus, and he didn’t have the heart to really go out and do anything.

It took him a good year to finally feel like himself again. He met his current friends, Jungkook and Jimin, when he started attending a gym that was walking distance from his apartment. They would hang out all the time when he wasn’t in school or studying, and Taehyung finally felt like a person again.

He had chosen to forget about her and everything she was to him at that point in his life. He tried to forget her name and her face, and he felt like he could finally move on from her. He didn’t bother telling Jungkook or Jimin about her since he decided to put her in the past.

His residency soon ended as his career was officially taking off. A hospital not too far from his current living space accepted his application, and his long school years were finally coming to an end.

His first day at work was the following week, but he didn’t feel too nervous. The first few days of the job were a little stressful, but it didn’t take long for him to feel like he was in his place. He was slowly learning all the other nurses and doctors names and faces, but there was still so much for him to learn.

Most of his nights were late just like his residency had been, but he didn’t mind. He actually liked the feel of the hospital at night more so than during the day.

His long shift was finally coming to a close as he took a seat in the break room he had just learned about. It was small and filled with a few couches and comfortable chairs. It was exactly what he had needed after being on his feet all day.

Taehyung leaned his head back against the couch as he closed his eyes. He just needed to sit down for a little while before he got in his car and drove… he wasn’t planning on staying long. His muscles relaxed as he moved his right arm to rest on the arm rest next to him. The sounds of the drink machines around him didn’t even bother him as he took a deep breath. Laying there made him feel like he had never gotten to lay down in his life.

He could have fallen asleep if the door hadn’t opened and closed behind the person who dared interrupt his moment of serenity. He didn’t move except for opening his eyes to see who it was. It was a nurse he hadn’t met just yet, and he brought himself to sit up. She looked surprised to see him sitting there, and her eyes made him a little unsettled.

She was a little too familiar to his heart, and he dreaded to find out why. His heart once more was trying to talk to his brain, but something was warding it off. Her appearance was excruciatingly familiar, and his brain couldn’t figure out why. Did he know her name? Maybe they had met once throughout the past few years of his life.

It couldn’t have been who he was afraid it was. She was studying to be a doctor, not a nurse.

She took a few steps forward as their eyes stayed locked together. It was obvious that she knew him, but how did he know her?

“Taehyung…” she whispered as his heart leapt to his throat. She sounded just like he remembered… but how did he remember? Who is she?

His heart finally broke through when she conjured up a smile to send his way. His face heated up and he felt bashful just like in high school. Every moment he had ever spent with her flashed through him all in the course of a single moment, but he didn’t mind. Things were different now. He couldn’t even remember why he had shut her out in the first place.

“Y/N,” her name left his lips naturally as she moved to sit next to him. She seemed incredibly happy to see him, but she hid it well. Her eyes were lit up with all the excitement he had missed seeing as her hand dared to land on top of his.

“It’s been a while, huh? I guess you can tell that I kinda changed around,” she continued to smile as he could hear the maturity in her words. Her voice had grown just a little deeper, and her determined and focused attitude was stronger than he had ever seen it. Her bashfulness was almost nonexistent in that moment, like she had transferred those traits to him for the moment.

“You’re a nurse?” he asked as she just giggled. He didn’t know what else to say to her as she took a deep breath. She didn’t seem to have any sour feelings toward him which was more than comforting to him as she scooted closer. Her knees were pressed against his thigh as she excitedly bounced the couch a little bit.

“I switched to nursing classes after we quit talking. It just felt like a better fit for me, and God was I right,” her smile leaked onto his face as they shared a few laughs together. “You were nice to not crush my dreams early on.”

She continued smiling, but Taehyung felt his smile fade away. Did he just misunderstand her? Surely it wasn’t him that lead her to that decision. It didn’t take her long to notice his mood shift as she decided to elaborate.

“Going through school without you by my side just felt wrong. I felt like if I had to rely on you to be by my side all the time, I wasn’t going to make it much further.” Any tension her previous words had caused were chased away by her new words. His heart was back to beating happily as he moved his other hand to grab hers.

She looked down at their hands as Taehyung was searching for the right words to say. He wanted to apologize to her, explain to her all his behaviors, but she didn’t seem to have any ill feelings toward him. Her smile was just as bright as their school days, and even more so when his hand reached to cradle her face.

There was no doubt that she was his motivation to finish school. The underlying feeling of possibly getting to see her again in a fairy tale universe was how he survived the long and hard journey. It was his best bet to find her again, and here she was. All the wrongdoings he had on his shoulders didn’t matter; his frustrations, fears, and angers were secondary. Fate didn’t seem to mind that he had tried to push her away at one point in time, because she was real and just like he remembered her.

She moved her eyes to look into his as the word dimmed around them. All the outside noises were silenced as he stared into the eyes that he tried so hard to forget all those years ago. He was fooling himself to think that he could ever truly forget her.

He tried to will himself to pull away from her, but as she moved closer to him, his brain went blank. Her nose was pressed against his own with caution as she continued to look into his eyes. She was almost asking for permission as she put her free hand on his shoulder. Time started moving at a slower pace as his hand that was holding her’s let go, only to be placed on her hip. He had never gotten to feel her like he was right now, and knowing what he had been missing out on was driving his senses crazy. How had he lasted this long without her?

She was the one to lean all the way in as Taehyung felt his excitement levels skyrocket. His arm on her hip pushed her to sit in his lap as she giggled against his lips. Her lips were just as soft as they looked, and he could even smell the blueberry chapstick that she used to wear even back then. He could picture her pulling the stick out of her pocket and applying it religiously. He had made a point to tease her about it when he would see her do it.

Now that he was up close and personal with the smell of the chapstick, he definitely didn’t mind. The smell just added to his memories of her, and her incredibly captivating kisses were definitely the best one he now had. Her careful movements and soft touches were enough to drive him to want even more.

Her free hand had moved to his collarbone as her other moved to run through his hair. Her fingers gently brushed through his locks as a shiver ran down his spine in a rather violent movement. Her lips didn’t fail to turn up into a smile at the motion as she angled her head to deepen the kiss.

His movements became slightly more exaggerated as their lips clashed together in a beautiful fashion. He had taken to nibbling at her bottom lip when he noticed her shiver as he tried it the first time. Her bottom lip became his new obsession as he kissed her, making sure that her bottom lip was the one he was capturing. She seemed to notice as she tried to angle the kiss differently, but he was quick to change it back.

They could have easily sat there and kissed all night in the middle of the hospital break room, but some footsteps were quick to bring them back to reality. The footsteps continued on down the hallway, not even stepping into the break room, but she had already pulled away and jumped off just in case.

The following silence was surprisingly comfortable as Taehyung felt his phone going off in his pocket. He had just received a text from Jungkook asking about going for drinks in a few minutes. Taehyung was quick to decline as she didn’t fail to take a peek at his messages.

“I accidentally ended up deleting your number,” Taehyung had been surprised that those words weren’t coming from him as he looked to her, “I can’t tell you how many times I regretted not memorizing your number after I deleted it. The only thing I had to keep my hopes up about you was working together.”

Taehyung smiled and took a deep breath as he drank her in. It felt too much like a dream to be real, and if he was dreaming, he wanted to remember every feature on her face.

He looked back down at his phone as he opened his contacts and clicked on ‘new contact.’ She raised her eyebrows as he handed her his phone and let out a soft laugh. “I kind of did the same thing as you.”

A knowing smile flew on her face as she typed in her number and her name. Before she gave it back to him, she opened up the messages and pulled up her contact to send a new message. Without typing anything, she handed his phone back to him and pulled her phone out.

“Type whatever you want and send it so that I can save your number,” she spoke as Taehyung immediately started typing. It was only a matter of seconds before he sent the text and it appeared on the phone in her hand. Her smile didn’t falter as she looked at her screen, seeing the number that she had cried over not remembering. Her eyes moved to read the message as Taehyung reached over and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together.

02-312-XXXX I missed you.

I’m so tired omg. Gotta get back to writing because I’m on a roll xD

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Under the Covers

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Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Romance, Spy!AU, Action

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sexual intercourse (Drunk), guns and violence, birth (not too graphic), Character Death, Blood (Not really any gore). If I forgot anything please let me know!

Words: 23.4k 

Sorry I have been absent but please enjoy this spy!AU that’s been in my WIP forever and a half. Love you guys! ~ Jess

The day had been dull, hours ticking by slowly mocking you. You’d recently been put on probation because of irrational thinking out in the field... So, now you were working in the boring section of the office, filing papers and trying to be on your best behavior. 

It wasn’t your fault! 

Your partner was being a damn coward and wasn’t willing to take the shot! You had to or the damn criminal was going to get away with everything... You didn’t mean for an innocent to get caught in the crossfire.

Accidents happen, variables get scewed and people get hurt. But how many more would’ve been at risk if you hadn’t done what you did? At the end of the day somebody has to take the burden, and if it had to be you then so be it.

Although, being forced to live this life day to day was incredibly mundane... How did the office agents do it? Did they enjoy the monotone, unlively plane they were existing in? You were having a hard time believing that. Life was so short, why play it safe when you could lay everything on the line. Risk it all. 

You were a field agent from the International Espionage Agency, stationed in Seoul, South Korea at the moment. This is where you were receiving your punishment. The Seoul office was one of the calmest ones in the entire Agency. Some thought it was due to lack of talent, others thought it was due to the sheer drop in crime rates since the Agency was founded there. There was nothing to do, no one to fight. And not nearly enough booze.

A sweet desk assistant, Lisa, you think her name was, approached you. “Ma’am? Director Jin wishes to speak with you, if you’d follow me please?” she requested. You jumped at the chance for a change in scenery and followed behind her quickly. 

The clacking of keyboard keys resounded in your brain as you and Lisa meandered through the desks and identical office cubicles. People whose eyes were glued to their screens as if it were their last breath. You shuddered to think if this were to be the rest of your life. Had your blunder been that bad?

Lisa finally led you to a deep mahogany door that stood taller than you deemed necessary. However, interior decorating had never been your strong suit. She knocked softly, a deep come in followed. “Please enter,” she announced, opening the door for you. Awkwardly, you nodded your head before dipping inside of the room. The center of attention had never been your place. Much preferring to stick to the edge of walls and ducking behind counters and desks as bullets flew past your head was where you longed to be. 

The door shutting behind you made you jump slightly, before you stood face to desk with Kim Jin, Director of the Seoul Espionage Agency. 

“Sir,” you said, bowing in respect.

“Please, sit,” he offered, doing so himself. You moved to comply and seated yourself in the plush seat provided. Jin cleared his throat before pulling open a file.

“Sir, if I may be so bold, under what circumstances am I here?” you questioned, trying to look at the folder in his hands. 

A sharp clap echoed through the room that made your skin crawl in nerves. “You were sent here for punishment, am I correct in this statement?” he asked, already aware of the answer. 

“Yes, Sir,” you confirmed. 

“And why did you receive punishment?” he quizzed again, sounding like a school teacher scolding a disobedient child. 

“Because of poor thinking in the field as well as doing harm to an innocent,” you answered back. 

“Correct,” he doted. You tried to keep your grimace in check, although it was getting harder by the second. “So, after all of that. Do you feel that you have received a fair punishment? Being sent to, “the most uncharacteristically dull” agency?” he said, finally lifting his eyes to yours. His glare was so dark you couldn’t keep eye contact any longer.

“Sir, I-”

“No bullshit excuses D3!” he growled, using your rank against you. Designated 3rd rank was your official title given by the agency. Field operative in the highest order. You were surprised you hadn’t been demoted. “I don’t know why your main office sent you to me, but ever since you got here you’ve been nothing but an eyesore in my office,” Jin stated.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you offered lamely.

“If you were sorry then you’d actually do the work assigned to you. How many reports have you blown off or given to my other office workers, because you ‘don’t have the time’ for it? As I see it, you have plenty of time to fuck around on your phone or go out drinking in the afternoon? If you’re here on punishment, why are you acting as if you’re on a vacation?” he said, throwing pictures of your reckless behavior in your face. 

“I had to take that shot!” you defended. “If I hadn’t then the biggest drug lord in the Western Hemisphere would’ve walked right out of that damn store! I couldn’t let that chance go!” 

“You didn’t have to go through an innocent woman to get to him,” Jin growled dangerously. “You’re ten times smarter than that, I know you are. All of your testing shows me you knew better than that. You took the easy shot, not the best one,” he accused. 

“Where else was I supposed to shoot? Through my fucking knees? Sir, if there was another way I assure you that I would’ve found it!” 

“The door frame,” he stated. “It’s made out of a steel and titanium reinforced support system. It could’ve ricoheted and hit the target in the eye. No innocents harmed,” he stated, holding up the store blueprints you’d seen hundreds of times before that night. 

Fuck...

He was right. 

“What do you want me to do Sir? I can’t make it right, so what’s the point in rubbing my nose in it now?” you questioned, staring at the papers before you.

“I’m going a little off the rule book for you, considering how you are a special case indeed,” he stated. “Taehyung, you can come in now,” Jin announced.

The large doors opened to reveal a taller male, lithe frame and bronzed skin gracing him. His hair was a soft brown, gently billowing against the breeze the door created. You looked to him then back to Director Jin.

“Who is this, Sir?” you asked, peaking at the man he called Taehyung. 

“This, Y/N, is my best field agent Kim Taehyung,” Jin stated proudly.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, giving a small bow before lifting his gaze to Jin. “Hyung,” he greeted. 

“Sir, what does he have to do with me?” you questioned. 

“Listen,” he growled in a warning. You shrunk back into your seat before nodding. “You and Taehyung are to be partners in a new mission,” Jin explained. You couldn’t help the excitement that flooded through you. Finally, out of this fucking office and into the field again!

Jin must’ve noticed your excitement. “However, Taehyung will be taking the lead on this mission. You are to follow his orders to the letter, am I understood?” 

“Sir-” 

“Am I understood?” he asked darkly. You nodded numbly, not wanting to get into any further shit. “Good, Taehyung has already been briefed on this assignment. But a refresher won’t hurt you. Taehyung-ah,” Jin stated. Taehyung nodded in understanding and sat down in the chair next to you. 

You examined him closer and you were slightly stunned. He was rather beautiful to behold. His skin was smooth and seemed to glow in the sunlight. His hair appeared soft to the touch. Although he wore the signature D3 smirk. He knew he was better than you, and he planned on rubbing that in the whole time you two were partners. This was turning out to be more of a punishment than you originally believed.

“Are you aware of this man?” Jin questioned, setting a picture down on the desk in front of you. 

“Of course,” you stated. “That’s Zhao Feng Tong, White Snake of Chinese politics... But what does that have to do with our assignment?” you questioned. 

“Feng has been getting his mutts to attack Korean Intelligence forces. As well as some state side. The IEA requested that I assign my best man in taking him down. However, we are in need of cover. Your specialty is undercover work, is it not?” he asked, directing the question to you.

“Yes, Sir,” you responded. 

“Perfect, you see that is the only place my best man lacks. He has no cover. So, you are to become Taehyung’s cover,” Jin explained. You quirked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Excuse me, Sir, but how am I to do that?”

“Patience is a virtue, one you’re lacking my dear,” you silenced yourself yet again. “As I was saying, you are to be Taehyung’s cover. Feng has his claws deep within the local government of a small town out in the country. You and Taehyung are to be a newlywed couple that are just moving to the town in hopes of starting a family. Feng is known to come during election time, once he’s there you are to eliminate him. These people are very wary of newcomers. I expect you to play your role perfectly, Miss Y/N,” Jin stated. “Otherwise you will be released from the International Espionage Agency permanently.”

Married? To Kim Taehyung?

Oh fuck.

---

You woke the following week with a wedding ceremony to attend. Pictures and things of the like were necessary in order for the new home to be believable. Stories, memories things all newlywed couples had a plethora of.

Taehyung, however, seemed less than enthused. 

Something you’d learned quickly in the time you’d spend with Taehyung was that he didn’t play nicely with others. It was a common theme among D3’s, not enjoying partnership and just wanting to get the job done alone. However, this time your livelihood was resting on you performing well. And like fuck you were going to let that happen. 

You walked into Jin’s office that morning to be greeted by a very bored looking Taehyung. He was looking at his phone and Jin was typing on his computer. You cleared your throat to announce your arrival. Jin looked up and nodded at your arrival, Taehyung remained focused elsewhere.

“There’s the blushing bride, has Lisa contacted you about the photography and the shoots?” Jin asked, you nodded obediently, not wanting to get in trouble before your assignment had even started. 

“Yes, a car is waiting for Taehyung and I out in the lot. We’re going to get our wedding and engagement photos done today. As well as anything else you can think of that couples have,” you declared. Jin nodded in approval then clicked his tongue at Taehyung. 

“Tae, I expect you to be on your best behavior for Miss Y/N, this is her area of expertise. Play nice,” he warned. Taehyung nodded and stood up, placing his phone in his pocket. 

“Come on then, let’s get married.”

---

The day passed uneventfully, as did the following weeks. You’d been put through so many outfits and fake smiles that everything was simply exhausting. However, the real work was yet to begin. You were packing your clothes up. Some of them are worn in photo shoots to prevent suspicion. 

Your phone was removed and a new one took its place. Photos of you and Taehyung as well as simplistic snapshots every girl had on her phone. You were assuming Taehyung had been given a similar set up. 

Tomorrow, you were to move across the country with this man and live as his new wife, until election time... Which was almost four months away. Of course Feng would be around the town doing campaigning and things of the like, however, that wouldn’t be the time to strike. You’d have to be patient this time. Think things through. 

You can’t slip up again. Looking through the photos on your new device you found one of Taehyung that you had taken in the park where you were getting your wedding photos done. He’d found a wildflower that had peaked his interest for the time being and was admiring it. You took the opportunity to capture the moment, one where he wasn’t ignoring you or putting you down for negligence. He was simply existing in nature.

You made it your screensaver and shut the device off for the night. Turning your head to your nightstand you saw the glittering jewels of your wedding and engagement rings. The delicate silver and diamonds wove around simplistically. Nothing too extravagant, but enough to show you were spoken for. Taehyung also had a similar ring, just a touch understated. 

Images of the prior weeks of preparation made your stomach clench in nerves. You hadn’t been part of such a big operation that relied heavily on your trademarked skill in years. Would you still have what it took? Could Taehyung rely on you as Jin said he could?

These doubts were misplaced of course. You were you. An Designated 3rd Ranked Officer of the International Espionage Agency.

And you weren’t going to fail again.

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The morning sun blazed in your eyes as you and Taehyung drove through the countryside in silence. Your ring glittered in the sunlight as the roads wound on and became more treacherous. Taehyung had picked you up early, before the birds had even begun to sing, and definitely before you were willing to wake up. 

“Get up, we leave in ten minutes,” he said, throwing your pillow on the ground. You heard his footsteps receding into your living room. No doubt to collect the boxes you had placed there the night before. 

Taehyung was hard to get along with. A gruff exterior made it difficult to approach him and he held an air of superiority that was hard to breathe in. All in all, Taehyung really irritated you. 

He held your freedom over you like a stick and was quick to put you in your place. Sometimes more than necessary. During your wedding shoot, he’d pointed out that if his bride ever wore the dress you were wearing he’d leave them at the altar. That stung a bit seeing as how you had felt rather confident in the dress up until that point. 

The photos following his comment were unusable. 

For a top operative, he was a massive dick. 

Although, for the moment, he was silent. Focused on the road and not on you, which was preferable. 

Until he opened his Goddamn mouth. “I’m killing Feng,” he declared as he rounded a sharp corner. 

“I’m aware,” you sighed, looking out the window. 

“I don’t see why we have to go through this ridiculous game,” Taehyung said, looking at his ring with contempt. 

“Feng is a creature of caution. He’ll be on high alert during election season... We need to infiltrate now and make our presence less interesting than if we moved in a week before the election. We need patience,” you explained. 

“You’re one to talk about patience,” he sneered. You bit your lip harshly, not wanting to get into it with him right now. 

However, one prod can be too many. 

“I heard she died.”

Dead silent. 

“Pull over,” you breathed. 

“What?” he asked, straining to hear you. 

“I said pull the fucking car over!” you screamed. Taehyung jumped in his seat before doing as you asked. Before the moving truck had even come to a complete stop you opened the door and got out, stumbling slightly on the uneven ground. 

“Come on, are you really going to pitch a fit right now?” Taehyung asked, getting out of the driver’s seat to follow you.

“I don’t give a damn if they fire me, working with you is next to impossible. I didn’t know someone could be so egotistical and rude until I met you,” you growled, stomping down the road. 

“Where are you going? We’re miles from the nearest town,” Taehyung stated, standing with his arms crossed. 

“Perfect, maybe I’ll die out here and it’ll save Jin the trouble,” you glowered, walking closer to the guard rail of the road. The crunching gravel behind you signalled Taehyung’s approach. 

“Knock it off, we’ve got a job to do and I’m not leaving till it’s finished,” he said, grabbing your wrist. You turned quickly and faced him, cheeks red in anger.

“Then do it without me, you’re the one who said you could do this yourself. Money where your mouth is time, prove it.”

With that you yanked your wrist from his hands and kept moving down the road. “Jesus fuck you get on my nerves. Jin will be pissed if I show up to that house by myself. Come on Miss Undercover, get your ass back in the truck,” Taehyung stated. 

“No, Taehyung. I will not be getting my ass back in the truck, you can forget it!”

“Fine, you know what? Fine. I give up, you stuck up bitch. Walk to the next town for all I care,” he growled, heading back towards the truck.

“You are such an asshole!” you screamed, turning to start walking in the opposite direction...

When you slipped.

The gravel beneath your feet gave way as you began sliding underneath the guardrail. You were high in the mountains during this portion of the trip, and the roads weren’t well taken care of. 

Gravel ingrained new lacerations on your delicate flesh as you tried desperately to save yourself from the fall. Your calves were sticky with hot blood and dirt was clinging to the open wounds like a bacterial infested beauty.

Quickly, you latched onto the metal of the guardrail and attempted to pull yourself up. However, your wrist burned in the effort, scratched up due to your fall. The hot, sticky sensation of blood running down your arm made your hands slippery.

“Taehyung!” you screamed, hanging off of the weakened metal in fear. 

There was no response. Blood was pounding in your ears at the thought of death so close. You’d never feared it until now... Because now it was a possibility. 

“Taehyung, please!”

“Y/N?” Taehyung’s voice echoed in mild concern.

“Help me!”

The sound of dirt crunching at the approach of Taehyung’s footsteps sent relief through your veins. Taehyung’s face appeared before you as he wrapped his arms around your elbows and hauled you up onto the road. You were trembling in fear and exhaustion and Taehyung fell backwards, you on his chest. 

You hadn’t realized it before... But you were crying. 

“Fuck, your arm,” he said, sitting up. “Looks to be superficial, I think if we just-”

A loud sob broke through Taehyung’s sentence. His eyes went from your arm to your face as fat tears rolled down your cheeks. Suddenly you were crying loudly like a child, unable to stop. All the frustration and pent up emotions of the past months coming forward in the form of water flooding your eyes. 

Taehyung watched in shock as you broke down in front of him. “Hey, Y/N, are you hurt somewhere else? What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to figure out how to make you stop. 

“I-I ju-st-” and before you could finish your sentence cries won out. Taehyung looked at you quickly and confirmed that you weren’t injured anywhere else. Although you were still crying. 

“Hey, shh,” he soothed, wiping your cheeks with his sleeve. “We’re not getting anywhere like this,” he sighed, looking down at his knees. 

Eventually, your tears stopped and you were able to speak without cries interrupting your phrase. 

“I’m sorry, I went too far,” Taehyung said, wrapping your arm in a bandage. You swallowed hard as nodded in acceptance. “Allies?” he asked. You took his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

“Allies,” you confirmed.

---

You pulled up to your new house roughly three hours later. Taehyung and you had come to a mutual understanding.

Help me help you. 

You still weren’t particularly fond of him, but now working with him didn’t seem impossible. 

The place you were going to be calling home for the next few months stood before you. A modest house painted a pale yellow greeted you and Taehyung. The garden out front wasn’t thriving, but all wasn’t lost. Then the shutters had been painted a soft blue, complimenting the structure wonderfully. 

Maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad after all...

“Now, remember what we discussed,” you stated.

“Newlywed couples are very affectionate. We’re nice people, but cautious. Flirtatious but not disgustingly so. We are in love, first and foremost,” he repeated. 

“Wonderful,” you smiled before planting a kiss on his cheek. Taehyung nodded before getting out of the truck.

“Oh Tae, it’s amazing!” you yelped, looking at the house before you. 

“I’d certainly hope so,” he stated, coming to wrap an around around you comfortably. You leaned into his touch, looking at the house in its entirety. 

“Can we go inside?” you asked, looking at the key in his hands. 

“Of course babe,” he said, walking forwards and unlocking the door, but before you could walk in yourself, Taehyung wrapped his hand around your wrist. 

“What?” you asked, disappointed. 

“It’s bad luck for me not to carry you over the threshold,” he said, grinning. Your heart thudded for a moment. Taehyung’s boxy grin melted you, unprepared for the attack. 

“Hang on, I don’t know if I-wah!” you said as Taehyung lifted you into the air. Seeing some of the neighbors come out at the commotion you quieted down. Slowly, Taehyung carried you bridal style into the home. Your heart stuttered lightly as you crossed over the threshold. 

“Here you are,” he said, setting you down. You flushed pink and cleared your throat. 

“Alright, looks like we need to start getting the big furniture first, then we can worry about the decorations later,” you blabbed on. Taehyung watched you with muted interest, appearing to be caring however you knew there were probably fifty other things he’d rather be doing.

“Can’t we rest? I was just driving for over eight hours,” he whined, sitting on the floor in defiance. 

“You can sit all you’d like but I’m going to start bringing boxes in,” you stated, turning and heading towards the truck. 

You examined the perimeter when exiting the building. The neighbors that had come out of their house when you and Taehyung pulled up had since hurried back inside. Perhaps they were merely minding their own business or watching. This was a tight knit town. People didn’t move in nor did they move out. People stayed the same here, you’d be a large topic of conversation amongst these people. 

Taehyung walked up behind you and rested his head in the crook of your neck. “What do you see?” he asked. 

“Nothing much,” you announced, a smile on your face as if he just said something endearing. “I’m certain they are playing the waiting game. Seeing how interesting we are, how cautious they need to be. Push and pull, when they push we pull,” you stated. 

“I hate waiting games...”

“Get ready for four months of waiting.”

---

The night air blew through the home in slow waves. You watched as the street was lit with a flickering lamp roughly twenty feet away. No one had shown up at your abode, and you didn’t think they would for a while. 

This wasn’t an American sitcom where the new neighbors move in and everyone starts baking pies. This was a strategic move on the townspeople and Feng’s part. Allowing time for observations and possible encounters was a key part in the beginning stages of any sort of stake out/undercover mission. 

Feng was already suspicious. You didn’t have to know anything about his involvement in the town for that to be a solid fact. His most devout following, holed up in a small town now being invaded by outsiders? Background checks were no doubt in progress.

And they’d find exactly what you wanted. Lives painted like pictures in a story book. Rocky beginnings for Taehyung, where he grew up on the streets but was adopted into a good home and cared for until he met you in college. Love at first sight turned into marriage. And here you were, married, a home to call your own. No doubt children in the future. Perfect, but Taehyung’s dent was what made it less suspicious. A crime record thrown in for good luck. You having one parking ticket...

One you definitely refuted. 

Before the two of you had went to sleep you managed to get your mattress in your bedroom and Taehyung unpacked a box of dishes. Although the emotional day had taken its toll on the pair of you. Grabbing your sheets you made the bed and you and Taehyung collapsed down onto the mattress happily.

Although, the same nightmare kept running through your mind...

The day you made your mistake. 

The day you hurt an innocent. 

The very reason you were in this mission right now, was because you were impatient. You wanted the glory of taking down a criminal, not caring about the life that would be at risk because of your greed. That day haunted you...

You were sitting up in bed, looking over your phone to distract yourself. Cell reception wasn’t the greatest here so you’d settled for scrolling through pictures. Photos of you and friends that had been given names and assigned cell phones as well. A mother and father, a sibling for good measure. So many people strung in this elaborate web of lies. 

You fell on a photo you didn’t recognize. One of you, drinking coffee in the office. You looked flustered, stressed and not wholly interested in what you were doing. Your eyes wandered to Taehyung who was sleeping in the bed beside you. 

He seemed peaceful, which was impressive seeing as how you were struggling to catch an ounce of sleep. 

“If you keep staring I’m going to think you want something from me,” Taehyung murmured.

You flinched at his voice, but otherwise remained passive. No wonder he looked so peaceful.

“Can’t sleep either?” You asked, locking your phone and setting it on the floor. Your bed wasn’t on the frame yet and your bedside tables are still in the truck.

“I don’t sleep much no matter where I am,” he sighed, sitting up and rubbing his face. 

“It’s quiet here,” you announced, eyes casting over the moving truck in the front yard and for sale sign gone from the lawn. Taehyung lazily rested his head on your shoulder. You did your best to subtle the flinch from the unexpected contact. You had to get used to Taehyung’s displays of affection. People could be watching you at any moment.

“These people here are creepy, almost like they aren’t real,” he whispered. 

“We technically aren’t real either. Fake lives made for us like a script for a play,” you concluded. 

“But we’re using our real names, isn’t that a big taboo for this sort of work?” he asked. 

“Perhaps, but, you respond naturally to your own name. Even a variation of it, if I were to call you Kihyun or something, your response would look forced. Unnatural. But calling you Taehyung,” you said, looking at him. 

Subtly he tilted his head towards you, waiting for you to continue. He acknowledged his name without registering it in his brain. Something very common that a lot of people don’t notice. But, it’s easy to observe if you know what you’re looking for.

“Interesting notion,” Taehyung mused. 

“Pseudo-Science. Barely science,” you joked. Taehyung breathed a laugh before pulling you back down into bed with him. You squealed unattractively while struggling against his embrace. Taehyung hissed in disapproval.

“You know, I’ve never seen a new bride so unwilling to let her husband hold her,” he reprimanded.

“Perhaps if you played the role of a husband better, I wouldn’t be so unwilling,” you scoffed. Taehyung just rolled his eyes and kept you in his arms. 

“Just shut up and go to bed, before you give me a fucking headache,” he complained. 

“Good night Taehyung.”

---

The next morning you woke to the smell of coffee brewing. You got up and found the mattress empty beside you. Taehyung was already awake and the smell of food also alluded to his state of alert. You grabbed your robe from atop the boxed besides your mattress and pulled it on, heading towards the kitchen.

Taehyung stood next to the stove with two mismatching mugs and silverware that definitely didn’t belong together. 

“Don’t you dare bring out my mother’s nice ceramics for this,” you warned, smiling and wrapping your arms around him. Taehyung bumped your hip with his while handing you a mug. 

“I put creamer in it, I hope that’s alright,” he smiled. You nodded and took a sip, already warming up from the chill of the morning. 

“It’s awesome, thank you,” you sighed. “Fuck it’s going to suck getting the rest of our shit in here,” you whined. Taehyung’s eyes bulged at your vulgar tone. 

“Perhaps we could hold off on that for a while and eat breakfast?” he asked, holding a plate up for you. Quickly, you took it and hurried towards the island to eat. Taehyung laughed as you jumped up on the counter and used the built in appliance as your couch. 

“This is so good,” you moaned, licking your lips. The thick coating of grease from the bacon made your lips shiny and Taehyung found himself staring, despite not wanting to. You wiggled a little, bobbing your head back and forth while you ate. 

“You’re, like, dancing on our island,” Taehyung said, rubbing his face in disbelief. 

“Food is good, sometimes you just gotta dance with the good things in life. Like this bacon, deserves a quality head shimmy,” you noted. 

“I’m glad I could provide you with head shimmy worthy bacon this morning,” Taehyung stated.

“My head shimmies are only for the most elite pieces of bacon, so consider yourself lucky,” you snarked. He laughed and began to eat his food as well. 

It was silent, save for the clinking of your utensils on mismatched plates. 

You were thinking to yourself about your performance. Had anyone seen you so far, they would assume you were a happy couple. However, you weren’t that touchy feely. Newlyweds normally couldn’t keep their hands off each other. If you didn’t increase intimacy, then no doubt your facade would start to crack. 

“We should probably have sex today,” you noted, hopping off the counter. 

The sound of Taehyung choking filled the room. 

“Babe?” you asked, hurrying over and rubbing his back. Taehyung’s face was red and he was obviously startled by your statement. 

“Jesus, fuck! Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, while you got him a cup of water. 

Well, a bowl of water is what you managed. He gulped down the liquid as his breathing evened. 

“Taehyung, we’re a couple. That just got married. We live alone. What else do you think we would be doing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well, probably setting the house up? Starting to investigate a litte-”

“Taehyung, there are no doubt people watching this house. If we don’t act like we love each other, then we’re already doomed. We aren’t going to have real sex, just throw a blanket over us and then dry hump me or something,” you said, trying to think of ideas. 

“Really? Dry hump you? Under a blanket?” he said. 

Taehyung didn’t find the idea of dry humping you repulsive, it was just less fun than actually getting to fuck you. Because, oh boy, hate fucking you would be incredible. Although, it wouldn’t be the passionate love making that you were probably trying to convey. 

“Okay, but I can’t promise that I won’t get a boner in the middle of it,” he sighed. 

“Taehyung I will bite your ear off,” you warned.

“So kinky already, darling,” he breathed. 

“Okay, you stink, go take a shower,” you demanded, pulling away. Taehyung huffed and pouted, following you closely.

“Baby~” he whined, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Taehyung,” you smiled, however your voice was severely irritated. 

“Let’s have fake sex, then I can go take a shower, yeah?” he urged, pulling you against his body. 

To an on looker, it was no doubt a boyfriend or husband trying to coerce his wife into getting frisky. But you did want to get more of the truck unpacked. 

“Not now, shower then come help me unpack some more,” you stated, placing a hesitant peck on his lips. 

Taehyung frowned before pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You fumbled lightly on your feet, getting pulled closer into him. Taehyung wrapped your body up in his arms and moved his mouth against yours aggressively. He sucked on the delicate skin of your lips, so hard you were certain they’d bruise. 

“Ouch, Tae,” you winced. 

“Mmm, you actually kiss pretty good,” he murmured, moving back in to seal his lips against yours. 

“Loving, tender kisses Taehyung. Not trying to fucking eat my face.”

Taehyung moved away and tried to act playful when he smacked your butt before heading to the bathroom. You rolled your eyes before going to get the keys for the truck.

Again the morning was just as silent. They really must be scoping the situation out. Much like you and Taehyung were. There were a lot of variables right now. Many ways for the whole plan to go wrong. It made you uneasy. But this was your specialty.

Making a new life here was going to be difficult. However, right now wasn’t the time to be doubting your skills. There was too much at stake. You weren’t going to be the reason more people died and another criminal got away.

You started pulling in more boxes, managing to get the frame of the couch out of the truck and into the living room as well. You were sweating and your poor arm stung with a fresh scrape from the day before. You looked at the couch and decided that right there would be good enough for now. Running out to the truck you grabbed the couch cushions and throw pillows so you could sit down for a minute and relax.

After placing the last pillow down the sound of the water shutting off made you turn your head. Taehyung emerged shortly after with his boxers on and drying his hair with a towel. Rendered speechless for a moment, you cleared your throat before turning back to the box that was being used as an impromptu coffee table. Lots of picture frames sat inside.

Many of you and Taehyung and some of you with your family. Taking out your wedding photo you smiled. You knew that Taehyung was pissed in the photo cause you had just stepped on his toe in your heels.

Warm arms wrapped around your waist and you relaxed into his embrace. “Bathroom isn’t bugged, so at least we have that privacy,” he murmured into your neck. 

You nodded and set the picture down. Bending forward you grabbed a couple other frames and moved to place them in different areas.

“Didn’t you say we should bring in the rest of the big furniture before putting the fragile stuff up? We don’t want it to get broken baby,” Taehyung scolded.

“It’ll be alright. Plus I want to look at these now,” You pouted. Taehyung took a couple and started helping you put them up as well. 

You two started decorating and joking around. From the outside it was a happy couple having fun. However it was a strategic move. Making the two of you look non threatening was the most important role right now. Taehyung was set to start his job at City Hall in four days. You were to start working at home as soon as you could. 

But there was much more preparations to make. Like lunch.

“Baby, want some lunch?” You asked, turning to him. Taehyung shrugged and brought his hands to your stomach.

“Mm, not hungry for food babe,” he spoke as he brought you into his embrace. You wanted to cringe but forced your body to relax in his arms. 

“Honestly, you can’t keep your mind from what I said earlier,” you whispered.

“Hey, if we want to make it believable you should just let me fuck you here in the living room,” he growled.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, despite your best efforts. His voice rattled your bones and made you want to break. Newlyweds normally couldn’t wait to set up a bed nicely...

You could fake it here in the kitchen. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a reflection of light. It was either a camera or binoculars. Someone was watching you both right now.

Bringing your mouth to his ear, you stated instructions. “Taehyung, there’s someone watching us right now. Reflection at 11:00 o’clock,” you informed.

“I noticed,” he said, furrowing his brow to make it appear as if you said something intimate.

“We need to do it out here,” you stated.

“This seems like a lot of work,” he moaned.

“Kiss me and I’ll continue,” you murmured. Taehyung brought your mouth away from his ear and connected it to yours. You moved against his body eagerly, rolling your hips against his. Taehyung groaned and buckled against your body, biting your lip as you whined into his mouth.

“How do we do this?” He asked as he came away for air, moving to kiss your neck and shoulder longingly.

“The couch, I’ll ride you. Your back will be to the observer. So, we’ll mime the action of you and I having sex. But really we’ll just be dry humping,” you explained.

“Okay, I’m going to pick you up and take you there,” he announced. 

You blushed. You realized you’d much rather Taehyung grind against you on a couch for an audience than carry you to the couch. You were a special agent, specialized in camouflage and undercover operations... yet you still fussed when your jeans didn’t fit the same. You still got mad at yourself for eating the whole tub of ice cream... again...

“Taehyung wait a sec-ah!”

You were hoisted in the air and Taehyung carried you to the couch. You clung to him like a child and you couldn’t help the unattractive squeak you made as he threw you onto the cushions.

“You’re not going to convince them you love me if you’re acting like a teenager with stupid insecurities,” he whispered. You pulled him in for a kiss to conceal the frown and no doubt rude remark that would escape if you allowed yourself the option.

His lips trailed your jawline, making you squirm underneath him. Taehyung grinned at your pathetic reactions to his actions. You gripped his shoulders, pulling him out of view of your observer... well the one you knew of.

“I’m going to take off my shirt,” you said. Taehyung nodded, holding your hips as he kissed your lips with longing. You reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. Taehyung made an odd noise at the back of his throat, making you raise your eyebrow in confusion.

“God, I didn’t know you were hiding those under the stupid office uniforms, holy shit,” he complained.

“Taehyung!”

“How far can I go?” He asked, coming in to kiss your neck.

“T-this is as far as I want, are you okay?” You asked, making sure his comfort was recognized too.

“Absolutely,” he breathed, coming towards your chest with open mouthed kisses. You tangled your fingers in his hair, encouraging him to move more.

“T-Taehyung,” You whimpered as he bit at your bra.

“One day I’ll get you out of this,” he growled before hauling you up and onto his lap. The straps of your bra fell down onto your biceps and Taehyung’s pupils blew up.

You leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on his nose, cheeks and finally one to his lips. He adjusted his hold on you and you nodded. Grabbing your pathetic shorts you mimed moving them out of the way, then you moved to get Taehyung situated too.

“How should I...?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Just, I’ll dry hump you. It’s fine,” you breathed. He seemed like he was going to protest when you gripped right above his pelvic line. His hip jolted, miming the reaction of you taking him out of his pants. Giving a demure smile, you slowly shuffled forward to place your center against his lap.

Taehyung breathed in sharply, biting his lip hard. “What’s wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his cheek gently.

“I’m fighting every urge in my body right now, so just hurry up,” he growled. A small shudder ran down your spine as his words took weight in your head.

Would it be so bad for you to give in and let him fuck you here?

Yes, yes it would.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized lamely, moving your hips against his gently.

“Fuck,” he croaked, gripping your waist tightly.

“A-Ah, Taehyung,” you whimpered, placing your hands over his. You looked up at the ceiling, as if you were in utter bliss.

“So good baby,” Taehyung encouraged, “keep going.”

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you growled. 

This was bad, your mind was starting to cloud with the burning arousal beginning to raise in your stomach. You really were starting to want him. The way his brow furrowed, it really looked like he was filled with pleasure at the moment. 

“I might come in my boxers,” he huffed out as you ground down particularly hard against him. 

“That’s fine, a real orgasm is better than a fake one,” you rationalized out loud.

“Shit, babe, Y/N,” he moaned, bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. You open your mouth and let his hot tongue slide in to greet yours. 

Kissing Taehyung was quickly turning into a drug you didn’t want to give up. Fuck, it felt so good. His plush lips against your own, practically forcing your mouth to mould with his. Taehyung was gripping your hips, almost as if he was using your body to get himself off. It was so dirty, raunchy and hot. Hearing his soft whimpers made you wet, cheeks bright red at the idea.

You cried out for real when your clit bumped the growing bulge in his boxers.

“That’s the hottest sound I’ve heard, fuck I love you,” he growled out. You squeaked out an ‘I love you too,’ soon after. Taehyung planted slobbery kisses along your collarbones and chest as he panted harshly against your skin. 

“Cum inside me, Taehyung,” you moaned out, feeling a climax brewing in your lower stomach. 

“Ah fuck!” Taehyung sobbed out, bucking his hips wildly against your own. You just needed that little push, something to get you over the edge. 

“So close, so close,” breathed into the air. Taehyung heard your silent pleas, because soon you felt the bulge of his hot erection directly against your little nub, sending you spiraling into the precipice of bliss.

Taehyung cried out your name, holding you closer to his frame. You collapsed against him, feeling your panties sticking to you uncomfortably. Taehyung shivered, his hot breath fanning across your cooling skin.

You shakily ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his sweaty hairline with a tenderness that could only be given in post-orgasmic bliss. Shit, what have you done?

“Tae,” you said, urging him away from you. 

“Hmmm?” he whispered, groggily. 

“You and I both need to clean up,” you said, coughing in discomfort at the end. 

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he said.

Helping you up you took a glance at the window in your peripheral. They weren’t watching any longer. “We’re clear,” you said, rushing towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

You shut the door and slid down in, trying not to let your heart beat out of your chest wildly. The sound of the other shower turning on again signalled that you were clear to exit, going to the bathroom before heading out to get another pair of panties and shorts on. 

You were certain you wouldn’t sleep at all tonight.

---

The day finally came when Taehyung began his first day at work. You fussed over him all morning. Tying his tie for him, making him a travel mug of coffee and breakfast for him. Taehyung had to admit, it wasn’t so bad having you for a wife.

“Baby, I really gotta go or I’m going to be late, on my first day!” 

“Okay okay, just one more thing,” you smiled before leaning in a placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. “Have a great day,” you encouraged. 

“I will, don’t miss me too much,” he teased. As he unlocked the front door you were both surprised to find two men standing there.

Taehyung immediately shut the door off a little more, protecting you from their view.

“Can I help you gentleman?”

“We’re here on behalf of Mr. Feng. He wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” they both presented Taehyung with some kind of campaign propaganda. 

“Thank you, I’m going to be late for work. Baby, have a good day. Gentleman,” Taehyung said, taking the flyer and shutting the door. You watched as Taehyung moved down the driveway, the men in suits following behind him like a funeral procession. Your eyes followed your husband until he was out of sight, making you shift with unease. 

This would be the first time you’d be apart since the whole mission began. For some reason your chest was tight, something you hadn’t been expecting. It was ridiculous. The only reason you were feeling this way is because you weren’t really alone. There was always someone watching. You were certain that was the cause of your unease. It had to be.

Taehyung texted you a few times throughout the day. Making your chest loosen slightly, knowing he made it there safely. Even if he was a jerk, that didn’t mean you wanted anything bad to happen to him. Well, nothing too bad...

You started your day by moving some more furniture around, getting the kitchen table put together and all set for later on in the evening. You were going to make dinner tonight before Taehyung came home so he had something to eat after a long day at work.

You couldn’t place it, but knowing someone was coming home to you was... comforting? Even if it was the pain in the ass Taehyung, the thought didn’t bother you as much as you believed it should. 

The rest of your day passed by uneventfully, doing some data analysis on your laptop for work. Something Taehyung no doubt picked out for you to do because of your detestment of data worksheets back at the office. Dick. 

But the company you worked for didn’t know anything but you were a newlywed needing some extra cash on the side while her husband went out to work for the day. Plus, this gave you another set of alibis if needed. She was on her computer at such and such a time. Because no doubt it was being tracked. 

You pulled up your messages and sent a quick one to Taehyung. He responded quickly, sending a few hearts after he told you he’d be home soon. 

Quickly you headed to the kitchen and began the real test. Cooking. You weren’t a bad cook by any means, but you usually cooked ramen noodles and things of that nature. So a full fucking chicken was a little intimidating.

Cutting the vegetables and starting the oven went smoothly. You buttered the chicken, slathering the meat in butter and garlic, throwing some thyme in there for good measure. You remember Taehyung mentioning that his mom used to make a recipe similar to this. One he loved. 

The idea of a small Taehyung sitting at the counter, begging for some food made your head spin. W-What are you thinking? This is just a mission, and Taehyung is just a guy who is assigned to be your partner. That’s all this is. All it ever will be. 

Taehyung came home just as you were pulling the chicken out of the oven. He came over and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before looking at the mashed potatoes, broiled vegetables and chicken that were being placed on the table by his wife. You bent over after dropping something on the floor. His mouth watered at the sight. The food also looked good...

“Baby, look at all this. Did you really make this stuff?” he asked, coming over and setting his briefcase on the counter.

“Yeah, it was a bitch and a half to make though, let me tell you what. This chicken here, if it weren’t already dead I would’ve taken my pistol and shot it,” you huffed, remembering the tying and stuffing and everything that made you aggravated with cooking the damn thing in the first place.

“Well, it looks great, can I have a seat?” he asked.

“Yeah! Go for it, I’ll get us some wine,” you said. Running over to the cabinet and pulling out two wine glasses.

“I see we’re going fancy tonight,” he said. 

“Well for my husband, anything,” you smiled.

“Thank you baby,” he answered as you set a wine glass next to him.

“Next, do you want red or white?” you asked.

“Red,” Taehyung said, marveling at the domestic nature of this interaction.

Is this what normal people did? Came home to a freshly cooked meal by their significant other and just talked about casual things? Not coming home to an empty house. Stitching themselves up after a bad knife fight. Watching as their blood went down the drain... Was this the marital bliss he heard about?

You came over with a bottle, popping the cork and pouring him a sample to see if he liked it. “How does it taste? Want a little more?” you asked. Taehyung took you in during this moment. You were beautiful. Cheeks flushed and looking flustered as you tried to play your role of dutiful wife. It made him want to paint again...

“Yeah, I’ll have a glass. It’s good, you should have some too,” he said as he watched the berry colored liquid fill the glass.

“I will,” you announced, sitting across from him and pouring yourself some as well.

Taehyung looked at you as you swallowed down some of the bitter sweet liquid in your glass, throat bobbing as it pushed the alcohol down and into your bloodstream. Cheeks turning pink he smiled as the two of you continued to drink. 

“Y/N, honestly, this meal was fantastic,” Taehyung said, looking at you as the second bottle of wine overwhelmed him.

“Thanks, I tried,” you stated, swallowing down the remaining wine in your glass.

Taehyung leaned forward on the table, looking at you with interest.

“What did you want to do before becoming part of the agency?” He asked, nonchalant.

You looked up at him, eyes bigger than your head. 

“Tae! What if-“

“No one is listening, believe me,” he said, grinning at you with his boxy grin.

“I don’t think-“

“Don’t be such a priss, tell me,” he urged.

“I’m not a priss!”

“Whatever, just, tell me something about yourself. Something interesting,” he pleaded.

“Fine, fine... I-I wanted to be a ballerina okay?” 

Taehyung’s eyes widened.

Then he snorted.

“Aren’t ballerina’s supposed to be graceful and shit? You tripped putting on your pants this morning,” he smirked.

“I’ll have you know that for seven years I danced five days a week for four hours a day,” you protested.

“Prove it,” he scoffed.

“Fine, I will,” you said, standing up. 

Slowly bringing yourself together you started a familiar routine you did all the time as a child.

Lifting your leg up you grabbed your thigh, straightening your leg above your head before lowering it to your other thigh, spinning slightly before getting up on pointe. Taehyung’s eyes were watching your every move. It looked like you needed a partner. He stood and grabbed your waist as you stretched your arms out. 

Jumping in his grasp you turned to look at him.

“Taehyung, what are you-“

“Just feel, keep going,” he said, taking your hand in his.

You weren’t sure if it was the wine or your own emotions taking over, but before you knew it, your lips had crashed onto his. Taehyung grunted in surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck and urged him to kiss you deeper. Licking at his lips, begging for entrance. Taehyung didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth and greeted your tongue with his. The wet smacking sounds had you throbbing beneath your jeans, something you were desperate to get out of. 

Grinding against his front Taehyung lost his breath to you. “Fuck, mm, like that babygirl.”

You whimpered when you felt his prominent bulge for the first time this evening. Shit your panties were sticking to you at this point. But Taehyung pulled away a few moments later. 

“We shouldn’t do this,” he murmured against your swelling lips.

“Why not?” You whined, gripping his hands as they settled against your hips.

“We can’t go back once we do this. Having interpersonal relations in the field, it gets messy. What if I get hurt or kidnapped? Then they have leverage on you,” he explained.

“Let me at least suck you off,” you complained. Taehyung groaned in the back of his throat. 

“Fuck, we shouldn’t,” he stated, brushing the hair away from your face.

“Please, please let me taste you,” you begged, your wine addled mind taking over. “Do you not want my mouth?”

“Fuck... Yes, I do want that mouth on me more than you can believe,” he said, running his thumb along your wet lower lip. Taking his thumb in between your lips you smiled and tugged on the flesh gently. Taehyung growled at your teasing before looking at you with his dark eyes. “Get on your knees for me,” he commanded. You nodded frantically before falling to the floor in front of him. Taehyung watched with rapt attention as you undid his slacks and brought out his semi-hard erection from his underwear. 

Your mouth salivated at the sight of his thick cock sitting in your warm palm. Taehyung hissed when you ran your hand over his sensitive length for the first time. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Blood rushing to your head, making it spin. But all you cared about was pleasing the man in front of you. Without much hesitation you gave a fat lick from the base of his cock to the head. Taehyung moaned, his head lulling back slightly. You brought the head into your mouth, suckling gently, moving your tongue around the sensitive area.

“Don’t tease me,” he snarled out, looking down at you with dangerous eyes. Complying with his demands you brought a majority of him into your mouth and throat, coughing lightly when he hit the back. He groaned in pleasure, finding your hair and pulling it into his fist. “That’s it baby, suck my dick like a good girl,” he praised, watching as strings of slobber started to form from your mouth to his cock. Bobbing your head back and forth, you built a rhythm for him. 

You hollowed out your cheeks, moving your tongue underneath his shaft and around to stimulate him. Taehyung huffed, trying hard not to come down your throat already. He was intoxicated not only by the wine but by you as well. Your beautiful eyes looking at him underneath your lashes. He could barely breathe when you looked at him like that. Those big eyes sparkling with lust and want.

Taehyung rolled his hips forward slightly, gauging your reaction. You moaned at the force promised behind those hips of his, as he pushed himself further down your throat. 

“Can I fuck your mouth baby? Would you let me fuck that goregous mouth of yours?” he asked, sprinkling praise in with his request. You nodded fast, relaxing your throat and giving him the thumbs up to go ahead. 

He didn’t wait a moment longer before he pushed himself into your mouth and down your throat. Taehyung whined at the tight feeling of your mouth and throat closing in on him, feeling like a vice against his cock. Pulling back out he let you suck in a couple breaths before picking his pace up again. You gagged on his dick, making noise and moaning in pleasure. Taehyung was lost above you, focusing on the sensations of your moaning against him.

“Mmm, fuck baby, just like that,” he breathed out, watching and drool collected on your chin. It was filthy, messy and perfect. You took him entirely, nose touching his pelvis and you swallowed hard. Taehyung cried out, gripping your shoulders and pulling out of your throat and mouth. You coughed at the actions, not suspecting for it to be so intense, but god if you didn’t want him to cum in your mouth. You needed it.

“Tae~” you whimpered, shuffling forwards on your knees to try to put him back in your mouth. But he stopped you.

“Listen baby, this is going to go one of two ways. Either you keep going and I cum down your throat, or I can shove this cock in that pussy and cum inside you that way. Which would you prefer?”

Your body shook with want at the second option.

“Inside my pussy,” you said, already moving to shrug your sweater off and stepping out of your jeans. 

“Come here then baby,” he said, opening his arms for you. You rushed forwards, bringing your lips to his before you could even think about anything else. Taehyung opens his mouth and licked your lips perversely. You opened your mouth at once, letting him take full control of the embrace. 

“Taehyung, bedroom,” you urged. He at least heard part of what you were saying, because the next thing you knew, your body was being lowered to the mattress in your room.

“Let’s take this off shall we?” he said, removing your tank top and looking at you in your bra. “Fuck baby you have pretty tits,” he growled. You moaned at the praise and eagerly un buckled the back and let the offending material fall off your arms and onto the floor. Taehyung was in action before you could blink, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it harshly. 

The sensation sent tingles right to the tips of your toes, making them curl and stretch from his warm mouth on you. With his free hands he held your hip with one and groped your chest with the other, stimulating your body and causing you to arch up into his touch. Taehyung smirked against your skin, laving his tongue against your pert nipple, making you hiss in reaction.

“Such pretty noises you make for me, isn’t that right precious girl?” he said, trailing his lips down your body.

“Taehyung, please don’t tease me. Give me your dick, please,” you whimpered, rolling your hips up against him.

“Tsk tsk, little one. So greedy already,” he smiled.

“Please give me your cock, Taehyung, please,” you begged. “Want it so deep in my pussy, stuffing me full until I can’t breathe. Please please please, give me your cock.”

“Fuck, how could I deny such a sweet request. Alright baby, let me just warm you up a touch okay?” Taehyung pulled your panties down your legs, revealing your wet center to him. “You’re drenched babygirl, who did this to you?”

“You, Taehyung, you did,”

“That’s right precious girl,” he said as he lowered two fingers to your entrance. You relaxed when he ran his middle and pointer finger up your slit, before sinking them inside of you. Taehyung watched as you took him right up to the knuckle. He groaned at the feeling of you, tight and hot around his fingers. He could just picture how you’d feel around his cock and it made him throb with desire.

“Taehyung!” You cried, gripping the sheets underneath you desperately.

“Gonna come?”

“I-I don’t-hah-Taehyung,” you whined out.

“I’ve barely touched this sweet little pussy and I can already feel you clenching like crazy, do you want to come baby? I’d love to see what you look like when you come, I bet you look beautiful,” he said, picking up his speed.

“Taehyung, hngh, please,” you begged, looking at the ceiling with tears forming in your eyes.

“Come for me, come all over this bed darling,” he cooed, using his thumb to stimulate your clit before watching your body tense and finally-finally-release.

“Taehyung!” You cried out, back arching off the bed, shuddering in your orgasm as your mind went blank from everything except the feeling of unadulterated pleasure.

Taehyung smiled at your fucked out face, eyes misty with tears. 

“What a good girl, you came all over me shit, that was so sexy,” he growled. You whimpered and reached for him, wanting his hands on your body.

“Give me your cock now? Please Taehyung?”

“Whatever you want darling, absolutely,” he agreed, lining his cock up with your sopping entrance.

“Fuck!” You cried out when his cock finally entered you. It was so thick, filling you up so well. Taehyung gripped your hips. Letting you ease onto him so he didn’t hurt you. 

“That’s it, what a snug little cunt you have,” he grinned, pressing kisses to your shoulders while he pumped himself inside of you deeply. Taehyung has a hard time thinking clearly like this. The wine and you making him drunk. 

“Taehyung!” You cried out. “So big.” You felt his cock rubbing that spot inside you that made you see stars. Everything was blurry as Taehyung fucked his dick into you harshly. The lewd smacking sounds of skin on skin made your mind whirl with lust. Taehyung wasn’t in a much better state. Watching as he fucked you, tits bouncing and your ass hitting his pelvis in just the right way. 

But he wanted to see your face when you came.

“Lie on your side for me,” Taehyung said, easing out of you gently.

You hissed at the loss, but did as he asked, laying on your side. 

“Leg up,” he encouraged, nestling down beside you. You raised your leg as he instructed, moaning loudly when his cock re-entered you from this angle. 

“How is it? How is getting fucked by my big dick baby? Can you handle it?” He asked, laying his hand flat against your lower stomach.

“I can take it, I’m-I’m a big girl,” you huffed, head lolling back into Taehyung’s neck.

“I know you can take it, does my baby want it harder?” He questioned, giving a few deep thrusts against you, making your pussy clench down hard.

“Anything, I want anything you’ll give me Taehyung,” you pleaded. 

“Anything you say, well then, hold on,” he stated, running his hand between your legs and toying with your throbbing clit. He nestled his head against your cheek, kissing and nipping at your tender flesh.

“Ta-ae-hyung,” you whimpered out. “Feels so good.”

“You too, so fucking tight around my cock. Can barely move... I should’ve fucked you with three fingers to get you ready for this dick huh? Or do you like a little pain with your pleasure, huh?”

Crying out when he pushed against your little nub forcing you back on his dick. Taehyung smiled as you ground your ass against him, trying to get whatever you could from him like this. He didn’t care about tomorrow, all he cared about was you right now. A beautiful woman losing yourself on his dick.

“Taehyung, so close, right there. Yes!” You whined, gripping his hand for some kind of stability.

He interlocked your fingers, using his other hand to continue abusing your clit. “Right here baby, like this?” He questioned.

“Yes! Yes yes,” you said, tears forming in the corners of your eyes for the second time that night.

Taehyung breath came in soft pants against your neck as he worked himself up as well. Your velvet walls were doing him in. Normally he’d last much longer, but with you he couldn’t help but see bliss right around the corner.

“Baby gonna cum,” he warned you.

“In me, cum inside me,” you blabbered out, gripping his hand tightly.

“Fuck-shit!” Taehyung cursed, letting instinct take over as he fucked into you aggressively. It was hard to think straight. 

Not too soon after a shot of warmth encompassed your stomach. That sent you over, eyes blacking out as you slumped against Taehyung who was still cumming.

Giving a few more weak thrusts, Taehyung pulled out, looking at the mess the two of you had made. 

“Fuck you look pretty full of my cum like that,” he commented, kissing your shoulder softly.

“Mmm, Taehyung?”

“Yes baby,” he said, moving his head up to peer down at you.

“Washcloth, I-I don’t think I can walk right now,” you said, turning pink at the notion.

“I’ll be right back, hang on,” he said, standing up and heading to the bathroom.

As the light flicked on, you felt your eyes fall, heavy with the need for sleep.

---

“What the fuck are we going to do?” You yelled at Taehyung.

The pair of you woke up the next morning, dazed and confused. Taehyung was the first one to notice you two were royally fucked.

“I came in you, shit,” he said, looking at the obvious stain on the bed.

“Taehyung!” You cried out, smacking your forehead with your palm.

“Hey don’t get mad at me! You’re the one who initiated all of this!”

“Don’t pin this all on me, you could’ve rejected me!” You said.

“I tried! But you looked at me and then I-uh... Well... Here we are,” he announced.

“Taehyung, if we fuck up this mission I’m a dead woman. That includes me getting pregnant!”

“Can’t I just go buy you some plan b or something like that?”

“We’re married, if they caught you buying plan b then our facade is over!”

“Then I don’t know what you want me to do! I can’t undo what we did!”

You rubbed your temples, trying not to stress over the fact that you could possibly be carrying Kim Taehyung’s child.

“We have to go with this, just, remember our mission. Now hug me, cause we argued,” you said, opening your arms.

Taehyung moved forward, wrapping you up in his embrace.

“Whatever happens, we’re allies. I’ll cover your back if you cover mine,” he said, fingers splayed across your back.

“I got your six.”

---

The following weeks were surprisingly calm. Taehyung went to work and came home. You usually had a meal ready for the two of you. It was domestic ‘bliss’. 

Except for the fact that you and Taehyung wouldn’t barely look at each other. It was hard, feeling the anxiety and panic and not having anyone to bounce it off of. Taehyung was affectionate when you said to be, and the two of you acted your part when you were out in public but... things were different now. And there’s nothing either of you could do about it.

Taehyung came home a little later than usual, you sipping on some wine and staring off into space. He walked over and set his bag down, before kissing your head and pulling you in for a hug. 

“I have some good news,” Taehyung said. 

“Yeah? What is it?” you asked, not looking at him.

“I’m in the running to become mayor!”

Glass shattered on the floor.

“Oh shit,” Taehyung said, stepping back so as not to step on any glass.

You were frozen in place.

“Taehyung do you know what that means for these people? To Feng?”

“What? Like you honestly think I’ll win? You’re crazy,” he scoffed.

“Taehyung what if you do win? What’ll they do when this mission is over? What will they do when they find out their mayor-” he quickly moved in for a kiss. You wiggled against him for a moment before going still. Taehyung worked his mouth over yours with ease, something you weren’t expecting, but weren’t upset over either.

“God you are so annoying sometimes. Listen,” he said, moving so he could start cleaning up the glass you dropped. “If I get an inside position, show Feng that I’m serious about wanting to be loyal to him? Then I’ll get inside information that’ll be influential in his takedown,” he explained.

“Taehyung if you think they’ll give it to an outsider than you’re dumber than I thought,” you sneered.

“You don’t see them the way I do. Don’t interact with them the way I do. I’ve gained their trust, Y/N, something you haven’t done,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I’m a housewife, what do you expect me to do?” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

“The guys and I are going out to dinner tomorrow night. Be my date, and play nice with their wives. See if you can get any information out of them,” he offered.

“Okay, I can play the doting wife role,” you said to him, standing up.

“Hey watch out!”

“Ouch!” You hissed in pain as a shard of glass cut deep into your heel.

“Y/N, watch where you walk I wasn’t done cleaning yet,” he said, rubbing his face.

Then, his face went pale as he saw the crimson liquid coming from your body.

“Ow, fuck,” you whimpered, using the counter to balance as you looked at your foot in pain. Taehyung quickly swept up the rest before he was kneeling down to take a look at you.

“It’s pretty deep, I think you need stitches,” he said, examining your bloodied heel.

“I-I’m fine,” you whispered, trying to keep the dizzy spell from taking over.

“No, you’re not. You need to go to the doctor. Come on, the clinic is like not even a fifteen minute drive. Get your ass in the car,” he demanded.

“No, I’ll wrap it in gauze and it’ll be fine,” you declared.

“Y/N,” Taehyung warned.

“Taehyung,” you mocked.

“I’m not fucking around,” he said, standing up.

“Neither am I,” you countered.

“Fine, be that way you little shit,” he said before bending down and picking you up bridal style in his arms.

“Taehyung! Put me down!”

“Not on your life,” he said as he grabbed his keys and walked towards the door.

He got you in the car, a towel wrapped around your foot before he took off down the road.

The pair of you were silent as he drove, just going through the night without anything being said. Taehyung looked at your foot and picked up the speed a little bit. You looked out the window, not wanting to look down and see the bloody mess that was your foot. It ached so much, making you want to whine in pain. But you ignored it, keeping a poker face the whole time.

Taehyung pulled into the parking lot, undoing his seatbelt and coming over to your side. Before he could pick you up again, you held your hand out to stop him. “I can walk,” you argued.

“Don’t get stubborn now, just let me take care of you,” he said, sounding moderately annoyed with you. But you couldn’t help the fluttering that took over in your chest. Taehyung leaned down and brought you into his arms, fussing with you for just a moment before he started to walk inside.

“Hi, how can I-Oh goodness!” The nurse who was sitting at the front desk jolted as Taehyung brought you to the counter.

“Can my wife please get some help? She stepped on some glass at home and now I’m worried that she needs stitches,” he said, calm and collected.

“A-Absolutely, let me just page the doctor and Martha get them a wheelchair for her!” 

Soon Taehyung was settling you into the wheelchair, wrapping his blazer around your shoulders to keep the chill of the night out. The pair of you waited for less than five minutes before the doctor came out and greeted you both.

“Good evening you two! Taehyung! It’s great to see you,” the doctor said, giving Taehyung a firm handshake.

“I wish we could meet under better circumstances,” Taehyung said softly.

“Now, let’s get you back to an examination room and take a look at that foot,” he said, beckoning Taehyung to follow him. You felt him push you forward carefully, not getting too close to the walls or anything of that nature.

When the pair of you were in the examination room the doctor started the questions.

“Name?”

“Kim Y/N.”

“Age?”

“21.”

“Marital Status.”

“Married.”

“Are you pregnant?” he asked. You bit your lip for a second before answering.

“I-I’m not sure,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth. You chanced a look at Taehyung in the corner, but he seemed as calm as he was driving here.

“We’ll get a blood draw done then, just to double check. But there are certain antibiotics we don’t use if you’re pregnant so we’ll steer clear of those ones okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Now, take me through what happened,” he said.

“I dropped my wine glass and stepped on the glass on the floor,” you said, wincing at how stupid it made you seem.

“Well certainly did a number, so I’ll get that glass out and flush the wound. And I’ll need to get a few stitches in there. Next we’ll do your blood draw then a shot of antibiotics and steroids and you should be all set my dear!” he said, smiling.

“Thank you,” you said, gripping Taehyung’s jacket tightly.

“I’ll be right back, just sit tight,” he said, leaving the room.

“You seem nervous,” Taehyung said, sighing.

“Of course I’m nervous, who isn’t when someone is about to stab you in the foot repeatedly?”

“Please, the needle is so thin you won’t feel a thing,” Taehyung scoffed.

“Shut up, it still hurts,” you whimpered out.

“I’m right here,” he said, reaching over and taking your hand in his. You stared down at your joined hands, not so sure what to think.

Then the doctor came back, a tray of utensils in his hands.

“Alright, the nurse will come back with your shots. But we’re gonna do the stitches first,” he explained putting some gloves over his hand.

You tensed as he approached, Taehyung adjusted himself so that he was directly behind you. His head brushed your shoulder as you stared down at the doctor. 

“Baby, look at me,” Taehyung’s low voice echoed in your ear. On instinct you turned to face him. Taehyung rested his forehead against yours, rubbing soothing circles into your wrist. “Just focus on me baby, no one else is here, just us two.”

“Tae,” you whimpered, gripping his hand. 

“It’s alright, shh, it’ll be alright I’m here,” he said, kissing your forehead and bringing your head into his neck so you wouldn’t look.

“On the count of three I’m going to pull the shard out, I want you to take a deep breath on three for me okay?”

You whispered an answer, too focused on how good Taehyung smelt and how warm his body was against yours.

“One, two, three,” the doctor said, calm as could be.

You yelped in pain, Taehyung right there to soothe your cries.

“Look at that, you did so well baby. It’s alright, he just needs to clean you up,” he said softly.

A burning cold and numbing took over your heel as Taehyung continued to keep your focus on him and him alone. Whispering sweet nothings into your ears and placing gentle kisses to your head and face. The doctor continued his work diligently and before you knew it, the gauze was in place and you were almost ready to go. 

The doctor performed a quick blood draw and Taehyung stayed with you through the whole thing. Holding your hand and rubbing your knuckles as he drew even more blood from your body that evening. Once he had what he needed the doctor bid the two of you farewell, saying to drop by the pharmacy for your medications.

“Thank you hyung, it means a lot that you helped her out,” Taehyung said, standing to give the gentleman a fond farewell.

“Anything for you Taehyung, after getting that grant for the clinic, I’ll help you in any way I can! Now, Mrs. Kim please be careful to not walk on your foot for at least two weeks. Taehyung you should take a few days off until she’s settled into a routine. Nice to meet you Mrs. Kim, Taehyung landed a keeper,” he said before exiting the room.

“A grant for the clinic huh?” you said, raising your brows at him.

“Yeah, part of my job is delegating where the money goes,” he said, shrugging off your many questions.

“Fancy pants over here,” you said, scoffing.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” he replied, never letting his fingers leave yours.

A few seconds later a nurse came in with a tray of shots lined up.

“Hi sweetheart, we’re just going to give you an antibiotic, painkiller and a steroid, does that all sound okay to you?” she asked in a kind voice.

“Yes, that’s fine,” you agreed.

“Okay I just need you to drop your pants for me. Are you her husband?” she asked, looking at Taehyung.

“Yes,” he said.

“Would you help her get up on the table and then step outside please,” she requested,

Taehyung nodded, getting you up and out of the wheelchair and up on the table without much fuss. It was when he turned to leave you panicked a little.

“Tae, you’ll be right outside right?” you asked, biting your lip.

“Yes baby, I’ll be right outside the door, just a few pokes and we’ll head home,” he said, kissing your hand before stepping out of the room.

“That’s quite the man you have there, Doctor Namjoon said he was very sweet while putting in your stitches,” she said, wiping your butt with alcohol swabs. 

“He’s a keeper,” you smiled.

A couple pokes later you were out the door, Taehyung behind you.

“Now the painkiller we gave her is pretty strong, it’ll make her a little loopy, so just keep your eyes on her,” the nurse said.

“Got it, thank you so much for your help,” he said, before wheeling you out into the parking lot. 

Your head was spinning lightly from the painkiller, making you giggly. Taehyung picked you up and set you in the car buckling you in for good measure.

“Taehyung~” you laughed.

“Yes?” he asked, looking at you in confusion.

You burst into laughter at the sight of his face. Taehyung simply sighed before putting the car in gear and taking off. 

The ride was mainly your laughter and Taehyung trying not to smash his face into the wheel. But when you got home Taehyung carefully pulled you from the vehicle, careful not to bump your foot or head when extracting you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck easily, cupping the nape of his neck with your palm. He didn’t falter as he carried you into your home, shutting the door with his foot. He kept you in his arms, carrying you all the way to bed, setting you down gently. But before he could remove your arms from his neck, you brought him in for a gentle kiss.

It was different than all the others you’d shared.

It wasn’t passionate or steamy, no lingering touches or wanton desires fueling your actions. You wanted to express your gratitude for him. Just saying thank you because you couldn’t put your thanks into words. He’d changed so much since you first met him. Even though he was still closed off and could be a massive dick sometimes, you were still excited to see him when he came home. Loved hearing the genuine compliments about your food. It was all Taehyung. And you wanted to know more. Any little detail he’d slip you’d take it. Because you really weren’t sure if you wanted this mission to end as much as you did before...

Pulling away, Taehyung breathed against your lips softly.

“What was that for?”

“Just... Thank you, for what you did tonight and-and thanks for coming home to me every night and putting up with me and I really want you to know that-”

“Sure, what else would allies do? If I was cold and cut off to you in that hospital it would blow our cover, I did what I had to do. Namjoon is pretty good at detecting bullshit so sorry if I laid it on a little thick. But he bought our act, so good job to you too,” he said, scratching his neck.

It was like a glass of cold water was dropped onto you. 

Allies...

That’s right. That’s all you were to each other. You weren’t actually husband and wife. The marriage was a sham and you would get it annulled the second the mission was over. At least that’s what you wanted before...

“But I’m going to take a shower, so rest up, I’ll call work in the morning and let them know what happened. Night,” he said, standing up quickly before closing the door behind him.

Tears stung in the corner of your eyes, but you forced them back. You wouldn’t cry over him, not like this. Not now...

But before you knew it, tears were racing down your face as you cried yourself to sleep. Dreaming of a marriage to a man who’d never think of you like that.

---

You were sick again this morning.

Taehyung felt the bed shift as you got up and hobbled your way to the bathroom to puke up whatever dinner you’d made last night. This had happened for the fourth day in a row. You getting up, getting sick then coming back to bed as if it never happened. You hadn’t said a thing to him about it, but he knew. And he couldn’t help the way his stomach clenched when he thought you could be pregnant.

This morning was the last straw. 

He sat up and waited for you to walk in and when you did his heart lurched. You looked sleepy, and like you were parched. But most of all, you looked scared.

“Taehyung,” you said, looking down at the floor nervously.

“We need to get those results,” he said dismissively.

“No shit sherlock,” you snarked. “But ever think that I might have the flu or something?”

“Influenza is coughing, what you’re talking about is a virus.”

“Okay doctor, sue me. My results should be at the clinic. We can go there and get them,” you said.

“I’ll pick them up after work today, is that alright?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

“Yeah, whatever works I guess,” you said.

“Alright.”

It was silent.

“Taehyung?” you asked, coming towards the bed, your heel almost back to full strength after the incident a few weeks ago.

“Yeah.”

“What do we do if I’m... well if I-uh,” you stammered.

“If you’re pregnant? Well... We’ll deal with it, I guess,” he said, sighing and rubbing his forehead.

“They wouldn’t be an it, Taehyung, they’re a baby, a person,” you said, getting a little worked up.

“Listen, we’ll deal with it when the time comes, this mission is over in a month and then you can go and-well...”

“You aren’t suggesting what I think you are, are you?” you said, hurt flashing across your features.

“Y/N, think about it. We’re spies. Espionage Agents. Do you think our lifestyle is one suited to having children? Leaving them with a nanny all day and then not knowing if your parents are going to come home, them leaving you in the care of strangers while they move you all over the world? It’s the loneliest life I could imagine,” Taehyung said, eyes not meeting yours.

“Taehyung were your parents...?” you trailed off, not wanting to believe the truth.

“My parents were D3s with the IEA. They died when I was thirteen, I didn’t even know they were gone until three weeks later when the agency showed up at our door. I know that life, Y/N, I know that hurt. I don’t want anyone to feel that way. Not because we were stupid,” he breathed.

“What if I kept the baby, left the agency...” you thought aloud, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

“Y/N, think about what you’d be doing. You never really leave the agency. They always know where you are, threaten you with what you did in your past over your head. When you sign up, you’re in it for life,” he explained.

“Taehyung I couldn’t do what you’re asking, I can’t,” you said, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Listen, we don’t know for sure. Let’s wait until we know the facts before we start making scenarios up in our heads.”

“Okay...”

---

Taehyung was driving home, your test results in the passenger side.

He couldn’t open them. As much as he hated to admit it, he was scared shitless too. What was he supposed to tell you? How could he get you to see, that this wasn’t a good situation. But, nothing was set in stone until you opened that packet.

Walking up the driveway he saw you in the window, putting some finishing touches on dinner. His heart swelled with something. Something he’d never known before. He couldn’t place this feeling, but he didn’t hate it... He didn’t hate you.

As much as he tried, you wormed your way into his mind frequently. What you were cooking for dinner, how your heel was feeling, if you really were pregnant with his child or not. All of these and more were taking up space in his normally focused brain.

But when he walked in the door, he discovered a glorious sight.

You, in a dress that he hadn’t seen before. Yellow and covered with flowers at the bottom it was flowy. But what he noticed first was that it accentuated areas of you that usually were understated.

Like your stomach. A tiny little bump visible to his eyes suddenly knocked the wind out of him as he dropped his briefcase, making you jump.

“Taehyung! You scared the piss out of me,” you complained, placing your hand over your heart, feeling it beat wildly against your chest. You saw his distress and immediately came to his side. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling faint? Did you eat today? What have I told you about skipping lunch-”

“I-I’m fine,” he said, shakily holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.

“Are you sure? You look pale,” you said, cradling his face in your palms.

Moving away from you he nodded.

“Yeah... Just... Your test results are there,” he said, pointing at the coffee table he collapsed into when he saw you.

“I’ll look at them, you sit down and eat. You worried me,” you said, moving towards the coffee table slowly.

Your heart was going insane inside your chest. You weren’t sure how you’d react to either situation. But Taehyung had already sat down, waiting for you to open it.

Carefully you ripped open the envelope, pulling out the papers inside with delicate fingers. You looked through your bloodwork, noticing nothing of severe importance. But then your eyes landed on the pregnancy test results. 

Pregnant: Yes.

The little circle of red around the three letter word made you want to hurl. But at the same time, you were oddly at peace with the idea. It had taken a lot for you to come to this conclusion, but, if it was meant to be then... So be it. 

“What does it say?” Taehyung asked, looking at your calm demeanour. 

“I’m pregnant,” you say softly. Taehyung’s head snaps up, looking from the paper to your stomach where his child was for certain growing now.

“Fuck,” he said, sitting back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling.

“What do we do Taehyung?”

“We need to call Seokjin, immediately,” he said, standing up.

“You’re right,” you said, nodding slowly.

“I’ll call him now,” he said, standing up.

You wait patiently as Taehyung puts the call on speaker phone.

“Yah, do you know what time it is you little punk, why are you calling me?” he asked.

“Hyung, we’ve got an emergency,” Taehyung said, leaning closer to you.

“What is it?” he asked, mildly concerned now.

“I’m pregnant, sir,” you said, biting your lip.

“You’re... what?”

“Hyung she’s pregnant and...”

“And let me guess, you’re the father Taehyung,” Seokjin said through the phone, distress in his voice.

“Yes, hyung that’s right,” he said, pink tinging his ears.

“Get her out of there Taehyung, that’s an order,” Seokjin said, not sounding at all like he was joking.

“Sir, I can still-”

“I’ll be sending a envoy to come and collect Ms. Y/N by the end of the week. Taehyung if anyone asks you where she went, she went to stay with her sick mother for a while. That should provide you with enough cover until Feng is in town,” Seokjin instructed.

“Yes sir,” you said, head hanging low.

“And Ms. Y/N,” he said, making your ears perk up.

“Yes, sir?” you responded.

“I’ll accept this as your resignation from the company. Goodbye you two.” With that he hung up, leaving you and Taehyung bewildered.

“What?” you screamed.

“Y/N-”

“Taehyung you motherfucker!” you shrieked, taking off your shoe and chasing him around the house with it. 

“Y/N! Please hang on a second!”

“What am I going to do you son of a bitch?!”

“Hey listen, I’ll-ow!” he hissed when you chucked your shoe and it hit him square in the butt. 

“No you listen, I just lost my job because of this! What am I going to do, Taehyung? I’m alone, pregnant and scared out of my fucking mind. What. Do. I. Do??”

“You aren’t alone,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“Taehyung when they force me to leave the agency because of this I get a limited amount of money, not nearly enough to support me and a baby,” you said, rubbing your temples.

“I-uh, I can pay child support or... something like that,” he said, coughing at the end to hide his discomfort.

“Taehyung,” you said, already stressed at the idea.

“I’m serious, I’ll send you a check every month. How much do you think you’ll need?”

“You aren’t listening to me,” you said, exacerbated.

“What do you mean?”

“Taehyung, what if I don’t want to take money from you?” you said, placing your hand on your hip.

“I’m confused,” Taehyung complained, continuing to look up at the ceiling.

“I’m so fucked,” you murmured, looking down at your stomach in concern.

Taehyung glanced over at you. Eyes brimming with tears as you cradled your stomach in fear. He felt sick to his stomach. You were both to blame for what happened. He should take responsibility, ease some of your worry. But what would he do? Could he be a good father for this child? Could the two of you work together to make this okay? Did he even want to try?

Yes, he did want to try.

Because you were his wife. Through an agency or not it was still an honest to God marriage on paper. So, you both kinda fucked up, but how you handled it would be paramount for the child.

“Let me help you,” he said, standing up.

Looking up from your tummy in shock, you weren’t sure if you believed him. “What are you talking about,” you said.

“I’ve got your six if you got mine,” he announced, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Taehyung a baby isn’t easy. It’s a lifetime commitment. We’d be bound together for life,” you explained.

“Sounds good, I accept this mission,” he said, smiling.

“Taehyung!”

“Let me take care of you, and in the future if something happens, take care of me,” he reasoned.

“Tae this isn’t-I don’t know about this,” you whimpered.

“Trust me, Y/N, trust me this once,” he asked, walking over to you.

Staring into his eyes you didn’t see a hint of a joke or humor in them. He... He was serious?

“Okay Taehyung, I’ve got your six if you’ve got mine,” you sighed.

“Partners?”

“Partners.”

---

The envoy was dispatched to your location a few hours ago. A female agent, playing your sister, would be picking you up and taking you back to the IEA. Taehyung had been almost glued to your side the previous days, saying that he didn’t want anything to happen to you.

“Taehyung,” you groaned, laying in bed around twenty minutes before the car was supposed to arrive. He came into the room, looking at you with a neutral expression.

“Yes?” he asked, eyes locking with yours.

“I-I’m nervous,” you said, twiddling your fingers.

“The envoy will take you to the airport and then you’ll have a meeting with hyung, he’s not so bad. Especially since you’re pregnant. Hyung might be a jerk sometimes, but he’s not heartless, you’ll be safe Y/N, I promise.”

“And the second Feng is dead?”

“I’ll be on my way back to you,” he said firmly.

“Thank you Taehyung, for everything,” you said, feeling emotional.

“Don’t cry, jeez,” he admonished, coming to wipe your tears with his sleeve.

“Sorry, I’m just going to miss you,” you sniffled. Taehyung smiled softly at your tone, placing a gentle hand on your stomach.

“I’m going to miss you too, and your food. Honestly did you refrigerate some of that broccoli soup you made? If you don’t I might starve to death,” he complained.

Giggling you nodded your head. “Yes Tae, there’s at least four servings in there, just don’t eat it all in a row, I don’t want you to get sick,” you warned.

“Yes dear,” he said, rubbing his soft fingertips into your skin. “How big is the baby right now?” he asked, keeping his eyes locked on your little tummy.

“I’m about eight weeks so around the size of a kidney bean,” you explained.

“Our little bean,” he said, smiling.

“Yeah,” you grinned back.

The sound of a car door shutting came from up front. The two of you turned your heads and sighed. “Come on, I’ll get your bag for you,” Taehyung said, lifting what was supposed to be a little weekend bag filled with the necessities. 

You nodded and let Taehyung do the heavy lifting while you went to gather a couple things from the bathroom. Your sister, played by Yeri of accounting, came walking up smiling brightly. The two of you embraced quickly, hugging for a long time before Taehyung huffed like a little kid.

“Okay, off my wife,” he said, pulling you back for a second.

“Sheesh Taehyung, didn’t expect you to be so possessive,” she joked.

“Alright baby,” he said, ignoring Yeri all together, “I promise the second this is over I’ll come to get you,” he said smiling.

“Okay, I’ll hold you to it,” you beamed back.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. Taehyung and you hadn’t really been as touchy feely recently, so to finally have his lips on yours felt amazing. Wrapping your arms around him contentedly you could hear Yeri gagging in the background.

“Come on kids, time to go,” she said, clapping her hands.

Breaking apart Taehyung tucked your hair behind your ears, “I’m gonna miss you,” he said, genuine sadness creeping into his features.

“I’ll miss you two, we both will,” you said, holding your stomach. Taehyung knelt to the ground and placed a kiss on your stomach.

“You both better behave,” he warned, shooting you a heated glance before standing up to give you a final hug.

“See you later, Taehyung!” you said, getting into the car.

Taehyung waved as the two of you drove down the road.

Time for phase two.

---

The drive between you and Yeri was quiet.

“Thanks for coming to get me,” you said softly, looking at your thumbs.

“Don’t mention it,” she said, waving her hand.

“Does the whole office know that I’m...” you trailed off, thoughts wandering.

“Pretty much everybody knows, sorry, Director Kim came out looking like he had just gone through an emotional rollercoaster. We all were kinda thrown for a loop when he said an envoy needed to be put together and stat. Everyone kind of murmured when Hoseok from HR spoke up about the reasoning for paperwork. And it sorta slipped that you had a bun in the oven,” she explained.

“Aw man,” you said, rubbing your face with your palm.

“I’m sorry that you got fired over this,” she offered.

“I knew that if I fucked up this mission in any way that it would get me terminated. Just didn’t think fucking would be the problem that got me fired,” you sighed.

“So, you and Taehyung huh?” she asked, eyes focused on the road.

“Oh, we’re not... like, serious or anything,” you scrambled.

“Serious enough to stick with you for a baby, that's a big time commitment,” Yeri commented.

“Well, we’re partners, we watch each other’s back and help when the other one needs it,” you repeated what Taehyung had told you nights prior.

“But with a baby? I don’t know Y/N, I’d just keep your eyes on the skies and head on the ground for right now. Try to readapt to civilian life,” Yeri suggested.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t work,” you mumbled, leaning your head against the window.

“Taehyung isn’t exactly a people person, how do you think he’ll react with a little people showing up in his world. Crying at all times of day, demanding feedings and toys and affection. It’s going to be overwhelming for the both of you,” she said.

“I-I get it, Yeri.” 

“Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to be such a jerk about it. You know Taehyung better than probably anyone at the agency. If you believe him, then I don’t see why the two of you can’t make it work in a healthy manner,” she soothed.

But the damage was done.

A sense of unease settled over your stomach as you felt your heart clench painfully. Nothing was keeping Taehyung from going out and getting another woman. Someone prettier, a better agent who wasn’t so sensitive, someone who could handle him and his intense personality with ease. Not you who would bicker with him every chance you got.

“Y/N, put your head down,” Yeri demanded suddenly.

“What? Why-”

BANG!

A gunshot ran out over the road, taking out Yeri’s review mirror. The car swerved as Yeri tried to keep it from becoming an easy target. 

“Fuck!” Yeri screamed, hitting the guardrail on the other side of the road. 

“Yeri! Please be careful!” you said, holding your stomach in fear. 

“I can’t do much when someone is shooting at us Y/N!” 

“Who would be shooting at us anyways?!” you screamed, grabbing the bar above the window to stabilize yourself.

Another shot rang out, hitting a tire and causing a blowout. The car wobbled, fishtailing as the back end was no longer stable. You gripped onto the bar tightly, remembering your training and attempting to remain calm.

“Yeri, do you have a gun in here?” you asked.

“Yeah, glove box, why?” she asked, trying to drive with a blown tire.

“Because I know exactly who these people are, and they fucked with the wrong person,” you said, pulling the pistol out of the glove box and throwing the magazine in before rolling down the window.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing!”

“Saving our lives, maybe,” you said, pulling yourself up and out. Wrapping your leg around your seatbelt stabilized you, giving you better aim. 

Firing you nailed the passenger who was shooting in the head, watching as if flew back against the seat. Glass shattered from the bullet’s entry into the windshield. Next you aimed for the driver, shooting threw the broken windshield, hitting him in the throat. The car swerved behind you, hitting the guardrail and flipping before coming to rest on it’s side.

Smirking you pulled yourself back into the car, looking ahead of you. Only for your stomach to drop.

Dead ahead were three more cars, waiting.

Yeri slammed on the breaks, sending you forward into the dash. 

The two of you were fucked, blocking your only path out with a blown up car. Yeri seemed to notice because she pulled out her holstered weapon, aiming at the guys standing outside the car. The next thing you knew, the windshield was shattering, Yeri’s head slumping forward against the steering wheel, laying on the horn.

“Yeri!” You cried, gripping her shoulder and shaking her aggressively. 

The men swarmed the vehicle, grabbing at you and pulling you out of the vehicle kicking and screaming.

“Let me go you fuckers! I’m going to kick all of your asses!”

Once they finally got a good grip on you, you were held kneeling in front of...

“Doctor Namjoon?” you asked, eyebrow raising.

“Y/N, how pleasant to see you here,” he said, kneeling down to your level.

“What are you-how-when...?” you asked, confusion taking over your entire being.

“Well, you see Y/N, Mr. Feng would like a word with you and your husband.”

“What?”

“Mr. Feng, the one who supplies our town with everything it needs. The one who built our clinic, the one who set up the adoption center in town, would like to speak with you and your husband. We wouldn’t want to keep the good man waiting would we?” he said, standing up and motioning to the other men standing around you.

“Wait, Doctor Namjoon! There must be a mistake, what did we do? Why does Mr. Feng want to speak with us?”

“Because your husband has just won the election for mayor.”

---

Taehyung couldn’t believe the news.

He was now mayor.

Finally he could take down Feng and restore peace.

His co-workers were blowing up his phone non-stop. But there wasn’t a single message from you. Not that you had to message him or anything, but... it’d be nice to hear from you. Taehyung was caught up in his thoughts about you he almost didn’t hear his phone ringing.

The caller ID was yours.

“Hello? Y/N? Where are you? Did you make it to the airport alright?”

“Taehyung!” You screamed.

His blood ran cold at the desperate sound in your voice.

“Hear that little man? We managed to get ourselves a visitor,” a sinister tone echoed over the phone.

“Feng,” Taehyung growled.

“Now now, Taehyung, wouldn’t want to upset me. I’ve got two for the price of one after all,” Feng’s low voice warned.

Taehyung felt sick. You and the baby were in danger.

“What do you want?” Taehyung asked, desperate to save you.

“A resignation letter, brought to the address in the message that will follow this call,” Feng demanded.

“And if I refuse?”

“Two birds with one bullet,” he said, laying it out.

“Is she safe?” He asked, gripping his pant leg, anger suffusing his entire body.

“For now, the clock is ticking Taehyung.”

And with that, there was a click and the line went dead.

Taehyung flew into action, grabbing his bag and throwing on different clothes. 

“I’m coming baby,” he promised into the air, hoping to God you heard him in your heart.

---

Your body ached, hands tied behind your back without any care to blood flow or being able to feel your fingers. 

You were tied to a flimsy wooden chair, feet taped together. Feng and his men were surrounding the area, everyone seemed to have a position. You tried to find points of weakness, something to exploit, but there weren't many flaws in the way these men were placed. If Feng was good at something, it was security.

Looking around at the several areas of escape, you were disappointed to discover men stationed at every one of them. Of course, it would be a rookie move for them to leave any exit open around someone like you. Although you weren’t sure if they knew your true identity or not.

The likelihood of them knowing wasn’t high. They hadn’t pressured you or asked you any questions since your arrival. They’d merely tied you up and left you to wait. It was agonizing to sit still for the longest time, your hands burning from the rope being tied too tight.

The men around the warehouse were all milling around, all keeping their eyes on the doors. Feng was not a patient man, something you’d figured out. As he stood there, staring at the entrance where Taehyung could come through any moment.

“Boss, we should just kill her then kill him. We have the numbers on them,” one person spoke up, looking bored at the back.

“And what good would that do me? Taehyung is respected in the community, if he dies then the people won’t trust me anymore. Do you want my people not to have faith in me anymore? Do you want me to constantly be battling like this against stupid people who try to work against my tide? I am going to rule China one day, and it won’t be because idiotic people like you tell me what to do,” Feng growled out.

“S-sorry sir,” he whimpered out.

“Shut up and go check the perimeter,” Feng said, barking a few more orders before the men scattered like pool balls.

You sat there, silently observing everything going on. They had a standard set up, something two D3s could liquidate easily. But with one of you being compromised, it made it a little harder. Hopefully Taehyung had a plan.

“Worried that your husband won’t come for you?” Feng sneered, looking at you with disgust.

“When my husband shows up, you all should be very concerned about what you do next,” you warned, glaring harshly at Feng with as much venom as you could muster.

“Taehyung is a man of politics and sweet talking, not action. Although, he must have some action to have you end up in this state,” he scoffed.

“I’m known to be a man of action.”

Both yours and Feng’s heads snapped in the direction of the voice.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, so relieved to see him here. But at the same time fear coursed through your veins. This was a volatile situation with lots of variables, you both had to play this perfectly for it to work.

“Y/N,” he answered, coming to walk forward.

You felt cool metal touch the side of your temple and Taehyung halted in his steps, staring at the gun pointed to your head.

“I believe you owe me something, Mr. Taehyung,” Feng said, holding out his hand. 

Taehyung retrieved something from the inside of his jacket, holding it up before setting it down on the floor and kicking it over towards the two of you. Feng bent down to pick it up when you struck.

Lifting your tied legs up you bashed your heel over his head, causing him to collapse onto the ground. Taehyung rushed forward, quickly removing your bindings around your wrists and feet.

“Taehyung we don’t have much time, a majority of the guards will be back soon after checking the perimeter. Once they see your car they’re gonna book it back here,” you warned.

“I know, you act like this is my first rodeo,” he remarked, sounding mock hurt. 

Finally the restraints came off, falling to the ground in a heap. Taehyung didn’t hesitate to pull you into his embrace, quickly claiming your lips with his.

“Mmm, Taehyung, not now,” you said, pulling away after a few pecks. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” A guard asked, raising his gun and pointing it at you. Taehyung immediately put his body between you and the gun. 

“Feng is just taking a nap,” Taehyung pulled out his gun and shot at Feng, three times. “Permanently.”

“You son of a bitch!” 

Bullets started raining down on the two of you. Taehyung interlocked your fingers, taking off down the warehouse floor. You could hear the metal bullets flying past your ears, making them ring in irritation.

Taehyung continued to pull you down the alleyway, running fast as he could. Your legs burned with the effort to carry your body. You were frightened, adrenaline pumping through your veins at the idea of something happening to you. Taehyung or the baby. But you couldn’t think that way here, it was flight or fight time. And it’s time to fight.

Grabbing Taehyung’s gun you fired off a few rounds, hitting a couple guards towards the top of the railing. But with you standing still, you got a nick in your shoulder, a bullet grazing your delicate flesh.

Taehyung ripped the gun from your grasp and pushed you in front of him, sending your body hurtling forward. “Taehyung let me handle this,” you screamed.

“If you handle it that way you’ll wind up dead, and I won’t have that!” He yelled.

“Taehyung trust me,” you begged, going further ahead.

“I trust you with my life, but not yours,” he said, moving towards the car. Bullets flew past the two of you, one hitting the car tire dead on, having it pop like a balloon. Taehyung cursed as he sent a few rounds off back into the warehouse. You watched as a few men dropped like flies. His aim was deadly, no wonder he was one of the top operatives of the team.

“We need to find transport,” you said, looking at Taehyung.

“I know, but my car is around back, we’d have to fight our way through,” Taehyung said, looking dead ahead.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers.

“No, I can’t risk you getting hurt,” he denied.

“Taehyung give me a gun and let’s get them. I’ve got your six if you’ve got mine,” you said, smiling brightly.

A few moments later, a pistol was place in your hand and Taehyung started moving ahead.

“Cover my back, I’ll go in first, you get any that I miss. Extra magazines are in my pockets,” he instructed as the two of you walked down the suspiciously empty hallway.

A few steps in Taehyung fired his first round. You both kept moving, hands interlocked and moving as one. You two were partners, and you both were going to get out of this unscathed if the other had anything to say about it. Taehyung felt your wedding band rub against his fingers and a new found strength gripped him. 

He wouldn’t fail.

Not today.

You saw movement in the room next to you, taking aim as you fired the round, watching as a man collapsed behind the door. A smirk left your lips as you saw the crimson fluid spill from under the door. Another one bites the dust.

Taehyung fired again, making sure to clear the rooms before heading down the hallway. Suddenly, two men appeared from the hallway in your direction. You squeezed Taehyung’s hand, he instantly flipped the two of you around, firing off two shots in their direction. You heard the distinct thud of bodies hitting the floor when you also took three shots at men coming towards you the new head of the movement.

Two went down easy, the third struggled on the floor, aimed and shot, shooting through the ceiling right in front of you. Running forward you crushed his wrist with your heeled shoe, shooting him through the head for good measure before Taehyung came back, bringing your hands together once more and taking the lead.

“They just keep coming,” you exclaimed, fingers already hurting from the recoil of the gun.

“Hang in there, just a few more, then we’re home free,” Taehyung said, shooting down the hall once more.

“Okay,” you agreed, letting the years of your training take over your body.

“That’s my girl,” Taehyung smiled, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles for a moment before pushing forward through the building.

The pet name sent liquid fire through your veins. You were his girl, you were the one carrying his child, no one else. It was the two of you against the world right now, and you were going to win.

“I see the door, I’m not sure if there’s an alarm on it or not, but be prepared to run,” he said, approaching the metal door with an air of caution. He checked around the seal, not seeing any wires or things of that nature that would trip an alarm, nor did he see any sensors that could also send a signal back to the main area of the warehouse.

“I think we’re in the clear. The car is right around the corner when we get down the stairs, okay? You go ahead of me alright. In case this door does trigger an alarm, I want you to get in the car and go. If I’m hit or I go down, you go without me, you understand?”

Panic suffused your body. Leave? Without him? Never.

“No, I won’t go unless you’re there with me,” you argued.

“Listen, if I go down there’s no way you can get me in the car by yourself. You’re carrying precious cargo baby, best not to risk anything,” Taehyung explained.

“Tae I’m not going to leave you,” you said, shaking your head.

“Baby listen to me, I need you to make it out of here. If I lose you now I-I don’t know what I’ll do,” he said, looking at you with concern.

“You won’t lose me, and I won’t lose you. We’re getting out of here together, Taehyung,” you said.

“Then let’s go,” he announced, opening the door. The two of you bolted down the stairs, not waiting for the alarm to trip or anything of the sort. Your heart was hammering in your chest, blood pounding in your ears. God, it had been so long since you felt like this.

The fear, the adrenaline.

It all made you realize what a crazy few months this had been. Originally, you hated Taehyung, hated what he represented. Everything you couldn’t be, just a reminder that you had failed. But in reality he was always there. Like no one else had been. Sure at the beginning it was by force, but after a while, you enjoyed having him around. He ate your dinners with gusto, complimented your appearance, was there for you when the rest of your world fell apart. 

Sure he could be a dick, but there’s a good person under all the bullshit. You wanted to discover that person. The one you had a glimpse of during these months. The one who smiles at every dog, who doesn’t like bitter things, who needs to sleep holding onto you.

Taehyung was the only person you could rely on, and you for him. The pair of you made a pact, all those months ago. Help me, help you. And the two of you were in it for the long haul now, a child on the way changed how you saw your life going. You never expected to be a mother.

But if it was with Taehyung, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe the two of you could make it work in a healthy way for everyone involved...

You saw the car, parked just off the road and in the ditch slightly, enough so no one would see it. Another shot rang out as you two booked it across the open dirt clearing around the warehouse.

Making it to the car you flung the driver side door open, when you realized Taehyung wasn’t standing beside you.

“Taehyung!” You screamed.

Looking behind you, Taehyung was there holding his side as if he had run too fast, but you saw it.

Blood.

Everything slowed down. You watched as he brought his hand before his face, staring at the crimson liquid coating his fingers. His eyes looked to yours, clear orbs that stared into his soul. Fuck, he fucked up. And he fucked up bad.

“Go on baby,” he said, falling to his knees.

“Taehyung, no!” you screamed, running over to his side.

“Y/N, get in the fucking car and go now,” he said through gritted teeth.

“No, I can’t just leave you here are you crazy?” you said, holding his side as well.

“Y/N, I’m serious. Leave me now, they’re coming,” he said.

True to his word you heard footsteps coming down the stairs that the pair of you had just run down yourselves. It sounded like a death march approaching you two. Taehyung was shuddering, white button up during red with proof of his injury.

“I’ll fend them off,” you said, holding his head with your other hand.

“No, you won’t. Go now, while you still can baby please,” he begged.

“Please don’t make me do this without you,” you cried, tears streaming down your face.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could... Be there for the both of you,” he said, placing his hand on your stomach. “Daddy loves you... Both of you,” he whispered. Before he went limp in your arms.

“Taehyung, no! Please please come back, I love you too please!” you screamed.

“There they are!”

“Get the bitch!”

With a final kiss you bolt up, firing a few shots at the men before you took off into the car, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

Throwing the car in gear you peeled off down the road, hearing furious screaming behind you. But all you could hear were those words that’d haunt you for the rest of your life.

“I love you too, Taehyung.”

---

“It’s been five months, Y/N, you need to take it easy,” your friend, Park Jimin, said, helping you stand from your seated position.

“I’m only seven months, I got two more to go,” you said, rubbing your swollen belly with affection.

When you returned to the agency without Taehyung, Seokjin immediately knew what happened.

“Was it short?” he asked you as you appeared before him.

“Yes, he didn’t suffer,” you said.

Daddy loves you... Both of you...

Thinking about him still hurt, made your head spin with the memories of everything the two of you did together. 

His body laying in the dirt alone, as you ran to the safety of the vehicle.

Tears sprung to your eyes and Jimin rushed over, shushing you and rubbing your back.

Taehyung apparently had written a will out while the two of you were living in Feng’s little compound. Saying that anything and everything was to go to you. His apartment, his stocks and his trust that his parents left for him. It was all under your name now.

You could easily support your child and send them to any college you wanted without lifting a finger, but you knew that couldn’t work. So you got a job at a local convenience store. Something to pass the time while the baby twirled and kicked in your belly. 

People that came in and cooed over you, asking how you were and how the father was. You put on your brave face and told them he passed, but you were still doing well regardless. An old grandmother approached the check out one day...

It had been slow, no one really coming in except for a few college students and a couple middle aged men. Your feet were heavy with the weight of your pregnancy, but other than that, the day was alright.

Slow days like this were always a little harder on you. It gave you more time to think. Think about the past, the daunting cloud that was the future hanging over you. You must’ve looked distressed because a little old lady came up to the counter, a simple bottle of water in her basket.

“Are you alright dear?” She asked, looking at you with concern.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you said, wiping your eyes lightly to get whatever emotion was there out of them.

“Are you sure about that?” She questioned, looking deep into your heart.

And before you knew it, the floodgates opened. 

“No,” you whimpered out, tears falling freely from your face. 

“Oh my sweet, come here,” she said, opening her arms.

Running around the counter you took the embrace. It was the first time since Taehyung died you felt this level of comfort. Jimin tried his best but, nothing compared to the touch of a mother, someone who knew what you were going through. 

“You don’t have to talk about it, I know that pain. My husband passed before the birth of our third child. I know how badly you must hurt, but my dear, we must live on to celebrate their memory. There's sadness that comes with every passing, but we need to be happy for them. Be joyous in their memory, so that they can live on in us.”

You’d never cried that hard in your life you were certain.

But the old lady you’d never met just hung onto you, keeping you close and patting your head until your cries stopped. 

“Y/N, are you listening to me?” Jimin asked as he sat at your feet, rubbing them after your long day at work.

“Nope,” you said, popping the p for effect.

“I was saying, that we should make a nursery soon. You can’t put it off much longer. The baby is going to be here before you know it,” he said, rubbing out a knot that had been bothering you since near the beginning of your pregnancy.

“I can’t touch his stuff, Jimin, I can’t,” you whisper.

“Then I can-”

“Go in that room and I’ll cut your hands off Park Jimin,” you warned.

“Okay, okay. Then we should at least set up the cradle in your room,” he said, trying to compromise.

“Fine, but can we do it later, I’m super tired right now.”

“Yeesh, you’re such a little baby. Fine we’ll hold off until you have your next day off. Then we’re doing it,” he said.

“Okay okay, whatever,” you complained.

Jimin’s phone rang. You whined at the loss of his hands on your feet but let him go take his conversation. You looked down at your big, swollen belly and rubbed your hands over the flesh there. You didn’t want to know the gender of the baby yet. You weren’t sure what you wanted, but you knew that if they looked anything like Taehyung, your heart would break in the best way. 

Big eyes like his, that boxy smile, broad shoulders and large hands that held yours just so. Tears made their way into your eyes as you thought about him. After five months it still hurt. Not to wake up and have his arm over your waist. Hearing his soft singing in the shower. Not having his snarky comments and kinda rude attitude was even something you missed.

You just missed him...

“Hey, Y/N-oh shit, are you alright?” he asked, coming forward and touching your knee comfortingly.

“No, Jimin. How am I going to do this by myself? I can’t raise a child without him. I’m going to fuck it up, it’s going to go so wrong and I... I don’t know if I can do this,” you whimpered.

“You can do this. You aren’t alone. You know that Joy and I will do everything we can to help you out. Trust in us, we’ll be there every step of the way,” Jimin said, trying to comfort you.

“I miss him... So much,” you cried out, tears flowing freely down your face at this point. Jimin pulled you to his chest, trying to shush you, to comfort you in any way that he could. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Taehyung. 

After a few minutes you finally calmed down. Jimin explained he had to leave and with a kiss on your forehead he was gone.

You sat on the couch, trying to watch some TV but nothing was getting rid of that feeling. The feeling in your gut that you knew. It was familiar. But you couldn’t pin it down.

Getting ready for bed you brushed your teeth and washed your face. Getting into bed you wrapped up in the blanket. It had been increasingly difficult for you to fall asleep as your pregnancy progressed. Too big to lay on your stomach and back you had to settle for sleeping on your side, something you weren’t used to. And trying to sleep without someone next to you was difficult.

Tossing back and forth all night you didn’t really fall asleep.

You kept hearing noises and having nightmares. 

Watching TV did little to ease your nerves.

You’d been spending time like this recently. So tired you’re desperate to sleep but you know in the back of your mind that sleep is so far away. 

Giving up you decided to go on a walk.

You lived in a decent neighborhood, mainly filled with older couples with no children, so you decided that a nice brisk walk in the fresh spring air would do you well. Struggling to pull on your shoes you heard it.

A rustling outside in the bushes. You waited a few moments before you heard it again. It was large, possibly a young bear, but you weren’t sure a bear would be this far into the suburbs. Again, you listened, this time a cough rang out as you waited.

A person.

Running to the bedroom you opened your bedside drawer and pulled the gun that sat under the false bottom. Gripping it tightly in your hands you moved slowly.

You knew how ridiculous this must look, but you were pregnant, alone and not taking any chances. Worst comes to worst you shoot a bear and call the cops saying you thought you were being robbed. You had a license, nothing would come of it. 

But bears don’t cough like that...

Slowly you approached the door, gun aimed low. You walked with purpose, keeping your posture straight as to be prepared in case someone came up behind you. If this was a robbery, it was likely not just one person. You didn’t want to call the police just yet, because maybe it was dumb kids deciding to take on a defenseless pregnant woman. Easy pray.

Normally.

However, as you approached the door you heard the rustling stop.

You laid your hand on the door knob, preparing yourself for the onslaught of what could be beyond the cherry hardwood. 

Quickly, you pushed the door open, aiming your gun at-

“Meow.”

“What the fuck?” you asked, looking down at a black and brown cat that had situated itself on your front doorstep.

“Meeeooowww.” It drawled at you, looking up and into your house with interest.

“No. Shoo,” you said, waving your gun carelessly into the night.

“Meeeoowww,” it said again, gazing at you with such tender eyes that it made your stomach drop.

“You need a place to stay, is that it?” you questioned, looking down at the animal.

It merely meowed again and moved passed you, strutting into your house like it owned the place.

“Sure, come on in,” you joked, walked back inside only to be stunned by what you saw.

The outline of a man, standing in the middle of your home.

Instantly the gun went up, locking onto his head with deadly precision.

“Who the fuck are you,” you growled, waiting for the intruder to turn around.

“Y/N?”

The gun clattered to the floor.

“What...?” you asked, staring into the face of the man you thought you’d never see again.

Taehyung stood before you, hair much longer than the last time you’d seen him. He looked thinner, but not grotesquely so. You couldn’t help yourself, you walked forward.

“This is a dream, a really cruel dream,” you whispered to yourself as you reached him.

“Baby,” he whispered, as if he was in the same place you were. Star struck.

“Taehyung what are you...” you said, reaching out and touching his face. There were a few scars here and there, but it was the same face, the same man you’d fallen in love with, standing before you.

“Feng’s top operatives are dead, the whole system is shut down, all thanks to us,” he said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

SMACK.

Taehyung’s head whirled to the other side as your hand collided with his cheek. Coming back with a confused look on his face he faced your anger.

“What the fuck do you call this?” you asked, glaring at him.

“What do you mean?” he said, holding his cheek in offense.

“What are you doing here, you’re dead Taehyung,” you growled.

“No, Y/N, I’m right here, I didn’t die,” he said, moving towards you. 

You placed your hand out in front of you, stopping him in his tracks. “Please Taehyung, don’t do this to me,” you begged.

“Don’t do what? Can’t you see me? I came back for you, for us,” he announced, like a grand scheme that had all gone to plan.

“What us, Taehyung? We never really had an us,” you explained, thinking back to your memories with him.

“The us we wanted to have,” he said quickly.

“Is that even possible for us, Taehyung? Did you think about that? About all these men that are going to be chasing you? And you brought them right here? To me?”

“No, baby, listen. I killed each and every one of them. I made sure that no one would hurt what I want to build with you,” he said.

“And what is that, Taehyung?” You asked, wanting to hear him say it.

“A family, Y/N. I want to build a family, a life with you,” he divulged, looking like an embarrassed school boy.

“Do you really think that’s possible? That your work won’t follow you-”

“I quit the agency,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. 

“You what?” you asked, looking at him in disbelief.

“I quit, Y/N, I’m done with espionage,” he said.

“You’re never done with the agency, you told me that yourself,” you accused.

“No, please hear me out. I wiped my record, everything. They don’t have access to anything anymore. Hyung won’t try to find me, I promise,” he begged.

“You can’t make a promise for someone else Taehyung,” you reminded him darkly.

“How can I convince you that I want this, that I want you more than anything?”

“I don’t know,” you whispered, dropping your gaze to the floor.

“Please, tell me how to fix this,” he pleaded, cradling your face in his hands.

“I don’t know if you can, Taehyung. It’s all so messed up,” you said, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

“God, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I did this. This is my fault,” he said, rubbing his face.

“It’s not just your fault, Taehyung, I didn’t help the situation any,” you said, trying to ease his pain.

“I was so hell bent on getting revenge... I could’ve stopped but I didn’t. I didn’t stop until every last one of them was gone, and it took me too long. I mean, look at you,” he said, gesturing to your stomach. “If I had waited any longer our child would be born and I... I could’ve missed that because of wanting revenge. I’m disgusting.”

“Taehyung stop.”

“Y/N it’s my fault that you’re like this. It’s my fault that you had to suffer and it’s my fault that we-”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed his lips with passion you hadn’t felt in a long time. Taehyung took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your hips, pulling you closer than you were before. Your stomach pressed against his and your baby swirled and kicked and tumbled inside of your stomach. The air wooshed out of your lungs as you felt them wiggle around. Never had they been so active before.

Taehyung pulled away, looking at you with sheer adoration. “I can feel them,” he said, holding the side of your stomach gently. “Can I?” he asked, looking at you with desperation.

You nodded your head, looking down as he fell to his knees in front of you. Taehyung’s hands pushed your shirt up to expose your full belly. His eyes misted up as he wiped at them furiously. “You’re so beautiful, honestly,” he said, placing his lips against your soft skin.

“You’re so full of shit,” you said, laughing. “I’m the size of a whale,” you complained.

“No you aren’t. You’re pregnant, with my baby, fuck that’s so hot,” he groaned, tilting his head back.

“Yeah?” 

“Yes, fuck...” he said, resting his head on your belly. Your baby kicked, making Taehyung’s head pop up quickly. “They kicked! Oh my God, Y/N!”

“Yeah, our baby tends to do that, a lot at night too,” you told him softly.

“Really?” he asked, looking genuinely excited.

“Mhmm,” you said, gazing at Taehyung’s sparkling eyes.

“Y/N,” Taehyung swallowed hard, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

“C-Can I stay... with you?”

“What?”

“N-evermind! I’ll get a hotel room or something. Maybe Jin-Hyung will let me stay with him for a while but-”

“Taehyung,” you shushed. He quieted almost immediately.

“Yes?”

“You can stay,” you said softly, “I want you to stay.”

“Really?” he said, astonished.

“Yes, but I’m laying down some ground rules,” you said.

“Of course,” he announced.

“You have to sleep in the same bed as me,” you started. Taehyung simply smiled. “You have to rub my feet when I ask, the first time I ask. And I want you to wash my hair for me,” you said, adding on that last one just to make him annoyed.

“Okay,” he agreed easily.

“And,” you said again.

“And?” he waited patiently.

“And I get to pick the first name of the baby,” you said smirking.

“Can’t we atleast get a list of names we both like together?” he asked, pouting.

“Fine fine, we can do that,” you agreed.

“So I can stay?” he asked, looking for any hesitation in your eyes.

“Yes, Taehyung, you can stay. I want you to stay,” you said again, moving to wrap him in your arms tightly.

“So we’re doing this, officially?”

“I thought it already was?” you asked, holding your hand up to reveal your ring, the one you hadn’t taken off since Taehyung ‘died’.

“You didn’t take it off?”

“How could I? It was one of the only things you ever gave me, besides this,” you said, pointing to your stomach with a laugh.

“I’m not going to apologize,” he said, smiling.

“Don’t want you to,” you said, grinning back.

“Let’s go to bed, my pretty wife,” he said, taking your hand and leading you into the bedroom.

The pair of you laid down, not even wanting to change. Taehyung comfortably wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back towards his body. 

It felt like being whole again, everything was right with the world.

And everything was going to be okay.

---

Everything was not okay.

“Taehyung I swear to fuck if you hit one more goddamn bump in this road I will slit your throat,” you growled, hanging onto the bar above the window for dear life.

“Baby I’m going as smoothly as I can,” he argued.

“Bullshit, it’s like you’re doing it on purpose!” you accused.

“Y/N,” he countered.

“Do not Y/N me right now Kim Taehyung or I will fucking kill you!”

It had started about an hour ago. 

Your baby was quiet, Taehyung and you sleeping soundly when you felt it. A distinct cramp coming from your well... down there.

Readjusting yourself you thought that might help and make it go away. You’d been cramping a lot lately, something the doctor told you was totally normal in your stage of pregnancy. But if it got any more intense then you should probably come in.

Then a sharp stabbing pain made you jolt up in bed. Taehyung was quick to get up too, looking blearily at you in concern.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, rubbing your shoulder soothingly.

“Nothing I just-ah!” you gasped, feeling another sharp pain shoot through your body.

“Y/N?” he asked, turning to face you more directly.

“I-I think I’m having contractions,” you paled.

“Are you sure they aren't braxton hicks?” he asked, trying to narrow down the issue.

“No. These feel completely different than those, I-I wanna go to the hospital,” you said, moving to stand up when a rush of fluid went down your leg. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said, staring at your soaked legs.

“Get the car.”

That’s how you wound up driving to the hospital at three in the morning on a Tuesday. 

Pulling into the parking lot Taehyung came around quickly to help get you out of the car. You took his arm, legs feeling wobbly as you tried to stand. Taehyung helped you the whole way, listening to you curse him out while you made your way across the parking lot.

It was a blur from there. Taehyung’s voice the only thing you could clearly make out.

You were in a wheelchair and you could feel the urge to push, you needed to push.

“Taehyung,” you whimpered, reaching for him desperately.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you’re going to be okay,” he said, wrapping his fingers around yours as you made it to the room. 

Doctors were in a flurry around you, people poking and prodding at you, adjusting this and moving that when you finally had enough.

“Stop with all the fucking around and just help me push for fucksake!” you screamed.

Everyone stopped and the doctor towards the back seemed to catch on.

“She’s dilated she needs to push,” he said, coming forward and adjusting your legs in the stirrups so that you could have better leverage.

“Okay sweetheart now take a deep breath and push,” the nurse behind you said. 

Pushing was so hard, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. 

It was as if no matter how hard you pushed nothing would happen.

“Taehyung,” you whined, making a grabbing motion for him. Soon a big hand was wrapped around yours, warmth enveloping you as you felt the urge to push again.

“Come on baby, push, just like they said, you can do it,” Taehyung encouraged.

“I can’t. Taehyung it hurts too much,” you whimpered, grabbing onto him desperately.

“I can see the head! You’re doing amazing!”

“See? They’re almost here baby, just a little more,” Taehyung said, tears in his eyes.

“Do you got my six?” you asked, looking at him with misty eyes as well.

“I got your six baby, till the end,” he nodded.

One more big push and you felt instant relief. 

“Sir, do you want to cut the cord?”

Soon Taehyung’s warmth was replaced by a small body being placed on your chest, crying was all you heard. Instinctually, you brought them to your breast, letting them latch on and drink their fill.

Then a small kiss was placed to the top of your head.

“Baby she’s beautiful,” he cried, nestling his head into your hair.

“She? It’s a girl?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yes, it’s a girl,” he acknowledged. 

“Oh my God,” you cried, wrapping your arms around your baby, coddling her to your chest. 

“What’s the name?” A nurse from the back asked, probably getting a crib for her ready.

“Rose,” you said, instantly knowing the name was perfect for your child.

Taehyung made a small whimpering sound from behind you, and you knew he liked it too.

Turning slightly you brought him to your lips, a sweet kiss being shared between the two of you. 

“I love you Taehyung,” you said, wiping a single tear from his eye.

“I love you too, Y/N, both of you.”

Taehyung

Some Taehyung oneshots I've read on Tumblr.

Hush

Summary: “ Future doesn’t matter/ I’d give it up for you/ Even though I know that/ you’d never do/ You know your power/ And I know it too/ I’ll end up in fire/ Burning with you” - Isak Danielson (Religion)

Genre: Thriller, Historical!AU, E2L and then uhm back to E, Angst, Fluff?

Warnings: Major Character Death, blood, poor depictions of history

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Cat & Mouse

Summary: Run away, little mouse, you have 5 minutes.

Genre: Horror/Thriller, Angst

The Best Friend's Older Brother Cliché

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Aperture (M) | kth

↬ Pairing: fan/photographer!Taehyung x idol!Reader ↬ Story Genre:smut, slowburn ↬ Warnings in this chapter: explicit language, explicit sex scene, spanking, hair pulling, biting. ↬ Word count: 9.6K ↬ Summary: You met Taehyung at a fansign and you knew right away that he was trouble, are you willing to risk it all for a fan?

It has been 3 years since you debuted in a 4 member girl group along with Bo, Serena and Nari. The group is called Aperture, the name being taken from the ‘aperture’ - the part of a camera where the light passes through to capture the picture. That particular name was chosen because you wished to act like an ‘aperture’ to your fans and capture all the moments in life in your songs, letting your fans relate to you through their experiences.

You were the lead rapper, lead dancer and the oldest of the group. Bo was the leader, main vocal and visual of the group due to her big puppy eyes and pouty lips, Serena was the lead vocal and main dancer, and Nari was the maknae and main rapper.

Your group had had a rough beginning (due to not having that much success) but that all changed with the last album you had released - ‘Light and Dark’. The album had darker and more seductive tones than your previous girly concepts, your group and your company feeling like you should change up all your concepts to try and catch the eye of the public.

The title track for this album was called ‘Boudoir’, which is a lady’s bedroom but can also be a type of photography to value feminine beauty, usually done in said bedroom. The song basically talks about how women should value their beauty and shouldn’t be scared of being sexy.

The MV was one of the most daring ever made in the kpop world. It had 6 different scenes: 1 individual scene for each member, and 2 choreo shots. Serena was in a bathtub with pink water, Nari was laying on a black fluffy rug, Bo was sitting on a red couch and you were on a bed with red silk sheets and wearing black lacy lingerie. The choreo shots were filmed in 2 different sets: one where fake rain would pour on you guys, and the other with lots of fire surrounding you.

You liked the change of direction your group took, but you were a little scared that people would find your whole new concept too much, however to your surprise your popularity skyrocketed. You even managed to get your first win on music show programs, along with 2 other wins.

The demand for your group started to get bigger and bigger, with variety shows, fan signs and events and even your very first big concert in Seoul. You and your members were so excited that day that you even cried during the concert, making your makeup artist very angry.

After having that first concert in a big venue your fan signs also moved to bigger venues, due to bigger demand. It was at one of those fansigns that you first saw him - Taehyung. You were the last member in the line and you were busy signing the album of a very sweet girl when Nari, who was right next to you, whispered in your ear: “look at the hottie that’s about to come in.” You looked at the line of fans and saw him standing there, waiting for his turn to meet you guys. When your eyes met his you felt like he had stolen all the air in the room from you. His dark chocolate eyes connected with yours, pulling you in, his light brown fluffy hair making you want to run your fingers through it, the chest peeking through his white unbuttoned shirt making you want to commit the sweetest sin of them all. You had a personal rule of not dating fans but he was so mouthwatering that he seriously made you want to break every rule in existence.

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