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AMELIA, my sweet girl 😭 tysm for taking time to read!!! you're so so sweet, ily. I'm so glad you enjoyed it and laughed, because really... I laughed the whole time creating this couple lol. they really are a gong show 😅

(don't be sorry, I'm just glad you took the time out of your day to enjoy it 🥺)

House Rivals - kth (m)

pairings: grffindor!kth x slytherin!reader

synopsis: You were the Slytherin Heir; he was Gryffindor's Pride. For centuries, your two houses never got along, despising each other, pulling crude moves on the Quidditch pitch... So can you imagine what people would think if they found out you two were hooking up?

genre: smut, fluff, little bit of angst(?); e2l, fwb (tae's sort of a fuckboy)

warning(s): mature language, sexual content, heavy make-out sessions, some dry humping (maybe lol), dirty talk (honestly, Tae could've been considered a Slytherin here lol, he's filthy), squirting, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), teasing, biting, doggy, rough sex, unprotected sex (safe sex is sexy ppl!!!), cream pie, hair pulling, ass spanking, big!dicktae, swearing, fingering, begging. I think that's all, but please let me know if I missed anything!!!

word count: ~8.4k

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notes: she's here!!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy this little one-shot! Hopefully soon I'll put up something where you guys could get to know me... So if you're reading this... please send me questions that you'd like to know about me, I will be compiling a few of my most asked questions into a post, that way you guys could get to know me a little bit more (:.

In the meantime. Please enjoy my first hogwarts au!

“I hate that more than half of our classes are with Gryffindor.”

Park Jimin scoffed, “You act as if you’re the only one that hates them.” The two of you trudged your way back towards the dungeons from the Great Hall, where your upcoming class was about to begin.

For as long as you could remember, Slytherin’s and Gryffindor’s never got along. Ever. So, the solution to this issue, was to stick the two houses in almost every single class together. And it has been like this for years, but this year it seemed to bother you even more; it was your last year.

“Shut up, Jimin,” You hissed as you both turned the corner, the door to the hell hole in your line of vision, “you literally have friends in every single house. If you were to ask me to sort you, I would’ve stuck you with the Puffs.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “You and I both know I belong in Slytherin, just because I’m the nicer one out of the two of us, doesn’t mean I don’t belong here.”

You and Jimin have been best friends ever since 1st year. Many thought it was an odd pairing, because you were the definition of Slytherin, while Jimin was quite the opposite. He really did have the personality of a Hufflepuff, however, the Slytherin in him showed when he sneakily brought fire whiskey into the common rooms during your 5th year and almost got caught had he not lied through his teeth. You remembered how shocked the Head of House was when Jimin stated that he got the fire whiskey from the alley’s of Hogsmeade, claiming he had no idea what it was that he even started tearing up. That was the first time anyone had ever seen your Head of House shown sympathy. It was stupid, but it got you guys out of trouble. You still remember Jimin’s smirk while he wiped away his fake tears as the Head of House took the alcohol away and left without a word.

Not even a single punishment was given.

You both entered the classroom to see everyone in their seats. The reds were on the other half of the room, while the greens stayed as far away from them as possible; the division in the room can clearly be seen.

No one mingled with one another.

Min Yoongi’s bright blonde hair was tussled in the back corner of the room, his head down on one of the desks, two free seats right in front of him and another empty spot right next to him. Both you and Jimin snickered at your sleeping best friend.

Yoongi had also been with you guys since first year, he was always quiet except when he was around you and Jimin. The very first time you and Jimin met Yoongi was when he was sorted into Slytherin. He sat in front of you and Jimin, he looked intimidating with his blank stare, but it had been Jimin to break the ice. You remembered how Yoongi’s lips quirked up when Jimin complimented on how much he embodied the definition of Slytherin. You recalled giving him a hard stare while his small smirk turned into a thin line. You raised an eyebrow at him and he mirrored your actions before snapping your eyes at Jimin who pinched your leg, before carrying on a friendly conversation with him. At the time you weren’t very fond of Min Yoongi, you both hung out because of Jimin, but at the time you weren’t really friends. However, your opinion on him changed when he showed his loyalty to you.

It had been in 2nd year, where there had been a basilisk on the loose in the castle. Many of your peers had believed it was you to have let the creature roam free in the castle because of your blood status; you were part of the Sacred pureblood line. In total, there were 6 Pureblood wizarding families that has been pure for centuries: The Kim’s, Jung’s, Jeon’s, Min’s, Park’s, and Y/LN. However, your family isn’t just any pureblood family—you were the descendant of Salazar Slytherin—so with this information, it made perfect sense for everyone to blame you. You were never a weak person, so the rumors shouldn’t have bothered you as much, but they had. You kept it to yourself, not wanting to appear weak, however you hadn’t realized how much Yoongi paid attention. What you didn’t know was that Yoongi actually cared about you, much like Jimin does, but Yoongi never showed it.

But one day, the hate against you had gotten too much that you weren’t sad, but rather, you were furious. Someone had claimed they had saw you looking suspicious as you made your way to the dungeons, which sparked the gathering of students when a 6th year confronted you in the halls. Your hands had been balled up into fists, while the elder female student stared you down, throwing insults after insults. Before you could speak, Yoongi stepped in front of you with his arms crossed. You remembered how venomous his words had been towards the false accusation of the 6th year. You watched as Yoongi flicked his hand and sent the girl flying, scaring everyone in the halls. Yoongi’s, normally quiet, voice boomed causing everyone to scatter, while he threatened them that “if he hears another false accusation, he’d feed them all to the basilisk himself”.

From that day on, you, Jimin, and Yoongi had been inseparable.

“Yah!” Yoongi hissed as you ruffled his hair while taking a seat next to him, Jimin pushing his chair out and spinning it and plopping down on it before facing you two.

“Class hasn’t even started yet and you’re already asleep?” You teased Yoongi.

“All the more reason to sleep,” Yoongi smiled lazily showcasing his famous gummy smile.

The three of you laughed together before the door burst opened to reveal the Kim’s. The whole class piped down as the girls all swooned with their entrance and the boys stared with adoration, while the whole Slytherin house snarled at the doorway.

The Kim’s were composed of three men: Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung. These three have been rumored to have been descendants of Godric Gryffindor himself. Seokjin and Namjoon being brothers, while Taehyung was their first cousin. While the brothers never bothered you too much, it had been Taehyung to piss you off to no end. His arrogance and flirtatious attitude rubbed you the wrong way, it made it worst with the fact that he was the biggest womanizer in the entire school. The rumors, which he neither confirmed nor denied, about him having a different woman in his bed every night made you second guess the Sorting Hat’s decision.

Everything about him screamed Slytherin, but he showed his true colors when he had entered the Triwizard tournament and had won. Everyone loved the Golden Kim, except you. You didn’t fall to his feet in worship, instead you and he were known to have verbal fights as often as Filch gave out detentions—which was often. Most times, Yoongi and Jimin needed to pull you away before you hexed him, while Seokjin and Namjoon watched with a smirk. You had never guessed that the three Kim’s were Gryffindor’s, but whatever. While you thought of ways to hex the youngest Kim, you ignored the other instances shared between you and Taehyung that no one seems to know about. Thank goodness.

Piercing blue contacts met your own eyes, staring at you hard while he walked across the room towards the Gryffindor side. Your eyes dropped down to his lips that curved up into a smirk before he followed his Hyung’s towards their seats, but his eyes never left yours, and you seemed to not want to leave his either. He dropped his left eye in a wink before sitting down and turning away. You scoffed crossing your arms.

“You good? You’re blushing!” Yoongi poked your cheek teasing you, while Jimin doubled over in laughter.

“OH no way!” Jimin gasps in between fits of laughter, “I knew it! You totally have the hots for Kim Taehyung!”

You smacked both boys, earning a yelp of surprise from Yoongi.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“Fuck off, I don’t have a thing for a fucking Gryffindor twat.” You grunted out.

“Lie all you want; you can’t deny he’s a good-looking man.” Jimin shrugged, earning a huff of annoyance from you.

“Shut your trap Park.” You hissed.

Before either of you could utter another word, the professor walked in.

* * *

Your back was pushed roughly against the wall, while his lips hungrily attacked yours. Hands hastily roaming each other’s bodies as he bit your lip lightly, earning a whimper from you. You never in your life would’ve thought you’d be in this compromising position with Kim Taehyung.

It had been a year and a half since your first encounter like this. The idiot boy was leaning up against the Whomping Willow teasing you while you were meant to be finishing up your transfiguration project. He had been meaning to take a stroll around the castle, but when he saw your pretty self on your stomach furiously writing, he knew that he just had to anger you. It has been your game for years. He liked irritating you, it was fun for him. For you, not so much, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was entertaining to bicker with Taehyung, call it fucked up, but your rivalry was one of the few things that made you look forward to each school year. Sometimes, it can be too much that you and Taehyung would furiously spit out insults towards one another to purposely try to hurt the other. And that’s a reminder enough to why you two cannot become anything more than rivals.

Having enough of Taehyung bothering you, you wrapped up your project, and brushed passed him only to have him grip your arm and crash his lips upon yours. Too shocked to have done anything, you stood unmoving for a moment. He pressed you up against the willow harder, earning a shocked gasp to escape your lips. After what seemed like forever, you quickly kissed him back, him moaning into your mouth as he continued to press feverish kisses onto your willing lips. The kiss felt as if it was long overdue, he kissed with so much passion, as if he’s been wanting to do this for a while.

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want it. His hands left your arms to press against the willow tree, pulling away from you. His eyes were full of lust and desire, and you didn’t doubt for a moment your eyes held the same gaze. Too stunned to say anything, you quickly ducked under his arm and ran inside the castle.

You would never admit it to anyone, but part of you had been wanting to become more with Taehyung, maybe even try dating. But you quickly shook that idea out of your head once the rumors started up again about his playboy image. You hated the way you were drawn to him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that there was something about him that made you want him more than just a quick hookup. You wanted to hold his hand, brush his hair away from his face to be able to look into those dark brown eyes, you wanted to hold him and be close to him whenever he felt sad.

God, you sounded like a woman in love.

You hated, despised even, that he made you think – feel –these things, but there was just something about him.

But you’d never admit it to anyone.

You were drawn out of your memories when Taehyung’s lips grazed down your neck, kissing between your collarbones, sucking gently at your skin. Intaking a sharp breath, your hands weaved it’s way into his hair, confused whether or not to push him away or pull him closer. It was a constant internal battle that you often find yourself in. He groaned against your skin, while pushing his body against yours, slipping his knee in between your legs.

“Fucking hell, Taehyung, get off, I have to go.” You hissed, coming to you senses and reluctantly pushing him away.

“You weren’t complaining a moment ago.” He grunted out, adjusting his pants, while you crossed your arms.

“God, can you not drag me away in public settings?” You say harshly, “I rather not get expelled because of you.”

Taehyung scoffed, “I can’t exactly take you to my room, princess.”

And he was right, he couldn’t, and neither could you. Can you imagine what his cousins would say if they caught you in Taehyung’s bed? Can you imagine your reputation in Slytherin if anyone finds out you fooled around with a Kim?

“You’re so fucking annoying,” You hissed.

“Says you, it’s not my fault I haven’t been laid in a bit.” You rolled your eyes. You knew how Taehyung was, so why you were still hooking up with him, is beyond you. You push the lump in your throat down, continuing your glare at him.

“Cry me a river.”

“As if.”

“This needs to stop. God you’re so annoying.” You hissed beginning to walk away.

“You love it.”

You turned around, flipping him off before heading to your next class.

* * *

You had been finishing up assignments in the library all afternoon, while Jimin and Yoongi headed back to the dormitories to take a nap before Quidditch practice. The three of you have been on the team for 5 years now. Yoongi and Jimin being star Chasers, while you were the best female Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen. On Friday you had a match against Gryffindor, which shouldn’t have made you nervous… But it did, not because it was against Gryffindor, but it’s because it’s the last game of your Hogwarts career. This game means everything to the three of you and it equally meant the same for the Kim’s. The rivalry between the six of you guys in and out of the pitch is well known throughout all of Hogwarts. Gryffindor and Slytherin have always made it to the finals and ever since you have been playing, the two houses seemed to switch on and off with winning. This year made you especially nervous; Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied with both winning the quidditch finals 6 times. You remembered how you almost lost to Taehyung last year, had you not jumped off your broom to grab the Snitch before he did, your house would never be making history. You did, however, break your arm in the process, but it was well worth it. If you win this year, Slytherin gets the title of most wins in Hogwarts history along with two consecutive wins.

And you wanted to be the one to give it to them.

But you were still nervous, because your house won last year, you can almost feel as if Gryffindor is going to make sure they win.

Cracking your knuckles, you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Well, look who it is.”

Your eyes snapped open to stare up at the man that stood in front of you. His black hair in ringlets, swept across his forehead. His scarlet robe was opened to showcase his crisp white dress shirt tucked into his trousers, along with his scarlet tie loosely hanging on his neck. You ignored the little incident you had with him earlier today and stared at him.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You snapped before slamming your books shut and shoving them into your bag.

“No need to be so hostile, jagi.” Taehyung teased stepping closer to you.

“I’m not being hostile,” You retort, “I just don’t particularly like you.”

Taehyung threw his head back in a chuckle. You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t attractive.

“No need to lie, baby.” He smirked referring to your heated make-out session earlier today. “You ready for the game this Friday?” He whispered bending down to your height. Your eyes scanned around the room to find that you two were the only ones in the library, which is rare…

Where was everybody?

“If you’re asking if I’m ready to win,” You smirked leaning forward, “then yes.”

“I like the confidence, Slytherin, however, you’re not winning.” Taehyung grunted, standing tall, crossing his arms.

“Oh,” you said, tapping your chin pretending to be deep in thought, “kinda like how you said we were going to lose last year, right?” You tauntingly smiled at the Gryffindor Seeker before he pushed his body against yours, pressing you hard into the desk. His hands gripped the desk on either side of you, caging you between his hard body and the library desk.

“Watch yourself, y/n,” He growled, his eyes narrowing in on you, “don’t wanna break your arm again, do you?”

Narrowing your own eyes, you pressed against his body harder, glaring up into his blue contacts, “I’ll gladly break my arm again if it means Slytherin continues to be the superior house.”

You both didn’t move as you continued your intense staring match, both of your breathing labored with the close proximity of your faces. His eyes gazed down to your lips, and if any of you made any slight movements, your lips would connect with one another; that’s how close you were. Your nose was intoxicated with the smell of mint—probably from the gum he was chewing—but you could also smell the fresh scent of his cologne that could make any girl’s knees weak…

Including your own.

"Pretty." He teased brushing away your hair to look at the pinkish hue that decorated your neck, a smirk creeping onto his face because he knew that he had made that pretty little mark.

Pressing his lips gently against the sensitive patch of skin, you sucked in a shaky breath.

Before you knew it his lips were harshly placed on yours. Gasping, Taehyung took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth while you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

Wow, déjà vu much?

The fire that ignited in your stomach to have this man making out with you in a public place made you wetter than you already were. You tugged at his hair pulling his lips closer to yours, your tongues caressing each other as he pressed you harder against the desk. You could feel his hardness straining in his pants, while you could feel yourself soaking your underwear. Sighing when he kissed down your jaw and nipping at your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, while he grips your waist placing you on the desk, lifting your legs to wrap around him. You could feel him even better now that you were directly against him. Taehyung grinds your clothed centers together while continuing his assault on your neck, his hands gripping your waist tightly, guiding you to press harder into him. Your delicious whimpers urging him more to take you against the library desk, in public for everyone to see. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking the same thing, however, your thoughts were interrupted with Taehyung snaking his hand up to your hair and tugging it to have you meet his lustful gaze, before attaching your lips together once more. The kisses were hot and needy, not realizing how much you wanted him until now. Sure, you both have encountered heated make out sessions much like this… but this felt somewhat different?

You couldn’t explain it.

You knew you had a small thing for him, but you couldn’t. Shouldn’t. You were rivals, it was too cliché, but the desire you have to want him, and the want he seems to have for you, seems to override the stupid rivalry between you and your groups. However, you being the prideful bitch you were, you couldn’t allow this to continue to happen between you two.

What would your house think?

Coming to your senses, you pushed Taehyung away from you once again.

Taehyung stumbled back in surprise, you shrugged your bag over your shoulder, once again glaring at the devilishly handsome man, acting as if you two didn’t just engage in yet another sexual act.

“Never do that to me again, Kim Taehyung,” You hissed at him, “I mean it. This is the last time.” With that you pushed past the dumbfounded man.

Albeit unknown to you, Taehyung smiled watching your figure exit the library.

* * *

It was finally Friday. The day of the last Quidditch match of the year, and the senior’s last Quidditch match at Hogwarts. It was a big day for everyone, many exams had finished this morning and everyone was preparing for the Quidditch match of the year. The whole student body knows how important this last game meant from Slytherin and Gryffindor that tonight it was expected that everyone will change their robes to the colors of their favorite team. The adrenaline pumping through your veins were loud, that you were almost sure everyone you walked by could hear.

“Alright guys,” You began as you stared at your team for the last time, you’re not one to be emotional but you could feel your face break into a grin. Not that, that was out of the ordinary, because Slytherin’s all know how pretty you can smile, but this smile was different. It held a sense of pride and adoration. You love your team with everything in you, they had been your family for 5 years, of course you’d hold sentimental emotions towards them. You practically watched them grow into amazing Quidditch players over the years that you had hoped you’ve done your own seniors well, since you had been appointed Captain.

“God, I can’t believe it,” Jimin said while looking at the team beside you, “It’s been incredible guys, you have worked so hard for us, bringing us so many wins these last few years, allowing us to carry out amazing plays, tricks, just everything.” Jimin smiled brightly at them as a few of your teammates had glossy eyes, “One last time, guys. We can do this, we did it last year, we can do it again. Captain?” Jimin gestured to you as the team hoots and hollers your name and the co-captain’s, Yoongi being the loudest of the bunch. You closed your eyes chuckling.

“I’m so proud of you guys,” You smiled at them, “I really am. The teamwork that we have done for as long as I have been here, has been tremendous. You all have worked so hard for us, gaining us so much confidence and wins, it really is remarkable.” You watched as Jimin patted your back and Yoongi grinned at you.

“So, let’s do this Slytherin,” You shouted, “one last time!” and with that you all rode your brooms out of the locker rooms and onto the pitch.

You rode high into the sky with your team following you to see the stands littered with red and green all across. You didn’t want to fluke it, but you could’ve sworn there was more green than red, and your hunger to win increased. As you were soaring through the sky you halt in front of Gryffindor’s captain.

Kim Taehyung smirked at you and winked, “You ready, jagi?”

Throwing a smirk of your own to him, you nodded, “Of course.” The two of you raced towards the ground to begin the match. Your team hovered above you as did Gryffindor’s, the determination on everyone’s face excites you more as you stepped out in front of Kim Taehyung, once again.

“Captains,” The referee gestures to the two of you, outstretching your hand, you both shook it before mounting your brooms and taking the Seeker positions above your teams.

Jimin and Namjoon fly down to prepare the toss, and once the whistle blew, Jimin skyrocketed towards the quaffle, taking it into Slytherin’s possession. Grinning from ear to ear, Jimin tosses it to Yoongi who bolts past Gryffindor’s Beaters and speeds through the pitch. He passes it to the team’s other Chaser, Roe, who speeds past more of the Gryffindor Chasers and aims for the goals.

“10 points to Slytherin by Roe! Not even a minute into the game and Slytherin has scored!” The announcer announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the fastest goal that has ever been recorded!”

Hollering out in pride, you glanced over at Taehyung who was already glaring at you. You smirked waving at him and winked.

“Did you hear that, Taehyung? Fastest goal to ever be recorded!” You smugly state.

“Don’t get cocky, Y/n.” Taehyung grunts, watching as within the time of your gloating, Slytherin was already at 100 points, while Gryffindor had 30. He was frustrated and you knew it. The joy that you get seeing his handsome man frustrated, heats up your body like no other.

“But shouldn’t I?” You teased while sitting on your broom, clapping again when you watched Jimin score another goal.

“Another goal by Park Jimin! Wow, Slytherin is on fire tonight, 80-point lead over Gryffindor!”

“Shut up.” Taehyung snarls, keeping his eyes open for the Golden Snitch.

“Kim Namjoon has the quaffle. OH, and intercepted by Min Yoongi! He’s going for the goal! Oh, and a trick shot! Another goal for Park Jimin! Outstanding teamwork!”

You flew closer to Taehyung innocently looking at him with a grin.

“Why don’t you make me, Tae?” You grazed your hand across his arm, inching closer to where his obvious bulge was. You smirked biting your lip when you heard him intake a sharp breath. Distracting him more, you see a wisp of gold fly by his head. Taking your hands off of his skin, you bolted for the snitch, laughing to yourself when you hear Taehyung curse.

“Y/LN has made a move! She’s found the snitch, Kim Taehyung a few spaces behind! Who’s going to catch it?”

The rush of adrenaline you had while seducing Taehyung heightened when you were arms reach of the snitch. You had never wanted anything so badly. The time you had been looking around for the snitch, had you finally come to terms with your infatuation with the Golden Kim.

Taehyung wasn’t ugly, anyone with eyes knew that. The reasoning behind your denial?

Slytherin pride.

You couldn’t have anyone knowing your infatuation with the womanizer of the school. Were you jealous of all the women he’s been with? Of course not, you equally were able to bed many other men, maybe not as many have made it into your bed, but you were no prude.

Okay… Maybe the women in his bed bothered you a little bit… They were able to be in his bed, whereas you were only ever a quick hookup in a bathroom or in a deserted hallway. Ever since the library incident you couldn’t help but think about his lips on yours again, there was nothing more you wanted other than him. You hated that it’s taken you this long to finally admit it to yourself, but were you going to have the guts to tell him?

You reached further to grab onto the snitch, allowing your hand to grasp the little orb, you felt yourself slipping from your broom.

Not again, you groaned as you started falling again. Just like last year, you felt yourself pummeling through the air as you were about to reach the ground, preparing the spell to stop yourself from meeting your death, you clenched your eyes shut to feel the impact. However, it didn’t come. You felt arms around you instead, and everything was silent. You refused to open your eyes to meet the eyes of your savior, but when you smelled the familiar mint scent, that you have very much been acquainted with for some time, your eyes snapped open.

You were met with worried eyes of none other than Kim Taehyung. He held you close staring at you as you both were huddled on his broom, just inches away from the ground. Your mouth dropped in pure shock, that he came to your rescue. Never had you thought that he’d be the one to swoop down to get you, after all, he did let you fall the year before… So, why would he save you now?

“She’s done it again, ladies and gentlemen! Y/n Y/ln had caught the snitch! And of course, a round of applause for Gryffindor’s Seeker, Kim Taehyung for saving her!”

Taehyung looked away from you and landed down on the ground. Taehyung had set you down and gave you a nod before turning away to head towards his own team. Your team ran towards you lifting you up into the air while you watched him with longing as his team smiled and patted him on the back, his cousins look towards you before nodding a congratulations.

“What the hell was that?” Jimin and Yoongi smirked at you. You shrugged.

“Saved me? I guess.” You whispered. You watched as the Gryffindor team walked towards you guys, Taehyung leading them.

“Congratulations.” He said putting out a hand. Reaching his with yours, you firmly shook it.

“Hey, listen,” You said staring up at him, “it’s our last year… why don’t you guys come to the common room to party? Take it as a thank you… for saving my life.” You watched as the Gryffindors stilled with your proposal, all in shock that the Slytherin Heir was actually inviting the Gryffindors, let alone the Gryffindor Heirs. Taehyung looked back at his cousins who nodded with a grin.

“Sure, we’ll be there.” He smiled, to which you finally reciprocated.

* * *

The Slytherin common room was packed with every house. Ravenclaws were huddled in a corner drinking and playing party games with some Puffs, while the other half of the Puffs were dancing, while the Slytherins were lounging in the back playing cups against some Gryffindors. Namjoon and Jin were currently drinking with Jimin and Yoongi on the stairs. You, however, were not drinking tonight.

Well, not heavily.

Someone needed to watch over everyone, so you and Roe took the liberty in ensuring everyone gets to their dorms alright, or to make sure that everyone here stays the night safely. With so many people around, it was remarkable you noticed that the one person you wanted to see wasn’t here.

Taehyung.

Namjoon and Jin had said that he wanted to finish up some things before making his way here, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that he hadn’t come with his cousins. You had shrugged it off and continued to stay at the front of the porthole to greet those that entered. You looked around the room taking in the common room. It was really nice to see all the houses getting along, even for this one night. You had wished that your time at Hogwarts was more in harmony like this, but then that wouldn’t have been as exciting. Maybe you wished that you and Taehyung had actually began something more than just mindless hookups. Those thoughts were back and you scrunched your nose.

Don’t be ridiculous… You’re just a hookup to him. Nothing more. And vice versa. Where is your pride, Slytherin?

Maybe you were delusional, but the more you thought about it, the more you had realized how much you actually like him. Like actually like him. You really liked him, that maybe it wasn’t just a crush anymore. All the intimate moments you’ve both shared, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You never wanted to say it aloud, but the thought of him with someone else hurts you. You didn’t like thinking about him being with someone else when he was touching you, kissing you. But those thoughts often creeped into your mind the minute you both put on your clothes and walked your separate ways. You frowned at the thought that the possible reason he wasn’t here was because he was with someone else. Maybe he hadn’t felt the sparks you had. You bit your lip bringing your cup to your lips taking a sip. You were shaken out of your thoughts when someone coughed behind you.

“Am I late?” You spun around to see Taehyung in a black sweater with black jeans. His curly hair was pushed up with a green headband and a kind smile on his face. Annoyed at the boxy smile that normally made your heart flutter, you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah.” You snapped, making your way towards the spiked punch and putting more into your cup. You could feel Taehyung behind you without even taking a glance, his hands resting on your waist resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Jagi,” He whispered, his breath tickling your neck. You unwrapped his arm around your waist, shrugging him off.

“Don’t be, I don’t care.” You pushed yourself out of his arms and made your way back to the door. Greeting people as you walked by, you sat on your chair.

Now it was Taehyung's turn to give you a confused stare. Had he done something wrong? He did just save your life...

Taehyung is leaning against the wall in front of you staring at you. But you avoid his gaze, looking anywhere but at him. You were nervous under his stare, afraid that he could see right through your façade, afraid that he could tell how much you wanted him, liked him even. It wasn’t until he walked towards you did your eyes revert to the floor suddenly finding it interesting.

“Is there a reason you’re not looking at me?” You could hear the smirk evident in his voice and you shook your head.

“Nope.”

“Is there a reason you’re not hitting me with your normal sarcastic responses?”

“Nope.”

You felt his fingers graze your jaw gently, tilting your chin to look up at him. His eyes held a devious glint with raised eyebrows, as if he knows what you’re feeling. Poking his tongue to his cheek, he clicks his tongue, gently reaching for you hands, and apparating into a scarlet room. You peered around the unknown destination to notice 3 beds that looked much like Jimin and Yoongi’s room but decorated with Gryffindor colors.

“You wanna tell me why you’re so quiet tonight?” Taehyung gently lead you towards his bed, pulling you between his legs, looking up at you. You could feel yourself becoming nervous again. He was being gentle with you, which is out of character for him. He was always such a flirt and a tease, and the relationship between the two of you is anything but sweet. You weren’t sure what to think.

Did he like you too?

Why is being so nice?

You remained quiet looking away from him to stare at the wall. Taehyung let out a sigh, before placing his hands by his side, leaning back to continue staring up at you. Your confession towards him was slowly eating you alive, you wanted to tell him how you felt, the worst that can happen is you never see him again. Which wouldn’t be awful, it’s not like you both were really going to see each other after graduation anyways. What have you got to lose? You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage, but what Taehyung says first, takes your breath away.

“You know…” He whispered, leaning into you again, placing his hands around your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap, “I’ve been thinking lately...” You stare at him waiting for him to continue.

“When we first kissed, I really didn’t think we’d continue to do these hookups.”

“Trust me, I didn’t either.” You whispered, while staring at him.

“I know we established it was just hookups,” He said, now rubbing his fingers gently on your hips, “but, I don’t think I can just keep doing hookups.”

Your breathing hitched; I knew he was too good to be true, you scold yourself. Abruptly getting up, you pushed him away. At your sudden outburst Taehyung desperately tries to grab your hands, but you whipped around to face him with glossy eyes.

“Don’t touch me!” Taehyung looks taken aback; eyes blown out wide.

“What? Wait, y/n—” You cut him off by pushing him again.

“Stop it! I knew I shouldn’t have even left with you. God I’m so stupid!” You grip your hair spinning around to leave his room, only to find that the door that leads you to your freedom was locked. Annoyed you hissed out a spell to unlock the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Unlock the damn door, Taehyung!” You screamed wiping underneath your eyes from the tears that were leaking.

“No, wait! Let me talk to you! You didn’t even let me finish!” He sounded desperate, trying to take your hands into his own, only to be rejected again.

“Why? So, you can humiliate me some more?” You spat. Taehyung shook his head.

“If you would just let me—”

“How can I be so dumb to even think for a minute that I wasn’t just a fuck toy to you!”

“Y/n! You’re not! If you would just—”

“God, I knew I shouldn’t have even left with you!”

“Y/n! Jagi—”

“No! Don’t fucking call me that! What gives you the right to even—”

“Please, can you please just—”

“You have no right to tell me—"

“I love you!” He exclaimed out of breath.

You stilled.

What?

Taehyung was staring intensely at the back of your head, out of breath. This was not how he wanted to tell you how he felt about you. He didn’t know exactly when he felt this way, only had he just come to terms with it when he told his cousins how you were constantly on his mind. He remembers when he first met you, when you first kissed, when you both first had sex. He remembered all of it. He tried to get you off his mind by bringing girls and trying to hook up with them, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he didn’t want anyone else but you. The furthest he’s been with someone ever since he started hooking up with you was just a kiss. He couldn’t bring himself to be with anyone else the way he was with you. All the rumors were true to an extent, however the rumors claiming that he’s slept with all those women, weren’t true at all.

But how were you supposed to know that? Taehyung was kicking himself now for letting you doubt him. He wouldn’t even touch women the way he touched you. He couldn’t.

It had been Namjoon that convinced him that maybe these hookups with you started to mess with his head because he had developed a deeper liking towards you. You weren’t like the other girls worshiping him. Yeah, sure he was able to fuck you, but you weren’t easy to bed. It did take him until last year before you even remotely opened your legs for him. He hated the way you made him feel. He was always so confused; he was meant to hate you. You were rivals for so long, but the idea of hooking up with his rival turned him on so much. It was a sneaky thing, a secret kept between the two of you, he liked that. But then feelings started to get involved, yet he didn’t realize yours were in play as well.

“You what?” You slowly turned around to face him. He bit his lip staring at the ground.

“You heard me.” He whispers, finally looked up at you and you both stared at each other.

“I can’t do these hookups anymore because I love you,” He chuckled to himself, “who would’ve thought, huh? That I’d be the one to fall in love.” He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.

“God, Y/n.” He whispered pacing around his room, “I want to take you out, go on those stupid but cute dates with you, wanna wake up to you every morning, travel with you and not be scared about people recognizing us as the descendants of the most powerful rivalry in history being together! I just want to be with you, to hug you, to kiss you, whenever I want. Because I love you. I don’t give a shit if everyone around us hate the idea of one of the Gryffindor Heirs being with Salazar’s Heir. I don’t care that our families will probably hate the fact that I’m so in love with you, I don’t even care what our friends would think about us.” Taehyung paused to stare at you with nothing short of adoration and love in his eyes, “I just want you.”

You didn’t know what to say. This was literally everything you wanted. You didn’t want to be a meaningless hookup, you wanted more. You wanted Taehyung as much as he clearly stated he wanted you.

Wants you. Your heart was pounding against your chest with excitement. You looked down with a grin, making your way to Taehyung. You grasped his hand in yours that caused him to stop pacing. He looked back at you with furrowed eyebrows as you gently smiled at him.

“I…” You blew out air closing your eyes before peering into his own, “I love you, Tae. I’m sorry, I just—” Before you could finish your sentence, Taehyung dove down to kiss your lips, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hand gripped your ass as he placed you on what you assume is his bed. He peppered kisses down your jaw and your neck, heading south towards where you need him the most. He discarded your shirt, throwing it down onto his floor before popping the buttons of your jeans open, pushing them hurriedly down your legs. He kissed your thighs before sitting up and removing his shirt.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him, his toned stomach never fails to surprise you.

Taehyung continued to kiss up your legs towards your heat, nipping on your sensitive skin here and there, before hooking his thumb on your panties, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor to join the rest of your discarded clothing. You gasped as the cool air of the room kissed your wet heat, Taehyung pulling your legs further apart. You heard him moan at the sight of you, placing a kiss to your clit.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He whispered licking a bold stripe up your pussy and kissing your clit again. You bit your lip, rolling your hips up to meet his waiting lips. You heard him chuckle, and before you knew it, he was pushing his tongue inside you. You whimpered rolling your hips into his face, his tongue working inside you as his nose bumps against your clit beautifully. Taehyung grips your legs, pushing apart them wider, allowing his tongue to lick you deeper. Your hands finds its way to his hair, pushing him closer to you. You were in complete euphoria, Taehyung knew what you liked and what you didn’t, but he can never fail to make you cum on his tongue.

“Fuck.” You whispered feeling Tae smirk against you. You suddenly feel two fingers circling your hole in a teasing manner.

“Please, Tae—” You whined. Taehyung smirked continuing his tease.

“Hm? You want me to finger you, princess?” You mewled, of course you wanted it. Maybe you even wanted more.

“Yes, please!” You groaned, arching your back up to feel more of him. You were going insane, wanting his tongue all over you, all in you.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Tae said pulling his fingers away, making you cry out in annoyance, “You can beg better than that, jagi.” You pouted rolling your hips harder,

“Please—” You gasped, “God, please Tae. I wanna be stretched.” Taehyung groaned at your dirty words, still teasing your dripping hole. Choking out a sob you rolled your hips harder, wanting to gain more friction between his hot fingers and your needy hole; before you know it, Taehyung was pushing his fingers inside you. You let out a whine. It was music to his ears, he loved it when you moaned for him, moaning because of him.

“Love it when you moan for me baby,” He grunted out, fingers moving faster in you, “wanna make you cum on me.”

You felt the knot in your stomach tightening as you approached your high, the sounds of your wetness filling the room, your hands gripping the sheets as he fingered you faster, his tongue playing with your clit. Your moans and his groans were bouncing off of the walls, that you were sure that if people walked by his room, they’d know exactly what you two were up to. With the last final thrusts of his long fingers, you came all over him. Juices gushing out of you, painting his lips with your release. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers continued to pump you through your high.

“That was so hot,” Taehyung said while licking you clean, “you squirted jagi.” Your breathing was labored as you slowly begin to fall from your high. You watched as Tae removed his pants, taking his underwear off too. His cock stands proudly against his toned stomach, his long fingers, that were just in you, wraps around himself, tugging it as he sat on the bed.

You watched in awe at the gorgeous man.

"Wait." You paused peering up at him with half lidded eyes. Taehyung stares at you with concern.

"What's wrong, Jagi?"

Biting your lip you sink down to your knees for him. His eyes widening, about to reject your offer, "Please?" You whisper taking his hard length into your hand, "let me touch you, Tae..."

How could he say no to that when you were looking at him with those eyes?

Taking his silence as a green light, you pumped his cock a few times, hearing him groan at the sinful act. You brought your head closer to his bulbous tip, kitten licking the pretty pink tip.

"Shit." Grinning to yourself, you continued to tease him with gentle sucks and licks to his cock. Licking down his long length, and licking back up, all while staring at Taehyung's scrunched up face. Opening your mouth more, you took him all the way into your mouth, sinking down his thick length, before pausing to adjust your breathing, nose pressed against his abdomen.

"Fuck, baby." The Greek god of a man throws his head back as he thrusted into your mouth, out of reflex. Gagging slightly you pulled away, to calm your breathing.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, baby--" You ignored his apologies, before going back down on him, and bobbing your head as you took his cock as deep as you can. "Godric fuck."

Loving the way he moans, you continued your ministration on his delicious cock. You watched with teary eyes as Taehyung closed his eyes in absolute pleasure, gripping the sheets of his bed.

Being bold, your hands snaked its way towards his, and took it gently in your own, and put his pretty hand on your head.

Taehyung snapping out of his pleasurable moment, looks down at you, looking so pretty sucking him off, with large eyes when he realized what you wanted him to do. Staring at you again, to confirm your request. You dropping your left eye in a wink, and that was all it took for him to thrust harshly against your waiting mouth.

Grunting out in absolute pleasure, Taehyung takes in a shaky breath feeling the back of your throat.

"Oh baby," He groans, gripping your hair and shoving you down his length, "Fu-fuck baby take me." and you did.

The sounds of Taehyung's pants and moans, along with your lewd sounds as you suck his cock so well filled his dorm room.

"Baby, please-" Taehyung chokes out, "stop--fuck, if you don't I'm gonna cum." Ignoring his plea, you continued to suck harder, pulling off and venturing down towards his balls and sucking them into your mouth. Taehyung groans, rutting his hips against you.

"Fuck, Jagi--baby-" Taehyung moans, you quickly take him all the way down your throat, his hips grinding against your face and cumming down your throat with a loud sigh.

Swallowing everything, you stand up on shaky legs to stare at his dazed face.

Taehyung had his lips between his teeth coming close to you and pressing a sweet--arguably loving, kiss. He smiled gratefully at you, before gently pushing you down onto his bed.

He flipped you over patting your ass. Your face pressed into the sheets, while Tae guided your hips up, your ass on full display for him.

“Look at how pretty you are,” He cooed, slapping your ass, “all wet and ready for me.” You felt him guide his thick cock towards your wet slit before pushing the head in. You let out a sigh, needing more.

“You gonna scream for me tonight, Jagi?” He taunted, pushing in slowly, “You gonna cum around my cock? Let me cum in you?” You whimpered, you loved it when he spoke to you this way. His voice deeper than normal, it was hot.

“Tell me baby,” He was thrusting into you now, pausing for a moment to let you adjust to his size, “you like the way I fuck you? You like the way my cock stretches you out?” By now, he was thrusting harder into you, slamming his hips against you, claiming you. You loved the way his girth stretched you out. Loving the way, he fits so perfectly inside you. You clenched around him, knowing that that’ll drive him crazy. The action causes Tae to go faster, reaching forward he wraps your hair around his hand, pulling your head back to arch your back.

“Fuck, jagi, such a good girl for me.” He seethed, thrusting harder into you, your pussy clenching onto his cock as he slips in and out of you. His free hand strikes your ass, causing you to moan out for him. You start to shake from the pleasure coursing through your body, you weren’t sure how much more you could handle. The teasing you both have endured for weeks leading up to the best fuck of your life, you weren’t sure if you could stop yourself from cumming.

“Shit, y/n, I’m not going to last.” He pumped his cock deeper in you, letting your hair go, he bends forward kissing your shoulder, “Baby, you need to tell me.” He grunted out, slowing his pace slightly, trying his best not to cum.

“Where do you want me, jagiya?” He was so close, so fucking close that if you don’t tell him within this minute, he was going to paint your walls with his cum.

“Inside me, cum inside me Tae, please.” You whimpered fucking yourself against his cock harder. Taehyung curses before slamming into you at such speed, that you can’t help but scream.

“Oh, my fuck, baby.” Taehyung groans with strangled breaths against your skin, as you scream against the sheets, cumming hard around his thick cock. Your cum dripping down his hard shaft while Taehyung continues to fuck you harder. With the final thrusts, Tae shoots his load inside you, biting his lip and groaning as you milk his cock, allowing him to ride through his high.

Breathing hard, the both of you sigh as you snuggle into the bed more. Taehyung pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you. You felt the bed dip slightly, feeling his fingers pushing his seed back into you, causing you to whimper. He peeled back the covers slipping in beside you and threw the blanket over top of you two. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead as you laid out of breath. The steady beating of your hearts pressed against each other comforted you. Still in awe that you both just confessed your feelings for one another, neither of you spoke; you were on cloud nine and just being in Taehyung’s arms, that was enough to bring a lazy smile to your face causing Taehyung to peer down at you with adoration.

“I love you.” He whispered against your ears, cuddling you closer to him. You opened one eye and peaked up at him.

“More than your other fuck toys?” You whispered. He shook his head.

“There was never anyone else but you, baby.”

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wahhhh Amelia ))): you're so, so, so sweet. I hope you enjoy this couple. I'm super glad you like it so far💕

tae is a bit of a butt, but hes so 🥺 and aera, ugh, she's the sweetest. I love her.

colours (1) - kth

pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

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

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

warning(s): angst, fluff.

word count: 8.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’m Kim Taehyung.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Next Saturday then.” You agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Were we interrupting? We could—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you do in the hospital?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t worry, I got them!”

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jungkook’s eyes widened, “Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n?”

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

Were you?

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure? I can drop—”

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

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

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

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

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

Ouch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Waking up the next morning was dreadful. Absolutely awful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wishful thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

Pausing your brush strokes, “How did—”

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

So, you told her.

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

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

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

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