#taehyung fluf

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Winter Wonderland | KTH

Pair: Taehyung x F Reader 

Summary: This Christmas, Taehyung and you venture back to his hometown, Daegu. Celebrating it with the whole family this time, you hoped to give Taehyung the best Christmas experience in a while. But he had something more special planned. Amidst the soft glow of festive lights and cosy moments, held the core of the magic. 

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship au

WC: 2861

You were grateful for the silence and peace you were experiencing as you loaded the luggage into the car. Taehyung had come home early a few days ago, running through the house like a kid who got a present, and told you that the both of you would be heading to Daegu to celebrate Christmas this year. Eomma and Appa had constantly been asking to see the both of you but due to Taehyung’s busy schedules, the both of you had kindly declined them for years. 

Of course, you could go on your own but the last time that had happened, you got mobbed at the train station which caused Taehyung to pick up a huge fight with the company. He was determined to give you the security that he, the boys, and their partners got but the company was reluctant as you had not been introduced to the public yet. 

The next few days that passed, Taehyung was constantly restless and wouldn’t let you out of the house. It took a lot of communication and patience between the both of you to finally get through that patch. Tae had insisted on introducing you to Army through Weverse Live. After that incident and busy schedules, the both of you hadn’t been able to make it to Eomma and Appa’s for Christmas. 

This year, Taehyung took some time off work and you… you were currently in the process of opening a business with a close friend of yours. The idea has always sat in the depths of the basket of ideas but due to the high cost of capital, both of you were afraid to take that risk. Now, both of you having a bit higher stability in your financial terms, have finally decided to bite the towel and start. 

Settling into the comfy leather of the car seat, you arranged the snack basket and drinks. Just as Taehyung opened the door and stepped in, you were already arranging the blanket you had brought along with you. Your luggage was placed in the boot while the smaller bags were in the back of the car seat. Taehyung and you had gone on a splurge the day after he told you that you were going back home. More like Taehyung. He stocked up multiple types of foods and clothes and every other thing that he wanted to give his parents and siblings. 

It was a once-in-a-blue moon that the whole family would be together for a whole week, celebrating. So naturally, Tae had prepared… too many things. But you didn’t have the heart to tell your boyfriend that he was overdoing it. You knew how much he missed his family and you weren’t going to stop him. 

On the contrary, you’d help him. Making signature dishes from your home country, you packed them into containers and placed them at the back of the car, ensuring that it was on a safe and stable platform. 

“Ready?” Tae buckled in, a hand immediately going into the basket of food you had prepared to dig out something. 

Smacking his hand, you handed him a roll of kimbap, saying, “Have this instead.”

Taking it from you, he kissed your forehead and drove off, wheels screeching against the coating of the road.

Most of the road trip was filled with music softly playing in the background and munching. Tae was always hungry and you had finally managed to pack his favourite snacks, he was beyond overjoyed at eating them. Taehyung looked over to you, smiling as he found you curled up on the passenger seat. 

Brows furrowing at the uncomfortable position, Taehyung leaned over to carefully recline the seat, one hand on the steering wheel. You fumbled and whined at the movement and Tae was quick to quiet you down, pulling the blanket higher to your neck. Your hair splayed across the seat and your lips were open, emitting a soft snore. Taehyung lowered further the volume of the music, hand coming to your hair and pushing a few stray strands out of your face. 

He was playful once. 

And it isn’t that he is no longer playful. No, Taehyung was still a menace in the house, whining and complaining for your attention - that much he knew. But he felt like he needed it. He felt like he needed to know where you were at, what you were doing, how you were doing. He wanted your attention - craved for it. But he also knew that you liked your space and own time. So he holds it in until every few hours when he would just randomly send you a selfie or update you on how practise is going. 

You never take long to answer his text messages. You were quick to update him on how work was going as well. However, with you starting a business that was long planned with your friend, you weren’t home as often and when you were, you were always exhausted. It took to a level that Taehyung was worried for your health and mental well-being. He knew how important it was to you but he didn’t want you to overwork yourself.

So he asked - more like forced - the management to let him off for the whole week of Christmas. Then, when Eomma and Appa called to ask if you were coming for Christmas this year, Taehyung felt like he hit the jackpot. 

You had never really explored Daegu before and he had always planned to take you there one day so that you could see where he grew up. He would show you all the beautiful places and delicious food, all the playgrounds and parks, schools and roads. He would show you his safest and most secretive places. So, he told Eomma that the both of you would be there a day in advance to help them prepare for the feast the next day. 

Taehyung couldn’t help feeling excited.

As you mumbled in your sleep, he felt his lips tilt up into a soft smile. The roads were fairly empty this early in the morning so he placed a hand on your thigh and continued.

The snowfall of the season was always a magical experience and it felt like the whole world had been transformed. Coming from a country with only one season, you were always beyond ecstatic to see snow. It never fails to amaze you with the chilliness and familiarity you feel. As you and Taehyung walk through the streets of Daegu, you observe the lights adorning the city. They seem to twinkle more at a certain angle but that could just very possibly be from your own excitement. 

Having never explored Daegu well enough, you took every bit of this opportunity to absorb everything you see and hear. The last time you made this trip, you were alone and afraid. But this time, you were with your beloved, and you are determined to make this holiday a memorable one. 

The both of you needed a break and this was just it - with all the festive feels and sparkling lights. 

Going home with the groceries that the both of you freshly bought from the market, the both of you drove home. Eomma and Appa were up and bickering together with Taehyung’s siblings groggily drinking coffee and making kimchi. Most ingredients were already ready the night before. 

“We’re home!” Taehyung yelled.

“Ah - In the kitchen!”

When you stepped in, you were bombarded with warmth. 

Not a physical sense of warmth like a hug but rather, a growing feeling in your chest - similar to one where you would enjoy cuddling time with Tae on the couch. A sense of familial warmth. You must have stopped long enough that Taehyung put the groceries on the table and walked back to you. His eyes worried over your frame and his brows bunched up. 

“Hey… You okay?” Tae gently took the bags from your hands, placing them on the table next to his. Following his movements, you stood beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling face-first into his chest. 

Tae’s hand came up to stroke your hair as you hugged him tighter. 

“Need a break? We can skip kimchi making if you don’t feel well. I’m sure Eomma will understand.”

You shook your head. You wanted to have this experience with them. Eomma and Appa were kind enough to let you in on the family tradition and you weren’t going to spoil it. 

“I’m okay, just… happy.”

Taehyung’s eyes drifted over your frame as he tried to explicitly find out what was wrong. But there was no lie in that sentence. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time and a nolgastic feeling just overcame you at that moment. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.” You tip-toed, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair. “I’m okay. Promise.”

Taehyung was sceptical about your reasoning - you could see that. But you most certainly not going to let the feeling wash over you and ruin your day. It was barely nine in the morning and you were going to make this the best Christmas for Tae as possible. 

Picking up a pair of gloves, you wore two layers and squatted down, starting to learn from Eomma how to make the perfect kimchi. In each city and each family, they all have what they depict as the perfect kimchi just like how different families have different perceptions of how perfect rice is cooked. 

As the sun began to set, the both of you stood on the balcony, staring out into the first snowfall. You watched as the snowflakes fell gently to the ground. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and you leaned into his warm embrace. Passing you a cup of hot chocolate, you gratefully took it from his hands and blew. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tae whispered, his breath tickling the edge of your ear. 

You nodded. “Perfect, just like you.”

Taehyung chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Perfect, you say? I got something that might top this.”

“Oh yeah?” With your curiosity piqued you followed him into the living room. 

You stepped back into the living room, seeing the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that stood proud at the edge, its ornaments glimmered with the holiday magic. The little bells rang as you glided your hand through the figs of the tree. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate filled the air as you saw the spread of cookies and drinks on the coffee table. 

“Taehyung! It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, completely taking in the holiday atmosphere he had created. 

His eyes sparkled under the dim glow of the shining star that was placed on top of the Christmas tree. “I thought we could have a little celebration tonight - just the both of us.” 

“How about Eomma and Appa? And your siblings?” Growing up, your family never really celebrated Christmas but whenever you see families celebrating, they are joyful - together. 

That was the key. It was a time when everybody partied and celebrated togetherness. 

“They went out for some drinks. I told them I got something planned for the both of us.”

“But -”

Taehyung pulled on your arm. “Come on, Jagiya. It’s the twenty-fourth not the twenty-fifth. We’ll be spending all the time together tomorrow!”

You huffed. You wanted to celebrate it well this year after not being together for so long. Especially for Taehyung.

But he had a point. The both of you have the whole week to bond. So you sighed and caved in, climbing onto the sofa and cuddling with your bear. From little treats to shoving food competitively down your throats, to laughter and warm embraces, your evening was filled with the glow of the holiday. 

The evening quickly turned to night, and with the snow, the darkness embraced you earlier. The both of you panted against the couch, tired from all the chasing you did around the house. The both of you had much to clean - you, for one, didn’t like to leave food out overnight and have the family come back to a messy house. 

As the clock struck midnight, you had just finished cleaning the last of the bits and arranging the tables and chairs. 

“Jagiya.” You heard Tae call you from the windows. “Come here.”

Turning around, you left the cloth on the glass top, walking over to your bear with outstretched arms. When the both of you touched, you instantly hugged him, hands dragging under his clothes, seeking his warmth. 

Taehyung hissed at the coolness of your fingertips but didn’t pull away. Oh, he was soaking in your attention. The past few hours felt like heaven. He didn’t have much time to spend with you due to the nature of both your works. Sometimes when he was home, you weren’t; when he was asleep you were out doing your job. However, on certain occasions when the both of you are home, all the both of you think is ‘the bed’. 

So today, the time you spent together made him feel alive again. Alive - in so many different ways. But Taehyung did not prepare this feast without another purpose. Primarily, he had hoped that you would let go and laugh again - play again.

To be a kid again. 

To show you the love he has for you. 

But at the same time, he had done this… so that he, could do this. 

Leading you to the window the both of you looked out, seeing the snow creating a serene blanket of white. It had covered the majority of the roads and you knew that by the time daytime come, it would probably be deep enough to make snow angels. 

“Make a wish on the first star you see,” Taehyung said, pointing to a bright star in the night sky. 

You closed your eyes and made your wish. Finishing, you turned back to Taehyung and found him holding a small velvet box. 

No. Way.

“Before we exchange gifts, there is something I need to ask you. I promise this isn’t the only gift I got you.” Taehyung laughed, eyes nervously skimming everywhere. Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, eyes filled with love and anticipation. Dropping on one knee, Taehyung opened the box and held it out to you. 

Your heart pounded in your chest and you could barely contain your excitement. Sitting gently in the middle of the box was a delicate, sparkling ring. 

“You’ve been through thick and thin with me - helped me. You had made me a better person than who I was. You taught me so many things and -” Taehyung rubbed his face with one hand. He sighed. “I’m not good with sticking to the script so, just - Y/N, will you marry me?”

Time felt like it stood still after Taehyung proposed to you. It was probably just a few seconds but -

It felt like your memories were flowing past you like a movie. 

The first time you met, the first awkward date, the first kiss, first - everything…? You had so many things you wanted to tell him - so many ‘I love you’s to say. 

Tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes - Taehyung, oh my gosh, yes!”

The boxy smile that formed on his face felt brighter than the shine of the star on top of the Christmas tree. He slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your engagement with a tender kiss. 

You had hoped to plan the best Christmas for Taehyung but he most certainly, outdid you. And this magic was one that neither of you would ever forget. 

You awoke to the smell of delicious breakfast wafting through the open door. You wrapped yourself in the warm blanket - your only form of warmth right now - and made your way down, following your nose to the source of the mouthwatering scent. 

Taehyung was standing at the island, expertly cutting a range of fruits while his brother flipped pancakes. The moment he heard you come in, he turned to you and grinned. “Good morning, fiancèe.”

You couldn’t help but blush at the term. It was something new and exciting. “Good morning husband-to-be.”

“Fiancée? Husband-to-be?” Jeon-Gyu pondered, turning to Taehyung. “So this was your plan last night, hyung?”

Jeon-Gyu carried an offending look on his face. “Hyung!”

Taeyhyung just ignored him and hugged you from the back. “There’s nothing wrong with needing you all out of the house when I proposed. It is a time for Y/N and I.”

“But hyung -”

“Plus,” Taehyung cut in. “I believe none of you would like to have heard what went down too.”

The silence was deafening. You stood rigid against Taehyung, cheeks flaring up. 

“No - no, we most certainly wouldn’t.” 

Taehyung whipped around. 

Eomma, Appa, and Eun Jun stood at the threshold of the door to the kitchen. Eun Jun looked smug as if she knew what was coming while Eomma and Appa looked flustered, walking in on a situation. 

Taehyung groaned in embarrassment against your shoulder as your cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red. 

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There's magic in the room!~ Tell me do you feel it too!~

• You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8.1 | Chapter 8.2 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Epilogue

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Mr. Cocky

title : Mr. Cocky

pairing : Jungkook x Reader

genre : Jungkook smut, BTS smut, kpop smut, dirty content

warnings : spanking, degrading, spitting, hair - pulling, name calling, doggystyle, missionary, choking, multiple orgasms, teasing, 21+ content

Summary :

“Let’s see how long you last .. until i fuck the cockiness outta you”

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!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

do not steal story or idea without permission thank uu :)

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“And one good reason you don’t think he’s gonna invite us” “He knows i hate him, he knows you hate him. And i don’t care if we have connections with Hoseok and Yoongi, the shit isn’t happening” Momo sighed, rolling her eyes as we got out my car to walk into the university. “You never know-“ “Momo” Momo nodded, keeping her mouth shut as we walked.

“You have a crush on Hoseok don’t you” “YES! I DO! He’s just so hot with everything he does and then - he just smells so good-“ “Oh thank you i know i smell good” We looked up to see Jungkook with that cocky smirk of his, along side Hoseok and his friend Taehyung. I rolled my eyes, knowing what’s to come. “H-Hey, Mr Jeon” I gave Momo the craziest look on earth, hitting her arm as she looked at me shocked.

“Since when !?” “You see how empowering he is?” “He can’t even spell empowering” I snapped back, looking at the 3 as i crossed my arms. “What do you want?” Jungkook looked at me up and down, that smirk not leaving his face as he took a step closer. “I’m hosting something tonight, be there. My house” I raised an eyebrow, feeling Momo’s excitement behind me.

“Oh we’re invited!” “Who he demanding?” “We just wanted you guys to tag along! You guys seem very nice people” Taehyung spoke up, smiling shyly. I winked at the boy, making his cheeks turn into a blush red and saw Jungkook’s smirk fall off. “I guess, we’ll be there. You not making nobody pay is you?” “Oh no maam” I smirked, looking at Taehyung. “Good, thank you for that” Taehyung’s cheeks became a blood red at my calming voice.

Which sent Jungkook over the edge.

“STOP” We all looked at him, seeing him huff and roll his eyes. “Tired of this shit, gahdamnit. Be there. 7 pm” “Where’s your class beautiful?” Momo followed Hoseok, going inside the building. “Taehyung move” Taehyung quickly followed the duo inside and it was just me and him. “What?” “You .. the fuck was that?” “The fuck was what? I do what the hell i want” “That’s my friend damnit!” I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh? .. And since when you were in control of me? Look,” I started as i got closer to him. “You’re not as cool as you think. And don’t think i don’t know what you want, what you crave, what you desire. But baby i can let you know now? I’m the last person you should be demanding anything to” I whispered, looking him up and down before nudging the shoulder, leaving him there.

I went inside , seeing the the three at Momo’s locker and went towards them. “C-Can we go!?” I looked at the two men, sighing and looked at my excited best friend. “Alright, we’ll be there” Momo cheered, hugging me with excitement. “We’re gonna have so much fun i just know it!” “Mhm, and you?” I pointed at the two men. “Don’t think i trust you either” I finished, before pushing aside them and went towards my class . And i meant that.

6:30 pm.

Author POV

“Y/N COME ON ITS 6:30!” Y/N fluffed her hair, looking at herself one more time before smirking at herself. “Lookin good girl, lookin good” Y/N whispered to herself before spraying her perfume on and grabbed her purse before going down to meet her friend. “Oh my goodness, you look gorgeous!” Y/N smiled brightly, going towards Momo. “You and me both ok!? Someone’s tryna shoot their shot huh” “You know it, it’s been too long, and we’re fina graduate. I need to do something” “Well you’re definitely the catch, you wore those heels huh?” “Just for him” They laughed, getting their stuff together.

Soon Y/N’a phone started ringing, catching both of women’s attention and Y/N looked down to see Yoongi’s contact. “Oh it’s Yoongi” Y/N answered it, seeing his face pop up. “Yoongles, wassup” “Ya’ll got invited it looks like” “We sure did and guess who’s shooting their shot” Momo popped up, seeing Yoongi roll her eyes at the comment having them laugh. “Oh brother don’t even bother, ya’ll both on the same page with that one” Momo’s eyes widened, looking at the two of them and soon began to scream around the house.

“Done got her started” The two chuckled as Y/N leaned against the kitchen island. “That’s not why i called you … who gave you the invite?” “You know who, and I only agreed because Momo really wanted to go … and plus Hoseok, so” Yoongi hummed. “You know I came here to be messenger, for Jungkook” Y/N rolled her eyes, sighing heavily as she had a gut feeling.

“I don’t care” “but he does, it’s bothering him! And it’s bothering you too” “how do you know that?” “Because I know my best friend? And I know when something is bothering her” Y/N sighed again, rolling her eyes as she heard Yoongi sigh over the phone. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be for me. You know why he invited you guys especially you. He wants to see you” “Ok i’m only doing this because of Momo if Momo didn’t have that dumb crush on Hoseok i would not been going Yoongi!” “And I understand that, but see the bigger perspective ok? He’s expecting you, try to see past the cockiness and i’ll be there when you need me”

Y/N sighed again, humming in agreement. “Alright” “thank you, i’ll see you alright?” Y/N hummed in agreement and hung up, sighing heavily as she called Momo to the kitchen. “I might’ve … eavesdropped?” The two chuckled at Momo’s saying. “But I agree with Yoongles, the bigger picture gives you more opportunities, alright?” Y/N nodded, smiling before the two grabbed their belongings and went out to the car to drive off to the party.

Time Skip.

“Wow … he’s filthy rich” The two looked at the huge house that the huge crowd was going towards to fill. Y/N closed her door, walking towards the sidewalk and Momo linked her arm with her’s. “You ready?” “I’m nervous, you think I look ok?” “You’re beautiful��� Y/N responded as they made their way towards the front door. The house was filled. Namjoon on the island making drinks, music blasting, Y/N can say .. he threw a helluva party.

“Oh! Looks who’s coming!” Y/N looked to her left to see Hoseok and Taehyung coming towards them. “Ladies! Looking gorgeous tonight” “Thank you gentlemen! Where’s Yoongi?” “Here” Y/N looked behind her to see Yoongi smiling at them. “Someone’s dressing like it’s a fashion show” “You know why! You see all these girls in here?” “Well they ain’t nothing compared to what you have on. You look pretty” “Pretty you are” Hoseok followed after Y/N, taking Momo’s hand and Momo immediately looked at her for approval.

“You know what happens if any shit goes down” Momo squealed in excitement at Y/N’s saying towards Hoseok and the two left the trio. “Now you, are off the charts, this jumpsuit really fits your curves” “thank you, I did a little sum now seeing everyone else in here. Jungkook really loves black” “Why you think all of us have on black?” They laughed at Yoonig’s comment. “No seriously, you look very beautiful” Y/N’s cheeks rushed red, thanking him for the compliment. But Yoongi nudged Taehyung by the foot, locking eyes with the man as Y/N drunk a drink she had.

Yoongi knew what Taehyung was doing, and he wasn’t having it. “You wanna go get a drink with me?” “Taehyung don’t you have someone waiting for you?” “No? I was just tryna take Y/N to get a drink-“ “I’ll take Y/N to get a drink, thank you” Jungkook popped up, eyeing Taehyung and locked eyes with Y/N. “You came huh?” “I’m not here for you and that cocky shit Jungkook i didn’t even come for your ass” Y/N snapped, walking to leave but Jungkook got her arm to pull her back.

“I was playing with you, don’t argue with me tonight alright?” Jungkook whispered softly in her ear, having Y/N shudder at the deep voice filling her ears. Y/N hummed, slowly walking away with Jungkook behind her. “You better stop that shit Jungkook is not afraid to fuck you up” Yoongi said towards Taehyung, walking away from the man.

“Well hello you two, what can i get ya’ll?” “Margarita’s please” Jungkook answered Namjoon and he went to fix the drinks. “You’re a W wingwoman huh” “The only one, look at her, just giggly” The two looked at Momo and Hoseok laughing at each other. “Can’t say the same for her” Jungkook said, looking at Y/N as she made eye contact. “Aww, you was looking for me?” “Ok you didn’t have to put it like that” “Oh so you weren’t?” Jungkook sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Y/N you left your phone” Y/N looked up to see Taehyung having her phone in her hand. “Oh thank you” Y/N grabbed it, the two making eye contact which sent Jungkook’s blood boiling. “Give the phone to her” Yoongi popped up behind Taehyung, Y/N having her phone in her hand finally. “You always ruining my shot man what’s going on with you?” “Because it’s not your shot to shoot” Jungkook jumped in, getting up meeting taehyung eye to eye.

And hell broke lose.

The two boys was going back and forth, and Y/N and Yoongi made eye contact with Yoongi communicating with her with his eyes. Y/N caught on and made the decision on her own to grab Jungkook’s arm, nudging him which made him stop. He looked at Y/N, reading her eyes and he sighed, rolling his eyes and went back to Taehyung. “You’re no good for her, if anything i’ll take care of her more than you can” “But I bet you don’t know the meaning of her tattoo on her left wrist” Y/N’s eyes widened, standing up as Jungkook slowly turned around, locking eyes with the wet-eyed woman.

“Her and her father got matching tats before he passed away from a sickness” Jungkook softly finished, raising his hand to softly wipe the tear that fell down her cheek. Jungkook looked back at Taehyung’s defeated expression. “There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about this woman and you sit here up in my face and tell me YOU can treat her better than I CAN?!” Jungkook yelled at him, then looked back at Y/N’s shocked expression. “I’ve been wanting to do that since i laid eyes on her” Jungkook whispered before giving Taehyung a death stare and pushed passed him and everyone else.

All eyes were on Y/N.

Y/N locked eyes with Yoongi with teary eyes and Yoongi sighed softly, going towards her. “You got it” Yoongi whispered, reassuring her before Y/N pushed pass the crowd to find Jungkook. She went down the hallway to see him taking his time walking towards a door that was in front. “JUNGKOOK!” Jungkook turned around, seeing Y/N at the end of the large hallway in the house.

���Kook…” Y/N called out softly, seeing Jungkook turning around fully to face her. “Guess I know more about you than what I believed” A tear rolled down her cheek, the two walking towards each other with such craving between the pair. “How?” “I did my research, you’re right .. i’m not as cool, as i think i am. But you know where you’re wrong?” Jungkook answered, coming closer to Y/N.

“You don’t know, what i desire, what i crave .. because who would’ve known it was you?” Y/N’s heart beat raced itself, locking eyes with the hungry ones. “What-“ “Believe me, when I say you’re the only one who’s willing to fuck the cockiness outta me. And you know i’ll let you” Y/N’s heart was about to jump out its chest. She couldn’t take anymore teasing.

“How I know you’re deadass?” Jungkook scoffed, that cocky smirk soon forming. “You think I won’t shut this whole thing just to have us two by ourselves and let the whole house hear how good I’m fucking you?” Her breath hitched, looking away as Jungkook’s chuckle filled the empty hallway. “I wouldn’t mind .. specially feeing the anger pent up in you seeing what you’re friend was tryna get into” Jungkook’s smirk fell at the memory, Y/N coming closer to him feeling the warmth.

“You enjoyed that huh?” “I enjoyed seeing your jealousy come through. I knew you had a luh thing for me” Jungkook smacked his lips, Y/N the one chuckling now at her behavior. “But he can’t compare to you … you know that” Y/N’s voice softened, the two locking eyes before Jungkook smashed his lips on hers, bringing her closer as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. “Fuck I can’t wait, I can’t-“ “Y/N! Can I talk to you for a minute?!” Jungkook already knew the voice, and grabbed Y/N by her hand and dragged her out the hallway making the woman chuckle as she knew why.

“Oh i love this side” “Yea you might just get this more often keep trying” Jungkook answered, connecting their lips again as he picked her up. He closed the bedroom door with his foot and walked towards his bed, laying her on it gently. “Feel that hard cock?” Jungkook whispered in her ear, grinding the aching bulge against her aching hood which caused her to moan inside her mouth. “Mmh fuck, daddy” “Oh i like that” Jungkook applied pressure, allowing the noises to come out her mouth.

“Fuck!” “Ooh good girl, i hear you” Jungkook stripped the both of them, kissing her smooth feeling skin from the top all the way to the bottom. He soon stopped to her hood, looking up at her. “Jungkook please .. no teasing please-“ “Who’s Jungkook?” Y/N huffed in annoyance. “Daddy .. please?” Jungkook pulled her closer to him, kissing up her thighs before stopping to her aching hood.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy this” Jungkook wasted no time to dig his head inside, eating her out like a wild animal as he sucked up every juice, every drop there was making Y/N go wild. “Oo-Oh my, fuck! Fuck just like that, just like that daddy shit!” “Let them fucking hear you” Jungkook aggressed, lapping his tongue all over her folds making Y/N moan freely. “I-I can’t fucking think .. fuck! It feels so g-good! Daddy!” Jungkook was motivated to keep going with his movements, digging his tongue inside hitting all the spots Y/N didn’t know she had.

Had to be the best decision Y/N’s ever made.

“Fuuuckk i’m so close to, im so close shit i’m gonna cum, I wanna c-cum” “You wanna cum for me baby? You wanna cum for daddy let them hear you princess, you got it” Y/N’s head threw back, the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach before releasing on his face. Pleasure heated up in her body, releasing everything on the man’s face. “Ohh good girl , that’s my good girl” Jungkook praised, licking every drop before hovering over her and connected their lips.

“Taste yourself?” “Taste pretty good if you ask me” “Not too much, it’s mine” the couple chuckled, turning her over as her back arched naturally. “My pretty girl , doing so good for me hm?” Jungkook spanked her, making Y/N jolt at the movement, moaning at the kink that was fulfilled to her. “You l-listen .. i want you to remember every single moment you allowed y-yourself to get beside you hear? Fuck every ounce of ‘Cocky’ you got in you because i’m t-tired. You understand?” Jungkook felt every word, the strength rising in his body.

And Jungkook was waiting for this exact moment.

“Yes maam” Jungkook wasted no time, snapping his hips into her and began to fuck her senseless into the mattress. Y/N was speechless. “Don’t got no words h-huh? You asked for this shit” Y/N moaned her ass off. her eyes disappearing in her eye sockets, lower lip bruised and probably bleeding from biting so much. She was already out of it. “F-FUCK! I kn-know I did, didn’t think you had it in y-you - SHIT! Fuck me like that please!” “Oh you got jokes huh? You got f-fucking jokes I got something for that” Jungkook’s pace increased, causing Y/N to grab anything that was near her and hold it tightly.

Y/N was playing with fire at this point.

“S-So what, if this is t-the result .. shit i’ll be a comedian - OH MY GOD!” “Yea turn around smartass” Jungkook turned her over, and fucked her missionary. “Legs higher” Y/N listened, sticking her legs up higher which caused Jungkook’s cock to go deeper into her. “Fuuckk daddy - right there! R-Right there I feel close. I feel cl-close!” Jungkook wrapped the tatted hand around her neck, creating eye contact. “I want you to remember this moment, you did this. You’re gonna squirt all over this fucking cock to make you remember how you - fuck - how you made me feel. You understand me?” “Ooh yes daddy. Make me cum please?” Jungkook’s pace quickened which took Y/N over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum daddy please” “Cum for me babygirl you got it” Y/N then squirted all over Jungkook’s cock, causing Jungkook to chuckle at the action. “My good girl, that’s my good fucking girl huh? Keep going for me baby” Y/N didn’t stop cumming until after a while, breathing heavily as heat rushed over her body. “You forgot someone” Y/N sat up tiredly, going on her knees as she took Jungkook’s soaked cock and went all the way down.

Didn’t that catch Jungkook off guard.

“Oh shit - you went d-down like that? Fuck, I feel close already” Y/N smirked, lapping her tongue around the tip and moaned around him causing Jungkook to go crazy. “Fuck .. i’m gonna cum, Y/N” Y/N kept the vibrations up, deep throating him once more before feeling the ropes go down her throat. Y/N chuckled, swallowing him before slowly taking the now soft dick out.

The two breathed heavily, Y/N laying on her back as sweat covered the both of them. Jungkook cleansed themselves, getting on top of her. “Cmon now you too heavy for all of that” Y/N rasped, swallowing the spritz of spit she had in her throat left making Jungkook chuckle. “You felt that?” Y/N asked softly, looking at Jungkook who was on top of her, face inches away. “I did .. where does that leave us?” “You tell me” Y/N answered, smirking making Jungkook connect their lips, kissing a while before breaking apart. “Let me .. make this up to you, i’m not hiding behind someone no more” Jungkook rasped, the voice giving Y/N chills.

“Let me take you out, make you feel good, I’ll try my best to have a change of heart” Y/N smiled softly, humming to herself. “Well alright .. Mr Cocky”

[chummywchimmy]

BOY IN LUV (Rewritten)

Chapter 1

PAIRING : Yandere! Bully! Taehyung x Reader

SUMMARY : Your encounter with the campus bad boy was a disaster. All you wanted was to never see him again. But when his punishing attention shifts to you, your world begins to change. When have things ever gone your way?

WARNINGS : Mature language, sexism, misogynist characters, eventual yandere

A/N - Hello everyone! As I promised, I am back. To get back into the groove of writing again, I decided to pick up my unfinished BIL fic. This will be uploaded in episodes, with a new chapter being uploaded every month (longer that this one). However, I will be uploading two chapters per month on my Patreon. So, for this month, for my Patreon subscribers, in addition to this chapter, chapter two and three will also be uploaded. If you can, please support my Patreon. Many thanks and enjoy!

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I do not own BTS ( :((( ) My intention is not to glorify toxic behavior nor do I believe BTS member would ever act like this. It’s just a figment of my imagination. Know the difference. Please.

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The crush of people at the underground subway should have felt suffocating, bleak even. Yet, your heart was filled with excitement. 

With your friend, Sam, by your side, you were moving towards your destiny. Gatford College. SAT’s through the roof-sky high tuition-home to cutting edge research-Gatford. Yes, slogging throughout your high school to achieve near perfect scores to qualify for a scholarship here had been worth it. 

“Just how many pens have you brought with you, geez.” Sam, rifling through your bag for your promised treat of homemade cookies, laughed at your over-preparedness. 

You laughed. “Hey, that’s all I could do last night. No way I could find any sleep with all this excitement.”

Talking over the crunch of the cookies, the two of you occupied a cramped corner of the train. 

As the train moved towards your deboarding station, Sam took her long hair out of the ponytail that it was seen, fluffing it up and pulling out a sheer lipgloss. Replying to your amused look, she said, “You promised our college life would be full of fun and romance if I worked hard on the SAT’s. Can’t blame a girl for wanting to look the part.”

Sam, unlike you, came from an upper middle class family, with a well earning father and a mother who could afford to stay at home. Unlike you, who could only afford to see the face of Gatford thanks to your scholarship, Sam had won a partial scholarship. The two of you had motivated each other with promises of parties, dates and all that came with being a young adult right out of school. Now that you were here, and together, you would join Sam in her fun loving and extroverted nature. 

Agreeing, you took hold of the pink gloss stick in her hands and swiped them across your nude color coated lips.

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Stepping into the marble foyer, you noted the silence of the hallways. The expensive kind of silence. This was no no-name college. 

White marble floor gleamed in your vision as your plain ballet flats stood in its contrast. Legacy kids in designer jackets breezed past you and Sam, looking sure and confident of the way, as they surely were of their way in the world. 

The elegant receptionist had sent the two of you with directions to reach the auditorium in the main building to attend the orientation. 

Reaching the ornate gates, you were greeted by a line of upperclassmen who were smiling at and introducing themselves to the newbies, with gleaming student council badges pinned to their lapels.

Finding yourself shaking hands with a petite, blonde girl decked out in a sleek black powersuit, you were happy to see that, unlike the intimidating first impression, the people of this college could be welcoming.

“Hello, I’m Nina! We are so happy to welcome you to Gatford. Please take the seats in the hall, the orientation is about to begin. Enjoy your first day.” Nina spoke enthusiastically and ushered you inside.

Taking your seats, you smiled at Sam. This wasn’t half bad. No, not at all.

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Oh this was very bad. 

By the time classes ended, you could barely keep your eyes open. Combined with barely getting any sleep last night, the overly filled class schedule left you feeling tired down to your bones. And you were scared. The professors seemed no-nonsense, strict and the coursework looked endless from your perspective. And to think that this was only the first day. Sigh. 

“Are you seriously planning to go the library right now, girl?” Sam deadpanned. “It is just the first day. Let’s go tour the campus a bit. Besides, you don’t honestly believe that all these kids would get by in here if the coursework was so demanding, right?”

Technically, she had a point. There were bound to be hard-workers born into every tax bracket but you couldn’t imagine your classmates struggling to fill up the library seats on the first day. 

You could live a little. You grinned at your best friend, “Let’s go.”

Stepping outside, the orange sky outlined your periphery as manicured lawns and vine covered gazebos filled your vision. Groups of students took up the space, chatting after a long day. Many of them held steaming cups of coffee.

As you and Sam moved towards the recreational area of the campus to grab a cuppa, you opted to go into one of the more modest looking coffee shops. Surely, coffee places with names you couldn’t even pronounce couldn’t be too good on your student budget. 

Before moving inside, you spied a poster stating, ‘Barista Needed!’. Well, you could make a mean latte and a few extra bucks close to campus could be good for you.

Collecting your paper cups, you left the shop feeling satisfied with your decision to apply for the vacancy. 

Sam chattered about her new puppy, with you cooing over his pictures and promising to visit to play with the little fluff ball.

“-and I kept on trying to teach him to- hey, what’s up with the crowd?” She wiggled her eyebrows towards the crowd forming near the parking area.

You joined the crowd of quiet onlookers and looked at the confusing scene. 

A boy, probably a freshman like you, stood with slouched shoulders, an expression of discomfort evident from his rapidly moving eyes and downturned face. 

You heard the laughter before you saw them. Not the friendly kind. It was sharp. Mean. The kind that made your skin crawl. Around the corner of the arts building, a group had gathered. Five boys in expensive sneakers and even more expensive egos. 

“C’mon, freshie. Rank the girls in your class. Who’s top-tier?”

“W-what?” the boy stammered.

“Top five girls in your class,” one of them said, grinning. “Don’t be shy. It’s tradition.”

The boy blinked rapidly. “I-I don’t know-”

“Don’t play dumb,” another chimed in. “It’s tradition. Call it… a rite of passage.”

Sam slowed beside you. “Are you seeing this? Are they seriously making him rate girls?”

“Looks like it,” you murmured, unease pooling in your gut. “God, that’s messed up.”

A ripple of laughter followed. You felt your stomach twist.

And then you saw him.

Sitting on the hood of the shiny black Mercedes parked behind them, legs crossed, uncaring of the dirt on his shoes’ soles dirtying the swanky car’s polish, phone in hand, a man sat, barely glancing up. He didn’t say a word, didn’t move, but the tension swirled around him like gravity.The others barked and jeered but they kept stealing glances at him, like checking if their king was pleased.

He looked amused. Not laughing. Just… entertained. Detached. He didn’t join the mockery. He didn’t have to. The others looked to him like dogs waiting for a nod. He gave nothing, just watched. Like this was beneath him but still his.

“Don’t stare,” someone muttered behind you.

You startled. Nina had stepped up beside you. She didn’t look at you, just kept watching the scene with a blank face. Compared to her cheerful demeanor from this morning, she looked timid, almost like she was withdrawing into herself. Similar was the case with everyone else in the crowd. Quiet, almost as if they were hypnotised.

“That’s Kim Taehyung,” she added. “You’re new, right?”

You nodded slowly.

“Then here’s a tip. Don't look twice. Don’t talk loud around him. And never, ever think you’re brave enough to play moral police.”

“What are they even doing?” you asked, voice low.

The senior gave a humorless smile. “Initiation. Harmless, compared to how bad it gets.”

“And no one reports them?”

She turned to you now, one brow raised. “To who, exactly? The dean? His dad funds half the board. You think rules apply to people like him?”

“They’re humiliating that kid,” Sam said through gritted teeth.

Nina gave her a look  not unkind, but tired. “You want to be a hero, go ahead. But just know, once he notices you, he doesn’t forget.”

Suddenly, the man in question looked up, his gaze clashing with yours, as if he could hear what was being said about him. 

Kim Taehyung’s gaze locked with yours across the courtyard. His dark eyes were unreadable. They were bottomless, almost. No anger, no joy. Just stillness. But something in them made your chest seize. Not because he looked cruel. Because he looked like someone who didn’t care if he was.

Cold. Flat. Watchful. The kind of gaze you’d expect from a predator when it’s not hunting, just observing lazily.

Your mouth went dry. Your skin prickled with the sudden, intense awareness of danger.

You looked away fast. Too fast. Like prey, with your legs carrying you forward before you even realized it.

“Hey-” Sam’s voice called from behind.

But you couldn’t stay there. Not with that gaze still burning between your shoulder blades.

“We should leave,” you mumbled, already turning.

Sam stayed a beat longer before following. “You know what creeps me out?” she said as you walked away. “He didn’t say a word. And yet, everyone else acted like he did.”

You didn’t reply.

Because the worst part wasn’t the silence.

It was the power in it.

Behind you, laughter echoed.

And Taehyung never said a word.

[edytae]

Rush³: Bed (smut-mature) ft Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: non-idol!Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: just a short porn

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, spit play, dirty talk, oc is whiny and desperate, unprotected sex (always use protection!)

word count: 6.8K

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | part3: rush: bed

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You and mostly Taehyung fell tired after the refreshing shower. He teased you that the two of you were getting old. “We would’ve been fucking like rabbits if it was five years ago.” He groaned as he sat on the couch with a backache after cleaning the mess you made on your couch. You chuckled tiredly. 

You were clasping onto your glass with all your strength and casually drinking as Taehyung started munching on some leftover pasta with beer. You were too horny and you wanted him to fuck you again. As Taaehyung seemed too tired and hungry, you opted for drinking. 

“You are an actual goddess for saving these for me.”  He was obnoxiously moaning with a mouth filled with pasta. 

You couldn't help but be drawn to the way he savoured each bite, his enjoyment apparent in the way his eyes fluttered shut briefly with every mouthful. 

You look up Taehyung's side profile. His fluffy hair wasn’t styled, his pretty handsome face moisturised with your expensive stuff, lips moisturized by greasy pasta. You were still yearning for him after he made you ruin his trousers with only a few of his fingers. 

His natural brown hair curled to his forehead to accentuate his strong jawline and captivating features. The weariness of the day lingered in the lines around his eyes, yet his gaze remained as striking and magnetic as ever.

Taehyung's casual attire, comfortable T-shirt and loose-fitting sweatpants, contrasted with the elegance he naturally exuded.  With a beer in hand, his Adam's apple bobbed gently as he took a long, refreshing sip. His eyes met yours, and the shared warmth between you filled the room, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and intimate. Despite the fatigue that weighed on both of you, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having him by your side. Your house feels like a home when he is in it. He makes the room lit up, he makes you feel alive, and aware of time and place. 

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked.

“Looking at something pretty.” You said, eyeing him up and down. Oh, the soju shot you had while he warmed up the leftovers was definitely kicking in. He fluffed the hair at his nape like a princess and blew you a kiss. Even though he could return for some mindless TV, you had soju-brain so you continued to eat him up with your eyes.

Taehyung's presence was magnetic, drawing your gaze as if he were the centre of your universe. Every aspect of his appearance seemed meticulously crafted by an artist's hand, his every feature melding together to form a breathtaking portrait of masculine allure.

As he leaned back on his couch, his form exuded a relaxed confidence, an easy grace that spoke of a man comfortable in his own skin. The way he moved, the way he spoke, he had the hallmarks of a natural charisma, drawing you in with an almost gravitational force. Each detail, from the way he sipped his drink to the way he absentmindedly chewed, only served to deepen your fascination.

You took your third shot of the night. The crispy alcohol burnt through your throat as Taehyung looked at you questioningly. His face squeezed into a worried look. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” You blurred, your core gaping because of his fingers; but he didn’t need to know that. 

Taehyung grinned, “Yeah? You still have orgasms left in you, baby?” He asked you in pity. You licked your lips and stared at him. 

When he swallowed his last bite along with the last sip of his beer, you literally jumped on him. You couldn’t wait anymore “Y/N!” He squeaked.

“Tae… Kiss me…” You whined when you straddled his thighs and started kissing every bit of skin you could reach, Taehyung knew the second round had just begun.

“Baby!” He scolded you as you kissed around his face. “You gotta stop kiss-attacking me…” He whined but sounded so pleased. 

“Why not?” You stopped kissing him immediately with a fake pout. “You don’t like my kisses?” 

An hour ago, your body was jelly on him. He quite literally made you lose your mind as he finger fucked you to another planet. Now, you were back to demand more of his sweet pleasure.

Taehyung loved how you easily got into a playful zone and fucking play with him as if he was your doll. You moulded him to your pleasure. “I- I love them, baby…” He whispered quietly as you took your spot on him. Your weight on his thighs was spectacular. Your freshly washed hair was still slightly damped, making Taehyung shiver at the gentle cold feeling. 

The shower was sweet and tender. He helped you wash your hair and was surprised by the amount of hair that fell out. Then, he let you wash his hair too. You played with his hair and gave him a mohawk with your shampoo. You washed his body with your new body wash– the ocean breeze scent was going to be a new hit in Taehyung’s shower routine. Your hand timidly wrapped around his length, “I squirted a gallon, and you haven’t cum yet.” 

Taehyung, instead, interlaced your fingers with his and made out with you. “It’s fine, baby… Let’s enjoy our shower.” 

After the shower, while you put on your skincare, he stood right behind you–with your hideous robe around his waist. He looked delicious. Wet Taehyung was fucking sexy than everything. While the robe threatened to fall down, he leisurely decided to shave. Unfortunately, you have run out of razors for him so he opted for using your Gillette Venus. 

“Is this new?” He pointed at the razor head. He never had this good-looking razor. The purple colour was pretty too.

“I use it before going to laser removal. I used it a couple of times.” You watched him shrug and put on shaving cream. 

You warned him with a squeal, “Taehyung, you know I shaved down there with that.” 

Taehyung looked at you blankly. “You know, down here…” You pointed with your hand but he remained confused. 

“I am sure I have an unused one. Let me–” 

Taehyung’s reaction was priceless. “Y/N. I would smear myself with your cunt any second of the day and have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So, I don’t mind if this little razor touched your little mound. Got it?”

You looked at him through the mirror and nodded. He hummed lowly and started shaving. You liked his little stubble beard. It made him look more mature and in your opinion, yummy. However, your little mound– as he called it– got irritated whenever he ate you out. His choice was clear between eating you out as hard as he wanted or his bad excuse of a beard. 

You were eager to put on skincare on him after he shaved, but both of you were very tired. You pouted as you slathered yourself in body lotion, “I need you to be my little spa girl, but I am sooo tired, TaeTae…”  

Taehyung laughed at you as you messily rubbed lotion on your legs. He followed you to your room with a pink floral towel around his waist. He enjoyed being in your company, soaking your slightly horny domestic side.

“Taehyung…” Taehyung flinched out from his daydreaming as you groaned over his crotch. Your hips were rocking against him like a teenager. When he looked at your face, he could only focus on your lustful eyes. 

“Yes, baby?” He answered back. He let himself get lured into you. 

“I need you again.” You whispered. 

“You need me to do what, baby?” He threaded your hair fringe behind your ear.

“I need your dick… Taehyung, please…” You tried to chase his dick but he wasn’t supporting an erection. His raging dick had just come down.

“Taehyung please…” You cried on his lap. 

Taehyung chuckled with a pitying tone. “You are such a needy girl, baby. I can’t–” His teasing abruptly stopped when you cried. “Y/N?” He yelled. “Why are you crying, baby? What’s wrong?” His worried tone made you feel guilty. 

“I–hh- am s-stil so w–et f-for you, Taehyung.” You wouldn’t believe you were shedding tears because of how horny you were. 

Taehyung’s face softened, “Y/N… I– You are one crazy girl, you know that right?” He wiped the tears off of your cheeks and pecked them gently. 

“You make me crazy…” You wheezed out as he shook his head. 

“Unbelievable, Y/N.” He was amazed at your unwavering neediness. 

“You can’t let me be dickless...” You kissed down his throat, pushing and pulling him all the places as you writhed on his spreaded thighs. 

“Be dickless?” He chuckled. He melted into the couch as he let you take reign.

You shrugged. You didn’t want him to speak, you needed his pretty lips on you. “You never fuck me.” You cried but no tears came out. You were the epitome of his pampered princess.

“I never fuck you? How many times did we hang out this week?” He interrogated.

“Not enough.” You didn’t like how he was still talking, but it was intentional. He would do anything to just stretch your patience thin.

“Three days a week right?” He did the math for you.

“I need seven.” You shrugged and pushed his head back to kiss on his neck. 

“Seven days a week?” Taehyung chuckled as he let you be his little vampire. 

“24/7. All day.” Kissing him wasn’t enough. You had enough of kissing his delicious skin for minutes and you were still starving. 

You bit his soft cheeks and jaw, making him hiss playfully. “Are you hungry, baby? I would’ve shared my leftovers with you if you asked.” Taehyung pointed at the empty plate on the coffee table. 

“Tae… I wanna fuck you so hard…” You spurred while pulling his useless pants away. Taehyung promised himself to never be clothed around you. It seemed they made your job only more difficult.

“You can’t.” Taehyung ripped your hands away as your eyes widened with worry. You pulled yourself back to his knees, giving him space.

“I can’t?” You asked with worry.

Taehyung grinned, “I just cleaned the couch. We need to go to the bed if you want to fuck me.” He pointed to the huge wet patch on the couch.

You rolled your eyes. “You are so mean, Taehyung.” You lunged forward to hug him. 

“You really thought I wouldn’t want this, huh?” Taehyung teased.

You shrugged, “You have every right to…” 

Taehyung caressed your back softly as you kissed his pretty shoulders.

“Let’s go to bed so you can fuck me, okay?” He offered.

Your eyes found him, “I will fuck your brains out, Kim Taehyung.” You held his face with your one hand and pursed his lips like a fish.

“G-gewd.” He sputtered out. His drool smeared into your hand.

You wrapped your legs around Taehyung’s waist as he got ready to stand up. “Be careful grandpa.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes, yes he was getting old but he wasn’t that old yet. Just to prove to you how strong he was, he got up, tossed you up slightly with his hold on your ass. He gave them a nice squeeze, which earned him a squeal.

Taehyung thought he was in for a treat, but as soon as his back hit the bed, you started whining for dick. Again. 

“You are LITERALLY the hottest man I have ever seen.” You clawed at his biceps.

“Yeah, butter me up.” Taehyung smirked. You could do some foreplay, but there was no point when he made you squirt every drop of essence. 

“No! I am not buttering you up. I am just telling my scientific observation.” When you pulled his shirt up, your mouth watered just like the first time. He was exciting every single time.

Taehyung rested against your pillows as you pulled his sweatpants off too. He chuckled when your eyes went hazy as your core hit his hardness. He was your sweet drug and you were his. “A-and what I say is the l-law…”

“Is that so?” He grabbed your chin so he wouldn’t lose a second of your pleasure. You let him hold your head as you hummed. “Who made you the president?” Taehyung asked.

Your hands piteously grabbed his chest. Your grinds were enough to calm you down. His hardness glided between your folds as you dropped your head back to feel every bit of skin.

“You messy girl. Look what have you done?” Tae scolded you as your cream smeared all over his shaft and made him leak out precum onto his stomach. 

When you looked where you met him, you saw your lips gliding against his length smoothly. Your excuse of thin panties was useless as Taehyung pulled them to the side. A cute flinch hit you every time Taehyung’s head hit your clit. Your mind was too busy to answer him as Taehyung noticed. You were long gone. 

“Tae…” You murmured, now you were gripping his bicep and his other free hand as he supported your moves. 

“Yeah, baby?” He quietly asked. 

“Top me.” You looked at him with begging eyes, almost forcing tears to your eyes once again.

Taehyung closed his eyes as he dropped his face to the side. His face was adorned with a bashy smile. You kissed the side of his throat, “Please, baby. I really, really need you. You fuck better than I do. You know I have weak thighs.” 

Taehyung’s smile only grew bigger, “I fucking knew it.” He said in a pleased tone. 

You realised how close you were to crying when your runny nose made an appearance. “W-what did you know?” 

Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and in one swift motion, he rolled you under him. “That you would be a fucking pillow princess. Again.” 

You gasped, “I– You said everything I want!” Your voice wavered. 

Taehyung kissed your forehead, “Yes, my princess.” He took his place between your thighs. His view was somewhat obstructed by your panties. His knees dug inside the mattress as his torso hovered over you. 

Your hips bucked up to him at the sweet pet name. You held his pretty waist and tried desperately to hump him. 

Taehyung was adorned by your eagerness. He was also very much accustomed to your cute antics. He needed to fuck your brains out, or else he would have you begging him all weekend. No need to lie, he loved both of the options.

“You need to be fucked, princess?” He rubbed his nose down your neck. His warm breath was tickling all of your senses. 

“Yes! If you don’t, I think I’ll explode.” Your desperation further amused Taehyung. His wet tongue swiped against your chest, just above your breasts. 

“We’ll see if you explode, then…” Taehyung murmured against your skin. His spit-covered lips kissed the whole of your neck before aiming for your breasts. His hands easily grabbed one with a firm touch. 

“Tae…” You called his name as Taehyung suckled your nipples. The image was so intoxicating, you couldn't help but moan, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Taehyung's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he lavished attention on your breasts, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipples.

His other hand traced a path down your body, caressing your sides, your hips, before finally dipping between your thighs. 

And you had the audacity to whine. 

“I just fucked the shit out of you and you still shiever when I touch this little mound.” Taehyung groaned. His hand cupped your core harshly.

“I can’t help it.” You hiccuped when he circled your clit. The cotton of your panties burnt your skin.

Taehyung mimicked your pout. He was so adorable and hot and sexy and attractive…

Your train of thought was interrupted when his fingers deftly slid under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside. You shivered as the cool air brushed against your exposed skin, your body arching instinctively toward him.

Taehyung's eyes, dark and filled with a mix of lust and affection, met your core. When he fingered you earlier this night, he couldn’t see your delicious cunt, so he needed to take his well-earned dessert. 

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. Your arms immediately wrapped around his head, locking him into the kiss. Taehyung gladly kissed you back, and let you play with his tongue. 

When he realised you were out of breath, he let you pull his hair, but a string of spit connected your lips. 

"Out of br–" Before Taehyung could finish asking, you whined.

"Spit into my mouth, Tae..."

His eyes darkened with desire at your request. He growled a dirty curse before his teeth caught your bottom lip. “Pwease…” you whined under him, your plea dripping with desperation.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. “Beg me.” His lower body pressed into yours, his hand grabbing your breast with a firm squeeze. His voice was commanding, filled with authority as he leaned closer.

Your voice caught in your throat, your breath hitching from the intensity of the moment. “P-please…” you stammered, your need palpable.

“Not good enough,” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly. “I want to hear you beg, baby. Show me how much you want it.”

You took a deep breath, your entire body trembling with need. “Please, Taehyung, please spit into my mouth. I need it. I need you,” you begged, your voice finally finding the right note of desperation.

A satisfied smirk played on his lips. “Good girl,” he praised. “I love it when you’re so needy for me.”

He moved closer, his hand moving to your jaw, holding it firmly as he hovered over your lips. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you watched him, your eyes wide and pleading.

“Open wide,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. You obeyed instantly, your mouth opening as you looked up at him with a mixture of need and submission.

“Such a dirty girl,” he murmured, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “And all mine.” He let a string of spit fall from his mouth into yours, the act raw and primal. You moaned, closing your eyes as you savoured the sensation, your body responding to the dominance he exuded.

“Does my baby like that?” he asked, his tone both teasing and possessive. “Do you like it when I take control?”

“Yes, Tae,” you breathed, your voice trembling. “I love it. I love you.”

“Good,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “Because I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to make you beg for me again and again.”

You shivered at his words, your body aching for more of his touch, more of his dominance. “Please, Taehyung, don’t stop,” you pleaded, your hands gripping his shoulders.

“I won’t, baby,” he promised, his voice a low rumble. “I’m going to give you everything you want. Just keep begging for me.”

“Yes, Taehyung, please,” you whimpered, your need for him growing with every passing second. “I need you. I need you so much.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Please, Taehyung, please,” you repeated, your voice a desperate plea.

With a smirk, Taehyung leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. The intensity of the moment consumed you, and you knew that with Taehyung, you would always be begging for more.

Taehyung got a hold of his dick and pointed his head right below your clit. Your warm skin and the sacred skin contact made his insides liquid. 

Your back bucked with a pathetic moan.

Taehyung’s large palm firmly hit against your tit. “ Stop crying. I’ll feed you dick now. 

His words sent a thrill through you as his hand soothed the skin of your chest. His free hand was wrapped around his cock deliciously. He stood tall and hard between your legs and only caused your mouth to water.

His words sent a thrill through you as his hand soothed the stinging skin of your chest. His free hand was wrapped around his cock deliciously. He stood tall and hard between your legs, causing your mouth to water with anticipation. The way he handled himself, every move deliberate and commanding, only heightened your desire.

He smirked, watching your reaction, and slowly dragged his length along your folds, teasing you. “You want it that bad, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a low, seductive growl.

“Yes, please, Taehyung,” you whimpered, your hips lifting towards him, desperate for more.

“Pathetic,” he murmured, almost to himself, as he continued to tease you, rubbing his tip against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “So needy and desperate. Look at you, so ready to be filled.”

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the anticipation almost unbearable. “Please, Taehyung, I need it,” you begged, your voice trembling with want.

With a smug grin, Taehyung finally gave in, sliding himself into you with one smooth motion, filling you completely. You gasped, clutching at his arms, nails digging into his skin as he set a steady, relentless pace.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he praised, his eyes locked onto yours, a mix of lust and admiration. “Such a good girl.”

His words made you shiver, adding to the intense pleasure building inside you. “More, Taehyung, please,” you pleaded, your body moving with his, matching his rhythm.

“Greedy little thing,” he growled, increasing his pace, driving deeper with each thrust. “You can’t get enough, can you? Always wanting more.”

You could only moan in response, your mind lost in the overwhelming sensations. His harsh grip on your hips, the way he stretched you, filled you—it was everything you needed and more.

You sputtered. Taehyung was unclear about what you were saying. 

“I can’t hear you, baby.” His voice was rough as he continued to pound you even harder. “Got a huge dick in your tummy?” He laughed as you grabbed his forearms. 

Taking a deep breath, you summoned your courage. "C-choke me..." you stammered. His thrusts slowed down as he processed your words. You repeated yourself, more firmly this time, "I want your hand around my neck. Please... Give me your hand."

A dark, lustful look crossed Taehyung's face. His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You want me to choke you, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can handle that?"

“Yes, please,” you whispered, your eyes pleading.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Desperate little slut,” he murmured, his hand slowly travelling up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t apply any pressure—just let his hand rest there, a promise of control.

You gasped, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Your core frantically squeezed around him. 

Taehyung chuckled darkly. “You love being my doll, don’t you?” He put pressure on your neck for only a moment. Your core was flooded with juice as your breath was hindered for only a second.

“Yeah… I’m your–s-s.” You forced out. Your legs were sore, your core was begging to find release. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand back to being loose. When he noticed your frustration, he changed the tempo. Rather than going shallow but fast, he pushed himself further in with a slow tempo. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.  “You’re mine, understand? Only mine.”

You sniffed, pleasure started to become too much. “Yeah… Taehyung…” You weakly moaned his name. If he didn’t stop, you could cum, very soon.

Sensing your impending climax, Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with a mix of possessiveness and delight. “So close, baby? You gonna cum for me?” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark allure.

“Yes… so close,” you whimpered, your body arching into his, craving every inch of contact. You held on to his arm on your neck for emotional support.

“Not yet,” he growled softly, his hand on your neck tightening slightly as his thrusts slowed down even more. “I want to feel you completely, every part of you.”

Then, to your utter frustration, Taehyung stopped moving, staying buried deep inside you. The sudden stillness sent a shiver through your entire body. Only your fast heartbeat and his deep breaths filled your ears. 

He was still in you, planted as far as he could go. "Taehyung, please," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He tsked, “You can’t even wait a second, can you?” 

Your hips bucked against him involuntarily,  and you whimpered, tears of frustration gathering in your eyes.

“Aww… Babygirl doesn’t like being teased.” 

Your body responded immediately, your muscles tightening around him, your moans growing louder. "Oh god, Taehyung... yes!" you cried out, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“I’ll– I will cum now… Please, TaeTae…” You screamed. With a deep long chuckle from the hot man above you, you reached the peak of your orgasm.

Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you in a wave of pure ecstasy. Your body convulsed, your moans turning into a high-pitched cry as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back.

He continued to pound into you, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "There you go… Such a good girl to cum for me, baby. No, no, don’t stop. I want to feel you cum all over my cock properly." He demanded, his voice thick with desire.

Taehyung groaned, the sight and feel of your climax pushing him over the edge. He buried himself deep inside you, his own release washing over him, mingling with yours in a blissful symphony of pleasure.

As you both came down from the high, he loosened his grip on your neck, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. “You did so well, baby,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “So perfect.”

He tsked, “You can’t even wait a second, can you?”

Your hips bucked against him involuntarily, and you whimpered, tears of frustration gathering in your eyes.

“Aww… Babygirl doesn’t like being teased,” he mocked, a cruel smirk curling on his lips. “Pathetic little thing, so desperate for my cock.”

You squirmed beneath him, trying to create any friction to ease the intense need burning inside you. “Please, Taehyung,” you begged, your voice cracking. “I need you.”

His grip on your neck tightened, making you gasp. “You think you can make demands?” he sneered. “You’ll take what I give you and be grateful.”

“Please,” you whimpered, your hands clutching at his arms. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“You’re going to have to,” he growled, his hips still not moving. 

When your bottom lip pursed, his hunger awakened. He leaned down closer to you, leaving your neck free. 

“Oh, babygirl…” He whimpered against your chin and took a bite of your bottom lip. It was soft between his teeth. With a slight pressure, he could taste your skin. Instead, he licked on them. Your mouth immediately fell open for the intrusion as Taehyung pushed his tongue in. 

While you played a tug war with his tongue, your sporadic clenches on him continued. Despite not being actively fucked, you were getting tighter and tighter around him. 

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your desperation. "Naughty girl," he sneered when your hands travelled down his back to push his hips deeper.

He retracted his wet appendage from your mouth. Still hovering over you, he murmured, “What are we going to do to these grabby hands?” He asked with mock worry.

Without letting you speak up–not that you had any capacity, Taehyung made a decision. 

A decision that grew you wetter. 

He grabbed both of your wrists and crossed them over your head. A position that you loved and got you to orgasm promptly.

“Is it too much, babygirl?” He asked as his hand covered your wrists. 

You shook your head no, “It’s perfect.” 

“Hmm?” Taehyung set a gentle pace as a start. He eased you back into pleasure. With him being slightly leaned towards you, he could go in deeper.

“Tae…” Your body rolled every time he brushed against your sweet spot. Beautiful shivers washed over your body shook beneath him. 

“Yeah, baby? You like it?” Taehyung focused on how your lips curled into an “o” shape. “Is this a good spot?” He gave a stronger stroke.

“T-the best!” You squealed. 

“It’s gonna make you cum, baby?” Your eyes opened big when Taehyung asked you. You looked at him confused as if you had forgotten about your orgasm. 

“Mhmm, baby?” Taehyung further egged as his hips steadily worked.

You couldn’t answer either of his questions but a cute moan was all the answer Taehyung needed. 

“Yeah, baby? You like it?” Taehyung focused on how your lips curled into an “o” shape. “Is this a good spot?” He gave a stronger stroke.

“T-the best!” you squealed, your voice trembling with pleasure.

“Yeah? So why don’t you cum on my dick to show?”

Without further hesitation, he thrust into you a bit faster, filling you completely in one go and pulling out just to overstimulate that heavenly spot.

The sensation was overwhelming, slightly painful as your body arched off the bed despite his body on you. 

“Baby…” You sighed as your hands tugged on his. The pleasure was immaculate. 

Taehyung waited a few seconds, “Let me see it.” 

You opened your eyes to see Taehyung perfectly standing between your legs, completely inside of you. “I’ll–” You said as your core squeezed him.

“It’s gonna make you cum, baby?” Taehyung asked, his eyes locked onto yours. Your eyes opened wide in surprise, momentarily forgetting about your impending orgasm.

“Mhmm, baby?” Taehyung egged on further, his hips steadily working, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

You couldn’t answer either of his questions, but a cute moan was all the answer Taehyung needed. He smirked, watching the way your body responded to him, the way you squirmed and gasped beneath him.

“Cum for me, princess,” he murmured, his voice a seductive growl. “I want to see you fall apart.”

His words were the final push you needed. Your body tensed, every muscle tightening as the orgasm ripped through you. Your vision blurred, and you cried out, your back arching off the bed as you came hard around him.

Taehyung watched you intently, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his own voice thick with pleasure. “You look so beautiful when you cum.”

Your body trembled, the aftershocks of your orgasm making you shiver. Taehyung continued to thrust gently, riding out your release, his eyes never leaving your face.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his hands caressing your sides soothingly. 

“I love you so much, Taehyung,” you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection as he held you close. Your sweat was cooling off, heart beating so frantically against your ribs.

Taehyung paused for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise at your heartfelt confession. 

“So so much…” You added. 

“Is it post-nut talking?” Taehyung asked playfully, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of disbelief.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his unexpected response. “No, I want more…” You cried. Both for your own orgasm and for his too. 

“Fucking brat.” Taehyung cursed in disbelief. You knew how to push his buttons. He murmured against your skin. “I can’t wait to make you mine again and again so I can make your cry out those words.”

His threat sounded heaven to your ears. “Please, Taehyung….”

Taehyung’s hips found their pace back. It was moderately fast, but the lewd squelching noises were now almost too loud. “Dirty girl.” Taehyung commented a few times after a particularly loud one. 

“Please faster.” You asked when you felt comfortable. And Taehyung immediately obliged as if he was just waiting for you to ask. 

Taehyung immediately obliged, increasing the tempo of his thrusts with a primal need that matched your own urgency.

The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building higher and higher until you could hardly think straight. Taehyung’s hands roamed over your skin, his touch igniting flames of desire everywhere he caressed.

“Ugh, ugh, Taehyung…” You moaned his name out. Your hands squeezed his shoulders. “I-I changed my mind. Slow! Slow!” 

Taehyung laughed through his nose as he followed your request once again. “Ah, You are such a pampered princess! Did it hurt, baby?”

He cooed your hips as you mumbled. “Only a bit…But it feels good when… when you are deep.” 

“Do you enjoy it when I am this deep?” He repeated as he scooted towards you more, plunging his dick deeper than before. You sighed when he filled you to the brim. Even taking a breath was enough for you to have him bump into your sensitive spots.

“Can you feel it?” You held Taehyung’s wrist and placed his hand on your stomach. When Taehyung slightly moved following your touch, his cock again hit your cervix again. 

“Fuck!” You couldn’t help yourself. 

“What’s wrong baby?” Taehyung innocently asked as he moved his hips again.

You answered Taehyung with only your moans. His head continued to give sweet kisses to your cervix and electrify your entire body. 

Your orgasm was back already with all of its glory. 

“You like it when I hit your cervix, baby?” Taehyung whispered, his hands simultaneously pressing your tummy.

Before you could answer, he snapped his hips a bit more forcefully to knock out any words that could come out. 

“Of course you do… You love anything I do to you, right?” Taehyung asked.

You nodded, “I– I love y-you…” You repeated. The fact needed to get inside of his pretty head.

Your words seemed to fuel Taehyung as he planted his hands on the side of your head and started snapping his hips at a fast pace. Now, you knew you had no choice but cum. 

Pleasure was hot and messy. You felt impossibly wet. “I’ll cum! I will–” 

It was pointless to warn him. 

“Y/N, you are gonna open your eyes and cum like my little slut.” Taehyung ordered. His voice was thick with desire, his words sending a thrill through you. 

You opened your eyes to find Taehyung completely spent, his features illuminated by a deep desire to rock your world. His eyes, dark and intense, were fixed on you with a mixture of tenderness and desire. His jawline, sharp and defined, was accentuated by the way he clenched his teeth. Sweat glistened on his forehead, dampening his tousled hair that fell in waves over his forehead.

Taehyung's chest rose and fell rapidly. The veins on his neck and biceps down to his hands were showing. His muscles were strained and on a mission to get you high. His skin was flushed with exertion, a rosy hue spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. 

When your eyes found his, you felt a river form in between your legs. It was impossible to get any wetter and Taehyung still managed to drive you insane. “S-so hot…” You slurred.

To answer you, he thrust harder, deeper, his movements becoming more forceful. Pleasure surged through you as Taehyung drove you towards another peak of ecstasy, his touch pushing you beyond the limits of rational thought.

“C-cum w-ith me-e.” You screeched.

Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall. It shook your entire body and soul in pure ecstasy. Your mind went through hundreds of emotions as your moans continued to entertain Taehyung. 

As you swam through the mind-blowing high, Taehyung stayed inside you. Your senses were heightened, every touch, every sound, every sensation magnified. Watching you cum made Taehyung realise how his own high was palpable. He could cum if he didn’t pull it out. But if he did pull himself out, he would ruin your orgasm. 

The decision was easy. 

“Ugh, baby…” Taehyung lunged over you. Your body melted into the bed but you welcomed him with a hug. 

A messy kiss stained Taehyung’s cheek as he whispered. “Do you want me to cum inside?” 

You screamed. “Fuck yes!” 

With your approval, it took him only three thrusts to empty himself inside you. The long, throaty growl he let out was a feast to your ears as he painted your inside. 

“Taehyung…” Your nails dug into his skin painfully as you pressed him impossibly closer to you. 

With a deep breath, Taehyung rolled off of you. He was scared to crush you under his weight. But when his back hit your bed, he felt you lay on him, your tit pressed into his pec. Taehyung sighed, pleased. “I love you, Taehyung.” You whispered into his ear. 

"I love you even more." he murmured, his voice a tender caress. 

You sighed as you tangled yourself into his embrace. He kissed your forehead and asked your half-asleep figure. “Did you have enough, baby?” 

You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, “Only for tonight. You should rest for the morning.”

Taehyung scoffed, “You should prepare yourself to ride my face.” 

“Hmm, sure sure. Sleep now.” You kissed his collarbone again and nuzzled your face to his naked skin.

“Your breast is touching my ribs.” He said giggly. 

“Yeah? Your cum is dripping out of me.” 

“Do you want me to clean you?” He worriedly asked.

“If you move Taehyung… If you move, I will tape myself to you for the rest of your life and you will have to pee in front of me forever.” You squeezed yourself in as he brushed your hair out of his face.

“Well, you are the freak that can’t pee in front of me. So, I am fine.” Taehyung shrugged. 

“I am the freak because I don’t want you to see me pee? How does it make sense?” You weren’t as comfortable as he was at talking about poops, burps and pees with him. Despite knowing him for years and seeing each other in every compromised position, you needed Taehyung to think you didn’t do any of the things. 

Taehyung was quite the opposite. 

“Yeah, you begged me to spit inside your mouth so you're a freak.” He shrugged his shoulders which made your head move on his pecs. 

You held his face again, puckered his lips and licked them. “I am your very sleepy freak then. Goodnight, darling.” 

Taehyung was going to argue more but you calling him darling caught him off guard. With a satisfied snicker, he lay under you, his arms wrapping around you possessively. You could feel the contentment radiating from him as he settled into the bed, pulling you close so your bodies were pressed together.

“Goodnight, darling.” He repeated with a kiss on your head. He felt your body go stiff only momentarily before nuzzling yourself to him like a kitten. 

The night's sleep was good. Taehyung had you cuddling with him as long as you wanted. 

After, maybe thirty minutes later, Taehyung felt you get up. He heard the soft patter of your feet on the floor as you made your way to the bathroom, the faint sound of the toilet lid closing, and then the gentle rush of water as you cleaned yourself. But soon, you joined him back in the same exact position. Taehyung felt your faint kisses on his cheeks and fell back to sleep. Close to sunrise, he felt you slip off him because it was getting warmer, but you continued to hold his hand and peck his long fingers as he drifted on and off to sleep.

The slight booze and huge amount of physical exertion knocked two of you good as the deep, restful slumber awaited.

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masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | part3: rush:bed recommendation: i’m mad & you’re mine |

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Sprite's Favourite Fics {Bangtan Fics} Part 10

Note: (I'll keep updating the lists as I read more fics. Also, all the moodboards are edited by me therefore I request everyone not to repost them as theirs)

[Masterlist]

[OT7]

{SERIES}

➺ Between The Bloodshed by agustdakasuga

Pairing: Gangster! Bts x Doctor! Reader Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff Parts: 27/27 Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of them through recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

➺ Everything Between Us by agustdakasuga

Pairing: Gangster! Bts x Doctor! Reader Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff Parts: 20/20 Summary: They left you without a goodbye, they broke your heart. You didn’t get your happily ever after. But now they’re back and they’re searching for you to make things right. Could you take them back into your life and let them back into your heart?

➺ Enjoy Your Stay by honeymoonjin

↳ Pairing: Boss!Namjoon, Chef!Jin, Receptionist!Hoseok, Bellboy!Jimin, Bartender!Jungkook, Accountant!Yoongi, Photography student!Taehyung x Reader ↳ Parts: 15/15 ↳ Summary: Working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here.

➺ Roses & Thorns by daydream-hobii

Pairing: Hybrid! OT7 x Female!Reader | Alpaca!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Fox!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Bear!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff, angst Chapters: 20/20 Summary: Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?

[KIM NAMJOON]

{SERIES}

➺ The Holiday Pretense by mortallydeepestobservation [ONGOING]

Pairing: Namjoon x f.reader Genre: fake-dating, friends to lovers/roommates to lovers au; crack, smut, fluff. Parts: 4/5 Summary: Namjoon has never been a fan of the holidays. In fact, he could list more things that sucked about ‘The most wonderful time of the year’, than things that brought him joy. Yet, beneath his cynicism, a flicker of hope appeared this year, as the faint scent of homesickness hung in the air. Unfortunately, there’s one tiny little thing that keeps him from calling home- his lack of a girlfriend. But fear not; this holiday season, Namjoon’s smart mouth gets him in a situation where he has no choice but to approach you- his longtime friend and roommate- with an unexpected request.

[KIM SEOKJIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Freed by borathae

Pairing: Best Friends!Jungkook x Seokjin | Seokjin x f.Reader OC 1 | Jungkook x f.Reader OC 2 Genre: Fantasy!AU, Slice of Life, Childhood Best Friends!AU, Found Family!AU, Royalty!AU, Queen Consort!Jungkook, Healer!Seokjin Wordcount: 11.1k Summary: “They were brothers brought together by tragedy and best friends separated by destiny. Seokjin, now freed of his Raven mark and unaware of his little brother’s whereabouts, visits the Queen’s castle with promises of healing the other freed Ravens. Jungkook, now living his life as the Queen’s Consort and uninformed of Seokjin’s fate, doesn’t know that today will be the day he will finally reunite with his bigger brother.”

[MIN YOONGI]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Requested Drabble by redrose10

pairing: idol! yoongi x wife! reader genre: fluff, established relationship summary: since you and your daughter couldn't make in time for his performance you sent a little surprise his way.

➺ Requested Drabble by redrose10

pairing: idol! yoongi x wife! reader genre: fluff, established relationship summary: “I was just wondering…If there was a zombie apocalypse and I got bit would you still love me even though I was a zombie?”

➺ Kale'in Me Softly by jimlingss

➜ pairing: yoongi x reader ➜ Words: 17.1k ➜ Genres: 90% Fluff, 9.5% Angst, 0.5% Smut, Farm!AU ➜ Summary: After your grandfather's passing, you decide to take over his farm and plant the trendiest vegetable: kale. It's a struggle to be in the countryside when you've always been a city girl. But there's someone less than sympathetic — a grumpy farmer across the acres who's constantly trying to pick a fight with you.

➺ Straight Shooter by snackhobi

pairing: hitman! yoongi x gunsmith! reader word count: 14.3k genre + rating: NSFW (18+), cyberpunk!au, smut, frenemies (?) to lovers summary: Min yoongi is the best shot in the business. you’re the best gunsmith in the city and the only person he trusts to programme his tech; to make his gear.  he likes your work. it’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t like you.

➺ Taste Of His Own Medicine by btsficsandsuch

Pairing: Yoongi x reader Summary: You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes you’re gone.

{SERIES}

➺ Daddy Diaries by bts-reveries

→ pairing: singledad!yoongi x baker!reader → genre: all floof, teeny bit of angst → parts: 29/29 → summary: yoongi started blogging his life on his social medias to prove everyone who thought he couldn’t raise a child alone wrong. but as his daughter’s birthday draws near, what happens when she wishes for a new mom?

➺ No More by yuzukult

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: some angst, fluff, one-sided love (unrequited love?), college!au, secret relationship, smut parts: 2/2 prompt: yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

[JUNG HOSEOK]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Golden Hour by snackhobi

pairing: hoseok x reader word count: 2.6k genre + rating: sfw, magic!au, just a lot of fluff summary: you’d thought yourself content in your loneliness and accepted your place in the world. then hoseok—holding the power of the sun in his hands and his smile—stepped into your life.

[PARK JIMIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Lost in the lights [M] by whatifyoulivelikethat

pairing(s): Jimin x reader genre: smut, non-idol! BTS - friends-with-benefits; Jimin's POV summary: Sometimes it is better to feel alive. Park Jimin doesn't want to be in love. He just wants to feel like he is in love, in the dream instead of at a loss. It's going to be a good night.

➺ Withered Love [M] by minxmut-cafe

Pairing: Yandere!! Jimin x reader (referred to as princess) Genre: modern Au, Yandere au. Warning: tooth-rotting fluff, smut, spanking, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, spanking, oral sex (f. Receiving). Breeding kink, dirty talk (fairly tame ngl) Word count: 3.5k

➺ You're Still My Girl, Yeah? by taetaesbaebaepsae

Pairing: Jimin x gf! reader Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex (condoms are important irl but boring in imagines), tooth-rotting fluffy ending  Word Count: 1770 Synopsis: Jimin and the reader are dating. He feels insecure about your close relationship with your friend. Jimin feels super jealous, but he doesn't show it until they're back home together. Once they're alone, he starts bringing it up during sex and wants her to constantly reassure him that she's his. For him, it’s like the sex is proof of their bond. He’s not mad at her; he’s just really fond of her.

➺ Strip [M] by yoonia

⇢ Character | Jimin x reader ⇢ Genre | Stripper!au, Stripper!Jimin, Bartender! reader, Single parent!au, Smut, Angst, Mature theme ⇢ Word Count | 10,695 words ⇢ Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?

➺ Shit Happens by smoljimjim

>Pairing:  PJM x OC named Siri >Genre:  mostly funny/comedy, small drama, no angst >Word count: ~4880 >Description: Jimin didn't expect to meet the girl of his dreams again. Especially when what happened with her a year ago was his worst date EVER.

➺ Failure to Communicate by gukslut

{Pairing} Park Jimin/ Reader {Genre} Enemies to Lovers/ College AU/ comedy/ smut {Rating} Mature - Explicit {Word Count} 21K {Warnings} oral, kissing, fingering, protected sex, biting, marking, other filthy shit {Prompt} Jimin and y/n set in college where he was her TA and got her kicked out of her major bc he didn't give her the grade she needed and was generally unhelpful.

➺ Finding Home by snackhobi

pairing: tea witch!reader x nonwitch!jimin word count: 11.8k genre: growing up and finding your place in the world; fluff summary: be careful, his mother would say. witches don’t care for mundane humans. be polite, do your business, but then leave. don’t linger. it’s not safe. park jimin feels lost and alone and he’s still looking for home. but something unspoken leads him to your door—a witch who brews tea to match the stories and sadness that spill from his lips. a witch who gives him a question that he has to repay with an answer. (after all, you always have to pay a witch their dues.

{SERIES}

➺ The Iron Ring by sailoryooons

❀ Pairing:  fae prince! Jimin x human! female reader ❀ Series Word Count: 92,681 ❀ Genre: fantasy au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers ❀ Chapters: 5/5 ❀ Summary: After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.

➺ Idol Couple by bangtanfanfiction

♢ Pairing: Jimin x Reader ♢ Parts: 2/2 ♢ Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst (lmao idk) ⌲ Description: You’re a senior idol from YG, and your boyfriend happens to be Jimin from BTS. How does that work out?

[KIM TAEHYUNG]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Wow by taleasnewastime

Pairing: Taehyung x gf! reader (female) Genre: pure smut; pwp. Word count: 5.3k Summary: It’s been a long stressful week at work and when you get home you just want to get into something comfy. You just didn’t realise changing into your boyfriend's jumper would turn him on so much.

➺ The Diligent Plan [M] by untaemedqueen

Pairing: Taehyung x Girlfriend!Reader WordCount: 6.7k Genre: Established Relationship!AU, Smut, Fluff Synopsis: Tae is desperately trying to get his girlfriend pregnant. While doing a live stream jungkook accidentally walks in on the two of them but they’re both so focused on each other (Tae taking full advantage of praise kink) that they don’t notice. Afterward, Tae and the other members are completely unapologetic about it.

➺ Stay by bebejungkook

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader ‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: smut, established relationship au. ‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Taehyung is getting ready for a night out with the boys but the glass of wine you had is starting to hit so he’s looking yummier than ever.

[JEON JUNGKOOK]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Mind and Music by jeonggukieverse

Pairing: Composer Jungkook x Academic Female Reader Genre: Established relationship, Absolutely Filthy Smut, Fluff, Angsty Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), mentions impregnation Word count: 10k+ Summary: You would always smile and say it's okay whenever Jk misses out on important things in your life, and the boys would constantly hint that he should give you more time. Jungkook gets super sad once he realizes that he might not be making you happy anymore.

➺ Meraki by taegularities

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: e2l, grumpy!jk (+ photographer!jk) x sunshine!reader; fluff, smut ➳ word count: 26.6k ➳ summary: Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.

➺ Navigating Tides by jjungkookislife

♡ pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x f. reader ♡ genre: exes to lovers, angst, fluff, smut [18+] ♡ wc: 18.9k ♡ summary: A cruise is the last place you expect to see your ex-boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. You broke up six months ago, and your best friends Jimin and Yoongi assured you your ex wouldn't even remember this cruise that you booked a year in advance. However, on your first night on board, you discover your ex isn't only on the cruise ship, but there are no rooms available for him to stay in other than yours.

➺ Third Time's the Charm by jjungkookislife

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x ex-gilfriend!reader genre: crack, exes to lovers summary: Jungkook will do whatever it takes to get you back. wc: 727 warnings: funeral, some cursing, some hitting

➺ Fool's Gold by mariabtsos

Pairing: Prankster! Jungkook x gf! reader, Genre: Friends to Lovers, established relationship, April Fool's prank gone wrong, angst, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, happy ending. Warnings: small act of violence. Word Count: 4.4k+ Description: when Jungkook’s prank goes horribly wrong, will he be able to win you back or will this be the end of you and him?

➺ The Things He Did by smoljimjim

>Pairings: past bully!JJK x OC named Siri // ex-bf!PJM x Siri >Genre: slight angst, small bits of fluff >Word count:  ~8900 >Description: Siri thought she did well avoiding her highschool bully, Jungkook, during her university life. Unfortunately for her, her roommate starts dating Jungkook's best friend. Now, Siri sees Jungkook more than she'd like. But is that really so bad? Has he grown up? Is he a better man? Can she forgive him for the things he did?

➺ Mean by bonny-kookoo

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre: Mafia!AU, Single Parent AU!, Angst, fluff, Smut Summary: Jeon Jungkook was kinda cute, you had to admit that- but he was also a massive douchebag with his head up his ass. And a cute kid.

[sugar-petals]

Hey there!

Can you please kibbie type txt?,

Im very confused about their kibbie type especially yeonjun and beomgyu.

TXT Kibbe Body Types ♡

finally figured them out! enjoy the analysis. this time i used more hyperlinks not to crowd the post with images.

yeonjun - PURE CLASSIC

such a rare type! no wonder it's so hard to find his ID, plus his stylists dress him like a gamine (berets + wildly dyed/stripe hair = very G). but in reality, he is the clean aesthetic. a man with a perfect face and moderate to tall height. not an extremely towering frame like soobin, nor petite. perfectly balanced. Ns are also moderate and he has a little kibbe width, but N clothes usually give him sweater paws and pile on the body, making him look like another person. so, no blunt yang, more classic = oval (his face especially). where gamines have bones like short Ds, classics are "tame" sharp yang. it shows in his squarish shoulders. he's not a DC, though. his clothes are best 100% symmetrical like he is. at 1st i thought he's a gamine, but cropped lines are meh. a classic only needs a simple dress shirt to seduce you. gamine chaos patterns are too cluttered.

his red carpet looks rarely miss the mark: most regular evening menswear/suit and tie is all pure C. yeonjun's ideal look is: restrained. when you see him in a trench coat (the DC and D item incarnate), it's already too much to handle. put it on DC taehyung, he walks like he owns it! pure C has a less powerful frame and goes for vests > coats. as for ruling out the other subtype: soft classic morphs his face into someone else like romantic does. we're looking for "that's so yeonjun". he has lip injections, his mouth is much more balanced and less yin/pouty in its natural state. instead, he is the true midpoint of all the 13 types. a simple head to toe tux boosts his vertical line and matches his proportions well. gentlemanly clarity of lines.

huening kai - FLAMBOYANT NATURAL

signature fur coat: that's how you spot the N types! hyuka has width with added narrowness throughout his body, and quite some vertical at 6'0. he looks powerfully built with a rectangular, zero curve bodyline, like a block, straight down the torso and legs. his face's angles are not sharply, intimidatingly taut like a dramatic: they look softer, but it's actually N bluntness (think Gigi Hadid). same with the shoulders. not angular and bony like D, G, and C types. FN is a friendly giant, and can look "cute" up close. mind you, he just turned of kibbe-typeable age (22+). he still matures into his type.

besides wearing heavy, hard-hitting fabrics well, he thrives with a head to toe look. doing line breaks gamin-style goes against his harmony. dramatic and classic are too formal, awkwardly narrow or off size. D and SD fall flat, looking so serious. FN needs room to breathe, fluffed, bountiful hair and knit/rougher textures: bomber jackets, jeans, so charming on him! vice versa, romantic styles make him look like a child; he wears R fabric and curls often because pure R is TXT's concept, but it needs a bolder approach. SN yields a waist emphasis he doesn't require (belts do nothing for FN), and pure N is just regular-degular, doesn't really do it for his face. add some dramatic structure and deep colors and it works perfectly.

beomgyu - SOFT CLASSIC

D and N clothing are oversized on him and don't make his face pop, while R and G styles have too much distracting detail or become fuzzy: he's too tall to be that yin, either way. that leaves us with classic! his face is taemin-like, very lavish, but he has a more streamlined frame than a small TR, which would have been my first thought for beomgyu. compare the hands, though: TR taemin has soft, full, small fingers (R), while beomgyu's hands are elegantly sculpted, neither small nor huge (C). typing hands is underrated (pics easy to find + hardly any surgeries/filters/makeup on them)!

many classic category clothes really do look so neat on him, it's amazing. there's a reason why he's only marginally smaller than pure C yeonjun, who is his type neighbor. but beomgyu heavily benefits from SC waist emphasis/tucking shirts while pure classic and dramatic classic are not fitted enough, and even too long for him. asymmetry and leather edginess (= for sharp subtypes + dramatics) is not his cup of tea. yin subtypes are always less vertical, need gentler fabric, more flowing hair. gosh, soft classics are such perfect creatures.

taehyun - FLAMBOYANT GAMIN

just like his infinitely versatile fashion style, taehyun is an unpredictable mix of many types like one would expect of an FG. e.g. rounded jawline with sharp lip corners: a wild combination of essences. we see some soft, deer-like, youthful R features, some narrow/angular D in the bones, some muscly N tonedness (that already tells us in which subtype direction it goes). compact, but chiseled. like a petite dramatic type. not ultra small, femme-leaning, waist-emphasis-heavy like SG, and too much natural yang for pure G. pure G is only D + R, while FG is actually D + R + N.

the way taehyun drowns in casual clothing baekhyun-style already told me he's a gamine at one glance. the way he can wear showy TR clothing with insane decor proves his flexibility but penchant for small detail. patterns are a Gs best friend, as is the highschool uniform. line breaks work 100%, but he can also do a heeled head to toe black - FG has an elongated D undercurrent. this ID has the widest fashion range. taehyun reminds me of jonghyun a lot, and FG is his type. and a little j-hope frame-wise, FGs may have incredibly varied features but among each other, they are surprisingly familiar!

soobin - SOFT DRAMATIC

any D type is hard to miss. at 6'1, soobin has to be D, SD, FN; tiny chance of DC. next to broad FN hyuka, his narrow D bones and rectangular shoulders are obvious, and he eclipses the classics yeonjun/beomgyu. baggy natural styles hide him, the pants wind up too wide. gamine with its prints and patterns becomes a fuss since you have to size up the clothing to fit his yang proportions —mixed G materials don't work either — and the classic tux is too short. romantic type, 0 chance. (kibbe declared some 6'1 celebs as Rs in the past... they're mistypes. Rs are small/moderate as they are yin, the opposite of D. they could never border 6'2, ever).

and, easy tell: most male SDs are infuriatingly underdressed, and aren't fazed by diamonds whatsoever. stage uniforms, fantastic on soobin! his stylists try to put dark C clothes with long trousers on him, give him the gamine fuzzy bowlcut, and call it a day. little do they know who's hiding underneath all that... a stunning SD slayer. i did consider pure D, but if you put some nice silk fabric on him, it's just beautiful. only harsh angles all the time gets boring, even if it does have its desired effect. he can handle accessories so well, too. pure D cannot. if you upsize TR clothes with glitz and glam, he rocks it.

thanks for requesting @miraculousmayad! i love txt.

[magicshopaholic]

Fever Dream (Taehyung x OC)

Summary: Dressed in vintage Chanel, your and Taehyung's messy past comes back to haunt you.

Pairing: Taehyung x OC (feat. Jungkook)

Genre: Some fluff, angst

Word count: 9.1 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, if that

A/N: Here is the next installment of unedited fic series. Takes place a little over a month after A Day in the Life.

Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2, @margopinkerton, @faearchives, @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)

Listen to: "free fallin'" by john mayer

taehyung masterlist| main masterlist

Dilara [11:40] Hey babe. Reached?

Tae [11:40] Just about. Wow, it’s been really long since I’ve been to one of these. Forgot how chaotic it is.

Dilara [11:41] Tell me about it. Everyone’s impossibly good-looking.

Tae [11:42] Really? Did you just walk by a mirror or something?

Dilara [11:42] Save some of that charm for tonight, pretty boy.

Tae [11:43] See you in a few, pretty girl.

Dilara slips into the ladies’ room facing the mirror over the basins and exhaling. The flight and drive were long enough, but she seems to be the only person showing signs of it. It helps to have Taehyung nearby, though, even if actual time together seems limited.

She needs to be back out there, though, letting the crew know and get started on whatever PR they have planned. Fluffing out her curly hair and noting how the curls seem to have set nicely for once, she rummages in her bag for a last minute spritz of perfume and swipe of lipstick.

As she searches, one of the stalls behind her opens and she hears the sound of another sigh. It’s gratifying, she reflects, to not be the only one feeling overwhelmed. 

“It’s quite a crowd outside.”

Dilara chuckles, finally locating the tiny travel-size bottle of Zara’s Nude Bouquet and taking off the cap. “Tell me about it,” she mutters, straightening up and spraying it on her neck and the inside of her wrists. “Felt like I needed to escape.”

The other girl laughs lightly, and Dilara glances at her in the mirror. Her long black hair falls down her shoulders but she looks familiar - Dilara immediately thinks of Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend and the image sticks.

“I get that,” she agrees, and her voice is soft, almost musical. “Wow, that’s a nice scent. Where is it from?”

“Oh, it’s Zara.” Without thinking anything of it, Dilara offers it to her. “Want to try?”

The girl straightens up as well and turns to her - it’s not Charles’s girlfriend - and gasps mildly. “It’s such a coincidence - I think I packed my cosmetics in the wrong bag and they all reached my hotel. You really don’t mind?”

Dilara shakes her head wordlessly. Impossibly good-looking. But she can’t look away.

Jennie smiles gratefully and takes the slim bottle, spraying it in the same spots Dilara did and returning it. “Thank you. It’s been a long flight.”

“And a long drive from the airport.”

“I know.” She pauses. “You look kind of familiar, by the way. I’m picturing a Polaroid… I feel like we’ve met?”

“Oh, uh…” Dilara shakes her head, turning back to this basin to wash her hands, barely able to feel the cool water. “No. We haven’t.”

“Oh. I’m Jennie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Dilara.”

“That’s a pretty name. Where is it -” A phone ringing interrupts her and she winces, apologetically checking her phone. “Sorry, I have to go. Maybe I’ll see you later tonight.”

Dilara forces half a smile. “Maybe.” 

Jennie gives her a small wave and leaves. For a moment, nothing happens. Dilara fluffs out her hair and checks her phone out of habit before frowning, realising she can’t remember if she washed her hands. The water feels cooler now and she squeezes out some of the floral-smelling lotion next to soap, rubbing it over her hands.

It’s time to head out. The impossibly good-looking people aren’t going anywhere and Dilara is technically working. As she reaches the door, her phone buzzes.

Tae [11:50] Can you tell me where you are? I need to talk to you.

—

It seems likely to be a huge event. The marquee spans what looks like half an acre at least, under which two dozen tables with designer chairs and sparkly, minimalist place settings are spread out. Flex boards are strategically placed with who are probably the most famous Korean celebrities in attendance, the low stage is a shiny black and the few non-Korean guests stick out, although not in an unpleasant way. The guest list and event decor is no surprise - it is a Samsung event after all.

Dilara spots Taehyung walking past a camera with Jimin, only the latter waving. He looks… distracted, despite the smooth and impassive expression. They stop under the shade where he takes off his sunglasses, frowning slightly in the afternoon sun. Her gaze falls lower, to the band of his trousers to his hand in his pockets, and the shape tells her they are balled into fists.

Dodging one of the impossibly good-looking people, this one a vaguely familiar person - probably an actress - Dilara stops some ways away from Taehyung and Jimin, directly opposite them. It won’t take long now, for his eyes are darting around anyway, until they find hers and his forehead clears. 

Dilara holds his gaze for a moment before turning around and beginning to walk. She isn’t exactly sure where to; most of the signs are written in Korean with the English translations in smaller font. 

But she continues without stopping, her pace mild and stance casual, her arms folded across her chest. Somewhere along the way, her peripheral vision catches Taehyung on the opposite side of the path, one hand still in his pocket as he saunters with grace.

They turn together, coincidentally, down a path to a huge trailer. The gigantic Big Hit logo, combined with the confidence with which Taehyung strides in, tells her exactly whose it is. Few staff members scatter as he pushes open the door and stands aside to let her in, not speaking until it’s closed and they’re alone.

Taehyung opens his mouth to speak but pauses, as though changing tacks at the last second. “Hi,” he says, a hint of a smile spreading across his features.

It’s been three weeks since they’ve seen each other, she recalls only now. “Hey,” she replies, although it comes across as a bit of a sigh.

He steps towards her, a bit hesitant, before placing one arm around her waist and gently bringing her to him and hugging her. He kisses her on the cheek. “Missed you,” he whispers, his lips on her hair.

Dilara’s hands go around him automatically, but it’s hard to focus. Or there’s too much focus - she can’t tell. It takes her a moment, but she nods into his shoulder, closing her eyes and trying to enjoy the first whiffs of his Sauvage, always the best ones.

“Missed you, too,” she murmurs. Her hands tighten around his t-shirt, momentarily clutching them tight before she forces herself to step away.

Taehyung touches her cheek, allowing himself another fond gesture before dropping his hand to his side. He glances at the floor and for a brief fraction of a second, a pit of fury takes form in her stomach. 

It disappears almost instantly, though. Taehyung swallows and looks up. “Look, I have to tell you something. When we reached and got out of the car, there was a short briefing and one of the producers mentioned that -“

“Jennie is here.”

Taehyung’s face goes slack. “Wait, you knew? How? Did Calvin Klein tell you or was it like a - how do you say it? A memo?”

“Calvin Klein is not going to send anyone a memo of Jennie’s travel plans. No, I - I ran into her in the ladies’ room,” she answers. He doesn’t respond immediately and Dilara bites her lip; she feels like she should say more.

“You… ran into her?” Taehyung’s voice is almost hushed. “Like, you saw her or -“

“I stood next to her. We talked about how long our flights were and then she borrowed my perfume.”

Dilara can’t blame Taehyung for looking slightly incredulous. It sounds like a fever dream when she says it out loud. Wildly, it occurs to her that for the next few hours at least, she and Jennie Kim will smell the same.

Evidently, he decides not to probe. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

“Mhm.”

“Because… I swear, I had no idea she would be here.”

“I know.”

“If I did, I would’ve told you as soon as I -“

“I know. I believe you.”

His eyes flicker and the relief is unmissable. “Good,” he murmurs. 

Dilara looks away, anywhere; the look in his eyes, of anxiety, worry, guilt - it’s a rabbit hole she doesn’t want to go down right now. There’s no place in her mind right now, or in her heart, for anything more than the effort to not make this a big deal. 

“I should go,” she says after a moment. “I need to meet my team and then they have me selecting a dress or something for tonight.” She moves to leave.

His response is immediate. “Lara, are you -”

“I am,” she interrupts, not turning around but stopping in her tracks. “Look, it’s…” It’s weird. It feels like the understatement of the year, or it should be, but she truthfully can’t think of what else it is. “It’s fine,” she says finally, looking back at him briefly. He looks concerned and it’s not what she wants to see. “You’re… all in the same industry. And we’ve moved on.”

Taehyung nods slowly. “Okay. Will, uh… will we see each other before the event?”

Dilara shrugs. “Depends. You’ll probably have to get ready here,” she guesses, and his shoulders falling tell her she’s correct. “Tonight. Later.” Before he can respond, she leaves.

—

Jungkook [13:30] Okay wait. What about these? [picture] [picture] [picture] [picture] [picture]

Dilara [13:31] Um I dunno. The second looks fine.

Jungkook [13:31] Really? It’s not too extra?

Dilara [13:32] Facial piercings are the definition of extra.

Jungkook [13:32] Well that’s why I want a subtle eyebrow piercing. It can’t just be about the tattoos all the time.

Dilara [13:33] Fine, so second.

Jungkook [13:34] Reallyyyyy? I kinda liked the third.

Dilara [13:34] Then go with the third. It’s your face, not mine. Well, yours and Big Hit’s. Are they really okay with their chocolate boy going emo punk right after tour?

Jungkook [13:35] Fuck them. It’s my choice. So third? Actually what do you think about the fourth? With the sapphire stud?

Dilara sighs and lowers her phone. Jungkook’s indecisiveness, while sometimes endearing, is not something she can appreciate right now. It had taken all her will and ability to compartmentalise to get through her video segment a little while ago: Off Track: Get Ready with Dilara Komyshan! 

She still has hours to get ready; the filming made no sense. Neither does the layout of the ground, in her opinion, for there are people arriving from three different entry points. It seems stupid and not very well thought out at all, and Dilara just knows it will cause confusion once the event actually begins.

Taking a sip of the canned grapefruit drink she’d picked up from one of the tables, she winces. It’s sugary sweet and, she suspects, not even real fruit. But there were no other options and she was thirsty. Looking around to check if the coast is clear, she tosses it into a nearby bin. Her phone buzzes again and she closes her eyes. 

Damn it, Jungkook. Just get the damn piercing.

Jungkook [13:38] Still there? I was thinking, maybe you were right about the second. Oxidised silver is kind of classic and really makes the whole thing stand out. What do you think?

Dilara [13:40] You know, I really don’t think I’m the best person to advise you here. When I was in school, I had a thing for guys with lip piercings, so what do I know?

Just as she navigates away from WhatsApp, she hears a rustle and whips around.

“Sorry!” A young man, carrying a laptop, two clipboards and a cup of coffee stumbles into her little alcove away from the main event. He says something else in Korean before looking up and noticing her, and his eyes flash in recognition. “Dilara Komyshan!” he blurts out, his face slightly red.

“Uh, yes -” She darts forward to catch his cup as it slips out of his hand, no doubt saving it from spilling all over his clean white trousers.

“Oh, thank you,” he breathes, panting slightly. “It’s been a crazy day and I’ve fucked up - oh, God, I think I’m going to get fired today!” He dumps his belongings onto a table between them and shakes his head, apparently inviting himself to her solitary rendezvous.

If Dilara had to guess, he sounds Canadian. Not knowing if she’s meant to respond, she nods in what she hopes is a sympathetic way, hoping he’s busy enough to leave soon. To her surprise, he leans back against a tree on the other side of the table and fishes around in his pocket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes.

Dilara’s fingers twitch unexpectedly. “Mind if I bump one?”

He raises his eyebrows. “You smoke?”

Shit. “It’s been a crazy day for me, too,” she confesses. “Maybe we can keep each other’s fuck-ups between us?”

He half-chuckles and offers the pack to her. “Dan,” he says, handing her a lighter as well.

“Dilara.” She lights her cig and takes a drag, returning the lighter. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

The nicotine feels a bit stifling on a sunny afternoon, but there’s something mildly comforting about it, too. The only downside of it, she realises, is that it’s opened the door for this Dan individual to take her quip to heart and begin baring his soul to her.

“It’s ridiculous, honestly,” he vents passionately, “because they really shouldn’t give access to things to one person, you know? Not when that person doesn’t understand responsibility or - or commitment to a team, and quits a week before an event. Who does that? Right? I mean - you of all people would understand,” he declares, pointing to her suddenly. “You’re in Red Bull - wouldn’t you commit to your team until the very end?”

Dilara stares, unsure how she’s expected to answer, for Christian Horner would probably tear up her contract and eat the pieces if Max Verstappen demanded it.

“I - sure. Yeah.”

“Exactly.” He shakes his head, his face still red. “It’s just really overwhelming. There’s a lot to do and we’re one guy short and… God, I don’t even want to get into what happened earlier today.” 

He pauses, as though waiting for her to ask. Dilara, looking straight ahead, doesn’t take the bait, silently taking another drag. Next to her, Dan is almost bouncing on the balls of his feet, seeming more flustered than ever.

“Someone accidentally wiped out the version history of our seating chart after making changes to it - bam, it’s out there.” He says the whole thing very quickly and exhales shakily. “And it could… technically be considered my fault - and only technically - because I was the last one to use it but if you really think about it, it’s - it’s really poor planning because - I mean, Google Sheets? In this day and age? And the only person who knew it by heart and - and who was in charge of it -  quit last week. With no warning. And now we’re having to wing it, which brings me back to the whole teamwork thing, so you tell me, you know. Who is really at fault…”

Dilara presses her fingers to her temple, wishing he would leave, for this isn’t worth the clandestine cigarette. He continues venting and she tries to tune him out.

“You’re table six, though, right?” His somewhat frantic voice interrupts her thoughts.

“Uh… I’m not sure. I wasn’t told what table I’d be at,” she mutters, glancing at him to see him peering into his laptop screen. The brightness is at full blast and she can see a Google Sheet open, the first two cells labelled “이름/Name” and “테이블/Table” with numerous names written similarly in Korean and English, and all the table numbers in Arabic numerals. She recognises some names: Kim Namjoon stands out, as does Jang Wonyoung, Sydney Sweeney, Jennie Kim…

“Oh, God - it’s frozen!”

Dan hammers at the refresh button but the cursor turns into a blue circle and he makes a choking sound between a cry and a groan. At that moment, his phone rings and he visibly gulps at the screen. “I have to - I have to take this,” he stutters to no one in particular, answering it and backing away, raising a hand to Dilara in apology before disappearing.

Dilara raises her eyebrows and mimics his movement, privately glad for a moment of peace. She can’t listen to his complaints about the event any longer. It seemed like an excruciatingly boring event from the beginning and she’s already rather preoccupied, thinking of all the practice on the SIM she could have squeezed in this weekend if it weren’t for this stupid event.

The laptop screen is unrelentingly bright; blinking a bit, she taps the key to lower it. Frowning, she moves the mouse to see it working perfectly. Rolling her eyes, she leans to the side to look for Dan.

“Mate, your screen is responding again,” she says, but there’s no answer. In fact, she can’t even hear him anymore. 

Maybe he jumped, Taehyung would say, seriously and without expression, maintaining it even when others would chuckle.

She scrolls absently to search for his name. Cha Eunwoo, Alia Bhatt, Jeon Jungkook… she spots her own name, a brief moment of relief to see she will have at least one familiar face at her table. Then, a little while later, Kim Taehyung.

He had looked so… concerned for her today. Anxious. All the casual confidence he’d retained for the rest of the world had fallen away to reveal the moments of vulnerability he reserved for her. She can’t recall at this moment how it usually makes her feel, for today, she couldn’t turn away fast enough.

Dan returns a minute later, just as Dilara is leaving.

“Thanks for the cig,” she says, giving him a small wave.

“You’re welcome. Oh - it’s working again!” He lets out a low whistle, running his finger across the mousepad. “Thank God. Well - it was really nice to meet you. Big fan.”

“You, too. Good luck with your seating chart.”

—

It’s late afternoon when the guests begin assembling by the grounds, everyone poised to make an entrance on the “pink carpet”, a peach-coloured path curving towards the marquee. The sky is a melange of grey and pink and orange, a very light breeze giving the event the vibe of an upscale wine-tasting.

Taehyung, dressed in an off-white linen suit with his hair left loose and freshly washed so it may “go where the wind pleases” (his stylist’s words, not his), speaks into a mic as he answers the interviewer’s questions, glancing occasionally into the camera as he does.

“And will you be hoping to meet any friends here tonight?” the interviewer asks chirpily.

“Of course - I’ve already seen many people I know here, so I’m sure we’ll all have a good time tonight.” He smiles after this perfunctory, scripted answer, before giving her a nod of acknowledgement and making way for the next celebrity behind him. 

It had been the company’s idea to have them make separate entrances, given Seokjin and Yoongi were not attending, so as to not make the group look smaller. As he heads inside, waving at some of the cameras and some lucky fans who’ve managed to get access to the outer areas of the grounds, he takes the opportunity to let his eyes roam around the crowd and the guests, hoping to spot Dilara.

They haven’t seen each other since their fleeting moment earlier today. He had managed to maneuver a way out of one of their filmings to head back to the hotel, hoping they would cross paths before she had to get ready. While she had left him a short message saying she would try, evidently the timings hadn’t worked out and they’d missed each other.

At least, Taehyung hopes it was the timings. He can’t exactly blame Dilara for being a little on edge today, possibly a little distant, but the only solution he can come up with is to be with her, be there for her, maybe show her however he can that she doesn’t need to be on edge at all.

She hasn’t arrived yet, though; a little disappointed, Taehyung turns his attention to the artfully adorned tables, realising he has no idea which one to sit at.

“Check the name cards.” Jimin sidles up next to him and points at the thick cards in little tents at every seat, anywhere between six and ten at each table.

“Found mine,” says Namjoon, who’d entered a minute before Taehyung, holding up a card at a table right in the front. “Hobi’s is here, too.”

“Hang on, are we all not together?” Taehyung asks nobody in particular, frowning.

From behind him, another idol shakes his head, overhearing the question. “Nah, doesn’t look like it,” says Chan, peering at the name cards as well. “They probably don’t want to draw attention to idol groups, I guess?”

People are starting to take their seat, having to check name cards everywhere. A few people who look like they are event management have scurried over, helping guests, the whole thing becoming slightly chaotic.

Taehyung finds himself hoping that he and Dilara might be at the same table, if it’s indeed at random. He begins searching for both their names, but Jimin gets there first.

“Found Dilara,” he mouths, catching Taehyung’s eye meaningfully. “Oh, and Jungkook is at this table, too,” he adds in a regular volume.

“Anyone else?” Taehyung asks hopefully, trying not to be too disappointed when Jimin shakes his head. He counts it lucky that Dilara still has Jungkook, at least one familiar face at an event that’s mostly strangers to her.

Jungkook isn’t here yet either; he’d be recording a demo with Yoongi in the hotel room despite the latter not attending the event, and would probably reach just in time for it to start.

“Oh, wait - Jimin!” Taehyung calls, holding up a card. “Here’s yours.”

“Oh, great. Who else is here… dude, so are you!” Almost diametrically opposite the circular table, Jimin holds up a card with Taehyung’s name. “Awesome!” 

Taehyung grins and they high-five at waist-level before taking their seats, Jimin continuing to scan the other cards. “I don’t know who this is… oh, this is the actress from Snowdrop, right? I think it is… and - oh.” Jimin looks up at Taehyung, and it’s an expression Taehyung immediately takes note of.

“What?”

“Do you know who else is at this table?” he asks in a hushed voice, leaning over and glancing at the entrance surreptitiously. 

Taehyung knows before Jimin subtly turns the card towards him, with the name of a guest to be seated directly between both of them. Jennie Kim, the card reads, equally calligraphic in Hangul and English.

There’s an announcement of some kind, a muffled voice asking guests to take their seats quickly. Taehyung turns towards the entrance, his heart somewhere near his stomach and jerking uncomfortably, hoping to see Dilara and wondering if he can signal to her to meet him… his eyes dart around, a bit frantic. It takes him a moment to realise another familiar face is making its way… in his direction.

“Taehyung hyung.” Jungkook strides over and taps his shoulder, motioning for him to get up, stepping away from the table. Taehyung meets Jimin’s eyes briefly, who raises his eyebrows and shrugs.

“Yeah?”

Jungkook presses his tongue to his teeth. “Do you know -” He looks around and lowers his voice to a whisper, “- that your ex-girlfriend is here?”

“Yes,” he answers instantly. “And I can do you one better. Do you know where she’s -”

Jungkook interrupts him. “Does Dilara know?”

Taehyung stops abruptly. “Uh, yeah. I told her this morning. Or - I guess she already knew….” He trails off when he finally sees Dilara enter along with the last few guests, finding her table almost instantly. His shoulders relax when she catches his eye; he gives her the most subtle smile he can, knowing there are cameras around that could be capturing his any and every move. To his surprise and relief, she returns his look with a small smile. “Listen -”

“Holy shit,” whispers Jungkook, looking at something over Taehyung’s shoulder. He smiles briefly and gives a small wave before turning back to him. “She’s at your table?” he hisses through gritted teeth.

“Apparently. Look, it’s a coincidence from hell, but can you do me a favour? You and Lara are the same table - can you just tell her -”

“How?”

“How - what?” Taehyung frowns, realising by now that they are one of the few people still standing. “What do you think coincidence means? I didn’t have any part in this - but can you just please tell her that I’m sorry anyway? I’ll still text her, but… please.”

Jungkook, who seems to be regretting his momentary outburst, nods wordlessly before turning around and heading over to his table, sitting only one seat away from Dilara, both of them giving each other extremely perfunctory, polite camera-ready smiles of acknowledgement.

Taehyung tries, once more, to turn around and catch Dilara’s eye but when Jimin hisses his name under his breath, he’s forced to look ahead as the host arrives on stage. There’s some applause and introductory jokes being made; it’s not a lot he can do to avoid it, not when there are cameras around or when the seating arrangement is so awesomely fucked that the moment he turns his head even slightly to his right, he meets Jennie’s eyes.

“Hi,” she says quietly, giving him a formal sort of smile. “How are you?”

For a fleeting moment, he wonders if he can pretend to have not heard her. But even the thought is absurd. “I’m good,” he replies, nodding. “And you?”

She nods in response and the small talk comes to a natural end, at least for now. The event may as well be happening in French for all the focus that Taheyung devotes to it; choosing his moments, he tries to subtly turn his head to look back at Dilara’s table again. At one point, he sees her chatting with the person next to her, the captain of South Korea’s football team. It makes him feel slightly better that she has company; next to the footballer, Jungkook cranes his neck slightly towards them, as though trying to keep up with the conversation.

Somewhere during one of the musical performances, Taehyung feels his phone buzz. He opens it to see the group chat.

Namjoon [18:17] Taehyung. Cut it out.

Taehyung [18:18] What?

Namjoon [18:18] Turning around to look at Dilara. It’s very noticeable.

Taehyung [18:19] Shit. Sorry.  How can you tell, though? Your table is in front of mine.

Hoseok [18:20] Because only Namjoon has figured out a way to turn around and look at something behind him without being obvious about it.

Taehyung [18:20] Sorry. A bit on edge.

Jimin [18:20] Lol. No surprise there.

Taehyung [18:20] Shut up. Can you tell if Dilara is looking? 

Jimin [18:21] She isn’t. Jungkook is, though. Probably hasn’t checked his phone yet.

Seokjin [18:22] What is up with all the texts? I’m trying to take a nap.

Jimin [18:22] Taehyung is sitting next to Jennie while Dilara is at a different table.

Seokjin [18:22] What!

Taehyung [18:23] Not what it sounds like. Jesus. Our assigned seats are next to each other.

Hoseok [18:23] Dilara is going to kill you.

Taehyung [18:24] No, she isn’t. She’s not crazy - she knows this is out of my control.

Yoongi [18:25] Hell of a coincidence to be out of your control.

Seokjin [18:26] No kidding. This is k-drama level coincidental. Next thing you know, the camera pans to your mortal enemy slipping a wad of cash into a waiter’s hand.

Namjoon [18:27] We may be going off topic here. Taehyung - be careful, though. If anyone gets a single shot of you and Jennie sitting together, it’ll start rumours without a doubt again. And you know YG won’t deny them.

Taehyung pauses, for this hasn’t occurred to him. Not that it’s some kind of epiphany - rumours are a daily battle, almost - but today, Dilara has been his sole focus throughout. 

He meant what he said: his girlfriend is a reasonable person who, despite some expected discomfort with the situation, is not the kind of filmy exaggeration they were hinting at. But the fact that this might make its way back to social media again, a year and a half after the world has lost interest, following Dilara wherever in the world she goes… he recalls the lowest points of their relationship, looks of heartbreak and betrayal that still haunt him to this day, and his throat feels momentarily tight.

Taehyung [18:28] I will deny them. You can be sure of that.

“Camera!” 

Jennie’s voice hisses next to him, almost making him jump out of his skin. He slips his phone under his thigh in a swift movement, eyes ahead and immediately bopping his head to the music to avoid whatever rubbish headline the wrong picture could lead to: BTS V insults rookie girl group by checking phone during performance!

“Thanks,” he mutters, seeing her nod from the corner of his eye.

As the night progresses, Taehyung makes his attempts to look back at Dilara more subtle but no less frequent. He succeeds a couple of times, too, once even managing to make eye contact with her. Her expression is unreadable, though, and he begins wondering if this is truly bothering her, how much it is, and how there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.

“Everything okay?”

“Mhm.”

It’s a break in the program, during which a few people are going back and forth to the rest rooms, getting their hair and make-up retouched and doing impromptu spot interviews. Taehyung and the rest of the group have been advised by the staff via text to not leave their seats; as he looks around, it seems as though most people are in a similar boat. 

He turns around to look at Dilara, only to see her seat vacant and - to his surprise - Jungkook staring back at him, brows furrowed. He frowns curiously but the younger member looks away in an instant. Taehyung wonders briefly if he imagined it; raising his eyebrows and shrugging it off, he unlocks his phone.

Taehyung [19:00] Hey, love. I know this night probably isn’t what you had in mind after three weeks apart. It definitely isn’t mine. I promise I’ll make this trip worth it, though. I really missed you.

Biting his lip, he sends the message. He waits for a few seconds for a reply, turning around to check the door. She eventually returns, catching his eye and giving him the same small smile she’d given him at the beginning of the event, as though they were lounging around in his apartment instead. She says something to Jungkook when the anchor begins speaking again, signalling the end of the break.

Lara [19:02] Missed you too

Taehyung stares at the message, not sure what to make out of it. He’s sensing some distance from her; it’s not unexpected and he wishes more than anything that he’d been able to talk to her, just once, before everyone had taken their seats. He turns around briefly again, hoping Jungkook relayed his message to her.

“Shit,” Jennie mutters next to him. Catching his eye momentarily, she tilts her phone under the table towards him. Taehyung’s heart sinks at the picture, taken from a distance, of the two of them watching the stage, their heads tilted in the same angle.

It’s a normal picture, with at least ten other people in the same frame including Jimin; but the incriminating red circle drawn into the picture makes it clear what the focus is. The fact that it’s already on Instagram makes his stomach roll with worry and guilt, and he hopes, desperately hopes, that it won’t affect Dilara after all this time.

“Tabloids will start their thing,” she adds, shaking her head. “The company will be so annoyed. What about Big Hit?”

“I don’t know,” he replies truthfully, after a moment. He hasn’t thought about it; Namjoon mentioned it in caution and here he was, correct as usual. Big Hit would be annoyed; a recycled rumour, micro-expressions getting dissected and heartbroken fans spamming their social media - none of these were desired during an ongoing tour.

Taehyung knows it’s a headache and if not handled properly, could escalate. It could impact concert attendance, merchandise sales, fan-meets… but these are just words right now, swimming in his head in a faint voice that sounds like their manager’s. Bigger than all that, in the forefront of his mind is only Dilara, once again forced to remember the worst period of their relationship.

“I can’t believe this seating,” he mutters. “I thought the bigger the event, the more tuned in they would be to… stuff like this.” He gives her a sideways glance.

But Jennie gives him a small shake of the head. “I doubt it’s on purpose. I heard there was some confusion with the tables anyway… their system was down or something.” 

“Feels irresponsible.” Then he sighs. “No offence.”

She half-chuckles under her breath and locks her phone. “None taken. It’s been over a year, anyway. I don’t think there’s a single person who remembers or cares about our fling anymore.”

It’s almost compulsive now; he turns around again. Dilara’s eyes are fixed on the stage, though, but he takes a moment to watch her anyway, feeling every variation of guilt and anxiety and adoration when he thinks of how her evening might be going.

“Is that Jungkook?” Jennie whispers next to him. “I should say hi later. Oh, I met the girl sitting next to - oh, shit.” She clicks her tongue softly in apparent recognition. “That’s where I know her from - she did the sportswear campaign for Calvin Klein last month. Dilara Komyshan, the race car driver,” she states. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognise her before - I must really need some sleep…”

There is something inexplicably strange about hearing Dilara’s name come out of Jennie’s mouth. He expects Dilara would find it even stranger; he bites his lip and faces the front again.

“… do you know her?”

Taehyung doesn’t respond, but evidently his silence and laser focus on the glass in front of him is enough explanation.

“Oh,” says Jennie softly, and Taehyung’s heart crumbles a little, suddenly horribly, terribly afraid that everything would be ruined again.

The performance on the stage ends and there’s applause. Taehyung claps automatically, without feeling. Next to him, Jennie turns her head slightly towards him.

“I only met her for a minute… but she seems really sweet. And very pretty.” She gives him a small smile. “Lucky guy.”

—

When the event ends and the anchor announces the dinner being hosted in the hotel restaurant, everyone begins heading out of the marquee and back down the carpet. There are some quick interviews and pictures, mostly of celebrities ducking into cars and leaving. Taehyung hopes he can skip the dinner - or at least make an appearance, have half a drink and be done with it. 

Namjoon [19:50]

Group vlive in 20. Yoongi’s room.

He closes his eyes; the last thing he feels like doing is pretending to be chipper for a camera, while staff members stand behind it and cue reactions out of them. But the message is in the group chat, meaning the set-up is probably already done, and any interaction with Dilara will unfortunately have to wait.

Taehyung could yell; it’s bad enough that this weekend threw this unnecessary curveball at them but the constant interruptions are getting on his nerves. The impending rumours, the company’s reaction (fuck the company, he thinks irritably), the faraway tables - anything and everything under the sun to try and distract him from the only thing he cares about. 

He doesn’t want to drop her another text to tell her about his plans; he has to meet Dilara now, actually be face to face, see her, hold her hand and talk to her before he does anything else, even if it’s only for a few seconds. 

Taehyung [19:53] Hey. Where are you?

He waits a minute but she doesn’t respond. Unwilling to wait, he starts to call her when he finally spots her across the room, standing with three other people, all of them listening to a tall Caucasian and vaguely familiar man in a suit. Dilara has a glass of champagne in her hand and is a complete knockout; elegant in a short cream dress, she reduces him to staring for a good few seconds before he remembers where he is.

Almost as though she’s heard him, her eyes flicker a bit and meet his. His heart skips a beat; as he steps forward, she gives him that same small smile and shakes her head infinitesimally. She slips her phone out of her small clutch and turns away to type, a few seconds before his phone buzzes.

Lara [19:55] Have to stay for dinner. Meet you upstairs later. xo

The disappointment starts to settle into his stomach but he steels himself; they’re both working and if she says she’ll see him upstairs, then there’s nothing much else he can do except hope that her nonchalant demeanour isn’t a facade she’s putting up for him.

The vlive is a chaotic one for which Taehyung is glad; he’s preoccupied but there’s enough happening without the focus landing on him. Seokjin and Yoongi, both of whom managed to worm their way out of attending the event, are still at the hotel, the only two in t-shirts and joggers. Taehyung checks his phone constantly, wondering when Dilara will be back, only occasionally smiling and throwing in a comment here and there so he can’t be accused of slacking off.

“Alright, have a good one.” Namjoon waves and heads towards his room on the other side of Yoongi’s. Waving back, Jungkook and Taehyung head towards theirs, a two bedroom suite they’re sharing with Jimin, conveniently to allow for Dilara to stay over.

“What a fuckall night,” mutters Taehyung, kicking off his shoes by the front door and shrugging off his linen jacket. He checks his phone again: no new messages.

“What were you thinking?”

Taehyung opens the mini fridge and takes out a small bottle of whiskey and a cold bottle of water. “About what?” he asks without looking up, mixing himself a drink.

“You know what.” Jungkook says no more until Taehyung finally turns to look at him, frowning. “You were sitting with - with Jennie. All night.” He shakes his head. “Come on - you have to know what that looked like.”

Taehyung scoffs. “I don’t care what social media thinks. They overanalyse everything to death, anyway.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Not them. I’m talking about Dilara.” 

His heart jerks momentarily. “Did she say something?”

“She - she didn’t have to,” he stutters. He looks quite nervous. “I could see her face - she was sitting right next to me.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows and takes a sip of his drink. “And what did her face look like?” he asks deliberately, for the accusatory note in Jungkook’s voice is now unmistakeable.

“I - well, she looked… not happy,” he answers lamely, rubbing the back of his neck. While Taehyung’s gaze is fixed on him, Jungkook’s keeps flickering away. “She kept looking over at you two and… I mean, it’s obvious, right? Of course she wouldn’t like it.”

“She would also know, though, that it was a coincidence,” he retorts, calm yet unable to keep the bite out of his words. “And that I definitely didn’t know about it - which, by the way, I asked you to tell her. Did you?”

Jungkook hesitates. “Of course, I did. I’m just saying… you could’ve done something. You were talking to Jennie. Out, in the open with, like, no problem.”

“We were in public. What was I supposed to do? Ignore her when she spoke to me? Create a scene and ask to be moved to a different table?” Taehyung scoffs and shakes his head. “Yeah, that would’ve turned out great.”

“That’s not the point. It’s not fair to -”

“How is it not the point? This situation was out of my control. I was texting Dilara the whole time - and she was responding. And she didn’t sound half as pissed off as you do,” he points out. “Why do you even care so much?”

“Because I made her a promise!” Jungkook blurts out, his ears turning red, eyes big and troubled.

“You made her a promise? What - today?”

“No, last year. Before you two got back together,” he says in a smaller voice, and Taehyung’s stomach drops. “I promised her I’d tell her if you ever did anything like that again.”

Taehyung is silent. The drink feels heavy in his hand but he doesn’t move. It feels strange, like a shift in the paradigm of his relationships, as though a glass wall has been lifted and they’re all further away than he thought.

Jungkook seems to have realised the implication of his words. “Not that… I thought you would ever do that again.” He sounds like he’s about to say more but stops abruptly.

It stings. The long days and nights spent atoning for what he’d done, the hopelessness at the end of every day in Europe that he’d probably lost her for good, all stacked against the voices of his friends telling him, convincing him he wasn’t a bad person and that if he tried, if he truly tried and stayed and loved, he would be worthy of a second chance.

As it turns out, they weren’t sure either. Once a cheater, always a cheater. He wonders if Dilara still thinks that, and feels his vision blur momentarily. 

He clears his throat, slowly meeting Jungkook’s eyes. “Anything else?” he asks. “Since you made her a promise?”

“Taehyung hyung…”

But Taehyung continues staring him down, unmoving until Jungkook sighs.

“No,” he says quietly. 

Taehyung nods and finishes the remainder of his drink. Without another word, he places the glass on the table and heads into his room, leaving Jungkook outside.

—

The dinner goes on longer than Dilara would have liked, but the CEO of Tag Heuer, Red Bull’s biggest sponsor, is not a guest she could have avoided face time with. Christian had even taken the trouble to drop her a message (Try to get a picture with Frederic for the PR team), so her options were fairly limited.

Using the spare room key Taehyung had sneaked her during a brief, five second long interaction this afternoon, she enters the suite and goes straight into the room with the door closed. It’s empty at first glance, but the faint scent of nicotine directs her to the balcony.

Taehyung is sitting on the cushioned bench, still in the shirt and trousers he was wearing for the event, looking slightly ruffled and smoking a cigarette. Dilara stops at the doorway and leans against it, stepping out of her heels and closing her eyes against the breeze.

“How was the dinner?” he asks after a few seconds.

“Boring,” she answers. She opens her eyes to see him still looking out of the balcony. “How was your night?”

He simply shrugs. “I’m sorry about the… the tables and the seating,” he says after a moment, finally looking up at her. “I don’t know how that happened.”

Dilara bites her lip. There’s a choice she can make now, and the second option can probably lead to salvaging the remainder of the night. But something about how he’s sitting, some distance away and instantly apologising, makes her go with the first.

“Well… if you can believe it…” She sighs and looks at the ground, suddenly a bit embarrassed to be saying it out loud, “it may not have been… a total coincidence.”

Taehyung frowns slightly at her and when she raises her eyebrows, silently asking him to understand without her having to say it, he scoffs lightly.

“Really?” His voice is soft, but the surprise is clear. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” she mutters. “You’d be surprised how lax the organisers were with information like this. Leaving open laptops around and venting to strangers…” She rolls her eyes.

He chuckles again softly. He takes a drag and flicks some ash from the cigarette, looking down, his smile fading before he speaks again. “Why?” he asks.

Dilara hesitates, her heart clenching slightly. “I’m not sure,” she admits. “I guess I just wanted to see…” She pictures the earlier hours of the evening, seeing her boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend sitting next to each other, but doesn’t feel the familiar anger or betrayal anymore. In fact, she struggles to feel anything at all. “I don’t know,” she finishes.

Taehyung nods slowly but says nothing. He finishes his cigarette and takes a deep breath. 

“Are you angry?” she asks.

Still looking out, he pokes his tongue into his cheek. “I don’t think I can be,” he says carefully.

Dilara swallows. “I suppose that’s true,” she agrees, a little defensively.

“How did I do, though?”

“What do you mean?”

Taehyung turns to her, finally. “I mean… I’m guessing it was some kind of a test.” He shrugs. “How did I do? Did I pass?”

Dilara holds his gaze, realising with a slightly pang that it’s the first time they’ve spoken this long since this morning. “With flying colours,” she says softly.

If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it. There’s a flicker in his eyes, probably of relief, before he looks away. Dilara knows with certainty, though, in this moment, that he really did pass whatever subconscious evaluation she had been putting him through. 

Every single interaction she had spotted between him and Jennie, every quiet bit of small talk, artfully ignoring cameras, looking beautifully bored at an event that was far too long for everyone - it all came to a head in her mind. Dilara remembers exes she cares about, those she hates and those she is indifferent to. Today, despite Jennie being sat next to him and remaining truly and impossibly good-looking, Taehyung treated her like he would have anyone else in her place.

“Maybe I should’ve told you,” she muses, only half-intending to say it out loud.

“Wouldn’t have been much of a test if you had.” He tilts his head at her and tries to force a small smile, and she wonders if he seems sad. 

“It wasn’t meant to be… a test like that. You don’t know what it’s like,” she adds in a smaller voice, feeling defensive again. “I was caught off guard and… it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

He nods. “I understand.”

Dilara bites her lip. “I trust you,” she murmurs.

Taehyung says nothing at first; she knows how her words probably sound. “Thanks,” he says finally, very quietly, before looking back ahead. “You may want to let Jungkook know that, though.”

Dilara frowns at this unexpected segue. She wonders briefly if it’s a joke she isn’t getting. “Why would I let Jungkook know?” she starts to ask, but Taehyung beats her to it.

“I know I’m not really in a position to ask you anything, but can I anyway?” He waits for Dilara, still confused, to nod. “You have every right to be angry with me,” he says, “but if you are… can you please talk to me about it?”

She frowns; somewhere, her heart begins to race as she senses her control on the situation slipping. “I didn’t say anything to Jungkook,” she clarifies. “Not about this.”

Taehyung stares at her and her heart slows a bit as he registers her words, internalising them. He finally looks away and Dilara takes it to mean he believes her.

“Why would you even think that?” she asks. “Wait - did he say something to you?”

But Taehyung simply shakes his head and stands up. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” He stops next to her on his way inside and touches her elbow. “I really am sorry.”

Dilara gazes up at him, even the slightest touch making her skin tingle. But something about the way he’s standing before her, apologetic almost by default, makes her heart ache. 

“For what?” she asks. “You didn’t do anything.”

He shrugs, not meeting her eyes. “Just… everything. I’m sorry.”

Dilara is sure she’s lost count of the number of times he’s said this to her, and it hits her now, during the one time he probably doesn’t need to. 

“I’m going to take a shower and go to bed, okay?” Hesitating for a fraction of a second, he kisses her cheek and brushes past her, going straight into the bathroom.

Dilara stays rooted in the same spot for a few minutes, feeling confused and awful. This hadn’t turned out at all the way she had hoped. She had been on her way here, feeling unexpectedly light and almost proud that she’d found a way to get a nagging question out of her head. But something has gone wrong, or fallen out of place, and she’s searching for it blind.

Opting to give him some space, she trudges out to the living room. Curling up on the sofa, still in her dress and make-up, she closes her eyes and wishes the night would end. She’s polishing off a bottle of water from the mini fridge a few minutes later to avoid a hangover when the other bedroom opens.

“Hey.” Jungkook, in track pants and nothing else, looks surprised to see her. “Just came to get my charger.”

Dilara, with her mouth full of water, gives him a tilt of her chin in response, barely looking up. The tiredness of the day has caught up with her, along with the emotional toll, and she rests her head against the side of the sofa and exhales. Taehyung is out of the shower by now, for the sound of the water running stopped nearly ten minutes ago, but Dilara isn’t sure she should go inside yet. There’s a bit of misplaced guilt in her, anger at the guilt, annoyance at the anger, and a craving for a cigarette she hasn’t felt in a long while.

“Everything okay?”

She jumps slightly, having almost forgotten Jungkook was here. She hums listlessly in response, seeing him shuffle towards his room from the corner of her eye.

“Are you sure?”

“Did you say something to Taehyung?” 

Jungkook pauses, but doesn’t look altogether surprised at her question. He glances at the floor and bites his lip. “I didn’t mean to… be so harsh, I guess. But I thought someone should say something.”

“About what?” she asks immediately, sitting up. “And what do you mean by someone? You mean someone other than me?”

“No! I just… I thought you looked kind of pissed off - which would make sense,” he adds quickly.

“Jungkook -” Dilara starts, then sighs and shakes her head, not sure where to begin. She can’t fathom what he might have said to Taehyung, but it’s becoming clear now that it’s most likely the cause for his distant demeanour.

“Look, I wouldn’t have said anything, but I felt like I had to,” explains Junkook, his voice low. “I promised you I would.”

“What are you talking about?” Dilara frowns, bewildered. He doesn’t answer, his shoulders falling slightly. A moment later, it comes back to her: a hotel room, a video game, and Jungkook learning the word insurance. “Right.” She sighs. “Jungkook… this is not what I meant. You don’t have to get involved in our - in our stuff. Okay? And you definitely don’t have to speak for me.”

He bites his lip and nods. “I was going to talk to him tomorrow anyway,” he mutters. 

It does little to make Dilara feel better. He’s still not meeting her eyes, but Dilara wishes he would, because he needs to understand this. She waits until he looks up at her, hesitant and abashed.

“He’s your friend,” she reminds him. “He’s your friend.”

Jungkook’s eyes shutter over. He pokes his tongue into his cheek, suddenly reminiscent of Taehyung, and looks away.

Dilara sighs, regretting her choice of words immediately. “That’s not what I -” But she can’t get into this right now. Shaking her head, she goes back into her bedroom and shuts the door behind her.

The room is dark but the moonlight from the closed balcony is light enough. Taehyung is in bed; Dilara scrutinises his face from where she’s standing, unable to tell if he’s really asleep or simply pretending. She heads into the bathroom and unzips her dress, stepping out of the pool of fabric and leaving it there on the ground. She picks up a faded t-shirt hanging on one of the hooks in the bathroom and slips it on, wrapping the comforting cotton around herself for a moment and inhaling it, before taking off her make-up and brushing her teeth.

Once she’s done, Dilara goes over to the empty side of the bed, pausing at the edge. If he’s angry, he’s forgiven her. She knows he has, just as she knows he will concede to her every single time when it comes to this issue, no matter his own feelings. It disappoints her a bit, although she doesn’t know what or who exactly she’s disappointed in.

She climbs onto the bed and inside the covers lightly, moving to lie beside him. He’s on his side, facing her, with a hand tucked under his cheek; she shifts to mirror him. Even in his sleep, he is so handsome that it takes her breath away. The moonlight softens his features slightly; Dilara touches his cheek with the tips of her fingers, somewhat glad he’s asleep, for she doesn’t know what she would say if he was awake.

It’s too tiring to think about it, though; the long flight she took to get here to Incheon feels like ages ago. She tilts her head up slightly and kisses his nose softly, waiting to see if he’ll wake up. When he doesn’t, she lowers her hand and turns around, closing her eyes and hoping for sleep to end this night. 

A few moments later, his arm comes around her waist and pulls her close. 

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Thank you for reading. Don't forget to leave a review :)

[weishenbwi]

Ambien Amortentia

Serial Killer Jungkook and Detective Taehyung (Dead Dove: Do Not Eat).Ch. 3/5 (ao3 version)

Taehyung barely remembers parking. Barely remembers climbing the stairs to their apartment. 

Then Jungkook is there—unyielding, tangible, a steady hand coaxing Taehyung’s fractured thoughts into a semblance of order.

Strong arms guide him inside, and Taehyung sinks into the familiar sanctuary of their home and the deliberate choreography of Jungkook's devotion. Warm hands undress him with clinical tenderness, each button undone with infinite care, each fold of fabric lifted away as though Jungkook is unwrapping something delicate. Jungkook's touch maps every exposed part of Taehyung—the hollow of his throat, the ridge of his collarbone, the vulnerable curve where shoulder meets neck. As if Taehyung might dissolve without this constant inventory of presence. He peels away the day like bandages from a wound, until Taehyung feels almost human again.

 A glass of water, cool and crystalline, rests suddenly in Taehyung’s trembling hands. No memory of Jungkook stepping away, no sound of water pouring—just the glass, pressed into his palms with reverence as Jungkook’s thumb grazing his knuckles like a tether to the present.

"For sleep and your headache," Jungkook whispers, pressing small pills into his palm. "You look like you're in pain."

Concern in Jungkook's voice wraps around Taehyung like the gentlest embrace, chasing away the chill that had settled in his chest since the crime scene. Here, in their home, with Jungkook's measured attention focused entirely on him, the world aligns, sharp contours dissolving into a calm stillness.

Taehyung swallows the medication without question, trusting in the way Jungkook always knows exactly what he needs. Jungkook's thumb strokes across his knuckles in small arcs before offering him more water, watching with those attentive eyes until Taehyung drains the glass.

The taste is chalky and metallic, but the weight in his chest begins to loosen, the pounding in his skull receding into something dimmer, more distant.

"I made dinner," Jungkook says, though they both know Taehyung's stomach has knotted itself into impossible geometries. "But it'll keep. Rest first," taking the empty glass and setting it aside before cupping Taehyung's face in both hands. His thumbs stroke across Taehyung's cheekbones with gentleness as if tracing a constellation. “The pain will fade soon,” he whispers, a promise woven between them. “You're home now.” 

Jungkook leads him to bed. Helps him beneath the sheets. The sheets are already turned down, pillows fluffed and arranged just the way Taehyung likes them. Golden light from the bedside lamp casts everything in warm amber, catching the vibrant red of fresh Japanese Camellias on the nightstand, their petals mingling with the scent of clean linen that lingers in the air.

"We don't have to talk about it," Jungkook soothes, fingers stroking through Taehyung's hair as though tending to something consecrated. "But I'm here now. By morning, everything will be as it should." The words cocoon Taehyung in tenderness.

Taehyung wants to speak, to say something about the victim's words. The crime scene. The man who was waiting, his shadowed silhouette burned into Taehyung’s mind. But his tongue is thick and his thoughts scatter like moths.

"Sleep, my love," Jungkook whispers, his voice following Taehyung down into unconsciousness. "I'll be right here. I'll take care of you."

Guilt twists in Taehyung's stomach even as the medication pulls him under mercilessly. He wishes he could say no, that he could tell Jungkook how much he abhors feeling out of control and the heaviness that settles into his limbs like lead, the way time becomes elastic and slips between his fingers like water, and the fog that settles over his thoughts like dust on abandoned furniture. But he follows instructions because he needs sleep. Because his dreams have begun bleeding into his waking hours, indistinct as watercolors in rain. Because to disappoint Jungkook feels like a failure of gratitude.

Years ago, when trauma first carved its initials into Taehyung's mind, Jungkook took charge of the regimen. A gesture of care that slowly calcified into control. On nights like these, when fragments might otherwise coalesce into dangerous understanding, Jungkook administers stronger sedatives—just enough to fracture understanding like light through broken glass, blurring the edges to ensure memories can't crystallize by morning. The truth remains buried beneath pharmaceutical snow, a cultivated amnesia.

In daylight, Jungkook wears devotion like a second skin. The devoted husband who'd guided Taehyung through his darkest hours after the Daegu case almost broke him, who held him through night terrors and panic attacks, who whispered promises until tomorrow became possible again.

But darkness reveals different architecture: the methodical cataloguing of Taehyung's psychological fractures, each hairline crack that spiders under pressure so meticulously calibrated it feels like love.

The artistry lies in the subtlety. The way trauma compounds on itself when fed the right diet of doubt and dependency.

Taehyung's fingers twitch in sleep, still searching for a pulse long since stilled. Still trying to bring comfort to the dying.

The rain begins its percussion against the windows, and Jungkook settles into his vigil. He pulls the covers up to Taehyung's chin, then changes his mind and draws them down again, wanting to see more. The lamplight catches the hollow of his throat, the gentle slope of his shoulders. Taehyung radiates heat like contained sunlight, and Jungkook positions himself closer, until that warmth becomes his own.

He watches the rhythm of Taehyung's shallow breathing as shadowy drops trace abstract patterns across Taehyung's unconscious form. Sedatives have transformed him into breathing sculpture—all the beauty of life with none of its inconvenient autonomy. Jungkook's hand hovers over Taehyung's sleeping form, not quite touching the supple, golden skin that glows beneath the lamplight's muted reverence.

It's his fingers that finally make contact, ghosting over familiar topography. The curves of Taehyung's torso, the sharp angle of collarbone and shoulder blade, the subtle dips where fragility hides. Jungkook's touch is reverent, mapping territory that belongs to him alone.

The slender architecture of ribs expanding and contracting with chemical precision. He barely touches, savoring the permission unconsciousness grants him. The skin, warm and yielding beneath his touch, belies his inner violence. Along the elegant curve of Taehyung's throat, his thumb traces, feeling pulse points flutter beneath skin. So fragile. So trusting. Something primal coils tighter in Jungkook’s chest, intoxicated by how easily Taehyung could break.

These are the moments he treasures most. When there's no possibility of divided attention or misplaced affection. When Taehyung is wholly his, pliant beneath his gaze, consciousness eased into surrender.

Jungkook's palm settles over Taehyung's chest, feeling ribs flex beneath shallow breath. He could press down just a little harder, feel the fragile ribs yield, imagine consciousness flicker back to meet his gaze just long enough to understand before panic sets in.

Instead, he traces beloved features with pious fingers. The strong line of his jaw, the soft curve of his lips, the paper-thin skin beneath his eyes where exhaustion has carved shadows. Each detail memorized, archived, claimed.

"Perfect," he breathes, the word carrying weight it was never meant to bear. "You have no idea how utterly you belong to me."

The rain has found its rhythm now. Not violent, but persistent. Methodical. Each drop against glass like fingers tapping out morse code. Jungkook allows himself this. In a few hours, the performance will resume. The careful distance, the manufactured normalcy, the elaborate pretense that this is anything other than what it is. But here, in the space between midnight and dawn, his truth blooms like bruises beneath skin.

[soft-for-yoongi]

5 times BTS thought Jungkook was throwing up + the one time he actually is

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: ot7, each have their individual sections

Tw: gagging, mentions of nausea, vom**, puking, dizziness

Word count: 1,469

Okay... here me out it's a little different from what I usually do, but please let me know what you think!! 🙏 oh and which member was your favourite?? 🤩

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Namjoon

Jungkook looks adorable, Namjoon thinks as he snaps a photo of the youngest— asleep on the couch in his studio. It wasn't uncommon for the members to relax there, but Jungkook definitely does it the most. Just as Namjoon sends the photo to their group chat, Jungkook wakes with a groan. He stretches before a hand covers his mouth.

Namjoon looks at him, Jungkook's eyes are half lidded and hazy, hand on his month. Wait. Namjoon grabs the trash can under his desk, quickly holding it in front of Jungkook. The youngest takes the bin with a furrowed brow, then erupts with a sneeze, "HIHSH'Ew, ugh. Sorry." Jungkook mumbles, still sleepy. "What's this for?" He adds, lifting the bin slightly.

Namjoon looks at him blankly, "Oh, thank goodness, you're okay. I thought you were about to vomit," Namjoon laughs, half-heartedly because it has happened before, and you can never be too prepared. "Jeeze, hyung, you worry too much." Jungkook giggles.

Seokjin

Jin was peacefully cooking in the kitchen, making one of their go-to's, but still a favourite. The occasional member swings by sometimes to check in and help for a bit, which is why he wasn't surprised when the youngest walked into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes a water, taking a few swigs. A drop accidentally goes down the wrong hole, making Jungkook splutter and cough. He throws himself over the sink, coughing and spitting water into the drain.

Seokjin abandons the veggies he was cutting and starts rubbing Jungkook's back, "you okay, Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin said, concerned for the younger. Jungkook nodded and swallowed, recovering from his clumsy drinking. He exhaled, "I'm okay. I swallowed funny and it went down the wrong way." Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, Jin still rubbing his spine.

"Christ, you scared me half to death! I thought you were being sick or something." Seokjin admits, dramatically holding his heart. Jungkook chuckled, realising the misunderstanding, "sorry, hyung. I'm fine, I promise." Jungkook replies, earning a sigh and fluffing of his hair from Seokjin.

Hoseok

Put Jungkook with his Hoseokie-hyung and there's bound to be chaos. They were originally practising together, but somehow, it turned into a pirouette competition? Hoseok went first, and he'd say he was pretty graceful, remembering to point his toes as he spun around. Jungkook's high-pitched laugh rang in the air as he held his phone up, recording Hoseok. "Aish!" He exclaimed, "wow, that was hard." Hoseok stopped spinning, after doing approximately 4 turns, again, pretty impressive if you ask him.

"Jungkookie, your turn!" Hoseok beams, quickly flipping out his phone and recording as Jungkook takes the spotlight. He spins in quick succession, one, two, three, four, five?? Jungkook laughs at the very Hoseok-like noises as he films. Jungkook slows down and ends up victorious with 7 turns. Woah, he's kinda dizzy though. Jungkook pants, hand on his knee and arm to his middle.

"Wahhh, Jungkookie!... Hey, you feeling okay?" Hoseok ends the video, jogging to the youngest. He places a hand on his back, heart dropping. "Yeah- just dizzy." Jungkook laughs, straightening up to look at his hyung. "Are you about to puke?" Hoseok blurts, eyes starting to scan for a rubbish bin. "What? No, gosh. I'm fine Hobi-hyung," Jungkook breaks into high-pitched laughter, soon joined by the elder.

Taehyung

Taehyung has an arm wrapped around Jungkook's shoulder, both sharing a blanket as they stare intently at the tv, playing an action movie. Taehyung knew the youngest loved them, but couldn't get as immersed as he could. Thus why when Jungkook made sniffly noises and put a hand over his mouth to stop from sobbing, Taehyung was very confused. And very worried. He had been paying attention and nothing too dramatically sad was happening (he thinks), so what's wrong with Jungkook???

"Jungkookie?" Taehyung holds Jungkook's cheek, body turned to face him. Jungkook looks towards his lap, a little embarrassed, his hand the only thing keeping him from audibly sobbing. "Are you getting sick or something? Your cheeks are pink." Taehyung worries, using his phone light to illuminate Jungkook's face. He sees the shaky fingers cupped over his mouth and assumes the worst. "Do you feel nauseous?" The singer questions.

Jungkook bubbles with a laugh, tears still coming out of his eyes. "I-I'm okay, Taehyungie-hyung." Jungkook uses his sleeve to wipe his eyes, blinking back a couple more and taking some deep breaths. "How are you not sad? Iron man died." Jungkook pouts, maybe Taehyung wasn't paying as much attention as he thought. "I was more worried about you. It looked like you were gonna be sick!" Taehyung frets, pulling the youngest into a hug to calm both himself and Jungkook.

Yoongi

Jungkook sqints at the toilet. It's shiny and looking better already! He'd noticed some dust and decided he'd do a good deed and clean the toilet. Pretty normal thing to do, if you ask Jungkook. Though, Yoongi didn't see it that way when he first walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was half lit and he'd taken his contacts out already. He scans the youngest, who's squated in front of the toilet.

"Kook?" Yoongi says, suddenly next to him and rubbing his back. He's on his toes, ready to grab some pepto or another member. The youngest turns around to look at the older, a confused look on his face. "Do you want some water?" Yoongi offers, wiping his eyes tiredly. Jungkook is still confused as to what his hyung is doing.

"I'm okay, hyung," Jungkook replies. He is enjoying having his back rubbed though, he will admit. "Have you been sick?" Yoongi asks, although the toilet does look oddly clean. "What? Hyung, I'm cleaning the toilet, not throwing up," Jungkook breaks into laughter, clapping his hands. "Oh my bad, good work Kook-ah." Yoongi smiles, "you had me worried."

Jimin

Jimin looks over at the youngest from his position on the couch. Jungkook's face is puffy and he's got two pieces of toast in front of him. Plain toast. No butter, no jam, nothing. They've only got a recording session later this evening, so usually Jungkook works himself quite an impressive appetite even though it's only breakfast. He watches the youngest cringe with each bite, looking like he's zoning out.

He turns off his phone to pay more attention to Jungkook. He sees the younger's face twinge in discomfort or pain—he can't quite tell—and then move a hand under the table to place on his belly. Gotcha. Jimin's mood drops and he walks over to Jungkook, placing a hand on his back. Jungkook doesn't even resist the touch, not bothering to put up a facade as he pushes his plate away, resting his forehead on the table.

"Not feeling the best?" Jimin asks, "I feel sick." Jungkook replies and the dancer hums sympathetically. Jimin slides in the seat next to him, concern apparent on his face. "Kook, do you know what's upsetting you?" Jimin frowns worriedly. "I don't know, hyung... my stomach hurts." Jungkook says and then registers that these are all his tell-tale signs he's about to throw up. He moans at the realisation.

"Jungkook do you need me to bring the bin over?" Jimin stills his hand on Jungkook's back, able to hear the younger's stomach throwing a fit from where he's sitting. Jungkook lifts his head enough to give Jimin a nod. With haste, Jimin grabs the trash can from in the kitchen and brings it back. Jungkook takes the bin and lets it rest in his lap, staring at the meager contents and feeling his stomach churn unhappily.

Jimin can see goosebumps on Jungkook's arms and wishes relief for him so badly. Seeing the youngest pale and quiet, makes Jimin want to switch places with him. The weight of anticipation is soon ended when Jungkook coughs lightly and then breaks out into gags, bringing the bin right up to his face. "Deep breaths, Kook." Jimin says, worry etched onto his face.

Jungkook can only hiccup and release strained breaths, not quite what Jimin wants right now. "Hyung— I'm g-gonna throw up—" Jungkook whimpers, back arching into a 'c' as he retches productively. Jimin pats his back nervously, eyeing the bathroom door, considering relocating the sick maknae.

Gags fill Jungkook's ears and the smell of his previous toast is enough to make him go green in the face. Jungkook tries to focus on the hand on his back and the massaging of his neck but his stomach clearly has other plans. The organ squeezes harshly at every move Jungkook makes, forcing bill up his throat. "I hate this, hyung..." Jungkook mumbles, hugging the bin close.

"Yeah, being sick is no fun, it's a good thing you're healthy." Jimin kisses the singer's hair, "most of the time."

[imnameimswrld]

⃘ ֹ ִ 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 ★ ִ a series ꒱

in which I make a moodboard and write some calculated nonsense about my biases as taylor swift songs (my queen) !

status, in session...

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as ...call it what you want by taylor swift.

stray kids. skz. leader. producer. '97. aussie-korean. my ult / husband. christopher bahng. 3racha. vocalist. rapper. dancer. gnabnahc. don't touch his laptop aka the mother-load. swarovski knows what's up. peak husband material.

𝐕 as ...maroon by taylor swift.

bts. bangtansonyeondan. vocalist. '95. korean. daegu boy. celine's top model. kim taehyung. thv. yeontan's dad. his boxy-smile, ugh. he's served enough, send him home please. visual. actor.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 as ...dress by taylor swift.

seventeen. svt. rapper. vocalist. visual. hip-hop unit. kim mingyu. my favourite tall tan boy. vampire. '97. korean. mr bullied by his 12 brothers. his lisp dear lord. cute puppy with the body of a greek god. dior, bvlgari & cartier doing God's work out here. min9yu_k.

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 as ...gorgeous taylor swift.

blackpink. bp. vocalist. visual. mother. '95. kim jisoo. actress. ceo of blissoo. jisoo turtle-rabbit kim. i am so in love with her goofy ass. sooyaaa__. flower. pretty sure she's a billionaire. korean. blackpink in ur area (except for mine). blackpink is indeed the revolution.

𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐈 as ...new romantics by taylor swift.

itzy. leader. main dancer. vocalist. rapper. '00. korean. hwang yeji. a literal lightfury. the cat is cating with this one. the eyes chico. a total loser girl but I love her for it. lucy hwang. my oppa. yezyizhere. ms english is about confidence. visual. midzy's protector fr.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 as ...lover by taylor swift.

ateez. vocalist. dancer. demon liner. '99. choi san. korean. mountain. my kitty cat. the fluff is fluffing. blonde brought me to my knees. stage presence. the de-twinkafacation is too real. shoulders for days. mr flirts too much his photocard that I don't have should be sleeping on the porch. deja vu eyebrows... ya just had to be there. kq give my boys their own insta accounts right now. totally kisses his band mate jung wooyoung.

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 as ...delicate by taylor swift.

nct. nct 127. nct u og. super m. leader. lee taeyong. korean. rapper. dancer. '95. a parent of 26. korean. bless his hair. mr ty. my bubu. he is peak comfort. I just want to hug him forever and never let go. ai. he bleeds neo-green. taeoxo_nct. please don't send him away, he's already been serving since 2016. sticker's no.1 defender. visual. tik_tyong.

𝐓𝐄𝐍 as ...king of my heart by taylor swift.

nct. wayv. dancing king. vocalist. rapper. '95. a cat dad. a sassy king. chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. lee yongqin. gender-envy is real people. mr oh no your have to taste it. nct u og. thai and kinda chinese too I thinks. I wanna say multilingual king but according to bambam he can't even speak thai (his mother-tongue) well. a 10/10 fr. tenlee_1001. birthday was a cultural reset. visual. pretty sure he's in love with a guy named johnny suh from chicago.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 as ...mastermind by taylor swift.

nct. nct dream. dancer. rapper. '00. lee jeno. a samoyed doppelganger. so fluffy. leejen_o_423. hot sauce jeno is my roman empire. visual. korean. makes my heart so warm. kinda wanna put him in my pocket. he might be in love with some kid that goes by the name of na jaemin.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 as ...enchanted by taylor swift.

aespa. leader. rapper. main dancer. '00. real ? I think not. literally ai. my adorable stupid cheese cat. yoon jimin. korean. one of them laughing slappers. such a cutie pls just get in my pocket and let me protect your forever rina. katarinabluu. quite literally meows. a cat has never cat-ed like her before. run run run kitty kitty run run. visual.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 as ...dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.

le sserafim. rapper. vocalist. dancer. ballerina. '03. zuha. japanese. literally lee hojung's sister because, huh. looks a little line jeon wonwoo too, but that just could be me. nakamura kazuha. my girlfriend (real). body goals fr, SLAY QUEEN. such a cutie patootie it makes me cry. the rizz is lowkey but so real. zuhazana. the swan song is literally her song. SOUNDS LIKE MONSTER BABY KING KONG, such a banger. visual.

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 as ...wonderland by taylor swift.

txt. tomorrow x together. leader. vocalist. dancer. that dolphin song boy. '00. choi soobin. my favourite tall awkward and shy boy. he's just such a cutie pls. korean. I live in his dimples. I love that we collectively hate on math, my soulmate fr. you know you know soobin. page.soobin. so boyfriend dammit. visual. BRING BACK PURPLE HAIRED SOOBIN RN.

𝐉𝐀𝐘 as ...getaway car by taylor swift.

enhypen. enha. an all-rounder honestly. he plays guitar and that's hot. '02. blonde jay makes me spiral. korean but spent some time in america too. park jongseong. if angry bird, then why so gorgeous. he shouldn't be allowed to wear jeans because holy moly. he makes me giggle like a girl and I LOATHE IT because I'm supposed to be a feminist jason (his name isn't jason btw). I wanna kiss him. my boyfriend (REAL).

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 as ...paper rings by taylor swift.

p1harmony. piwon. p1h. rapper. dancer. such a cutie I can't take it. he likes almonds. hwang intak. intakie. intak-attack. taki taki rumba. '03. he's soooo... BEIDJEDKWNDKED. I can't think straight when I see the guy. I love him. korean. his music taste is bangin'. I can't handle short-haired intak lord haveth mercy. okay okay, but fr this time, he's my boyfriend.

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Sheltered: Chapter 20

While Rose becomes conflicted about her feelings towards Jungkook and Taehyung, Lily makes subtle changes to their new life to help the hybrids feel even more at home than before.

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Choi Soobin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hybrids

{Summary:} Realization finally dawned on Lily, knowing she now had the responsibility of three hybrids rather than three dogs. Her eyes grew wide while her eyebrows rose up in wonder before she turned her attention to her sister. The shocked expression of Rose had her smile sheepishly. “Well, at least we don’t have to name them.”

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Rut/Mating Behaviors, Mild Sexual Content, Hybrid Behavior, Possessive Tendencies, Illness, Smut

{Taglist:} @chimsworldsstuff

As the dynamics shifted within their dysfunctional family, changes were made around the house to ensure everyone’s comfort. Soobin was officially moved into Lily’s bedroom since their romantic involvement earned him a permanent spot on her bed free of any other hybrids. Jungkook remained stubborn as ever, guarding his spot on Rose’s bed as they explored their attachment to each other, often leaving Taehyun to sleep alone on the couch. While their dalliance during Jungkook’s rut was certainly a step towards a more intimate relationship, Rose was still hesitant, struggling to cope with her mixed emotions for the Doberman and her dear friend Taehyung. 

Rose tugged against the fabric of a comforter set, tucking the corners underneath a new mattress they purchased to turn Lily’s office into a guest bedroom. In this case, it was mostly for the sole purpose of providing Taehyun with a place of his own so that he still felt loved despite his recent isolation on the couch. As the youngest smoothed her hands over the ruffled fabrics of the duvet, she heard the office door click open to reveal her older sister, who had a smile plastered over her face. 

“Are you done?” Lily beamed, her eyes glancing around the space to find Taehyun’s belongings neatly placed around the new bedroom with his closet already stuffed with the clothing he’d chosen for himself upon their arrival. Her heart swelled at the idea of being able to provide their youngest hybrid with an area of his own, hoping he’d feel right at home despite his brothers claiming the girls. 

Rose offered her sister a smile, glancing over her shoulder as she fluffed the pillows. “Almost!” Lily nodded, practically skipping out of the room to fetch their little border collie for his surprise. Rose bent over the top of the bed to reach the other pillows, the hair on the back of her neck standing at the uneasy feeling of someone watching her. She knew exactly who entered the room, the constant feeling of excitement mixed with uncertainty accompanying the oldest hybrid. “JK, what do you want?”

Jungkook moved closer to her, glancing around the room before moving to wrap his hands around her waist, pulling her backside flush against his body. “Taehyun will be happy.” He breathed, feeling thankful for the girls taking them in and showing care in a way they never experienced before. 

Rose allowed herself to melt against his hold, her mind still whirling with the memories of their physical contact during his rut. She managed to create space between them, enjoying his company more than before, however still feeling guilty each time since Taehyung was still awaiting her answer to go on a coffee date with him. 

Truth is, she had been thinking about Taehyung often and felt the only way she would know if she wanted to pursue him or Jungkook was to spend time alone with each one. It was undeniable that she was attracted to Jungkook. Heck, just the sight of him getting out of the shower seemed to cause her to overheat, craving nothing more than for him to touch her body again. 

With Taehyung however, things were simple. They never bickered the way she did with Jungkook and he seemed to make her laugh and smile more than any other man ever managed to do since their father left them. Taehyung wasn’t immensely possessive, he didn’t ignore her words, or refuse to listen the way Jungkook persistently did. Despite how simple things seemed with Taehyung, a part of her craved the dysfunctional challenge that was Jeon Jungkook. 

She sighed as she pushed away from Jungkook’s hold, watching his eyes grow darker as she challenged him once again by denying her natural urges to be close to him. Before they could exchange any words, Lily pushed the door open to reveal a stunned and surprised Taehyun with a wide-eyed expression. 

Rose quickly cleared her throat before displaying her arms in a grand gesture as she held them apart. “Surprise!” She beamed, watching as Lily quickly joined in from the side of the doorway. 

Lily wrapped her arm around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug before motioning for him to take a look around. “This is now your very own room!” Taehyun stood frozen, his eyes beaming over the new furniture and his clothing decorating the old office. 

He bounced around the room excitedly, glancing back at the others with every item he encountered. “This is mine?” Lily nodded encouragingly.

Rose smirked, “Actually, this is all for JK. You’re gonna be staying in my room.” She peered at Jungkook from the corner of her eye to watch his reaction and giggled when the Doberman glared with a throaty growl. “Just kidding.” She teased, playful smile still intact. If he was always giving her a hard time, she might as well pay him back occasionally.

Taehyun pounced onto Rose, wrapping his arms around her neck as he moved to pull Lily into a group hug. “Thank you!” He shouted excitedly, releasing his hold on the girls before jumping onto the bed, sprawling out his limbs as his muscles relaxed against the plush mattress top. 

The sound of the doorbell interrupted the group, Lily grinning as she subconsciously ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Pizza’s here!” She hollered out, loud enough for Soobin to hear from the other room as she navigated her way through the hallway towards the front door. Taehyun’s excitement seemed to double as he sprinted out of the room, his mouth salivating at the thought of the delicious cheesy treat. 

Rose followed behind, halting in her steps as she felt fingers curl around her bicep to tug her back. Her eyes shot up to meet the intense gaze of Jungkook, a sinister smirk invading his lips. “Despite how much you keep denying it…” He leaned forward, allowing his lips to hover just inches from hers as the familiar sound of her heart racing echoed in his eardrums. “You know you can’t get enough of me.”

With that, he peered up as her soft scent of vanilla was washed out by the aromatic fragrance of warm bread smothered with melted cheese. She stood blinking as he moved past her, eager for something to satisfy the aching feeling of hunger in his stomach. 

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 After stuffing themselves full of pizza and brownies, the family of five sat harmoniously around their living room coffee table, each member of the household sitting with their legs crossed and a couch cushion beneath them to shield their bodies from the harsh cold tiles below. Lily was mid-shuffle, mixing the cards into a simple game that would allow them time to bond as a group. 

 They often played the game, enjoying the silliness that came from Taco, Cat, Goat, Cheese, Pizza. It was a relatively easy game to teach the hybrids, each team having a pile of cards and taking turns to turn one over. 

 The game began with Lily, who flipped over her first card as she began the chant. “Taco.” 

“Cat.” Soobin followed, flipping his first card.

Jungkook was next, “Goat.” 

“Cheese!” Taehyun hollered, flipping his card as his eyes trailed to spot Rose’s card.

“Pizza.” Rose finished, glancing at the card to see that the card didn’t match the word they were currently chanting.  

Lily began the chant again, “Taco.” This time, the card that she flipped over displayed an image of an animated Taco. The individuals each leaped forward to slam their palms down over the pile as they attempted to be the first to retrieve the cards. 

Jungkook smirked, content with his victory as he took the entire pile into his possession, Lily's competitive nature igniting as Soobin began the chant again. 

The group proceeded with multiple rounds, laughter erupting as special cards made an appearance. The sudden gorilla card had the group pounding their fists against their chest, desperate to be the first to complete the action to win the pile of cards. 

The round continued until the appearance of the narwhal card had every individual clapping their hands together over their head, pressing their palms to their foreheads to create the illusion of a horn. “Yes! I won!” Lily cheered, collecting her cards. 

Her movements sent a wave of her scent towards Soobin, his nostrils breathing in the comforting scent, his eyes widening as he caught the dose of extra sweetness that accompanied her typical beachy fragrance. Soobin was sitting directly beside Lily, his eyes dilating as their proximity allowed him to discover the evidence of her body preparing itself for fertilization. 

His mind became hazed with desire, wanting nothing more than to spill his seed into her, the reminder that he hadn’t yet mated her created a deep ache in his chest. He shook himself off, watching as Jungkook and Lily battled it out, being the only two with remaining cards. 

Rose heard the soft ping of her phone as she watched her sister and Jungkook fighting for bragging rights, indicating she received a text message. She peered down at the notification bar to see Taehyung’s name. She hadn’t spoken to him since that day on the video call and was suddenly nervous about what he might have reached out to her about.

 Taehyung: Hey, hope I didn’t scare you off about the coffee date…

She bit her lip, unsure of how to respond since things became more complicated on her end. While a date with him was one of her biggest dreams, Jungkook practically bulldozed the well-oiled machine that was her mind. Her thumbs hover over the virtual keyboard, contemplating how to address his concern. Should she friendzone him, close the door and throw away the key, or should she leave it open just a smidge?

She nervously bit her nail as she used her other hand to slowly type out the message she wanted to respond with.

 Rose: Coffee sounds great.

It was simple but enough to convey that she was still interested. She wasn’t sure she was ready to end that chapter of her life and decided the only way to figure out her feelings was to pursue them. She settled the boiling guilt in her belly and waited for Taehyung’s response when she noticed he read her text almost instantly after it was sent. He acknowledged her statement with a smiley face before he sent a proper message.

 Taehyung: Perfect! We can make plans after our next class together!

She felt a smile pull at the edges of her lips, excited that something she’d wanted since the beginning of her program was now a possibility. Her eyes shifted up to find the sight of Jungkook raising his arms up in victory as he claimed the final cards, cheering his success as a feeling of guilt was cast over her. Since when did Jungkook manage to force himself into her heart? She sighed at the battle in her mind, ultimately falling back into Jungkook’s unique charm as he stood up to cheer his success. 

Rose glanced over at Taehyun, who was clapping and encouraging his older brother with pride. “We might need to practice more, huh?” Rose laughed, nudging the youngest hybrid slightly as he nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, we suck.” He chuckled alongside her, their eyes shifting to find Soobin standing from his position. 

His face had become pale, sweat pebbling against his forehead as he struggled to calm himself from his lustful thoughts. Things would be so much easier for him if he’d simply mate Lily instead of constantly fighting the urge to claim her as his own. His eyes settled upon Lily’s concerned stare, her hand resting on his side as she stood up to meet his gaze. “You okay?” 

Soobin nodded, tugging slightly at the neckline of his shirt. “Yeah…just need a shower.” He cleared his throat as he spoke, moving to retreat into Lily’s master bedroom to see if a cool shower could help him gain clarity from his clouded thoughts. 

Rose stood up as well, sliding her phone back into her pocket before offering a gentle smile to Jungkook and Taehyun. “Who wants hot chocolate?” She grinned, laughing as she watched Taehyun practically jump up from her offer.

“Me!” He shouted, raising his hand and waving it frantically as he recalled the delicious taste of the sweet beverage. Jungkook stood to join them, migrating towards the kitchen, leaving Lily to clean up to remnants of the game as she peered back towards her bedroom. 

[soperatic]

seven minutes (in hell) with you

chapter two

Taehyung was 16 when he first appeared on the cover of a tabloid magazine. 

He was caught in Paris with some model friends, drunk off his ass and laughing on a balcony in hopes that he could party his feelings away. His mother had just gotten engaged for the 4th time to someone much better than his birth father who hadn’t bothered to call him in years. His pictures were blasted on websites, blogs and magazines alike with a bottle of wine and a telltale cigarette between his fingers. 

People stared when he returned, they whispered and spread all sorts of things about him online. 

I heard he left for rehab.

I heard he went to Paris to film a porno. 

I heard that he found his long-lost twin who is the prince of France and they’re going to switch places in order to defeat the aliens that plan on taking over in 2050. 

Some were more realistic than others but they still bothered Taehyung like anything at first. He wanted every single one of those paparazzi leeches to rot in jail for invading his privacy. 

He remembers crying whenever they would charge after him everywhere he went, flashing their cameras and asking the most ridiculously hurtful questions to get him to snap back. Desperate to catch him slip up, for everyone to see the fucked up Kim Taehyung caught on live camera.

But his mother was supportive and reminded him that bad press is still press, and doesn’t have to stay a bad thing. People now have their eyes on you and with that, you can show them anything. So Taehyung walked his mother’s next fashion show for her Spring line, dawning clean-cut pastel tones and using his (at the time) subpar modeling skills to his advantage. After a heartfelt interview with a few teary-eyed answers to some invasive questions, everyone loved him, transforming Taehyung into the It-Boy everyone now knows him as. 

It became his thing to be wild, charming, alluring, and enviable. 

Sure, he still gets caught every now and then but it hurts less because that’s what people expect of him. People follow him. People adore him. 

Who is he wearing? What destination is he traveling to next? Who is he seeing? What is Kim Taehyung doing and how can you, the average citizen, become like him? 

As of right now though, Taehyung hasn’t been doing his usual activities. Last year he was doing a tour of the Mediterranean and getting caught leaving hotel rooms with a handful of up-and-coming idols which skyrocketed his social media following to ten million. But this summer he stayed in more, kept a low profile and only showed up to events thrown with minimal press. 

No one has commented on it yet and he’s enjoying the silence. 

Maybe he can take this time to relax, find himself, hang out with his family more and less with random hookups. Focus more on school and his team. 

Finally fix his god awful sleep schedule which has been on his to-do list for a while now. 

Well, he’s trying to. Maybe if his phone would stop vibrating right by his ear so early in the morning. 

Taehyung grumbles, still half-asleep. His head lifts off his fluffed pillow as he stares at the caseless device vibrating and ringing at a frequency that is offensively loud for way too long right next to his body. The room is cold and barely used, smelling strongly of his lavender pillow spray and his cologne. He flips it over to see Jimin’s contact photo and the time blaring in his unadjusted eyes. 

His hotel room is dark except for a tiny sliver of sunlight peeking through the curtains, revealing a bright Seoul day. Taehyung turns onto his back and presses the green button, blinking up at the ceiling. 

“What could you possibly want at ass o’clock?” His voice is scratchier than usual. “We went to bed at 3 a.m.” The frat party extended longer than usual and Taehyung ended up drinking more than he originally planned with his two buddies so he only got in three hours before sunrise. 

If Taehyung did the math correctly, that’s not enough sleep!

Jimin’s sharp take of breath is heard through the receiver. “How could you?” His voice drips in what, to Taehyung’s half-asleep brain, sounds a lot like genuine anger. 

The remnants of sleep rip away from his eyes, ruining his chances of falling back into blissful slumber once this unnecessary phone call is over. 

“How could I what? What did I do this time?”

Taehyung looks around. His bed is empty so he seemingly didn’t hook up with anyone. His pajamas are on. He feels around his stomach for any stitches, pulling his boxers back to check if his dick is still there and it is so we can cross organ farming off the list. 

There’s an open suitcase with his clothes messily pulled out and some shoes lined by the dresser/entertainment stand. His watch and all of his necklaces sit on his bedside table. Taehyung pats around for the remote to press the button that pulls the curtain out so some sunlight can stream in and wake him up. 

“Everyone else knows before me, your best friend, your soulmate. I can’t believe this.” 

Did I just wake up in a simulation? “Babes, it is way too early for us to be role-playing right now.  What happened last night?” He presses the button and is momentarily blinded. 

There is some more residual grunting and whining when Yoongi takes his phone and switches the call to Facetime. He’s wearing his glasses, bangs framing his clear forehead, clean and presentable as always. While Taehyung has dried drool on his cheek and the messiest bed head he’s ever seen. Great. Awesome. 

“Just go check the GossipBlast account on Insta. It’ll explain Jimin’s soap opera acting.”

“Hey!” The blonde whines.  

Taehyung’s eyes roll at the mere mention of that waste of bandwidth. “Jesus, what have those bitchless cretins posted now? Did the debate team spread an STD to the entire team again?” His fingers move quickly over his screen to his apps, finding the multicolored one and clicking on it. “Wow I have so many notifications,” he mumbles. 

10,000 comments, 3000 mentions, 9000 follows. 

A wave of panic begins to rise. What if Doeun leaked something? He didn’t get to speak to Taehyung at all last night. Is this his punishment?

Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He shouldn’t have run from him last night.  

He searches up the account quickly while his friends wait. Taehyung clicks on the most recent post and nearly drops his phone on his face.

The pictures are of him and Jeongguk from last night, inches apart from each other, fixing their hair and their clothes suggestively. Cheeks a little flushed, lips parted, eyes avoiding the other. 

His stomach twists in fear and confusion and irritation with every swipe. A moment so small was captured and put on the biggest gossip account at their college. And now it’s been taken out of context and thanks to the caption placed underneath the pictures.

SPOTTED: Seoul’s Resident It-Boy Kim Taehyung leaving the infamous seven minutes closet. But who is the lucky guy? Our sources confirm it’s none other than the swim team’s golden boy, Jeon Jeongguk, who has recently become single. 

Has a new it-couple formed? Or was this lip-lock session only for those seven minutes? 😈  

Taehyung and Jeongguk leaving a closet usually occupied for hookups, the hair tie; it looks sus as hell already but that caption pushes it further with a dating allegation. 

He presses the comment icon and reads down despite Yoongi advising against it. 

Who is this nobody and how is he bagging Kim Taehyung? 2h.  

I’ve been trying to tap that ass for a year and emo boy over here gets a chance before me??? I call bullshit. 4h

If Taehyung is stooping low enough for some rando’s cock then us normal guys might have a shot. 1h

He scoffs. “Okay, so I leave a closet with Jeon and suddenly my standards are six feet under? How does that make any sense?” Taehyung wants to read more but Jimin snatches the phone from Yoongi and in the little video in the corner of his screen he can see a mass of blonde and furrowed brows. 

“So you fucked him?” He asks, clearly still pissed 

Taehyung clicks on the Facetime screen to give his friends his undivided attention. “Why on god’s green earth would I have sex with Jeon Jeongguk?” When there is literally anyone else out there for him. 

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Jimin argues back with a challenging look in his eyes, making Taehyung groan. “You were running around like a fucking headless chicken throughout the party, no one can find you for like half an hour and now these pictures are out and some people are claiming they heard moans. So either you fucked him or you fucked him.” 

Okay yes, the optics are not on Taehyung’s side right now and he’s sure that Jimin is operating fully on anger only because Taehyung didn’t reveal this information to him last night and not because he actually gives a shit about any of this.

They’re best friends, soulmates, they tell each other everything. From the smallest detail to the deepest secret. 

But as of recently, Taehyung hasn’t been telling Jimin everything. 

“Jimin, we didn’t fuck.” He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. “I needed a breather so I went upstairs but all of the rooms were occupied so I went to the closet where Jeon was coincidentally  hiding from Jae. All we did was talk until his friends told him Jae left and then we parted ways. No sex, nothing even close to that.” He shudders as if the mere thought of doing anything sexual with the other makes him want to hurl.

Taehyung doesn’t give them the full details of what Jeongguk said. No matter what he feels for the guy, it isn’t his story to tell. He isn’t that petty.

Nor does he let them in on Doeun. He simply can’t. 

Yoongi shifts into the frame, shoulders brushing with Jimin. “Why would he be hiding from Jae? Aren’t they dating?”

“Babe, remember what I told you? Jae’s with that tennis team reject Lee Doeun now. They broke up.” 

Yeah, the one that’s been harassing Taehyung ever since the end of tennis camp in June. That guy. 

“Damn,” Yoongi shakes his head and a tuft of hair falls over his face gracefully. “So, what are you gonna do, Tae? Who do you think sent in the pictures?” 

Jimin jumps in. “Could it be your new man?” He gasps overdramatically. 

It sounds absolutely ridiculous to Taehyung. Jeongguk, who used to hide in his closet whenever his mother invited people over for dinner because he was too shy to talk to them, orchestrated this entire thing just so he could climb the social ladder and be higher up on the food chain at their university.  

Jeongguk couldn’t care less about stuff like this. He likes to blend in and not invite attention. 

At least, that’s the Jeongguk that he used to know. A lot can change in seven years.

Taehyung gets up from bed with a deep sigh and puts on his slippers to save his feet from the cold marble. He needs to order room service for breakfast soon and hop in the shower so he has time to do his hair before class today. Josun Palace does a great continental spread, maybe he’ll share it with Yoongi and Jimin today. 

Nothing money can’t buy right? 

Except for good university housing, that is. 

“He’s not the type.” Taehyung positions his phone against the tv and starts searching the mini bar in the entertainment center for some chilled water. He ignores Jimin calling Jeongguk his new man. “There were tons of people on the stairs and in the loft, one of them probably did it. GossipBlast has paid for this kinda shit.” The half-drunk Evian bottle is calling his name. He pulls it out, uncaps the bottle and chugs. The cold liquid does wonders for his parched throat. “He’s gonna get mobbed when he goes to campus.”

Those comments were genuinely angry.

“You will too. Your policy of only fucking the best of the best will bite you in the ass for this.” He stops midway, pondering for a second. “Well, Jeongguk is pretty good looking but people are going to be mad at you for rejecting them now that they think you’re dating someone who barely goes to any parties. It’ll be a hit to their egos.”  

Taehyung ignores the part about Jeongguk. He sets the bottle down after a hearty swig now that his throat doesn’t feel like the Sahara desert. “Look, I’ll just squash this down when I get to campus, everyone will move on and their precious little egos will be saved. Then another scandal will be posted in no time and they’ll redirect their attention there. This really isn’t that big of a deal.” 

People will brush over this the moment it’s proved wrong. It’s like dangling treats over a dog’s head. 

Yoongi gives him a look. One with raised eyebrows that Taehyung has seen many times when he thinks that he’s full of shit. 

“You sure?”

The kind of look that would usually make Taehyung second guess himself but he knows this shit better than anyone else. Popularity, social status, gossip; all combined is like a hungry monster. The more you feed it, the bigger it gets. And in a school that has students from some of the richest families in the country, that monster is bound to feast. 

Whatever this thing is with Jeongguk is just a measly appetizer. His nonexistent status and blatant disregard of social importance turn him into nothing in these peoples’ eyes.  Somewhere along the line, someone will get caught snorting cocaine  on campus or a well-liked couple will break up or  someone will discover a professor’s creepy porn stash on his work computer. News moves fast around here. Taehyung would know. He’s reaped the benefits of it. 

“Totally sure.” He shakes his hair out so that it stops being so matted from his pillow. If he’s going to debunk this nonsense, he needs to look stunning while he does it. “Now, I’ll see you idiots outside at 9.”

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Jeongguk has a terrible habit of leaving his phone on Do Not Disturb for way too long. 

Everyone has scolded him for it; his parents, his sister, his ex and his two friends when he doesn’t pick up their so-called emergency Facetimes or respond to their texts. 

It’s not like Jeongguk does it on purpose! He gets irritated by the constant buzz and sometimes, he just needs peace and quiet before starting his day. 

Specifically in the mornings. Jeongguk likes to take his time, brush his teeth, do his skincare, shower, and laze around in his towel before moisturizing and putting his clothes on. Now that he has mainly morning classes and training, he doesn’t want to get bothered by useless notifications unless it’s the hilarious reaction memes Seokjin manages to find from the dark corners of the internet or a funny tik-tok Hoseok sent. 

He started doing this more often over the summer when he would wake up every morning and check his phone for a text from Jae. It started eating him alive, ruining his day when his empty screen would glare back at him, seemingly mocking him for how bitchless he is. So one day his sister snatched his phone and chided him to stop checking it the moment he woke up. Instead, she told him to start his morning routine earlier and then check it. 

Jeongguk loves it. He gets out of bed faster and gets more things done which, despite his desires to loaf around, really soothes his Virgo soul. 

After his shower, Jeongguk pulls the curtains back in his living room to let in the morning sunlight. Summer is on its last days but Fall in Seoul still allows for streams of warm golden light. It hits the bare skin of his arms, making them shine thanks to his lotion. His apartment wakes up, illuminating the green leaves of his fake plant and the sheen on his counters. A light blue sky with fluffy clouds patterned, trees billowing in the wind, cars going by and students walking on the streets to the bus stop at the end of the block. 

He sighs. There’s no chance in hell he is giving up this apartment. 

Somehow, he’ll find someone to take Jae’s spot. He has to. He’s pretty sure a few students in his university would commit a crime for a room in Paradise.

Jeongguk walks over to the kitchen where he has boiled some water in the kettle, opening his French press to pour it over some fresh coffee grounds. Then he puts a few slices of toast in the toaster and grabs an apple and peanut butter. 

The candle lit on the kitchen counter ties everything together, crackling so it’s not completely silent. 

Peace, serenity, tranquility, harmony–

Someone starts banging on Jeongguk’s front door, startling him while he mixes the coffee in his French press. He glances down at his watch. He isn’t late to grab Hoseok and Seokjin. 

Who could be at his door so early? 

Another round of knocks comes, harder this time, and Jeongguk clicks his tongue. Seriously, he can’t have one morning full of uninterrupted peace and quiet. “Okay, okay! I’m coming, jeez,” he grumbles. His fingers push the chain lock and turn the one on the knob before pulling to reveal none other than his friends. “What-”

Hoseok stumbles in with hurried steps. “Why haven’t you been answering our calls or texts?” he demands angrily, dark brows scrunching. 

Jeongguk’s chin pulls back at the sudden attack. He holds the door open for the two until they are in, letting his hold on the doorknob go so it shuts softly while his hyungs look at him incredulously. 

“My phone is charging and on DND.” They roll their eyes at him heavily. “What happened?” 

He doubts that he missed something important so early in the day. 

“Well,” Seokjin laughs and he’s got that expression on. The one he makes when he’s uncomfortable and trying to turn the situation into a joke. “You, my friend, might need a bodyguard when you go to class today,” he claps Jeongguk’s shoulder. “Ooh, can we have some coffee first?” 

He points a finger to the machine that’s been pressed down so the grounds are separated from the fresh coffee, filling the air with its trademark yummy scent. 

“Y-yeah,” he waves off, “But why would I need a bodyguard?” His toast shoots up out of the toaster as the elder two take off their shoes and enter his kitchen, knowing exactly where the mugs and sugar are. 

Jeongguk puts his pieces of toast on a plate, pressing his front against the counter to spread peanut butter all over the crispy slices. 

There’s a moment of silence where Jeongguk legitimately considers that Hoseok was panicking from a lack of caffeine and the presumed bodyguards were for his own protection from him but after a few sips are taken, Seokjin decides to open his mouth. 

“GossipBlast posted some pictures of you and Kim Taehyung leaving a closet at last night’s party and now everyone thinks you’re either dating or fucking.” 

Their winces make it seem like they’re anticipating the worst possible reaction out of Jeongguk. But he just continues to spread his toast with peanut butter and gaze at them blankly. 

“What is GossipBlast?” 

The elder two replace their winces for a dumbfounded expression. “Are you fucking serious dude?” Hoseok groans. Jeongguk just shrugs in response, setting his knife down on his plate and screwing the peanut butter jar shut. “It’s the biggest gossip account at this school. Their posts get thousands of likes so everyone usually believes what they have to say. One of their posts literally made Nam Joohyun transfer to SNU.” 

Apparently he got caught having a threesome and neither of the people involved were his girlfriend. Now, cheaters deserve nothing but this man was ostracized to the point of leaving which is a testament to the power of GossipBlast. 

They’re treated like a god around here, especially because they only post about the upper-class. So all of those people who are jealous or intrigued by them get the full scoop on all of their shenanigans. 

“Okay, so why is this such a big deal?” 

Seokjin gulps slowly, handing Jeongguk a mug of coffee. “Well, someone sent in  pictures of you and Taehyung and-”

“No, I got that part but why should I worry when we did nothing wrong?” He doesn’t get it. It’s not like he made out with Taehyung on camera or anything. 

“You were seen leaving a closet together,” Hoseok says it like it’s obvious. As if closets are designed for quickies and not for fucking storage or hiding from an ex. “You know? The same one people used to play seven minutes in heaven? That’s why.” 

Oh fuck and Taehyung put that hair tie on the doorknob too. No wonder people are getting the wrong idea about this. 

“What were you two even doing in there?” Seokjin asks. 

Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. The events of last night are clear since he didn’t get wasted. Taehyung never explicitly told him why he was hiding but they sat there and talked. 

They bickered first but then they talked. He told Taehyung about his breakup with Jae and Taehyung was understanding about it. 

It was the first conversation they had in years. He didn’t have the will or time to sit and think about it. Build it up in his head, notice the intimate details of it all. It was nothing compared to how they used to be. 

“We were just talking. I was hiding from Jae. He needed a break or something, I don’t know,” he shrugs, sipping at his coffee to make his building anxiety even worse. “Are people seriously mad about this?” 

He knows Taehyung is well-liked and highly desired by people. He’s rich, captain of the tennis team and a jock– 

Sorry, not just any jock. Kim Taehyung is the jock at their school. The coolest, the most followed, the most liked, the one that gets the most numbers at a party or after a game, the one that everyone  wants to be or be with and the one with the biggest, most enthusiastic audience during every one of his  games. 

The ultimate coolness factor among athletes here, although terribly unfair, will always be the number of people that come to your games. All of your fans on the sidelines holding posters, wearing school colors, making t-shirts with your jersey number on it, cheering your name to egg you on. The more the better. Sure, some of the more boring sports got the short end of the stick but this was the general rule among jocks. 

And no one got more attention than Taehyung. 

Tennis isn’t even that riveting. Not fast-paced like basketball or soccer. But Taehyung has that pretty face and all of that charisma and talent and wit that makes 90% of their school’s population fall to their knees at the mere sight of him. 

He’s the guy at every party with a hoard of people around him. The flirty romantic lead in the university K-drama with the slow music and hair flip. The one that gets numbers handed to him in folded notes throughout class, who skips class later on to have sex in someone’s car in the parking lot, and that cycle repeats for days on end. 

Some jocks hated him and most wanted to be with him. 

Jeongguk on the other hand doesn’t give a shit about Kim Taehyung. Not one small bit.

Hoseok hands him his phone. “Look at the comments. People are pissed.” 

Jeongguk grabs the device and chomps down on his toast, slightly panicked like there’s a mob outside his apartment ready to burn him at the stake. 

Jeon Jeongguk? Does he even go to this school? 4hr 

I swear I’ve never seen this man before. How on earth does he bag the hottest guy at our school? 7hr

Dressed in a leather jacket like some greasy bad boy. I bet his dick is useless.  3hr

He’s floored at the obvious jealousy pouring out of his comment section. Getting angry at him like he did something wrong. Jeongguk hands Hoseok his phone back and his jaw slackens. “God, these people are losers,” he mutters to himself. 

It’s as if there’s a video of him getting down on his knees and proposing to the guy. 

Oh heavens! He brushed shoulders with Kim Taehyung! Sentence him to prison, I say! Prison! 

“Losers or not, you got caught with the hottest guy at this school in a compromising position. It doesn’t matter if nothing happened, they’re gonna make shit up in their head and make you the bad guy because of their attraction to Taehyung,” Seokjin explains. Like when a hot actress gets married or pregnant and suddenly men don’t want them and they spend all of their time online pointing out all of her faults. “So, let’s go to campus and you can let everyone know that it was nothing, okay?”

He really doesn’t have any other option. People are curious and mad and jealous which puts a target on Jeongguk’s back which he didn’t ask for but he supposes that’s the gamble when you hang with popular people.  

This year was supposed to be another year where people live their lives blissfully unaware of his existence. 

He should’ve never hidden in that fucking closet. Nothing has been going right ever since Jae broke up with him.

Jeongguk grumbles. “Fine,” he chews with an annoyed pout, chasing it with some warm coffee.  “I can’t believe people are mad at me for this. I’m sure four guys from the football team were having an orgy in one of the rooms. How is that more interesting  than a few pictures with microwave quality?”

Like, it was a college party filled with over-privileged brats and alcohol. Someone must’ve jumped off the balcony into the pool or had a dance contest or literally anything more interesting. 

“It’s gossip about rich people. Haven’t you seen American reality tv?” Hoseok rolls his eyes, sipping his coffee.

“No, hyung,” Jeongguk argues back. “Unlike you, I have something called taste.” He enunciates the word in his face.  

Hoseok’s fingers wrap around his earlobe and tug for the jab at his tv show taste. Jeongguk winces at the brief jolt of pain. 

“Your taste consists of anime, rom-coms and shitty action films. Some of us like to watch trashy shit to feel better about ourselves.” Seeing people be assholes on your TV is quite the confidence boost.

“You’re right. I’m so sorry Dance Moms isn’t saved on my DVR.” He quips back sarcastically Hoseok takes it anyway, muttering brat under his breath and ruffling Jeongguk’s hair. 

“You should be sorry,” Seokjin sticks his tongue out. “You’re missing out on the guilty joy of watching a grown woman yell at children for money.” 

“Riveting.” 

Jeongguk lets the conversation drift to the show and focuses on finishing his food. He cuts his apple using a cutter and shares it with his hyungs while packing his bag for the day. He lightly tucks in his laptop, his glasses, a few notebooks and pens before going to the bathroom to give his face one last look in the pristine mirror. 

His hair is beginning to grow out. The bangs now reaching his cheekbone. The back is fluffy but not too long that he feels like he looks poodle-y. Jihyo’s been helping him clear his skin up and now, Jeongguk thinks he looks pretty good. Not amazing but passable. 

He’s never going to be as popular as Taehyung and that’s fine. Jeongguk could never handle the pressure of being called one of Seoul’s It-Boy’s and having hoards of people interested in fucking him or watching his every move, waiting for him to fuck up. 

Jeongguk likes being in the background. He prefers it when the spotlight doesn’t shine on him only to highlight all of the reasons why he falls short in front of everyone. He only puts out what he can and what he knows people will find appealing. 

He’s a good swimmer and a good student. But aside from that, no one really knows who Jeon Jeongguk is. 

And he’s going to keep it that way. Even if this pesky rumor has brought his name just a bit closer to that harsh golden light. 

⍟⍟⍟

“How long are we going to sit in here? I have no leg space.”

“You’re short. You don’t need it.” 

Jimin’s grunt is soft but the slap on the back of Taehyung’s head is not. His neck bends forward, pushing his nose closer to his phone while waiting for a text from his good ol’ co-captain Jung Hoseok about the location of a certain doe-eyed swimmer. 

Taehyung and Hoseok get along great and lead the tennis team well. Honestly, he would’ve been pushed to join their group had the brunette not developed a sickly sweet crush on track and field star Kim Seokjin who is always anchored to Jeongguk’s side. 

Apparently, they’ve got some super strong bond or some shit.  Whatever. 

Taehyung swallows the saliva building up in his mouth from nerves. He’s ignored all of his DMs and comments on Instagram, and he’s not liked a single thing on Twitter all in hopes that Jeongguk shows up and is willing to end all of these rumors about them together. Then they can go on their merry way and continue to pretend like they barely know each other. 

Yoongi, Jimin and him wait in the parking structure on campus. The area is filled with parked imported vehicles, some blaring music, some bouncing, some with the windows rolled down to pour out smoke, and some empty. This is the biggest one right across the street from their campus where the main building along with each department’s buildings are placed throughout the uphill climb. 

The streets are lined with blooming blossom trees, sweetening the air and decorating the ground. Fields of green against the gray bricks making up the buildings. It’s beautiful. However, Taehyung is gunning for the main quad. 

It’s where most students congregate around in the early morning to grab coffee or eat breakfast at the cafe and study or trudge to class half awake. 

It’s the perfect spot to talk to the masses. 

Yoongi finishes the last of his americano, staring at the barely melted ice while speaking. “First day of class and you already got yourself a scandal. Proud of you, kitten,” he pokes Taehyung’s cheek with a cold finger. 

“You know me.” Although it would’ve been a lot more fun if his sex scandal involved him actually having sex. 

Not that Taehyung wants to have sex with Jeongguk. Are you kidding? Oh my gosh, he would never. 

Jeongguk has no status at their school. People know him but that is purely because he allowed them to know him whether it was for a school project or being on the team or being neighbors in their dorm. He isn’t well-known. Not like Taehyung is.  

For a second, he wonders what would happen if this dating rumor was true. Would people (and Doeun) leave him alone? Would Jeongguk rise up in the ranks? 

More people would go to swim meets, that’s for sure. With how their students are,Jeongguk would definitely start appearing on fan-made posters and get millions of Instagram followers. 

Taehyung smirks to himself. God, Jeongguk would hate this. He remembers finding the guy on Instagram towards the end of high school. He had 13 followers and two pictures despite having the account for three years already. Living a life like Taehyung’s would burn him out. Constantly having to dodge flashing cameras, pretend like the jagged questions don’t bother you, and try to live a normal life despite everyone wanting to pry. Jeongguk wouldn’t last. 

A dense feeling tugs at his chest, bringing him back down to reality. So, it’s a good thing they aren’t friends anymore. 

Taehyung would just be a bother. 

“If only he actually got dick last night.” To make his point, Jimin kicks his seat, sending Taehyung lurching forward again. “By the way, are you sure you don’t want Mingyu’s number? He was all over you at the party and he’s definitely still down.” 

Taehyung fiddles with his fingers. He swallows shakily, avoiding Yoongi’s slowly turning gaze on his profile. 

He said it before: he wants the first fuck of the year to be attractive, his type, great in bed. Mingyu crosses off all of those boxes. He’s tall and his dad is a famous surgeon. There is no reason for Taehyung to reject his advances, right? 

Well, after everything that happened with Doeun, Taehyung needs to be cautious. 

People have used his promiscuity against him, made a pawn to dig deep and tear down those walls until he’s mush in their hands. Only for them to stomp all over him and walk away.  Having it happen once was pathetic enough, Taehyung refuses to let it happen again. 

He shrugs. “He’s cute but,” his eyes never flick up to his friends, “I just wasn’t feeling it.” 

“You weren’t feeling it last night with that beer pong guy and you aren’t feeling it with Mingyu,” Yoongi points out. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” 

Yes, his brain shouts. Something happened but I can’t tell you about it because then more people will know and that cannot happen. Please help.

But Taehyung just shakes his head, not wanting to burden them with his stupid problems, even though he’s sure they would be glad to help. “Nah, I’m just being picky. Besides, I heard Mingyu’s tryna get back together with his ex and I don’t wanna get in the middle of that rom-com plot.” He jokes. 

Taehyung earns a few lazy chuckles from the others when his phone finally vibrates in his lap. He turns it over and looks at the notification. A text from Hoseok. 

tennis parents 

mommy tennis

hey, we’re parked on the 2nd floor

we’ll meet outside the parking lot

 daddy tennis

yessir 

🫡

“Let’s go, gays.” Taehyung pockets his phone, grabs his backpack, a leather Gucci one he got years ago, and opens the car door. His boots clack on the asphalt and he shuts the door behind him with a simple push. 

Yoongi is kind enough to drive him, Jimin too but they’re dating so it’s different. Taehyung has a license though. He just doesn’t care for driving. He has his own driver and his own limo which he would’ve just used here but there’s never adequate parking for them and some students egg the limos out of spite. 

Most students just end up buying a car or relying on public transport. 

With a sigh, the other two get out and stretch their limbs. It’s a nice sunny yet a little chilly day. Like one of those transition periods from Summer to fall. One of Taehyung’s favorite types of weather.

He’s dressed in an outfit that is sure to turn heads. Black fitted bootcut jeans, heeled boots, a silk tank top tucked in with a cheetah print button-up shirt on top. He chose a classic pearl choker and his usual rings on his fingers. Simple gold hoops and his hair is barely brushed to give his curls some volume. 

He looks fucking good. His ass is shown off and his collarbones are exposed. Taehyung exudes confidence in outfits like this. Like he can take on the world and have men crumbling with a simple walk.

Jimin, in his casual yet styled white t-shirt, sweater vest and white pants, joins him along with Yoongi, in neutral tones, for once, with a light tan button-up and ripped blue jeans. They leave the parking lot together where a pathway goes down to the street crossing. Taehyung has his first class in the Humanities building so he’ll have to make his speech fast if he wants to make it to his class on time. 

He links his arms with the other two, tightly chaining them as they walk to the exit door, leading directly to that path down to the crosswalk. 

And Taehyung can see a small group of people standing by the side of the exit. Hoseok’s trademark baggy jeans standing near someone tall and then someone in a completely black outfit. 

Need directions to the My Chemical Romance concert buddy?

“Hobi!” Taehyung calls. All three of them turn around and only one of them doesn't give him a smile. “Love your outfit, by the way,” he motions to the brunette’s patched beige cargo pants, black t-shirt and black jacket. 

Hoseok gives him a genuine smile. “You too.” His fingers tug at the lapel of Taehyung’s shirt and travel up to flick the pearl necklace sitting on his chest. “Quite the first-day outfit,” he motions. 

“Well, I always dress appropriately for the occasion.” In his best outfit to end a relationship that is completely fabricated. 

“Ready to break a million people’s hearts?” Seokjin asks, slinking a cautious arm around Hosoek’s waist. He smiles at Taehyung, shaggy dark hair combed perfectly to frame his handsome face. A black bomber jacket, white t-shirt and ripped jeans on.  Pretty and clean as always. 

Taehyung laughs. Although this information might actually do more good than harm. “Don’t think I ever will be,” he jokes. Cautiously, he flicks his eyes over to the other, the youngest, for his input. 

He’s been so quiet this entire time, typing away at his phone like an angry business man. He barely even acknowledged Taehyung’s presence. Rude. 

Jeongguk snorts, finally ripping his eyes from his phone and giving them his attention. “They’ll fucking live. No one should’ve sent those pictures in the first place.” He tucks the device in his pocket and fixes the straps of his backpack so they sit perfectly on his shoulders. 

Now, Taehyung gets an actual look at him. His hair curls around his eyebrow, showing off his big clear eyes and flawless skin. He sports an oversized Carhartt shirt that goes down to his elbows and matching black cargo pants, baggy of course, and chunky sneakers. 

That dark, emo, high fashion aesthetic is so.. so quintessentially Jeongguk. It fits him. He looks relaxed and comfortable unlike how stiff he used to sit in the outfits chosen for him. Always tugging and fidgeting. 

He looks good. Not exactly Taehyung’s style but he recognizes its appeal in Jeongguk. 

“True,” Yoongi argues. “But, that’s college for you. The best thing is to shut it down and move on.” 

He nods a head to the campus center where bustles of people group around.

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with.” He raises a hand to tuck some hair away. “I need to get to the housing office before my 9:30 class and put in a roommate request.”

A roommate request? 

Look, there’s nothing wrong with most of the students here but the housing office always seems to randomly select someone that is guaranteed to ruin your life. Either they’re disgusting as fuck or they’re creepy as fuck. Taehyung knew someone whose roommate asked if they could watch them shower for research purposes. Seriously, there’s a reason no one submits those forms. 

But Taehyung rolls his eyes at the other’s hurrying, crossing his arms over his chest. “And here I thought you’d miss our relationship. After everything we’ve been through! You bastard! What about the kids or the house on the beach?” He gasps dramatically, throwing a hand over his forehead in mocked pain. 

Everyone else giggles at his theatrics. Taehyung grows a smirk when he reels back, staring at Jeongguk’s lips set in a hard frown. Not even a muscle twitches. God, who pissed in his coffee this morning?

“Whatever. I feel sad for whatever unlucky soul is forced to deal with all of that later on,” his hand gestures to Taehyung’s entire body and his dismissal hits sharper than he thought. 

His smirk drops. “Me?” Taehyung’s finger points to himself. “Have you met yourself? I think all of that black clothing is getting to your head and wiping all of the fun out.” Whatever happened to the cute Jeonggukie who would play along with Taehyung?

“Well at least I don’t dress like some shitty loveseat from the 80s!” 

Seokjin groans under his breath. “Can both of you shut up already?” His chin rests on Hoseok’s shoulder, holding him close. 

Neither of them hear his grumbling. 

Taehyung points a finger at his body. “You wouldn’t know style even if it rang your doorbell and introduced itself.” 

The younger rolls his eyes. “Oh, you’re such a pompous fucking brat, you know that?” A smirk grows on Taehyung's face. It’s not a forfeit but it definitely feels like a win. 

“Of course I do. Glad to see you finally use your pea-sized brain and figure that out.” 

Part of him wants to pat the younger’s shoulder, really get him agitated just to see how angry he’ll get, but Taehyung holds himself back. 

Touching Jeongguk feels like a somewhat restricted action. 

Jeongguk steps closer, taunting him. “Great, now let’s go tell your fanclub that we aren’t dating so I can spend even less time with you,” he spits out, shaking his head in exasperation. “This is the last thing I wanted to happen.” He nods to his two friends who split from each other and turn with him down the path, leaning on him the entire time instead. 

Taehyung swallows down the pang that cuts deep into his chest, spreading down to his stomach in harsh waves. Jeongguk’s anger is somewhat justified, he wasn’t fair to him all those years ago when they stopped being friends and he isn’t fair now. But that doesn’t take the pain of it all. 

As if the first thirteen years of their lives meant nothing. 

No sleepovers or cuddles. No Mario Kart races or hours jamming to the newest SNSD CDs. No giggles under the covers or playing shark in the pool or warm noodles after a long summer’s day of being outside. It’s all null and void now. 

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.” He’s proud his voice doesn’t waver. Taehyung has gotten better at concealing his emotions over the years, no matter how hard it hurts. 

Jimin and Yoongi join either side of him. They begin a conversation about their Social Psychology class today but he doesn’t pay attention, eyes zoned in on the sight in front of him. 

Taehyung watches Jeongguk walk along the sidewalk next to Seokjin. Their arms are linked and the older is trying and succeeding to make Jeongguk laugh at some corny joke. At some point, his head shakes with a cringed smile.

He can’t remember the last time Jeongguk smiled around him. 

No, you know what? Fuck this. Jeongguk is happy with Seokjin and Hoseok and Taehyung is happy with Jimin and Yoongi and all of his other friends. He has no reason to feel sad. 

People move on, grow apart from each other. There’s no guarantee that you will stay friends forever. He’s made and lost countless friends in his life. Jeongguk is just one of them.

Taehyung just needs to remind that part of his brain. The one that keeps on bringing up the soft moments he had with Jeongguk.  

There’s a nudge against his shoulder. “So have you thought about our offer?” Yoongi asks. “The Josun Palace is nice but you need a home to come to after class or practice.” Fingers brushing wisps of hair out of his face. 

In light of Taehyung’s current homelessness, Yoongi and Jimin have so graciously offered their shared penthouse which has an extra bedroom that he can stay in. All he has to do is pay rent and do chores with them weekly. 

Sounds like a great offer right? A nice room near their university in a swanky penthouse, living  with his best friends all the time.  Fulfilling the American Dream by rooming in with your best friends and spending the nights drinking and watching movies while snuggling on the couch.

WRONG.

Yoongi and Jimin are great but they have one fatal flaw: they fuck everywhere. Literally, everywhere. The couch, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the laundry room, in a gazebo, in the pool, on a pool chair, in the car, on top of their car and every other place imaginable. And poor Taehyung has had the misfortune of walking in on them multiple times and wanting to shove forks in his eyeballs right afterwards. 

He can’t handle that for a whole year. Especially if Taehyung wants to bring home someone of his own. How awkward would that be?

He scratches the back of his neck. “I need some more time,” he excuses, eyeing Jeongguk pressing the crosswalk button with his elbow while he and Seokjin sing the Pokemon theme song and Hoseok laughs. “I think I might try to find a studio of my own.” 

One of his teammates’ dad is a real estate tycoon. Maybe he can find something there. 

“Okay,” Jimin sings. “But just let us know as soon as possible.”

“Why? Trying to turn my potential room into a sex dungeon or something?” Taehyung jokes but Yoongi avoids his eyes and Jimin breaks into a fit of giggles which is good enough of an answer for him. Blech. 

The light turns red and the white signal turns on. The six walk forward, still split into two completely different conversations at first until Hoseok flips around when he reaches the other side before Taehyung.  

“Better plan your speech soon, Tae.” His hair billows prettily in the wind. “People are already staring.” 

He’s right. People leaving campus and going back to the parking lot are whispering, giving him all sorts of knowing, gossipy looks that Taehyung has seen many times before in his life. He’s used to all of this. Jeongguk, however, is not. 

Taehyung looks over at him. He’s holding Seokjin’s hand and playing with his fingers, avoiding all of the looks and chewing on his bottom lip nervously while the other talks to him in a low, soft tone. It’s a swift punch to his gut, contrary to the pleasure he imagined he’d feel seeing him uncomfortable under the spotlight. 

Jeongguk is right. He doesn’t need to be in this kind of environment. 

He exhales sharply. “Let’s do this.” Then he turns to Jeongguk. “Follow me, okay? Don’t say anything.” Jeongguk nods quickly, tailing him without complaint..

Taehyung takes charge. His long legs trek up the slight incline up to the main quad, a terrible decision with heels but hey, it’s a quick calf workout. Sweat beads a little on his forehead from the sun and the exertion but Taehyung keeps a straight face. He’s used to the ogling eyes following his every move on the runaway and on the streets of Seoul so this is no different.  

When people wave to him, he waves back. When people say hi, he responds. No matter what brews inside of him, he has an image to maintain. 

The others linger behind him, doing the same, mostly following Taehyung through campus. If he continues straight through the path, he’ll reach the main building with administrative, housing and student services, surrounded by patches of green grass where students lay blankets to read, eat, study and chill with their friends. 

Before that is the quad, concrete tiles in all the same color except for the ones that spell their school on the ground. To the left is the cafeteria with various cafes and a Subway. On the right side are the stairs that go up to the various department buildings. Students pour out from either side, immediately catching Taehyung and talking, keeping their eyes on his every move. Pointing and buzzing about him. 

The center of the quad has these medium-sized stone planters with a growing green bush with pink flowers blooming on it randomly spliced throughout. There is a bench along the perimeter that Taehyung places his bag on before standing on it. 

He cups his hands around his mouth. “Could I have your attention please?” Taehyung yells, lilting his tone to sound cuter and perkier. As if most of the people here don’t already have their eyes planted on their group.

People all around glance in his direction, pausing whatever they are doing to listen to what he has to say. Hoards of them crowd around the planter, right behind the five Taehyung came here with like he’s a general about to give a pep talk before a sneak attack on the enemy. Almost every person on the quad joins. 

They’re still whispering about it, he’s sure. Words like date, boyfriend, whore, slut, they all come up but they don’t phase Taehyung one bit. He’s got one chance, and he’s definitely not going to fuck this up.

Instead, he smiles brightly.

“First of all, Happy First Day of Fall Semester!” Taehyung cheers, starting a cacophony of shouts, whoops and claps from his fanclub as Jeongguk referred to it. “For some of us, it’s a familiar feeling but to those of you who are new, welcome to KU. You’re going to love it.”

God, he lays it on too thick but this is how he charms people. You tap into the sensitive bits, show you care, and reel them in. This is how he’s always worked and it has never let him down.

A few more people stroll in, noticing the mass by the planter and urge their friends to join in. Increasing the group in size, which is just what Taehyung wants. 

“If you don’t know me, my name is Kim Taehyung,” he places a hand on his chest, putting on his cutest smile and his sweetest voice. “I’m co-captain of the tennis team with Jung Hoseok.” Taehyung gestures to the brunette who shyly waves when people look at him. “And it would really mean a lot to me if you could come to our first game. It’s on the last Friday of this month and tickets are $5 so please come and support.” 

Some more cheers and claps echo. Taehyung looks down at the crowd and immediately finds Jeongguk rolling his eyes at the insanity around him. 

“We love you Taehyung!”

“You’re the best!” 

Taehyung’s grin grows with every bit of praise. It feels nice after spending the last few minutes feeling like shit for all of this even happening. “Aw, I love you guys, too.” The cheers increase deafeningly in volume. 

“Marry me, Taehyung!” Someone shouts from the crowd. Bursts of laughter ring through the air until someone cuts through them.   

“He’s already in a relationship, idiot!” 

A twinge runs down his spine; a mix of panic and fear that spreads goosebumps everywhere. Everyone on this campus knows about that stupid post and, unlike on social media, Taehyung can’t ignore a hoard of people who are angry at him when they are standing right in front of him.   

There is so much damage they could do. Not just to him but to his entire reputation.  

He chuckles. “Now, now,” Taehyung tries to calm them down with his hands. “That was the second thing I wanted to clear up.” Meeting Jeongguk’s eyes, he nods to the bench he’s standing on and the other gulps before handing Seokjin his backpack and slowly making his way to the bench to stand by it. Jeongguk looks up expectantly when he inches closer to Taehyung. 

This is it. This is all he’s here for. All he has to do is clear up all the nonsense caused by one stupid post and live his life without Jeongguk’s presence in it.

But then Taehyung makes the mistake of looking back into the crowd and making direct eye contact with Doeun and Jae. His smile crumbles at the side. 

The latter stands there with a confused yet irritated expression as people push and bat him around. His eyes dance around the crowd until he lands on Taehyung and his stare narrows in bitterness. He’s angry and probably, for some insane reason, probably blaming all of this commotion on Taehyung.

Meanwhile, Doeun just watches with that knowing look on his face. The one makes it seem like he’s the puppeteer behind it all. The arm he has around Jae’s shoulders is snug. He looks comfortable and vice versa. Taehyung wonders if Jae knows what has gone down with him and Doeun. Would he melt into Doeun’s touch or would he push him away in disgust?

Taehyung’s hand clenches into a fist by his thighs when the little fucker sends him a sly wink. A sour taste fills his mouth. 

Fuck this. That asshole can’t have control over him anymore. He seems to be everywhere, in Taehyung’s mind, standing in his hotel lobby, on his balcony, in his sheets, his shower, dark parking lots, on his phone and in his texts and in his head. He can’t handle it anymore. 

Taehyung needs to get away from him. He needs a safe spot, a reason for Doeun to keep his distance. 

But how? Who can help him?

Who is desperate enough to say yes?

Jeongguk shuffles a little closer to Taehyung and nudges him in the side with a soft elbow to his calf, urging him to continue. Taehyung snaps out of his stare. 

“Tell them,” he whispers, blinking up with large bright eyes. 

 Jeongguk!  He can help Taehyung. 

“U-uh,” he stutters. “I’m sure all of you saw GossipBlast’s post last night of me and Jeon Jeongguk and you all are wondering if they are true or not.” Taehyung swallows slowly, pausing for what might seem to be a dramatic effect but in reality he’s thinking. 

If he plays this right, feeds into this rumor and has Jeongguk work to his advantage, Doeun could be off his tracks and leave him alone forever! Then his mother and step-dad can finally relax about the entire thing.

But that’s only if Jeongguk agrees to help him without knowing the full details. Will he? He isn’t the type to do nice things for someone he doesn’t like. And Taehyung is definitely not someone who he’ll do favors for out of the goodness of his heart.

Unless Taehyung does something for him that is. 

And he knows just what he can offer. 

Taehyung gets back in the zone. His audience waits patiently while he can sense Jeongguk getting annoyed at the stalling. God knows how he’s going to react to what Taehyung is about to say. “Although this was sent in secretly and those pictures were taken illicitly, I am thankful because now, I get to tell you all,” he looks down to find Jeongguk’s shoulder a few inches from his body and clamps his hand down on the mass softly, “that it is true! Jeongguk and I are in fact dating.” 

The crowd goes completely silent. Jeongguk’s head snaps up to his, tensing, their friends looking equally as bewildered. 

His mouth shuts and his jaw tenses while a tuft of hair falls over his face. The line of his jaw is so sharp that if Taehyung runs his finger along the bone, he might slice his finger open. The sparkle seems to leave Jeongguk’s eyes, leaving an angry, irritated, furious man. Taehyung immediately bounces back to the crowd. 

He watches the muscles in their faces completely relax from a smile to shock. Some people frown, looking to the side in anger or jealousy, Taehyung can’t really tell. The reaction is mixed and overwhelmingly confusing to navigate. 

But Taehyung knows people and he can work a crowd like it’s his fucking job. Currently, they’re in a fragile state but all it takes is a simple switch to get them on his side. 

Begin the guilt trip!

“I wish I could’ve told you all in a much better way,” he sulks, pouting like a child that was told no. “I know that you all would’ve appreciated something more personal, I would’ve preferred it that way. But I’m very happy right now and I hope you all can be supportive of us in the future.” Taehyung looks down at Jeongguk, whose ears are turning bright red with either rage or shyness (or both), and squeezes his shoulder with a goofy smile. 

The action feels foreign and weird, especially with the discomfort that is so obviously etched in Jeongguk’s ruggedly soft features. If people look closely enough, they’ll sense his irritation and come to the conclusion that this entire thing is a scam. His lips part to let out a shaky exhale and he breaks eye contact. 

He’s not happy with this at all. 

Taehyung pushes down the momentary worry and flicks his attention back to the crowd of people whispering about it. He searches through the slew of people to find Doeun and Jae, the former finally breaking his smug look to furrow his eyebrows while Jae seems to be ranting in his ear vividly. Expressively, he goes off and Taehyung is so curious about what the little shit has to say about him. 

Then, someone speaks up from the crowd. “We,” they start, stumbling over their words for a second, “We will support you and your new boyfriend, Taehyung-ssi!” 

“We want you to be happy!” 

Everyone else breaks out into chants and claps, thankfully agreeing, and Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. I am so grateful for all of you,” he sends quick flying kisses in their directions before placing a hand on his chest. “I love you all.” 

He feels like an idol that just got over a shitty dating scandal, bowing at the dispersing crowd and sending them his biggest smile. 

Some of them peek over to see Jeongguk and his reactions, maybe stick around to see a kiss or something, but as the crowd moves with satisfaction, all of the stranglers are pushed aside like stray shells with a tide. 

A job well-fucking-done. 

Taehyung jumps down from the bench, landing right next to his brand new boyfriend with a content sigh and an accomplished smile on his face. “Well, that went better than I–”

“What the fuck was that, Kim?” Jeongguk seethes. He turns to look Taehyung directly in the eye now that they are alone and the air around them suddenly goes so cold. “You said you were going to fix it. Now you’ve just made it worse.”

Genuine anger drips from his tone, shoulders hunching in, jaw ticking and strands of shiny dark hair falling over his narrowed eyes. Goosebumps litter Taehyung’s skin and he knows he can’t blame the barely there breeze for them. 

He can, however, blame that jawline. 

The others join to form a circle, arms crossed with disappointed looks on their faces. Even Yoongi who (even though  he says he doesn’t play favorites) always finds a way to absolve Taehyung of anything, stares back in disbelief. 

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I know but just let me explain, okay?” Taehyung looks around to make sure no one is lingering around to listen in on their conversation. The coast is clear. “I saw Jae and his new boyfriend Doeun in the crowd looking all curious about the rumor and it gave me an idea to help you. So I lied and it worked. He got all pissy about it. Look,” his chin juts to the stairs to the cafe. 

Jae sips on a drink, still ranting to Doeun angrily like he’s retelling The Iliad to him. 

Taehyung studies Jeongguk’s reaction. The pinch between his brows melts and his teeth tease the skin of his bottom lip in thought, training on the erratic way that Jae seems to be angrily talking after what transpired. The tension leaves his shoulders, softening and relaxing into a slump and he turns back to face Taehyung. 

“You did this,” he spells out slowly, “for me?” 

It’s sort of laughable. If Taehyung could, he’d pour ice cubes down Jeongguk’s shirt every morning just for funsies. He’s spent a good portion of his teens pretending like the guy doesn’t even exist. 

And now he’s helping him? 

Why? Because he heard about how much Jae hurt him and it awoke some sickly sweet nostalgic protection he has over Jeongguk? Because watching Jeongguk be sad is like digging a knife into his side?

Jimin snorts. “Well, it’s not like Tae’s a big fan of your ex-boyfriend either, JK.” A sly smile threatens to curve his cheek upwards and expose a dimple. “Maybe this was a little for him too.”

It was. It has a lot to do with him too but no one needs to know the real reason why so Taehyung goes with it. 

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “I hate him.” 

“So do I.” Hoseok jumps in. “Jin hyung too.” 

“He’s like the human embodiment of burning your tongue.”

“He’s like the embodiment of what stubbing your toe feels like,” Jimin adds. 

Yoongi ponders for a moment. “I also wondered how someone could be so fucking annoying all the time and not have a single idea about it.” Taehyung laughs softly. 

“Okay wait,” Jeongguk cuts through and his hostility hasn’t gone away yet. “So you lied so I could make Jae jealous?” He asks, Taehyung nods. “But what’s in it for you?” 

If you’ve seen the movies, you know that these sorts of things are always transactional. Each person gets something in return. 

They also always end with the two leads falling in love but Taehyung is going to ignore that for now. He’s positive that’s never going to happen to the two of them, knowing the history they share.

He smirks and flips a curl out of his gaze so he can look into those glimmering eyes clearly. “I was hoping I could get that free room you got,” he asks coyly. 

Living with Yoongi and Jimin was an obvious no for Taehyung. If he walked in on them having sex one more time he might need to somehow get amnesia. And living in a hotel wasn’t going to last forever. He does need a home to come to. 

He needs a kitchen and his own sheets and he needs personality. Not emotionless room service delivery boys and pre-selected paintings that make his brain hurt. 

Taehyung wants to come back home from a long day of practice and crash into his bed, make himself a late night sandwich between study sessions, and watch TV on a small couch. He wants the true college apartment experience that he can’t get anywhere else. 

Expectantly, he braces himself for Jeongguk to flat out reject his idea. To push him away in disgust and regret the moment he handed all of the power to Taehyung to fix the rumor. 

They hate each other after all. 

But Jeongguk tenses and switches his balance on his feet. “Are you serious?” One might mistake a tinge of hopefulness in his tone. 

“Yes, you live in Paradise and you have an extra room so I’m swooping in!”

Seokjin and Yoongi nod their heads impressively while Hoseok and Jimin wiggle their eyebrows at each other. Taehyung does not know what that means nor does he want to. Shitheads. 

“So is that a yes?” He tries. Taehyung gets up on the balls of his feet, tries to use his puppy dog eyes which, from his vivid memory of their childhood, always used to work on Jeongguk. “Please? I won't bother you. I’ll do everything you want me to. Anything you ask.” 

His eyelashes flutter and he tilts his head in a way that’s all sweet and pliant. Taehyung can see the resolve cracking in Jeongguk’s eyes and he turns away, ears turning the slightest shade of red. But he still isn’t 100% sold. 

“And this whole, fake relationship thing.” He raises a hand up to run through his hair. The strands flip back to expose his smooth forehead, pushing it so that it’s more or less out of his face and Taehyung’s lips part as his eyes trail on the motion. “What’s your plan for that?” 

Taehyung glosses over it for a moment, ignoring the way his brain lingers on Jeongguk’s hair and trying to form some semblance of a plan. He knows there’s no point in stretching this for too long but he still wants to keep his room until the end of the year or if he ever finds something better. 

“We date till the end of the semester, have an amicable break-up, stay friendly with each other and move on. Simple,” he shrugs.

Like he’s said, he’s seen all of the movies and he knows how this shit goes. Each tropey thing brings the couples closer and closer together to increase the sexual tension until they fall in love despite all of their differences, with a few moments of angst thrown in, but that isn’t going to happen here. 

Because Taehyung doesn’t really fall in love with anyone. People fall in love with him and he lets them wallow until they move on. It’s going to stay that way. 

“Believe me, I’ve spent my time being scrutinized by the public eye. I know what the people want to see out of this,” he leans in. “They want the opposites-attract aesthetic couple being cute and sappy on Instagram and only tastefully affectionate in public for them to gush over and envy. We can easily do that.” He motions to their opposing outfits. 

Throw in some fake dates where they take pictures, a little hand-holding, and maybe they can each go to their games and boom, everyone believes in their relationship. 

Jeongguk still gazes at him apprehensively. His brain demands that he go over every possible detail before making a decision. He doesn’t want to be brash, it seems, jumping into god knows what with a person that he doesn’t know if he can trust. Taehyung reassures him once more. 

“The moment you want out, it’s over, okay? No pressure to last until the end of the semester . It’ll be simple and quick. That’s all we owe each other.” Taehyung extends his hand out to him, long fingers lonely in the wind, waiting for Jeongguk to securely intertwine with them. “Deal?” 

This will be easy. No awkwardness, no feelings, they barely have to acknowledge each other besides a few measly dates and small moments in public. It’ll be short and sweet and meaningless.  

And then Jeongguk and Taehyung can go back to pretending like the other barely even exists. A perfect plan. 

Now he can get Jae all jealous and a new roommate. Two problems solved in one go. While Taehyung can find a way to get Doeun off his back and find a permanent place to stay that is way closer to campus. 

There really is no reason for him to say no. 

Jeongguk sets his jaw, reaching forward and linking his hand with Taehyung’s. His palm is warm and soft and sure when he shakes it twice firmly. He looks directly into Taehyung's eyes and doesn’t waver. 

“Okay. Deal.”

[bultaonene]

tk violinist tae x raven gguk

Violinist taehyung practices everyday in an old, now abandoned music room. He plays and he plays and he plays for hours, because he wants to be first violin and soon there will be auditions.

So he goes there everyday and plays, far from anyone that could point out his mistakes and bring him down.

Until one day the old, creaking floor collapses right under his feet.

It is sudden, with no apparent reason. It collapses and Taehyung falls with it, holding his violin tight because it matters more than his own spine, his own life. Miraculously, he survives. One of his legs makes his eyes tear up with pain and he's covered in dust, but he's alive.

For now, at least.

Because he has no idea how it's possible, but there's a cave under the music room. A giant cave half filled with water, gloomy and dark. The cave itself isn't what worries him the most, though. Far more relevant than where he is, it's what is in the cave with him.

At first he thinks it's a bird, huge and black and terrifying. But the wings open and there is a man inside- no. Not simply inside the wings. He is the one with the wings. Taehyung half screams when the man jumps from his perch and glides towards him like an eagle pointing its prey. He crouches right above the violinist, tilting his head like a bird may do.

His face is a mask, no emotion displayed. He doesn't look like a monster, his face pale and perfect. But it feels like he's one nevertheless.

The winged man stares from above, eyes hungry. And Taehyung can't move, can't escape - he can only close his eyes and clutch his violin, the strings whining feebly while he moves.

He waits for his demise, for the moment he gets teared apart by the creature above him. Nothing happens.

When he opens his eyes, the creature is watching the violin with a curious gaze.

"Your music box," he says. His voice is raspy, like he hasn't used it in centuries, but melodic.

"You are the one who does the music."

Taehyung gulps, hands trembling. The curious glint in the monster's eyes and his stilted words make him look childish, naive. But his open wings are still terrifying.

"Play the music box."

"It's a violin," snaps Taehyung, slightly irritated. He's lucky his 'music box' is still in one piece and he feels like blaming the creature for his fall, even if it's the floor that gave up on him.

"Violin," repeats the winged man. He plays with his fingers, wings fluffing up and moving up and down. Taehyung belatedly realise he's excited. "I like the violin. Love it. Pretty. Play the violin, Man from Above."

Taehyung stares at the smile on the creature. It's warm and genuine, tinged with childish innocence.

And so, Taehyung plays for him.

Or: raven Jeongguk only goes Above for food. It's understandable; his diet requires fresh meat.

He doesn't mind from which source.

He's lonely, but no one wants to talk with him. He tried once or twice, but the humans always scream when they see him. It makes him sad and angry. (And when he's sad and angry he gets hungrier too and, well. The humans don't scream for long after that)

But he has one friend. Not really a friend but they always come and make pretty sounds. It makes him warm and happy. He never saw his friend but they are really good. Until one day the ceiling breaks and something white crashes down on his home.

It's his friend!! And he has a music box!!!

He says it's a "vi-oh-leen". Jeongguk likes the viohleen. It's pretty and makes pretty sounds.

And his friend is pretty too. And kind. And when he shows his teeth jeongguk feels warm and all light and his feather go "vrr!" and stand up all happy.

But his friend is hurt. He cries when jeongguk touches his leg and he feels so bad, all gloomy and sad and his wings go all wobbly and low.

"No tears" he says, determined. He will care for his friend. He'll keep him safe.

Yes, jeongguk is a good boy. He can do that.

Bonus: tae teaches him about things and guk is all starry eyed and "you are so smart!!! good boy!!!" 🥺 and once tae tells him about shooting star ("you know, when the shiny things in the sky fall down") and guk is like "like you!!!" and tae is all blushing and shy and

"No guk ofc not" and guk "but you were all white and bright and you fell down!!" 🥺🥺🥺 just gukkie discovering new things 🥺🥺

[sugar-petals]

Hi caro 🌹Why does hyunjin look so good in a buzz cut even though he's a soft dramatic ? Wth 😂

BUZZCUTS & KIBBE BODY TYPES

quick answer: because hyunjin is too hot to look terrible, ever

long answer: i'm personally not a fan of it, the long hair is his signature. from a technical standpoint, it's not dyed as i wish it was, too. not all buzzcuts are created equal: i would bring it closer to the head, and color it darker. zayn style. his barber was always the shit.

one could say zayn's face is carrying it, but it's fair to put hyunjin in that level of beauty as well, i think. although zayn is a classic type of sorts, though, maybe SC. i changed my mind about him being a TR. his body type is too rectangular, chiseled. niall is more yin, for instance. and many classic men have a reputation for being visually perfect and at a medium 5'9-ish height, which zayn is. male Rs are smaller and way softer. jimin is the #1 example, still.

that being said, classics do buzzcuts semi-better since that hairstyle is ultra-symmetrical. although it wasn't well-executed, it looks cute on taehyung (who's certainly in the classic family, too).

still, kibbe only recs going that short to gamines anyway (e.g. natalie & kristen below) as they are short in statue — the kibbe principle is "putting same things to same things" to create beauty — and he is right. the buzzcut belongs to G much like tousled hair belongs to Ns, sleek hair to Ds, the middle part to C, and curls to R.

there's a reason why XG's rapper cocona blew up when she chopped her hair off, just like cheetah did for unpretty rapstar back then. unsurprisingly, cocona is a gamine.

now for hyunjin, the close-cut buzz is sort of suitable for him since dramatic types are typically advised by kibbe to show off their bone structure, and being bald (or close to) accomplishes that.

him wearing outfits suitable for his SD type also contribute to it looking good (especially your 3rd image has a nice shimmery, but sturdy SD fabric jacket). versace suits SD, and a head to toe look can compensate for a haircut outside your ID.

it does show off his beautiful face! and the fluffed up texture is quite yin. but hyunjin's dark waves (bring them back 😭) have been universally flattering and i haven't seen anyone who hates it whereas the new cut has people calling him a human kiwi 😅

as a rule of thumb, sharp yang men do well with either very long or very very short hair, shorter than gamine even, since D and SD are about extremes. so, i think going that cropped has its merits. jin being SD already showed us how good it can look on that type. it does come down to having a gorgeous face. i still can't get over how huge of a transformation it is for hyunjin, it's crazy.

[magicshopaholic]

Teaser

Fever Dream (Taehyung x Dilara)

Dilara [11:40]

Hey babe. Reached?

Tae [11:40]

Just about. Wow, it’s been really long since I’ve been to one of these. Forgot how chaotic it is.

Dilara [11:41]

Tell me about it. Everyone’s impossibly good-looking.

Tae [11:42]

Really? Did you just walk by a mirror or something?

Dilara [11:42]

Save some of that charm for tonight, pretty boy.

Tae [11:43]

See you in a few, pretty girl.

Dilara slips into the ladies’ room facing the mirror over the basins and exhaling. The flight and drive were long enough, but she seems to be the only person showing signs of it. It helps to have Taehyung nearby, though, even if actual time together seems limited.

She needs to be back out there, though, letting the crew know and get started on whatever PR they have planned. Fluffing out her curly hair and noting how the curls seem to have set nicely for once, she rummages in her bag for a last minute spritz of perfume and swipe of lipstick.

As she searches, one of the stalls behind her opens and she hears the sound of another sigh. It’s gratifying, she reflects, to not be the only one feeling overwhelmed.

“It’s quite a crowd outside.”

Dilara chuckles, finally locating the tiny travel-size bottle of Zara’s Nude Bouquet and taking off the cap. “Tell me about it,” she mutters, straightening up and spraying it on her neck and the inside of her wrists. “Felt like I needed to escape.

The other girl laughs lightly, and Dilara glances at her in the mirror. Her long black hair falls down her shoulders but she looks familiar - Dilara immediately thinks of Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend and the image sticks.

“I get that,” she agrees, and her voice is soft, almost musical. “Wow, that’s a nice scent. Where is it from?”

“Oh, it’s Zara.” Without thinking anything of it, Dilara offers it to her. “Want to try?”

The girl straightens up as well and turns to her - it’s not Charles’s girlfriend - and gasps mildly. “It’s such a coincidence - I think I packed my cosmetics in the wrong bag and they all reached my hotel. You really don’t mind?”

Dilara shakes her head wordlessly. Impossibly good-looking. But she can’t look away.

Jennie smiles gratefully and takes the slim bottle, spraying it in the same spots Dilara did and returning it. “Thank you. It’s been a long flight.”

“And a long drive from the airport.”

“I know.” She pauses. “You look kind of familiar, by the way. I’m picturing a Polaroid… I feel like we’ve met?”

“Oh, uh…” Dilara shakes her head, turning back to this basin to wash her hands, barely able to feel the cool water. “No. We haven’t.”

“Oh. I’m Jennie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Dilara.”

“That’s a pretty name. Where is it -” A phone ringing interrupts her and she winces, apologetically checking her phone. “Sorry, I have to go. Maybe I’ll see you later tonight.”

Dilara forces half a smile. “Maybe.”

Jennie gives her a small wave and leaves. For a moment, nothing happens. Dilara fluffs out her hair and checks her phone out of habit before frowning, realising she can’t remember if she washed her hands. The water feels cooler now and she squeezes out some of the floral-smelling lotion next to soap, rubbing it over her hands.

It’s time to head out. The impossibly good-looking people aren’t going anywhere and Dilara is technically working. As she reaches the door, her phone buzzes.

Tae [11:50]

Can you tell me where you are? I need to talk to you.

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