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Wildest Dreams | taehyung

summary: a silent love, a stage, and a final chance—will your role as juliet to taehyung's romeo make him finally see you as you've always wished?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: college romance, unrequited love (or is it?), lots of pining

word count: 3.4k

note: yay! finally posting something here that i'm truly proud of writing, hehe. cross-posted on my wattpad, but this version is newer, and thus, more polished. hope you guys like it!

🐚🤍

Not too long ago, I caught my first glimpse of you in the college corridors—laughing, carefree, the golden afternoon light catching in your hair. You were with your friends, teasing, joking, your laughter spilling into the air like a melody.

"Yah, Kim Taehyung! Laugh harder at my dad joke!" one of them quipped, and that was when I learned your name.

That moment was the first time you wrote your name on the walls of my heart.

We were all freshmen then. On the first day, I followed you into the classroom, only to bump into your back. Embarrassed, I mumbled an apology, but you simply smiled—soft, kind, forgiving. That smile lingered in my mind the entire day, its warmth spreading through my chest like an untamed wildfire. Miyoung teased me, of course. "Blushing already? He only said ‘it’s fine,’" she had giggled.

Three years have passed since that day. We've grown, changed in ways both subtle and profound. But one thing has remained constant—my feelings for you, deepening with every stolen glance, every lingering moment. While I kept to my small circle, you flourished, your effortless charm and talent making you a campus favorite.

I had always been your silent admirer, loving you from a distance, content in the quiet ache of unspoken longing. But when you started dating Choi Hayoon, I knew I had lost whatever chance I never truly had. She was beautiful—inside and out. Together, you were the ‘perfect pair,’ the couple everyone adored, and it was fair to all, even to me.

But oh, how unfair it felt to my heart, which grew heavier each day you weren’t mine.

I never uttered a word about my feelings to anyone except Miyoung, who held my secrets like delicate glass. "Don't be sad, sweetie. Maybe he isn't really ‘the one’ for you," she had said once, trying to comfort me. But how could that be true when my heart, my mind, my very soul unraveled into chaos at the mere thought of you?

I had forced myself to my quiet admiration. I had kept my emotions in check.

Until this month began.

The annual fest was fast approaching, and this time, it was our turn to organize it. After three years of being a nameless face in the crowd, I decided to step forward—just once.

I signed up for the drama.

And that was the unofficial beginning of us.

To say I was surprised when I saw you in the auditorium would be an understatement. You stood beside Professor Lee, talking about taking part in Romeo and Juliet. Hayoon was by your side, and the whispers among the gathered students began immediately.

"If Taehyung and Hayoon play Romeo and Juliet, even Shakespeare would rise from his grave!" someone mused, earning a wave of agreement.

I only smiled—a bittersweet curve of my lips, careful, controlled. Miyoung stood beside me, her presence grounding, but I didn’t let her see the quiet turmoil within me.

The auditions were brief—a two-minute performance to determine our roles. Miyoung and I recited a passage from Twelfth Night, our voices weaving through the words with practiced ease. The professor seemed pleased.

Then came your turn. You and Hayoon performed a scene from The Merchant of Venice, and though your skills were undeniable, hers fell short. Your immaculate skills landed you the role of Romeo instantly. When Professor Lee announced that she wouldn’t be cast due to her lack of experience in acting, murmurs spread like ripples in the crowd. Miyoung couldn't make it into the cast, too.

I didn’t know how to feel. I wasn’t sure if I should feel anything at all.

But Hayoon, ever the angel, only smiled, congratulating you. "I knew I wouldn't make it," she admitted, unbothered. "I was never into acting anyway."

You chuckled, affectionate yet easy, as if everything had fallen into place exactly as it should.

Then, the unexpected happened.

"Y/N," Professor Lee called, his eyes twinkling as he looked at me. "You will be playing Juliet."

The room buzzed with murmurs as I stepped forward. I was an unfamiliar name, a quiet presence in the background. But as Professor Lee handed me the script with an encouraging smile, my heart pounded for an entirely different reason.

I was to be your Juliet.

You approached me afterward, flashing that signature boxy smile. “Hey, Y/N! Guess we’re partners now. Let’s get to know each other more—for the sake of our chemistry, of course.”

I nodded with a nervous smile, exchanging phone numbers.

I really became your Juliet that day, didn’t I?

The first day of rehearsal.

Professor Lee had shortened the original script, ensuring the play wrapped up in an hour. My adrenaline was pumping through every vein—excitement and nerves swirling together in a chaotic rhythm.

And then, you walked into the auditorium.

Calm yet excited, your presence seemed to brighten the entire space. The moment your eyes landed on me, you flashed that signature boxy smile of yours. Just like that, my nerves ebbed away, replaced by a quiet, unexpected sense of calm. By the time I managed to smile back, you were already standing in front of me—grinning, effortlessly charming.

"Y/N-ah! How are you today?"

The nickname made my heart stutter. Did you just…?

"Pretty good," I replied, probably too fast, probably too eager.

We talked about the drama and script until Professor Lee called us to take our positions on stage.

The rehearsal began with an introductory passage, the curtains rising directly to our first scene—Romeo and Juliet meeting for the first time. It took me a moment to adjust to you in this new light. Your acting was too good, too natural. The way you looked at Juliet… at me—was it just part of the act, or something more? My mind spiraled with thoughts I had no right to entertain. If we were a couple, would you look at me the same way? Was this just incredible acting, or was I foolishly reading too much into it?

Minutes passed as we moved through the script, until Professor Lee directed, "Now, Romeo has to kiss Juliet."

My stomach dropped.

He reassured us that it was okay if the first attempt felt awkward, but we needed to work on making it look natural. You nodded without hesitation. I did too, though my heartbeat was anything but steady.

For the demo scene, I stood in my place, watching you approach me—slow, deliberate. Your gaze held mine, unwavering, and when you reached me, your palm cradled my jawline with a tenderness that felt… real.

Too real.

I barely registered my hands settling on your shoulders before our lips met. A soft touch, fleeting, yet enough to leave my pulse racing. My eyes fluttered shut instinctively, but before I could even process the moment, it was over. Professor Lee’s voice cut through the silence.

"Perfect."

We pulled away, exchanging shy smiles. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and from the way your eyes twinkled with amusement, I knew you had noticed. A chuckle bubbled from your lips, effortless and warm.

And just like that, rehearsal was over.

You left after bidding everyone goodbye, and I followed suit. But as I stepped out of the auditorium, my heart stilled at the sight before me.

You were hugging her.

Hayoon.

The way you smiled at her, the way she leaned into you—it was effortless, natural, unshakable.

A hollow ache settled in my chest, heavy and unrelenting. I wasn’t sure why it hurt so much, but one thing became clear in that moment.

Maybe you were my Romeo, but I was never your Juliet.

Heaving a sigh, I made my way toward the auditorium for rehearsal. It had been a little over two weeks, and the excitement surrounding the fest was growing stronger with each passing day. Acting in the drama with you by my side only intensified my feelings—feelings I knew would eventually hurt me.

But still, I chose to risk it all.

Even if I couldn't have you, at least there was a chance you’d remember me.

As I stepped inside, my eyes immediately found you—smiling, giggling, flipping through the script with her. My insides twisted. It was a feeling I refused to name, but I knew it all too well.

Jealousy.

Sensing my presence, you looked up and waved with that easygoing smile of yours. I forced my lips into a smile and waved back, mirroring your greeting. As I walked toward you, Hayoon beamed at me, her voice bright.

"Hey, Y/N-liet!"

I chuckled at the nickname.

I had nothing against her. She was a genuine sweetheart, after all. And yet, the mere sight of you with her made my heart ache in ways I wished it wouldn’t.

Moments later, Professor Lee entered, instructing us to take our positions. Hayoon bid us good luck before leaving, and soon, the rehearsal began.

Two weeks.

Two weeks of stolen glances, shared dialogues, lingering touches, and rehearsed kisses. Yet, I never got used to them.

How could I?

This play—this act—was affecting me more than I wanted to admit. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, emotions tangled in knots I couldn't undo.

When rehearsal ended, I left the auditorium, craving space to breathe. My feet carried me to the back garden of the school—my quiet escape, a place usually untouched by others. Under the shade of an old tree, I sat, resting my back against the rough trunk, closing my eyes.

But even then, I couldn't escape you.

Because when I closed my eyes, all I saw was you.

Your gaze, vivid and consuming.

I don’t know how much time passed before a familiar voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"Are you all right? You looked a bit restless during rehearsal."

My eyes fluttered open to find you standing there, concern laced in your deep voice.

I mustered a small smile. "I'm fine. Just needed a little peace."

You nodded in understanding before lowering yourself beside me, your back resting against the same tree, our shoulders brushing. A comfortable silence settled between us, one that felt oddly intimate.

Then, you spoke again.

And somehow, words flowed effortlessly between us. One topic led to another, and before I knew it, we were lost in a conversation that stretched endlessly, unraveling parts of each other we hadn't known before.

When it was time to leave, you insisted on walking me home. I hesitated, thinking of her, but you assured me it was fine. "She left early today—half-day," you said with a casual shrug.

As we walked, our hands brushed more times than I could count. Each accidental touch sent a rush of warmth through me, making my cheeks burn. And then—

You held my hand.

A heartbeat passed, and then another.

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night," you recited dramatically, a teasing chuckle laced in your words.

A laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Oh, Romeo, you're too dramatic," I teased back, shaking my head.

You pouted in playful protest before we both dissolved into laughter, the sound filling the empty streets like a quiet melody.

That day, we spent time together—real, uninterrupted time. Your presence made me feel at peace, yet it did nothing to quiet the storm within me.

Because no matter how much I tried to suppress it, my heart was slipping further into the abyss of something I shouldn’t be feeling.

Kim Taehyung… what are you doing to me?

Finally, the week of the fest arrived.

The campus was alive, adorned with lanterns and festoons, buzzing with excitement. Laughter spilled from the hallways, anticipation humming in the air. Teachers worked alongside students, ensuring everything ran smoothly. But amid all the festivity, a bittersweet undertone lingered.

For the senior students, this was the moment—the final celebration before the inevitable farewell.

This was our year to leave.

Even though I had spent most of these years as a nobody, I wasn’t alone. I had my fair share of friends.

And I had you.

Maybe that was why the thought of leaving this place filled me with dread.

Because no matter how much I tried to silence it, I knew I could never gather the courage to confess my feelings. Not when you were happily with her. And yet, I still found myself aching every time I saw you together.

What an irony.

Every moment with you—seeing you walk into rehearsals, acting beside you, kissing you almost every day, and the way you started walking me home after that day—only made me more delusional.

"Y/N-ah, what are you thinking about?"

Your voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to see you walking beside me into the empty auditorium for our final rehearsal.

The place looked breathtaking—soft floral decorations draping every corner, the stage dressed as if it were a bride ready for her wedding. Tomorrow, this very place would witness our last performance.

And after that…

It would be over.

"Nothing special," I mumbled, eyes drifting somewhere—anywhere—but you.

You hummed before chuckling. "Yeah, I know. Actually, you were thinking about me. I am your Romeo, after all."

I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance, but my heart was already betraying me, hammering against my ribs.

Because when you said things like that—when you flirted so effortlessly with that painfully soothing voice of yours—it became impossibly hard to control the storm inside me.

We stood at the edge of the stage, gazing at it, both of us lost in our own thoughts.

"We're a bit early," you noted, glancing around at the empty seats.

I simply nodded, unsure of what to say.

"So… tomorrow’s the day," you murmured, your gaze fixed ahead.

"It is," I replied, my voice quieter than I intended.

"Are you nervous?"

I hesitated. "Kind of."

But it wasn’t just the performance.

I was nervous about graduating.

I was nervous about leaving you.

I was nervous about becoming nothing more than a fleeting memory in your life.

Slowly, you reached for my hand, wrapping it in your own.

Warm. Firm. Steady.

You gave it a small squeeze, your voice dropping an octave as you whispered, "Everything will be all right, Y/N-ah. Trust me."

I saw our end just as it began, yet you still found ways to make me fall deeper into the madness of you.

It was the day.

The day we would stand on stage together, becoming Romeo and Juliet one last time.

Clad in a flowing white and pink, Victorian style inspired dress, I weaved my way through the buzzing corridors, past Miyoung, who squeezed my hand and wished me luck.

I smiled in response, but my heart was pounding too violently to speak.

Tightly clutching the soft fabric of my dress in my fists, I entered the backstage area.

And then, I saw you.

As if drawn by an invisible thread, your eyes met mine in an instant.

And suddenly—everything else blurred.

It was just us.

The noise, the people, the stage—everything melted away.

Only you remained.

You looked breathtaking in your Romeo attire, dangerously attractive, making my mind spin in whirls.

"Finally, Juliet is here!"

Professor Lee’s excited voice pulled us both out of our trance. I blinked as he smiled warmly at me, his kind eyes twinkling.

“You look beautiful,” he complimented, his parently voice full of pride as the other members of the cast praised me, too.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. Bashfully, I thanked him, earning a round of chuckles from the others. But even then, I felt your lingering gaze on me.

Flustered, I quickly walked to stand beside you, my heart racing. You smiled to yourself, looking down at the floor.

And then—

The bell rang.

The drama was about to begin.

All the participants took their places backstage, waiting. The curtains remained drawn as we stepped onto the stage, assuming our positions for the opening scene.

I exhaled shakily, gripping your hands as we locked eyes.

Then, with an elegant sweep, the curtains pulled open.

The crowd erupted.

Cheering. Clapping.

The moment we had rehearsed for weeks was finally here.

And we gave them everything.

We became Romeo and Juliet, pouring our hearts into the act, making the audience believe in our love story.

Every movement, every glance, every whispered line felt real.

And before I knew it—

It was over.

The final bow. The closing of the curtains. The thunderous applause.

And just like that, we were over.

After congratulating our team and exchanging words of appreciation, I slipped away.

I needed air.

The back garden of the school was quiet, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun. White roses bloomed in the gentle breeze, their petals tinted with the hues of twilight.

Hugging myself, I exhaled deeply, my heart heavy.

"This is it."

I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts consume me—

But then, I felt it.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a familiar warmth.

I gasped, stiffening—only to immediately relax when I realized it was you.

Your chin rested lightly in the crook of my neck, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

That boxy smile of yours was still there.

“The drama is done now,” you murmured lightly against my skin. “It was the most perfect it could ever be. So why are you still so tense?”

I swallowed hard.

I could feel your heartbeat against my back.

And suddenly, an unfamiliar determination surged through me.

I took a deep, shaky breath, my hands trembling as I finally let my heart speak.

"Kim Taehyung... would you think I’m crazy if I told you that I'm in love you?"

Your arms around me stiffened.

But I didn’t stop.

"It’s not just today, or a month ago… it’s been since freshmen year. Since the first time I saw you."

My voice wavered, but I pressed on.

"I tried convincing myself it was just an infatuation. But no matter what, my feelings for you only grew stronger. And I hate you for that—"

A choked laugh escaped me, tears welling in my eyes.

"I know you have Hayoon. That’s why I never said anything. But now we’re about to graduate… we’re about to part ways. I just—"

I inhaled shakily.

"I know you don’t love me, and I accept that. But my last request is—"

I looked down, voice barely a whisper.

"Remember me. Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams."

Silence.

My chest heaved from the weight of my confession, my vision blurred by unshed tears.

You were still holding me. But you were stiff.

Then, without warning—

You turned me around, gripping my shoulders, forcing me to look at you.

My breath hitched.

Your eyes burned into mine, dark and intense, brimming with something unreadable.

You leaned in, dangerously close, our lips barely apart by an inch.

My heart stopped.

"T-Taehyung, what are you—"

"What if I say I love you too?"

Your voice was lower. Rougher.

It sent a shiver down my spine.

I froze.

"W-What? But Hayoon—"

You sighed softly, eyes searching mine.

"Hayoon and I ended things a few days ago," you admitted. "We realized we liked the idea of us more than we actually liked each other. It got awkward—uneasy. In the end, we knew we were better as friends."

You took a breath, cupping my cheek.

"And then there was you."

My lips parted in shock.

"The more I got to know you, the more I realized what I truly wanted."

You swallowed, the action causing a movement of your Adam's apple.

"I didn’t just enjoy spending time with you, Y/N. I needed it. And after today… after seeing you on that stage, hearing you say those words…"

A small smile played on your lips.

"I’m ready. More than ever."

You let out a breath, your forehead pressing against mine.

"So tell me—do you say yes to our new beginning?"

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I could barely nod fast enough.

"Y-Yes!"

And that was all it took.

Your lips crashed onto mine, molding perfectly as if they had always belonged there.

Unlike before, this wasn’t a performance.

It wasn’t a script.

This time, there were real feelings.

On both sides.

And for the first time—

I am not just your Juliet, your partner for a drama.

I am yours. And you are mine.

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Wildest Dreams | taehyung

summary: a silent love, a stage, and a final chance—will your role as juliet to taehyung's romeo make him finally see you as you've always wished?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: college romance, unrequited love (or is it?), lots of pining

word count: 3.4k

note: yay! finally posting something here that i'm truly proud of writing, hehe. cross-posted on my wattpad, but this version is newer, and thus, more polished. hope you guys like it!

🐚🤍

Not too long ago, I caught my first glimpse of you in the college corridors—laughing, carefree, the golden afternoon light catching in your hair. You were with your friends, teasing, joking, your laughter spilling into the air like a melody.

"Yah, Kim Taehyung! Laugh harder at my dad joke!" one of them quipped, and that was when I learned your name.

That moment was the first time you wrote your name on the walls of my heart.

We were all freshmen then. On the first day, I followed you into the classroom, only to bump into your back. Embarrassed, I mumbled an apology, but you simply smiled—soft, kind, forgiving. That smile lingered in my mind the entire day, its warmth spreading through my chest like an untamed wildfire. Miyoung teased me, of course. "Blushing already? He only said ‘it’s fine,’" she had giggled.

Three years have passed since that day. We've grown, changed in ways both subtle and profound. But one thing has remained constant—my feelings for you, deepening with every stolen glance, every lingering moment. While I kept to my small circle, you flourished, your effortless charm and talent making you a campus favorite.

I had always been your silent admirer, loving you from a distance, content in the quiet ache of unspoken longing. But when you started dating Choi Hayoon, I knew I had lost whatever chance I never truly had. She was beautiful—inside and out. Together, you were the ‘perfect pair,’ the couple everyone adored, and it was fair to all, even to me.

But oh, how unfair it felt to my heart, which grew heavier each day you weren’t mine.

I never uttered a word about my feelings to anyone except Miyoung, who held my secrets like delicate glass. "Don't be sad, sweetie. Maybe he isn't really ‘the one’ for you," she had said once, trying to comfort me. But how could that be true when my heart, my mind, my very soul unraveled into chaos at the mere thought of you?

I had forced myself to my quiet admiration. I had kept my emotions in check.

Until this month began.

The annual fest was fast approaching, and this time, it was our turn to organize it. After three years of being a nameless face in the crowd, I decided to step forward—just once.

I signed up for the drama.

And that was the unofficial beginning of us.

To say I was surprised when I saw you in the auditorium would be an understatement. You stood beside Professor Lee, talking about taking part in Romeo and Juliet. Hayoon was by your side, and the whispers among the gathered students began immediately.

"If Taehyung and Hayoon play Romeo and Juliet, even Shakespeare would rise from his grave!" someone mused, earning a wave of agreement.

I only smiled—a bittersweet curve of my lips, careful, controlled. Miyoung stood beside me, her presence grounding, but I didn’t let her see the quiet turmoil within me.

The auditions were brief—a two-minute performance to determine our roles. Miyoung and I recited a passage from Twelfth Night, our voices weaving through the words with practiced ease. The professor seemed pleased.

Then came your turn. You and Hayoon performed a scene from The Merchant of Venice, and though your skills were undeniable, hers fell short. Your immaculate skills landed you the role of Romeo instantly. When Professor Lee announced that she wouldn’t be cast due to her lack of experience in acting, murmurs spread like ripples in the crowd. Miyoung couldn't make it into the cast, too.

I didn’t know how to feel. I wasn’t sure if I should feel anything at all.

But Hayoon, ever the angel, only smiled, congratulating you. "I knew I wouldn't make it," she admitted, unbothered. "I was never into acting anyway."

You chuckled, affectionate yet easy, as if everything had fallen into place exactly as it should.

Then, the unexpected happened.

"Y/N," Professor Lee called, his eyes twinkling as he looked at me. "You will be playing Juliet."

The room buzzed with murmurs as I stepped forward. I was an unfamiliar name, a quiet presence in the background. But as Professor Lee handed me the script with an encouraging smile, my heart pounded for an entirely different reason.

I was to be your Juliet.

You approached me afterward, flashing that signature boxy smile. “Hey, Y/N! Guess we’re partners now. Let’s get to know each other more—for the sake of our chemistry, of course.”

I nodded with a nervous smile, exchanging phone numbers.

I really became your Juliet that day, didn’t I?

The first day of rehearsal.

Professor Lee had shortened the original script, ensuring the play wrapped up in an hour. My adrenaline was pumping through every vein—excitement and nerves swirling together in a chaotic rhythm.

And then, you walked into the auditorium.

Calm yet excited, your presence seemed to brighten the entire space. The moment your eyes landed on me, you flashed that signature boxy smile of yours. Just like that, my nerves ebbed away, replaced by a quiet, unexpected sense of calm. By the time I managed to smile back, you were already standing in front of me—grinning, effortlessly charming.

"Y/N-ah! How are you today?"

The nickname made my heart stutter. Did you just…?

"Pretty good," I replied, probably too fast, probably too eager.

We talked about the drama and script until Professor Lee called us to take our positions on stage.

The rehearsal began with an introductory passage, the curtains rising directly to our first scene—Romeo and Juliet meeting for the first time. It took me a moment to adjust to you in this new light. Your acting was too good, too natural. The way you looked at Juliet… at me—was it just part of the act, or something more? My mind spiraled with thoughts I had no right to entertain. If we were a couple, would you look at me the same way? Was this just incredible acting, or was I foolishly reading too much into it?

Minutes passed as we moved through the script, until Professor Lee directed, "Now, Romeo has to kiss Juliet."

My stomach dropped.

He reassured us that it was okay if the first attempt felt awkward, but we needed to work on making it look natural. You nodded without hesitation. I did too, though my heartbeat was anything but steady.

For the demo scene, I stood in my place, watching you approach me—slow, deliberate. Your gaze held mine, unwavering, and when you reached me, your palm cradled my jawline with a tenderness that felt… real.

Too real.

I barely registered my hands settling on your shoulders before our lips met. A soft touch, fleeting, yet enough to leave my pulse racing. My eyes fluttered shut instinctively, but before I could even process the moment, it was over. Professor Lee’s voice cut through the silence.

"Perfect."

We pulled away, exchanging shy smiles. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and from the way your eyes twinkled with amusement, I knew you had noticed. A chuckle bubbled from your lips, effortless and warm.

And just like that, rehearsal was over.

You left after bidding everyone goodbye, and I followed suit. But as I stepped out of the auditorium, my heart stilled at the sight before me.

You were hugging her.

Hayoon.

The way you smiled at her, the way she leaned into you—it was effortless, natural, unshakable.

A hollow ache settled in my chest, heavy and unrelenting. I wasn’t sure why it hurt so much, but one thing became clear in that moment.

Maybe you were my Romeo, but I was never your Juliet.

Heaving a sigh, I made my way toward the auditorium for rehearsal. It had been a little over two weeks, and the excitement surrounding the fest was growing stronger with each passing day. Acting in the drama with you by my side only intensified my feelings—feelings I knew would eventually hurt me.

But still, I chose to risk it all.

Even if I couldn't have you, at least there was a chance you’d remember me.

As I stepped inside, my eyes immediately found you—smiling, giggling, flipping through the script with her. My insides twisted. It was a feeling I refused to name, but I knew it all too well.

Jealousy.

Sensing my presence, you looked up and waved with that easygoing smile of yours. I forced my lips into a smile and waved back, mirroring your greeting. As I walked toward you, Hayoon beamed at me, her voice bright.

"Hey, Y/N-liet!"

I chuckled at the nickname.

I had nothing against her. She was a genuine sweetheart, after all. And yet, the mere sight of you with her made my heart ache in ways I wished it wouldn’t.

Moments later, Professor Lee entered, instructing us to take our positions. Hayoon bid us good luck before leaving, and soon, the rehearsal began.

Two weeks.

Two weeks of stolen glances, shared dialogues, lingering touches, and rehearsed kisses. Yet, I never got used to them.

How could I?

This play—this act—was affecting me more than I wanted to admit. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, emotions tangled in knots I couldn't undo.

When rehearsal ended, I left the auditorium, craving space to breathe. My feet carried me to the back garden of the school—my quiet escape, a place usually untouched by others. Under the shade of an old tree, I sat, resting my back against the rough trunk, closing my eyes.

But even then, I couldn't escape you.

Because when I closed my eyes, all I saw was you.

Your gaze, vivid and consuming.

I don’t know how much time passed before a familiar voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"Are you all right? You looked a bit restless during rehearsal."

My eyes fluttered open to find you standing there, concern laced in your deep voice.

I mustered a small smile. "I'm fine. Just needed a little peace."

You nodded in understanding before lowering yourself beside me, your back resting against the same tree, our shoulders brushing. A comfortable silence settled between us, one that felt oddly intimate.

Then, you spoke again.

And somehow, words flowed effortlessly between us. One topic led to another, and before I knew it, we were lost in a conversation that stretched endlessly, unraveling parts of each other we hadn't known before.

When it was time to leave, you insisted on walking me home. I hesitated, thinking of her, but you assured me it was fine. "She left early today—half-day," you said with a casual shrug.

As we walked, our hands brushed more times than I could count. Each accidental touch sent a rush of warmth through me, making my cheeks burn. And then—

You held my hand.

A heartbeat passed, and then another.

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night," you recited dramatically, a teasing chuckle laced in your words.

A laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Oh, Romeo, you're too dramatic," I teased back, shaking my head.

You pouted in playful protest before we both dissolved into laughter, the sound filling the empty streets like a quiet melody.

That day, we spent time together—real, uninterrupted time. Your presence made me feel at peace, yet it did nothing to quiet the storm within me.

Because no matter how much I tried to suppress it, my heart was slipping further into the abyss of something I shouldn’t be feeling.

Kim Taehyung… what are you doing to me?

Finally, the week of the fest arrived.

The campus was alive, adorned with lanterns and festoons, buzzing with excitement. Laughter spilled from the hallways, anticipation humming in the air. Teachers worked alongside students, ensuring everything ran smoothly. But amid all the festivity, a bittersweet undertone lingered.

For the senior students, this was the moment—the final celebration before the inevitable farewell.

This was our year to leave.

Even though I had spent most of these years as a nobody, I wasn’t alone. I had my fair share of friends.

And I had you.

Maybe that was why the thought of leaving this place filled me with dread.

Because no matter how much I tried to silence it, I knew I could never gather the courage to confess my feelings. Not when you were happily with her. And yet, I still found myself aching every time I saw you together.

What an irony.

Every moment with you—seeing you walk into rehearsals, acting beside you, kissing you almost every day, and the way you started walking me home after that day—only made me more delusional.

"Y/N-ah, what are you thinking about?"

Your voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to see you walking beside me into the empty auditorium for our final rehearsal.

The place looked breathtaking—soft floral decorations draping every corner, the stage dressed as if it were a bride ready for her wedding. Tomorrow, this very place would witness our last performance.

And after that…

It would be over.

"Nothing special," I mumbled, eyes drifting somewhere—anywhere—but you.

You hummed before chuckling. "Yeah, I know. Actually, you were thinking about me. I am your Romeo, after all."

I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance, but my heart was already betraying me, hammering against my ribs.

Because when you said things like that—when you flirted so effortlessly with that painfully soothing voice of yours—it became impossibly hard to control the storm inside me.

We stood at the edge of the stage, gazing at it, both of us lost in our own thoughts.

"We're a bit early," you noted, glancing around at the empty seats.

I simply nodded, unsure of what to say.

"So… tomorrow’s the day," you murmured, your gaze fixed ahead.

"It is," I replied, my voice quieter than I intended.

"Are you nervous?"

I hesitated. "Kind of."

But it wasn’t just the performance.

I was nervous about graduating.

I was nervous about leaving you.

I was nervous about becoming nothing more than a fleeting memory in your life.

Slowly, you reached for my hand, wrapping it in your own.

Warm. Firm. Steady.

You gave it a small squeeze, your voice dropping an octave as you whispered, "Everything will be all right, Y/N-ah. Trust me."

I saw our end just as it began, yet you still found ways to make me fall deeper into the madness of you.

It was the day.

The day we would stand on stage together, becoming Romeo and Juliet one last time.

Clad in a flowing white and pink, Victorian style inspired dress, I weaved my way through the buzzing corridors, past Miyoung, who squeezed my hand and wished me luck.

I smiled in response, but my heart was pounding too violently to speak.

Tightly clutching the soft fabric of my dress in my fists, I entered the backstage area.

And then, I saw you.

As if drawn by an invisible thread, your eyes met mine in an instant.

And suddenly—everything else blurred.

It was just us.

The noise, the people, the stage—everything melted away.

Only you remained.

You looked breathtaking in your Romeo attire, dangerously attractive, making my mind spin in whirls.

"Finally, Juliet is here!"

Professor Lee’s excited voice pulled us both out of our trance. I blinked as he smiled warmly at me, his kind eyes twinkling.

“You look beautiful,” he complimented, his parently voice full of pride as the other members of the cast praised me, too.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. Bashfully, I thanked him, earning a round of chuckles from the others. But even then, I felt your lingering gaze on me.

Flustered, I quickly walked to stand beside you, my heart racing. You smiled to yourself, looking down at the floor.

And then—

The bell rang.

The drama was about to begin.

All the participants took their places backstage, waiting. The curtains remained drawn as we stepped onto the stage, assuming our positions for the opening scene.

I exhaled shakily, gripping your hands as we locked eyes.

Then, with an elegant sweep, the curtains pulled open.

The crowd erupted.

Cheering. Clapping.

The moment we had rehearsed for weeks was finally here.

And we gave them everything.

We became Romeo and Juliet, pouring our hearts into the act, making the audience believe in our love story.

Every movement, every glance, every whispered line felt real.

And before I knew it—

It was over.

The final bow. The closing of the curtains. The thunderous applause.

And just like that, we were over.

After congratulating our team and exchanging words of appreciation, I slipped away.

I needed air.

The back garden of the school was quiet, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun. White roses bloomed in the gentle breeze, their petals tinted with the hues of twilight.

Hugging myself, I exhaled deeply, my heart heavy.

"This is it."

I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts consume me—

But then, I felt it.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a familiar warmth.

I gasped, stiffening—only to immediately relax when I realized it was you.

Your chin rested lightly in the crook of my neck, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

That boxy smile of yours was still there.

“The drama is done now,” you murmured lightly against my skin. “It was the most perfect it could ever be. So why are you still so tense?”

I swallowed hard.

I could feel your heartbeat against my back.

And suddenly, an unfamiliar determination surged through me.

I took a deep, shaky breath, my hands trembling as I finally let my heart speak.

"Kim Taehyung... would you think I’m crazy if I told you that I'm in love you?"

Your arms around me stiffened.

But I didn’t stop.

"It’s not just today, or a month ago… it’s been since freshmen year. Since the first time I saw you."

My voice wavered, but I pressed on.

"I tried convincing myself it was just an infatuation. But no matter what, my feelings for you only grew stronger. And I hate you for that—"

A choked laugh escaped me, tears welling in my eyes.

"I know you have Hayoon. That’s why I never said anything. But now we’re about to graduate… we’re about to part ways. I just—"

I inhaled shakily.

"I know you don’t love me, and I accept that. But my last request is—"

I looked down, voice barely a whisper.

"Remember me. Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams."

Silence.

My chest heaved from the weight of my confession, my vision blurred by unshed tears.

You were still holding me. But you were stiff.

Then, without warning—

You turned me around, gripping my shoulders, forcing me to look at you.

My breath hitched.

Your eyes burned into mine, dark and intense, brimming with something unreadable.

You leaned in, dangerously close, our lips barely apart by an inch.

My heart stopped.

"T-Taehyung, what are you—"

"What if I say I love you too?"

Your voice was lower. Rougher.

It sent a shiver down my spine.

I froze.

"W-What? But Hayoon—"

You sighed softly, eyes searching mine.

"Hayoon and I ended things a few days ago," you admitted. "We realized we liked the idea of us more than we actually liked each other. It got awkward—uneasy. In the end, we knew we were better as friends."

You took a breath, cupping my cheek.

"And then there was you."

My lips parted in shock.

"The more I got to know you, the more I realized what I truly wanted."

You swallowed, the action causing a movement of your Adam's apple.

"I didn’t just enjoy spending time with you, Y/N. I needed it. And after today… after seeing you on that stage, hearing you say those words…"

A small smile played on your lips.

"I’m ready. More than ever."

You let out a breath, your forehead pressing against mine.

"So tell me—do you say yes to our new beginning?"

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I could barely nod fast enough.

"Y-Yes!"

And that was all it took.

Your lips crashed onto mine, molding perfectly as if they had always belonged there.

Unlike before, this wasn’t a performance.

It wasn’t a script.

This time, there were real feelings.

On both sides.

And for the first time—

I am not just your Juliet, your partner for a drama.

I am yours. And you are mine.

— copyright: © @eshieslovemaze 0325.

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ENIGMA | taehyung × fem!reader

summary: you only wanted to get wasted at a club after getting dumped, but ended up fucking a total stranger. 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.

what we left behind... | jungkook × reader

summary: nothing lasts forever. everything comes to an end. so does your relationship with him.

Wildest Dreams | taehyung × reader

summary: a silent love, a stage, and a final chance—will your role as juliet to taehyung's romeo make him finally see you as you've always wished?

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what we left behind... | jungkook

summary: nothing lasts forever. everything comes to an end. so does your relationship with him.

pairing: jungkook × reader

genre: angst, hurt-no-comfort

word count: 2.2k+

warnings/includes: arguments, a relationship falling apart, eventual breakup, crying, mentions of depression

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jungkook and you have been each other's everything for years. your relationship began to bloom in the late years of high school, and blossomed into something truly beautiful by your mid-twenties. your love story was one that your friends both appreciated and envied — two souls who found their way to one another through events aligned by the universe. but life has a way of changing things, and somewhere along the path, you started to drift apart.

it started subtly. you would come home late from your work, too exhausted with your new responsibilities as a high ranked professional to spend your time together. jungkook, overwhelmed with his own workload, would bury himself in his tasks to avoid the palpitating tension at home that only seemed to grow. conversations that used to flow effortlessly between you two became stilted, awkward, and i dare say, suffocating. the little things you once loved and adored about each other became sources of irritation and arguments.

one night, the tension finally boiled over. you fought about something very trivial —who forgot to buy milk, or who left the lights on, and it had escalated into something much darker and irreversible.

"jungkook, why do you always do this? you just shut down, and i feel like i'm talking to a wall! it's like you don't even want to talk with me anymore!" you snapped, your voice shaking with frustration, mind weighed down and haywire from the turn of events between you two.

jungkook's jaw clenched as he tried to keep his temper in check. "and you think i enjoy this? i can’t even remember the last time we had a conversation that didn’t end in a fight!"

"maybe if you actually listened—" you start, but he doesn't let you finish.

"i do listen! but all i hear is how i'm never good enough for you anymore," his voice rose, sharp and cold like a dagger.

you froze, the weight of his words seeping in like water through a sponge. the anger that had fueled you suddenly turned into something else — pain, guilt, and a deep sadness that you didn’t know how to express. "jungkook, you know... that’s not what i mean. i just—"

"just what, y/n? just wish you were with someone else? someone who didn’t disappoint you all the time? someone who isn't me?" his words seemed to bring out every negative emotion within you, his own chest heaved with each laboured breath, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"that’s not fair!" you cried out, your voice breaking. tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them back, telling yourself it's not the time, refusing to let them fall. "i never said that, i would never say that!"

"you didn’t have to," jungkook's voice was cold, distant. the warmth that once filled his eyes when he looked at you was all gone, replaced by a dull resignation, something that you tried to ignore to not break down. "maybe… maybe we’re just fooling ourselves, thinking we can keep doing this, when we both know we can't." he ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.

you stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. "what are you saying? y-you don't mean it, right?" your nostrils flared, eyes blazing with a mixture of rage, guilt, and most importantly, hurt.

jungkook looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "i don’t know what i’m saying. i just— i don’t know how to fix, or do this," he points his index to you and then himself, "anymore."

the room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of your unspoken words pressing down. you felt a tear slip down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. "maybe we just need some time, some space," you whispered, though you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

"yeah," jungkook simply replied, his voice devoid of any emotion as he looked away from your eyes. "maybe."

you didn’t speak again that night, both retreating into your own corners of the house like strangers living under the same roof. as the days turned into weeks, the once-familiar spaces felt increasingly empty. awkwardly polite exchanges, forced smiles, and a palpable tension hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the distance that had grown between you in an unalterable way.

then came the afternoon that would be the turning point of everything. you had suggested that you both go to the café where you had your first date, desparately hoping that a walk down memory lane would rekindle the spark you two have misplaced, and take things back to where they were. jungkook agreed, though he wasn’t really sure if he believed it would help.

the café was just as you remembered from your high school days —warm, cozy, with the same old jukebox in the corner playing soft tunes. you sat at your usual table, the one by the window, but the atmosphere was different now. the once comforting familiarity of the place only highlighted how much had changed between the two of you, igniting the tension instead of bringing back the lost warmth.

both of you forced a small talk, urging yourselves to pretend things were just fine when in all reality, they weren't. The tautness between you was palpable and growing, the uncomfortable silence between your words louder than ever.

you finally broke, your voice trembling as you spoke, "jungkook… do you remember how we used to dream about the future? about us together forever? how we talked about travelling, starting a family, growing old together?" you gulped, supressing the trembling emotions in your throat.

jungkook nodded, his throat tightening, "of course, i do. i remember."

"what happened to us?" your voice finally cracked, your eyes searching his for answers that neither of you had. "when did we stop being… us? when did things change from what they were?"

he looked at you, his own heart aching at the sight of your pain. "i don’t know, really," he admitted, his eyes dimming. "i don’t know when we lost each other. to the point that we let the rough patches take control of everything to the point of no return."

your eyes brimmed with tears, and this time, you couldn’t find it in you to hold them back. "i don’t want to lose you, jungkook. i love you. that... that never changed."

"i love you too, y/n. i know it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, choked with bitter feelings from the situation you both are in. "but maybe… maybe love isn’t enough for us anymore. neither of us are happy..." he weakly trails off.

you felt your heart shatter to dust at his words. you wanted to argue, to deny, to fight for the both of you. but deep down, you knew he was right. you both had been trying to hold on to something that was already gone, lost forever.

you finished your beverages in silence, buying time as both your minds wheeled to weigh the situation. when the twilight pink of the sky darkens with clouds, mirroring your thoughts, you two decide to leave. you two walk to the car, the rain that had started moments ago now falling steadily around you.

you drove back to your shared apartment in silence, neither of you knowing what to say. as you two entered the confinements of your shared home — if it even was a home anymore, you spoke up after finding your voice. "what now, jungkook?"

jungkook glanced at you for a moment before looking away, his chest tight with heavy, bitter feelings. "it's time. we will keep hurting ourselves if this goes on. we need to break up."

you looked up at him, your eyes full of pain, sadness, and regret, "i'll always love you, kook."

"and i'll always love you too, y/n," he replied, his eyes softening with melancholy as he gulped. "but… it’s time to let go."

you nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. you couldn't stop yourself as you leaned in and gave him a final, lingering kiss — a goodbye wrapped in the echo of what you both left behind. he pulled you close, deepening the kiss as you both tasted the saltiness of your tears through the kiss.

as you parted, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a final farewell. your heart ached with every item he placed into his suitcase, each one a piece of your shared life. the rain outside fell in sync with your tears, and you could only stand there, rooted to the spot. he gave you one last, lingering look before walking out the door, out of the world that you both dreamt of growing old in together, leaving it behind forever.

in the next few months, you went through the pits of regret and depression, wheeling your mind to replay every event during your togetherness and calculate what went wrong, when it went all downhill. you cried for days, mourning for what you two left behind. you made yourself a workaholic to stop yourself from spiralling, cooping yourself at your workplace till odd hours to avoid the memories that would rush back when you would step in your once shared home.

but you knew you couldn't grieve forever; you had to move on. slowly, you began having proper meals and taking care of yourself, gradually starting to change the decor of the apartment — as if to bury all the memories. with a heavy heart, you took down all the frames with pictures of two of you, safely placing them in a box and tucking it away in a corner under the bed. it was hard to let go of all those years of memories, but you did it for your own sake, knowing it would have been worse if you two stayed together. when the one-year mark of the break up hit, you believed that you had moved on, no longer caught up in the past. yes, you felt nostalgic at times, but you finally moved on.

you walked into the upscale downtown gallery, eyes sweeping across the room filled with art lovers and collectors. you weren’t here for the art, though; you had arrived tonight to support a friend who was showcasing her paintings for the first time. as you navigated through the crowd while admiring the art pieces on display, your steps faltered, your breath catching in your throat.

there, across the room, was jungkook.

he looked different — slightly older, more polished in a tailored suit, his hair a little longer than you had remembered, his jawline looking slightly angular. your eyes then fell to the woman beside him, laughing at something he said, her hand resting easily on his arm. she looked stunning, so much that a pang of envy shot through you; for now occupying the place you once had.

your heart tightened at the sight. it had been a year since that rainy night, a year since you had gone your separate ways, but seeing him now stirred that all-too-familiar ache in your chest. he looked happy — content in a way you hadn’t seen far too long.

for a moment, you considered turning around, slipping out before he could notice you. but before you could decide, jungkook's eyes caught yours across the room.

at that moment, everything else faded away. the crowd, the noise, the art — all of it blurred into the background as your eyes locked. but the once fiery connection between you was all gone, leaving only a cold, distant recognition in its place.

jungkook's smile slowly dropped, his expression unreadable. you felt a wave of emotions crash over you — nostalgia, regret, a tinge of longing — but most of all, you felt the cold sting of reality. you were no longer the jungkook and you who had shared dreams and whispered secrets in the dark; now you were just two people who had once been in love, but not anymore.

the woman beside jungkook nudged him, drawing his attention back to her. he offered her a small smile and leaned in to whisper something in her ear. a pang of jealousy flared up inside you, but you quickly pushed it down, reminding yourself that you were no longer a part of each other’s lives.

taking a deep breath, you turned away, forcing yourself to walk in the opposite direction. you mingled with the other guests, engaging in polite conversations, but your mind was miles away. the image of jungkook lingered in your mind, and you couldn’t stop replaying the way he had looked at you — like a stranger from a vague memory.

the evening passed in a blur, and as you left the gallery, you couldn’t resist glancing over your shoulder one last time. jungkook was still there, smiling with the woman who now held his attention, his form turned away from you — both literally and figuratively.

as you stepped out into the cool night air, you realized that the chapter of your life with jungkook had truly closed. you had become what you never thought you could — strangers passing by in the night, each on separate paths, separate lives.

with each step away, you finally allowed yourself to let go of the last remnants of what you left behind, embracing the unknown future ahead, no longer haunted by the ghost of your past love.

— copyright: © @eshieslovemaze 0924.

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𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 | kth

summary: you only wanted to get wasted at a club after getting dumped, but ended up fucking a total stranger.

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.

pairing: taehyung × fem!reader

genre: smut, one night stand, one shot, fluff but tiny

rating: 18+

word count: 4k

warnings/includes: smut, drinking, lots of kissing and making out, boob play, fingering, penetrative sex (protected), and that's all, i guess..?

note: hi! first ever post here, so kinda nervous. added to that, it's literally the first smut i wrote, so i am sorry if it's cringey. also, english is not my first language, so please ignore my mistakes. hope you guys like it! ^^

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it takes you a lot to accept that you got dumped in your first ever relationship attempt. not like you were attached to the guy, but it is disheartening and embarrassing. needless to mention, it is also a direct attack on your ego. whatever, it happened, and you should move on from the incident.

and that is how you found yourself in front of one of the popular clubs of the city. it has been a while since you last visited a club, and whatever incident happened today is the perfect excuse for you to be here.

for the first time in a while, you dolled up like you never had before. also chose the dress which you never thought would actually wear - a beige, spaghetti strap, satin short dress, which hugged all the right places. you also did some makeup and decided to leave your hair open for the night. you decide to check your face in the front camera of your phone before getting in. quite obviously, you look gorgeous.

not wanting to tire your feet anymore with those long, white heels, you finally walk into the club after adjusting your dress.

the pink, purple, and blue lights reflect every spot your eyes could see, and the smell of freshly brewed alcoholic cocktails hits your nose. you see a crowd swaying themselves to the beats of the pop song that is playing in the club, excited groans and drunk bodies grinding on each other, as if the people turned blind eye to whatever that was happening except themselves and are completely chained to the rhythm.

the major part of the people inside are seated in the tables, and some are in the private booths; waiters and waitresses scurrying everywhere to meet their demands.

sighing, you make your way to the bar, and sit on one of the tall stools, immediately ordering a vodka. the bartender gets it with a sweet smile, serving it while showing some of his tricks. you get the drink after muttering a 'thank you' to him with a polite smile. you finally take a sip, feeling the liquid rush down your throat with a slight burning sensation. you let your eyes stare into the void, swirling the glass of vodka in your hand and occasionally taking a glance or two at your surroundings. your eyes catch a couple making out at a corner. you sigh, feeling down yet again.

you feel lonely. in this city, in this club, at your workplace, and even at home. most would say that it's normal, and it takes time for one to get habituated in the city they just moved in. while that is true, you couldn't help but feel loneliness crippling your insides more as the days go by.

shaking your head, you decide to not think about it anymore and just get wasted for the night. you chunk the rest of the vodka in one go and order another shot right away. this week was probably the shittiest of your career. of course, you deserve to enjoy and spoil yourself this weekend with no sappy thoughts. you grab the second shot of vodka and make your way to the dance floor after gulping it down in a few sips.

you sway your hips to the beats, already feeling several eyes on you, on the parts where the dress hugs your body tightly. maybe it was the vodka, but you're really enjoying the attention you are getting.

you know you're doing great when several heads turn to look at you.

taking that as a boost to your confidence, you move myself with the rhythm, running your hands through your throat, chest, and stomach to enhance your performance. you feel someone sneak up to your back and circle his arms around your waist, but mindful that he isn't touching you too much to make you uncomfortable. you turn to face the man, and to say you are shocked would be an understatement.

he has to be Aphrodite's son to be this handsome and breathtaking. you take your sweet time studying his face, slowing your movements to do so. his sharp eyes - one monolid and the other doublelid - seem to be staring right at your soul. his nose was high and slender, skin flawless. he has got wide lips with the perfect cupid's bow to ever exist, and you had to control every bit of yourself to not pull him in and kiss those. he sported a black see-through shirt with white abstract designs all over, pairing it with simple, black jeans; which was tight enough to highlight his muscular thighs.

it feels mesmerising. the way he towers over you and looks right in your eyes made you feel too naked under him. you try to get a hold of your mind, trying to push the gush of unholy thoughts away as he is a total stranger to you. his movements are now slowing, matching the beats of the song slowing down as it nears to the end.

"done checking me out?" his voice, naturally baritone and husky, sends shivers down your spine. it fuelled the growing sensuality inside you, which lit the moment you saw him. flushing quite a bit, you chuckle breathily before giving him a reply.

"i can ask you the same," you say. yes, you can notice the way his eyes move practically all over you, lingering longer at those places. while his hands around you itch to hold you closer. even now, it feels like he is resisting the urge to press you to himself and feel you up.

the song ceases, and the speakers are quiet for a while. you two take this moment to scurry yourselves through the crowd to the bar. you both sit down on the stools and look at each other deeply. your gazes are dark, and words are not necessary to understand what you both want.

"kim taehyung," he speaks, extending his right hand for you to shake. he now has a very alluring smile on his velvety lips, openly checking you out under the comparatively brighter lights of the bar. you take his hand and introduce yourself, using your tipsy and sultry voice, letting your eyes do talking for the desires that arose.

you have the hots for each other, and you both know it.

he smirks, seemingly getting your point. "wanna have a talk over some soju?"

"i don't see why not", you reply as he unclasps your palm and casually places his on your knee. that little ounce of hesitation flies away when he sees you being fine with it. he chuckles as he sees the tint of blush on your cheeks deepen, turning to the bartender to get your drinks.

sipping on the soju, you talk and also flirt quite obviously, his hand never leaving your knee, thumb even making little circles over the skin from time to time. by this time, you were both quite tipsy but not drunk enough to be out of your senses.

"would you like to get out of here?" he finally suggests, making your heart do several somersaults with his low, husky voice. his eyes are now anthracite dark, as if hypnotising you to get drowned in them.

"surely, it's quite cramped in here now," your reply made him smirk instantly.

he gets up and extends his hand for you to take, which you gladly do, and guides you to the stairs leading to the rooms on the next floor.

just as you reach the dimly lit corner of the staircase, he pushes you to the wall, caging you between his arms. you feel your heartbeat pick-up since he leans his face to yours, lips almost brushing. from this closeup, you notice all the tiny details of his face, the mole under his eye, the one on his cheek, one right above his nostril, and lastly, the one on his lips.

somehow, the mole makes his lips look more kissable than they already are.

not having the strength to control the pulsating urge any longer, you pull his collar and kiss him hungrily. you feel him smile through your lips, kissing you back with the same desire. when the kiss grows hotter, he bites your lower lip slightly, making you gasp. instantly, he pushes in his tongue, tasting every inch of your mouth.

he pulls away only to drop his head to your neck, placing open-mouthed butterfly kisses all over on your shoulders and collarbones. you couldn't help but pant and slightly moan with how he is making you feel. your heart is on fire, butterflies in the stomach, and you start to feel very light-headed from the excitement.

he licks a spot under your ear before hurriedly latching his mouth on the spot, sucking it like his life depended on it. you throw your head backwards with a gasp, completely leaning on the wall for support as your legs are already so wobbly. your hands automatically snake to his nape, fingers clutching the roots of his hair. he lets out a groan, and you shudder when the warm breath hits your skin.

he moves one of his hands to grip your waist, his thumb circling the skin from above the fabric of the dress. his other hand holds your jaw, angling it in a way that would provide him the perfect spot for his lips to do their job on your neck, throat, and collarbones. you already feel too addicted to his lips; he read well how well your body reacts to him, and he was enjoying every bit of it. suddenly, having the urge to kiss his petal-like lips, you softly hold his face and make him face you, moulding your lips with his in a passionate kiss. his grip on your waist becomes tighter, deepening the kiss even more.

you two pull away after a few moments, trying to stabilize your ragged breaths when he picks you up in bridal style and enters the nearest room. he puts you down, presses your back against the now locked door, and continues leaving love bites on your collarbones. sinful sounds erupt from your throat, and you lost all your self-control as your fingers begin to unbutton his shirt hurriedly. he groans, feeling your fingers on his skin, and you feel even more excited to understand that you make him feel this good.

the next few moments are a blur, your clothes messily lying on the floor in a pile and both of you naked, skin-to-skin on the bed, having the most intense make-out session of your lives. by now, most of the skin on your neck, throat, collarbones, and chest are filled with the reddish-purple marks of his hickeys. you also keep leaving a fair number of love-bites on his shoulders.

his kisses get lower, finally attending to one of your breasts. his mouth do wonders there, lightly tugging and sucking the nipple while his fingers kneaded the other one. you whimper, desperately moaning, wanting to feel more of his touch, more of him.

your fingers occupy themselves by nestling into the roots of his hair and tugging on the locks, making him grunt. he looks up to see your face, and fuck, you're beautiful.

he felt himself twitch, too needy to be one with you. however, he decided to stretch the foreplay longer, wanting to see how long you both could go on.

he pinched your bud, wet with his saliva. you roll your eyes to the back of your head with pleasure, moaning like you never had before. he is extremely good at what he is doing. you inhale sharply when he licked the middle of your bosom and immediately goes to the unattended boob, mercilessly sucking and leaving marks on the soft flesh.

your breaths were becoming shorter, and you could feel the wetness between your thighs grow, impatiently pressing them together to get some sort of friction.

taehyung notices and looks up to your eyes, smirking.

"shall we move on with the next part, princess? do you feel ready?"

he comes back to your neck, burying his face in its crook as he speaks, and he can feel your skin shiver when his hot breath hits it.

you nodded, eyes closed and chest heaving.

"words, princess."

you never knew getting immensely turned on by just words was possible, until tonight.

"mhm, y-yes."

you hear his husky chuckle, which is something you have heard countless times since the last few hours, and yet feel your breath hitch. you look up to his eyes when she feel the weight on your neck evaporate, only to see him smirk a bit as he throws his body weight to his right side.

"spread your legs for me, princess."

it is as if you are charmed by his dark, lusty eyes since you spread your legs instantly.

trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach due to the pet-name, you focus on his large veiny hands as they pull apart her thighs wider, exposing you bare for himself.

"now, just lay back and relax, princess."

saying so he starts rubbing his thumb over your clit, in an agonisingly slow pace, yet you have to bite back a moan.

his eyes move back and forth, from your wet folds and your face, not wanting to miss any expression you make for him.

"already this wet for me, huh?"

"who w-wouldn't be?"

an amused chuckle vibrates from his throat, enjoying what you just uttered.

"you turn me on so bad darling", he says with mischief dripping from his voice, holding that steamy eye contact.

"you do the same to me," you say in a breath, not trying to stutter more and just drown in the pool of euphoria he is giving you.

his index finger now begins making a line to the wet slit, finally stopping at your entrance. ever so slowly and teasingly he pushed his finger in, your back arching against the mattress due to the feeling.

"fuck, you are so beautiful", he says, unaware of the butterflies he just erupted in your stomach.

heart drumming in your ears, you loudly moan as he fingers faster, rhythmically moving his finger in and out as he adds another of his long fingers in, stretching your lower lips wider, now dripping wet from arousal slick. he began pushing his fingers into you even more, exploring most of your inner walls. he slightly curls one finger while moving the another one slightly, discovering a new spot. you suddenly writhe, becoming a moaning mess. one of your hands holds onto his bicep that supports his body, and the other fists the sheets like your life depends on it. he stimulates that spot even more, adding another finger into your folds swiftly. almost immediately, you start to feel a knot that begins forming in the pit of your lower abdomen.

"taehyung, i t-think i-i'm close," you already feel lightheaded from what is yet to come.

"oh, princess, you shouldn't be," saying so, he pulls out his fingers, very wet from your juices. you miss the feeling of his fingers inside you and shamelessly want to feel more of him.

"fuck," you curse loudly, choking on your own breath when he licks your juices clean from his fingers, sensually putting them in his mouth, eyes looking into your soul.

he lowers to your lips to press a searing kiss, making you taste yourself in it; hovering above you by the support of his hands beside your head as both groan into the kiss. you unhesitatingly buckle your hips towards his bare groin, not being able to contain your excitement when his hardened tip brushes against your stimulated clit. you shudder, feeling it press on your sensitive spots down there.

"i'll get the condom," he informs you before moving to the edge of the bed, hand finding his wallet from his discarded clothing. he pulls out the silver packaging, casually throwing his wallet over the pile of clothes after. he comes back to you, eyeing your naked form as you take his sizzling presence in. he is not too muscular but has a lean and strong looking physique, which makes him desirable in so many ways. he is undeniably handsome, attractive, and everything a woman would want her ideal man to be. his honey skin shone from the thin layer of sweat under the dim lights, making the sexiness in his aura increase, if it was even possible; by now you honestly wondered where he has been until tonight.

you are pulled away from your trace of thoughts about the person before you when he rips the silver packaging open with his teeth, with a squeaky noise. you watch him pumping his already hardened dick a few times before slipping it in the condom, precum dripping from the head as it twitches while he covers it. you do not fail to notice how prominent the excited veins look, making it appear thicker and longer than it already is. your breath quickens with the visual, veins full of adrenaline, as he brings himself back to you.

He lifts himself up on his knees, biceps bulging as he hoists your legs above his shoulders in prompt movements, strong palms on your lower thighs to hold you in position.

aligning his dick with your entrance, he pushes his tip into your folds, groaning in the process as you breaks into a loud moaning mess for the nth time the night. your drenched folds welcomes his girth as he slides in halfway.

"aghh, taehyung!"

"right, princess, scream my name."

he just loved  how vocal you are. his calculative eyes read every movement and every body language of yours with ease, satisfied for both giving and having a good time.

as the two of you breathe heavily, he gives you some moments to adjust to his size. even though he did a wonderful job at stretching you during the foreplay, you are still tight, and it is good; it felt good.

he tries to go as deep as possible, actions sending you over to the edge. he rests for a few seconds when he found your deepest spot, and drags his dick back to the tip only to slam it back again, in a pace you had never imagined of ever before, your pelvises pressing together.

the room seems to fog up with the smell of sex and sweat, also filling up with the unholy sounds released with every breath they exhale.

it was oddly exhilarating.

neither of them thought that they would get laid tonight, but they don't regret it at all. it's their best night of their lives.

the hands that supported your lower body as he is ramming into your insides, now start to itch, to touch more of those places of your curves; the places he couldn't seem to get enough of.

he squeezes the arch of your waist and then dips his head to place more hickeys on your collarbones. he gladly admits that he is addicted to them, to the high feeling that comes when he sees his marks blooming in dark shades on your skin.

he slows his pace a little, focusing on the skin of your collarbones for the time being. you mewl, your fingers almost digging into his shoulders to anchor yourself. he goes above to lick a stripe on your jaw.

he keeps going slow, hitting the spot he found the most enigmatic response on, while you tighten your grip on him, running your fingers through his glistening skin.

he then uses a thumb to fondle with her clit, teasing the sensitive bud as he increases the pace with every thrust.

"i t-think i'm gonna c-cum," you stumble on your words through the overstimulation.

he only replies to you with a breathy chuckle, a little nod, and by thrusting harder.

the knot in the pit of your stomach finally comes undone, your orgasm rippling out in waves as you break out into a loud, shaky moan. he keeps slamming into you through it, chasing his own orgasm as his seed fills the condom. he groans, pulling out himself out of you and pausing for a moment to catch his breath.

he takes the condom out, makes a knot by the opening, and disposes it off in the trashcan before dropping on the bed right beside you.

you both pant heavily for a few moments. he then gets up, drinks some water from the bottle on the nightstand and also helps you drink from the bottle, supporting your shoulders.

"we should get cleaned up," he speaks, baritone voice soft, a total opposite of the voice from before.

"too tired, just wanna sleep," you mumble, eyes drooping, and he almost cooes. he places a peck on your forehead smilingly, deciding to let it go as he lies on the sheets next to you. just as he covered both of them with the duvet, you snuggle into his side and hug his arm in a cuddling position.

he feels the warmth that bubbled in his heart with your action and brings an arm around your back, now both facing each other and cuddling into each other.

tired from the prior activities, you drifted to sleep almost immediately, finding comfort in each others' arms.

you stirr awake when it seemed like it has been a few hours into the morning already. the faint sunrays that filtered through the curtains were the only source of light in the room.

feeling the hand encircled around your bare waist, the chest pressed against your back and the breaths on your neck, you remembered all that happened last night.

now that the alcohol and hormones wore off, you felt incredibly shy and attempted to curl to yourself from the giddy feeling of having a good sex the night before. you aren't at all horrified. you both knew that you wanted it.

sensing your movements, he wakes. e pulls you closer to him and buries his face on the crook of your neck, breathing my scent.

he's making you feel things.

"good morning, princess. had a nice sleep?" his morning voice is dangerously husky and very pleasing to listen to first thing in the morning, making your breath hitch.

"i did, you?" you ask, still not facing him, timid to show him the blushed up face.

"best I've ever slept in a while, since i had you to hold on to."

not being able to hold yourself, you turned around and placed an innocent peck on his lips. but what he does next shocks you, in a good way, though.

lightly snaking his fingers around your nape, he pulls you forward and kisses you softly, your lips stretching in a grin as you feel him smile through it.

when you part and face each other, he holds eye contact for a bit before speaking.

"we should get going, i think it's around nine already," he gets up, pulling you up as he did. you rummage through the pile of clothes for your phone, and indeed, it was five minutes to nine.

you suddenly remember that you were still naked, the thought making heat rush to your cheeks.

"we should get dressed," i shyly speak, fingers playing with the duvet.

"why? is all the boldness from last night gone now?" he smirks.

you lightly hit his arm, "shut up," but he only laughs.

by the time you get washed up and dressed, it got awkward all of a sudden.

'does it end here?'

'will we be just acquaintances who fucked one night now?'

'will it be okay to start from here?'

'is it weird to want to be close just after a night of casual fucking?'

these were your thoughts. you yearned for more, but did not know how to address it.

"uhm taehyung, would you be free for lunch later?" you are the first one to initiate, hoping with everything that he doesn't deny, and you don't end up embarrassing yourself.

"sure, put your number in, i'd pick you up," he says with his wide boxy grin, handing his phone to you, his eyes showing how much he appreciates you for bringing it up.

"of course."

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