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First Second Meeting

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When Taehyung shows up at your office, it’s supposed to be casual. Just a hello. But maybe some connections don’t fade—they just wait. It’s nothing. Probably. Maybe.

a/n: I just couldn’t not be part of their return celebrations. So even though I’m super busy (and exhausted), I finished editing this chapter. They’re so cute in this one, and we’re starting to learn more about their adult personalities. Hope you’ll enjoy it ❤️

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Thursday, July 11th

You decided to work from home on Tuesday and Wednesday.

On Tuesday, you fell asleep after hours of trying to replay that July night in your head and thinking how, of all people, Kim Taehyung had returned to your life. 

Well, no to your life per se. 

But back to your vicinity. And back into your thoughts. 

So you chose to start your day later and exchange your commute to work with sleeping in. You have the privilege, so you enjoy it. 

Wednesday was a shitty rainy day and you only had meetings with people working from remote. 

So you saw no reason to go to the office. 

But today, you had a meeting you wanted to attend in person. 

The meeting went well. Long and tiring, but still productive. You had to talk for almost two hours, presenting the new projects for each team. 

You walk back with Allison, a manager of the FE team. Her team office is right next to yours. She tells you how she got drenched yesterday when she went back home, and that you made a good choice staying at home. 

When is it not the best choice?

You’re about to enter your office when she says, “Oh, forgot to tell you. Some guy came looking for you on Tuesday and yesterday.” 

“Came looking for me? Who?” 

“I have no idea.” 

“You didn’t ask him who he was? Or what he wanted?” you ask, amused. 

“Oh, no,” she says as if this possibility just occurred to her.

You laugh at her expression. “Well, what can I do with this information then?”

“Well,” she imitated your amused tone, “I told him you worked from home and that he can email you, or something.”

You crunch your eyebrows trying to remember with whom you talked over the past two days. Someone that Allison might not know. “John? from HR?” 

She shakes her head, “No. Not him. I know John. The guy was younger.” You spot her ears turning a light shade of pink. 

“Thank you for this very helpful information,” you say sarcastically and laugh. “If it’s something important, he knows where to find me”, you shrug and go into your office. 

After some more morning meetings and calls, you answer some emails and assign tasks from yesterday’s sprint meeting.

It’s almost noon when you receive a Slack notification. 

[11:48 pm] Taehyung Kim: Hi, are you at the office? 

Oh. 

This is unexpected. 

You are kind of shocked. 

You also kind of forgot about the whole Kim-Taehyung-starting-to-work-at-your-company situation. Trying to avoid thinking about it—him since Monday.  

Could he be the ‘younger’ guy who came looking for you? 

You stare at the screen.

“We’re going to Caffe Leon for launch at one-ish. Wanna come?”

You’re startled by someone talking to you from your office door. 

James is leaning against the door frame, raising an eyebrow at your lack of response. 

“Hmm yeah, sure,” you say, slowly blinking as if trying to make your brain process what’s going on. 

James frowns a bit, as if not sure what this response means. “Okay.. I’ll call you when we go,” he says as he leaves. 

You return your eyes to the screen. 

The message is still there. 

It wasn’t an illusion. 

You sigh. Feeling ridiculous at your reaction. 

You’re a fucking grown woman. 

He’s just someone from your past. An old friend you might say.

[11:54 pm] y/n l/n: yeah, I’m here now. 

You look at your answer. 

Is it weird? 

Do you sound weird? 

Maybe you’re being too casual? 

It’s not like he’s your friend. 

He’s your colleague. 

You try to think of something to add. 

What can you say? 

Should you ask him if he’s here? 

Why would you ask that? 

That’s weird. 

For sure. 

Did you come off too eager? 

Maybe you should’ve just send a ‘yes.’ 

Or ‘yeah.’

 ‘Yep’? 

What is the normal thing to say? 

How do people talk?

“Hi.” 

A deep voice startles you. 

You snap your eyes up. 

Fucking Kim Taehyung.

He raises his hand in a little wave with a small, almost shy smile. 

He looks good. 

Oh, god. 

Not only does his face look as gorgeous as ever, but he has that clean, rich, got-his-life-together kind of vibe now.

He’s wearing dark brown loose slacks and a cream shirt with the sleeves casually cuffed. His hair is dark and thick, styled effortlessly in a middle part.

He looks every bit the part of a young, cool art director.

“Hi,” you smile and wave a bit awkwardly. 

Immediately cringed at your awkwardness. 

“Can I come in?” he asks as he steps into your office.

You nod, and he smiles fully. 

You see his eyes scanning your office briefly, lingering on the flowers on your meeting table. 

He opens his mouth and closes it, as if he were going to say something but had changed his mind. 

“Hmm, I thought I saw you at the toast on Monday. I wanted to say hi but couldn’t find you afterward. So I looked up your name and found your office number. Hope it’s not too weird.” 

He scratches the back of his neck and chuckles. 

“Oh, sorry. I had to go right after the toast. I did not plan my schedule well,” you say, trying to sound like a normal person.

You’re not sure if you do. 

“Oh good, I was worried you tried to avoid me, and I’m ruining your plan,” he says with a teasing smile. 

“Maybe I am trying to avoid you, and you are ruining my plan?” you try to bite back. The teasing comes surprisingly naturally to you. Maybe you can fool him into thinking you’re a normal person. 

You can do that. 

Probably. 

“But we’re colleagues now. I can’t be straight-up rude to you and tell you I am,” you mock-glare at him. 

“I could believe that,” he chuckles a bit. 

“I came looking for you the other day. I’ve been told you’re working from home, so I made sure before I came today. I wouldn’t let you avoid me so easily,” Taehyung says with a wink and takes another step toward your desk. 

You laugh at this. 

It’s nice. 

It reminds you that you are old friends and it’s nice to meet him again after all these years. 

It doesn’t have to be awkward.

If you won’t make it awkward.

Like the scenario you cooked up in your mind. 

Maybe you could be friends.

“I actually came to see if you wanted to go for lunch. You know, to help your new colleague adjust to the new job,” he says with a big boxy smile. He looks pleased with himself, pleased that you play with him. 

“Yes, sure,” you smile back. 

“Oh, I already have lunch plans for today,” you say, remembering you had just said yes to James to go with them. 

“But maybe we can go tomorrow?” you try to suggest. 

“I have meetings outside the office tomorrow, I won’t be here. What about Monday?” 

You look at the monitor and open your calendar, “I have lunch meetings on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday?” you look back at him.

He wince, “I have a welcome lunch with the project managers.” 

“Thursday?” he says in a questioning tone. 

You glance down at your calendar and look back at him with a smile, “Thursday works for me.”

He smiles back, “Then Thursday it is.” 

Taehyung turns and steps to leave your office. He stops at your door and turns. 

He smiles, “You should decide where we are going. As the senior.” 

You cock an eyebrow at him, “Okay, fine. Let me do all the work.” 

He laughs and waves as he leaves the room. 

Taehyung is out of your office when he turns again and leans his head into the room, “It’s really nice seeing you again, y/n” he says with a smile and then really leaves. 

You feel your heart beat loudly all of a sudden. 

Interacting with Taehyung was easy and natural. More than you thought. 

But now that he’s not in the same room as you, you feel anxious again. 

It’s just lunch. You tell yourself like a mantra.

And you also have a week to prepare for this. 

Or to repress what just happened. 

Thursday, July 11th - earlier that day

Taehyung stares at the empty dialogue window with you. 

He has already typed and deleted a message a few times. 

He prefers to talk to you directly, but when he came to look for you in the previous two days, the girl who works in the office next to you said that you worked from home. 

He assumes she’s one of your employees, so he didn’t ask her to tell you he came by.

He felt it would not be very professional of him. 

And he didn’t want to come again, and you won’t be there. 

It might look like he’s a stalker. 

And it was inappropriate. 

As a director at the same company. 

He actually wanted to talk with you after the welcome toast…

Back to Monday, July 8th

Taehyung heart skips a bit as he enters the hall where his welcome toast is being held. And it’s not from nerves for his speech.

It’s you.

Taehyung immediately recognized you as he entered the room, as if your presence had pulled him. 

You haven't changed a bit. 

You’re still as gorgeous as he remembers you were 12 years ago. 

He wasn’t sure if you’ll recognize him. 

He feels that he has changed a lot in the past 12 years. 

Suddenly, he’s not sure he changed for the better. And the thought makes him not so excited about meeting you again. 

He doesn’t have time to ponder on that. The CEO next to him starts the toast, and you look at him. 

By your expression, he knows you recognized him. 

He feels relieved; if you recognize him, it could mean he still has some of himself left in him. 

Taehyung tries to suppress his smile from seeing you and from the blush that spreads on your face. 

It’s cute, he thinks. 

He always found you cute. 

He raises the glass to gesture a small hello to you. 

You don’t return the gesture as someone beside you takes your attention. Saying something to your ear. 

He can’t help but sneak small glances in your direction. At the end of his speech, he catches your gaze for a moment. 

He wants to go directly to talk to you. Telling you he’s happy seeing you. And that what are the odds you two work at the same place?

And that you’re still as pretty as you were. 

Well. Maybe he shouldn’t say this right away. 

But he’s immediately surrendered by others who come to introduce themselves and shake his hand. 

He has no choice but to put on his friendly smile and interact with everyone. 

By the time he can see the room again, he doesn’t see you. 

He stays and talks with his new colleagues. Trying to get to know the people and what they do.

Some girls might have been a bit too friendly, but he’s careful. He’s not trying to flirt at work.

At least not too much. 

A little over two hours after the toast started, Taehyung finally leaves the office building. 

He’s buzzed from the one too many champagne glasses he had, standing outside the building, and lights up a cigarette. The warm summer night does nothing to help him sober up.

He couldn’t find you at all, and he wondered if you tried to avoid him. 

The thought sets uncomfortably in his stomach. 

It brings back the awkwardness and shame he felt in the months following his actions that July night 12 years ago. 

He always tried to convince himself that you didn’t regret him, that it was just natural that you drifted apart, going to different colleges. Starting new chapters in your life.

But right now, it’s hard for him to believe it.   

Jungkook and he planned to meet for drinks after the toast to celebrate his new job. 

He’s thinking of canceling and ordering the Uber straight to his apartment instead of the bar.

But then he’s thinking about being alone again in his new apartment. He’ll go with the distraction in the form of Jeon Jungkook. 

And more alcohol. 

Taehyung orders an Uber to their usual bar next to Jungkook's place and checks his messages. 

[08:32 pm] The JJK: finished at the gym

[08:32 pm] The JJK: lmk when you leave your little party

[09:17 pm] Taehyung: omw

“I almost thought that you found some new hot colleague and bailed on me,” Jungkook says as he pats Taehyung's shoulder from his side. 

Taehyung turns to him, “I’m the one waiting for you. How exactly did you think that I was bailing on you?”

“What are we drinking?” Jungkook says as he looks at Taehyung's glass, ignoring his question. 

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at what he sees, “Whiskey? Are we trying to get plastered on a Monday night?”

Taehyung chuckles, a little bitterly, “I thought we were supposed to celebrate my new job.”

“We do. New job, new apartment, new city, new women. New Taehyung.” Jungkook grins and goes to the bar to order a drink for himself. 

They talk about their day at work. 

Taehyung talks about all the annoying bureaucracy he had to handle today, his new office, and how nice the view is. He tells him about cool new projects he already has in mind and the creative he’s planning for the Holiday season. 

“I’m really happy for you. I haven’t seen you so excited about something for a long time,” Jungkook says as he raises his glass. 

It makes Taehyung happy. 

He wasn’t a good friend in the last year, or even more. 

And Jungkook deserves peace of mind from him. 

He thinks about whether he should tell him about you. But he decided to wait with this, unsure how it would affect his current good mood. 

“So, how was your day?” Taehyung asks, chasing away the thoughts about you from his mind. 

Jungkook owns a boxing gym. He tells him about a trainee who has a fight in a few weeks and how he improved. He also tells him about the new equipment he plans to purchase and how he thinks it’ll upgrade his gym. 

Jungkook loves his job. And Taehyung finds it inspiring, he enjoys the enthusiasm that sticks with him. 

After a while, they are a few drinks in. 

They entertained some cute girls who were sitting next to them. It was just a casual conversation, a little flirting. Nothing more. 

“Why didn’t you ask the blond girl for her number? She was basically begging you to take her home”, Jungkook teases with a chuckle after the girls leave.

“Hmmm, I'm not in the mood. I'd rather talk with you, bestie.” Taehyung answers with a chuckle.

“Well, I’m flattered you want me, but I’m not into you like that.”

Taehyung punches Jungkook in the shoulder and rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

“Okay, I admit, she wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. But since when does it bother you? I’m not saying you should marry her.”

Taehyung laughs at his remark and shrugs. He doesn’t have an answer to that. 

“So, did you meet some interesting colleagues today? ” Jungkook asks after a few seconds of quiet. Taehyung knew this question was coming, and he knew Jungkook was waiting for the right moment to pop it.

“Women colleagues,” Jungkook clarifies the intention of his question, for the chance Taehyung didn’t catch what he intended. 

Taehyung sighs and he thinks of you for a second, “No, not really. I’m not planning on getting involved with someone I work with, you know? Could turn ugly.”

“Also, I’m a new director. Sleeping with employees doesn't exactly deliver the best first impression.” 

Jungkook nods before saying, “What about meeting someone you actually might like? Someone that you could date.” Jungkook talks slowly, like he’s explaining to a little child. 

“You know that I’m not looking for this right now, Kook. ” Taehyung says as he sips from his drink, trying to wash the bitter taste saying it left in his mouth.

“Why not? You can’t just keep sleeping around with random girls that you can barely stand,” Jungkook fires back, like he had this line planned. 

Taehyung laughs at that, but it lacks humor. “What is the problem with sleeping around? That’s exactly what you do! You just suggest me to take that girl number!”

Jungkook gives him a no-bullshit look, “I wasn’t serious. And it’s not the same.” 

Tahyung raises his eyebrows, “Enlighten me then about how it’s not the same.”  

Jungkook sighs as he needs to explain the simplest thing in the world to a dumb person, “I'm okay with sleeping around. More than okay, actually.” Jungkook says teasingly, and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“But you, my friend, you are not like this,” Jungkook says in a more serious voice than Taehyung expects.

“You intently go for women who are not your type at all,” Jungkook adds.

“I don’t have a type,” Taehyung fires back too quickly, too defensively.

“Okay.” Jungook cocks a brow at him. “You don’t have a type. But you’re definitely not into the type of girls you’ve been with in the past year. Or even past several years.” 

Taehyung knows what he means. 

He also knows that he’s right. 

But he’s not feeling like admitting it right now. 

“Also, come on. You’re not a casual sex kind of guy. You love relationships and romance and all that bullshit.” 

He’s right. 

But Taehyung doesn’t know what to say. He’s not ready. He’s too much of a mess. And it’s not like he has a good record with these things anyway.

As he doesn’t say anything, Jungkook continues, “Work is a good place to find nice, smart, interesting women. Someone you might actually like, as I said.”

“When did you become a relationship guru?” Taehyung laughs.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Since my friend is a complete idiot and needs me to tell him the obvious.” 

He knows what Jungkook is trying to say, and he also knows that he means well and wants to help him. 

“Thank you,” he says with a sigh.

They remain quiet after this. Jungkook knows that this is where this conversation ends. For now. 

Taehyung thinks about you again. And he downs the remains of his drink. 

He’s on his 4th or 5th drink. 

He lost count, and his mind is swirling. 

Before he can even think about it, he says, 

“Remember y/n?”

Jungkook looks at him with big eyes and blinks a few times as if processing whether he heard him right, 

" Y/N? From high school?”

Taehyung nods, and Jungkook returns him a shit-eating grin, “Of course I remember her. What about her?”

“I saw her today,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. 

“At the toast. I guess she works there as well,” he adds as he fails to suppress a smile. 

The surprised expression on Jungkook's face is almost comical. 

“Why didn’t you start with this?!” Jungkook hits his shoulder, way too hard, before continuing to shout at him, “And what do you mean by ‘you guess’?! What did she say?!”

“I only saw her during the speeches, and when it was over, she wasn’t there anymore,” Taehyung sighs, “so I don’t have anything to tell?”

Jungkook gives him a no-bullshit look for what feels like the tenth time today. 

“Your crush from high school magically showed up at your new job, and you have nothing to tell? Come on, Taehyung.”

“She's not my crush,” Taheyung snaps.

“Cooome oooon, Taehyung,” Jungkook says again and sighs loudly, waving his hand in frustration.

Taehyung says nothing, and Jungkook continues, “We knew. Her friends knew. You knew. Everyone with eyes knew. I always told you you’re obvious. You always looked at her with puppy eyes.” 

Jungkook pauses briefly before continuing, “And with everything that happened with her...”

Taehyung feels a lump in his throat. An upsetting feeling settled in his stomach with that mention. 

Jungkook knows about what happened between you two. Taehyung told him a few weeks after that night when he was pissed out drunk. 

He’s not the type to kiss and tell, but he had to confide in someone. He needed someone to tell him that you don’t hate him and that you don’t think he’s a piece of shit. 

“Well, it doesn’t matter. She basically fled the toast and avoided me,” Taehyung says bitterly. 

“Here you go again with your overthinking,” Jungkook groans. He points his finger at him and says, “You don’t know that. Maybe she didn't feel good and wanted to go home. Or she might have had other plans and needed to go.” 

Neither of them talks for a few seconds as Taehyung thinks about this very possible, very logical explanation. 

Since when has Jungkook been logical one? 

Jungkook sighs, “At least tell me you’ll talk to her. I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you.” 

Taehyung smiles a bit. 

Jungkook is right. 

He can talk with you. 

It can be nice.

Later that night, Tuesday, July 9th

Taehyung lies in his bed. 

He’s drunk. 

They drank way too much for a Monday night. 

He realizes it’s already Tuesday and that he will be too tired for his real first day at his new job. 

He curses himself. 

Why does he always have to fuck things up?

He logs into his work account to check where your office is. 

It’s stupid. 

He won’t remember it tomorrow. But he feels like he needs to do something. 

He finds your profile. 

<picture> Name: L/n Y/n Department: Software Engineering  Title: Director  Office: 1622 Mail: l/n.y/n@XXXXX.com Phone: XXXXXXXX

He stares at your picture. 

You look good. 

And professional. 

And too young for the director title. 

He’s impressed but not surprised. 

You were always really smart. He always liked that about you. 

It suddenly occurs to him that he’s also a director. 

You’re at the same level. 

It’s not like dating another employee. He feels happy, smiling, letting his drunken mind think for a second like he has a chance with you. 

He looks back at your photo. He hasn’t seen you for 12 years. You have matured beautifully. 

He tries to think about what your life was like all those years. 

Then it hits him. 

You could be in a relationship. Even married. It makes more sense that you are than that you are not. You’re beautiful and successful and smart. What are the odds that someone like you would still be single? 

He does something he’s not proud of and tries to look up your socials. 

He finds none. 

He put his phone on the nightstand with a sigh. He should stop. 

He tries his best to sleep, but he falls asleep only when he sees the first rays of the sun. 

Tuesday, July 9th

Taehyung sits at his desk in his new office. All the pictures and things he brought to decorate are still inside the boxes. 

He musters up the courage to go to your office. 

It’s stupid. 

He’s a grown man who only plans to ask you to go to lunch. 

Nothing more. He doesn’t know your status anyway. 

And he definitely doesn’t want to make the same mistakes his stupid horny 18 years old did. 

He quickly gets up from his desk and goes to the elevator to the 16th floor. 

He goes to your office, number 1622. Under the number, there’s a sign

1622 Director, Software Engineering Department  Y/n L/n

That’s the office. But the door is closed, and it looks like the lights are off through the glass wall. 

The door to the office next to it is open. He peeks inside. It’s an office for a small team, and they look at him. 

“Hi, is this y/n office?” He gestures to his left with his finger. 

It’s a stupid question. Obviously, it’s your office. It says so on the door. 

“Umm, yeah,” says a young woman with a shy smile. 

“She’s not here, tho. She works from home,” she answers quickly. 

“No. Like, today. She does work from this office, but today, she works from home,” she continues to rumble, and her ears turn red. 

Taehyung smiles. 

“Okay, thank you,” he says, returning to his office. 

Wednesday, July 10th

Taehyung finds himself back on the 16th floor. But before he even reaches your office, he encounters the same woman from yesterday. 

She smiles and blushes, “If you’re here for y/n, she works from home again.” 

“Oh,” Taehyung tried not to look too disappointed. 

“You can reach her by Slack. She usually answers fast.”

“Yeah, thank you,” he waves and returns to his office. 

He doesn’t say more. He doesn’t want to tell your employee he prefers to see you.

Later that night, he sits in his apartment. 

It’s kind of lifeless. He has only bought the necessary furniture so far. It is a nice new apartment with a nice city view, but he didn’t decorate or make any changes that make this place feel like it’s his. 

He half watches something on TV and half scrolls on social media. 

[10:12 pm] The JJK: so…

[10:12 pm] The JJK: have you talked to her? 

Taehyung sighs. He’s trying not to think that you haven’t come to the office in the last two days because you’re avoiding him. He knows that he’s probably wrong. He doesn’t think he has such an impact on your choices, but still. 

[10:13 pm] Taehyung: No, she wasn’t at the office

[10:13 pm] Taehyung: wanna play overwatch? 

[10:13 pm] The JJK: why havnt you emailed her or smth? 

[10:14 pm] The JJK: maybe she didn’t change her number from high school

[10:14 pm] The JJK: I haven’t changed mine

[10:16 pm] The JJK: -shared contact- <y/n 😇> 

[10:16 pm] Taehyung: dude

[10:16 pm] Taehyung: u have to chill 

[10:16 pm] Taehyung: I’m just going to say hi

[10:16 pm] The JJK: you can say hi over txt

[10:17 pm] Taehyung: you know I’m not good with text

[10:18 pm] The JJK: true 

[10:19 pm] Taehyung: so, overwatch? 

[10:19 pm] The JJK: do you want me to help you write a msg? 

[10:19 pm] Taehyung: bro 

[10:19 pm] Taehyung: wtf 

[10:19 pm] Taehyung: I’m not a horny teen that needs help to get a girl 

[10:20 pm] The JJK: u r horny tho 

[10:20 pm] Taehyung: JEON JUNGKOOK

[10:20 pm] Taehyung: you need to fkn chill

[10:20 pm] Taehyung: I’m only going to talk to her as a friend 

[10:20 pm] Taehyung: there’s nothing more to it

[10:21 pm] The JJK: ok jeez

[10:21 pm] The JJK: I just want you to be “friends” with her

[10:21 pm] The JJK: OK?

[10:21 pm] The JJK: you need new friends anyway 

[10:22 pm] Taehyung: 🙄

[10:22 pm] Taehyung: ur the worst

[10:22 pm] The JJK: what

[10:22 pm] The JJK: I'm just trying to help

[10:22 pm] The JJK: and y/n was cool

[10:22 pm] The JJK: it’ll be good for u

[10:23 pm] Taehyung: I’ll try to talk with her tmrw 

[10:23 pm] Taehyung: now will u drop it?

[10:23 pm] Taehyung: overwatch??

[10:24 pm] The JJK: yeah

[10:24 pm] The JJK: lobby in 15

Back to Thursday, July 11th

[11:48 pm] Taehyung Kim: Hi, are you at the office?

Taehyung stares at the message.

He’s not good over text. 

He just wanted to check if you’re here today, and he’ll come to your office to say hi. 

He’s getting anxious about why you don’t answer right away. 

The woman from the office next to yours said you answer quickly.

He understands that it’s stupid. You are probably just busy with something. 

He should also work. He returns to the presentation he’s preparing to showcase for the holidays’ creative. 

[11:54 pm] y/n:  yeah, I’m here now. 

Taehyung takes a deep breath. You do answer fast. 

He decides to wait a little before he goes, so as not to look too eager. 

It works for two minutes, and he’s already on his way to your office. 

The door is open. So he stands at the door.

Your eyes are on the screen. You don’t seem to notice that he’s there yet. 

Your eyebrows frown slightly. You look concentrated on what you do.

He wonders what you’re working on. He wishes he knew, but he probably won’t understand anyway. 

It’s weird that he stands there staring. So he cleans his throat and goes with a simple hi. 

You look up at him, and he steps into your office.

He can’t suppress his smile.

He looks around, scanning your office.

It’s a nice big office, with a great view. Similar to his. 

It feels like you. You have pictures and paintings decorating the walls. 

A few plants and some books are on the shelf unit.

Your desk is tidy. There are two big monitors, a keyboard, and a mouse. 

You also have an iPad by your side, and it looks like you're writing notes on it. 

There are also a little succulent and a couple of frames. But they’re turned your way.

Taehyung wonders if it’s pictures of you with your boyfriend. Or husband. Or pictures of your kids. 

The flowers on the meeting table catch his eye. 

He wonders who got them for you. 

He almost asks you this, but he snaps out of it. 

He doesn’t ask. He’s not sure if it’s the kind of thing you’d want to talk about with him.

He shifts his gaze instead.

He’s awkward, stumbling over his words a little. Rumbling some shit.

But you—

you make a sharp comment, playful and quick.

It catches him off guard and makes him grin.

That spark between you hasn’t changed.

Your rhythm, your charm—it’s still there.

You’re also smiling now. Relaxed.

He finds himself wanting to stay longer, to keep this going.

But he nods, offers a soft “see you later,” and heads back.

Next Thursday. 

He has a reason to see you again.

His chest feels lighter. His heart races just a little.

He opens a box in his office and pulls out a framed painting.

For the first time today, it feels like maybe he can do this.

Sunday, July 14th

It’s a sunny Sunday, coming on a fun weekend.

Yesterday you went out for dinner and drinks with Sohee, Gabby, and some other friends.

Now, you’re soaking up the sun in Michelle's garden with her and Gabby.

She made you mimosas, and the combination of the alcohol and the sun on your head makes your mind swirl in a warm kind of way. 

Her cute kid, Alex, plays by your side with his toy trucks. 

Michelle tells you about adjusting Alex to a new kindergarten, while Gabby consults you about the last guy she was seeing.

You all agree she should end things with him—she deserves someone she’s actually excited about.

“What about you, y/n?” Michelle turns to you. 

“What about me?” you ask, feigning innocence as you take a sip.

“Have you been seeing anyone? Been on a date?”

“Yeah, what about the guy I gave you his number? Grayson?” Gabby adds. 

“There’s not much to tell,” you shrug. “We tried talking, but we couldn’t find a time to meet. We’ve both been busy. And the convo just kind of died.”

They don’t look thrilled with your answer, but they let it drop. They know it’s a sensitive subject. And you don’t feel like discussing this. 

You need relaxed moments on the weekends more than discussing your dating life. Or lack of them.

“So, how’s work going? Any new projects?” Michelle diverts the conversation after a few awkward moments of silence. 

“We’re about to launch a new app version. It’s been exhausting, but I’m actually really proud of it.”

“Ooh, and we’re also planning to integrate a new AI tool. The idea is to create a mood board, and the AI suggests matching items from the site—like, gifts or styling recs. You can even make one for a friend and it’ll help you find gifts for them.”

“That’d be so good for the holidays,” Gabby says.

“Right?! That’s what I thought!” You clap once, too enthusiastically. “It won’t be ready for this year, obviously. I still need to present the idea at the quarterly. Fingers crossed management goes for it.”

Gabby and Michelle laugh at your over-excitement.  

“You’re such a nerd,” Gabby grins. “And I mean that lovingly.”

“Rude.” You toss your crumpled napkin at her.

You don’t really know why you say the next words. 

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the comfort of spending a sunny Sunday with two of your oldest friends that makes you feel like you need to get this thought out of your head. 

“Do you remember Taehyung? From high school?”

They both look at you with a slight shock on their face from your out-of-nowhere remark. 

“Yeah? Of course, we remember him.” Michelle chuckles. 

“What about him?” Gabby narrows her eyes.

You’re not sure what to say. Feeling awkward all of a sudden. 

“He, umm… started working at my company.” 

“Since when?!” Gabby asks a bit too loudly for it to be casual. 

“Last week. He’s the new art director.”

“Suits him. Is he still fucking hot?” Michelle asks, wiggling her brows. 

“Michelle!” you gasp, gesturing toward Alex, who doesn’t seem to notice.

She covers her mouth, whispering, “Oh, shit.”

Gabby’s already on her phone. A second later, she turns it toward Michelle.

“DAMN,” Michelle called at whatever she’s showing her. 

You tilt your head to see what she’s looking at. 

It’s Taehyung. 

You get it. 

He looks ridiculously hot. 

He’s kneeling on grass, holding what looks like a baseball glove. Red shorts. Light gray cap worn backward.

No shirt.

Yeah. He looks fucking hot.

“So, when are you going on a date with him?” Michelle says it like it’s the most obvious thing that could happen. 

“I’m not going on a date with him,” you feel yourself blush. Like a stupid teenager with a crush.

“He could be taken, for all I know.” 

You shrug. And you realize that is very possible. He’s good-looking and successful. Why would he not be in a relationship?

“You haven’t talked to him?!” Gabby asks like you’re stupid for that. 

“No, we did.”

They look at you with big eyes, waiting for you to elaborate. 

You sigh, “He came to my office to say hi.”

“And…?” Gabby asks as if she knows there’s more.

“He just came by to say hi.”

“And…?” Gabby insists.

“And… we’re going on a lunch this week. That’s all.”

“So you are going on a date with him!” Michelle singsong and claps her hands. 

“No, no, no,” you shake your head.

“It’s just lunch. At work. We’re colleagues. Kind of. We’re not working together. But you know, same workplace.” You try miserably to explain. 

“I’m just being nice and welcoming.” You add it like it might help you.

Gabby looks at you with a raised brow, not convinced.

“He came to your office?” she asks, pointedly. 

You nod. 

“And asked you to go for lunch?” she continues.

You nod again. 

“Babe.. It’s like a date,” she says softly. 

“No. We’re just going for lunch. As colleagues. And again, I don't know anything about him. He could have a girlfriend. Or be married.” 

“There’s nothing on his Instagram,” Gabby says while scrolling.

“Doesn’t mean anything,” you mutter.

“Fine,” Michelle points at you, “but you better tell us how it goes.”

Ten points to anyone who knows what picture I’m referencing 🥸

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Starry Night

Taehyung was your high school crush. Fuck that—he was everyone’s high school crush. But that was twelve years ago. What does it matter that he’s now a fellow director at your company? It’s not like you have anything to do with him. He probably doesn’t even remember you… does he?

a/n: A fic I started writing back in July 2024 and finally ready to be shared with you. It’s a story that means a lot to me, and I’m so excited (and a little terrified) to be posting it. I don’t have a planned update schedule, but I’ll try to post a new chapter every two to three weeks. Thank you for reading—I hope you enjoy it as much as I’ve loved writing it ❤️

warnings: cursing, corporate talk, unhealthy use of alcohol, past trauma, sex. Please check every chapter for more specific warnings if needed.

Teaser

Chapter 1 - Fucking Kim Taehyung (2.5k)

“Have you seen the new director? Kim something.”

Chapter 2 - 12 years ago (8.2k)

“I think you left some broken hearts in there.”

Chapter 3 - First Second Meeting (6k)

“So, when are you going on a date with him?”

More chapter titles will be added as I edit them ☺️

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Also….

Immediately—IMMEDIATELY— I opened the notes app

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Immediately—IMMEDIATELY— I opened the notes app

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Sexy Disasters with Feelings’ chapter 4 recap.

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@jungkoode nerd gojo does it again

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Pffff thanks Kiki annoying ass for bulling me into posting this fic 🙄

But actually I’m waiting to hear your thoughts on my fics almost as much as I’m waiting for new FMU content! Why even when you casually write a review it’s so engaging and fun? I’m fucking jealous of your talent!

SN OC is so relatable. I love her. She had some shitty dudes. She deserves someone on her level (ahm Taehyung ahm)

And you know I LOVE some good tension. This fic is 90% tension, 8% trauma, and 2% vibes. And I sprinkled some hot Tae descriptions for extra flavor.

I hope you learned your lesson and won’t read chapter 2 and 3 in public places… or do, if that’s your thing. I’m not kink-shaming.

To you my Kiks 🍸

Fucking Kim Taehyung

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Mondays are always rough—but this one blindsides you. What begins as a typical chaotic workday ends with a surprise meeting to someone from your past: Kim Taehyung, your high school crush turned newly appointed creative director. You haven’t seen him in twelve years… not since that night.

This chapter is dedicated to my Kiks. Thank you for being my biggest supporter and fan—even on the days when I couldn’t believe in myself. I would have never posted this series, or any other content for that matter, if it weren’t for you. I’ll always be grateful for that ❤️ @jungkoode

a/n: so… here we go? I’ve been working on this on and off since July 2024, and I can’t believe it’s finally leaving my docs. I’m so nervous and excited! This fic holds a special place in my heart for so many reasons—I hope you’ll love this first step in the journey!

warnings: cursing (duh), alcohol

word count: 2.5K

Monday, July 8th

Mondays are always rough. 

You're still not fully recovered from the weekend, and there’s already shit-ton of work waiting for you. 

If you’ll find time for actual work, with all the meetings you have scheduled for today. 

You can’t help but sigh, and you rub your face, trying to muster up the energy for the day.

It is going to be a long day. 

And it’s not that you don’t love your job, because you do.

But still, it’s Monday. 

After getting the largest coffee from the coffee stand in the lobby, you sit by your desk and try to plan your day. Trying to fit in all the things you need to accomplish today. 

Only then do you notice an invite to a 7 pm meeting you haven’t approved yet. 

Toast for the New Art & Creative Director Date & Time: 7:00 PM Location: Meeting Room – Top Floor Join us as we raise a toast to welcome our new Art & Creative Directo……. Participation is mandatory for all managers.

Ughhh.

Sounds like a fucking nightmare. 

You roll your eyes at yourself. You hate that kinds of useless meetings. 

Participation is mandatory for all managers.

Fuck that.

You put your elbows on the desk, your head leans against your palms, and you let out a groan. Like this day wasn’t long enough. 

It is easy to assume that after this useless toast, you’ll probably never interact or even see this new director again. You have close to zero relations with the arts and creative department. What a fucking waste of time. 

But you have to go. Stupid corporate politics. 

You're not even gonna fake to care about it. 

You don’t even bother to read the details of the event; you just approve it. With a long sip of your coffee, you return to plan your day. You have only 10 minutes left before your first meeting.

The next few hours pass at a hectic pace. You eat your lunch at your desk while reviewing code for the upcoming app release, when your phone buzzes next to you.

With one glance at the screen, you curse under your breath. 

[12:38 pm] Gabby ♥️: 8:00 Norman’s?

Shit. You totally forgot. 

You talked about grabbing drinks after work. 

You’ll be out of the office at 8:30, at best. 

Fuck this stupid toast.

[12:40 pm] You: I have a stupid toast for a new director that i ttly forgot

[12:40 pm] You: srry 🥺

[12:40 pm] You: see u there at 9?

Part of you wishes she’d cancel, or you could bail. 

Yet you know you won’t cancel on her. She knows it, too.

The rest of the day is just as bad. 

You barely completed all the work you had for today by the time of the toast. 

You head to the fancy conference room on the top floor, trying to hype yourself up for it. 

Just some small talk, a few drinks, listening to a boring speech, and you’re out of here. It's a piece of cake. You've done this hundreds of times. You’ve got this. 

When you reach the floor, you spot Sohee. Thank god. You go straight to her. She’s talking to some girl you don't know. 

When you reach her, she jumps on you with a hug, “Y/nie! Let's go!”

You say an apologetic hello to the woman she talked to while Sohee smothers you as if you hadn’t seen each other on Saturday night. She says goodbye to the woman and pulls you with her to the conference room at the end of the hall. 

Sohee works as a manager in the fashion design department, and she looks like the part. 

She’s wearing a trendy form-fitted dress that complements her figure, her nails are well-manicured with dark burgundy, and her long brown hair is in a cool, effortless-looking bun.

Her subtle makeup complements her pretty features, looking fresh like it’s not the end of a work day.

Even though you never worked together, you met at meetings and events like that.

And Sohee made the decision for both of you to be friends. Now, she is one of your closest friends.

Meeting Sohee was a blessing. 

Most of the managers you work with are tech dudes, and as much as you get along with them, it’s nice to have a feminine energy. And someone you can pass the time at stupid events that waste your time, like this one. 

As you walk to the conference room, she glances at your attire: a simple T-shirt with baggy light-washed jeans and New Balance sneakers. Your usual go-to look at the office. 

She nudges you with her elbow, “When are you letting me dress you up? I can barely see that you have a great ass with these jeans.”

Here she goes again. 

You laugh. You do dress nicer sometimes, and she knows it. But you prefer to keep things casual and comfortable. Safe.

“That ass sat on a chair all day, no one cares how it looks.”

You give her a chicky smile, “But that ass is really glad it got to be in comfortable pants and not crushed by a tight dress.” 

She gasps in fake offense and chuckles, “You’ll regret mocking me, and my ass, when you see the new director.” Then she lowers her tone, “I heard he’s really hot.” 

At that, you really laugh, “I’m not holding my breath.”

“Of course not with your high-school-teenage-boy outfit!” she scolds you. 

You start to protest, “I’m not dressed like a teen-” but she cuts you off, “I heard he’s a real treat. A whole meal even. Would it wound you and try to flirt a little?”

You roll your eyes at her, but she doesn’t give up, trying to hype you up, “You’re the best catch at this place! It’s a crime a fine lady like you is single.” 

You scoff, “A fine lady? What are you? Jane Austen?” 

She gives you an unimpressed look, “How long has it been since you’ve been on a date? You could use some sexy after-hours fun.”

“I don’t have the energy capacity for handling men,” you say evenly. Like it’s above you, and before she can protest, you continue, “and anyway, I’m not going to get involved with someone from the office! It’s like the worst idea ever. I prefer my life drama-free. Thank you very much.” 

Sohee pouts, trying to convince you with a sweet voice, “Butttt I heard from the girls he’s not only like a walking-talking-wet-dream-prince-charming, but he’s also really, really sweet.”

You smile and pat her shoulder, “Then he’s all yours, baby.” 

And you mean it. You kind of gave up on dating. 

Your recent dating list is full of: 

guys who wanted you to have more time for them.

guys who are intimidated by the fact that you don’t need them.

losers that you felt like you were their sugar mama. 

No, thank you. 

So you gave up. For now. Dating isn’t worth your time. 

You step into the elegant room with its stunning city view, grab a glass of nice champagne, take a deep breath, and then join Sohee as she heads to talk to a group of familiar colleagues. 

You pass the time until the actual toast by chatting about the new coffee machines, the new restaurant that opened across the street, and other mundane office small-talk topics. 

One of the girls, Hannah, leans in and whispers excitedly, “Have you seen the new director? Kim something. I swear he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”

You internally roll your eyes; she's so dramatic. You’re sure he’s good-looking, but the most handsome man ever? Okay, sure. 

Amanda chimes in, ” There is going to be chaos for him.”

Sohee wiggles her brows, “Well, Amanda, are you going to try your luck?”

“You know I will,” she answers with a wink. 

You all laugh at that. 

The room settles into silence when the chairman clinks his glass.

You turn around to look at him, and then you see him. 

The new director. 

Kim something. 

Fucking Kim Taehyung. 

The most handsome man you've ever seen in your life. 

Indeed. 

You are in shock. 

You glare, and your mouth falls slightly open. You feel like you froze in place, but your blood boils, and you feel the heat spread over your face. 

He looks in your direction with a slightly amused expression and a crooked smile. 

He looks a little surprised, but definitely not as much as you. 

He raises his glass subtly as if motioning hello to you. 

It can’t be. 

Does he recognize you? Does he even remember you?

“You know him?” Sohee whispers in your ear, noticing something is going on with you.

It snaps you out of your shock a little. 

You nod as you turn to look away from him. “Yeah, we knew each other in high school,” you reply quietly. 

She gives you a questioning look as if saying, ‘That’s it?’ You shrug and turn back to face the chairman and the new director. 

Fucking Kim Taehyung. 

From this point, you have no idea what the speakers are talking about. 

You just try to calm your beating heart and stop blushing like a teenager. 

You down a second glass of champagne. As if it’ll help you to wrap your mind around the fact you’re standing in front of  Kim Taehyung. 

When it’s his time to talk, you feel like you spiral even more. 

His deep voice fills the room. “Thank you, Mr. Roberts, for your kind words. I’m excited about this new opportunity. I hope to lead the department through the challenges we have the following year.” 

He raises his almost-empty glass and smiles. You feel like he’s looking directly into your eyes as he says, “I can’t wait to get to know and to work with all of you. Thank you for coming.”

But you might be delusional. 

You are probably in a delusion. 

Why does he have this effect on you at all? After all these years?

Was he always this tall?

That suited look looks good on him.

And his hair. It looks so soft.

How is his skin so glowy? Is he wearing makeup?

Is there a chance he looks even better now? 

Everyone is clapping. You blink a couple of times and snap back to reality. 

Sohee is looking at you with an amused look on her face while she’s slowly clapping. 

“I never saw you blushing like that for a guy.” 

You frown at her. “I’m not blushing. It’s just the alcohol,” you shoot back way too quickly for it to be normal.

She chuckles and raises her hand in mock defense. “OK, OK, so will you go to say welcome?” She motions with her head in his general direction. 

You look to where he stands and can only see the sea of people surrounding him.

“Nah, I need to head out. I’m meeting Gabby at some bar.” You try to say as casually as you can. 

It’s not a lie. 

Mostly.

Partially. 

You are going to meet Gabby. 

But if you head out now, you’ll definitely be there earlier than you told her that you would. 

Yet you know you need to get out of here. Quickly. 

So you say quick goodbyes to the people around you and get out as soon as possible.  Practically fleeting from the event. 

Running away from facing a meeting you're not ready for. 

Not right now. 

You sit at the bar at 08:20 and order a glass of wine. 

You try not to think about what just happened. 

How good he looked. 

How deep his voice is. 

About how he looked at you.

No. 

He wasn’t looking at you. 

You must have lost your mind. 

He probably doesn’t even remember you. 

It’s been like, what? 12 years? from the last time you saw him. 

You were just another random girl. 

Shit, this is not working. 

You order another glass and do what you know best- busy yourself with work. 

You reply to some messages you haven’t gotten to today and schedule some meetings with your teams for tomorrow. 

Before you even notice, it’s 09:05, and Gabby is hugging you with a big smile. 

“I can’t believe you came on time! Now I feel bad that I’m late.”

You laugh and hug her, “Don’t worry about it.”

She sits in the chair by your side, and you see she has a question on her mind, “Didn’t you say you have some stupid toast you have to attend and kiss some management asses?”

You laugh, “Yeah, it was stupid. I managed to dip as soon as the speeches ended, luckily.” 

You avoid telling her you fled the meeting, arriving 40 minutes early. 

For a moment, you consider telling her that the new director is no other than fucking Kim Taehyung.

She knows who he is, and she knows about your small history with him.

No, it’s better to wait with this. You need the distraction more than the comfort of sharing.

You’ll tell her eventually when you come back to your senses. 

“Is everything okay?” Gabby looks at you with a worried look on her face. 

“Yeah, just a long day,” you lie easily. 

“What are you drinking?” you change the subject with a smile.

Later that night, Tuesday, July 9th

You lay in bed a little buzzed from alcohol, snogged in your comfy bed, hugging your pillow.

You arrived home around midnight. 

Hanging with Gabby was fun; you had much catching up to do. 

You are happy you didn't bail on her again, even if you’ll be tired tomorrow. 

Tonight was a good break, a good distraction from this shitty day. 

But then your slightly buzzed mind remembers what you needed a distraction from.

Fucking Kim Taehyung. 

You weren’t the type of girl usually surrounded by hot, cool guys like him. 

You were, and still are, probably, more of the awkward, nerdy type. 

However, your tendency to befriend less introverted people than you led to him becoming part of your circle. 

Not that you ever considered yourself particularly close to him—more accurately, he was a friend of your friends.

Of course, all your friends had a crush on him at some point, both girls and boys alike. But nothing ever really came of it, despite your friends being gorgeous, willing, and not particularly subtle. 

He remained perpetually out of reach, the hot guy they couldn’t have. 

That you couldn’t have.

You never admitted to yourself that you also had a crush on him. 

You’re too realistic for that. Never in a million years did you believe you had a chance, so you simply pushed those thoughts aside.

But that’s not why you’re so flustered seeing him today. 

A specific night comes rushing back to your mind, making you cringe. 

You realize it was also a July night—the July before you all went to college twelve years ago. 

The night you lost your virginity to fucking Kim Taehyung. 

a/n: next chapter, we're going on a little trip to the past...

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The fact that baby twink Tae is the size of one arm of current Tae… I- I am not ready for this.

spoiler— Tae transformation will be incorporated later in the fic 🥸

I came across these pictures on Pinterest and they reminded me of Starry Night Tae from the Flashback 🤭

You are so right — that’s totally his vibe. Cool, effortless, everyone’s crush, high school heartthrob.

But let me tell you, when I looked up younger Tae pics for the chapter banner, I was harshly reminded that this is very much a work of fiction. In almost every early photo, he’s got crazy hair, insane outfits, doing some weird faces — or worst of all, those old Snapchat filters. So yeah, even fucking Kim Taehyung’s younger self had his awkward phase.

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Noooooooo don’t say it 😭 I can’t see this baby in a sexual way. (Let me stay in my delusions)

I came across these pictures on Pinterest and they reminded me of Starry Night Tae from the Flashback 🤭

You are so right — that’s totally his vibe. Cool, effortless, everyone’s crush, high school heartthrob.

But let me tell you, when I looked up younger Tae pics for the chapter banner, I was harshly reminded that this is very much a work of fiction. In almost every early photo, he’s got crazy hair, insane outfits, doing some weird faces — or worst of all, those old Snapchat filters. So yeah, even fucking Kim Taehyung’s younger self had his awkward phase.

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Let me add an example..

I came across these pictures on Pinterest and they reminded me of Starry Night Tae from the Flashback 🤭

You are so right — that’s totally his vibe. Cool, effortless, everyone’s crush, high school heartthrob.

But let me tell you, when I looked up younger Tae pics for the chapter banner, I was harshly reminded that this is very much a work of fiction. In almost every early photo, he’s got crazy hair, insane outfits, doing some weird faces — or worst of all, those old Snapchat filters. So yeah, even fucking Kim Taehyung’s younger self had his awkward phase.

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I came across these pictures on Pinterest and they reminded me of Starry Night Tae from the Flashback 🤭

You are so right — that’s totally his vibe. Cool, effortless, everyone’s crush, high school heartthrob.

But let me tell you, when I looked up younger Tae pics for the chapter banner, I was harshly reminded that this is very much a work of fiction. In almost every early photo, he’s got crazy hair, insane outfits, doing some weird faces — or worst of all, those old Snapchat filters. So yeah, even fucking Kim Taehyung’s younger self had his awkward phase.

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Kels baby! Thank you so much 🥹

There’s going to be a lot of OC inner monologue. She’s an over-thinker—you’re going to love her and be so frustrated at the same time. Like, how can someone be so smart and yet so stupid??

Our girl got fucking Kim Taehyung in her bed! She knew it was the opportunity of a lifetime—and she went for it. I’m like a proud parent. Good job, queen!

I also always imagine his smiles 🥲

I can’t wait for you to see what happens next! And you still haven’t seen anything about 30-year-old Tae yet...

12 Years Ago

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If someone asked you what happened 12 years ago on a random summer night, you’d probably just say you got lucky with the hottest guy in high school—Kim Taehyung. But maybe the years blurred the memories—or maybe you just never had great judgment. Because this is actually what happened on that summer night, 12 years ago.

a/n: this chapter took me forever. I started writing it after I already had a pretty good chunk of the story done. Editing it was so HARD because it’s just so AWKWARD. But it’s also probably one of the sweetest chapters I’ve written, and I think it’s a really important one. For the story. For their story. Enjoy, my loves. Can’t wait to hear your thoughts💕

warnings: CRINGE!, kinda awkward first time sex, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 8.2k

Some July night 12 years ago

As usual, your friends convinced you to go to a party at someone’s house. You all met up at Michelle’s place to pre-game before heading out.

Honestly, the pre-game ended up being more fun than the party itself.

Drinks, music, gossip, getting ready together—that’s your kind of night. You never really understood trading that for a noisy, crowded, stinky party full of stupid boys and cheap alcohol.

And tonight was no different.

The party was okay. But you were ready to leave. 

It was a generic, uneventful party. 

At least Jake wasn’t there. You’re really on your last thread of patience with him. The guy just doesn’t seem to understand you’re uninterested. 

You did have some fun tonight. You even felt cute and flirted with some guys, had a couple of drinks. Just a few drinks to loosen your edges.

It’s not that you’re drunk or anything. 

You definitely can’t say the same about your friends.

It’s quieter on the front porch of whoever this house is. You hear the music and chatter from inside, but it is not as loud. 

The night air is somewhat refreshing. 

You lean against the railing, to your delight, alone. 

But before you even finish exhaling, the front door opens, and you see Taehyung looking around as if he’s looking for something. Your eyes meet, and you offer him a friendly smile. “Looking for someone?” 

“Nope,” Taehyung smiles back at you, closes the door behind him, and steps in your direction.

“What are you doing here?” he steps closer to stand by your side. 

“Umm, don’t tell Gabby, but I’m considering going home,” you tell hushly like it’s a secret. 

“Are you afraid of Gabby?” he smirks. He pretends to muse, “She’s very intimidating indeed.”

“Oh, shut up.” You hit his shoulder, “I’m not afraid. I told her I’m not ditching her tonight. I just don’t want to disappoint.” 

He chuckles and nudges your side, “I don’t think Gabby is the one who will be disappointed you’re going home.” 

You turn to look at him and need to tilt your head up from the proximity. You cock an eyebrow in question. Because you aren’t really sure what he means. 

“I think you left some broken hearts in there,” he answers teasingly. 

Is he talking about the guys you spoke with?

You scoff and laugh, “I don’t think any of them are looking for love, so I highly doubt any hearts were broken tonight.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised,” he grins at you. 

You don’t know what to say, so you just ignore this. “What are you doing here outside? The party is still going hard.”

“I had enough,” he answers simply. 

You fake gasp, “Kim Taehyung?! Had enough of partying?!” 

You think it’s more plausible that he left a trail of broken hearts. You assume that at least half of the girls would have jumped at the opportunity to leave with him.

You realize you barely saw him tonight, so maybe he already gave one of them a good time in one of the upstairs rooms. 

But you don’t say any of this aloud. 

He laughs and softly pushes your shoulder, “You’re annoying. Yes, sometimes I’ve had enough partying. So do you want to keep insulting me, or do you want me to walk you home?”

His suggestion takes you by surprise. 

You don’t want him to leave the party just to walk you home. You’re not even sure your house is in his way.

But you really want to go home. And you don’t want to wait for your friends, and you don’t want to walk by yourself at this hour.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” you question him. 

“Yeah, sure. Let me just tell Kook that I'm leaving,” he says, taking one step toward the door and looking in your direction. “Don’t you need to tell your friends?”

You know it’s the right thing to do, but they will never let you go if you come inside—and you really, really want to go. 

“I’ll text them.” 

Taehyung nods once and goes inside. 

[11:48 pm] You: going home

[11:48 pm] You: don’t look for me 😘

You’re about to put your phone back in your pocket when it vibrates.

[11:48 pm] Michelle 😻: grrllll nooooo, takr shts with us

[11:48 pm] Gabby ♥️: you’re going alone? It’s late

[11:49 pm] Gabby ♥️: is everything ok? I’ll walk with you

[11:49 pm] Nari 🌸: bby whyyyy

[11:49 pm] You: I’m all good, just tired

[11:49 pm] You: Tae said he’ll walk me home

[11:49 pm] You: don;t worry 😍 

[11:49 pm] Nari 🌸: hahahs havr funnnnnn

[11:50 pm] Jules🧚: wrap it bfr u tap it 🤓

[11:50 pm] Gabby ♥️: 😲😲😲😲 

[11:50 pm] Michelle 😻: u ggooo grll

You stare at your phone and shake your head. 

God, they’re so drunk. You need to put a reminder for later to check that they all got home. 

“Ready to go?” Tahyung asks from closely behind you. You’re startled, you didn’t even hear the door open behind you.

You turn your head towards him and nod, “Yes.” 

He gives you a cute little smile, and you're struck. 

He’s so close right now; suddenly, you’re very aware of how tall he is. His skin looks silky. His eyes are shiny and full of depth you never noticed. His lips are shaped perfectly, looking full, and firm, and soft at the same time. 

And he smells good. How does he not reek of alcohol like everyone else?

He looks beautiful in the low light of the balcony, dressed casually in a white T-shirt with cuffed sleeves tucked in light denim jeans. 

You were aware he was extremely attractive, but you never dwelt on his features. 

You can’t tear your eyes from his face. 

He licks his lips and smiles, like he caught you staring. That snaps you out of it. You look away and take a step forward as you say, “Let’s go.”

 

You walk silently, your eyes stuck to the ground. 

But Taehyung offers an easy conversation about you and his friends, the party, leaving for college, and future plans. 

It’s nice walking like that with him. You don’t think you had too much time alone with him. You usually see him in a group setting. 

He and his friends are kind of part of your larger friends group, so you see him quite often. But it’s always in a social setting. Never just the two of you. 

You also don’t think you ever were this close to him. 

And you hate to admit how much you like it. 

Like yeah, he always hugs you when you meet. And it’s always nice and warm and makes your heart beat a little faster. But he’s a friendly guy, and you’re not delusional. 

At least you try not to be. 

About 15 minutes later, you reach your house, and you point in its direction, “That’s it.”

Taehyung stops next to you. 

You turn to him, “Thanks.” He’s really close to you now. 

You need to tilt your head to see his face, and you’re not sure, but he looks a little… annoyed? Or disappointed? It’s dark, and you don’t know how to read him. 

He doesn’t say anything, just looking at you with his unreadable expression. 

You’re about to turn and go inside when everything simultaneously happens very fast and extremely slow. 

Taehyung's features soften, and he licks his lips. Instinctively, your eyes divert to them. Stupid instincts. 

The corners of his lips curve up to a small smile while he starts to lean down, closing the distance between you two. 

The next thing you know, his warm, beautiful, perfect, soft lips are on yours. 

Your brain is lagging, and you don’t react. Just stand there frozen, eyes open, as his lips are pressed against yours. 

You try to yell at your mouth, ‘MOVE! Kiss him back!’ 

But to your fortune, Taehyung isn’t discouraged by your statue-like state. Instead of running away, he gently moves his lips against yours. 

And somehow, it feels a thousand times better, and you melt into the kiss. 

When you start moving your lips in sync with his, you feel him smiling. It’s like someone lit a firecracker in your stomach. And when he moves one hand to the small of your back and pulls you a little closer, it’s like a whole damn fire. 

You’re not sure where this comes from, and you don't know why, but you want more. 

Well, don’t be stupid. 

You know why, this is fucking Kim Taehyung. 

Like, WTF is going on?!

You rest your hands on his shoulders, and it seems to spur him further. 

With his other hand, he gently holds the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. His lips part a little wider, and he snicks his tongue to lick the seam of your lips. And you'd be stupid to deny him access. When your tongues meet, you can’t help but sigh into his mouth. 

And Taehyung replaces his gentle, tentative hold of you with a confident one. Pulling you flush against him.

You reciprocate his motions; you want to have him closer. You move your hands from his shoulders to his neck. His soft hair strands tickle your fingers as you also pull him. 

Yet, despite how your bodies are now pressed to each other, he kisses you softly, gently. It’s a sweet kiss, and you feel like you can stay like that forever. 

And maybe you do. Because only after a small eternity do you softly part your lips. 

There is a hair's breadth between his face and yours. Your breaths are heavy, and you two look intently at each other. He looks like something has snapped inside him, as if he has just figured out something he is trying to solve. His eyes are shiny, and his lips are pink. He looks like a dream.

And then it hits you. 

Were you just making out with Kim Taehyung?! 

And he started the kiss? What the fuck is going on?

You feel yourself looking at him with wide eyes, lips parted. 

You’re about to ask him what the actual fuck is going on when he crushes his lips on you again. With such urgency, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer.

He crushes his lips on you with such force that your teeth hit his lips. 

The kiss is more intense, almost consuming. And you think you’ll burst into flames. 

You need more. 

And Taehyung gives it to you. He gently bites your lower lip and holds it between his teeth. When he sucks it, you let out a breathy moan. 

You can hear his breath choke in his throat, and his hold on you gets tighter. 

His fingers curl into your hair, and his hand on your back clutches your shirt. 

His tongue explores every corner of your mouth, and you feel dizzy. Intoxicated by everything that he is. 

When you grow more confident, or you just lose all inhibition, you suck his tongue. 

Taehyung grunts, and you feel him grind involuntarily into your hips. He’s hard. He’s hard because of you. It makes you let out a little gasp. 

And you’re very aware of the stickiness increasing in your panties. 

You need more.

You press your pelvis against his, and you make fucking Kim Taehyung moan. 

You. Made him. Moan. 

The kiss grows even sloppier, more desperate. It’s all teeth, tongues, and spit everywhere. Your hands get needy, exploring every inch of his broad back.  

You need more. 

You’re pressed tightly into each other; mouths stay connected, never parting.

You need more. 

You stand there, kissing. You don’t know how long. 

It’s the middle of the night, and the middle of the street.

And you need more. 

You need way more.

And then the best idea ever comes to your mind. 

Or the worst. 

You don’t know, don’t care. 

You lean back and part your lips from his for the first time in what feels like forever. 

Taehyung leans forward, chasing your lips, like he doesn’t want you to pull away. 

You look up at him and wait for him to open his eyes. 

It’s now or never. 

“Do you want to come inside?” 

Now it’s his turn to look at you with wide eyes. He looks surprised, like he didn’t expect that. Which is.. cute. 

You’re still holding each other close, and you think you can feel his heart racing — even faster than before.

Or is that yours?

Hard to tell. Hard to focus.

He blinks — once, twice — like he’s trying to process, then swallows hard. “Are you sure?” he asks, voice low, hesitant.

You nod. You’re sure.

You know exactly what this invitation means — and clearly, so does he. You want this. You need this.

“Did you drink?” he asks carefully.

Cute.

You shake your head. “I had, like, one drink hours ago. I’m not drunk — wasn’t at any point tonight.”

Your confidence flickers, shifting into worry. “Wait… do I smell like alcohol?”

Taehyung shakes his head quickly, almost too quickly. “No! You smell amazing.”

Oh god. You’re pretty sure you’re blushing like a tomato with how hot your face feels.

Without a word, you pull away from him and head toward the house.

Taehyung follows silently. You step inside, close the door behind him, and lock it.

The house is dark. Still. No one else is here tonight.

Your parents are off on a summer vacation with friends, and your little sister’s spending the night at a friend’s house.

You flick on the kitchen light, grab two glasses, and fill them with water — one for you, one for Taehyung.

Now you’re both standing by the kitchen island, sipping in silence.

It’s… awkward.

Not in a bad way, just unfamiliar. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, and you have no idea what to say or do. You tense and you don’t know how not to be weird about it. 

But every time your eyes meet, he gives you a sweet smile, making you relax a little. 

As long as you don’t let your eyes wander down.

Because, yeah… there’s definitely a bulge in his jeans.

Yeah, you have no idea what you’re doing. 

Taehyung finishes his water and steps a little closer, his arm brushing gently against yours.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentle, paired with that same sweet smile.

You’re nervous — obviously nervous — and he can probably see it all over your face.

Still, you nod. “Yep.” 

You take another sip before putting the empty glass on the counter. “No one’s home, but let’s go to my room.”

Smooth.Real smooth.

Taehyung just smiles and nods. 

In your room, you both sit side by side on the bed.

You turned on the night lamp to set the mood– or something like that– so the room is dim. 

There’s just enough light to see Taehyung looking at you.

You don’t think anyone has ever looked at you like that before.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone’s eyes shine quite like his.

Slowly, he places one hand on your bare thigh.

At a respectful place. 

He leans down, closing the distance between you, and places his other hand on the bed just behind your back, kind of caging your body with his.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, like you hadn’t just been grinding against each other on the street a few minutes ago. 

Your hands feel clammy, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you don’t know where to put them.

You decide to circle his waist and rest your hands on his back.

Even though you think it’s an innocent place to hold, it seems to do something to him.

He lets out a soft sigh and deepens the kiss.

The kiss becomes very intense very fast, and you grip him so tightly you feel like you’re pulling him toward you.

Of course, you’re not really moving him at all. Instead, he hooks his hand around your hip and pulls you in until your side is pressed flush against his.

The hand on your thigh — which you’d been trying to ignore for the sake of your sanity until now — starts to gently rub your skin.

Soon, his hand begins to glide slowly up your leg.

To Taehyung’s credit, he moves really slowly, giving you plenty of chances to stop him.

But when the tips of his fingers reach the edge of your skirt, you snap back instinctively.

He immediately pulls his hand away, and you find yourself missing its warmth on your thigh.

He looks at you, alarmed. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you wa—”

You shake your head, cutting him off. “No! No, you haven’t done anything wrong. I want it. It’s just…”

Your voice trails off.

You don’t want to say this to the hot guy sitting right next to you. You don’t want to scare him away. But you know you have to. It’s the right thing to do.

You inhale deeply, gathering your courage.

Taehyung watches you, still worried, like he’s done something wrong.

You look down, unable to meet his eyes as you confess.

“I-I’m…”

You clear your throat, suddenly very aware of how dry it feels.

“I haven’t… done anything like this before.”

You can’t believe you just confessed you’re a virgin to fucking Kim Taehyung.

God. Sometimes, you’re such a loser.

It’s not like you’ve never done anything or fooled around a bit. You’ve made out with a few guys, had some over-the-shirt and over-the-pants action. But nothing more than that.

Your friends tease you about it, of course.

And it’s not like you didn’t want to go further — it’s just that you never felt like you were in the right situation for it.

You don’t know if it’s because all men are idiots or if you just get too nervous and back out.

You look back at the hot guy who somehow ended up in your bedroom.

He looks like a fish out of water.

Completely shocked. His eyes are comically wide, mouth forming an ‘O’ shape, opening and closing as if trying to find the right words.

He’s trying to wrap his mind around what you just said—like you being a virgin is the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.

You pull your hands into your lap, fingers fidgeting nervously. You stare down at them, too embarrassed to meet his eyes again.

“I—I—” he finally mumbles something incoherent, trailing off for a beat before trying again.

“What about Jake? I—”

You snap your head up, frowning deeply. And he stops whatever he was about to say. 

What about Jake?!

WTF does he have to do with any of this?

You made out with Jake once at a party after they won a game.

Biggest mistake ever.

He was a sloppy kisser — in the worst way.

And after you had to push his hand away for the third time as it sneaked under your shirt, you got up and left.

You should’ve walked away the first time.

Since then, he’s shown up at parties or randomly texts you, asking if you want to “recreate the magic.”

Ugh. As if.

So why the hell is Taehyung bringing him up now?

The confusion and the irritation on your face seem to shake Taehyung out of his initial shock.

He reaches out and gently takes your hands in his.

You look back at him, and he’s apologetic, eyes scanning your face with a shy smile.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just kissing is fine with me. It’s more than fine,” he says softly, squeezing your hands gently.

He’s so cute.

So, so cute.

You shake your head, meeting his gaze. “I want this.”

He inhales sharply, but his face is still worried. “You sure? I’m really okay with this. I don’t expect anythi—”

You don’t let him finish.

Your hand moves to his shoulder, and you pull him down to lie beside you.

This time, you reach up to kiss him first.

Because you want to.

You want this.

You want this with him.

You’re not sure what led to this moment. But for the first time, it feels right. Almost like something meant to be.

It’s probably just the lust clouding your mind, because there’s no way in hell you were meant to lose your virginity to fucking Kim Taehyung.

But here you are. You’re not going to fuck up this opportunity. 

You kiss lazily, in this awkward position where your top half is lying on the bed while the bottom half is dangling off the bed. 

Now that it’s clear where you’re heading, you try to be a little braver. Your hand slides from his shoulder to his jaw, your thumb settling on his warm cheek. You feel him smile again into the kiss, and you think it’s the cutest thing ever. You don’t think you ever felt someone smiling while kissing you. 

And you love it. You love it so much that it makes you smile as well. 

Taehyung’s hand moves to your bare shoulder.

He doesn’t leave it there for long — he glides it gently up and down your arm before it finds your waist.

Your tank top has ridden up just slightly, and his thumb settles on the sliver of exposed skin he finds there.

There’s a good chance you’ll die tonight. 

Because this tiny touch, this little bit of stimulation, is enough to make you feel like you’re burning up inside. 

Your panties feel beyond sticky, and you’re pretty sure your wetness has started to smear on your thighs. And you press your body into Taehyung’s closer. 

Taehyung grinds as he holds your waist and pulls you, helping himself to get some friction. 

Soon, he decides it’s not enough. He pulls back and gently guides you to lie properly on the bed, then climbs over you. His hands plant on either side of your head, and knees on either side of your hips as he hovers above you.

His eyes lock with yours, his pupils are blown out, and his eyes are dark and intense.

In contrast, he reached a gentle hand to caress your cheek. He leans in, stopping just an inch from your lips, eyes still fixed on your face.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice low. Then he closes the distance, kissing you in a quick, intense smooch.

He trails his lips in soft, lingering pecks along your jaw, then down your neck.

His hand leaves your face and glides to your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his dark hair.

Tilting your head, you give him more access, and when he nips at that sensitive spot just behind your ear, a moan escapes you.

The sound makes him groan in return, and he lowers his hips to meet yours, grinding gently once.

He speaks against your neck, voice low and breathy.

“Tell me to stop whenever you want.”

With his warm breath ghosting over your skin and that tone in your ear, you’re pretty sure you’ll never want him to stop.

He wastes no time, returning to kiss, suck, and lick at your neck. Your fingers curl deeper into his hair, holding him close.

You don’t answer with words, just a soft hum, lost in the feeling.

But soon, your mouth feels lonely.

You want to taste his skin, too.

You guide his head up slightly, and the moment he’s above you, you lean up to kiss his jaw.

You follow his trail downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

When you suck a little harder at the crook where his neck meets his shoulder, he grunts and grinds into you again, this time with more force.

While your lips are still on his skin, you move one of your legs from between his, shifting to give him better access.

And Taehyung quickly catches up. His pelvis finds your core, and he starts to move his hips against yours tentatively. You let out a gasp against his neck, and he quickly finds your mouth with his. 

Taehyung slips his hand from your waist to your outer thigh, leaving it there, holding gently.  

He catches your lip with his teeth as his hips continue to grind. You let out a broken moan, and he starts to move his hand up your thigh. 

This is where you usually freak out. 

But you don’t. 

You want him to move his hand; you want him to touch you. 

You realize why you have never done this. 

This is how it feels when it’s right. 

When you want it. Really want it. 

When he reaches the hem of your skirt, he pauses — then pulls back just enough to look at you.

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, lips swollen and glossy, hair a beautiful mess.

You probably look the same kind of wreck.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough but careful, as his hand begins to move slowly up your thigh and just beneath your skirt.

You nod.

But he doesn’t go further.

Instead, he gives you a look paired with a gentle squeeze to your thigh. It’s like he’s asking, ‘Are you really sure?’

God. Cute. So fucking cute.

You nod again, a little firmer this time. “Yes.”

Your voice is breathless, tinged with nerves. But also eager.

You want this.

You want him to touch you. 

He lowers his head and kisses you again, slow and unhurried, while his hand slips further beneath your skirt. At first, he stays on the outside, exploring the sensitive skin of your upper thigh, caressing and squeezing.

It’s not so scary. 

Then, gradually, he moves closer to your center.

Your breath catches.

You feel kind of embarrassed by the wetness there. 

When his fingers finally make contact, pressing gently over your sticky panties, a soft, high-pitched whine escapes you.

Embarrassing. 

Taehyung’s head collapses to the crock of your neck, and he hiss, “Fuck.” 

Oh. 

So he likes it...?

His hand slips back to your thigh as he gently nudges your legs further apart, settling between them.

He shifts to lean on one forearm, eyes locked on yours.

“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” he says softly.

You nod, a little breathless.

He slides his hand back over your panties, never breaking eye contact, and then slowly begins to move his thumb in gentle, deliberate circles over your most sensitive spot.

You’d feel embarrassed or self-conscious. 

But you can’t, something about him makes you feel at ease. 

And it feels so good right now. 

It’s like an electric current moves through your entire body with every slight movement of his thumb. 

He adds just a little more pressure, and this time, the moan escapes before you can stop it. You bite your lip, back arching instinctively into his hand.

Taehyung looks like he’s pleased with the way you respond —he smiles as he leans down, lips returning to the crook of your neck. He peppers soft kisses along your skin, all while his thumb keeps working you through your panties, slow and steady.

You’re getting wetter by the second, warmth pooling low in your belly.

Then his mouth moves to your ear, and his voice comes out in a whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. “Can I move them?”

You nod, unable to find your voice, but somehow manage to mumble, “Yeah.”

His fingers dip under the waistband from the side, slow and careful. He drags one finger from the bottom of your center all the way up, wetting his fingers, before moving his hand in circles.

At this point, you lose connection to reality. 

All you can feel is the pleasant pressure between your legs and Taehyung’s hot and heavy breath ghosting over your neck. 

You want to feel more of him. 

Your hands slip under his shirt, palms dragging slowly up the his back. You start to pull his shirt over his back. With a soft exhale into your neck, Taehyung pulls back and peels off his shirt in one swift motion.

It’s a vision you weren’t even remotely prepared for. 

A topless Taehyung. In your bed. Kneeling between your legs. 

Taehyung moves like he’s about to return to his spot between your legs, but he pauses, eyes drifting up to meet yours.

His hand gently tugs at the hem of your tank top.

“Can I?” he asks softly.

You sit up just enough to help him pull it over your head.

When you lie back down, his eyes roam over you, never stopping at one point. 

His hands come to rest on your sides, fingers gliding over your skin — and that’s when you notice it.

They’re trembling.

Is he nervous? 

Could he be? 

It seems impossible. This is Kim Taehyung.

There’s no way this is new for him. You heard the gossip. The praising gossip. 

But before you can dwell on it, he leans down and kisses you again, deeper this time. You respond instantly, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

He lowers himself down to your neck, your collarbone, and he starts to kiss gently the swell of your breast above the bra. 

He moves one hand to grab the bottom of your breast, tilting his head up, eyes meeting you with a question. You nod once, and he moves to squeeze your breast while kissing every inch of skin he finds.

His hand trails from your chest down the slope of your stomach, fingers grazing lightly until he reaches the waistband of your skirt. Before he even asks — because you know he’s about to — you lift your hips and shimmy it down yourself.

The skirt hits the floor with a soft thud, and Taehyung shifts to kneel back on the bed. Now, in nothing but your bra and panties, you’re more exposed than you’ve ever been in front of anyone. And suddenly, you feel very aware of it.

It’s not that you think you don’t look good — you do. But you never were one of the gorgeous girls. The girls you know Taehyung was with. And it makes you feel a little less of yourself. 

Taehyung doesn’t seem to noticeyour spirilaing. His eyes are fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize everything.

He puts his hands on your hips and slides them up and down to your waist while still looking at you. 

And you notice it again. 

That shake in his hands. 

Eventually, his eyes lift to meet yours, and he gives you the sweetest smile. If you weren’t seconds away from doing very adult things, you’d say he looked like a pleased kid unwrapping a long-awaited gift.

He leans in and pecks your lips, feather-light. “Beautiful,” he whispers against them.

Then he kisses you again — deeper this time, with a new urgency.

No one has ever kissed you the way Kim Taehyung does.

He sends one of his hands back between your legs, sliding one finger under your panties and pressing it to your entrance. You let out a choked gasp into the kiss. 

He isn’t pushing in yet. He whispers against your lips, “Tell me if it’s too much.” 

He returns to kiss you while pushing his finger slowly.

He stops pushing after the first few centimetres, and he moves his lips to spread kisses all over your face. 

He murmurs against your cheek, “Feels good?”

For some reason, it makes you giggle. Trying to converse with him while his finger is in you. 

He chuckles at your response, “I’ll take that as a yes.” As he moves to kiss your neck.

You think that it does feel good. 

You’re not really sure. It’s different. You can describe it. 

It feels full? 

It’s not like it’s feeling bad. 

Or that you want him to stop. 

God, no.

It just feels weird to feel something moving inside of you? 

Before you can figure out what you think, he pushes inside a little more. 

You’re breath gets stuck in your throat. 

He halts his movement for a few moments before moving the finger gently in and out of you. 

Slowly but surely, you start to get used to the feeling. 

And you start to feel good. 

Real good. 

When Taehyung pushes in a little deeper, you let out a broken sound between a moan and a whine. 

And it affects him. 

He grunts into the crook of your neck and bites down on your shoulder. 

From then on, he steadily increases the pace of his thrusts, going a bit deeper each time. 

It seems that Taehyung enjoys it as much as you do. 

If you can tell by the grinding on your thigh. 

You can clearly feel the hard bulge rubbing against your leg. 

And like an epiphany, it lands on you. 

You want to touch him as well. 

To make him feel good, like he’s making you. 

You try to call him “Tae.” Your voice sounds weak and strained; you don’t recognize your voice. 

Taehyung stops his hand, still inside of you, and he lifts his head from your neck.

He looks wrecked, lips pink, swollen, and slightly parted, hair a total mess, eyes dark and soft, scanning your face, trying to figure out what you want. 

You trail your hands down his exposed abdomen, and you feel him shiver.

“I want to touch you.” 

Taehyung inhales, eyes slightly widening, locked on yours. 

“You don’t have to. I’m okay like that. I’m really, really okay.” 

You trail your hands lower, to the zipper of his jeans, “I want to touch you. If you want.” 

He nods forcefully, and you reach to open his jeans with wobbly hands.

He can probably sense your nerves as he straightens up to help you pull his jeans down his thigh, just enough so you can see the outline of his length in his white boxers. 

You also straight up, sitting on your heels in front of him. 

You tentatively send your hand to touch him over his boxers. You watch your hand as you gently wrap the outline of the bulge over the fabric. 

Before you even start to move it, Taehyung grunts, and you look back up to his face, and you see that he’s looking at you. 

His hand goes behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss is hard and intense. It feels like he’s trying to tell you something through it. 

But your head is spinning, and you feel tingly all over. 

You couldn’t recognize your own name right now. 

You start to touch him, light, tentative strokes at first, uncertain in your movement.

Nevertheless, Taehyung moans into your mouth. Clearly, enjoying whatever you are doing. And it gives you courage. 

You wrap your fingers more intently, giving more pressure as you move your hand. 

You reach out your hands to the band of his boxers. “Should I?”

Taehyung has a look you’ve never seen before — a raw, unguarded look that makes you think this must be what people mean when they say someone looks ‘fucked up’. 

You wonder if you look the same.

He leans his head into the crook of your neck and murmurs against your skin, “Please.”

You take a breath, and you push down his underwear just enough to free him. 

You sneak a look down, trying not to stare. 

Oh, shit. 

It's intimidating. 

You wrap your fingers around him. 

It's softer to the touch than you thought—and firmer. 

You try to move your hand up and down, not sure if what you're doing is good. 

By Taehyung's reaction, you must be doing something right. 

Because he quickly becomes a mess under your touch. 

He reaches his hands to hold your waist for a second before they travel up your side and to your breast. He gently cups them through your bra, not moving his hands yet, maybe waiting to see if you want him to stop. 

But you don’t. 

His hands are so big that they wrap you entirely, and you whimper from the warmth it spread through you. 

You feel his length twitch in your hand, and you halt your movement for a second. 

Not sure if you’ve done something wrong. 

Taehyung talks into your neck as he moves his hands to your back. 

"Can I take this off?” he says with a raspy voice as he touches the strap of your bra. 

You make some weird noise, something between a hum and a whine. He unclasps it, and you release him for a moment to help him move the bra away.

His hands return immediately to cup your– now bare– breasts. 

He gently rubs his thumb over your nipple, and you feel yourself shudder. 

Your forehead falls to his shoulder, and you return your hand to wrap around the base of him. 

You start to stroke him with more confidence, wanting to make him feel good. 

He lets out a moan, and you want more. 

You pick up the pace, trying to get more out of him. 

Taehyung continues to hold and squeeze your boobs, and his face is in your hair.

After a couple of minutes of stroking and both of you moaning and groaning, Taehyung moves his hands to hold your upper arms. 

“Y/n, f-fu-fuck. I can’t hold much longer.” 

You lift your head and look up at his face, open your palm, letting go of him. 

His face is flushed and a little shiny from sweat. 

You bite your lips, holding back a smile. 

You know what he meant, and you’re fucking proud of yourself.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask shily. 

Because you obviously don’t have any. 

He nods, he looks a little breathless. And you think maybe he looks a little embarrassed? Or self-conscious? Apologetic maybe? 

He stands up from the bed and gets his wallet from his back pocket, taking out a condom before pushing down his jeans and boxers. 

He rolls the condom on himself while still standing. 

He comes back to you and guides you to lie on your back. 

He hovers above you, like in the beginning, giving your lips a sweet peck before looking at you, pushing a hair strand behind your ear. 

“Are you sure? We can stop at any moment.” 

God. He’s so sweet. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Taehyung nods, and he moves to pull off your panties. 

He grabs his length to align it with your entrance. 

He’s about to start to push in, but he stops and leans to kiss you again. 

“Tell me if it hurts.” 

You nod, and he starts to push in.

You gasp. 

It does not exactly hurt, but you definitely feel the stretch. It feels more like a burning sensation. 

He stops after a bit and looks at you, “Okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sound entirely breathless. 

Taehyung leans down to kiss you softly as he slowly continues to push in. 

Oh. 

Now it hurts. 

You hiss, and he stops moving immediately, looking at you. 

“Do you want me to pull out?” 

You shake your head, “No, I just need a moment.” 

He rubs your cheek with his thumb and smiles at you sweetly, “Tell me when you’re ready.” 

You take a big breath, “You can continue.”

He nods, but instead of pushing in, he pulls out almost all the way, and only then does he push slowly back in. Stopping at the same depth he was before. 

He repeats this slow back-and-forth, eyes on your face, and you start to relax. 

The pain is dwindling down, and the burn and stretch are starting to feel good. And full. 

Taehyung's breath becomes heavier, and you let out a shaky breath. 

On his next stroke, he tries to push a tiny bit deeper. 

You gasp loudly. 

Before he can ask, you nod, confirming you’re okay. 

He continues like that, thrusting before getting deeper a little by little. 

It feels so deep, you’re unsure how he can go even further. 

He stops after a while, kissing your cheek, “You okay?”

“Are you all the way in?”

It’s not exactly an answer, but you can’t formulate coherent thoughts right now. 

He chuckles a little and looks down to where your bodies connect. Like he’s assessing the situation. 

“Almost. We don’t have to. I can stay like that.” 

You shake your head, “No, no. You can continue. I’m good.” 

He nods, and with one slow movement, he pushes in. 

You can feel his hips against yours. You’re pretty sure he's all the way in. 

And if he’s not, there’s no way it can go any deeper. 

Taehyung lets out a shaky grunt and leans down to crush his lips on yours. 

“You feel so good,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“You too,” you whisper with a quivering voice. 

He starts to pull slowly out before moving back in. 

It still burns, and there’s still some pain. 

But it also starts to feel nice. 

Like a pressure you never felt before. A nice full sensation. 

It’s like a scratch to an itch you didn’t know you had. 

You wrap your hand over his shoulders and touch his back while he moves in and out of you in a gentle, soft rhythm. 

The sound of your heavy breaths fills the room, along with the squelching sounds from your body. 

You’ll feel embarrassed about it later. 

Right now, you can’t think about anything else but him. 

Taehyung's breaths become heavier by the second, and some whimpers he’s trying to contain escape his lips. 

His movements grow sloppier, though still gentle. 

With a louder grunt, he stills himself, deep inside you. 

He then lets out a shuddering breath and he crushes down on you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

Okay, so he came. 

Oh.

You thought you could feel it more. 

Maybe it’s because you’re still not used to the feeling of something inside of you. 

You stay like that for a little while. 

It’s nice; you like it. 

He’s warm, and you feel good under his weight, with your hands gently patting his back. His skin feels good against yours, it’s comforting. 

After his breath is steady, he whispers into your neck, “Sorry I came so fast.” 

He sounds a little flustered. 

Cute. 

“Don’t be. I liked it. Thank you for taking my virginity. I guess.” 

Oh God. 

Fucking shut up. 

‘Thank you for taking my virginity? ’ Are you serious right now?!

You’d face-palm yourself if you could right now. Why do you have to be so awkward? 

Tahyung chuckles on your skin. It tickles, and it makes you giggle.

“No, No. Thank you. It was amazing. You’re amazing,” and he seals it with a peck to your neck. 

You feel yourself blushing, and you hope Taehyung can’t see as he leans back and pulls himself out of you. 

He turns to sit on the bed with his back to you, and you can see that he removes the condom with a small hiss. 

As you leave the room, he stays with his back to you, giving you some privacy. “I’m gonna clean myself quickly.” You say while grabbing your pajama shorts and top, heading to the bathroom. 

You make sure to pee, remembering from your friends that it’s a must, and clean yourself with tissues. 

You look at your reflection in the mirror over the sink. Your hair is a little messy, and your cheeks are flushed. 

But you wouldn’t say you look bad. 

You have some glow to you. 

Is this the ‘afterglow’? 

What just happened dawns on you, and you can’t help but smile like an idiot.

You’re actually kind of proud of yourself — you went for it, didn’t overthink everything, and just… let it happen.

And it was fun. Taehyung is hot. And sweet.

All in all, it was a pretty good first time.

You give yourself a little mental pat on the back.

Back in your room, Taehyung is fully dressed again, sitting at the edge of your bed and looking down at his phone. When he notices you're back, he looks up and offers a small, slightly worried smile. "Are you good?" he asks.

You nod. "Yep. You?"

He chuckles, a little nervous. "Yeah, of course."

He rubs the back of his neck and glances at you with a shy smile. "Want to cuddle a little?"

"Sure." You try to sound casual, even though your heart’s doing backflips.

Cuddling in bed with a guy isn’t really your thing. Then again, neither is having sex with one.

But after what you’ve just done—and how much of you Taehyung has seen—it feels a little ridiculous to get shy now.

He smiles and leans back against your pillow, stretching out and opening one arm in silent invitation.

You circle the bed and lie beside him, carefully placing your head on his shoulder.

It’s a little awkward at first. Your body feels stiff, like it doesn’t quite know how to mold into someone else’s. You're not fully relaxed. 

But Taehyung doesn’t seem to notice. He wraps both arms around you, holding you close. His thumb moves gently over your shirt as you both lie there in comfortable silence for a while.

“This is nice,” he says softly, his voice warm and content. He sounds genuinely happy.

You hum in response, unsure what to say. What do you even talk about with someone right after sex?

A beat passes, and you feel him tense slightly before he asks, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, totally okay. I’m just… a little tired,” you reply, leaving out the and awkward part.

Taehyung seems to relax at your words, pulling you a little closer. “You can fall asleep like this. I don’t mind.”

And honestly? It is nice. His body is warm and solid, his heartbeat and slow breathing almost hypnotic. You could fall asleep like this, if you let yourself.

But you can’t.

“My sister’s coming back in the morning,” you say, and immediately regret how that sounds. Like you’re trying to kick him out.

“Ah, yeah. I also need to head home. My mom gets worried if I’m not back by morning,” he says, but the note in his voice doesn’t match his words. He sounds reluctant—maybe even a little sad.

You pull yourself up, propping on one elbow so you can see his face. His brows are slightly furrowed, and you hate the idea that you might’ve upset him.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you say quickly. “You can stay.” You hesitate just a beat before adding, “If you want to.”

Taehyung’s face shifts almost instantly, followed by that soft, crooked smile that makes your stomach flutter.

“I’d love that,” he says, like he really means it.

You smile, a little shy, and settle back down, tucking yourself against him, your head resting once more on his chest. His arms circle around you again, holding you even closer this time, like your invitation meant more than just staying a little longer.

It’s still dark when you wake up; something is moving by your side. You’re startled out of sleep before what happened comes back to you.

Taehyung is trying to get out of your bed quietly, careful not to wake you. Well, too late for that.

You blink a few times, still a little foggy when you ask, “What time is it?” Your voice is gruff from sleep.

Taehyung snaps his head back toward you, a little caught, a little guilty. “03:30. I tried not to wake you up. We… fell asleep.”

You nod slowly, starting to piece together the situation. Your body still feels warm from the night, your mind not fully awake but aware enough.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” you mumble as you grab a sweatshirt from the chair and pad over to him.

The two of you walk downstairs in silence until you stop by the door.

Taehyung reaches his hand toward you, and you see it twitch in the air, hesitant about where to land. He eventually rests it on your upper arm. “I really had fun tonight,” he says softly, eyes on you. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze that you don’t quite understand—and you’re too tired to try.

You give him a weak, sleepy smile. “Me too. Thank you.” He chuckles lightly. “Thank you too.”

Your face warms. 

This is embarrassing.

A few moments of silence pass before Taehyung sighs. He leans in slowly, pausing halfway like he’s assessing his next move, before closing the distance with a gentle peck to your lips.

“Good night, Y/N,” he whispers as he steps out.

You close the door behind him and say quietly,

“Good night, Taehyung.”

a/n: So… do you think our OC remembers that night clearly? And what do you think Taehyung remembers? Next chapter takes us back to the present — but don’t expect too many answers just yet.

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12 Years Ago

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If someone asked you what happened 12 years ago on a random summer night, you’d probably just say you got lucky with the hottest guy in high school—Kim Taehyung. But maybe the years blurred the memories—or maybe you just never had great judgment. Because this is actually what happened on that summer night, 12 years ago.

a/n: this chapter took me forever. I started writing it after I already had a pretty good chunk of the story done. Editing it was so HARD because it’s just so AWKWARD. But it’s also probably one of the sweetest chapters I’ve written, and I think it’s a really important one. For the story. For their story. Enjoy, my loves. Can’t wait to hear your thoughts💕

warnings: CRINGE!, kinda awkward first time sex, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 8.2k

Some July night 12 years ago

As usual, your friends convinced you to go to a party at someone’s house. You all met up at Michelle’s place to pre-game before heading out.

Honestly, the pre-game ended up being more fun than the party itself.

Drinks, music, gossip, getting ready together—that’s your kind of night. You never really understood trading that for a noisy, crowded, stinky party full of stupid boys and cheap alcohol.

And tonight was no different.

The party was okay. But you were ready to leave. 

It was a generic, uneventful party. 

At least Jake wasn’t there. You’re really on your last thread of patience with him. The guy just doesn’t seem to understand you’re uninterested. 

You did have some fun tonight. You even felt cute and flirted with some guys, had a couple of drinks. Just a few drinks to loosen your edges.

It’s not that you’re drunk or anything. 

You definitely can’t say the same about your friends.

It’s quieter on the front porch of whoever this house is. You hear the music and chatter from inside, but it is not as loud. 

The night air is somewhat refreshing. 

You lean against the railing, to your delight, alone. 

But before you even finish exhaling, the front door opens, and you see Taehyung looking around as if he’s looking for something. Your eyes meet, and you offer him a friendly smile. “Looking for someone?” 

“Nope,” Taehyung smiles back at you, closes the door behind him, and steps in your direction.

“What are you doing here?” he steps closer to stand by your side. 

“Umm, don’t tell Gabby, but I’m considering going home,” you tell hushly like it’s a secret. 

“Are you afraid of Gabby?” he smirks. He pretends to muse, “She’s very intimidating indeed.”

“Oh, shut up.” You hit his shoulder, “I’m not afraid. I told her I’m not ditching her tonight. I just don’t want to disappoint.” 

He chuckles and nudges your side, “I don’t think Gabby is the one who will be disappointed you’re going home.” 

You turn to look at him and need to tilt your head up from the proximity. You cock an eyebrow in question. Because you aren’t really sure what he means. 

“I think you left some broken hearts in there,” he answers teasingly. 

Is he talking about the guys you spoke with?

You scoff and laugh, “I don’t think any of them are looking for love, so I highly doubt any hearts were broken tonight.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised,” he grins at you. 

You don’t know what to say, so you just ignore this. “What are you doing here outside? The party is still going hard.”

“I had enough,” he answers simply. 

You fake gasp, “Kim Taehyung?! Had enough of partying?!” 

You think it’s more plausible that he left a trail of broken hearts. You assume that at least half of the girls would have jumped at the opportunity to leave with him.

You realize you barely saw him tonight, so maybe he already gave one of them a good time in one of the upstairs rooms. 

But you don’t say any of this aloud. 

He laughs and softly pushes your shoulder, “You’re annoying. Yes, sometimes I’ve had enough partying. So do you want to keep insulting me, or do you want me to walk you home?”

His suggestion takes you by surprise. 

You don’t want him to leave the party just to walk you home. You’re not even sure your house is in his way.

But you really want to go home. And you don’t want to wait for your friends, and you don’t want to walk by yourself at this hour.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” you question him. 

“Yeah, sure. Let me just tell Kook that I'm leaving,” he says, taking one step toward the door and looking in your direction. “Don’t you need to tell your friends?”

You know it’s the right thing to do, but they will never let you go if you come inside—and you really, really want to go. 

“I’ll text them.” 

Taehyung nods once and goes inside. 

[11:48 pm] You: going home

[11:48 pm] You: don’t look for me 😘

You’re about to put your phone back in your pocket when it vibrates.

[11:48 pm] Michelle 😻: grrllll nooooo, takr shts with us

[11:48 pm] Gabby ♥️: you’re going alone? It’s late

[11:49 pm] Gabby ♥️: is everything ok? I’ll walk with you

[11:49 pm] Nari 🌸: bby whyyyy

[11:49 pm] You: I’m all good, just tired

[11:49 pm] You: Tae said he’ll walk me home

[11:49 pm] You: don;t worry 😍 

[11:49 pm] Nari 🌸: hahahs havr funnnnnn

[11:50 pm] Jules🧚: wrap it bfr u tap it 🤓

[11:50 pm] Gabby ♥️: 😲😲😲😲 

[11:50 pm] Michelle 😻: u ggooo grll

You stare at your phone and shake your head. 

God, they’re so drunk. You need to put a reminder for later to check that they all got home. 

“Ready to go?” Tahyung asks from closely behind you. You’re startled, you didn’t even hear the door open behind you.

You turn your head towards him and nod, “Yes.” 

He gives you a cute little smile, and you're struck. 

He’s so close right now; suddenly, you’re very aware of how tall he is. His skin looks silky. His eyes are shiny and full of depth you never noticed. His lips are shaped perfectly, looking full, and firm, and soft at the same time. 

And he smells good. How does he not reek of alcohol like everyone else?

He looks beautiful in the low light of the balcony, dressed casually in a white T-shirt with cuffed sleeves tucked in light denim jeans. 

You were aware he was extremely attractive, but you never dwelt on his features. 

You can’t tear your eyes from his face. 

He licks his lips and smiles, like he caught you staring. That snaps you out of it. You look away and take a step forward as you say, “Let’s go.”

 

You walk silently, your eyes stuck to the ground. 

But Taehyung offers an easy conversation about you and his friends, the party, leaving for college, and future plans. 

It’s nice walking like that with him. You don’t think you had too much time alone with him. You usually see him in a group setting. 

He and his friends are kind of part of your larger friends group, so you see him quite often. But it’s always in a social setting. Never just the two of you. 

You also don’t think you ever were this close to him. 

And you hate to admit how much you like it. 

Like yeah, he always hugs you when you meet. And it’s always nice and warm and makes your heart beat a little faster. But he’s a friendly guy, and you’re not delusional. 

At least you try not to be. 

About 15 minutes later, you reach your house, and you point in its direction, “That’s it.”

Taehyung stops next to you. 

You turn to him, “Thanks.” He’s really close to you now. 

You need to tilt your head to see his face, and you’re not sure, but he looks a little… annoyed? Or disappointed? It’s dark, and you don’t know how to read him. 

He doesn’t say anything, just looking at you with his unreadable expression. 

You’re about to turn and go inside when everything simultaneously happens very fast and extremely slow. 

Taehyung's features soften, and he licks his lips. Instinctively, your eyes divert to them. Stupid instincts. 

The corners of his lips curve up to a small smile while he starts to lean down, closing the distance between you two. 

The next thing you know, his warm, beautiful, perfect, soft lips are on yours. 

Your brain is lagging, and you don’t react. Just stand there frozen, eyes open, as his lips are pressed against yours. 

You try to yell at your mouth, ‘MOVE! Kiss him back!’ 

But to your fortune, Taehyung isn’t discouraged by your statue-like state. Instead of running away, he gently moves his lips against yours. 

And somehow, it feels a thousand times better, and you melt into the kiss. 

When you start moving your lips in sync with his, you feel him smiling. It’s like someone lit a firecracker in your stomach. And when he moves one hand to the small of your back and pulls you a little closer, it’s like a whole damn fire. 

You’re not sure where this comes from, and you don't know why, but you want more. 

Well, don’t be stupid. 

You know why, this is fucking Kim Taehyung. 

Like, WTF is going on?!

You rest your hands on his shoulders, and it seems to spur him further. 

With his other hand, he gently holds the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. His lips part a little wider, and he snicks his tongue to lick the seam of your lips. And you'd be stupid to deny him access. When your tongues meet, you can’t help but sigh into his mouth. 

And Taehyung replaces his gentle, tentative hold of you with a confident one. Pulling you flush against him.

You reciprocate his motions; you want to have him closer. You move your hands from his shoulders to his neck. His soft hair strands tickle your fingers as you also pull him. 

Yet, despite how your bodies are now pressed to each other, he kisses you softly, gently. It’s a sweet kiss, and you feel like you can stay like that forever. 

And maybe you do. Because only after a small eternity do you softly part your lips. 

There is a hair's breadth between his face and yours. Your breaths are heavy, and you two look intently at each other. He looks like something has snapped inside him, as if he has just figured out something he is trying to solve. His eyes are shiny, and his lips are pink. He looks like a dream.

And then it hits you. 

Were you just making out with Kim Taehyung?! 

And he started the kiss? What the fuck is going on?

You feel yourself looking at him with wide eyes, lips parted. 

You’re about to ask him what the actual fuck is going on when he crushes his lips on you again. With such urgency, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer.

He crushes his lips on you with such force that your teeth hit his lips. 

The kiss is more intense, almost consuming. And you think you’ll burst into flames. 

You need more. 

And Taehyung gives it to you. He gently bites your lower lip and holds it between his teeth. When he sucks it, you let out a breathy moan. 

You can hear his breath choke in his throat, and his hold on you gets tighter. 

His fingers curl into your hair, and his hand on your back clutches your shirt. 

His tongue explores every corner of your mouth, and you feel dizzy. Intoxicated by everything that he is. 

When you grow more confident, or you just lose all inhibition, you suck his tongue. 

Taehyung grunts, and you feel him grind involuntarily into your hips. He’s hard. He’s hard because of you. It makes you let out a little gasp. 

And you’re very aware of the stickiness increasing in your panties. 

You need more.

You press your pelvis against his, and you make fucking Kim Taehyung moan. 

You. Made him. Moan. 

The kiss grows even sloppier, more desperate. It’s all teeth, tongues, and spit everywhere. Your hands get needy, exploring every inch of his broad back.  

You need more. 

You’re pressed tightly into each other; mouths stay connected, never parting.

You need more. 

You stand there, kissing. You don’t know how long. 

It’s the middle of the night, and the middle of the street.

And you need more. 

You need way more.

And then the best idea ever comes to your mind. 

Or the worst. 

You don’t know, don’t care. 

You lean back and part your lips from his for the first time in what feels like forever. 

Taehyung leans forward, chasing your lips, like he doesn’t want you to pull away. 

You look up at him and wait for him to open his eyes. 

It’s now or never. 

“Do you want to come inside?” 

Now it’s his turn to look at you with wide eyes. He looks surprised, like he didn’t expect that. Which is.. cute. 

You’re still holding each other close, and you think you can feel his heart racing — even faster than before.

Or is that yours?

Hard to tell. Hard to focus.

He blinks — once, twice — like he’s trying to process, then swallows hard. “Are you sure?” he asks, voice low, hesitant.

You nod. You’re sure.

You know exactly what this invitation means — and clearly, so does he. You want this. You need this.

“Did you drink?” he asks carefully.

Cute.

You shake your head. “I had, like, one drink hours ago. I’m not drunk — wasn’t at any point tonight.”

Your confidence flickers, shifting into worry. “Wait… do I smell like alcohol?”

Taehyung shakes his head quickly, almost too quickly. “No! You smell amazing.”

Oh god. You’re pretty sure you’re blushing like a tomato with how hot your face feels.

Without a word, you pull away from him and head toward the house.

Taehyung follows silently. You step inside, close the door behind him, and lock it.

The house is dark. Still. No one else is here tonight.

Your parents are off on a summer vacation with friends, and your little sister’s spending the night at a friend’s house.

You flick on the kitchen light, grab two glasses, and fill them with water — one for you, one for Taehyung.

Now you’re both standing by the kitchen island, sipping in silence.

It’s… awkward.

Not in a bad way, just unfamiliar. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, and you have no idea what to say or do. You tense and you don’t know how not to be weird about it. 

But every time your eyes meet, he gives you a sweet smile, making you relax a little. 

As long as you don’t let your eyes wander down.

Because, yeah… there’s definitely a bulge in his jeans.

Yeah, you have no idea what you’re doing. 

Taehyung finishes his water and steps a little closer, his arm brushing gently against yours.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentle, paired with that same sweet smile.

You’re nervous — obviously nervous — and he can probably see it all over your face.

Still, you nod. “Yep.” 

You take another sip before putting the empty glass on the counter. “No one’s home, but let’s go to my room.”

Smooth.Real smooth.

Taehyung just smiles and nods. 

In your room, you both sit side by side on the bed.

You turned on the night lamp to set the mood– or something like that– so the room is dim. 

There’s just enough light to see Taehyung looking at you.

You don’t think anyone has ever looked at you like that before.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone’s eyes shine quite like his.

Slowly, he places one hand on your bare thigh.

At a respectful place. 

He leans down, closing the distance between you, and places his other hand on the bed just behind your back, kind of caging your body with his.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, like you hadn’t just been grinding against each other on the street a few minutes ago. 

Your hands feel clammy, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you don’t know where to put them.

You decide to circle his waist and rest your hands on his back.

Even though you think it’s an innocent place to hold, it seems to do something to him.

He lets out a soft sigh and deepens the kiss.

The kiss becomes very intense very fast, and you grip him so tightly you feel like you’re pulling him toward you.

Of course, you’re not really moving him at all. Instead, he hooks his hand around your hip and pulls you in until your side is pressed flush against his.

The hand on your thigh — which you’d been trying to ignore for the sake of your sanity until now — starts to gently rub your skin.

Soon, his hand begins to glide slowly up your leg.

To Taehyung’s credit, he moves really slowly, giving you plenty of chances to stop him.

But when the tips of his fingers reach the edge of your skirt, you snap back instinctively.

He immediately pulls his hand away, and you find yourself missing its warmth on your thigh.

He looks at you, alarmed. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you wa—”

You shake your head, cutting him off. “No! No, you haven’t done anything wrong. I want it. It’s just…”

Your voice trails off.

You don’t want to say this to the hot guy sitting right next to you. You don’t want to scare him away. But you know you have to. It’s the right thing to do.

You inhale deeply, gathering your courage.

Taehyung watches you, still worried, like he’s done something wrong.

You look down, unable to meet his eyes as you confess.

“I-I’m…”

You clear your throat, suddenly very aware of how dry it feels.

“I haven’t… done anything like this before.”

You can’t believe you just confessed you’re a virgin to fucking Kim Taehyung.

God. Sometimes, you’re such a loser.

It’s not like you’ve never done anything or fooled around a bit. You’ve made out with a few guys, had some over-the-shirt and over-the-pants action. But nothing more than that.

Your friends tease you about it, of course.

And it’s not like you didn’t want to go further — it’s just that you never felt like you were in the right situation for it.

You don’t know if it’s because all men are idiots or if you just get too nervous and back out.

You look back at the hot guy who somehow ended up in your bedroom.

He looks like a fish out of water.

Completely shocked. His eyes are comically wide, mouth forming an ‘O’ shape, opening and closing as if trying to find the right words.

He’s trying to wrap his mind around what you just said—like you being a virgin is the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.

You pull your hands into your lap, fingers fidgeting nervously. You stare down at them, too embarrassed to meet his eyes again.

“I—I—” he finally mumbles something incoherent, trailing off for a beat before trying again.

“What about Jake? I—”

You snap your head up, frowning deeply. And he stops whatever he was about to say. 

What about Jake?!

WTF does he have to do with any of this?

You made out with Jake once at a party after they won a game.

Biggest mistake ever.

He was a sloppy kisser — in the worst way.

And after you had to push his hand away for the third time as it sneaked under your shirt, you got up and left.

You should’ve walked away the first time.

Since then, he’s shown up at parties or randomly texts you, asking if you want to “recreate the magic.”

Ugh. As if.

So why the hell is Taehyung bringing him up now?

The confusion and the irritation on your face seem to shake Taehyung out of his initial shock.

He reaches out and gently takes your hands in his.

You look back at him, and he’s apologetic, eyes scanning your face with a shy smile.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just kissing is fine with me. It’s more than fine,” he says softly, squeezing your hands gently.

He’s so cute.

So, so cute.

You shake your head, meeting his gaze. “I want this.”

He inhales sharply, but his face is still worried. “You sure? I’m really okay with this. I don’t expect anythi—”

You don’t let him finish.

Your hand moves to his shoulder, and you pull him down to lie beside you.

This time, you reach up to kiss him first.

Because you want to.

You want this.

You want this with him.

You’re not sure what led to this moment. But for the first time, it feels right. Almost like something meant to be.

It’s probably just the lust clouding your mind, because there’s no way in hell you were meant to lose your virginity to fucking Kim Taehyung.

But here you are. You’re not going to fuck up this opportunity. 

You kiss lazily, in this awkward position where your top half is lying on the bed while the bottom half is dangling off the bed. 

Now that it’s clear where you’re heading, you try to be a little braver. Your hand slides from his shoulder to his jaw, your thumb settling on his warm cheek. You feel him smile again into the kiss, and you think it’s the cutest thing ever. You don’t think you ever felt someone smiling while kissing you. 

And you love it. You love it so much that it makes you smile as well. 

Taehyung’s hand moves to your bare shoulder.

He doesn’t leave it there for long — he glides it gently up and down your arm before it finds your waist.

Your tank top has ridden up just slightly, and his thumb settles on the sliver of exposed skin he finds there.

There’s a good chance you’ll die tonight. 

Because this tiny touch, this little bit of stimulation, is enough to make you feel like you’re burning up inside. 

Your panties feel beyond sticky, and you’re pretty sure your wetness has started to smear on your thighs. And you press your body into Taehyung’s closer. 

Taehyung grinds as he holds your waist and pulls you, helping himself to get some friction. 

Soon, he decides it’s not enough. He pulls back and gently guides you to lie properly on the bed, then climbs over you. His hands plant on either side of your head, and knees on either side of your hips as he hovers above you.

His eyes lock with yours, his pupils are blown out, and his eyes are dark and intense.

In contrast, he reached a gentle hand to caress your cheek. He leans in, stopping just an inch from your lips, eyes still fixed on your face.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice low. Then he closes the distance, kissing you in a quick, intense smooch.

He trails his lips in soft, lingering pecks along your jaw, then down your neck.

His hand leaves your face and glides to your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his dark hair.

Tilting your head, you give him more access, and when he nips at that sensitive spot just behind your ear, a moan escapes you.

The sound makes him groan in return, and he lowers his hips to meet yours, grinding gently once.

He speaks against your neck, voice low and breathy.

“Tell me to stop whenever you want.”

With his warm breath ghosting over your skin and that tone in your ear, you’re pretty sure you’ll never want him to stop.

He wastes no time, returning to kiss, suck, and lick at your neck. Your fingers curl deeper into his hair, holding him close.

You don’t answer with words, just a soft hum, lost in the feeling.

But soon, your mouth feels lonely.

You want to taste his skin, too.

You guide his head up slightly, and the moment he’s above you, you lean up to kiss his jaw.

You follow his trail downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

When you suck a little harder at the crook where his neck meets his shoulder, he grunts and grinds into you again, this time with more force.

While your lips are still on his skin, you move one of your legs from between his, shifting to give him better access.

And Taehyung quickly catches up. His pelvis finds your core, and he starts to move his hips against yours tentatively. You let out a gasp against his neck, and he quickly finds your mouth with his. 

Taehyung slips his hand from your waist to your outer thigh, leaving it there, holding gently.  

He catches your lip with his teeth as his hips continue to grind. You let out a broken moan, and he starts to move his hand up your thigh. 

This is where you usually freak out. 

But you don’t. 

You want him to move his hand; you want him to touch you. 

You realize why you have never done this. 

This is how it feels when it’s right. 

When you want it. Really want it. 

When he reaches the hem of your skirt, he pauses — then pulls back just enough to look at you.

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, lips swollen and glossy, hair a beautiful mess.

You probably look the same kind of wreck.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough but careful, as his hand begins to move slowly up your thigh and just beneath your skirt.

You nod.

But he doesn’t go further.

Instead, he gives you a look paired with a gentle squeeze to your thigh. It’s like he’s asking, ‘Are you really sure?’

God. Cute. So fucking cute.

You nod again, a little firmer this time. “Yes.”

Your voice is breathless, tinged with nerves. But also eager.

You want this.

You want him to touch you. 

He lowers his head and kisses you again, slow and unhurried, while his hand slips further beneath your skirt. At first, he stays on the outside, exploring the sensitive skin of your upper thigh, caressing and squeezing.

It’s not so scary. 

Then, gradually, he moves closer to your center.

Your breath catches.

You feel kind of embarrassed by the wetness there. 

When his fingers finally make contact, pressing gently over your sticky panties, a soft, high-pitched whine escapes you.

Embarrassing. 

Taehyung’s head collapses to the crock of your neck, and he hiss, “Fuck.” 

Oh. 

So he likes it...?

His hand slips back to your thigh as he gently nudges your legs further apart, settling between them.

He shifts to lean on one forearm, eyes locked on yours.

“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” he says softly.

You nod, a little breathless.

He slides his hand back over your panties, never breaking eye contact, and then slowly begins to move his thumb in gentle, deliberate circles over your most sensitive spot.

You’d feel embarrassed or self-conscious. 

But you can’t, something about him makes you feel at ease. 

And it feels so good right now. 

It’s like an electric current moves through your entire body with every slight movement of his thumb. 

He adds just a little more pressure, and this time, the moan escapes before you can stop it. You bite your lip, back arching instinctively into his hand.

Taehyung looks like he’s pleased with the way you respond —he smiles as he leans down, lips returning to the crook of your neck. He peppers soft kisses along your skin, all while his thumb keeps working you through your panties, slow and steady.

You’re getting wetter by the second, warmth pooling low in your belly.

Then his mouth moves to your ear, and his voice comes out in a whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. “Can I move them?”

You nod, unable to find your voice, but somehow manage to mumble, “Yeah.”

His fingers dip under the waistband from the side, slow and careful. He drags one finger from the bottom of your center all the way up, wetting his fingers, before moving his hand in circles.

At this point, you lose connection to reality. 

All you can feel is the pleasant pressure between your legs and Taehyung’s hot and heavy breath ghosting over your neck. 

You want to feel more of him. 

Your hands slip under his shirt, palms dragging slowly up the his back. You start to pull his shirt over his back. With a soft exhale into your neck, Taehyung pulls back and peels off his shirt in one swift motion.

It’s a vision you weren’t even remotely prepared for. 

A topless Taehyung. In your bed. Kneeling between your legs. 

Taehyung moves like he’s about to return to his spot between your legs, but he pauses, eyes drifting up to meet yours.

His hand gently tugs at the hem of your tank top.

“Can I?” he asks softly.

You sit up just enough to help him pull it over your head.

When you lie back down, his eyes roam over you, never stopping at one point. 

His hands come to rest on your sides, fingers gliding over your skin — and that’s when you notice it.

They’re trembling.

Is he nervous? 

Could he be? 

It seems impossible. This is Kim Taehyung.

There’s no way this is new for him. You heard the gossip. The praising gossip. 

But before you can dwell on it, he leans down and kisses you again, deeper this time. You respond instantly, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

He lowers himself down to your neck, your collarbone, and he starts to kiss gently the swell of your breast above the bra. 

He moves one hand to grab the bottom of your breast, tilting his head up, eyes meeting you with a question. You nod once, and he moves to squeeze your breast while kissing every inch of skin he finds.

His hand trails from your chest down the slope of your stomach, fingers grazing lightly until he reaches the waistband of your skirt. Before he even asks — because you know he’s about to — you lift your hips and shimmy it down yourself.

The skirt hits the floor with a soft thud, and Taehyung shifts to kneel back on the bed. Now, in nothing but your bra and panties, you’re more exposed than you’ve ever been in front of anyone. And suddenly, you feel very aware of it.

It’s not that you think you don’t look good — you do. But you never were one of the gorgeous girls. The girls you know Taehyung was with. And it makes you feel a little less of yourself. 

Taehyung doesn’t seem to noticeyour spirilaing. His eyes are fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize everything.

He puts his hands on your hips and slides them up and down to your waist while still looking at you. 

And you notice it again. 

That shake in his hands. 

Eventually, his eyes lift to meet yours, and he gives you the sweetest smile. If you weren’t seconds away from doing very adult things, you’d say he looked like a pleased kid unwrapping a long-awaited gift.

He leans in and pecks your lips, feather-light. “Beautiful,” he whispers against them.

Then he kisses you again — deeper this time, with a new urgency.

No one has ever kissed you the way Kim Taehyung does.

He sends one of his hands back between your legs, sliding one finger under your panties and pressing it to your entrance. You let out a choked gasp into the kiss. 

He isn’t pushing in yet. He whispers against your lips, “Tell me if it’s too much.” 

He returns to kiss you while pushing his finger slowly.

He stops pushing after the first few centimetres, and he moves his lips to spread kisses all over your face. 

He murmurs against your cheek, “Feels good?”

For some reason, it makes you giggle. Trying to converse with him while his finger is in you. 

He chuckles at your response, “I’ll take that as a yes.” As he moves to kiss your neck.

You think that it does feel good. 

You’re not really sure. It’s different. You can describe it. 

It feels full? 

It’s not like it’s feeling bad. 

Or that you want him to stop. 

God, no.

It just feels weird to feel something moving inside of you? 

Before you can figure out what you think, he pushes inside a little more. 

You’re breath gets stuck in your throat. 

He halts his movement for a few moments before moving the finger gently in and out of you. 

Slowly but surely, you start to get used to the feeling. 

And you start to feel good. 

Real good. 

When Taehyung pushes in a little deeper, you let out a broken sound between a moan and a whine. 

And it affects him. 

He grunts into the crook of your neck and bites down on your shoulder. 

From then on, he steadily increases the pace of his thrusts, going a bit deeper each time. 

It seems that Taehyung enjoys it as much as you do. 

If you can tell by the grinding on your thigh. 

You can clearly feel the hard bulge rubbing against your leg. 

And like an epiphany, it lands on you. 

You want to touch him as well. 

To make him feel good, like he’s making you. 

You try to call him “Tae.” Your voice sounds weak and strained; you don’t recognize your voice. 

Taehyung stops his hand, still inside of you, and he lifts his head from your neck.

He looks wrecked, lips pink, swollen, and slightly parted, hair a total mess, eyes dark and soft, scanning your face, trying to figure out what you want. 

You trail your hands down his exposed abdomen, and you feel him shiver.

“I want to touch you.” 

Taehyung inhales, eyes slightly widening, locked on yours. 

“You don’t have to. I’m okay like that. I’m really, really okay.” 

You trail your hands lower, to the zipper of his jeans, “I want to touch you. If you want.” 

He nods forcefully, and you reach to open his jeans with wobbly hands.

He can probably sense your nerves as he straightens up to help you pull his jeans down his thigh, just enough so you can see the outline of his length in his white boxers. 

You also straight up, sitting on your heels in front of him. 

You tentatively send your hand to touch him over his boxers. You watch your hand as you gently wrap the outline of the bulge over the fabric. 

Before you even start to move it, Taehyung grunts, and you look back up to his face, and you see that he’s looking at you. 

His hand goes behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss is hard and intense. It feels like he’s trying to tell you something through it. 

But your head is spinning, and you feel tingly all over. 

You couldn’t recognize your own name right now. 

You start to touch him, light, tentative strokes at first, uncertain in your movement.

Nevertheless, Taehyung moans into your mouth. Clearly, enjoying whatever you are doing. And it gives you courage. 

You wrap your fingers more intently, giving more pressure as you move your hand. 

You reach out your hands to the band of his boxers. “Should I?”

Taehyung has a look you’ve never seen before — a raw, unguarded look that makes you think this must be what people mean when they say someone looks ‘fucked up’. 

You wonder if you look the same.

He leans his head into the crook of your neck and murmurs against your skin, “Please.”

You take a breath, and you push down his underwear just enough to free him. 

You sneak a look down, trying not to stare. 

Oh, shit. 

It's intimidating. 

You wrap your fingers around him. 

It's softer to the touch than you thought—and firmer. 

You try to move your hand up and down, not sure if what you're doing is good. 

By Taehyung's reaction, you must be doing something right. 

Because he quickly becomes a mess under your touch. 

He reaches his hands to hold your waist for a second before they travel up your side and to your breast. He gently cups them through your bra, not moving his hands yet, maybe waiting to see if you want him to stop. 

But you don’t. 

His hands are so big that they wrap you entirely, and you whimper from the warmth it spread through you. 

You feel his length twitch in your hand, and you halt your movement for a second. 

Not sure if you’ve done something wrong. 

Taehyung talks into your neck as he moves his hands to your back. 

"Can I take this off?” he says with a raspy voice as he touches the strap of your bra. 

You make some weird noise, something between a hum and a whine. He unclasps it, and you release him for a moment to help him move the bra away.

His hands return immediately to cup your– now bare– breasts. 

He gently rubs his thumb over your nipple, and you feel yourself shudder. 

Your forehead falls to his shoulder, and you return your hand to wrap around the base of him. 

You start to stroke him with more confidence, wanting to make him feel good. 

He lets out a moan, and you want more. 

You pick up the pace, trying to get more out of him. 

Taehyung continues to hold and squeeze your boobs, and his face is in your hair.

After a couple of minutes of stroking and both of you moaning and groaning, Taehyung moves his hands to hold your upper arms. 

“Y/n, f-fu-fuck. I can’t hold much longer.” 

You lift your head and look up at his face, open your palm, letting go of him. 

His face is flushed and a little shiny from sweat. 

You bite your lips, holding back a smile. 

You know what he meant, and you’re fucking proud of yourself.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask shily. 

Because you obviously don’t have any. 

He nods, he looks a little breathless. And you think maybe he looks a little embarrassed? Or self-conscious? Apologetic maybe? 

He stands up from the bed and gets his wallet from his back pocket, taking out a condom before pushing down his jeans and boxers. 

He rolls the condom on himself while still standing. 

He comes back to you and guides you to lie on your back. 

He hovers above you, like in the beginning, giving your lips a sweet peck before looking at you, pushing a hair strand behind your ear. 

“Are you sure? We can stop at any moment.” 

God. He’s so sweet. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Taehyung nods, and he moves to pull off your panties. 

He grabs his length to align it with your entrance. 

He’s about to start to push in, but he stops and leans to kiss you again. 

“Tell me if it hurts.” 

You nod, and he starts to push in.

You gasp. 

It does not exactly hurt, but you definitely feel the stretch. It feels more like a burning sensation. 

He stops after a bit and looks at you, “Okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sound entirely breathless. 

Taehyung leans down to kiss you softly as he slowly continues to push in. 

Oh. 

Now it hurts. 

You hiss, and he stops moving immediately, looking at you. 

“Do you want me to pull out?” 

You shake your head, “No, I just need a moment.” 

He rubs your cheek with his thumb and smiles at you sweetly, “Tell me when you’re ready.” 

You take a big breath, “You can continue.”

He nods, but instead of pushing in, he pulls out almost all the way, and only then does he push slowly back in. Stopping at the same depth he was before. 

He repeats this slow back-and-forth, eyes on your face, and you start to relax. 

The pain is dwindling down, and the burn and stretch are starting to feel good. And full. 

Taehyung's breath becomes heavier, and you let out a shaky breath. 

On his next stroke, he tries to push a tiny bit deeper. 

You gasp loudly. 

Before he can ask, you nod, confirming you’re okay. 

He continues like that, thrusting before getting deeper a little by little. 

It feels so deep, you’re unsure how he can go even further. 

He stops after a while, kissing your cheek, “You okay?”

“Are you all the way in?”

It’s not exactly an answer, but you can’t formulate coherent thoughts right now. 

He chuckles a little and looks down to where your bodies connect. Like he’s assessing the situation. 

“Almost. We don’t have to. I can stay like that.” 

You shake your head, “No, no. You can continue. I’m good.” 

He nods, and with one slow movement, he pushes in. 

You can feel his hips against yours. You’re pretty sure he's all the way in. 

And if he’s not, there’s no way it can go any deeper. 

Taehyung lets out a shaky grunt and leans down to crush his lips on yours. 

“You feel so good,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“You too,” you whisper with a quivering voice. 

He starts to pull slowly out before moving back in. 

It still burns, and there’s still some pain. 

But it also starts to feel nice. 

Like a pressure you never felt before. A nice full sensation. 

It’s like a scratch to an itch you didn’t know you had. 

You wrap your hand over his shoulders and touch his back while he moves in and out of you in a gentle, soft rhythm. 

The sound of your heavy breaths fills the room, along with the squelching sounds from your body. 

You’ll feel embarrassed about it later. 

Right now, you can’t think about anything else but him. 

Taehyung's breaths become heavier by the second, and some whimpers he’s trying to contain escape his lips. 

His movements grow sloppier, though still gentle. 

With a louder grunt, he stills himself, deep inside you. 

He then lets out a shuddering breath and he crushes down on you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

Okay, so he came. 

Oh.

You thought you could feel it more. 

Maybe it’s because you’re still not used to the feeling of something inside of you. 

You stay like that for a little while. 

It’s nice; you like it. 

He’s warm, and you feel good under his weight, with your hands gently patting his back. His skin feels good against yours, it’s comforting. 

After his breath is steady, he whispers into your neck, “Sorry I came so fast.” 

He sounds a little flustered. 

Cute. 

“Don’t be. I liked it. Thank you for taking my virginity. I guess.” 

Oh God. 

Fucking shut up. 

‘Thank you for taking my virginity? ’ Are you serious right now?!

You’d face-palm yourself if you could right now. Why do you have to be so awkward? 

Tahyung chuckles on your skin. It tickles, and it makes you giggle.

“No, No. Thank you. It was amazing. You’re amazing,” and he seals it with a peck to your neck. 

You feel yourself blushing, and you hope Taehyung can’t see as he leans back and pulls himself out of you. 

He turns to sit on the bed with his back to you, and you can see that he removes the condom with a small hiss. 

As you leave the room, he stays with his back to you, giving you some privacy. “I’m gonna clean myself quickly.” You say while grabbing your pajama shorts and top, heading to the bathroom. 

You make sure to pee, remembering from your friends that it’s a must, and clean yourself with tissues. 

You look at your reflection in the mirror over the sink. Your hair is a little messy, and your cheeks are flushed. 

But you wouldn’t say you look bad. 

You have some glow to you. 

Is this the ‘afterglow’? 

What just happened dawns on you, and you can’t help but smile like an idiot.

You’re actually kind of proud of yourself — you went for it, didn’t overthink everything, and just… let it happen.

And it was fun. Taehyung is hot. And sweet.

All in all, it was a pretty good first time.

You give yourself a little mental pat on the back.

Back in your room, Taehyung is fully dressed again, sitting at the edge of your bed and looking down at his phone. When he notices you're back, he looks up and offers a small, slightly worried smile. "Are you good?" he asks.

You nod. "Yep. You?"

He chuckles, a little nervous. "Yeah, of course."

He rubs the back of his neck and glances at you with a shy smile. "Want to cuddle a little?"

"Sure." You try to sound casual, even though your heart’s doing backflips.

Cuddling in bed with a guy isn’t really your thing. Then again, neither is having sex with one.

But after what you’ve just done—and how much of you Taehyung has seen—it feels a little ridiculous to get shy now.

He smiles and leans back against your pillow, stretching out and opening one arm in silent invitation.

You circle the bed and lie beside him, carefully placing your head on his shoulder.

It’s a little awkward at first. Your body feels stiff, like it doesn’t quite know how to mold into someone else’s. You're not fully relaxed. 

But Taehyung doesn’t seem to notice. He wraps both arms around you, holding you close. His thumb moves gently over your shirt as you both lie there in comfortable silence for a while.

“This is nice,” he says softly, his voice warm and content. He sounds genuinely happy.

You hum in response, unsure what to say. What do you even talk about with someone right after sex?

A beat passes, and you feel him tense slightly before he asks, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, totally okay. I’m just… a little tired,” you reply, leaving out the and awkward part.

Taehyung seems to relax at your words, pulling you a little closer. “You can fall asleep like this. I don’t mind.”

And honestly? It is nice. His body is warm and solid, his heartbeat and slow breathing almost hypnotic. You could fall asleep like this, if you let yourself.

But you can’t.

“My sister’s coming back in the morning,” you say, and immediately regret how that sounds. Like you’re trying to kick him out.

“Ah, yeah. I also need to head home. My mom gets worried if I’m not back by morning,” he says, but the note in his voice doesn’t match his words. He sounds reluctant—maybe even a little sad.

You pull yourself up, propping on one elbow so you can see his face. His brows are slightly furrowed, and you hate the idea that you might’ve upset him.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you say quickly. “You can stay.” You hesitate just a beat before adding, “If you want to.”

Taehyung’s face shifts almost instantly, followed by that soft, crooked smile that makes your stomach flutter.

“I’d love that,” he says, like he really means it.

You smile, a little shy, and settle back down, tucking yourself against him, your head resting once more on his chest. His arms circle around you again, holding you even closer this time, like your invitation meant more than just staying a little longer.

It’s still dark when you wake up; something is moving by your side. You’re startled out of sleep before what happened comes back to you.

Taehyung is trying to get out of your bed quietly, careful not to wake you. Well, too late for that.

You blink a few times, still a little foggy when you ask, “What time is it?” Your voice is gruff from sleep.

Taehyung snaps his head back toward you, a little caught, a little guilty. “03:30. I tried not to wake you up. We… fell asleep.”

You nod slowly, starting to piece together the situation. Your body still feels warm from the night, your mind not fully awake but aware enough.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” you mumble as you grab a sweatshirt from the chair and pad over to him.

The two of you walk downstairs in silence until you stop by the door.

Taehyung reaches his hand toward you, and you see it twitch in the air, hesitant about where to land. He eventually rests it on your upper arm. “I really had fun tonight,” he says softly, eyes on you. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze that you don’t quite understand—and you’re too tired to try.

You give him a weak, sleepy smile. “Me too. Thank you.” He chuckles lightly. “Thank you too.”

Your face warms. 

This is embarrassing.

A few moments of silence pass before Taehyung sighs. He leans in slowly, pausing halfway like he’s assessing his next move, before closing the distance with a gentle peck to your lips.

“Good night, Y/N,” he whispers as he steps out.

You close the door behind him and say quietly,

“Good night, Taehyung.”

a/n: So… do you think our OC remembers that night clearly? And what do you think Taehyung remembers? Next chapter takes us back to the present — but don’t expect too many answers just yet.

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Starry Night

Taehyung was your high school crush. Fuck that—he was everyone’s high school crush. But that was twelve years ago. What does it matter that he’s now a fellow director at your company? It’s not like you have anything to do with him. He probably doesn’t even remember you… does he?

a/n: A fic I started writing back in July 2024 and finally ready to be shared with you. It’s a story that means a lot to me, and I’m so excited (and a little terrified) to be posting it. I don’t have a planned update schedule, but I’ll try to post a new chapter every two to three weeks. Thank you for reading—I hope you enjoy it as much as I’ve loved writing it ❤️

warnings: cursing, corporate talk, unhealthy use of alcohol, past trauma, sex. Please check every chapter for more specific warnings if needed.

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Chapter 1 - Fucking Kim Taehyung (2.5k)

“Have you seen the new director? Kim something.”

Chapter 2 - 12 years ago (8.2k)

“I think you left some broken hearts in there.”

Chapter 3 - First Second Meeting (5.9k)

TBA

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"You sure you can handle the kind of tension relief I'm talking about?" - No, I'm not.

KIKI 😳😳😳

You're INSANE for this chapter.

“He growls—actually growls, okay paw patrol?” ARE YOU SERIOUS????

I'm unwell. Please, someone, come and help me.

I don’t know how you do this — taking us from sadness and desperation, worrying for Jeon, to going absolutely feral for Jungkook. I started the previous chapter ready to cry and be emotionally destroyed... and you did destroy me, but for a completely different reasons...

It was so hot and so infuriating that I wanted to strangle him and straddle him at the same time. He’s the perfect blend of villain and lover boy. He's desperate for control, but with zero grip on his emotional state.

And now? I want more. Let me quote you: "It’s not enough — nowhere near enough."

I just can't with your talent anymore. You're an ICON. I love you kiks 😍

死 KKANGPAE | #17 死

† bedroom confessions †

“His real name is the most dangerous thing he’s ever given you.”

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word count: 7.5k

rating: explicit (18+)

content: first time in jeon’s bedroom, real name revelation, sexual tension finally exploding, dirty talk that’ll make you blush, spanking kink discovery, emotional walls starting to crack, post-sex vulnerability, and lines being crossed that can never be uncrossed.

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☠ author's note ☠

Y’ALL I’M DECEASED. Just casually writing 7.5k of filth like it’s nothing. Who even am I at this point? My laptop is judging me, my FBI agent is traumatized, and I haven’t made eye contact with my roommate in three days.

So… that happened. Jungkook finally shared his real name AND his bed, and honestly? The power that man holds when he’s being all dominant and teasing is absolutely CRIMINAL. I had to take several water breaks while writing this chapter because WHEW. Is it hot in here or is it just me? (¬‿¬)

The fact that Jungkook’s idea of aftercare is literally “wanna stay connected all night?” has me HOLLERING. Sir, that is NOT how this works—but also it’s so perfectly HIM. Our emotionally stunted sniper boy doesn’t know how to process feelings unless they’re shooting through a rifle scope.

And Y/N with the attitude even DURING sex? A queen behavior. Standing ovation for not becoming a complete puddle the second he touched her (though let’s be real, it was close).

Let’s also talk about how they can’t stop BANTERING even post-orgasm. These two idiots calling it “charity work” when they’re both equally obsessed with each other? THE DELUSION. I love them so much it physically hurts my face.

I know I promised slow burn but uh… Listen. LISTEN. It’s an EMOTIONALLLL slow burn. The fuck buddies tag is there for a reason. Sometimes characters just take over and you have to let them bang it out, you know? It’s for their mental health or whatever.

Don’t get too comfortable though! We all know what happens in this universe when people get too happy… the universe (aka me, their cruel god) decides to throw a wrench in everything. ⌒(o＾▽＾o)ノ

Next chapter will give us a little morning-after situation and maybe even some actual plot development if I can stop writing smut for five seconds!

Love ya, trauma vultures! Keep those comments coming, they fuel my sleep-deprived writing sessions!

xoxo 💋

P.S. Also, for the hate comment I deleted 5 seconds after it was posted (you tried though)… here's an even longer author's note, since yk, like you said, nobody reads them… More for me to yap without consequences, I guess.

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You're in Jeon's room. 

Jeon's fucking room. 

When he'd texted you to come to the shooting range earlier, you'd figured it was just another one of his typical late-night training sessions. 

But now? Now you're here, on his bed , with him standing over you like he’s already decided you’re his next target.

Like you’re already dead and just haven’t figured it out yet.

Okay, maybe a tiny part of you had hoped for this. (Shut up , horny brain.)

But you'd only agreed to be fuck buddies like, what, some hours ago?

And here you are already, sprawled across his sheets, heart hammering against your ribs like it's trying to escape.

Talk about moving fast.

Except it isn't simple. Not when you're already spread out across his bed like you fucking live here. Not when your heart's kicking like a scared rabbit in your chest.

Your fingers curl into his sheets on reflex. Satin. Dark. Smells like pine and something sharper—pine. Him. God, that should not do things to you but it does.

You fight the dumb grin twitching at the corner of your mouth.

Because here's the thing.

He's just as gone for it.

Jeon's staring down at you like he hasn't eaten in days. Dark eyes locked on you like you're dinner and dessert and every guilty pleasure combined. There's no hesitation. No second-guessing. No going slow. Just that razor-focused, dangerous glint he always gets before pulling the trigger on a mark.

And Jesus Christ, you're the mark.

Your breath catches.

That stormy energy of his? It's fucking alive. Wrapping around you. Crawling over your skin. You feel it. You taste it. Static in the air—sharp, biting, almost buzzing in your goddamn teeth.

His fingers graze your thigh and oh. 

That's nice. Really nice. 

But before you can really enjoy it, he pulls his hand away. Plants it on the mattress by your head, making the bed creak under his weight.

You snap your head up in disbelief. "Seriously?"

Your voice cracks. Great. Love that for you.

But then his other hand comes up—slides along your jaw like he owns you. Fingers rough. Callused. Deadly. And all you can do is stare like a fucking idiot as his thumb presses against your bottom lip. Tugging. Testing.

You go pliant before you even process it. Lips parting on instinct.

His mouth opens just a little—like he's picturing it. Like he wants to taste you. Swallow you whole.

And goddamn it, you want that too.

So bad it hurts.

Is he imagining what it'd be like to kiss you? 'Cause you sure as hell are.

"You sure you can handle the kind of tension relief I'm talking about?" he asks, voice low and gravelly. 

You almost laugh. As if you haven't been thinking about this exact scenario for weeks. 

"Guess you'll have to show me so I can decide, huh?"

That does it. 

He moves. Fast.

You barely register it before he's already there—mouth crashing into yours like he's starving. Teeth. Tongue. Fucking warzone.

There's no slow build-up. No teasing. Just pure, raw take.

Your breath punches out of you as you grab for him. Instinct. Desperation. Your fingers slip into his hair—damp, messy, soft as hell. You tug. Hard.

He groans into your mouth. Loud. Deep. Way too fucking hot. It rips down your spine like lightning.

You bite his lip just to feel him suck in air through his teeth. God, that sound—that sound—shoots straight to your core. Your legs twitch under him, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the ache.

It doesn't work. Makes it worse.

Jeon doesn't let you off easy either. He dives back in. Deeper this time. Tongue claiming, swallowing every shaky breath you give him like he owns them now.

His body shifts—presses down harder—pinning you to the mattress without saying a single word. Your back arches up like a fucking reflex. Can't help it.

And then, just as fast, he pulls back.

Forehead against yours. Breath ragged. Lips slick and swollen.

His chest rises and falls like he just ran a mile.

You're no better. Gasping. Throat dry. Pulse wrecked.

"We doing this?" he asks. 

Not really a question. He knows. You both know. Still—he waits.

And maybe it's stupid how much that makes your throat go tight.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "Yes."

One word. That's all it takes for Jeon's eyes to darken further.

His mouth finds yours again, but only for a moment. Then he's moving—trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. When his teeth graze below your ear, a small gasp leaves your throat.

Fuck.

The sound does something to him. You can tell by the way his fingers dig into your hip, how his breath comes out just a bit harsher against your skin.

His other hand slides down your stomach, fingers spread wide like he's trying to touch as much of you as possible. The shirt bunches up with the movement. 

More skin exposed to the cool air of his room. More of you for him to explore.

You can barely breathe right. Every inhale is shallow, desperate. A whine builds in your throat, needy and embarrassing, but you're too far gone to care. You want more. More of his hands on you, more of his mouth, more of the way he's practically caging you in with his body.

He makes this sound—low and satisfied, almost like a growl—that has heat pooling between your legs.

"Jeon," you breathe out. 

He pulls back just enough to look at you. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. 

"Jungkook," he corrects, voice rough with want. "My real name is Jungkook. Say it like that again."

Your breath catches. Using real names in Kkangpae isn't something you take lightly. It's intimate. Personal. A sign of trust that goes beyond the physical.

"Jungkook," you say again, louder this time. Testing how it feels on your tongue. 

The way his eyes darken tells you everything you need to know about how it sounds to him.

He growls—actually growls, okay paw patrol?—at that, like your voice saying his name is doing things to him. Like he can't get enough of it.

God. The way he's looking at you right now.

"Turn over for me," he murmurs like a command, but there's something patient in his voice. "I need to see that ass."

Your whole body feels like jelly as you move. The mattress dips beneath you, and fuck—you realize how exposed you are right now, laid out for him like this. How vulnerable. 

How wanted.

"Ass up, sunshine," he says, voice raspy.

You push yourself up on your elbows, lifting your hips. The position makes you feel s̶l̶u̶t̶t̶y̶ bold, but it also feels slightly intoxicating, being on display like this, knowing exactly what it's doing to him.

The sharp intake of his breath is worth it.

His hands hover over you for a moment—those same hands that can take a life from a mile away with a sniper rifle now ghosting across your skin. The anticipation has your stomach in knots, has you fighting the urge to push back against him.

When he finally touches you, it's almost reverent. Like he's mapping out territory he plans to claim.

"Fuck," he breathes out; and the way he says it—like a prayer, like worship—makes your face burn. "You have no idea what your ass does to me."

His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, kneading with the kind of expertise that makes you wonder h̶o̶w̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ if he's thought about this before. 

You have to press your face into the pillow to muffle the sounds trying to escape your throat. 

Because if you start, you're not sure you'll be able to stop.

He takes his time, methodical in a way that's driving you insane. His thumbs spread you open, then let you fall back together. His hands work their way, massaging and squeezing. The heat under your skin builds until you feel like you might combust. Like you might actually catch fire right here in his bed.

"Such a perfect ass," he groans, and then—oh—his lips are pressing against one cheek, then the other. Soft kisses that feel somehow filthier than anything else he's done. "Fucking beautiful."

The praise hits different when it's coming from him. When it's Jungkook—cold, distant, perfectionist Jungkook—telling you how perfect you are.

When he pulls back, the loss of contact hits different. Like someone just yanked a warm blanket off you.

"I want to try something," he says, and okay, when his voice sounds like that you'd say yes to almost anything he'd say. 

"Yeah?" Your voice is breathy, but at this point you're too curious (too turned on) to give a single fuck.

His hand traces up your spine, gentle in a way that doesn't match how intensely he's staring at you. The contrast makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.

"I want to spank that gorgeous ass of yours." 

It comes out like a confession, like he's been thinking about this for a while. There's a question mark hanging at the end of it though, waiting for your permission.

Oh.

Something hot and electric zips through you at the suggestion. Your brain staggers for a second, but your body's already made up its mind. You're nodding before you can even process what this means.

"Let's do it," you say, maybe too eagerly, but the thought of his hand coming down on your ass has lit something up inside you that you didn't even know was there.

"Remember our safe word?"

Even in the middle of this is, he's making sure you're both on the same page.

"Black tape," you confirm immediately. 

Having that word there, knowing you can use it anytime—it's like a safety net. Makes everything else feel okay.

"Good."

He positions himself behind you again, and the anticipation is k̶i̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ driving you crazy. His hand hovers over your skin, making you feel every inch of exposed flesh. 

Then, the first spank lands.

It's almost gentle—like he's testing the waters, seeing how you'll react.

The sound it makes in the quiet room has your face burning.

Sharp. Clean. Loud. 

Your skin blooms with heat where his palm connected, and fuck—it's not exactly painful, but it sends this electric feeling through your whole body that has you gasping. The sting melts into something warmer, spreading under your skin until you feel like you're floating.

Your face burns. 

And... It's not from pain.

Obviously, he's watching you like a hawk, trying to read your reaction. You can feel his eyes on you, heavy and intense.

"How was that?" His voice comes out rough, like he's the one who just got spanked.

You have to take a second to remember how words work.

"Good," you manage to get out, barely above a whisper. "Really good."

He gives you time to process, to just feel it. Then his palm is back on your ass, but this time he's not spanking. He's just... touching. Soothing the heated skin with gentle strokes that somehow feel more intimate than the spank itself.

It's messing with your head—how he can switch from rough to gentle so fast. One second he's spanking you, the next he's treating you like you're made of glass.

The air feels exactly like right before a storm hits. 

Jungkook's presence behind you is overwhelming in the best way, and when his hand moves away, you actually have to bite back a whine.

Every second he makes you wait feels like torture. You arch your back a little, trying to be s̶l̶u̶t̶t̶y̶ subtle about asking for more. You can't see his face, but you know he's smirking. 

You've seen that look enough times to picture it perfectly—that cocky little quirk of his lips, the way his eyes get all dark and intense.

"Ready for another?" he asks, voice gone all gravelly; and it shouldn't be hot, but it is.

Your heart's going crazy in your chest when you nod. "Yes."

Waiting has has your skin tingling, has you holding your breath without even meaning to.

You can feel him shifting behind you, the mattress dipping as he draws his arm back. 

When his palm connects this time, it's not a question—it's a statement. 

The smack echoes off the walls, louder than before, and holy shit.

"Fuck," you gasp out. 

It stings more this time, sharp and intense, but in a way that makes everything feel unfairly good.

"How does that feel?" His words drip with arousal, but there's still that undercurrent of concern. 

Always checking, always making sure.

"Nice," you hear yourself say, and you're surprised by how eager you sound. Like you can't get enough. "Keep going."

There's a pause, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"As you wish," he finally says, and you don't need to see his face to know he's smirking.

He pulls back again, and like the asshole he is, he makes you wait a little bit.

Not for long though, because clearly, the fucker is enjoying this too.

When the third spank lands, it's like a lightning bolt straight to your core. It's stronger, more controlled, and the pleasure that rips through you is so intense it steals your breath. 

You cry out—not from pain, but from how good it feels. 

How it makes your whole body sing.

This time, his hand stays put. You can feel the heat of his palm against your stinging skin, and it's grounding in a way you didn't know you needed.

"Beautiful," he breathes out, like you're some kind of work of art.

You hadn't pegged Jungkook as the type to be into this kind of thing. But the way his breath catches, the slight tremor in his hand as it rests on your ass—it's like he's discovering something about himself right along with you.

Maybe it's a spanking thing. Or maybe it's just a you thing.

Or your ass thing. 

Either way, the realization that you're affecting him this much? 

Heady. Bargaining material. 

His fingers start tracing patterns on your heated skin, soothing the sting. Again with the contrast, from the spanking to this. Like he's not quite sure himself where he stands.

"You okay?"

You nod into the pillow, not trusting your voice right now. 

Because how do you tell someone that you're more than okay? That you're floating on some kind of pleasure high you didn't even know existed?

And honestly, this whole situation is simply making it hard to think straight. 

But then, Jungkook moves, slowly, creates some distance and—oh? 

A soft thud. His towel hitting the floor. 

He steps closer once more, bare skin against yours, and it's hot. He's hot. His skin is hot.

His body is all hard lines pressed up against your softer curves, and when his cock presses against your panties, you actually have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

You push back against him without thinking. 

S̶l̶u̶t̶t̶y̶ Needy.

"You're driving me fucking crazy," he makes this sound you can't quite classify.

The raw want in his voice does things to you. But before you can even think of responding, his hand comes down on your ass again. 

Hard.

The sound echoes through his room, and you can't help the moan that slips out.

(Anyone walking past his door would definitely hear that one.)

"Tell me you felt that," he demands.

"I felt it," you manage to get out between breaths. "I felt all of it."

Then his free hand wraps around your waist, fingers spreading wide like he's trying to conquer as much of your body as possible. He pulls you closer, and god—you can feel every inch of his cock pressed against you through the thin fabric of your panties. 

The contrast between his rough skin and the smooth material is driving you insane.

"You want more?" 

He's trying to sound teasing, but you can hear how affected he is. His voice is multiple octaves deeper than his usual 'whatever' tone.

"Yeah." Your voice comes out wrecked. "Don't stop."

He laughs—this low, dangerous sound that makes your toes curl. "God, I love how eager you are."

His hand comes down hard—harder than before—and the sound echoes through his room like a gunshot. You can't help the groan that rips from your throat. It's embarrassingly loud, but who cares at this point?

The sting burns hot across your skin, sharp and biting, sinking deeper until it melts into that aching pulse you can’t get enough of. You can feel exactly where his palm landed, the heat of it sinking deep into your flesh.

"Christ, you take it so well," he says, and his fingers dig into the spot he just spanked, pressure making you bite your lip. "I can see the shape of my hand on your ass, turning red. It's fucking sexy."

You're breathing like you just ran a marathon, each exhale coming out kind of whiny and desperate. Your brain’s mush. All you can register is his hands and the heat of him grinding against you.

"Jungkook, please." The way you say his name is straight-up pathetic, way too needy. 

You push back against him, wanting to feel him without these stupid panties in the way.

His fingers trail down your spine, so slow it’s infuriating. They dance over the curve of your ass before playing with the edge of your underwear. When his fingers finally hook into the fabric, you freeze, chest tightening as he pulls the fabric aside.

Your face is pressed into his mattress, ass up in the air like some kind of offering. You should feel exposed, but something about it just feels right.

"You're already so wet for me..." You can hear the smirk in his voice. What an asshole. "How can I resist?"

But he does resist, the bastard.

His touch goes all gentle, fingers just barely exploring your folds like he's got all the time in the world. Like he's trying to memorize every little detail—how wet you are, how warm, the way you can't help but tremble. 

He then makes this approving sound deep in his throat and you've had enough.

"Jungkook," you whine, dragging out his name like some kind of desperate prayer. "Stop teasing."

"But I want to watch you squirm," he says, and fuck—you can tell he means it. 

He wants to see you fall apart, wants to watch you beg.

What a bitch. 

His sadistic little game only gets worse when you complain. You can feel his finger right there, barely touching where you need him most, just collecting evidence of how embarrassingly wet you are. The anticipation is k̶i̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ driving you insane as he slides that finger up and down, parting you without actually giving you what you want. Using your own arousal to make the glide easier.

You try to push back against him, to get his finger inside you—anything. But his other hand is pressed firm against your lower back, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

"Jesus Christ, just fuck me already," you can't help but groan, frustrated. 

But Jungkook—because he's a bastard—just keeps playing his little game.

"I'll fuck you when you're ready to break from wanting it so bad," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. 

He loves it. 

His finger circles your entrance, the touch so light it's actually torture. Every time he passes over that spot, you clench around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you.

When he finally pushes just the tip of his finger in, you actually sigh out loud—half relief, half frustration. Your whole body's shaking with how bad you need more, but he keeps holding back. Adding pressure so slowly it should be illegal, pushing in just to pull back out again.

He's drawing this out just because he can, the power-tripping dickhead.

The pressure builds just a tiny bit as he shows you the smallest amount of mercy, sliding that one finger in entirely so slow you think you might actually lose your mind. 

It's not enough—nowhere near enough—and he knows it. 

You want him to stop being so careful, to just take what you're offering.

Despite how frustrated you are (or maybe because of it), you can't help but smirk. 

"What, you got no condoms this time either?"

The words come out all breathy between your gritted teeth—and honestly? Not your brightest idea, bringing up that particular memory from the tent.

The response is immediate—his hand comes down hard on your ass, sting spreading across your skin like wildfire.

"Aw, what the fuck—?" 

You yelp, caught between the sharp pain and how embarrassingly turned on it makes you feel—like your body can't decide if it wants to flinch away or push back for more.

"You should know better than to sass me right now."

Then his hand is smoothing over the spot he just spanked, gentle in a way that feels almost worse than the hit itself.

"You're such an asshole," you tell him, but there's no real bite to it. 

You both know you don't mean it, not when you're bent over his bed with his finger inside you.

"Mhm, but you fucking love it, don't you?" 

He says it like it's just a fact. Like the sky is blue, water is wet, and you get off on him being a dick.

(The worst part is he's not wrong.)

You can't help but grown more impatient when you feel his ring finger press up against your entrance, right next to where his middle finger is already buried inside you. He pauses there, just letting you feel the pressure.

"For fuck's sake, just do it." Your voice cracks embarrassingly, giving away just how bad you want it.

He laughs, low and rough. "Patience, I want you to feel every single inch."

Can he die? Genuinely. 

Then the pressure builds as he starts working his ring finger in alongside the other one. He's being so fucking methodical about it, pushing deeper into you at a pace that's making you lose your mind. 

Every inch feels like it takes forever.

"You feel so fucking tight, you sure you can handle both?"

The teasing note in his voice makes you want to bite him. He already knows the answer, the smug bastard.

"I can take more than you can give," you get out between breaths, because fuck him.

And it's meant to be cocky, but it comes out sounding more desperate than anything.

"We'll see about that."

His fingers stop moving for a second—just long enough to make you whine—before he starts pushing in even slower. Like he's trying to make you feel every single movement, every stretch, every slide.

And at this point your body's on fucking fire. But can you be to blame, when he's been nothing but an infuriating tease?

Little pleading sounds keep escaping your throat without permission. You're practically chanting 'please's as you try to push back against his hand. But he's got you pinned, keeping that torturously slow pace.

"Fucking... jerk," you mutter—because he absolutely is. 

"Yeah," he agrees. "I am."

When both his fingers finally—finally—bottom out inside you, you actually gasp. Your body clenches around them greedily, trying to get any kind of movement, and the grunt he lets out sounds s̶e̶x̶y̶ pleased.

"Tell me how much you want it."

It's not a request. His voice has that edge to it that makes it very clear.

"I want it more than my next breath." The words tumble out raw and honest.

"Good girl," he says, and even though it's rough around the edges, the praise makes you stutter.

His fingers curl inside you, making you moan embarrassingly loud. Then the bastard just... stops. Stays completely still, letting you feel exactly how deep his fingers are, how they're stretching you open.

You're actually going to lose your mind if he doesn't start moving soon. But you refuse to beg—you won't give him the satisfaction.

"I think listening to you beg is my new favorite sound," he says, like he can read your thoughts.

"Fuck off—" The words die in your throat when his fingers pull back just a tiny bit before pushing deep again, and yup, the sound that comes out of your mouth is straight-up pathetic.

"You're driving me insane," you tell him, trying to sound angry.

"That's the idea." He says, but it's all dark and pleased. "I want you out of your mind with need, so when I finally give you what you're begging for, you'll remember who put you there."

Fuck.

His fingers are still buried deep inside you, not moving, and you can feel every single knuckle. It's like a preview of what's coming later—a promise that this is just the start, and he's planning to take his sweet time getting there.

The seconds drag by like hours. You're stuck in this weird space between pleasure and frustration, where his fingers feel so good but it's n̶o̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ not nearly enough. The heat of his body against yours isn't helping either. Having him this close but not getting what you want is actually torture.

"Are you planning on moving anytime this century?"

And yeah. It sounds bitchy. 

Exactly how you want it.

"In due time."

You can barely breathe right, desperation clawing at your throat. Then—oh—his finger brushes against your clit, so light you almost think you imagined it. Your hips jerk without permission, chasing that barely-there touch.

"Jungkook," you warn, half-growl, half-whine.

He chuckles. "No patience at all, huh?"

"Just fucking touch me already." The snark in your voice is falling apart, giving way to pure need.

"Ahh, I love it when you get all feisty."

You open your mouth to tell him exactly where he can shove that smugness, but then his finger is back on your clit. 

Just ghosting over it, barely any pressure at all. 

But your whole body lights up anyway, every nerve ending suddenly wide awake.

"This is torture," you accuse, though the breathiness in your voice kind of ruins the effect.

"Not torture. Appreciation." He hums. "I'm just enjoying all those pretty sounds you make. The way you shake. How desperate you get."

Bastard.

His finger starts moving in slow circles around your clit, adding just a tiny bit more pressure. It's enough to make your back arch, trying to get more friction, but it's n̶o̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ not nearly enough.

"Please," you whine, past caring how needy you sound. "Just—a little harder, please, Jungkook."

He gives you what you asked for—barely. 

Just a fraction more pressure, but combined with his fingers still buried inside you, it's enough to make your body clench around him. 

He's got you trapped between pleasure and frustration, keeping you right on that edge.

"This what you want?" he asks, mocking. "This pace good for you, hmm?"

You know exactly what he's doing—getting off on your impatience, on how desperate he can make you with just his fingers and that stubborn w̶i̶l̶l̶p̶o̶w̶e̶r̶ control of his. 

The pressure on your clit keeps changing, going from barely-there touches that make you want to scream to just enough to have you chasing more.

"Jungkook, I fucking swear—" 

The words die in your throat when his finger suddenly presses harder.

"What?" His voice drops even lower, hitting that dangerous note that usually means he's about to stop playing nice. "What exactly are you swearing?"

"That I'll rip your fucking hair out if you don't stop messing around." You have to grit your teeth to get the words out, trying to sound threatening even though you're literally shaking with need.

He laughs—this deep, dark sound that vibrates through you—and rewards your threat with a firm stroke that has heat coiling in your stomach.

"That's not very nice," he says, but he sounds more amused than anything. Like your empty threats are entertaining him.

His finger goes back to those slow, torturous circles around your clit. Each pass builds the pressure a little more, but it's never quite enough to get you there.

The most f̶u̶c̶k̶e̶d̶ messed up part? You're kind of into it. 

This whole power play thing you've got going—how you push and he pulls, how you threaten and he teases. 

It's addictive. 

Because in truth, there is something powerful about knowing you can make Jeon Jungkook, Kkangpae's perfect soldier, want to hear you say his name.

Suddenly his whole rhythm changes. 

No more of that torturously slow pace—his fingers start moving with actual purpose, curling inside you in a way that has your toes curling. Like he's finally done playing around and just wants to make you genuinely cum.

Hallelujah.

The sound that comes out of your mouth is straight-up filthy. You have to press your face into the mattress to muffle it, which only makes you more aware of how heavily you're breathing, each gasp basically fucking advertising how good his fingers feel.

"Come on, sunshine," he teases. "You don't have to be quiet. These walls are soundproof."

But you just press your face harder into the mattress. 

It's become a matter of pride now—you refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing exactly what he's doing to you. 

You're right there, so close you can taste it—

And then the fucker stops.

A pathetic whimper leaves your throat as you squirm beneath him, feeling weirdly empty. The loss of sensation has you actually wanting to cry.

When you turn your head to glare at him, he's got this insufferably satisfied look on his face. 

He reaches over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer like he's got all the time in the world. The foil packet he holds up catches the light, and the victorious look he gives you makes you want to bite him.

"See, I do have condoms this time, you smart mouth." The smirk on his face should be illegal.

"Oh wow, look who's being a semi-functional adult for once." You narrow your eyes at him."Want a fucking gold star or something?"

He laughs whilst tearing the foil packet and for some reason, it is weirdly hot—how focused he looks while rolling the condom on.

"Maybe after this you'll want to give me one," he says, still sounding way too amused.

He settles back on his knees, raising an eyebrow at you like he's waiting for something. You huff, pretending to be all put out even though you're literally dying from how bad you want him. When you press your cheek against his cool sheets again, you make sure to arch your back just right.

You know exactly what that view does to him.

Feeling extra b̶r̶a̶t̶t̶y̶ bold, you wiggle your hips a little. Just a tiny movement, but it's basically saying 'come and get it' without words.

And bingo. 

His hand comes down on your ass hard—but despite that, you feel weirdly victorious. 

Then he's right there, lining himself up. 

His tip brushes against your entrance, teasing to the point of madness, because at this point you just want him inside already.

You bite down on the sheets, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg again. But your body's giving you away anyway—the way you're trembling, how desperately you're trying to push back against him.

He takes his sweet time, just watching you. His eyes trail down your spine to where his handprints are probably turning your ass red. 

After what feels like forever, he finally pushes in, one smooth stroke that rips the air from your lungs.

And it's impossible to muffle yourself; even with your face squashed against the mattress, when he bottoms out completely. 

You feel every single inch of him, filling you up so completely it's genuinely insane. And he just stays there, buried deep inside you. 

"So fucking tight," he growls, sound vibrating through you, making your toes curl.

Your body moves on its own, pushing back against him, desperate for more. You need him to move, need that relentless pace you know he can give you. But the bastard just holds you there, completely still, making you feel every single detail of how he's splitting you open.

His fingers dig into your hips—not hard enough to leave marks (yet), but firm enough to keep you exactly where he wants you. And the slight bite of pain just adds to the pleasure, kind of welcome honestly. 

When he finally pulls back, you almost whine at the loss—but then he slams back in, hard and deep, and your brain melts. Everything gets kind of blurry after that.

Your skin feels like it's on fire everywhere he touches. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through his room (thank god these walls are actually soundproof), getting louder with each thrust. His pace is brutal, punishing, but it's exactly what you've been dying for.

"That's it, take all of it."

And there's just this thing in how he says it—that has you pushing back against him like you're desperate for it. 

(Maybe you are.)

Every thrust feels like getting hit by a natural disaster; like a fucking hurricane. It's hard to breathe, hard to think about anything except how he's driving you into the mattress.

He's fucking you like he's got something to prove, hips snapping forward so hard it's just obscene, has you clutching at his sheets like they're the only thing keeping you grounded.

Then his hand slides underneath you, looking for your clit. Like he knows exactly what you need without you voicing it out. 

The second he finds it and starts rubbing circles against it, electricity zips through your whole body. It's almost too much, the dual sensation of his cock stretching you open and his fingers working your clit.

"Fuck, Jungkook," you moan, and you barely recognize your own voice. "Don't stop."

He lets out this grunt that gets lost in the sound of him pounding into you. 

But he listens, thank god, keeping up that relentless pace with both his cock and his fingers.

It's not gentle. He's fucking you like he wants to break you, like he wants to hear every embarrassing sound he can wring out of your throat.

"Just like that, sunshine," he pants. "Fucking take it."

Each thrust builds something wild inside you, like being caught in the eye of a hurricane. The pressure coils tighter and tighter until you think you might actually lose your mind. Everything feels too much and not enough all at once.

Your senses go into overdrive—the obscene sound of skin hitting skin, the heavy scent of sex filling his room, the salt of sweat on your tongue. You're drowning in pleasure, and Jungkook's the one holding you under with his relentless pace.

Then it hits.

The orgasm crashes through you in waves, drawing these embarrassingly loud sounds from your throat—whimpers, growls, straight-up begging. Your body clamps down around his cock like it's trying to keep him there forever, fingers still working your clit through it all. Pleasure zips through every nerve ending until you can barely breathe.

"Jungkook—" His name rips from your throat when you come, sounding absolutely wrecked. 

The pleasure is so intense it almost hurts.

He falters for just a second before picking the pace back up, fucking you through your orgasm until you're seeing stars. Each stroke sets off these little aftershocks that have you questioning your sanity. His groans get louder, deeper, mixing with the sounds you can't help but make.

Every thrust hits exactly where you need it, precise and commanding in that way only he can manage.

You can feel how tense he is, how close he is to losing it.

His breathing comes out all rough and uneven, matching the brutal pace of his thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave marks, using the grip to pull you back onto his cock like he can't get deep enough. 

It's feral, is what it is— how he's moving now—like he's completely lost in it, chasing his own pleasure.

"Shit, I'm close," he groans against your neck, chest pressed tight against your back, skin burning everywhere you touch.

Then he goes rigid as it hits him. 

You can feel every twitch of his cock, every pulse as he fills the condom.

He makes this plethora of sounds—deep, rough groans combined with some high pitched ones; all stripped away until he's just raw need and pleasure.

"Ah— fuck—"

Every curse that falls from his lips sounds snatched from him, desperate.

His hips stutter against yours, losing his rhythm as he rides it all out. His grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise, holding you still while he falls apart. Each thrust gets slower, like he's trying to make it last.

When he starts coming down from it, his hands go gentle where they were rough before. 

He's still panting hard against your neck, little aftershocks making his cock twitch inside you. His heart's hammering so hard you can feel it against your back.

Jungkook collapses against your back, his legs apparently giving out after how hard he just came. His chest is slick with sweat where it presses against you, and his breath fans hot across your neck. He's still buried inside you, cock softening but still making you feel so full. 

The sound he makes—this low, satisfied groan—is almost cute. Like a big cat after a good meal.

The afterglow starts to settle, leaving this heavy kind of quiet between you. Your breathing starts evening out, going from desperate gasping to something more normal. 

You both just... stay there for a minute, too worn out to move.

Then he just... drops his full weight on you. Like his arms finally give out or something.

The heat of his body wraps around you completely, and maybe it'd be nice if he wasn't crushing your lungs. 

His whole body is radiating exhaustion, and yeah—you get it. That was intense. 

"Jeon, move... you're heavy," you grunt into his pillow. 

Your voice comes out all rough from how loud you were being earlier.

"Give me a second," he mumbles against your skin, sounding just as wrecked as you feel. "You can't expect me to move after fucking you like that." 

He sounds half-joking, half-serious, nuzzling into your neck like he's planning to just stay there forever.

You can't help but laugh at that. Something about seeing Kkangpae's perfect soldier brought down by an orgasm is kind of hilarious. 

You shove at his side, trying to get him to budge.

He doesn't move an inch, the bastard. 

Instead, he has the audacity to suggest something so wild it's weirdly very him.

"How 'bout we fall asleep just like this, me still inside you?" His voice comes out all lazy and satisfied. 

You can tell he's half-joking, but there's this note in his voice that says he's actually considering it.

You reach back to smack him, caught between being annoyed and kind of endeared by how shameless he is. 

"Fat chance, thundercloud," you tell him, but there's no real bite to it. 

He laughs—this deep, warm sound that tells you he's smiling even though you can't see his face.

But you really can't breathe with him crushing you, so you push at him again, harder this time. "Seriously, off. You're heavy as fuck."

He makes this exaggerated groan like you're asking him to run a marathon or something, but finally rolls off you and onto his side. 

His cock slips out (and fuck, that's a weird feeling), and then he sprawls out next to you, throwing one arm over his face as he catches his breath. 

The sight of him like this—all tatted up and muscled, skin still kind of shiny with sweat—is doing things to your brain that you really don't want to examine too closely.

After a few more deep breaths, he sits up with this little sigh like moving is the worst thing ever. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he deals with the condom. 

There's something almost gentle about how he handles it, which is kind of funny considering how rough he w being just a minute ago. He ties it off and tosses it in the trash with this practiced little flick that says he's definitely done this before.

"So, you wanna cuddle?" The teasing in his voice is obvious. 

It's a callback to your conversation earlier, when you were both pretending this was just going to be sleeping.

"Seems like I'm not the one wanting to cuddle after all," you shoot back, matching his tone.

Jungkook gives you that smug little grin.

"Just doing some charity work," he says, voice all teasing and challenging, daring you to argue.

You can't help but scoff. The audacity of this man.

"Charity work? Please. If anyone's being charitable here, it's me."

He laughs—this deep, satisfied sound that fills his room. "Ha. Don't act like you didn't enjoy that just as much as I did."

Well. He's got you there, but you're not about to admit it out loud. Not when he's being this smug about it.

You tilt your head, feeling a crooked smile tug at your lips. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Guess we'll never know."

He shifts closer to you, and fuck—even after everything you just did, your body still reacts to his proximity.

"Maybe I need to fuck you again to find out," he says, voice dropping low enough to make heat pool in your stomach.

"Oh? You sure you can handle another round, tough guy?"

The smirk he gives you is absolutely criminal.

"Sunshine, I've got stamina for days." He says it like he's joking, but something tells you he's not exaggerating.

"For days, huh?" You raise an eyebrow. "Someone's confident."

"Because I know you," he says softly, words ghosting across your skin.

That makes you pause.

Know you? 

He doesn't know you any more than you know him. 

Sure, your bodies seem to speak the same language—the way you fit together, how you respond to each other's touch. 

But that's all this is. 

All it can be. 

Nothing more complicated than pure physical attraction.

But you don't feel like getting into that right now. Not when you're both still riding the high of what just happened.

"Tempting," you say instead, drawing the word out. "But we've got a long night ahead, and I'd rather spend it actually sleeping."

He narrows his eyes at you, looking way too pleased with himself. 

"My bed seems to be the only place you're actually honest," he says, and how does he always have a comeback ready?

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Was that supposed to be a compliment, Jeon? Getting soft on me already?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he says, putting on this fake serious face. "Can't have you thinking I actually enjoy your company or something."

"Oh, please. Soft is literally the last word I'd use to describe you." You can't help but smirk at the double meaning.

A yawn catches you off guard—not because you're tired (okay, maybe a little), but because you're actually kind of... comfortable?

Weird. 

"Anyway, time for sleep. That's what we said we'd do, remember?

He literally snorts. "Sleep? After what we just did? You're fucking with me."

"Not anymore, I'm not," you shoot back, and the look on his face is actually priceless.

"Come on," he tries again. "Round two? I promise it'll be worth staying up for."

But you're already settling into his stupidly comfortable bed. "Nope. Some of us need actual sleep, thundercloud."

"Fine," he sighs, all dramatic about it. "But just so we're clear—this isn't me giving up. It's a tactical retreat."

You actually snort at that. "A tactical retreat? Is that what we're calling it?"

"Yeah, well." He pulls the covers up, finally accepting defeat. "Pushy ain't sexy."

You both settle comfortably in the quietness of his room.

And you can't help but ponder.

It's weird how easy this feels—being here with him, joking around after what you just did. 

Like you're not just teammates or gang members or even fuck buddies.

That thought's definitely more scary than it should be.

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