#Kim taehyuhg

[katnisspeetaprim]

Who's Your Favourite Pt.3

Hoseok/Actress!Reader

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3

Summary: You finally get to visit Hoseok in Korea.

Warnings: smut, swearing, being anxious

Word count:2839 M.list

It had been about 3 weeks since you spent that amazing night together, and now it was finally time for you to visit him in Korea.

Hobi and you had been in almost constant contact since you parted ways, keeping each other up to date on what was happening in each of your lives. The promotions for your latest project had finally finished, but you were excited to tell him about an exciting new opportunity that has come your way.

The flight to Korea was long and tedious. You never were the greatest flier, not liking being cramped in a metal tube for hours on end. Unfortunately, when you landed Hobi wasn’t able to meet you at the airport, partly due to safety concerns and also due to the fact that neither of you were really ready for the relationship to go public just yet..

Instead, he had sent one of BTS’s personal drivers to pick you up and bring you to his home.

You were a bundle of nerves sat in the back of the fancy car, leg bouncing up and down at the thought of finally seeing Hoseok again. In the back of your mind you knew you were overthinking the situation, unsure why you were even nervous in the first place. You let out a long breath in an attempt to calm yourself down, before pulling out your phone.

Y/N;

Hey! I’m in the car now, super nervous and anxious to see you again!

Hobi;

I can’t believe your finally here! And I know, my heart is going a mile a minute! When you get here just come right up. The code is 2165!

Y/N;

Almost there. Ah I’m so excited!!!!

You put your phone away, using the last few minutes in the car to compose yourself and touch yourself up, as the driver pulled up to the lavish apartment complex. Your jaw dropped as you took in the extravagant exterior, slightly intimidated.  

‘Miss are you alright?’ The driver snapped you from your daze.

‘Ah yes sorry.’ You stuttered, starting to fumble with your seatbelt before opening the door and stepping out.

‘Do you know where to go from here?’

‘Yes, thank you for the ride.’ He nodded at you before pulling away.

You excitedly made your way up to his apartment, dragging your heavy luggage behind you. Butterfly’s were building back up when you suddenly found yourself in front of his apartment door. Your fingers reached out to the key pad which sat just to the right of the door when you suddenly froze. Sure he had given you the code, but for some reason it felt inappropriate to just walk right on in, especially since this was your first time here. In the end you chickened out and just rang the doorbell.

Your finger had barely left the button when the door swung open, startling you slightly. All of a sudden, you found yourself face to face with Hoseok and you felt your face light up on its own.

‘Hi’

‘Hi’ He replied, stepping to the  side and allowing you to move into his home. As soon as the door was closed, he pulled you towards him into a crushing hug. His forehead came to rest on your shoulder whilst your arms circled round his frame.

‘I missed you so much Y/N’ His voice was quiet, muffled by your clothing.

‘Same. I’m happy I finally get to hold you again.’ Hoseok lifted his head and bought his hand up to confidently push some stray hair behind your ear, before leaning in to kiss you passionately.  

‘I missed that too.’ You giggled as you pulled back. He smiled and nodded in agreement, leaning his forehead against yours.

‘As much as I’d like to continue this, I have things planned for us today.’ He sighed.

‘Are you sure we don’t have time? I have things planned for you too..’ You smirked, fluttering your eyelashes as your fingers ghosted over his abs beneath his shirt. He twitched beneath your touch, letting out a laugh as he put you at arms length.

‘As much as I’d like that I’m afraid not. I promised the guys that we would all go out for dinner and drinks.’ Your face paled at his words. Meeting the other guys so soon? Sure you had met the briefly on the Jimmy Fallon show, but that was completely different. For one you were now dating one of their closest friends. The change in your demeanour didn’t go unnoticed by Hoseok.

‘What’s wrong? You don’t want to meet them?’ He frowned deeply, unsure of how to progress if you weren’t willing to engage with the most important people in his life. You noticed his expression, instantly feeling bad at ruining the mood.

‘No it’s not that I don’t, I really do. I’m just worried it’s too soon? I don’t know, I just don’t want to make things awkward.’ You trailed off, suddenly feeling silly for those thoughts.

‘Ah! You’ve got nothing to worry about!’ He was quick to reassure you.

‘I’ve been talking about you none stop so they would love to meet you, if not to just shut me up for a second!’ He added the las part with a laugh, placing a comforting hand on your cheek.

‘Sounds like I’m already a nuisance.’ You joked, Hobi playfully rolling his eyes in response.

‘Come on, let’s get you settled before we have to leave.’ He broke away from you and grabbed your luggage, hauling it towards his bedroom. You still couldn’t believe how gorgeous his home was.

‘You know I bet this apartment is bigger than my whole house and then some back home.’

‘I’m sure that’s not true.’ He spoke over his shoulder.

‘Hey! Don’t pretend to be modest with me! It’s true and you know it.’ He cast you an amused look, deciding not to answer you as he plopped your case on the bed.

‘I was thinking you could sleep in here with me?’ He questioned as you glanced around the bedroom.

‘That would be great Hobi.’ You gave him a warm smile as you moved to open your case.

‘Now though, you need to help me pick out an outfit for tonight.’

 The boys had rented out a private room in some fancy restaurant to welcome you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little out of place . Sure you made good money, enough to live more than comfortably, but this really wasn’t something you would do usually. Still though, you found yourself having a good time with the boys, finding you have a surprising amount in common with some of them.

When you first arrived they could tell that you were nervous, even more so than you were on the Jimmy Fallon show, so they all did their best to make you feel welcome. For the meal, you had settled on a simple black dress with a little shimmer to it, which fell just above your knees, sleek black heels to match. Couldn’t go wrong with a LBD.

‘So Y/N.’ Jin spoke up, pulling your attention away from your food.

‘Are you planning to take a break now that work on your last movie is finished?’

‘Ah well it’s technically not finished yet, I still have to attend the premier in a few months-‘

‘I will be your date!’ Hoseok cut you off, throwing his arm round your shoulders, everyone chuckling at his interruption.

‘But I actually wanted to say that I’ve been offered a really exciting role.’ You had all the boys attention with your announcement, boosting your confidence slightly. Hobi shuffled beside you.

‘You didn’t tell me you were up for something new.’

‘I wanted it to be a surprise.  Forgive me?’ You stuck out your bottom lip in a fake pout. Hoseok shook his head with a giggle and gently tapped your shoulder.

‘Anyway, I don’t know all the details yet, but apparently Ryan Reynolds is involved so there is that.’

‘No way! Have you met him yet?!’ Jungkook was staring at you with wide eyes, as were the other boys. None of them would admit it, but they didn’t really know who you were until after the show, so the fact that you where that big of an actress was a surprise to them.

‘No I haven’t met anyone yet. All through my agent so far.’

‘Jagi this is amazing! This is gonna be so great for your career I just know it!’ hoseok exclaimed before he planted a firm kiss on your cheek. You turned to face him with a sheepish smile.

‘Yah! Get a room you two!’

Both you and Hoseok stumbled through his front door at about 2AM, both a little tipsy after going overboard on the drinks. You had always wanted to try soju, so you ordered probably a couple more than you should have. You didn’t hesitate in kicking off your uncomfortable heels and throwing yourself down on the sofa. Hoseok soon came to join you, two glasses of water in hand.

‘Here, you should drink some water before bed.’ You took the glass with a grateful nod.

‘Hobi I had such a great time tonight, even though I was nervous I loved meeting the guys officially.’

‘I’m glad to hear that!’ He scooted closer to you, planting his arm around you and pulling you into his side.

‘It’s true that I haven’t  shut up about you you know.’ You didn’t answer, instead you looked up at him with tired eyes and a small smile.

‘I’m so happy I’m here with you.’

‘You’re making me blush!’ He feigned embarrassment, looking away and covering his face. The movement caused his shirt to slip down, exposing his neck to you. You licked your lips before seizing the opportunity to place a tender kiss on his throat. Even though your action was feather light, he stilled his movements, now tilting his neck to allow you further access.

You responded to his invitation by licking a stripe up the side of his neck and gently sucking on the sensitive spot just below his jaw, careful to not leave a mark. You felt his hand move from your shoulder and creep up to stroke your hair. Hoseok was letting out small noises as you sucked on his neck, already feeling himself becoming aroused.

Without halting your actions, you threw your leg over his hips and straddled him. You removed your lips from his neck when his hands came to naturally rest on your bum, sending you a quick smirk, he smashed his lips against yours, initiating a heated make out session.

You could feel his arousal as you ground your hips against his, causing him to moan against your lips. One of his hands snaked round the front of your body, trailing up your skirt and into your underwear.

‘Have you been horny all night jagi?’ Already soaked.’ He joked as his fingered toyed with your soaked folds.

‘All for you baby.’ You smirked back, reclaiming his lips.

 His long fingers circled your already sensitive clit, causing you to gasp out and grip tightly onto his shoulders. You began to move your own hand down his body and to the hem of his trousers, intending to return the favour. You made quick work of his buckle, allowing yourself to push the restrictive fabric away, before pulling him free of his boxers. His cock was painfully hard already, tip red and angry, practically begging to be touched. He sighed in relief when you took him in your hand, already pumping his length. Hoseok had had enough foreplay. He had been getting himself off to the pictures you had sent him and the rare times you were able to have phone sex, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside of you NOW.

You let out a surprised yelp when he flipped you onto your back without a warning. He swiftly kicked off his trousers and underwear before coming back to hover over you. Pressing himself against your clothed centre, he continued his assault on your bruised lips, hand coming up to cup your breast.

You were extremely needy for him, having wanting to be with him again since your first time together. Reaching your hand down, you managed to shimmy your panties down so you were completely exposed to him.

‘Hobi-‘ You gasped out as he touched your intimate spot. ‘I need you inside me!’ He pulled away and looked down at your flushed face, flashing you a soft smile as he fully pulled away and lent over to pick up his discarded trousers.

‘I had a condom on me tonight, just in case.’

‘What? In case we decided to fuck at dinner?’ You chuckled at him. As he was sorting himself out, you sat up and pulled your dress over your head and unclasped your bra so you were completely naked, nipples becoming erect in the cool apartment air. Hoseok did the same with his shirt before he leaned back over to kiss you.

He reached down between your bodies and lined himself up before pushing himself into you. You both moaned out together, your neck arching back and his lips coming to meet your nipple.

‘Ah Hoseok! That feels so good!’ Your arms tightened around him, one hand resting on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. His thrusts were slow, taking his time with you.

Heavy breathing and soft panting came from both of you, holding onto each other as if your life depended on it.

Hoseok pulled away from your nipple, placing a final kiss on your chest before he moved to your lips. Your mouths connected in a heated kiss, tongues intertwining together.

‘Jagi I’m close!’ He hissed against your hot skin. You nodded vigorously in agreement, feeling your whole body heat up. Hoseok pulled away from you and sat up on his knees, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. He used the new position to push your knees up to your chest and pound into you faster and harder.

The new position was causing you to stretch, pain mixing with pleasure as you continued to mewel beneath him. Hoseok’s grip on your legs became tighter as his high approached. Thrusts becoming shorter and faster, unable to control his moans any longer. The sight of him above you, head thrown back, glistening with sweat as he let out noises that were basically pornographic, was enough to push you over the edge.

‘Hoseok – I-‘ You were unable to talk as you exploded with pleasure, writhing beneath him as you came. The sight of you in pure bliss was enough for him to let out a guttural moan as he reached his own orgasm, stilling inside you as he released. His body was shaking as he collapsed on top of you, member still slightly twitching inside you.

You both lay there on the sofa, tangled together in post orgasm bliss as you caught your breath. His warm breath tickled against your chest as he mumbled something you couldn’t make out.

‘What was that?’ You whispered back, eyes closed as you stroked his hair.

‘I said I love you.’ Your eyes shot open at his words, jerking yourself to a seated position, leaning on your elbows.

‘what!?’ He glanced up at you, sitting up with a sigh while pulling out of you with a small hiss. You fully sat up and pulled your knees to your chest, suddenly feeling very exposed as you watched him dispose of the condom.

‘You love me?’ You breathed out as he sat back down in front of you.

‘Yes.’ He confessed without hesitation. He looked at you with a tired smile before continuing.

‘I know we haven’t technically known each other long, but the way I feel about you...’ He paused, trying to find the right words. You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to hide the smile threatening to appear.

‘I’ve never felt this way before. Those few weeks we spent apart were hell for me, and I can’t even think about when you have to leave this time. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, but I had to get it out.’ He looked away from you, too nervous to look at your face, but he had nothing to worry about.

As soon as he finished talking, you launched yourself at him, almost sending the two of you tumbling off the sofa.

‘Woah!’

‘Hobi! You stupid man of course I love you too!’ You felt tears of happiness well up in your eyes at the confession. His eyes lit up and pulled you into an intimate kiss. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have met someone like Hoseok. This could turn into something amazing, and you couldn’t wait to go on that adventure with him.

Now you just ha to try and not fuck it up.

[myarchivebts]

290

[bangtan-azra]

VOCAB FROM “MA CITY”

to listen to the song on spotif please click here 한참: long time

억만: billion

묻히다: to be buried

조화: harmony

도시: city

포근히: warmly

잃다: to lose

뜨겁다: to be hot

남쪽: south

열정: enthusiasm, passion

집합: gathering

자라다: to grow up

수혈: blood transfusion

자랑하다: to boast

과거: past

현재: now, present

미래: future

bonus 현대의: modern, contemporary

sources: google translate, @bts-trans (Mary & Sihyun)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK!!!!!! 정국아 생일 축하합니다!!!

[your-kpopmama]

OOPS MY HAND SLIPPED

Today’s RUN episode did things to me

I LIKE YOU A LATTE - SPECIAL 2

[gun-powder-milk-shake]

people are like “taehyung just isn’t the same anymore 😤 he doesn’t even have a personality 😞” then he goes and does this shit

[koko-bopp]

Power Couple

inspired by @megatrashboyjax's headcon; BTS react to their boyfriend being a popular Korean fashion icon

kim taehyung x male!model!reader

word count – 0.7K

genre – fluff | celebrity!au

warnings – lots of kisses, like, cheesily in love

synopsis – Kim Taehyung and [Y/N][L/N] are Korea's most famous fashion icons. The power couple that everyone wanted, and the most smitten for each other.

"What have we got on today?"

You were going through the magazine that was left of the table and Taehyung had come behind you to place a small kiss on the side of your neck, walking past with a coffee at hand and wearing a replica of the white robe you had on as well.

You hummed at Taehyung's question, closing the magazine, only to be met with both you and your boyfriend at the front cover of it, looking expensive and flawless as ever; "Armani at twelve and Gucci at six. A bit of a long day, but nothing we can't handle."

"Well, it's about nine," Taehyung said, looking at the clock that sat on the wall, before looking down at the magazine with you, his chin on your shoulder, "We have the morning to ourselves."

You smiled, turning around to Taehyung, you back to the kitchen island, placing your arms so they rested on his shoulders, "We do. Wanna go out for breakfast?"

Taehyung didn't reply, he just kept a loving smile on his expression, gently tracing the small lines of your face with soft eyes.

He did this so often, looking at you like he's the luckiest man alive.

Nothing could ever reach your level of beauty in his world, ever, no diamond or gem compared to how perfect you are to him; both external and internal aspects; nothing could beat them.

He pecked your lips, it was gentle, but held such a loving feeling, "I don't know. I'm pretty sure I could just look at you like this all day," he admitted, "I'm not all that hungry."

You giggled, leaning forward to kiss him too, "Luv, we're doing couple shoots all day, you need to at least have breakfast."

He placed the cup of coffee down, placing either hand on the edge of the kitchen counter, pushing himself forward to mould his lips with yours. Soft, gentle, passionate, like he's counting slowly as he does so. You kiss back without a second though, both yours and his eyes closed, just enjoying the sensation.

"Arn't I so lucky to be working with my boyfriend?" You giggled, pulling away, just to look at him properly.

"Hmm," He sighed happily, "Remember when I said we'd be Korea's power couple? [Y/N] [L/N] and the love of his life, Kim Taehyung, completely dominating the fashion industry," He chuckled, making the title like a news headline.

"Of course." You grinned.

Taehyung said that before the two of you started dating. He was doing his best to impress you; wearing clothes similar to yours in his own photoshoots, personally following you on Instagram and all that jazz; but the two of you had officially met on a game show.

Then everything just kind of worked together. You two hung out almost everyday, you gave him fashion tips, he gave some of his own, you two were around each other so often that gossip magazines spent no time making rumours up.

Though it wasn't long before the most clicked accusation became true.

Korea's biggest fashion icon, [Y/N] [L/N], dating BTS's Kim Taehyung.

Photoshoots and interviews from the two do you were on such high demand, and you would be lying if you said that still wasn't the case.

The two of you were just such a power couple. Two such good looking people with beautiful personalities. News outlets went as far as to call your relationship with Tae a match made in heaven.

They weren't wrong, though. You kissed the tip of Taehyung's nose, the action followed by a cute smile, "God. I'm so lucky to have you."

Taehyung laughed, "We're– What do they call us?–" He thought for a second, before his eyes lit up, "Literal goals."

"Oh no," A laugh erupted from your lips, your nose scrunching at Taehyung's silly joke, "C'mon, we'll order some breakfast. Then we need to get ready for our first shoot."

[poeticblissme]

BTS

What a relief you are 7.

You encourage the world in so many ways. You encourage me in so many ways. I love you so much with my entire heart and soul. I always will.

What a relief you are 7

What a relief you are together.

[disslab]

Taehyung as your Bf Imagines

Okay this dork is a spammer

He loves sending you cute messages, selcas and OFC his extra videos. He even sends while you were sleeping that says ‘are you asleep?’ BOI even he already knew.

He loooooves taking you to a date. We know Taehyung is a very fancy man but he prefers to eat at your fav local restaurant.

He loves going an adventure with you. HE LOVES SPENDING EVERY SECOND WITH YOU TBH

He loves competing with you. Suprisingly you’re better than him. That’s why you two end up playing games the whole day.

He loves talking with you. He just loves sharing his random thoughts, random stories, random stuffs with you. So when you’re not around he keeps whining and telling to his members how much he misses you. “Shut up taehyung” -Jin

He loves taking you pictures. LITERALLY GOALS. He takes aesthetic pictures of you that other members are jealous complaining your photos are better than theirs

Overall he’s one of a kind, odd, cute, extra ordinary boyfriend. He maybe annoying most of the time. BUT YOU LOVE THAT DORK SO MUCH AND HE WILL DROP EVERYTHING FOR YOU IN A HEARTBEAT.

—

Jungkook

Jimin

Namjoon

Hoseok

[animeniacss]

A Palette of Emotions - Artist!Taehyung x Teacher!YN -  Chapter 1 - Being a Professional

Synopsis: Taehyung dreams of being a professional and famous artist one day, but finds that the sea of creativity can be lurking with blood hungry sharks, as well as bland, motionless starfish. Swimming through the sea of opportunities somehow washed him up onto the shore of Bright Star Preschool, as an art teacher. This wasn’t where he expected to be 4 years into his career, but anything to get his big break though, right?

Feat. BTS, TXT, ITZY, Jisoo (BlackPink), Taeyong (NCT)

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Drama, School Setting, Working!AU, 

Length: approx. 4.6k words

Chapter 1 - Being a Professional

 Art was subjective. Many people can see a film, pictures, video games, paintings, music, all of it, yet each person could leave with a different view of it to share with their peers. It provides chances of expression, different outlooks on multiple various exciting topics. Art could also help you make a lot of money if it piqued the interest of a particular group...you know, and if the artist was on time to the FUCKING ART SHOW! 

  Jimin’s eyes frantically scanned the entrance of the show, as people filed in and out, yet none of them was the person he was hoping would arrive. It had been a half an hour since the art show began, and Jimin had been making small talk with the attendees, high-end businessmen and women who were looking for the right art piece to hang in one of their many living rooms. However, they couldn’t purchase anything unless the artist was at the venue. Which, as of 7:35 p.m., he was not! 

  “Are you alright, Mr. Park?” A man asked, making the brunette turn his head. Before Jimin, stood the most important man in the room, the one that allowed Jimin to be standing on these marble floors at all. And he was here, with Jimin.

  Waiting.

  “You keep looking at the door. Don’t tell me your date stood you up.” Jimin couldn’t help but laugh a bit, taking a sip of his champagne.  

  “No, no.” He said. “Just waiting for someone.” Someone who I kept reminding that this was the most important night of their life and they’re still late! He thought to himself. Jimin looked over at the man before him and offered him yet another one of his charming smiles. “Oh, here. Would you like me to get you another glass of champagne, Mr. Oh?” He offered.

  “Hm? Ah, I didn’t even realize I ran out.” The man laughed a bit. “I’d appreciate that Mr. Park, thanks. I’ll be over here by this artist’s work…” he motioned to a wall of different paintings. “I’ll see if I can finally scope out your artist.” The man looked at Jimin, seeing the slight look of panic on his face. It made him smirk. “Is he still in the bathroom?” 

  “Uh, I’ll find out.” He smiled, nodding his head. “While I get the champagne.” Just as quickly as he nodded his head, he hurried to find a waiter that was close to the entrance, pulling out his phone. As he stood by the door, he took a waiter by the tie, keeping him close. “Tell me the appetizers you guys have, please.” He asked. Though the man began to speak, Jimin was frantically pushing buttons. The sound of his phone connecting was no use to calm his nerves because if he didn’t get an answer, he would probably break the phone in half and flee to a different country. Fortunately, he heard a deep voice on the other side, panting and gasping for air in desperation. 

  “H-Hello?” 

  “Taehyung, where are you?!” He asked. “You’re almost 45 minutes late. There are people -.” 

  “Don’t shout, I... I hear from you.” Jimin blinked as he put a hand on his hip. “And take your hand off your hip. It makes you look like a diva.” 

  “Wha-?” Just then, Jimin turned slightly to his left to see a panting Taehyung, hunched over and holding onto his knees tightly as he tried desperately to get air into his lungs. His grey suit jacket was a bit wrinkled from the running, and his hair had little strands flying off his head from the wind blowing against it. But he was here and alive, so that was all that mattered. “There you are.” He hurried over. “What the heck is wrong with you? Do you know how much I had to crank up my charm to keep the people who want to see you at bay?” 

  “But you’re good at cranking up the charm. That’s why I love you.” Taehyung looked up at him, patting his friend’s cheek as the waiter walked over to the two of them, Jimin forgetting that the poor man was rattling off appetizers to him. “Oh, good. I need a drink.” Taehyung gasped, reaching out to grab one of the drinks. Jimin grabbed one too, and Taehyung smirked. “Have you been stress-drinking again?” He asked, putting the glass up to his lips and taking a sip.

  “No.” He said. “...Well, yeah, but that’s not it.” Jimin quickly thrust the skinny glass towards Taehyung, who looked at him curiously.

  “...You think I’m going to stress drink?” He asked curiously. 

  “No, dummy.” Jimin huffed, turning the two of them towards the gathering happening only feet away. “Look. Right there.” He pointed straight ahead. “Oh, Min-Jae. That’s the guy that keeps talking to me about you. He’s the guy who even got your work displayed here in the first place.” Taehyung looked the man over, watching as he stood by Taehyung’s paintings and works, hands in his pockets as he stared ahead silently. “Go bring him a drink and chat him up a bit or something, will you? I’ll go try and mingle with some other people for once.” 

  “Alright, alright.” Taehyung sighed. “...I still cannot believe you got my art into such a high-end show.” Taehyuhg sighed.

  “Yeah, don’t make any of this go to waste. Now go.” Nudging his friend, Taehyung nodded, walking over towards Mr. Oh, drinks in his hands. 

“Mr., Oh?” He called out, making the man look over. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I’m Kim Taehyung.” 

  “Aaaah, Mr. Kim. Finally, I was getting worried your nerves got the better of you.” He said. When he saw the drinks in his hands, he grinned. “A partier?” 

  “Hm? Oh.” He chuckled. “No, Sir. Here. My manager told me that you were looking for another drink, so I took the liberty of bringing you one.” Mr. Oh took the glass into his hands, nodding his head.

  “I was waiting for about 45 minutes.” 

  “I uh...heh. I apologize. This is my first time at an event as big as this. I usually have my art shown at smaller gigs.” Mr. Oh chuckled.

  “I can tell...” Mr. Oh said, his eyes wandering back to the handful of portraits before them. He quickly took the full glass from Taehyung’s hand, lifting it to his lips to take a sip. “So, tell me, where does your inspiration come from?” He asked.

  “Well…” Taehyung began, putting his hand in his pocket. He pursed his lips together. “It depends. This one I got inspired by a nice tree I passed by a while back.” He motioned to a painting that encompassed every shade of green on the canvas, the other various colors put in places that accented the beauty of the greens. “This one...I uh….” Mr. Oh looked over at him as Taehyung motioned to a myriad of colors on a circular canvas, blending and almost creating a new color entirely, while still accenting the beautiful hues of the rainbow. “This one I…made after a very...important….dark… a moment in my life.” He saw Mr. Oh put the glass to his lips again, and let out a shaky breath as he turned to a third painting. He was silent for a moment, pointing to the picture. He was out of bullshit to spew. “...Well, nothing inspired this one. I just wanted to draw a dolphin.” 

  “A....dolphin.” Mr. Oh said, nodding his head. “I see.” 

  “Yeah.  A lot of things inspire me, but I don’t know how to describe them. I just paint what I want.” Mr. Oh walked over and examined the paintings, leaning in close to observe what he was looking at.

  “....A dolphin.” Mr. Oh repeated. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, wondering why the hell this guy kept saying that.

  “What do...you think?” He asked curiously, watching Mr. Oh step back once again. Silence filled their little area for a moment, and Taehyung shifted in nervous anticipation. 

         “What do I think?” Mr. Oh asked, turning back to Taehyung. He put his hands behind his back. Taehyung took a step back, trying to remain calm despite the sudden nervousness she felt in his stomach. “I think that you’re the kind of person who gives the term ‘professional’ a bad name.” It was then Taehyung felt it. His heart sank directly into his stomach. 

  “...I-I’m sorry?” 

  “You heard me. Your paintings are subpar, your attire is atrocious, and your professionalism is a joke. Almost one hour late, and you couldn’t use that time to think up a single intellectual thing to say?” 

  “Uh, I-.” 

  “You even have your…Instagram on here. That’s just embarrassing…” He motioned to the small little plaque on the wall that read @thelocalartaeist. Then he turned back to Taehyung. “Look, Mr. Kim-.” Mr. Oh said, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. “I’ll be honest. You seem to deserve at least that. Your friend Mr. Park did a lot of help with the marketing of my business's newest branch in Busan.” When his comment was meant with a confused stare from the twenty-five-year-old artist, he let out a much more frustrated groan. “Consider it a favor to him that your art is even hanging up on this wall right now.” Taehyung frowned. “Why do you think I’m the only one here even giving these a glance? Because they’re not at the same level as the rest of the art in this show. You might want to consider staying at your...usual locals, hm?” 

  Taehyung’s eyes wandered to the paintings that were hanging on the wall. All of the hours he spent awake in his room, living off mugs and mugs of coffee, as crumpled and ripped up sketches scattered around him. They filled his studio apartment, leaving him to spend moments writhing in pain on the floor because he got a cramp in his wrist from hours of nonstop drawing, or in frustration. After all, he ran out of blue paint just as he was about to finish the sky. All those moments, he poured into his art….

  ...and he was unprofessional because he wanted to draw a dolphin?

  When Mr. Oh watched Taehyung’s shoulders slump, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ll have my security return the paintings to you within 24 hours.” 

  “I don’t need your help,” Taehyung said simply. Mr. Oh blinked, eyes slightly wide in surprise. Taehyung’s lips turned into a tight frown. Mr. Oh nodded.

  “Fine.” He said, passing his champagne glass to Taehyung once again, using his finger to tug at the wrinkly collar of his jacket before putting his hand in his pocket. “And invest in an iron. That’s a good start.” He hummed before he began to walk towards another group of people who were admiring the work of another artist. Taehyung looked down at the empty wine glass in his hand, gripping it tightly.  He suddenly heard footsteps approach him. When he looked up, he saw Jimin. 

  “How did it….?” He fell silent, just staring at Taehyung. His knuckles were white, hand shaking slightly. “Tae-.” He put his hand on his shoulder. Just as he did so, Taehyung’s hand released, sending the glass onto the floor. A loud shattering sound alerted the attention of everyone in the room, finally bringing Taehyung back to reality. “Woah!” Jimin hopped back, watching glass scatter around his feet.

  Taehyung glanced around, seeing the faces of other people. All eyes were on him now, women clinging to their dates in fear of a violent outbreak, single men preparing to take control of the situation as needed. Min-Jae was looking over, hands in his pockets as he chuckled a bit, only turning away from the scene with seemingly no more interest in Taehyung. Taehyung glanced at Jimin, who turned to a waiter and asked for someone to clean this. When he looked back to Taehyung, he offered a kind smile.

  “You hurt?” Jimin asked curiously. Taehyung didn’t respond, only offering a soft smile. “...You can tell me what happened when we get home. Come on.” Patting his friends back, he led him out of the event, just as an event worker returned to the broken glass to clean this up. As the duo walked past, a couple was walking in, but Taehyung was so busy staring straight ahead that he didn’t notice, causing him to bump into the woman.

  “Oh. I’m sorry, are you alright?” The girl asked, turning to him. Taehyung looked over, biting his lip.

 “I-I’m fine. Sorry…” he said. The woman nodded, offering a kind smile before the man, a tall, well-pressed individual with black glasses and slicked-back brown hair, gently put his hand on the small of her back.

“Are you alright? Let’s get going.” The young woman nodded, following him into the event. Taehyung watched as Mr. Oh approached the duo, shaking hands with the man.

  “Ahhh, Mr. Kim, I’m glad you finally made it. And who is this?” Mr. Oh said. Before Taehyung could overhear anymore of the conversation, Jimin finished leading him out of the event.

“I’ll make sure to get the paintings back to your apartment tomorrow,” Jimin said. Taehyung only groaned in response, stuffing his hands in his pockets as the duo headed down the road. “Let’s go down to that pub and get a few drinks.”

         The local bar, a small yet cozy place where locals would get together to wash away the stresses of the long day they had, would find Jimin and Taehyung as frequent guests. Jimin’s job as a popular marketing executive meant that he had connections, connections that sometimes helped him and his friend out, while other times, slapped them both hard in the face. He was realizing now that this was a connection that would leave a dark bruise on Taehyung’s ego, as he sat back in his seat watching his friend throwback shots.

         “You know if you keep drinking like that, you’ll wake up outside your apartment again,” Jimin said, crossing his arms. Taehyung set his now empty shot glass onto the table with a forceful slam, before looking at his friend with glazed-over eyes.   

         “Did you even hear what that jackass said to me?” he asked, sniffling. “No, you didn’t. He said my art was subpar, and I gave professionalism a bad name.” Running a hand through his hair, he sniffled. “You had to see how he looked at my picture of the dolphin. He said it was subpar. I worked days on that painting.”

         “I know,” Jimin said softly. “I remember the fast food bags that piled up outside your front door because you wouldn’t pull yourself back to cook.                   

         “Right?! But that jackass doesn’t even get that. All he cares about is…” he groaned, hands falling onto his face in an attempt to stifle his frustration. “I don’t even know. God, this sucks.”

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Jimin said. “You have tons of followers on your Instagram that love your work.”

“My work and my face. More than half of my comments are on how attractive my teenage fans think I am, not even my artwork.” He groaned. “I love them, but it’s so frustrating.” Jimin nodded in understanding, though he didn’t come close to understanding. “How the hell did you even get to know that guy? He said you helped him out.”       

         “Yeah. While I was helping him market, I overheard him talking about the art show he was holding for his friends. I showed him your social media, and he seemed to like it.”

  “Well, I guess he’s a good actor, huh?” Taehyung sighed. As he saw one of the waiter’s approach, he leaned back in his seat. “Can I get another bottle of soju? I’m almost out.”

         “No, absolutely not,” Jimin said quickly, his hand reaching out to grab hold of the empty shot glass. “He doesn’t need any more drinks, but some bread or something would help sober him up.” The waiter nodded his head, giving one more apologetic glance to the frowning Taehyung before walking away. 

         “Aaaah, Jimin, that’s not nice! I want to drink!” Taehyung whined, hoping a set of wide eyes and a pouty lip would help his case. It didn’t. 

         “I’m not carrying you home again; you’re heavy when you are blackout drunk!” Jimin huffed, running a hand through his hair. He could see Taehyung’s face slowly switch emotion. No longer was he pouting like a child with wide eyes and a quivering lip, but instead, his eyes cast over with a dark somberness, his bottom lip stuck between an anxious set of teeth. Jimin sighed, leaning forward so that his hand reached out, taking Taehyung’s hand tightly in his own. “I’m sorry.” 

         “You shouldn’t be,” Taehyung said, resting his head in his hand. “You didn’t make me look like a complete jackass in front of some of the most important business people in Korea.”

         “But I shouldn’t have accepted the offer. Mr. Oh was a douchebag even when I was working for him. I just wanted to-.” 

         “Jimin, please,” Taehyung said, looking up at him. When Jimin looked up at him, he saw Taehyung’s glassy eyes turning red, and he quickly tried to hide it by running his arm across his wet eyes. “Just forget it.” Jimin leaned back in his chair, the duo staying in silence as the waiter brought over a basket of some bread, the warm aura of the slices of bread sending somewhat of a comforting feeling into both men. Taehyung reached out, taking hold of one of the loaves and tearing it in half, profoundly inhaling the warmth of the bread as if it would consume his body and take away the awful feelings coursing through him. When he took a bite of the dough, he glanced down at a napkin, sitting idly on the table as it waited to be used. It hadn’t yet, but Taehyung planned to put a stop to that. With the bread still in his mouth, Taehyung reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small pen. With a click, the pen opened up, and he grabbed hold of the napkin, sliding it closer as he leaned forward. When Jimin saw the pen touch the napkin, he tilted his head. 

         “Hm? What are you doing?” Jimin asked curiously, leaning forward in curiosity to what caught his friend’s drunk attention. Taehyung didn’t even look up; his pen continued to just scratch against the pale white napkin.       

         “Drawing.” He said simply. “The bread is hot.” Jimin couldn’t get a view of what Taehyung was scribbling down, since Taehyung had it so close to his chest. Tilting his head just a bit, Jimin was able to get a view of Taehyung’s face. His eyes were still red, still wet from the embarrassing night that he had experienced. However, Jimin noticed something new sparkling behind those wide, dark eyes.

         Absolute inspiration.

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         Teaching and instilling the ideas of inspiration in young children is an essential tool in the ever-growing development of children. Inspiration could come from anywhere, at any time. By providing children with enough opportunities to draw and create based on their own experiences, drawing their inspiration from things they didn’t even realize were planted in their memory, is an easy and enjoyable way to see the personalities of children. It takes a lot of patience, a lot of creativity, and a lot of overly exaggerated praise that keeps the children wanting to succeed in hopes of that praise being given again.       

         When you’re the head pre-school teacher of about 17 children just barely aged 4, you need to succeed at that whole ‘overly exaggerated praise’ aspect. You paced the room, watching the little heads of children rocking side to side happily, their hands reaching into colorful buckets of markers and crayons to pull out their absolute favorite color, only to scribble all over their blank, white canvas in five seconds and call that art. As your eyes scanned, one of your younger students, a girl named Yuna, was doing just that, a pink marker clutched in her tiny hands. 

         “Yuna, remember, don’t scribble all over the page. Draw a nice picture, use as many colors as you can, okay?”  You hummed, kneeling down and gently reaching out for her hand, setting the pink marker down.

         “But pink is my favorite Teacher.” She said sadly, pouting a bit.

         “I know. But look at all the other amazing colors, okay?” You smiled, picking a few hues of reds, yellows, and blues, and spreading them all out in front of the little one for her to see. “Not everything in the world is pink, you know.”

         “I know…” Yuna, though a bit bummed that she couldn’t create her entirely-pink world, reached out and grabbed the closest thing to it: red. With a pop, the cap fell onto the table, and Yuna hunched over, continuing her frantic coloring. Just as you continued to walk around and look at the kids, one of them tugged at your skirt. Turning your head, tiny Yeonjun, a skinny little boy with wide eyes, tried his best to get his picture as close to your eyes as possible. 

         “I’m done!” He beamed. “Look! Look!” As you knelt, you took the picture from his hands and examined it. Yeonjun’s image was decorated in various colors, arching over one another to make a crudely drawn, yet still recognizable rainbow. Some of the colors overlapped one another, and it seemed that the orange was an afterthought, hastily rushed in between the red and yellow at the last moment, so it wasn’t too easy to spot it. The sky was scribbled with a lighter blue than the one used for the rainbow, yet still, it was scribbled with such an unsteady and novice hand that the blue overlapped with the rainbow, and if it didn’t, there were significant gaps of white leftover that he didn’t color. 

         “This is so good.” You beamed. “Tell me, what was your inspiration for this one?” You asked curiously, looking up at the boisterous little boy whose eyes were sparkling. 

         “Well, I saw a rainbow with my Mommy the other day after it rained alllll night. Then, I got to splash in the puddles. So, I drew the rainbow.” 

         “I love it. Can I hang it up on the wall?” Yeonjun nodded, practically bouncing in place, his hands balled into anxious little fists. As you got to your feet, smoothing out your skirt, you led Yeonjun to the wall of pictures. The wall was covered in many different images from all the students, ranging from holiday and birthday cards to pictures they drew or even colored in. Whatever they wanted to display in the classroom, you were happy to hang up. The only rule was, they had to show that they worked hard on it. There were no scribbles on this wall, no random circles, or simple lines that were done in a second just so the student could get as many pictures as they could of their own plastered up for the world to see. That wasn’t fair, not in your eyes. “Alright.” Snagging a piece of tape, you handed the completed picture to the young boy. “You can choose where it goes.” Yeonjun’s eyes scanned the wall of art, trying to find the best place he could put it. After a moment, he found it. 

         “There!” His hand pointed up to a blank space he located, right between a colored in a picture of the South Korean flag, and a drawing of a tree with apples on it. “I want it next to Taehyun’s picture!” Before you could say anything, Yeonjun got onto his tiptoes, trying his absolute hardest to reach the spot himself. However, it was much too far for his tiny stature; even you had to reach your hand up and stretch for it to fit. However, just as Yeonjun was getting discouraged, he was swooped into the air. Turning your head, a heart-shaped smile, and wide eyes caught your attention. Jung Hoseok – better known to your students as just Mr. Hobi - your good friend and co-worker, who had a spirit so free and a personality so upbeat that just saying his name would get the kids in a frenzy every morning. He, though a bit unorthodox in his methods of handling the kids, was well-liked, and very good at his job. 

         “Up we go!” Hoseok cheered. “Okay, can you reach now?” 

         “Uh-huh.” The little boy placed his picture in the spot he desired, pressing on the piece of clear tape with his thumb to make sure it would stick. After staring at it with a proud smile, Hoseok set him down. “Thank you, Mr. Hobi~.”

         “No problem. Now, go play until our next activity, okay?” He hummed, smiling wide as he watched the little boy hurry off. Next thing he knew, tons of children swarmed him, holding up their pictures. 

         “Me next, Mr. Hobi!” Yuna shouted, holding up her picture as high as she could. 

         “No, me!” Another boy, Kai, shouted, trying to get his even higher than Yuna’s.

         “Alright, alright. We can hang them all up; we still have some room.” Hoseok said, kneeling to look at all of the pictures being shoved in his face. “Now, Kai, can you tell me what you made?” 

         “I made a dinosaur!” He beamed. “It’s breathing fire! I saw a real one at Disney one time!” 

“Those aren’t real!” Another little girl, Chareyeong, shouted, a hand on her hip as the other held the palm of her best friend, little Yuna. 

“Uh-huh! My Dad told me so.” Kai snapped back, deciding to end the conversation with his tongue poking out of his mouth. Chaeryeong was quick to do the same, as was Yuna before Hoseok quickly crossed his arms, a disapproving look aimed towards all of them. Instantly, the bickering ended. With that settled, Hoseok nodded, scooping the male tyke up and holding up in his arms, allowing him to search for a spot. You knelt as well, taking Yuna’s picture from her. While it was still consistently pink, the reds and blues added as well, making it look like Yuna spent a lot more time on her project.

         “What did you draw for us, Yuna?” You asked curiously.

“A pink cotton candy castle with red and blue gumdrops.” Yuna nodded, a grin forming on her face that reached from ear to ear. You smiled as you examined the picture thoroughly. 

“Can you tell me what inspired you to draw this, Yuna?” you asked curiously. Yuna was silent for a bit, taking a moment to think.

  “…Well, I saw Yeonjun pick his nose in gym class yesterday, and thought it was gross. So, I drew cotton candy because it’s not gross.” A few of the other kids giggled at the memory of Yeonjun’s little finger jammed up his nose before the gym teacher quickly spotted and wiped his hand off with a Kleenex. Glancing up at Hoseok, he was just setting Kai back onto the floor; a grin spread on his face as he heard the little girls reasoning for her picture.

  “…That’s your inspiration?” you asked, an eyebrow arched in confusion, and yet, somehow slight amusement. Yuna nodded, the reasoning making total sense to her.

  “Mhm. It’s my inpirtion.” She hummed. Only able to reply with a shake of your head, you placed a piece of clear tape onto the picture, and moments later, Hoseok scooped her into his arms, as she searched for where she wanted her picture. Once it was up, you stared at it for a moment.

Inspiration could come from anywhere, it seemed.

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My Heart Remembers You (Kim Taehyung x Reader)

You took a step back, hands trembling with fear. “W-What are you saying, Taehyung? Yah, how could you say after nearly giving me a heart attack? Don’t joke around!”

Taehyung stared at you, confusion written all over his face. “"I don’t know what you’re talking about...but, my name...it’s Taehyung?” He pointed to his face, smiling cheekily.

“Miss Y/n...I tried to tell you before. I’m really sorry, but it seems like the car accident has damaged his brain, resulting in amnesia,” the doctor announced, causing you to gasp.

You felt all weak in the knees; your hands and lips were trembling with fear. “So...he doesn’t remember anything nor anyone? Not a single thing? Not even a bit? Does he even remember what happened?” 

“I'm afraid not. His memories have all faded away, including his memory of the incident. When I asked him what he remembered, he said nothing. Everything is gone, I’m afraid.”

You staggered backwards, your hands flying to your mouth in disbelief. “"He doesn’t remember me?” You went over to Taehyung and grasped both of his hands. “Taehyung, you know who I am, right? You recognize me, right?”

Taehyung shook his head. “"Ani...mianhe. Who are you?”

You blinked back tears. “You seriously don't remember me?” Turning back to the doctor, you breathed out, “Isn’t there a way for him to regain his memories? I'll do anything! Please, whatever it takes!”

He sighed gravely. “I'm sorry, but amnesia is not that easy to heal. In fact, it’s almost impossible, for it affects the brain. However...you can help him regain his memories by reminding him of the past. What he values the most, his past memories, and whom he cares for and loves. That would be difficult, though.”

You stared at Taehyung, who was smiling sweetly at you. For him, you’d do anything. Even if it costs you your life, it'd all be worth it. “"I'll do it.”

Taking his hand, you led him towards Anapji. On the whole way there, during the train ride, Taehyung let go of your hand, without affection, as if without a single care in the world. He didn’t show any signs of fondness towards you. Your heart hurt so badly; how could he had forgotten all the good times you two had shared?

Sure, you were the one who let go of him, you were the one who kicked him out of your life, but deep down, you missed him. Even though you acted cold on the outside, inside you're crying. You really wanted to take him back. But...you were scared...

Scared of him not feeling the same anymore...

You knew you were the reason he got into a car accident. You knew you should’ve forgiven him a long time ago, that you shouldn’t have kept avoiding him. Before he fainted, he told you...he told you... that...he was sorry if he hadn’t been a good friend, if he had been a disturbance in your life.

“Taehyung, I don’t deserve to be near you, but I promise...I promise after you regain your memories, you'll never see me again. All I could say is...” You whispered quietly, letting quiet sobs escape your lips. “Naega...naega neomu mianhe...”

“Hey, what is this place again?” Taehyung was looking at you, scratching the back of his neck. “"I forget things so easily...”

That’s true - Taehyung does forget things easily. Wiping the tears away, you gave him a small smile. “It's the Anapji, which is a man-made pond created at the time of the Shilla Dynasty. Do you remember? This place...you pushed me in the pond once, my clothes were all soaked.”

“Jinja? I don't remember, but I bet that would have been funny.” He grinned.

“Yah, what are you trying to say?” You hit him playfully on the shoulder, laughing a bit. Taehyuhg took you near the pond to admire the beautiful lotus flowers. He offered to take a picture of you and asked you to back up, but as you took more steps...

SPLASH!!

“Ah, I'm all wet! Kim Taehyung, look at what you did!” You yelled, glaring at him, water flowing from your hair. In front of you, the male was snickering, while pointing at you.

“You're wet! You're all wet!”

“Yah! Pull me up now!”

.

“You're lucky they have a clothes shop here,” you scolded him after you had changed into a black halter top and sleek, casual ripped jeans. “This is all your fault.”

“"But your face, though,” he snickered. “It was priceless! I'm really glad I got to recreate that memory! It was the funniest experience in my life!”

You scoffed, “You know, you're annoying as hell sometimes.” Although your tone sounded annoyed, a smile was creeping up onto your lips. 

“But you like it, don't you?”

“Shut up.”

xx

Halla Mountain was your next destination; it was one if your favorite traveling spots, due to its amazing wonderful view. Snowflakes falling down, and icicles hanging over you, it's truly an unforgettable sight. And, knowing Taehyung, you knew well what he was going to say first.

“Wow, it’s like a fairytale!” He blurted our, admiring the sights here and there with enthusiasm.

You stifled a giggle, causing Taehyung to look at you, pouting. “What? I'm not allowed to run around like a little child?”

“No, it's not that. It’s just that, I predicted you would say the exact same thing you just said.” You smiled lightly, as snowflakes fell softly into your open hand.

“Oh? Then you must have known me so well.” He remarked before turning his attention back to the breathtaking sight, eyes twinkling with admiration.

Your footsteps felt heavy; his words had banged you right in the heart. “"I did know you well; I was the only closest person to you. You said I was your first and only love. Can I still be your one and only?” It turned out as barely a whisper.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, a soft gasp escaped your cold lips. Staring at the figure in front of you, your eyes widened in pure shock. ��Yoongi? What are you doing here?”

“Never mind that.” He waved his hand to dismiss your question, a smile on his face. “I can't believe I got to meet you here. How have you been? It's been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“It certainly has.” You recounted. “Seven years since you left for Seoul. How have you been, underground rapper? Still into hip-hop?”

“You know it.” He smirked. “I still have swag, and is still your same old Min Yoongi.”

You smiled a bit. “I'm glad. I thought that after all these years, you'd changed. I loved the old you, I still do.” 

“See? I never fail to make any girl fall for me. Even if she’s a girl whom I’ve been separated from for seven years.” He winked at you.

You scoffed lightly at him, “Aish, you're still a flirt, like you've always been. Introduce me to your girlfriend sometime, okay?” You looked at him, hope flaring in your eyes.

Yoongi blinked at you, before bursting into laughter. “Y/n, I don't have one.”

“What do you mean you don't have one?” With an attitude like that, of course you would have one! You turned into a liar...”

“No, no, seriously! I don't have one, yet.” He stared at you, right into your eyes. Your eyes met for a second, but the moment was quickly broken off by a familiar voice.

“Yah, you! Back off, that girl’s mine!”

Taehyung...?

Taehyung was standing behind you, with a murderous glare directed at Yoongi. Throwing his arm around you, he smirked lightly as he looked at you. “Jagiya, tell him. You belong to me, right?”

“W-What? I...”

“Y/n, is this true?” Yoongi faced you. “Are you his girlfriend?”

“Uh...” You glanced at Taehyung. “Yeah...I am. Sorry, Yoongi. I'm sure you'll find someone meant for you eventually.” You fumbled with your hands, but he didn't seem to notice.

He bit his lip in disappointment. “I guess. It was nice seeing you, Y/n.” His smile faded entirely as he walked away from the both of you. When he was out of your sight, you turned to Taehyung.

“What was that? Why did you say those words?”

He waved his hand in the air. “Ah, it's nothing. It's just...you seemed uncomfortable with him, so I decided to take action. Just think of it as something that never happened. It's not a big deal, anyway.”

To you, it was a big deal. If he had meant those words, if he really loved you, then it would mean a lot for you. Because you...

Because you...you...

You loved him. ‘Kim Taehyung, I should’ve told you sooner. I should've told you my heart. If I did...maybe...maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe you wouldn't have lost your memories, maybe we wouldn't have been just a plain old forgotten memory.’

“You know, Y/n? Since this place seems just like a fairytale, I guess you and I are the main characters in the story, don't you think? You're the princess, and I'm the prince!” 

You scoffed, blushing slightly. “You're so childish, V.”

“V?” Taehyung tilted his head in confusion.

“It's a nickname I made up for you.”

“Oh...did I make a nickname for you, too? What is it? Is it a letter, as well?”

Giggling, you shook your head. “No, silly. It's Sul, which means snow.”

“Why? Why did I call your Sul?”

“I don't know; it's random, just like V.”

He bit his lip and paused. “Where are we going to now, Sul? Are you taking me somewhere fun?”

“Are the places I have taken you to not?”

“They are...”

“Then there's your answer. We’re going to Yeojwa Stream.” You smiled. “The view there is really unbelievable. Believe it or not, it's even lovelier than the view here. The cherry blossoms are really pretty.”

“I trust you, navigator!” Taehyung saluted me, causing you to giggle.

Taehyung...you missed him.

You missed him, the person who always manages to make youlaugh.

You missed him, the person who always cheers you up whenever you’re down.

You loved him, the person who's always there for you.

You loved him, only you just couldn't tell him. 

You hated that piece of reality.

You hated that he lost his memory.

You hated that you’re erased from his life.

You wanted Kim Taehyung back.

You missed the times when the both of you used to have fun, sharing laughs and smiles. You missed the times we used to spend together. You know, you knew very well, that you were a fool for letting him go when he was the most important person in your life. Now...it's too late.

Glancing at Taehyung, you wondered...

If you could be like the old times...

If you could be in his arms again...

If you could recreate the past...

If you could love again.

It's not possible, you knew that. You were a stranger to him, he didn't even know your name. He didn't know anything about you, he didn’t even care about you. You’re just a person who passes by him, a person who's easily, immediately forgotten.

“Sul...hello? Hello? Earth to Sul, are you there?” Taehyung was waving his hands in front of your face. 

You snapped out of your thoughts, blinking at him. “What? What happened?”

“I was telling you that we should go down now. Yeojwa Strean is just a few blocks from here, come on.” 

“Oh...oh, yeah. Yeah, sure, let's go.” You nodded slowly, allowing yourself to be pulled out of the bus by Taehyung.

He pointed to the falling Sakura petals, which looked even more beautiful under the moonlit streets. Still, as you were looking at them, you felt your heart sink and your smile fade. It was nighttime. You didn’t know why, but the arrival of night made you lose hope. You were really hoping that he would remember you. You were really hoping for him to see your face, even for just a brief time.

That's when you knew you weren't meant to be.

Even if he ended up with someone else, you couldn’t hold yourself back. You really wanted to say...

That you loved him.

That you loved him, so, so much..

‘'I love you...’’

Without getting a chance to stop yourself, you burst into tears. Taehyung, who was staring admiringly at the cherry blossoms, turned to you worriedly. Immediately, he showed concern as he rubbed your arm gently. “Sul, what's wrong? What happened? Are you hurt somewhere?” His hands scanned your body for any bruises or scratches.

“No, it's nothing...it’s just...I...I...” You clutched tightly onto his shirt, burying your head in it. “Taehyung, I...”

He hugged you tightly and shushed you. “Ssh, I'm here. It's okay, no one will hurt you.” Stroking your hair comfortingly, he whispered softly, “I’ll always be here.”

You wiped the remaining tears, and smiled softly. “Gomawo, V.”

Taking your hand, he led you towards Romance Bridge, where couples walked through most of the time. Your heart winced in pain, but upon seeing the smile on his face, you immediately forgot about your worries. 

At the other side of the bridge was a cherry blossom tree. You and him sat under the tree, blown away by the extraordinary view. As you stared admiringly, the memory of his proposal came to mind. “Hey, V....will you let me feel your heartbeat?”

“What?” He stared at you, bewildered by your strange request.

“I’ll just place my hand on your chest, in the spot where your heart rests.”

“...Sure...if that’s what you want...”

Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out your hand and placed it on his chest. He tensed up a bit at first, but his heartbeat slowly steadied out. It gradually became faster, as if your touch had triggered it somehow. You closed your eyes softly. 

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All of a sudden, your eyes opened in fear at Taehyung’s sudden response. He gasped, then, reaching out his hand, smiled as he caressed your face softly and tenderly, full of affection. Your face tensed up.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Y/n...Y/n...”

You stood up abruptly, shocked. “"I never told you my name. H-How...?”

He smiled as he pulled you in for a tight embrace, tears trickling down his cheeks. “I remember now. I remember everything. How deeply I love you, how you cried your heart out when I fainted...your voice was the only thing repeating in my head that time.”

“But how...?”

He stared into your eyes gently. “You. When you placed your hand on my chest, I remembered. My heart remembers you, Y/n. No matter how many memories I lost, no matter how serious my amnesia is, my heart can never forget you, Y/n, because you're the only one able to make it beat so fast.”

“...Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. You triggered my heart. It remembered you, the only girl whom I've ever had feelings for. Y/n, I know I don't deserve you, but I...I love you.”

You held his hands and shook your head, allowing your eyes to water, too. “No, Taehyung. I don't deserve you; I'm really sorry for putting you into so much pain. I'm sorry for only realizing that I love you now.”

“It's okay,” he rubbed circles in your palm. “Hey, want to go get ice cream?”

“It's a cold night...”

“I’ll take care of you if you get sick.”

You giggled at his enthusiasm. “Okay. But I'll only have chocolate.”

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Thank You For Believing In Me

Park Jimin/Reader

Summary: kinda based on this video of Sofia Carson taking a picture with the boys, but they already know you since you are an up and coming artist and dating Jimin :)

Word Count: 998 M.list

You were attending the 2019 BBMA’s where you were up for a few smaller awards. Your career had recently sky rocketed, so even though they were only minor awards, you were beyond ecstatic.

BTS were also attending that night, so you and your boyfriend Jimin had managed to pull a few strings so that you would be sitting next to each other.

You had yet to find the 7 men during the chaos of the red carpet walk, having to stop every two seconds to be interviewed and take pictures. As you moved away from yet another interview, you finally noticed the boys just ahead of you, lined up as they were taking pictures. You smiled, making your way over and intending to wait for them to finish, but then you saw that Jimin was stationed at the end of the line and you got a better idea.

You slyly shuffled your way over and parked yourself next to Jimin. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that both Yoongi and Namjoon looked over to you and smiled, though Jimin didn’t even realise you were there until you hooked your arm through his. He jumped back a little, not expecting to be touched, but relaxed when he realised it was you.

‘Jagi! You scared me!’ He beamed at you as he turned to pull you into a hug. You could hear the other boys laughing at Jimin’s initial reaction.

‘I’d be lying if I said I didn’t mean to!’ You laughed against his cheek, pulling back lightly, but staying in his embrace.

‘Ah so mean...’ Jimin shook his head playfully.

‘Y/N! Jimin! Can we get pictures of just you two!?’ Shouts came from the group of the photographers in front of you, all continuing to take pictures as they shout.

‘yeah let’s get pictures together jagi.’ Jimin agreed and began to guide you to the middle as the other boys started to move to the side.

‘Oh no, I don’t want to split you guys up!’ You placed your hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as he walked past, only for him to give you a warm smile.

‘Don’t worry Y/N. Just be sure to show everyone here who the power couple is.’ He patted your arm with a wink and ushered you back to Jimin. You chuckled and shook your head as you watched him leave, before turning back to Jimin. He helped you fix and flare out your dress , before placing his arm round your waist as you pose together.

‘You look sexy by the way.’ Jimin leaned in and whispered in your ear, causing you to bush.

‘Stop! You’re making me blush in front of everyone!’ You gently hit his chest when he started laughing.

Finally, the BBMA attendants ushered you forwards and away from the cameras

‘I’m never gonna get used to that. I don’t know how you guys do it so often!’  You said, exhausted from constantly posing as you walked along next to Jimin, rest of the boys just ahead of you.

‘We’ve been doing this since we were teenagers Y/N, we’re pretty de-sensitised to it now.’ Jungkook explained, glancing over his shoulder to you.

‘It’s exhausting! Especially in heels!’ You exclaimed jokingly, causing them all to chuckle.

‘Well you should get used to it jagi. After tonight you’ll be bigger than ever!’ Jimin smiled over to you supportively and you returned the gesture.

‘I haven’t even won anything yet!’

‘I have no doubt that you will though.’ He spoke with a soft smile, all whilst squeezing your waist in a comforting manor.

‘Thank you for believing in me Jimin.’ You said softly, leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek. You heard the sound of camera shutters going off even before you started leaning in. They guys weren’t lying when they said you would have to get used to the attention.

You bit your lip as you tried to hide the smile on your face. You couldn’t wait to see the pictures of you and Jimin online late, doing exactly what Namjoon had told you to do.

‘C’mon. I think it’s time to get to our seats.’

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‘And the winner is.... Y/N L/N!’ The entire venue erupted into cheers as soon as your name was announced. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. You sat there in shock, unable to move until you felt hands on your shoulders pulling you up. Jimin was stood in front of you with a big smile. He took your face in his hands and leaned in to kiss you before pulling you into a quick hug. The rest of BTS had also stood up and were cheering loudly for you as you finally made your way to the stage to accept your award from the host.

‘Um wow... I don’t know what to say.’ You spoke into the microphone, voice shaking as you had to force yourself not to cry. ‘I guess all I can do is just thank everyone who believed in me, all my fans who voted and streamed my music umm.’ You paused and pursed your lips as you composed yourself and thought about what to say next, when your eyes met those of your boyfriend. He was staring up at you, eyes wide and face proud as he watched you on stage.

‘And of course Jimin. Thank you for supporting me this whole time. I really couldn’t have done this without you!’ You placed your had on your heart as you addressed Jimin and he did the same for you. As you exited the stage, you were over come with adrenaline and all but broke down with happiness. You didn’t yet know weather or not BTS would win the awards that they were up for that night, but what you did know was that regardless of weather they win too or not, you would all be out celebrating and getting drunk that night, because why wouldn’t you?

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First Meeting

Always us couple, based on the story told in the first part (Suchwita) about how they first met!

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Word Count:936 M.list

January 2013

You were unbelievably late. As you ran through the BigHit hallways, you couldn’t help but curse yourself for not preparing better the night before.

You’d told your members to leave without you when it became clear you wouldn’t find all your dance gear in time.

Prima had debuted just under two years ago, so the heat was still on for the four of you, plus it was now time for a new comeback, so being late really didn’t give a good impression.

‘I’m sorry I’m late!’ You yelled out, flustered as you burst through the door to Prima’s usual dance studio. You stopped in your tracks when you came face to face with seven young men. You recognised them as trainees who would be debuting in a group called BTS soon.

Your face lit up red when you realised you’d just interrupted their practice.

‘I’m so sorry! My group must have been moved!’ You bowed to them in apology, but they were fast to dismiss your worry.

‘Who are you? A trainee too?’ A voice suddenly asked from across the room. You looked over with a slight frown and looked at the light haired boy. Did he seriously not know the other groups under his company’s label?

The other boys in the room shot him wide eyed looks, obviously afraid of one of their own offending their senior.

‘Please don’t mind him noona, he’s not very in the loop.’ The one you recognised as the leader, Namjoon, stepped forward, trying to de-escalate the situation. You laughed and waved your hand.

‘Don’t worry about it.’ You turned back to the other boy who now had a confused look on his face.

‘It’s Yoongi right?’ His eyes widened slightly when you mentioned him by name. ‘Give my group a listen sometime.’ You bowed again before quickly ducking out of the room.

You had to bite your lip when you heard the boys begin to bicker behind the door, presumably scolding Yoongi for his actions. You laughed quietly and walked away to find your group.

The embarrassing encounter had slipped your mind after a few days, quickly becoming busy with your comeback. You found yourself with a rare free moment during the day, so you decided to spend your break in one of the quieter staff areas.

As you entered the room, you were pleased to find it empty, apart from a hunched over figure in one of the corner chairs. As you stepped closer, you realised that it was Yoongi.

You stopped and took in the younger boy. His eyes were closed and he had his ear phones in, clearly he was also enjoying a moment of peace.

As you stared, you seemed to realise that he was kinda cute and good looking, even in just a casual hoodie and jeans.

As if he could feel someone watching him, Yoongi opened his eyes and stared directly back at you. You blushed at being caught. Looking away, you cleared your throat and rubbed at your arm.

‘Hi Yoongi, nice to see you again.’ He’d taken his ear phones out and gave you a small smile.

‘Are you training hard for your debut? I know It’s not far away.’ You asked sweetly, wanting to make an effort with your fellow label mate. Yoongi raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting you to be interested but he chose to not mention it.

‘Yeah... You know how hard it is to have a good debut and make a good first impression.’ You nodded with a small chuckle. It wasn’t always smooth sailing with your group. Your debut didn’t do as well as you’d hoped at first, but definitely picked up in the weeks after as more and more people discovered you.

An awkward silence fell over the two of you as you just kind of stood in the middle of the room.

‘I listened to your groups music.’ You suddenly perked up at his words, big smile appearing.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah. I really liked it.’ It was only a small thing, but it always made you giddy when someone voiced their favour for all your hard work. You took initiative and moved to sit next to the trainee.

‘I’m so glad to hear that!’ He flashed you a gummy smile when you sat next to him.

‘I hope you’ll like our new album too!’

‘I’m sure I will, if it’s even half as good as your others, then it’s going to be amazing!’ This boy was just full of compliments it would seem. It was making you feel all fluffy on the inside.

‘I’ll be supporting your debut too!’ You pulled out your phone and opened the camera.

‘Here! Let’s take a selfie and I’ll post it on my groups Twitter!.’ Yoongi’s eyes widened and leaned away.

‘Ah no, I look a mess right now.’

‘Oh hush! You look cute.’ He went silent but blushed at your compliment, giving in.

You shuffled closer and threw your arm round his shoulder, missing the way his blush deepened at the close contact.

‘There! We look great together, don’t you think?’ You showed him the photo and he could only nod with a smile. The two of you really did look good together. Now that he was looking at you properly, he had to admit that you were beautiful. Not only that but you were obviously talented too. Pretty much perfect in his eyes.

Yoongi knew he shouldn’t be thinking that way about his senior, but as long as he was careful, you would never find out. But eventually, you did find out.

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Slice Of Life Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Drabbles

Jeon So-Hee Meets Han So-Hee Early Mornings Going Away For A While

More to come!

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Part of the Always, Us series

A.N. So I thought this would just be a super cute idea to do this! I will probably write an actual one shot for the wedding day soon!

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