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[fluffymiyaa]

romantic comedy. It is about exploring love, friendships, and sweet memories. Along the way, the characters may bump into comical misunderstandings and unexpected situations that keep the story going.

[animeisamood]

[snilla]

Ao Haru Ride Moodboard

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-credits to the owners of the pics!

[moonlightchildz]

it's definitely you; k.t

writer: @moonlightchildz

summary: "Was it you who I’ve been searching for? Spent my life alone and waited for? So tenderly and endlessly you made me whole, the walls I built they melt away with every touch in your embrace every day, every night, every note I play you made me whole, you made me whole..." - Zero, LMYK

i was deeply inspired after watching blue spring ride, hope you enjoy :)

date: december 28th, 2021

word count: 29.2k (it's a huge monstrosity, i know hehe)

tw: M 18+, SMUT, creampie, use of recreational drug (weed), alcohol consumption, slight spit play (if you squint rlly), they fuck on a balcony, unprotected sex, oral f. receiving, oral m. receiving, taehyung is possessive, minors dni

a soft breath of air emits from your lips once you notice the drops of water beginning to pick up pace. you lean back against the cool wall, watching other students curse underneath their breaths before running off to find shelter within covered walls. you didn’t predict the outcome of today’s weather, but yet again no one did either. after all, it happened to be sunny without a cloud dotting the sky as you entered your first class of the day.

now it was a little after two in the afternoon and the sky was grey, the sun hiding behind the covered clouded sky. you didn’t mind the rain, in fact, you genuinely loved it. the smell of wet earth, and the way the rain felt against your skin; it was cool and refreshing all at once. without another thought, you made sure your phone was protected within your notebooks - even if it was a waterproof phone - you would not take the risk. your phone was your baby and therefore required safety in return.

before stepping out into the rain, you glanced down at your outfit. you figured your dirty converse had suffered enough as they were already, but it was water. free cleaning service, you thought. dressed in mom jeans and a long sleeve crop top, you stepped out into the rain. you had your earphones plugged in as you began strolling down the pavement, feeling each droplet grace your skin.

you spread out your arm, hand upside with your palm sticking out to catch rain on it. you watched as rain pelted down your hand, marveling at how the water slipped through your fingers. it felt serene, seeing as it calmed you down as the rain managed to pick up some more. inhaling the wet earth scent, you went on about, rounding the corner of the first building. you knew the bus stop was just a few blocks away, but as of now you felt your socks starting to get soggy from the puddle you had previously stepped in, and that feeling is never nice. thunder rumbled throughout the sky and that meant lightning would follow. as much as you loved the rain, you and lightning weren’t on best terms, considering you could be a walking magnet right now for it. so you climbed up the stairs to seek for temporary refuge, at least until the rain slowed down enough for you to keep walking.

there was a pillar between the building. you calmly went on the right side, noting a stranger was on the left side with the same misfortune as you. you dropped your bag, your earphones ripped away carelessly as you slid down the brick wall. there was a slight breeze and you shivered, reprimanding yourself for not bringing a damn jacket at least.

“um, are you cold?”

you blinked, and then your eyes flickered over to the source of sound. you slightly crawled forward, tilting your neck out to see a pair of pretty dark brown eyes meet yours. you shook your head in response, and a small boyish smile tugged at his lips, making you wonder what amused him in that moment. it’s just to him, seeing you with big doe eyes peering up at him, halted him for a second. he hadn’t expected to see such a pretty girl.

“how come you walked in the rain?” he promptly questioned you, mimicking your movements as well. he sat down, crossing his long legs as he leveled his body with his hands pressed behind him.

you sat up, knees pressed against the pavement as this stranger peered up at you now.

“I don’t mind it,” you said earnestly, running a hand through your damp hair. “and I don’t have car.”

“ah,” was his response.

“what about you?” you tilted your head, eyeing him from head to toe. he was completely drenched and his hair was damp, the type that made his hair wavy.

“my bike got stolen.”

oh my. you blinked once, then twice. when he didn’t backtrack on it, you bit down on your lip, detaining yourself from laughing. “what a-uh misfortune.”

“s’okay,” he shrugged, side eyeing you. he probably noted the way amusement glimmered within your eyes. “they were getting back what I had taken from them.”

now this made your eyebrows raise in pure disbelief. with your hands raised, you said, “see now I don’t feel bad anymore.”

“I figured,” he squinted his eyes at you. “so you were finding my misfortune a source of entertainment huh?”

“well, given that you stole that bike in the first place gives me a piece of mind that karma bit you right on the ass.”

“and come to think I would have given you a ride on my bike.” he teased lightly, a grin lacing his lips.

You raised an eyebrow at his implication and said, “Just steal another bike and maybe I’ll say yes next time.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course,” you nodded, and raised a finger. “But only if I get to wear a cute helmet and if it has one of those ringing bells. Only then would I accept your offer.”

“I’ll make sure to steal a prettier bike next time then.”

you smiled as you glanced down at your knees. your hands were in front of you now, fiddling with your fingers as you let your hair cover the side of your face. he was honestly really handsome. chiseled features, slight pouty lips, such lively eyes that held a thousand stories, and a pretty smile that contained unspoken words. it was the kind of smile that made your heart flutter, but only a little bit.

“looks like it’s clearing up a bit.”

The bus should be stopping soon.

you hummed in return, and without turning to face him you spoke, “nice meeting you, bike stealer. hopefully next time you leave those poor children alone.”

you stood up, dusting the dirt from your knees as you gathered your bag and earphones. he laughed and watched as you ran your painted fingers through your hair. emerald green, that was the color on your nails.

“can’t do that anymore.” he cheekily replied, watching how you turned and quirked an eyebrow. “after all i promised a ride to a very pretty girl.”

you laughed and he had to blink a couple of times to get the sound of your laughter from his head, it echoed throughout his clouded brain. he leaned forward as you simply began walking away now, waving at him. you didn’t bat an eye on him until you halted, then midway turned to face him. Your eyes were squinted, smile as sweet and bright as he has ever witnessed in his life.

“goodbye bike stealer,” you smiled, your eyes widening from finding his gaze on you already. the sight of him already glancing at you made your cheeks warm.

“goodbye pretty girl.” In return, the handsome stranger smiled back at you, his eyes glimmering a myriad of emotions within those pretty brown eyes of his. you wondered if you would ever see him again given that this was your first time seeing him on campus.

as you rounded the corner you couldn’t help but peer over your shoulder just for old times’ sake. he was no longer there.

days blur by as you occupy yourself with work, homework, and friends. it’s two am when you find yourself walking towards the nearest convenience store. it’s a full moon tonight and the breeze hits just right as you tug on your sleeves. your hair is up in a low ponytail, mismatched earrings clipped at your ears, and you’re sporting an old band tee that’s tied up from the back, showcasing your figure.

when you enter the convenience store, you’re greeted by the friendly cashier. eunwo was his name, you believed. he was really handsome and you could never utter a word out to him because of it. you immediately turn down the aisle, fingers tracing the products as you reach the destination. once you finally pick out the noodles you’ve been craving, you come to a halt. For some odd reason, your eyes follow a certain silhouette enter the store, light brown hair covering those dark brown eyes.

“hey, eunwoo,” you overheard a deep voice greet the cute cashier. “mind if I put tonight on the tab?”

Eunwoo waved him off, grinning at him. “have at it.”

Then, his eyes peered up and the first thing they land on is you. you immediately glance away, cheeks warming. he probably doesn’t even remember you and you were caught hardcore staring at him right now. after all, the bike stealer incident seemed more like a fever dream. there was no way you would see him here out of all the damn places in the world. You kept your attention in front of the noodle section, opting for grabbing another one too.

“are you high?”

You blinked once, then twice, and then slightly turned your head towards the sound of voice. The first thing you noticed was how you had to slightly glance up to even make direct contact. The second was that he had approached you himself and seemed to have remembered you, now this made the lit up flame inside you roar with such giddiness. However his approach had you bemused because just how could he tell that you weren’t exactly sober.

“uh what makes you say that?”

“your eyes are half lidded, plus I have a radar for potheads, and I’m quite the detector.”

a giggle left your mouth and you shamelessly shrugged. “I just came here for some noodles, but here you are instead.”

you stood on your tippy toes, trying to glance over his shoulder as you teased, “no bike, huh?”

“actually,” he began to grin and you turn towards him, seeming a bit in trance from being so up close to him. you knew he was handsome, however being high managed to emphasize just how dashing this man really was. His lashes were long to the point they met his skin every time he blinked.

he pointed over to the glass window. a cute emerald green bike rested there; it even had a basket!

“wanna go for a ride now?”

“I see no helmet though.”

“You can literally see it hanging inside the basket.”

“A cute one though.” You pointed out knowingly.

He rolled his eyes. “It has a little bell though,” he threw in, watching as your eyes lit up in pure excitement.

“there’s a park like a few blocks away.”

Okay so he knew the area, which probably meant he either lived closed by or just knew his streets well enough. The answer was clear in your head. No. After all you didn’t know this man and kidnappers still existed. However your best friends had your location on and they knew you were coming here.

The answer was a no, however what left your lips was, “okay I’m sold.”

“Let me pick some snacks first, meet me in the front.”

“Okay,” you easily complied, gathering your noodles and picking up your own favorite condiments, including a mango drink. You grabbed some chips and some other sweets since the munchies were poking at your stomach strings right now, begging to eat something already. Each food item chanted at you eat me, pick me, choose me.

Once you were satisfied with what you had picked out, you went straight to the counter where Eunwoo was already checking out the bike stealer.

“oh, and include this too please.”

With one arm, he gathered all of your items and pushed them forward.

“uh, don’t tell me you’re planning on stealing my snacks too,” you teased him and he turned and stuck out his tongue at you like a god damn child.

“I will be actually, then ill make sure to eat them in front of you and call it a night.”

“I’ll murder you.”

He cupped his ear, leaning down towards your height. “Is that a threat I hear?”

Instead of backing away, you stepped forward, lips ghosting the outer shell of his ear as you whispered, “A threat, a promise, and a reality where children will be able to ride their bikes in peace.”

Whatever he had on the tip of his tongue, it got swallowed back as he felt the ghost of your lips tickle his ear.

“I’d very much would be pleased.”

He turned, and this time you held your breath. He was inches apart from you and your hand itched to cup the side of his face. To be able to touch him and see his reaction, but then the cashier cleared his throat. You both practically repelled against each other, looking anywhere but at one or the other. The bike stealer collected all of the items and thanked him before beckoning you to follow. And like a bee to a flower, you happily buzzed your way over to him.

“Wear my helmet.”

“No, it’s ugly and doesn’t match my outfit.”

You heard him deeply inhale, but still didn’t relent. His helmet was ugly and you’d be caught dead wearing that.

“If we fall, you’re gonna bash your head and frankly I don’t wanna pay your hospital bill.”

“How charming,” you drawled out, taking the helmet from him. “Never in my life have I ever met such a gentleman.”

He extended his arm out, indicating you to hop on into the basket. “M’lady.”

You curtsied and jumped in, legs swinging slightly beneath you. You weren’t exactly short, but neither tall.

You spread out your arms and felt the breeze envelope you, your hair blowing in the wind. it nipped at your skin and you’ve never felt so alive. laughter emitted from your lips as you felt every sensation within your body. you dangled your feet, resting against the metal steering. you glanced up at him, eyes closed and a cheesy, drunken smile painted your lips. he almost swerved the both of you into the lake.

Once you both arrived at the park, he balanced the bike as you hopped off the basket. your eyes flickered over to the sky, unaware of the man baffled by your beauty. he watched as you laid on the grass, eyes wandering over to the star filled sky. the moon shone brightly, reflecting dim lighting off the lake. water softly overlapped and he basked it all in. the comfortable silence between the both of you, the cicadas from far away, and the way he noticed the flowers surrounding you. it seemed as they had began to bloom already.

you slurped at your noodles, your tummy content with the delicacy you were feeding it now after all the waiting.

“what’s your name?”

you softly replied, seeming enamored by the scene surrounding you. “what’s yours?”

“taehyung.”

“taehyung,” you slowly pronounced it, missing the way he stared at your lips as you did so. “i like it.”

“thanks,” he smiled, missing the way you glanced at his lips, and prominent cheekbones. he began eating away his sandwich, chips opened and placed in the middle between the both of you to share. in return, you opened yours and did the same.

“so which child did you have to fight for that bike?” you prompted, seeming genuinely curious.

He held back a snort. “my sister.”

“tell your sister she has good taste then.” You nodded in approval, eyes glimmering with praise. Perhaps, green was your favorite color?

you kept prompting him, curiosity getting the best of you. “is the helmet hers or yours?”

“mine.”

you sighed in distaste, “knew it.”

you noted the way his face slightly scrunched up in distaste. “you know maybe I’ll just make you walk back.”

“do that and the next child without a bike to take back home will be you, taehyung~”

“you ma’am are seriously beautiful while threatening me like that.”

“I-“ you choked on your noodles, eyes widening as you spurt out, a coughing fit beginning to take over you.

“oh my god,” he immediately grabbed his drink and handed it to you, opening it up before placing it in your slender hands. “open up and drink it dummy.”

“you jerk,” you coughed up and took the drink from his hands, the pad of his fingers ghosting your skin.

how could he openly flirt with you like that? And while you’re eating!

“noted, call you beautiful to shut you up.”

“I hate you.”

He smiled because taehyung knew that in fact, you didn’t mean that at all.

“Care to fucking explain just where the hell did you go at 2 am?” Your best friend yelled at you. “It’s five in the morning!”

the dopey smile you had on was immediately replaced with a scowl. it was five in the morning so just why the hell is she being so loud for.

“I texted you I was fine,” you waved her off, continuing from slipping off your shoes on the welcome mat.

“at least you came back for a sweater this time.”

your hands traced it, and you sighed. your doe eyes glimmering with a trace of unbeknownst emotion. it was certainly arising warning bells inside your friend’s mind.

“wanna smoke a doobie before bed?”

“yeah, already have one rolled up c’mon. we don’t wanna wake up Sena.”

your other half was probably sound asleep right now. perhaps you’ll make some coffee for her before you go back to bed. yep, you’d do just that. you trailed after your friend, quietly opening the balcony doors for you both to step outside. it was five in the morning, between dawn and the morning light. the colors always tended to change from a navy dark blue, to a pinkish purple as the sun began to arisen. it was absolutely the best part of waking up early, or really going to sleep that late, whoops. that and being in comfortable silence with your best friend, passing the blunt as the both of you inhaled the spring breeze.

it was the weekend so all three of you were home, away from your own responsibilities for just a tiny bit. the weekend meant take out, anime, and great company.

“so what are we eating tonight?” Nari asked, watching the sky as you took drags from the blunt.

“I don’t know, it’s Sena’s turn to pick.”

“take out or dine in?”

it was silent for a second before you both said in unison, “take out.”

“cool, I’ll set an alarm for noon.” You decided and you heard a nort leave her mouth.

“which we all know will be snoozed until like two in the afternoon.”

“whatever,” you mumbled underneath your breath, smoke emitting from your lips as you passed her the blunt.

she was right though. it was two thirty something once you opened your eyes. your room was still dark, dim lighting from the sun barely peeking through your curtains. you stretched, covers entangled within your legs as you stare up at the ceiling in wonderment. did last night really happen? or was it all a dream?

bike stealer - fyi i do need my sweater back

bike stealer - and to see you again

you clutched your phone to your chest, grinning from ear to ear. it definitely wasn’t. you move your head towards your left side, in your chair hangs his sweater there. it reminded you of just hours ago, how his fingers felt against yours as he handed you his sweater. something about ‘don’t want you catching a cold and blaming it on me now’.

“wanna meet up at school?” you read out loud, and the possibility of seeing him again made your heart pound just a bit harder than before.

It’s eight in the morning when you walk into campus. Already, as you walked out the kitchen with a hop to your step, both of your best friends glanced at each other, eyebrows raised. There was just no way you were that content in the morning. Plus, your make up was all done, hair straightened to perfection, and you were wearing your flower earrings – the ones that were reserved for a good day ahead of you. And, get this, you were leaving for class on time for once in your goddamn life.

“Kay, bye chicas. I’ll see you at dinner.” You yelled as you walked out the door.

You spot him before he sees you so you slow down your pace upon glancing over at him. He seems to be interested in whatever the other person is telling him. His eyes are holding direct eye contact, deep in thought and then he is smiling profoundly. Messy tussled hair keeps getting in the way so he pushes it back with his elegant hands. You notice the rings, the charm bracelets that adorn his wrist, and the piercings on both of his ears. Your heart does a sigh already. Not even down the hallway, his eyes shift over to the crowd, landing directly on you first out of everyone.

You hear people behind calling out his name, also specifically walking down towards him.

But he’s already bidding goodbye to his friend, you assumed, since he starts walking towards the people who called out for him.

You immediately hold down the items you had in your hand. It was a pastry and coffee from your favorite bakery. You both had mutually agreed to meet up, but with the condition to bring breakfast for each other and the return of his favorite sweater of course. However you were currently wearing his said sweater, it complimented your very detailed and styled outfit, or so you thought. His gaze was numbing and overpowering honestly. It was no secret that he was so incredibly attractive. He knew it damn well too.

And then he’s digging through his bag, carefully retrieving something from it. He finally reaches you, stops, and grabs a hold of your hand to lead you out of the oncoming crowd.

“Where is he going?” you overheard a voice say, sounding a bit frustrated even.

“You look really cute today,” he casually praises you, voice smooth like butter. “What’s that in your hands?” He continues, eyeing the food with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Breakfast,” you simply replied, handing it to him. Your eyes finally glance up towards his, taking him in from up close. “Good morning.”

He takes it from you, saying, “Now it is, good morning to you too.”

In return, he hands you a croissant with bacon, eggs, and ham. As he hands you a drink, he bops your nose with his slender finger. He pays no mind to his friendly ways, but you are on sensory overload already and it’s not helping your case at all.

“damn, you didn’t choke this time.” He spoke up, referring to the other night where you were choking because he called you beautiful. That night felt surreal even till this day. You’ve had heard you were beautiful countless of times, but the way he said it, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world had made you fall asleep with a smile on your face that night.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “I see you have a choking kink, Taehyung. I won’t feed into your fetish from now on.”

This time he was the one to choke on his food. You motioned to his drink, in a teasing tone you cooed out, “here, open up and drink it dummy.”

“First you threaten me, then you openly share your kinks with me,” he was shaking his head, a grin already appearing on his lips. “You tend to surprise me every day.”

“Yeah and just for that you’re not getting your sweater back from me.”

He picks at your side, eyes gliding down your legs. Guess the skirt was a really good choice today. You playfully swung around the flaps that covered your arms and hands completely. “See, I would give it back but I’m cold and forgot mine.”

His eyes met yours once again, a cocky grin laced on his pretty face. “You’re quite forgetful, huh?”

You shrugged, not really caring since the sweater was already yours now. “Sue me.”

His eyes were on yours as a hand of his gently picked at a side of the sweater, slowly lifting it a bit, tugging you towards him. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening, and heart drumming. He had to lean down, keeping himself at bay but at such a dangerous distance. Your feet were practically between his now. You absolutely refused to make eye contact with him, or else he would definitely note how incredibly flustered he could easily make you be. However Taehyung could do anything to you, and you’d let him. He placed a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze so you could see the burning ember within his eyes.

A grin was laced on his angel face, muttering out, “you look better with it anyway.”

And with that said, he brushed your bottom lip ever so softly with his thumb before letting go of you at once, walking away with your peace of mind.

It was after your last class that you found him down the corridor. You averted your gaze elsewhere. He had invaded your thoughts all day, his touch imprinted on your skin. Your notes were scribbles full of whatever subject of the day, and his fucking name.

With earphones plugged in, you decided it would be better to just go home and get started on the assignments that were bound to be due soon. You were quick to notice how Kim Taehyung was always surrounded by a crowd, all genders rotating around his sole existence and friends. He was always quiet though, occasionally chiming in and even then all eyes would be on him, admiring the pretty man in front of them. There was just this aura he gave off to everyone. He pulled and lulled everyone in like a daunting sweet dream that even you wanted to indulge within.

You glanced up from your phone, and within those seconds his eyes were already on you. You simply smiled and kept walking past him, watching how he was laughing at something someone said. Except before you could fully pass him, an arm shot out, carefully and rather gently stopping you in your tracks.

“Woah there,” he was grinning already at you, slender hand wrapped around your arm to detain you in your place. “Don’t think that you can run away without me now, mhm?”

Eyes were on you now, and that made you incredibly anxious.

“Oh, then by all means,” you smiled back at him immediately, extending your hand out to him. “Lead the way.”

He quickly steered you away, noting the way your shoulders stiffed up at the abrupt attention. His entire frame hid your pretty self from everyone, and he never once glanced back at them before speaking softly, “After you.”

It was away from everyone where he began to say rather bashfully begin uttering out, “so my friend is throwing this party and I was wondering if you wanted to come...with me.”

“a party?” you internally cringed. It wasn’t that you hated going out, but your social battery took a lot to recharge and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be surrounded by people you didn’t know. But yet again, he was going to be there. He didn’t drain you, nor was capable.

“I’d be down,” you decided. “How well do you know this person?”

“Let’s just say he’s a really good friend of mine.”

——

Taehyung does a blatant double take at the sight of you. Your friend is fixing up some light make touches and he’s greedily taking you all in. A louis blue satin dress paints your skin like art. A couple jewel beads decorate your hair, and you even managed to braid some sections of your hair into thin ones while the rest of your hair falls into waves. He doesn’t miss the long butterfly earrings, or the shades of blue and silver on your eyeshadow. Or the fact that your lips are shining with gloss to the point where he wants to pull you into his arms and not let anyone else see you like this. Of course he doesn’t say this out loud, but his eyes were feasting and he felt like a dickhead for trying to preserve you just for him.

Courtesy to your best friend, Sena, for the full make over. Trust her to bring out the beauty within you so effortlessly and magically so. She’s cheering you on, reminding you how precious you are and to only accept princess treatment. Yes, ma’am!

As you both arrive, Taehyung leads you inside the two story home. He keeps glancing over his shoulder, keeping you in his eyesight no matter what. His fingers itch to just curl up against your palm, to tangle them within yours to see how you would respond. People pass by, greeting him with simple hellos and handshakes. Someone is conversing with him when a stranger bumps into you from behind, sending you forward onto his back. You turn your head to the side as your body presses against his side. he lifts his right arm to see you there, smiling rather bashfully at him. He was wearing grey and the last thing you wanted was to stain his clothes with your make up. Also, there was no way in hell you were going let your make up get fucked up, not when it took hours!

Taehyung then proceeded to sling his arm around your shoulders, not missing the way you cutely shuffled into his side. He goes up to another guy whose smile resembles a pretty heart.

“You actually came,” he sounded surprised, and then his eyes land on you. “And who is this pretty lady?”

You utter your name out, leaning your head into Taehyung’s chest as you do so. His hand slides down your arm, fingers playing with your bracelets with such profound amusement.

“This is my pretty girl,” Taehyung bats an award winning smile and you bit down on your lip to suppress the shit eating grin already lacing your lips. You don’t miss the way the guy raises both his eyebrows in pure shock.

“That’s my friend I was telling you about, Hoseok. He and Jimin are the ones throwing this party.”

“Oh! Nice to meet you,” you smiled and Taehyung wants nothing more than to take you away. To have you in these moments for himself because he was one selfish bastard. It didn’t help that Hoseok was eyeing you from head to toe, obviously loving what was in front of him.

His hand rather slowly trailed down your arm, fingers lingering on the dip of your curve, even teasingly playing with the necklace that was wrapped around your delicate, off limits, and tempting belly. Yes, his hands were large enough to encase your body, and yes, his touch felt like a warm candle flame from afar, stirring you completely up.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Hoseok cleared his throat, eyes flickering over to your face, noting how your cheeks had reddened. Taehyung on the other hand seemed quite smug, pleased at how you were reacting to him.

“Hey! Stop hogging her, I wanna meet her too.”

A red head sauntered in, playfully shoving his shoulder into Taehyung before he turned and faced you directly. He had both hands shoved into his jeans and his bare arms were covered in hand made bracelets matching his outfit. His eyes flickered from your lips, up towards your eyes where you felt the intensity behind his clear analysis of you. He sported a ripped crop top that came up to his mid abdomen. Pierced nose from both sides, a hoop and a tiny heart adorning it.

“I’m Jimin.” He introduced himself, his plush lips turning into half a smile. He was pretty for sure, but after you told him your name, you turned towards Taehyung and watched how he grinned down at you. It was already a moment of weakness that had registered in your mind. His playful grin instantly made you feel warm and a bit lightheaded. Jimin may be pretty, but Taehyung was ethereal beauty in a human form.

“Nice to finally meet you.”

Where all these pretty men coming from? First Hoseok, and now Jimin?

“Likewise,” you smiled at him.

“So since I know Tae won’t do it, I’ll take the privilege of introducing you to the group.”

“No need,” his hand shot out, blocking Jimin from nearing you any further. “Where the rest?”

“Oh?” Jimin was smirking now, head tilted, eyebrow cocked in amusement. “Well, okay then. They’re downstairs, you know how everyone is.”

“Can you bring me a beer?” he then tells Jimin and he simply rolls his eyes but complies anyway.

“All right," Jimin sighed, a pout forming on his lips. "Nice seeing you, love." He said that with full eye contact with you. your heart almost gave out by the way he was glancing at you.

“Jimin," Taehyung began, a slight warning tone to him now. Jimin's laugh echoed as he mockingly saluted his friend before dispersing into the crowd.

Taehyung let out a soft exhale of a breath before regaining his composure. He extended his hand out to you and without batting an eye, you accepted it rather tentatively so. No words were exchanged as he led the both of you through the crowd, down towards a set of carpeted stairs that lead to a basement. Though just as you reached the bottom step, you watched how Taehyung greeted a tall, beefy man that was guarding the entrance with a couple of other people who you've vaguely seen around campus.

"Ah look who it is," they greeted him with familiarity. Wonho was the name that emitted from Taehyung's lips, among with Jackson, Baekhyun, Yeonjun, and Eunwoo.

On what seemed like the entrance of the area, there were two huge double doors that opened from the inside. A crimson maroon colored love seat sat against the creamy beige wall and in front of it was a round glass table with chairs occupying the empty sides of it. You noted an ash tray, a rolling tray as well, a jar full of weed, and some cigarettes. Bottles of liquor were on there too, some of them were already empty while others were poured into shots that were being shared.

“My man,” Jackson pulled Taehyung into a tight embrace. "I've missed you, where the hell have you been?"

Taehyung patted his back before pulling away and taking a step away. Judging by how all eyes immediately zoomed in on you, your guess was that Taehyung's wide and broad shoulders were basically hiding your existence until he had moved.

“Oh?”

"Eyes over here," Taehyung immediately said, his arm reaching out for you to take. Despite being a nervous wreck on the inside, you confidently strode towards him, fingers wrapping around his bicep as he straightened himself.

"Meet my pretty girl everyone, I'll be bringing her around more so treat her with respect and with care." His eyes glimmered with undefined emotion that you couldn't quite pinpoint in that moment.

You shyly introduced yourself and everyone greeted you enthusiastically, but rather carefully.

"Ah, you're the girl who comes in at the convenience store, right?" Eunwoo spoke up, suddenly remembering you. "Mango juice girl!"

"Ahh," you laughed, trying not to die on the inside. It was no secret that you loved mango juice since you bought it every single time with honey drizzle and jello. "Yeah, that's me." you awkwardly aimed finger guns at him.

"Funny seeing you without a uniform," you continued, amazed at how tiny your world was. "I don't think I've seen you on campus either."

"Well I have," he shrugged with indifference. "Since the beginning of the semester actually. Now I get to see you here too." He smiled warmly at you and you flushed.

"Shots everyone?" Baekhyun suddenly announced, handing one to Taehyung and you first. "Let's welcome our special guest of the night on three."

After three, all shot glasses were clinked together and you couldn't help but watch as how Taehyung downed it in seconds, alcohol spilling a bit from his lips. Dark eyes flickered over to you in that instant, and all you did was gulp it down as he slowly ran the pad of his thumb over it.

"Ready?"

You nodded, never letting go off him as you both waved at the group of men and stepped inside the basement. Compared to the chaos happening upstairs you were glad he took you in here since it seemed like a whole other atmosphere. There was a huge cinema in here along with red, thick seats that faced upon the screen right in the middle of this grandiose room. A console was hooked up to it since people were laughing, yelling enthusiastically, and taking shots every single time one of them lost. They were playing Mario crash bros. On the far right, there was a bar with a mini set up dance floor and people were dancing, some playing limbo. On the left, there were some black marbled countertops placed with food and snacks on them.

“Why’d you send Jimin away if there’s a bar in here?” you dryly asked him upon seeing the bar, and Taehyung simply grinned.

“That’s code for get the fuck out of my face.”

A laugh emitted from your lips. You figured you'd use that from now on with your own best friends. Though knowing them, they'd most likely return with the said drink to trigger your annoyance even more, It was a given after all, those two women you called soul sisters knew you better than anyone else besides your family.

"Let me introduce you to rest of them, I promise they aren't dickheads. Well, they are to me, but not to you."

"Nice of you to finally fucking join us," A mint haired man with a precious gummy smile was the first one to say something. "Ah, and who is this?"

His interest was definitely piqued, attracting the other four, brooding hot men.

"Yoongi, Joon, Jk, Jin," Taehyung drawled out slowly, eyeing each and every one of them. "I want you to meet, y/n. She's the one I mentioned earlier, remember?"

"I definitely do," Yoongi responded with a knowing smirk. "Nice to finally put a face to that pretty name of yours."

"How about a drink?" JK, or Jungkook, prompted, trying to ease your nerves. "Hit me with whatever, miss."

"Something fruity with a shit ton of vodka," you raised a finger, catching his attention. "And lime please."

He nodded, an idea forming in his mind already. "Gimme a few then."

"I forgot to grab the drinks from the car," Taehyung cursed slightly and began fishing for his keys in his pocket. After finding them, he leaned in towards you, voice low and soothing. "I'll be right back, okay? It'll only be a few, but I'll be super quick."

"In the meanwhile, I'll steal her from you." Yoongi teased him, and Taehyung simply gave him a knowing look. Yoongi rolled his eyes, nodding him away. He then excused himself momentarily and followed Taehyung.

“You know, Tae rarely brings someone over,” Jk began, tattooed hands busy with mixing your drink with a cocktail shaker. "This is the first time I've ever seen him bring anyone over so I was surprised to see you."

"I have you for our Econ class right?" you recalled, and he nodded. The idea of Taehyung being friends with the biker stunned you. He had a variety of friends, no wonder he was loved thoroughly around campus. "I didn't know you were friends with Taehyung."

"Likewise," he replied, still analyzing you. "Leave it to our Taehyung to set eyes on the quiet one."

"How come you don't talk to anyone?" you prompted, curious about him. Jungkook was highly intelligent, but always reserved himself around others. You only ever saw him whenever you arrived and left campus given that he parked next to your car. That was before it broke down and you were forced to ride public transfer that same day you met Taehyung.

Strange indeed.

"I don't like wasting my time on people," he bluntly answered, straight to the point. "I usually can tell when someone is there to stay and not play games. You waste time on someone who doesn't deserve it, and end up burnt out."

All you could do was sit there, listening to his explanation, stunned. Sure you were quiet around strangers, but you loved socializing when comfortable around them. You figured he's speaking not from experience, but perhaps as a spectator. It showed in the way he made your drink with hesitance, even when he had offered himself. Someone as reserved as him wouldn't display a flaw of his with a mere stranger so quickly. No, this was a warning.

"I've seen what it does to someone, so all I'm saying is that don't let me be wrong about you."

And there it was.

Your eyebrows furrowed in bemusement, "And what exactly is that suppose to me--"

"Here," he pours the drink into a glass, slides it down towards you, and walks away. You stare down at your drink, bewildered by the turn of events. He greets Yeonjun on the other side, immediately getting to work on another drink.

"I'm back."

You jumped, startled a bit. Taehyung's breath ghosted the side of your neck, his proximity giving you a scent of his cologne as his arm wrapped around your side. Your eyes watched his hand graze your skin, his rings defining his slender and long pretty fingers. He opens his hand, twirls the straw for you to see before gesturing towards you. At this point you are watching him only. His brown eyes ardently gaze down at you, and you almost turn away because you know that he's quick on noting your body language towards him.

"To match your dress and make up," he lowly said, his breath tickling your skin. It's a silvered straw with a blue butterfly pinned on the side. In that moment, your heart fluttered a bit at the thought of genuinely catching this prince's eye.

"I love it," you sincerely meant it, giving him the go ahead. He inserts it in your cup and breaks away from you, gesturing towards it.

"They treating you nice?" he raised an eyebrow at you.

"You were gone for only a few minutes," you took a sip from your drink, finding the taste fruity. It was a combination of tangy and sweetness. What a nice contradiction, you thought. You loved it already.

"But your friends are pretty cool." you told him, downing the remainder of your drink already. "Hey JK!" you got his attention, "mind making me another?"

He took in your empty glass, turned towards Taehyung, and cocked his head. "On it."

"Look what I brought our guest," Yoongi came striding back in. It was a plate of creamy chipotle pasta topped with parmesan cheese and chicken. It looked mouthwatering.

"We typically reserve my cooking for our group, so please enjoy. Consider it on the house for the night."

"I am definitely devouring that right now," you confessed with utmost joy, grabbing the plate from his hands. "Thank you so much, Yoongi."

"And what about me?" Jungkook pouted at him. He sat down your drink and crossed his arms against his chest. "Doesn't the bartender deserve a meal?"

"I already knew you were going to complain," Yoongi groaned in return, waving him away from him. His nose scrunched up in annoyance and you found that adorable.

"You also forgot about me," Taehyung interjected, getting ignored by the both of them.

"Aw, here," you twirled the pasta with your fork, "you can have some of mine."

"Absolutely not!" He grabbed Taehyung and Jungkook by the hand. "Since you both like to complain and be lazy, now we're all going upstairs to get all of the food I've prepared."

"They keep stealing me away from you," Taehyung grumbled out as they dragged him out.

"I'll keep her company." Jimin strode in with a plate and a bottle in his other hand.

“Ignore whatever the hell Jungkook told you,” he starts off with a bat and you turn to face him immediately. So he had heard the conversation between the two of you, huh? “He’s, well, we, are all very protective of Taehyung. So whatever he spews out at you, don’t take it to heart. I’ll make sure to teach him proper etiquette the next time you come over.”

Next time? You continued eating Yoongi’s pasta, feeling like the mvp of the night. Sena would be so proud of you right now. You didn’t pry further, trying not test your luck so soon. Instead, you asked him, “How’d you two meet?”

Turns out his friends are pretty fucking hilarious, and very welcoming to newcomers. As Jimin explained in vivid detail how he met Taehyung, Yoongi strode in with a brooding Taehyung and an overexcited Jungkook. He made them call out the food and serve it to whoever was down here. Taehyung popped in every now and then, simmering down your nerves as time seemed to fly by down here.

“I am so sorry for leaving you alone, I promise it’s not my intention at all, okay?” he began to reassure you and you slid over your drink towards him instead.

“I understand your friends missed you. They seem to adore you a ton so I promise I don’t mind it at all. It’s nice being part of something that belongs to only you, Taehyung.”

He seemed content with your answer. He was swirling your drink around, cheeks flushed and you couldn’t believe your eyes at first. Maybe you were a bit too buzzed already considering you were inhaling drinks left and right. Jungkook had tapped you out, instead giving you apple juice.

“However,” you grabbed a hold of his hand, tugging him towards you. He raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of character. He figured it was the alcohol talking now. “I do want you to myself.”

He’s about to near you, fingers outstretched towards you. You’re smiling so profoundly, the only thought in your head is him. You want more of him. More of his velvety voice, more of his light and teasing touches, and to explore more of who Kim Taehyung was. And then he’s being pulled by Namjoon and Jin. They’re hugging him, teasingly rubbing his head with their knuckles.

“Don’t worry,” Yoongi is sitting a few chairs down, resting after all that hassling. He has a glass of whiskey and you note the way his cheeks are a pinkish color now. “I’m pretty sure they’re the last to make rounds with him.”

“How long has it been since he’s seen you all?” you couldn’t help but pry. At this point the curiosity was eating you up. Every single person that was in here, or was barely coming in would prance at Taehyung, pulling him into a handshake, conversation, or just simply trying to catch up with him.

“Almost two years at most,” he took a sip from his drink. He seemed pensive.

“I find that hard to believe,” you stir at your drink with the cute little umbrella straw they gave you. It was blue, to match your dress. The apple juice was certainly hitting you at this point.

“Right? With that face and shit eating ego, you’d be surprised.” He chuckled out and you agreed. Taehyung was so handsome and so charming. In a universe full of shinning and dim people, they all tended to gravitate towards him.

“I’m just glad to finally meet the girl he keeps yapping about,” he raised his glass of whiskey towards you. “Do us a favor and treat him well. He’s been through enough and you are genuinely someone we want to keep around.”

“I can’t pretend to deny that I don’t feel something for him, but thank you for welcoming me into your lovely abode of a home. The friendship between all of you reminds me of my own two friends. It’s refreshing to see friends taking care of each other and being so supportive. There’s not a lot of that nowadays.”

“Welcome,” he leaned the glass towards you and you clinked your drink with his. You both drank it all and then he was asking, “Was that apple juice?”

“It’s good apple juice,” you defended the bartender’s choice and he flashed you his gummy smile, the one that resembled yours. He was really sweet towards you and you found his existence rather calming.

“Okay, we’re all gonna smoke in the back, come,” Jimin extended his hand out to you and before you could even think about it, Taehyung was lightly slapping away his hand away from you.

“I was on my way to come get you,” he explained in a rush. “I didn’t think all of my friends would kidnap me tonight.”

“Can you blame em? This is practically your debut, Tae.” Jimin sassily rolled his eyes.

“Smoke with me?”

His fingers were stretched out and you were already tangling your fingers with his. Finally, you thought. Finally I can have you for myself.

“It’s a bit cold, so here,” he was handing you a warm jacket and hat. “Love the dress, but you know what else is hot?”

You mused with him, replying, “What?”

“Not seeing you freeze.”

“I just hope you know you’re the one adding to my Kim Taehyung collection of hoodies at this point.”

He tugged you towards him, hands carefully placing down the mitten hat on your hair, gently removing a few loose strands. His fingertips grazed your skin and you felt sensational in that moment. You felt your body hum in contentment. As you all went outside, Taehyung offered his arm which you gladly took.

He made sure you were all wrapped up in his hoodie and an additional blanket. You were leaning against him, taking drags in between as everyone asked you questions.

“How’d the two of you meet?”

You both glanced at each other clearly recalling that fated day. That time it was raining and today it was lightly snowing.

“At campus,” Taehyung spoke, though his eyes were on you. “It was raining and someone stole my damn bike. I took shelter for a bit and then I saw her walking under the rain. She was drenched from head to toe and it was freezing.”

“What do you major in?”

“I’m a tech consultant at my internship, but I'm leaning towards a business major." You proudly beamed at them, with every right too since you worked your ass to get to where you are now.

"What about you guys?" You prompted, continuing the conversation. They all took turns answering, joking and teasing one another. Even though the lot of you were freezing, the atmosphere was rather warm and cheerful.

"Can we hit Jiminie's bongs instead? You know, inside where normal people smoke." Jungkook said, which surprisingly everyone agreed to rather quickly.

They all started going back inside and you were right there in the middle with Taehyung. That is until Taehyung leaned over, whispering in your ear, “I’ll be right back, gotta tinkle.”

You nodded as Jimin began grabbing a hold of your hand, saying, “C’mon, I wanna show you my collection of bongs, if I like you enough I’ll give you one.”

On the way, you caught eye of Taehyung and a really beautiful girl together. He was awkwardly leaning away from the proximity she was trying to increase by the second. Her hand was on his chest and you leaned against the wall, arms crossed against your chest to keep yourself from fiddling with your rings, just attentively watching the scene unfold before you.

“I’ve always found you insanely attractive and we’re really good friends,” you overheard her say, her voice was pretty too. “And I can’t help but develop feelings for you when we vibe with each other so well. So, Taehyung, I like you a lot and I want to be with you.”

His eyes slowly lowered to her hand that was inching forward, trying to cup his neck in her hold. After she was done speaking he sighed. “Bomi, you don’t even know me at all.”

Her lips pursed, not seeming content with the way he was speaking to her now. “I-I, that’s not true!”

Taehyung simply took a step back, removing her hand from him. “No, no you don’t. And frankly, I don’t reciprocate your feelings at all. We’re simply good friends and I would like to keep it that way.”

“Taehyung,” she interjected before he could utter another word out. “Look,” she softly cleared her throat, trembling fingers tucking pieces of her neatly kept hair. “I’ve known you for so long and I know we can make things work if you just give me a chance. I c-can give you what you want if you would let me in completely.”

“No, Bomi.” He coldly reiterated. “Stop touching me already and leave me alone if you can’t take no as an answer.”

“Why do I even bother?” her voice trembled, eyes watering and you wondered what their history could be to have her react so brokenly so.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He stung out, “You’re a great person, but you and I will never happen. I already-”

You spun the other way around and continued walking. There was a gnawing feeling picking at your skin, and no matter how you tried to simply ignore the itch, it was trying to eat you alive. He rejected her so coldly, as if confessing how she fell for him, inconvenienced him. To the point where he wanted to run. You had pranced into something that was not welcomed in your mind and had a mere glimpse of another side of who Kim Taehyung was. Could someone really be capable of switching off their emotions when faced with internal, or emotional dilemma?

If so, you wished you could do the same. Having empathy only means more added melancholy, troublesome madness of trying to constantly pick up after another while still struggling with yourself, and the sense of nostalgia that washes over you until you’re left empty. You often reminisce on your life choices, wondering just how the hell have you managed so far. Meeting people who you aren’t sure if they’re going to ride along with you, or end up finding another route out of your life.

Taehyung was eccentric, but in a magnifying way that had you constantly flowing towards him without any regards for yourself. He wasn’t necessarily blinding you in any aspect, rather he was wiggling his way into your very closed off bubble of comfort. He was barreling into your life without a warning. A newfound visitor has stumbled upon a garden of moss and ragged stone cold edges. One who is constantly grinning, jokingly teasing at your flaws and yet seeming unbothered by them all at once. One who is so full of life, their eyes ever so blazing, haunting, and so prepossessing.

“Why are you out here alone?”

You jumped, startled by the sound of his voice. Your hazy eyes brought back a memory in him of you at the park, and he wanted nothing more than to close the distance between the two of you. However, just why did his friends leave you alone like that? Did they ditch you? He felt anger starting to prick at his skin, seeping its way inside his body to the point where you noticed something was wrong with him.

You mindlessly smoothed down the wrinkle between the bridge of his nose, your touch pulling his head out of whatever was running through his head. He leaned in, caging you in just for him to admire you from up close. His head was tilted, a strand of his hair resting on his forehead as your fingers tentatively grabbed a hold of his. You were becoming exhausted by the minute and his warmth was lulling you in. You found yourself wanting to be in his arms, to have him wrap them around you and keep you so close to him. And then you wondered what he thought of you so far. Were you so worth it to be introduced to his friends? Were you so worth it to be a part of his life, to the point where you could get to know the real Kim Taehyung?

“Tired?” He questioned and you nodded. He checked the time and realized it was half past two already. He pressed a warm hand on your back, keeping you at his side. “C’mon, let’s get out of here, but we have to be quick or else they’ll never let us leave.”

He nodded over to the side and you spotted Jimin, Hoseok, and a drunk Yoongi. Apparently drunk Yoongi resembled a happy little child waiting to give out lots of love. You had a sense of Jimin and Hoseok’s energy already so you knew these three would be trouble in trying to escape.

“On three, we move,” he said, nearing your ear to the point you felt his breath tickle. You nodded, heart hammering into your ribcage as his hand slid over your arm completely. His arm encased your side, tugging you close to his side as he said, “Three, go.”

The both of you ducked, mischievous feet semi speed walking away into another direction. You held your laughter as you heard your names being belted from behind. The echo of footsteps approaching made Taehyung take your hand in his and began full on running like a madman in a chase. Of course, you matched his pace, even taking the lead down the stream as you began to release bubbled up maniacal laughter. His grip remained firm and steady on yours, feet never faltering behind you.

“Why are they still running after us?” you shouted, sparing a glance over your shoulder to see Hoseok and Jimin running after the both of you. In that moment you watched how the wind blew his tousled hair, his lips cold but fitted into a smile that resembled yours.

“Because they’re annoying drunk brats with nothing to do!” he shouted back picking back up the lead and tugging you along. You felt out of breath already, but the adrenaline made you squeeze his hand and keep running towards what meant his car. In the meantime, you inhaled deeply that wintry air, cheeks burning, and air nipping at your bare skin.

As soon as you both you reached it, you went for the passenger and he for the driver’s seat. Doors unlocked, you slid in, slammed the door shut, and tried to regain your breath as he locked all doors. Hoseok and Jimin tapped at the windows, and you and Taehyung simply glanced at each other, convulsed with laughter.

“Ready?”

“No, wait,” you reached over your shoulder, grabbing a hold of the seat belt. You pointed at his as you buckled up saying, “put it on, too.”

He complied, starting the engine and leaving the party behind.

“For the record,” you started, still a bit out of breath. “you owe me dinner for making me run. You’re lucky I wore wedges and not heels Kim Taehyung.”

He grinned at the full use of his name. “I do apologize for the inconvenience, so my treat the next time we see each other.”

Satisfied, you leaned back against the seat. Then you tapped the window, quietly demanding, “Can you turn down my window? It’s hot.”

“I could turn on the ac you know?”

“Not the same,” you simply responded. “It feels nice out, so I wanna feel the wind.”

Again he complied and watched how you slowly immersed yourself into the cool wind. Cheek was rested against the side of the window, eyes fluttering to a close as he smoothly switched over to a fast lane, hands shifting gear. Music flowed between the both of you, and he noted how you weren’t bothered by your flying strands of hair. Instead you inhaled deeply, humming along with a smile painted on your glossy lips. A sight to behold.

He coolly spoke to you, “Are you free anytime next week?”

“Friday,” you instantly replied, almost cringing at how embarrassingly fast you answered. So you cleared your throat and continued on, “I should be free.”

“I’ll let you know dress code for the occasion then,” he said, eyes following your movements. He watched how you gathered your phone, nails a different color than before, one that was closed to being associated and reserved just for you.

“I had a lot of fun today,” you bashfully uttered out, eyes on your hands. “I hope you did too.”

You didn’t allow Taehyung another word out since you were already climbing out of his car. You leaned down, finally meeting his eyes. “Goodnight Taehyung, sweet dreams.”

“Ayo, the dumplings are gonna get cold,” you shouted to your best friends. They were both in their rooms, gathering blankets and pillows for the makeshift bed and fort for tonight. You were in charge of setting up the table, even lighting candles and lavender essence.

“Here,” Sena dumped her share on you, plopping down on top of you.

"Uff," you grunted out, trying to get her off you.

“You know she’s capable of falling asleep like that, right?" Nari said, shoving her off you. She unfolded the covers, allowing you to breathe and lay there to regain your breath.

“So are you not going to spill?” Sena immediately began her prying, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“I like him more than I thought I would." you hesitantly admit to them and yourself. "It certainly doesn't help that I'm constantly with him, and if I'm not it's my phone. He has invaded my mind and its so fucking annoying.”

"It's annoying because you have commitment issues," Nari pointed out, tugging the covers away from you.

"And because you never open up to people," Sena added with a mouthful of dumplings.

"Well, he's a man. They're full of disappointment so it's understandable to be wary," Nari sighed, speaking from experience. She was on man number eight right now who she was ignoring at the moment.

"Yeah, they are but they have a redeeming quality too."

"Sena," you began, already knowing where this was heading.

"Nice dicks get penalty points deducted if they know how to fuck me good." She shrugged with indifference. "And if they buy me pretty things."

"Is that how you got your Coach bag and that watch?" Nari shot at her and Sena giggled in return.

"I deserve princess treatment and so do the both of you. Never settle for less, chicas. That's why you're gonna be on number nine right now, Nari."

"Woah," you interjected, shoving dumplings into their mouths to avoid an anger management session. "Listen, let's keep it kid friendly here okay. The child has started to get fussy." you pointed at yourself, and they both dropped it.

"Taehyung is pretty and he is collected. I haven't seen him fooling around with anyone on campus. He gets my approval." Sena beamed out, and you ruffled her hair.

"You would know, huh," you continued teasing her and she batted your hands away. "Miss social butterfly."

"I say take things slow and don't fantasize his character, cause that leads to failed expectations."

"Well, he's invited me over to a small kickback with his friends this weekend. Let's see how that goes."

"Why?" Sena prompted, getting upset as she continued on, "Are his friends treating you like shit? If so tell me and I won't have a problem sticking Jimin on the face."

"No, not at all," you were quick to shut that idea down from their heads. "However there's this really pretty girl who confessed to him last night."

"Uh, hold up," Nari held her hand out. "Did he engage? Like was he flirting with her or what?"

You shook your head, "No, in fact he rejected her on the spot."

"Okay, so then why the long face babe?" Sena noted, waiting for you to continue.

"Taehyung is really attractive so it's only natural for people to fling themselves at him and that makes me one of them. I'm no different than his friend who is obviously in love with him. I feel like I'm intruding a friendship that is family to all of them. I am stranger in their world."

"That's real life, hun." Nari softly patted your back. "Everyone in this world is a stranger, but has that stopped them from forming new friendships, relationships, or families? Absolutely not. We as a person walk into a stranger's world without a clue and then the next thing you know we're a part of theirs now. We're a mark on their path of life."

"And if you stay put, if you don't at least try, then you won't get anywhere with that mindset. We yet have people still to meet that will be walking red flags waiting to be lessons learned, and there's those where you have to be patient, but end up staying with you forever. Those are the ones we hold on to dearly."

You grab a hold of their hands, feeling your heart beating a little more louder, and smile at them with watery eyes. You figured it was due to your period.

“You know, you all are very social,” you noted the obvious, though not feeling unpleasant about that in any way. After all, one of your best friends was the said 'queen bee' of the campus. A friendly girl who greets everyone with a pearly white smile on her face. A make up artist with thousands of followers on her social media. Nari was the more serious one. She pulled you back to reality if you strayed too far. A psychology major with ambition in her mind, for betterment of herself even when she was near perfect already.

“Only Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon are, so is Seokjin, but the rest are pretty much antisocial losers.” Jungkook began, leading you towards the basement where all of Taehyung’s friends were.

“You know everyone loves me, right?” Yoongi batted out without any hesitation. He was running through his notes, two empty bottles of soju were beside him. “Why do you think they’re always asking for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, but that’s only because your personality consists of that guitar you carry everywhere.”

“Just admit you’re jealous, bro." Yoongi waved him off. "It’s okay though, I have enough love for everyone in here.”

Jungkook simply rolled his eyes and grabbed himself a bottle. “You want one?”

“Sure,” you went along with the flow of the atmosphere. It was only them at the moment, you could relax. “Strawberry though!”

“Ah, Taehyung’s favorite flavor,” He said and you raised an eyebrow at his tone. He sounded almost nostalgic.

“You sound like his girlfriend right now.”

“In another life perhaps,” he shrugged it off and handed you a bottle. You simply giggled at their banter and went over to Yoongi's side to see what he was working on.

“Where is he anyway? He’s usually at your hip.”

“Ah, Jimin forced him to go grab food with him, apparently we’re having a cookout in like thirty minutes?”

They all turn to Yoongi who sighs.

“I told him not to plan ahead, but then I saw her and now it all makes sense."

Yoongi perked up, and set a side his work. "Well, I don't mind the workload if it's Taehyung behind it."

Jimin scoffed, "Your favoritism is showing."

"Jimin, you mind being my sous chef for the night?"

He stuck out his tongue at him, but hopped over to where Yoongi was nonetheless. "Okay so do we invite everyone, or does he want it to be family only?"

"Family only," a sultry voice spoke up behind you all. Jungkook was facing your way, since your back was turned, and there was a sign of discontentment already. You gave a benefit of doubt though since he was always sporting it.

"So then why are you here?" Jimin quipped, not even batting them an eye. He turned back to you instead, his eyes saying it all.

"Another groupie?"

You didn't bother to turn around since they wouldn't be referring to you, right?

"Either you mind you your manners, or don't bother on sitting your ass down, Sung Bomi." Yoongi was the one to say that. "She is our new friend. Treat her with respect just like everyone here."

"Ouch," Bomi turned into your eyesight now. Oh. You gazed up at her as she began to take you in now. She was the girl who Taehyung rejected a couple of weeks ago. You hadn't seen her after that, and you were here now every day.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Bomi." She smiled widely at you, though it didn't exactly reach her eyes. "Your Tae-tae's girl of the month, right?"

A laugh rose out of you, and you were so eloquently composed that it surprised her. You simply shrugged, going back to what Jimin was showing you on his phone. "I guess so."

However Jimin didn't stay put. "Why are you here again?" Jimin jeered out, and you gazed at her, awaiting an answer. "Who let this bitch in my home?"

"Jimin," you quietly spoke up, and he zipped his mouth shut.

"Sorry, love," he said to you as he reclined back into his seat. "Just keep her away from any distance of where I am located and we won't have any problems."

"I've been a part of this friend group for years and you two are still cunts. Word of advice 'love', if you wanna stay here, you're gonna have to grow some balls. 'Cause they wont always be there to kiss your ass." She spat out towards you, grabbing a hold of her belongings and stomping out.

"I'll just go find Tae-tae."

"She called me a cunt? Has she ever spared to really look in the mirror."

"She's brainless, Jiminie. The only thing she has going for her is her looks." Jungkook in return said, though you had a feeling they wouldn't have a problem telling that directly to her.

"I don't want to pry, but why do you guys get irritated by her presence?"

"She's a bitch to everyone but anyone she either admires, is obsessed with, or someone who will be more of a convenience to her. The only reason why she's still around is because she is one of Taehyung's high school friends."

And you all respect him, you thought.

"She's been infatuated with the idea of him and whoever enters his life, she's always there to steer them away."

"However this time that's not the case," Jungkook mused out, a smile playing at his lips. "She was a voice of reason because he was never around us as much, but now he's back."

"So don't let this conversation deter you away from Taehyung. We all like you way too much now."

It didn't, especially since you knew how blatantly he had put her in her place. However you weren't ready to show your true colors just yet. The timing wasn't exactly right. Instead you stayed quiet and waited for Taehyung. You missed him already and you weren't even a thing. It frustrated you knowing how a man had gotten control over your thoughts, emotions, and everything in between.

"Tae-Tae!" you overheard giggling coming from down the stairs. "I missed you so much."

"Watch the hands, Bomi."

You furrowed your eyebrows, straightening up now.

"No need to get an attitude with me," her voice wavered and you couldn't help but laugh quietly to yourself. You had her figured out already and that was sad. A person who is easy to find is someone who is simply a lost cause.

They both walk in together. Taehyung is holding an oreo chocolate cake along with some bags that are slinging on his arms. You're quick to get on your feet and help him, but Yoongi, Jimin, and JK are already there. Bomi backs off when she spots Jimin nearing them and he's chuckling as he directly stays put on her path.

"Taehyung," you greeted him with that pretty smile of yours, heart eyes practically pouring out of you.

"I brought dessert catered to your taste," he winked at you, extending his hand out to you.

"You know I don't mind anything," you reminded him, taking his warmth and turning it whole.

"I know, but I wanted to," he said, leaning down towards you as he spoke to you. "Our snack after our doobie."

He really was too perfect.

The evening flew by as you helped prepped the food. While yoongi seasoned the meat, you and Taehyung were in charge of slicing the veggies. Jimin aided Yoongi, Jungkook was already working on drinks, Jin and Namjoon were too busy gaming to notice their surroundings, and Hoseok was busy cleaning. Though his nagging immediately halted their gaming marathon.

"Aye, don't be dicks and help Hobi out. This house is huge and we're all contributing here." Taehyung reprimanded them both.

"Your lucky your girl is here, or else I would make you clean, bitch." Jin threw back as you chuckled.

"He's useful in the kitchen, not cleaning." Yoongi spoke up, immediately closing their banter. "As for you both, get on with it."

"Is that a way to address an elder."

"Funny, I'll let you know when I see an actual adult."

Oh yeah, you could definitely get used to this chaotic environment.

The meat was grilled to perfection, served with rice and veggies. Ramen was poured into bowls, shots of glasses were full of soju, and the music was blaring softly, enough for everyone to talk amongst each others. You were definitely drunk, slurping away at your noodles in contentment. Everyone had become rowdy, but you didn't mind it at all. You quickly took notice just how much of an enigma Yoongi turned into after a decent amount of drinking. A part only his closest friends saw. Jimin became more enchanting to the eye, a sensual desire oozing out of him, and Hoseok was calmer, and a sincere version of his true self. A pensive drunk while Jin was more carefree. And even though you weren't exactly close to Namjoon, he was there to give you philosophical insight about life. It reminded you so much of your Nari.

And Taehyung you may ask? A slash-and-burn torrent of fire just waiting to ignite. One with a lower voice, and alluring cockiness that had you cheekily responding back to his taunts.

Once everything simmered down, you and Taehyung bid goodbye and went on your way. Though Jimin and Yoongi were holding on to you, wanting you to stay a bit more because it wasn't fair for Taehyung to have you for himself all the time. Taehyung simply extended his hand out to you and you ripped yourself away from them, fingers tangling with his immediately. You noted the grin on his pretty face bright as a day.

As you both walked in silence, his hand eventually left to his side once again. The commotion had dwindled down, enjoying the peace silence brought you. You both were walking down the street, same footing.

“My place is like a few blocks away. I’m a little drunk and I don’t wanna drive with you in my car. Can you wait until I sober up a bit before I take you home?”

A scoff left your mouth, “You think I would let you drive me intoxicated?”

“Sexy,” he purred out and you glanced away from him, biting down on your lip to prevent a moan from escaping you. Why was he so goddamn fine? Just why was he affecting you this way?

“You know what would be sexier though?”

You humored him, “What could that be?”

“This.”

You felt his palm slowly slide against yours, both of his and your rings perfectly colliding with each other. You didn’t question it, and you certainly couldn’t look at him in eyes at this point. This man was certified in rendering your heart speechless. Instead you intertwined your fingers with his, leaning your head against his arm. The weed in your system electrified each glance, each subtle touch, and each word that left his sweet, plumped lips. The only reason why you were so collected was because of the substance flowing inside of you. Deep down you knew sober would be a whole other story.

Taehyung had his hands intertwined with yours still, even as you swung them back and forth, his grip was firm. His intentions were loud and clear, he wasn’t letting go anytime soon and you wondered what could possibly go on in his head right now. The both of you left without even saying goodbye to anyone.

you thought over the scene again with the girl. how he was so quick in rejecting her after letting her confess to him. would he do that same to you? your heart yearned. you didn’t want that outcome. did he only treat you this way? was he unemotional towards everyone else but his friends and you?

His apartment left you speechless. Beige, different shades of brown and green colored his apartment. He had plants hanging on the sides, and you inhaled the fresh air. There were art portraits that decorated his walls, and frames of polaroid pictures with him, and the guys you had met earlier tonight. Some with a younger girl and you wondered if that was his little sister. Your eyes followed the curtain on the two doors that seemed like it lead to his own personal balcony.

A soft mewl caught your attention, and you looked over to taehyung who was bending over to pick up a calico cat with the prettiest hazel eyes you had ever seen. It purred in his hands, head rubbing into his chest. The sight had your heart fluttering in contentment.

“Your apartment is really beautiful.”

Did he pick out every color scheme on his walls? They were brown and green covered with intricate art and picture frames full of his memorable moments. His sofa sat across the plasma television, and he had a love seat near his balcony. Interesting, you thought. Soft crochet blankets were thrown over the coaches and you wanted nothing more than to wrap one around you.

“Wanna take off those heels? I have socks if you want em?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll bring them out, help yourself out with some tea in the fridge if you’d like.”

“Want some too?”

“Yeah, please.”

You slipped off your heels and padded down towards his kitchen that was connected within his living room. a counter bar separated the both. On the right side of his apartment was a round, crystal clear table with candles on the center. You hummed as you grabbed the jar and settled it down on the counter, spinning back around to search for cups. You leaned on your tippy toes, fingers just dangling when you felt him come up behind you. his fingers gently flicked yours away, grabbing two sets of tiny recycled jars with just one hand.

“here you go,” he handed you a fuzzy pair of baby blue socks.

His fingers met yours as he slid the socks on to your palm, personal space nowhere to be found. Not that you minded of course. In fact, you wanted him closer, to the point where you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. To the point where you could feel his hot breath on your skin and let your body get used to the sensation of him.

“You tired?”

you nodded sluggishly. “if you want you can spend the night. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take my bed.”

It was after 3 and you knew finding an Uber right now would be near impossible. However spending the night over seemed a bit extreme, not to mention the fact that you barely knew this guy in a sense. Your friends were also a call away given that it was the weekend and you knew they’d be wide awake too. So tell me why instead of politely declining, you simply nodded and smiled.

“If it’s not too much trouble, then uh sure?” you fiddled with your fingers, glancing down at your fuzzy socks.

“i-uh,” he cleared his throat. “have some clothes if you wanna change out of the dress.”

You blinked, “Okay.”

He led the both of you into his room and you softly inhaled the scent as he rummaged through his folded clothes. His bed was king sized, a light blue wool comforter covered his grey sheets. His pillows were plush and sat upright. There was a thick, but small blanket strewn over the bed.

He handed you an old t-shirt and some shorts you picked out yourself. Blue and grey. And yes, you purposely matched the color scheme of his room.

“I’ll let you change,” he said, then again, “the bathroom is that one on your left.”

“Taehyung?”

He entered his room, watching you through his full length mirror. You were facing it, hair cascading down your back, dress slightly bunged up to your thighs, and earrings dangling over your smooth skin.

“Can you, um, help me untie it?”

His finger traced down your bare back, dark eyes gazing at you through his mirror. His gaze made your legs turn to jelly, fingers fisting your dress while you tried to bite down the urge to simply sin for this man. A slow exhale left your lips as you tilted your head to the side, purposefully running your hands through your hair to part it to the side. Along the way, your fingers brushed his, teasingly touching them rather slightly before letting your hands fall to your sides. You didn’t miss the way his knuckles rasped along the skin he was slowly showcasing to himself.

“You know,” he lowly husked out, his timber voice awakening the fluttering between your thighs. He leaned in, his fingers tugging at the strings of your dress as his breath ghosted your skin. “I’ve never met someone as divine as you are, someone who I would let ruin me completely and I’d thank them for it.”

As soon as those words were spoken out loud, his hands were stuffed inside his pockets. Through the mirror you watched how he sauntered out, closing the door behind him to give you room to actually breathe. A hand shot out to grab a hold of the nightstand beside the mirror, a soft laugh pouring out your lips. In that moment you knew you were seconds away from stripping yourself bare in front of him, but you relented and continued changing instead. His words echoed in your mind as your dress pooled at your feet, as you slid the shirt that smelled like his detergent and cologne, and as you smoothed down his shorts that fit you too baggy.

A familiar tune pulled you out of your daydreaming. Was he playing guitar? You padded your way out into the living room, gently creeping up from behind him. The sight in front of you was too much to handle at two in the morning. His grey fitted shirt was bunged up his sleeves, showcasing his smooth and slightly tatted skin. Intricate line art shaped up his arms, swirling so beautifully into art that made him stand out. To be honest, if he were to stand next to all your 2D boyfriends, you wouldn’t hesitate to run into his arms.

And that frightened you so much already.

“Harry styles?” you mused out, definitely being caught off guard.

At the sight of you, he began to play along with his electric guitar, fiddling along to the song and you practically watched in awe, heart eyes following the movements of his fingers. He played effortlessly, smoothly, and he looked so damn hot as he hit every single note, a cocky smirk laced on his pink lips. Each riff he played, each note he strummed, and each verse he sang out had you pleading for mercy. He was making it damn near impossible to restrain yourself at this point.

“Sunflower,” he sang along, nailing every whoop and holler as harry styles himself, it made your smile wider and wider, edging Taehyung even more. You played with the sleeves of his –your – shirt, toes wiggling enthusiastically to every note that rang out. Taehyung pulled at your heart strings and it wasn’t until you were standing in front of him that he sat a side his guitar, eyes raking your body from head to toe quite shamelessly.

Blue and grey definitely were your colors, but yet again every color you were you made it your own entity.

“Okay, songbird,” you giggled as he bopped your nose with a finger, noting how ecstatic you were so late at this hour.

“I’ll be hearing more noise complaints tomorrow as well,” he sighed and then shrugged, obviously not giving a fuck regardless.

“More noise complaints huh?” you wiggled your eyebrows at him, jabbing his side in a childish manner.

“You dirty minded loser,” he chortled, watching as your eyebrows rose. “I play guitar and keyboard.”

“I’m the dirty minded loser?” you guffawed in response. “I didn’t entertain that idea. You’re the loser who has their mind in the gutter.”

With his hand he grabbed your face, puffing your cheeks together as he uttered out an, “Uhuh.”

You narrowed your eyes, and he released you, biting back a round of laughter.

“Sleepy?”

“Yeah,” you softly replied, still having that pretty smile of yours.

“C’mon.”

He started walking away from you, hand ruffling his hair as he yawned. In the spur of the moment, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Taehyung?”

He halted, turned towards you, and within that split second you were yanking him towards you. Your fingers gripped on to his shirt, and soon enough you were kissing that tempting mouth of his. He was definitely caught off guard, eyebrows raised and eyes widening in disbelief. You figured this is where you would know where you stood with him and as you were pulling away from him, Taehyung’s hands landed on your hips, keeping you flushed against his chest.

His mouth was actively on yours, savoring the taste of your lips as you gasped softly against him in surprise. You felt the pressure and the tip of his tongue asking for permission and you shamelessly allowed it, your hands releasing his shirt to wrap around his neck instead. Taehyung’s hands had tentatively began to move, squeezing your hips as you melted against him. Your heart was pounding restlessly against your chest, breathing becoming erratic.

“I should probably stop,” he breathed into your mouth, his actions doing otherwise. He was losing control, unraveling you to his will and you allowed him wholeheartedly. You weren’t exactly helping his case either, given that each breath he took, you breathed into your soul, sighing in contentment against his mouth.

Your fingers were caressing the skin of his nape, your fingertips tracing and leaving behind every fiber of emotion you were exploding with. His lips were so sweet against yours, slowly and so sensually following you in pursuit with such restlessness and urge to keep tasting you. Taehyung backed you up against the counter, hands beginning to wander up your arms, fingers rasping against your skin. The moment the pad of his fingertips touched your collarbones, you shivered in excitement. You could feel the coolness of his rings as they slowly encased your neck, his strong arms trying to desperately keep you incredibly close to his touch. A soft moan emitted from your lips, noses brushing against each other’s, and you could feel him trying to rip himself away from you.

But his hands had a mind of their own and they were tangling themselves into your hair, angling you to his will. “Fuck,” he heavily breathed out into your mouth, eyes still closed. His head was spinning, clouded mind forming one coherent thought that yelled at his lips to be released into the air.

“I like you so much,” he stopped a hold of his movements, his hands framing your face quite delicately so. He watched how your eyes fluttered opened, mesmerized and glimmering with defiant emotion. His lips were just mere inches away from yours, breath fanning your mouth as you felt every single word brush against your lips.

“Good,” you hummed out, eyes taking him in completely. “‘Cause I like you a lot too.”

I like you so much, you thought. So much that you were afraid it might pour out out of you any second now.

You pressed your lips against his one last time, savoring the way he responded back by cupping the side of your face in his hand. He kissed you gently and as he pulled away he seemed lost in you, chasing after your mouth because one more kiss wouldn’t hurt, right? However you were already tucking yourself into his side, finding yourself and heart jumping with joy as he embraced you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nose nuzzling the crook of his neck rather bashfully. It certainly didn’t take long before Taehyung heard soft snores coming out of you, your breathing had slowed down, but your hold on him was as tight as ever. He simply chuckled, picked you up bridal style, and slowly made his way into his room.

He was careful in laying you down on the comfort of his bed, covering you with his covers before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. As he began grabbing his own blanket and pillow, your hand reached out to grab his hand.

"Stay with me," you mumbled out through unconsciousness.

"You don't need to tell me twice," he murmured out in response, never letting go of your hand as he slid in right beside you. You moved closer to him, letting him wrap his strong arms around your body.

"Taehyung?" you softly spoke.

"Yeah?" he matched your tone.

"Do you really like me?"

"Of course I do," he laughed in between, his chest vibrating with so much affection. A smile was laced on your lips, and he was there to nuzzle your nose with his. "I like you so much, words can't even begin to describe. One thing for sure is that I am very blessed to be existing in the same universe as you. My pretty, I like you too much for my own good."

"Taehyung?"

"Mhm?"

You grabbed his face, softly kissing him through lidded eyes. But he was there, adding more intensity as you both lazily picked up pace. Your fingers caressed his cheeks, lowering down the shape of his neck slowly. His hands were tentatively running down your body, the pad of his fingertips touching skin that was exposed to him. He was rubbing circles on to your skin, tongue slipping right through as you moaned out to the feeling of his hands. They were so big and long, a slight rasp to his touch.

You were unraveling before him, anticipation coursing through veins. Your soft moans made him full of madness. He was turning you over on your back, his body slipping in between yours, hands pinning your wrist on his mattress. You squirmed underneath his touch, wanting to desperately begin to explore his body as well. But he was feverishly pressing his mouth against yours, teeth scraping your bottom lip along the process. And you were eating it all up, breath hitching, back arching because you wanted to feel his warmth on yours.

He was finally kissing you like a fucking whore, touching you with more firmness, and you wanted so much more of him. His grip loosened, and you were already tugging at his hair, causing a soft pleasurable groan to emit from his lips. You ran your hands down his body, hands touching and grabbing whatever they could. They dug down his shoulder blades, caressed his warm skin, and cupped his jaw. A mess, you were becoming, and so was he.

"We're definitely tapping out for the night now," he lazily said, voice almost drawling from how thick it was. You didn't even need to address the issue since his cock was clearly pressed against your abdomen. You wanted in between your legs already, but you knew it was better to wait it out a bit, tease him until he loses control. It wouldn't take him that long. You wanted nothing more than to feel how heavy he would feel on your tongue. Wondering how he would taste and how you would swallow it all up, not letting a bit go to waste.

This side of you was waiting to be unleashed, a temptation just waiting to be indulged.

"Goddamn," he breathed out against your mouth, a grin on his face. "You're definitely going to be the death of me, pretty."

Ditto.

"Goodnight," you pecked his lips once more, hand accidentally brushing his dick. He let out a slow breath, eyes screwing shut.

"Sorry, baby," you sensually drawled out, giving him space now.

"Fuck," you overheard. It's okay, baby. Soon your dick will be in my mouth. You know what they say, patience is virtue.

It took you a few seconds to gain consciousness of the situation you were currently in. As you laid there on his soft sheets with the cheesiest smile ever, you tried to tame your beating heart. It was a little after noon, that you were aware of, but you didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. You were basking in peacefulness and the scent of clean linen and mahogany. The scent of Kim Taehyung. You covered your face with his pillow upon remembering the events from last night.

It was a good thing you hadn't woken up to his face because you weren't sure just how you could face him. It wasn't until you heard sizzling coming from the kitchen, that you decided to get up. Yawning, you walked right into the living room and padded down towards the kitchen. Taehyung was immersed, slicing away at veggies as a hot pan sizzled with eggs on it already.

"Morning," he batted his boxy smile at you and you cheesed. "Hungry?"

“I’m actually starving,” you proceeded in admitting, cue the grumbling in your stomach. Taehyung just laughed and in that moment you watched how he slightly tilted his head back, how his eyes crinkled, and lingered on your legs as you walked by.

"Wanna help?"

"Nope, I am terrible in the kitchen." you go to stand next to him. "But, I'll help with the rice." you decided. He added the veggies into another pan while he added seasoning with the other. It felt nice to be by his side, cooking together. It seemed almost too surreal.

"Here," he grabbed a spoonful of what he was making and fed it to you. Then teasingly so said, "Good, baby?"

Your food got lodged in your throat, but Taehyung had a drink in hand already. "Just like old times, huh?"

"I hate you so much," you choked out through your food.

He kissed your forehead, murmuring out with cockiness, "I'm sure you do, baby."

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“So are you two dating then?”

“Yep,” he simply said, not leaving room for more conversation.

“Are you going to elaborate on just how she managed to sweep you off your feet Cinderella?”

Taehyung’s eyes met his, and said nothing. He figured moving quietly was the way to go, especially when it came to him. There was absolutely no way he would let him near you whatsoever. Something as precious as you shouldn't stumble upon dirt in his eyes.

“oh c’mon man, i literally just got here. i’m not planning on doing anything, yet.” he winked at him and taehyung got a hold of his phone instead, seeming disinterested in the asshole in front of him. to be frank, he doesn't understand just why the hell he has to tolerate this waste of space.

Oh that's right, he was a brother to one of his friend's girlfriend, Baekhyun to be exact. She was long term too, and the complete opposite of who her brother was. Most importantly so, she made him incredibly happy and he couldn't fuck over his buddy like that. Whenever he came during the holidays, Taehyung ignored his presence, or just stopped attending. On the roughest times, he would bring Bomi along to purposefully disrupt the peace because if this dick was allowed to freely roam their premises, so was she. He knew how much the rest of the guys were displeased every time she was by his side, and it felt like relief to him.

However everything is different now. Now he's bringing you along and they all love you. They're welcoming you with open arms and you are leaping right into them. It feels nice. They respect you as a person, bringing up your name with admiration and brotherhood love. And it seems like you mesh right with them, basking in the chaotic mess all of them are and returning it as well now that you were more comfortable. Then there's every time he's about to stumble into a pit of despair, you are right there. And he stumbles on to his knees, wondering if it's too good to be true. To find a caring angel amid all this madness he's currently wrapped into.

Your wings flutter around him, embracing him and securing him away from everything he has ever been through. It's fucking terrifying, but so thrilling all at once. He's afraid to taste you, to get addicted to the point where you become something as breathing to him. He notices the way you glance over at him every time he walks into a room and he feels as if he's soaring through the sky with you.

He feels the wind within his fingertips every time you touch him. He knows there's something wicked coming from your touch, the type of wicked that renders him and makes him seek out for more. He's yet to discover your body, but you're the type of person to be a tease, flaunting everything he loves to your long legs, to your thighs, and your neck just waiting to be marked. He forced himself to get a grip.

And then, your face popped on his screen under 'my pretty' with several disgusting emojis as Yoongi expressed.

“Hey, loser can we get dumplings?” you asked him without looking up from your notes. you were a complete mess, hair in two pony tails, an oversized shirt that engulfed your body completely that had stains on it, and your tired eyes covered in deep purple bags.

“yeah, want me to scoop?”

“yes please, i’m finally done with homework assignments and I really wanna see you.” you admitted to him, finally looking up.

he had his keys in his hands, happily twirling them around his finger. “i’ll see you soon then, pretty.”

“kay, wanna have a sesh too?” you wiggled your eyes brows, picking up your jar full of weed and he’s already grinning madly.

“yeah, but it’s okay i have some already. let’s save that for when i’m over at yours tomorrow.”

“cool,” you sat it back down and picked up your phone, stretching. “text me when you’re outside, i’m gonna shower real quick.”

“i’ll be there in less than an hour, unless you want me to pick up food along the way.”

“no,” you pouted. “i wanna go with you.”

"okay then, I'll see you soon baby."

You waved at him, hanging up.

“where are you going taehyungie?” he asked him, and taehyung muttered out, “fuck off.”

when in reality he wanted to smash his face against concrete.

“Taehyung I presume?” Nari knowingly asked.

you threw finger guns at her, slipping on your crocs rather hastily. you had your bag in your hand, waving at the both of them.

"You know, our child is growing up so fast," Sena wiped away at her fake tears.

"We did a good job though," Nari joined in and the two of them simply giggled and went back to watching the show on the screen.

“Here,” Taehyung lit up the blunt and gave it to you, lowering the windows a bit. “I figured you need it right now.”

“want a hit?”

he shook his head, his attention on the road. he had his hand on the lower part of the steering wheel, his other hand outstretched towards you to take. you were giddy as you intertwined your hands together, beginning to babble on about the current anime you’re watching at the moment. when you both get there, you're in his arms and he is hugging you from behind, giving you tiny kisses on the side of your head as you both wait in line to order food.

“damn shawty,” you bit down on your lip rather annoyingly so, cupping your chin with your index and thumb as you massaged it. “you looking hella fine and thick today.”

you slapped his ass and taehyung simply laughed, his shitty mood already gone. god, he loved being around you so much. it was honestly insane the amount of headspace you took from him already.

“c’mon pretty, we gotta get our dumplings.”

“oh right,” you perked up suddenly, intertwining your arm with his as you leaned into him, inhaling his familiar scent.

taehyung didn’t mind how needy you were at times, in fact he found it quite endearing. There were times where he knew you needed your space and he was completely fine with that, you both seemed to respect each other’s time and boundaries without a problem.

You took the dumplings in hand and went hand in hand to his car, where he then proceeded to drive you both to his place. you found yourself nestled into the right corner of the couch, backed up by the couch pillows behind your back and all warmed up from the long sleeve shirt that taehyung gave to you as soon you both walked in. after eating the dumplings, you went into his bathroom and brushed your teeth for the night. it was around midnight when taehyung’s mischievous fingers started slowly teasing up your leg.

Eyes on his television, you lowly began to spread your legs for him, wanting his fingers to keep exploring your body. He seemed calm, too calm actually. His thumb slid down between your thighs, fingers shamelessly running over your clothed pussy.

Hooking a leg around his waist, you cupped his face in your hands, mouth licking a stripe down the crook of his neck. A soft whine emitted from his lips, his hands gripping the meaty flesh of your thighs. You were humming, elevated to finally do to him what you’ve been holding inside of you. You shamelessly ran your tongue down to his collarbones, licking and sucking the skin to your liking. And Taehyung’s breathing was increasing as you kept lowering down his body, hands bunging up his shirt along the way. Though instead, you nimbly untied his sweatpants, lips ghosting back up the crook of his neck, watching how he reacted towards your touch. Fingers crept underneath his shirt, hands splayed on his abdomen, teasing him as they tentatively began to explore his skin.

This was an unknown territory being crossed. You hadn’t felt a man’s touch in forever and your carnal desires were being awoken. They urged you to strip his shirt off him, flinging it behind you before you began to pepper him with kisses. You watched in amazement, his cheeks were flushed, dark eyes trained on you solely. He was watching your every move, fingers fisting his sweatpants in an attempt to keep himself situated.

You kissed his hipbone, showering his body with nothing but love, lust, and your saliva.

His underwear was somewhere behind you, but he wasn’t focused on that right now. No, he was focused on the way you were happily kitty licking his cock with such pretense innocence. Saliva drooled down his pretty cock as such lewd moans emitted from your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the precum that was already leaking, tongue dipping into the slit.

“oh my god,” he groaned out, abdomen clenching in as you took more of him into your mouth. his thighs were quivering already, and you bobbed your head with hollowed cheeks.

“More, more my fuuuck-” he was not even making sense anymore, sputtering out nonsense into air. He fisted your hair, not being able to hold back anymore. The thickness and heaviness of his cock on your tongue was pure ecstacy. It was so pretty, but prettier with your saliva coating it.

“How you feeling, baby?” you purred out, a sinning smile laced on your lips.

“S-So good,” he whimpered out, showing frustration through his hands. He didn’t know what to do with them, whether to stick them down your throat, or play with your clit until you came.

“My god,” he moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His head was thrown back, veins in his neck protruding as his pleas began sputtering out of him, “I want you on me, please. I need to feel you now.”

“You sure you can last?” you teased him and a deep rumbled of laughter left him.

“I’ll have you crying in no time, pretty.”

He lifted you up by your forearms, the tip of his cock tantalizing you by sliding it through the folds of your sloppy cunt. You followed his movements, stimulating yourself even more by grinding your cunt along his cock, hands wrapping around his neck. Your thighs were spread apart, clit being fondled by Taehyung to his liking. His index finger rubbed circles with the pad of it, watching as you pulled yourself flush against him.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, slowly grinding down on his slick length. His cum mixed with your juices, coating the both of you as you began to pick up pace, mewling pants emitting from your lips.

“Taehyung,” you moaned right out by his ear, lips tracing the outer shell of his ear, hand circling around his throat.

“You like that, baby?”

“Mhm,” you moaned out, beginning to lose control of yourself.

You eased into him, clenching and unclenching as he filled you up to the brim. Foreheads were pressed against each other’s, mouth wide open as you mewled at the sensation. A sigh of relief exhaled through the both of you as your bodies met. Fuck, you wanted him inside you forever. You rose slowly and sank down, feeling the girth of his cock slide inside of you. He felt so damn good, it had you seeing and tasting colors. His hands were splayed along your hips, aligning the tip of his cock for you to slam down against him again and again and again.

With a knowing grin, he slid out you, slapping his dick against your sensitive folds. You still rolled your hips down, the tip of his cock slightly nudging inside of you enough to fill you but not completely.

“Taehyung,” you began to plead.

He slammed into you, making you swallow up what you were about to splutter out. “Yeah, yeah, Here’s my dick, baby.”

“Take it all like the good girl you are just for me,” he mouthed against your lips, hot breath fanning your sensitive body. Now it was his turn to play with your body. He painted your skin with long wet kisses, tongue savoring your scent and taste. Arms were underneath yours, hands large enough to encase the back of your head, keeping you still as he fucked himself into you.

Perspiration coated your forehead, between your breasts, and down to the navel of your stomach. Hair was matted in between his fingertips, messy mouths missing, and you threw your head back as Taehyung licked the underside of your neck in one stripe. He kissed your chin, chuckled as he watched the fucked out expression of yours, and then he finally took charge.

He slid out despite your whining protests, flipped you on fours, and pushed your head down as he slammed right back into your dripping cunt. His hand met your ass, kneading and spreading it apart as he took each thrust, dragging the tip of his head over and over against your walls until you were shaking underneath him. He was hitting every spot, leaving your mouth wide open as loud moans escaped your mouth.

“Oh god, Taehyung, ah,”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me,” you were almost sobbing, teeth biting down on the cushion. Eyes were screwed shut, toes curling, and your legs were quivering beyond belief, giving out on you as he he took one last thrust and you heard the way your pussy squelched with each snaps of his hips. He was riding you through your orgasm, leaning over to kiss your cheek, and then your mouth once he came inside of you.

His moans were coated in shameless whispers of your name only.

The both of you laid together on his couch, regaining breath. A few minutes later, Taehyung gathered you in his arms and flipped you over on top of him, strong arms wrapping around your waist. He removed your matted hair from your face rather tenderly so and once your eyes regained vision other than pure blurriness, you matched his lazy grin because goddamn.

“I need you to fuck me like this every day now,” you panted out, giggling once he laughed because yeah, he was most definitely going to be doing that. He was going to fuck you stupid to the point he will engrave himself in you.

You sauntered inside hand in hand with Taehyung. A lazy smile hugged your lips, and you felt pretty fucking phenomenal. Your hair was all mussed out from Taehyung running his hands through it, and that cheeky grin on his face didn’t hide what had went down in the back seat of his car. Your legs were trembling as well, hips bruised, neck, collarbones, breast, and thighs covered in his love. Being on cloud 9 would be the understatement of the year. You were also pretty fried, the both of you actually.

“Tae-tae!”

You tried so hard not to roll your eyes into the back of your skull at this point. You couldn't deny Bomi wasn't fucking hot, it angered you a lot if you were being honest. She was literally the dream girl of every man out there. Hour glass figure, boobs that spilled out of the halter top she was wearing, and ass so grand she could hand you over some and she still would be set. She was utterly gorgeous, an Asian Barbie doll with a pearly white smile to top it off. Her bob hair was pinned back, bangs covering only her eyebrows. Piercings adorned her nose, eyebrow, ear, and you noticed the smiley piercing on her. You noticed everything. The way Taehyung made sure to keep you by his side as she approached the both of you. The way her manicured hands tried making her way up his strong arms and her red lipstick turned into a sexy smirk.

“I’m so glad you made it. You bailed on me last time and that wasn’t very cool you know?” She pouted, not minding the way Taehyung stared right through her.

“Yeah, I was with my girlfriend.” He cleared his throat as he was quick on flinging her hand away off him. It satisfied you watching her face fall.

“Girlfriend?”

She eyed you finally. “Ah, I didn’t see you there, or heard of you until now.” She added, turning back to Taehyung. Dumb bitch, you raged inside. She was crossing boundaries and now that Taehyung was solely yours, you were going to have some fun with it.

You simply giggled, sliding your arm into his to intertwined your fingers with him. “Well, it happened recently so I would understand. Plus, he wouldn’t wanna ruin his solo streak, huh? Gotta keep the side bitches still on hook, you know?”

She raised her eyebrow, “You’re telling me you’re okay with him having a side? Yikes, I wouldn’t.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that won’t ever be any of your concern, eh? You know since, always the side and never the main.” You sweetly smiled at her, eyes full of venom. She took a step backwards from the both of you, mouth shut now. Her mouth then opened, ready to aim towards you, but you glanced away from her without a care in the world.

She definitely did not like that.

"Baby, I'm little thirsty," you told Taehyung, purposefully flinging your hair to your side to showcase the love bites adorning your skin. Then, you neared him, hands encasing the back of his neck as you whispered, "I need you to bend me over and fuck me over the balcony in ten after you bring me a drink."

“You’re so dumb,” Taehyung shook his head, leaning down to your puckered lips. You didn't hear a no, though. He kissed you slow, and tentative. Your hands searched for his again and as you felt his fingers intertwined with yours, you felt the butterflies soar throughout your heart. The hand intertwined with yours squeezed yours in reassurance, easing your nerves and calming your soaring emotions.

He pulled away, nose nudging yours and your heart palpitations came to a stop. Taehyung was yours just as much as you were his. He wasn't the type of person to break your heart like the one before him. The one who made you cut off everyone, accused you of cheating on him, the one who manipulated and gaslighted you beyond reality. It took you after seeing him with someone else that he was projecting his insecurities on you. It turned you bitter towards men.

And then Taehyung entered your life out of the blue. Took you bike riding through the most beautiful park, endlessly invited you over to meet his family of friends, and protected you from anyone and everyone if needed to. Reassured you constantly with simple but longing touches that brought you back down to earth because you finally met someone worth staying in this reality.

“Jimin has been trying to get your attention for the longest and now he’s marching over here to steal you away from me,” he sighed in discontentment, a pout forming on his pretty lips that were now stained from your lipstick.

You brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, wiping away your mess. In return, his eyes followed your movements, breath halted. Jimin then came, spilling out, “You’ll get her back. It’s my turn now.”

“Now c’mere,” Jimin smiled warmly at you, spreading his hand out for you to take. You took it, waving at Taehyung as he dragged you away from your boyfriend. Bomi wasn’t there anymore, instead Jungkook and Hobi joined his side, waving at you too.

“Okay, so I promised tae-tae to not get you blacked out drunk, but I heard you’re a weed lover so I made you this.”

He brought out a pan of mini crispy treats, your name written in cursive with tiny hearts adorning it.

“Oh my,” your eyes watered a bit, touched by his gift. Yeah it was weed, but that was the key to your heart. “But I didn’t get you anything!” you panicked suddenly, debating in whether to accept it or not.

He waved you off, shaking his head. Curls adorned his face, his aura sweeping you in and making you feel more loved than usual. That was Jimin for you. A sweetheart who gave anyone a chance, and treated them equally—whether how long he has known you or not. No wonder he was Taehyung’s other half.

“This is my welcoming gift to you,” he explained, handing you the pan. “Taehyung has been through so much and seeing him so immensely happy has been a great lift from our shoulders. So this is me welcoming you to our little family. It’ll get very chaotic, but I promise that wherever you go, we’ll be there along the way.”

“I-I, thank you,” you swallowed thickly, blinking back the urge to tear up in front of him. “Really, thank you. I love my welcoming gift and thank you for accepting me into your little family of chaos.”

He grinned, “Don’t sweat it. Now, come on. Hand me one and let’s toast to this beautiful start of a friendship.”

He led you to the bar and you unwrapped the pan before giving him his treat and having one for yourself. The both of you pressed the crispy treats together as a form of toast before eating them. The others joined soon, hollering out your name in unison.

“Aye! Where’s my treat?” Yoongi prompted, eyes squinted in disbelief.

“No,” Jimin was quick to interject. “Those are strictly for her use only.”

“But you ate one,” Jungkook accused him, pointing his finger at him. “I saw you!”

He shrugged. “I am the only exception.”

“What?” Hoseok joined in too, eyes landing on the pan. “Whatever happened to sharing is caring you ass?”

“Woah, woah,” Taehyung came right in, hand already extended towards you. You welcomed him into your arms, inhaling his familiar scent. “Hey pretty, mind if we share one too?”

“Ah come on! You have boyfriend privileges!” Yoongi said in fake outrage.

“Sorry, these are strictly for me only bub.” You patted his cheek as you watched his jaw drop.

“Oooo,” they all chorused together.

“Damn,” Jimin whistled. “We certainly have a keeper here, eh?”

In the end, you ended up sharing with the remainder four of them. You fed Taehyung his and let the rest fight over who gets to take one first.

“So even I don’t get special treatment from my own girlfriend?” he lowly drawled out, cornering you against the bar counter, away from the rest of them. He hovered over you, arms trapping you in as you tilted to look him straight in the eye.

Horrible decision on your part since his gaze alone could render you speechless.

“You aren’t being the pretty good girl I know you are, baby,” he continued, nearing you closer. He raised a hand to encase the side of your face, and you leaned into his touch.

“I’m always good to you, Tae,” you contradicted, jutting your chin out in defiance towards him. “Always will be.”

He cupped your face now, forcing you to keep looking at him. He was so close. His mouth was practically on yours and you could feel the movement of his lips against yours. “I’m gonna need some proof, you know as liability.”

“All right, wrap it up kids.” Jin came marching into basement, his booming voice catching everyone’s attention. “We’re all heading to the backyard now.”

“Good timing too since they were about to fuck on my bar,” Hoseok chided, and you stuck out your tongue at him.

Taehyung simply let you go, throwing you a knowing look over his shoulder. He was smug. Stupid bastard, you thought. Whatever, so yeah you were incredibly vulnerable whenever it came to him. That was a knowing weakness even he figured out himself. However, two can play at this game. A man overpowering you was something that you did not live by. He knew that too.

You began to sway your hips to the music as soon as all of you reached the top floor. You began complimenting every woman out there, throwing whistles, and smiling from ear to ear. A shot was offered to you by a group of them and you took it without questions asked. They all cheered and you carried on your way, the alcohol and weed running through your veins was definitely enhancing everything around you now. The edible wouldn’t hit you until later, so you paced yourself. You didn’t want to black out or be unable to function.

You also knew Taehyung was watching you. In the sea of people, he was parted from your side but you could feel him around you. From the corner of your eye you saw him with his friends, attention somewhere else but them. An upbeat song came on, one with a strumming guitar and drums that made your heart beat accelerate to the sound of it. The singer had a voice that made you dance along, hands in hair, and cheers emitting from your lips. Colorful lights flickered on and off on the make shift dance floor, amplifying the atmosphere.

“Are you alone or accompanied?” A voice shouted in your direction. You simply ignored whoever it was and continued to yourself, sipping from your drink that Jimin had made for you. You knew you were hot, hell, the clothes you were wearing were showcasing your body in a way any gender would be lured towards you.

“I said, are you alone or accompanied?”

“I heard you,” you said with a roll of your eyes. Your eyes flickered over to where Taehyung was supposed to be. So you halted, and whirled around, looking for him instead. He was nowhere to be found and that was beginning to itch at your skin.

“So then? Are you going to—”

“I’m with someone,” you talked over them, starting to walk away before your mood would dampen. All you wanted was to enjoy yourself, not worry about anything else but yourself. However you weren’t alone anymore, and that meant something to you.

“I already fucking told you I’m not interested.” You flung your hand away before they could touch you and then you felt his hand on you. You’d recognize his touch in your sleep if you could. His hands have traced every part of your body to the point they’ve become your touch now.

“Taehyung.”

“You’re not interested in me, baby?”

Your heart sighed in response. The kind of sigh that made you simmer down and pull him towards you.

Without even saying anything, you winded your arms around his neck, mouth kissing his instantly. You nipped at his lips, tongue shoved down his mouth, and grip so tight your knuckles had turned white. The music became background, the lights enhanced the beauty within him, and you were painting his lips with your love. And he reciprocated every feeling. His hands were running through your body, ghosting your skin with his hot touch, lips fighting back with as much intensity.

“That’s one hell of a liability, pretty,” he hummed out, pretty content with himself. He wasn’t pulling away, instead he neared you and kissed you dumb. He kissed you to the point of no return. Coherent thoughts slipped through your grasp, not that you were chasing after them in the first place.

His breath ghosted your lips, hands splayed on your hips, fingers touching every single burning part of your body. The pad of his fingertips alone had you into a puddle full of desire, love, and of wanting more. Truth be told, you were ready to fuck him in the nearest empty room.

“You make me wanna—” He halted, hands cupping your face as he stopped mid-sentence.

“I make you wanna what?” you giggled on to his lips, noting the way he was deep in thought right now.

He suddenly pulled away from you, and with a firm grip on your hand now, he led you both through the crowd. He stopped right in front of the DJ, who was Yoongi, and signaled him something.

“Hey!” He belted out once the music came to a slow before stopping completely. “I’d like for everyone to meet my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden spotlight. He said your name with pride and while smiling widely and sweetly down at you. You were sure you were flushed and flustered by the attention on you know, but you were met with drunken hellos, whistles, or choruses of ‘ayeee’, and even cheers. All while the room erupted into fun chaos, he had his arm wrapped around your waist, slightly leaning down to kiss the crown of your head.

“Hi everyone,” you timidly began, waving at his friends in a bashful way. They met with you both with a bottle of vodka in hand.

Jimin raised the bottle with the biggest grin plastered on his face. You could tell he was already drunk. “Cheers to the happy couple!”

"Now I see why you all are so damn popular,” you noted the obvious since they were extremely well known. Jimin as the school’s sweetheart and heartbreaker, Yoongi as the inclined musical genius, Namjoon for being the goddamn president of the University, Jin being known for being number out of everyone, and Hoseok for a charismatic flirt with jaw dropping dancing skills. Then it was the two youngest, Taehyung and Jungkook. Jungkook was known for being excellent and thriving at literally anything he proposed his mind to. Taehyung was an artist, a sought out painter with incredible memorization and wits that sometimes astounded you.

To think that these seven souls were meant to cross each other’s paths and intertwined was beautiful in your eyes. It reminded you of your two best friends, they were practically your soul sisters. Denise was a make-up artist with a calming persona.

“y/n?”

Your ears perked up at the sound of a voice calling out your name. Whirling around, your eyes flickered from face to face, trying to find the source of voice. It sounded painfully familiar, to the point where you prayed you were actually tripping from the edibles now. There was just no way this night could be ruined. Not by a ghost you had accepted walked right out of your life.

Your eyes met his. Oh fuck.

His blonde hair was up halfway, soft tendrils of his hair framed his beautiful face. A face you used to call love and home back in the early days. His nose was pierced, so was his eyebrow, and both ears as well. Tattoos decorated his once bare arms, and he walked with that same dripping confidence and sweet smile you knew hid demons so dark. He was a walking red flag, but love has you seeing them green, even when it was painfully obvious.

“oh my god, it is you.” he laughed, weaving his way through the crowd. It wasn’t until he was standing right in front of you that you exhaled softly through your nose. Were you holding your breath? Was your heart hammering inside your ribcage to the point it painfully reminded you of its existence. Anxious and lividness threatened to claw out your chest, making you smaller in his sight.

“hyunjin?” you cocked your head to the side, surprised to see him standing right in front of you.

“It’s been a while.”

“yeah,” you looked elsewhere, not believing your ex-boyfriend of two years was standing right in front of you. An ex-boyfriend that had made your pretty eyes so dry from crying them all out. You had resented him, wished the worse upon him, but now you felt absolutely nothing.

“How’ve you been?”

“Great,” you smiled, your eyes finding Taehyung who was being entertained by Hoseok at the moment. He had been pulled into a game of cup pong and you were watching in enthusiasm the encounter between those two against Jimin and Yoongi. And now you were here…yay.

“Pretty fucking great.” You said absentmindedly, your smile widening.

“You and him, huh?”

“Yeah,” you turned towards him, looking at him straight head on.

“Never would have seen it coming.”

You stood up straighter, chin tilted in defiance. “What do you mean?”

“Well, after what happened with his ex of course. He fucked her over pretty badly.”

“Well that’s horrible,” your eyebrows furrowed, getting irritated by his presence now. “However I don’t see why that’s any of your business to be sharing.”

“Well I loved you first,” he stated, his dark eyes shining with something you couldn’t pinpoint. You never knew with him when you were together, but now you knew better. It made your eye twitch. “And regardless of us not being together anymore, I still want what’s best for you.”

“You loved me and left me first,” you added, not being bitter about that fact. What bothered you was how obviously he was trying to dig under your skin. Taehyung was special, not even he could take you away from that man at this point. Taehyung is everything you have ever yearned for in a man.

“i left for school y/n, and you know that.”

“that’s your excuse,” you corrected, narrowing your eyes at him. you were fried off your mind right now, meaning your words were sharper, and firmer. “i recall seeing you with someone else the very next day after your supposed departure you fucking liar.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i went to see you off, took a bus to at least say a proper goodbye because you were one of my best friends first before we ever dated. Imagine the surprised I got when I saw you hand in hand with the same bitch you cheated on me with, kissing each other as you both went into the same gate.”

“what does that have to do with taehyung? i’m telling you to watch out because he-“

“i’m telling you this because i don’t believe any word that comes out of your mouth hyunjin. You’re trash in my eye, know your fucking place.”

before he could reply to that, taehyung’s hand enclasped yours. “baby, are you okay?”

You hadn’t realized your breathing had increased, hands were even fisted until he grabbed one of them into his own, uncurling them. You inhaled a breath of fresh air, breathing out the anxiousness and squeezing his hand in return.

“yeah,” your eyes softened at the sight of him, smiling at him only. “he was just saying goodbye, right hwang?”

“last name basis?” he placed a hand on his heart, eyes flickering between the both of you. “you hurt me, y/n.”

“Are we going to have a fucking problem here?” Taehyung interjected, beginning to stalk towards him.

“There’s no need for that, Taehyung,” he said coldly, eyes sharp. “I was simply catching up with someone who is dear to me.”

“It’s not needed anymore,” you rolled your eyes at his futile attempt. “I don’t want to see you again.”

He raised his hands in defense, “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise no harm so I am sorry.”

“Whatever, go fuck off now,” you ignored him, steering Taehyung away from him.

“I need a smoke, come with?”

You didn’t wait for his response, instead you tugged him forward, away from your ex and the girl who was obviously in love with your boyfriend. You wondered how it was possible for only two people to be walking headaches.

“I dated him, back when I was in high school,” you sighed, fishing for a fucking cigarette. He deserved an explanation before he thought otherwise. There was something lodged inside you now. Was it fear?Fear of Taehyung leaving you? Your hands were shaking from the anger fueled inside of you now. How dare he? How dare he try to put his two cents in when he is no one to be talking. How dare he prance back into your life and try to stir everything up when he was the fuck up, not you.

“I broke up with him, and I saw him with someone else the very next day. He denies it, but I saw him with my own eyes that day. And that wasn't the first time he cheated on me with the same fucking bitch too." You admitted to him, feeling embarrassed about it. "He cheated on me so many times and I stayed with him regardless. I was so stupid Taehyung."

“Fucking asshole,” he spat out and your eyes widened from the venomous way it fell from his lips. "Stay away from him.”

“I know that already,” you waved it off, lighting your cigarette. “However he mentioned your ex and how you supposedly fucked her over.”

His face contorted, eyebrows furrowing, and mouth set into a snarl. “That bastard is lying. He’s always fucking doing this too. But I won’t let him fuck with you, not a goddamn chance.”

His fingers were curled into a tight fist and you wondered what could have happened between those two to rise such a reaction from him. Taehyung was always level headed, in charge of his own emotions, but now watching him he was beginning to spiral out of control.

“Where is he?”

No, you thought. I won’t let them ruin our night.

“Taehyung.” you dropped your cigarette, grabbing a hold of his hand. “I am one selfish bitch when it comes to you. I want you for myself and only for me. I won't let some dumbass ex take you away from me because I like you so much, Kim. You are everything I ever wished for, so please keep that in mind whenever you see him again. I don't know what went on with you two, but please keep him away from us. And I'll fight back tenfold right alongside with you."

"My pretty," his eyes softened, the anger burning within him sizzling down as your hands framed his face.

"I may be selfless when it comes to others, but with you it’s different. With you i’m selfish because you are mine.” You reminded him with such ferocity. "And what's mine I won't let anyone take it away from me."

“oh?” he was smirking now, loving the possessiveness oozing out of you now.

“you are mine and only mine, you got that?”

“seal it with a kiss then,” he tried you. "Liability, remember?"

"How about after this kiss, you fuck me on that balcony of yours and we'll call that a liability instead?" you hummed out against his mouth, your hands gripping his sweater.

"I am the luckiest man on earth," he murmured right back on your lips, arms winding around your body. "Truly, I am grateful for you everyday my pretty little angel."

Your lips pressed firmly against his, hands running wild as you held on to him, afraid to let go. You would let him fuck you in front of everyone if he wanted. Because he would be the type to flaunt how he can make you cum in minutes. He would be so possessive, knowing how you were his. Knowing how only he could make you feel this way and touch you to the point of no return.He had your heart in his hands, all you hope was that he took care of it.

You both went back in together, hands intertwined. But fate was testing you since the moment Taehyung let go of your hand to let you smoke your blunt, she was right there. Bomi was obviously waiting for him to leave you alone.

“So you’re the girl he’s dating?”

"Yup," you looked right through her, uninterested at this point. You took a drag and blew the smoke directly on to her face.

“I’ve known Taehyung since we started high school, all the way into our third year of college.” She started and you groaned out in annoyance. Her face changed, almost to being insulted by your actions. "You are no one to be in his life. I have been there through it all and have seen him grown into the man he is today. So to see some random weird bitch try and slither her way into my friend group? I don't think so. I'm here and will always be here to keep Taehyung grounded and away from trash like you."

"You really thought you ate, huh?" you cackled out, dropping your roach on to the ground. "Bomi, I don’t know you at all to insult you, or drop to the level of pettiness and jealousy exuding from you right now. However, don’t try me bitch.”

You neared her, standing face to face with her. “What I have with Taehyung is simply none of your concern, whether you’ve known him however long. Because I’m his girlfriend, not you. I am the person he chose to be with and if you don’t like it well let me look for a fuck to give in that case.”

You smiled prettily, malevolent intent behind it as your voice dropped. “However I don’t care enough to even search for one in the first place, so here’s my first and last warning to you. Stop bothering me before I tell him to drop you. I'll get every single one of my friends to join in too since no one here seems to care about your shitty existence at all. You don't matter here and that's what angers you, huh?"

"You think I care if his stupid friends don't like me?" She refuted instantly, almost yelling at you now. "Taehyung loves me for who I am so I am here to stay no matter how hard you try. It's better to get accustomed to that because you won't be lasting long after I tell him to dispose of you, bitch."

"If Taehyung loved you so much, he wouldn't have flat out rejected your advances, or use you to his expense." You laughed in her face, loving how confident she was. despite how obliviously stupid she was. "If he loved you so much, he wouldn't be fucking me like I am the only one made just for him."

Her smirk dropped from her face as you continued on without a care in the world. “Play nice with me darling, ‘cause you don’t wanna see me drop down to your level of pettiness. I can guarantee you that I’ll end up winning regardless of what you do or say.”

“Y/N!” you heard jimin’s singsong voice. “come hither my little fairy.”

“I’ve been Tae’s friend since we we—”

“And that’s all you’re ever going to amount to with him. I don’t care who you are, but stay away from me doll. ‘cause I aint as pretty as I may seem.” You shove past her, a sweet grin lacing your lips as Jimin engulfs you, blabbering about a song he wants to dance with you.

Jimin was feeding you soft drinks, but soft to him were half the bottle of liquor. Within an hour, you were swaying your hips to the sensual song, hands in your hair, and a hazy gaze on your face. He was by your side of course, Jimin knew better than to leave you unattended knowing how Taehyung was when it came to you. He also knew your boyfriend was watching from the bar, occasionally indulging into the conversation happening all around him. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Yoongi were smoking while Namjoon, and Jin kept feeding everyone drinks, yelling shots! Shots! Shots!

“I’m gonna go get some water,” you told the red haired babe beside you, licking your dry lips before pushing your way through the thick crowd. As you neared the bar, you swayed your hips, a display to your boyfriend that was sitting with his legs wide apart, lap practically begging to be used. His arms were splayed behind him on the counter, wiggling his index finger at you.

“Water,” you rasped out immediately to him, and Yoongi handed you a water bottle, leaning the blunt towards you as well. You held out a finger before you gulped down half the bottle and happily took it from his fingers.

“I think I love you,” you teased him and he shrugged.

“Shame you’re taken already right?”

“Ooooh,” Hoseok instigated, nudging Taehyung.

Taehyung simply smiled at you, reaching out for your hand. You gladly took it, intertwining your fingers with his. He tugged you over to him as you inhaled, happily climbing on top of his lap, straddling him as you blew out the smoke into his mouth. Both his and your hands were still intertwined midway in plain air while you held the blunt in the other. Your other hand hung limply over his shoulder, smoke being released as he kissed you. His freed hand was tangling itself into your hair, tugging at it downward to tilt your chin up for him. His lips were pressing hot, wet kisses from the corner of your lips, down your chin, and a subtle tongue licking a clean stripe down the crook of your neck.

“Who knew he had it in him, huh?” Jimin whistled, picking the blunt from your fingers to take a hit himself. It’s okay though, your hand was framing the side of his face now, eyes fluttered to a close as you allowed Taehyung to do whatever the hell he wanted to do with you.

“Fuck it, I’d be making sure everyone knew she was mine, too.” Yoongi remarked, chuckling underneath his breath.

From the corner of your eye you noticed Bomi sitting in between Namjoon and Jin, watching your boyfriend react to you. You couldn’t help it, you smirked at her.

“I will bend you over and fuck you right here, baby,” he murmured against your skin, hands squeezing your thigh.

“Promise?” you locked eyes, your thumb running over his bottom lip.

“Okay then,” Taehyung concurred, gripping you tight before he stood up. He slapped your ass and you contently wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Goodnight guys,” you waved at the six men watching the both of you.

“Night, babe,” Jimin beamed, handing you back the still lit blunt. “Don’t forget to wrap the willy."

“No promises,” you mouthed at him, winking as Taehyung turned a corner.

“Tae,” you nuzzled yourself into him.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need to pee really badly.”

“Well, lucky for you there’s one nearby.”

“Yay.”

He placed you back down, opening the door you. You pecked his cheek in return, "I'll be right back."

You happily went on with your business, the alcohol consumption hitting you as you stood up to wash your hands. As you glanced in the mirror, you smiled back at your reflection, your hands inspecting every inch of your body Taehyung had touched minutes before coming into the party. Then your mind thought over everything his friends, well your friends now, had said last time you were there.

“Taehyung gets blind when in love,” Yoongi began, mouth set in a thin line. “He’s a great kid, but the person before you fucked him over so badly. She took him for granted and asked for so much. And well, Tae, he tried to give her everything but he seemed short in some way. It was never enough for her.”

You found yourself frowning unconsciously, eyes boring holes on to the ground.

“He loved her so much and she didn’t take that to heart.”

“I would never,” you firmly stated, palms gripping your knees to keep your anger sedated. “I’ve never felt this way towards anyone, Yoongi. I’ve never given myself to anyone but my friends and family. I’ve always been afraid to take a leap into what is love, romance, and relationships so this is me jumping into it, okay? I’m not tippy toeing my way around his heart because I want all of it, all of what is Kim Taehyung.”

“I believe in giving and receiving. Whatever he gives me, I’ll cherish it because I know he’s giving it his all. I know Taehyung will give me his world if I ask for it, but I’ll ask for that whenever I’m ready to give him mine, which isn’t far if I’m being honest. We’ve known each other for so little, but it feels like forever to me. Time is just a concept to me, but love isn’t.”

"I know," he simply replied, but it meant everything. He saw your purest intentions. He really did. "Unlike Bomi, he isn't using you as a form of rebellion. You're the one here to stay. You're the one bringing our Taehyung back day by day. Just know that it's definitely you. You and him? Made for each other."

“I suggest you keep her name out of your fucking mouth.”

You finished washing your hands, hearing some commotion coming from behind the door. You yanked it open only to face Taehyung's back, but you heard Hyujin's voice loud and clear. No, you thought. Go away, leave us alone already.

“Never did I imagine a pissed off Taehyung telling me what to do. Thought you’d be compliant like last time.” Hyujin cocked his head, and as you watched the both of them you knew he had something to do with his falling of his girlfriend. You wouldn't be too surprised if he crossed that boundary since he did it with you too. Told you he loved you while he fucked another bitch behind your back.

“Watch what you say next," Taehyung warned him. "This time, I know for a fact that she is not like her at all. So put some respect on her name and fuck off."

“Oh yeah?" He laughed in his face and you felt your stomach twist and turn, your mouth tasting something vile. "Well turns out that I know her a little too well, Taehyung. She’s great isn’t she? Pretty little thing was good use while it lasted, but you’ll get bored of her soon en—”

His fist didn’t let him finish that crude remark. Your feet were moving on their own now, stepping foot on the scene since Taehyung wasn’t holding back now. He was smashing his fist into his face. Of course you weren’t stupid enough to interfere so instead you called Jungkook and the rest of them were here in no time as well.

They didn't interfere though.

Not as Taehyung smashed his fist on his face repeatedly, causing him to spew out blood and hunch over in pain. Not as he repeatedly bashed his face against the ground, or kicked him relentlessly until Hyujin weakly laughed in pain. There was some pent up anger within Taehyung and it was so frightening to see. As much as you wanted to see him get pummeled, you didn't want Taehyung to suffer the consequences, 'cause what if he couldn't contain himself anymore? What if one more strike ended him dead right there?

"Stop him," you turned towards your friends, lips quivering. Your hands had begun to tremble and you felt your throat begin to clog up. A world without your Taehyung? Desperation was clawing at your chest at this point, urging to do something. To stop being so fucking useless and save him from his own demise.

"Taehyung, cut it out now," Jungkook stepped in, noting the way you were a little too close to having a panic attack. Jimin and Yoongi were by your side now, trying to calm you down. He wasn't stopping and Hyujin was almost going limp.

"Taehyung!" you yelled at him through a hoarse voice.

“Taehyung,” you hesitated at first, but you watched as he hit him without remorse. Hyujin wasn't worth the blood on his fingers, or to be the center of attention. They would glance over at them and see him as the victim when Taehyung has been suffering all this time.

“Taehyung, please stop. You're really scaring me."

You don't know how he heard you, but he stopped and glanced over at you. You don't know what he saw on your face, but it did the job. He slammed him one more time against the ground before releasing him. “She may not care what you think of her, but think something funny and I’ll fuck you up without her here, you hear me?” He uttered out beside his ear. “Leave us alone.”

He spat out blood in his direction before extending his hand out to you. You took it, trembling fingers gripping his bloody ones without hesitation as he pulled you towards him. To say you were infuriated would be an understatement. “I’m sorry you had to see that, baby. Let’s go home.”

“Take the trash out,” Taehyung practically barked out, and Jungkook was already on it. As Jungkook passed him, Taehyung uttered a few words and his response was merely a nod. He hadn't glanced back at a coughing Hyujin who was struggling in gathering himself. He was shaking as blood pulled from his mouth. His hair was matted with it too.

Taehyung guided your attention elsewhere, murmuring out, "Don't. This was for you and me, trust me on this, baby."

“Jimin, get Sung Bomi out of here too.” Jungkook said while ordering others to drag Hyujin out.

“I—What?" she stepped out from within the crowd, anger pouring straight out of her. "Why the hell am I being thrown out? WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS!”

“Keep your mouth shut," Taehyung barked out at her, stopping her temper tantrum. "I know it was you who invited him tonight here. Not even Baekhyun's girlfriend told him about the party. And I know it's been you who keeps dragging him along just so I could keep you by my side."

"T-That's not true! I would never do that to you--"

Hyujin laughed from behind her as they dragged him out. "Just stop, Bomi. You're just further embarrassing yourself. Accept the fact that you were replaced."

"Replaced?" Taehyung barked out, and you gripped on to him. You were afraid if you let go, you'll never have him back. "Bomi, we were friends for so long but you never even bothered to change. You insisted in me dropping anyone that wasn't you and that was never okay. Friends don't do that, people who love you won't ever limit you. You never took the time to get to know any of us. Being too wrapped up in yourself won't do you good in life. I'll admit I did you wrong as well so for that I apologize. But other than that, don't ever step foot in our direction if you won't respect her."

There were tears streaming down her face in shock. "I-I don't like the way you are speaking to me."

"Who cares bitch?" Jimin snapped, grabbing a hold of her arm. "Cry it all out outside my home."

You watched as she howled in rage, throwing horrible insults in your direction, but you simply smiled at her. She wasn't worth it. Never was, never will be. You had won, wearing the crown with pride and superiority already.

“Come,” Taehyung kissed your cheek, steering the both of you towards his car. The ride home was silent and he knew he was in trouble, but he had never felt so fucking free in his life. Everything he had ever kept was out into the open, or thrown away.

He followed you inside his home, straight into the bathroom where you grabbed a rag to dampen. You were still by his side, wiping away the bloodstains on his knuckles and face. You were silent as you diligently cleaned him and you knew it was eating him up as well. They were just so many unanswered questions and as much as you jumped to various conclusions it all ended to the woman who had broken him into nothing but a broken shell. Seeing him beat the living shit out Hyujin terrified but satisfied the emptiness he had left once in your heart.

And it shook you to the core.

“You know I will never hurt you, right?” Taehyung softly started, his attitude resembling a little kid who got in trouble.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, gently dabbing the towel around his cheek. “It’s likewise, you know? I will protect you against whoever and whatever. ”

He gently grabbed a hold of your wrist, detaining your movements.

“I need you to understand what happened between me and my ex-girlfriend. See,” he sighed in frustration, scratched up hands messing up his hair even more. “I was friends with Hyujin when I started dating her. He knew I had strong feelings towards this girl even before we began dating and he was the one to encourage me to go out with her. We started dating and everything was going great until she started demanding so much from me. She wanted me to pay for her bills, school tuition, and the apartment we were going to move into together.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

“I was working two jobs to sustain myself and her, and I didn’t ask for much in return. I really loved her, but with all this responsibility I dropped out of school and started working full time at these really shitty jobs to the point where I would rarely see her. All of it was giving me stress, and I had planned for a two week vacation for the both of us since I noticed us drifting apart. Well, a month before we had planned to move into the apartment, I decided to surprise her and I walk into her fucking dorm and see her fucking Hyujin.”

That gut twisting feeling turned out to be even worse.

“She was crying, saying how I wasn’t giving her what she wanted, what she needed, and he was. Sputtering out that she was a woman and she had needs that were not being met. That she needed a real man, and not some boy.”

You were trembling, fingers curled into your palm to sustain yourself. He was too calm. Perhaps he had finally let it all out.

“I simply left her there with him, didn’t look back at either of them, packed my shit up and went to my vacation alone. When I came back, I left the deposit rot for the apartment, cancelled all of her classes that I had paid for in advance for the next year, got my money back, and instead moved away. I re-enrolled into school, moved into this apartment, and it’s been two years now since everything went down.”

It wasn’t until Taehyung was wiping away your tears that you realized you were crying.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face as you tugged him towards you, hands cupping his face so tenderly. “I will never take you for granted, Kim Taehyung. You have no idea just how much you mean to me.”

"I was a horrible person before I met you," he confessed to you, hands shaking as he tried pulling you towards him. "I used Bomi to anger everyone because I wanted them to feel how I felt every time I had to endure seeing him there. It satisfied me knowing I wasn't the only one suffering and it went on until I wasn't satisfied with the same routine."

You took him in, watching every emotion begin to pour out of him now. "I hadn't see the guys for a while and then one day I decided to text them and tell them I would visit them. It was the same day I met you."

"I saw the way you stood there, glancing up at the sky as rain poured down on you. You were smiling profoundly, eyes shut, and hands wide open while everyone else ran, including myself. And then you came towards my direction, shivering but so content. And I took that as a sign that moment. You had me believing in religion, had me thanking the skies above because someone like you would be so hard to find."

Stunned, that's how you felt in the moment. He spoke with such firmness, fingers reaching out for yours as he softly said, "I searched for you everywhere after that day. Went early to campus, stayed later than usual and nothing. It drove me mad, to the point where I thought I had made you up. I almost gave up until I saw you at the convenience store. That night, I decided that I wasn't going to let you out of my grasp ever again. And oh, by the way, you reeked of pot and perfume." He added, causing you to laugh.

You intertwined your fingers with his, accepting him as whole flawed human being. You weren't perfect either, he was putting you on this pedestal, blind sighted. You couldn't blame him, in your eyes he was made just for you and you would do anything to keep him right by your side because he searched for you too. You both found each other after enduring so much for so long.

A sob emitted from your lips and you pressed your forehead against his, mustering out, “Within these months of us meeting, talking, getting to know one another, and being together I have come to the realization that I want to give you my everything. My heart, yours if you want it. My world? You have become it. Soul? I want yours and mine intertwined. I’ll grab the moon if you ask for it. Hell, I’ll part oceans just to feel your arms around me one last time. Why, you may ask?”

“Because you deserve it and more, baby. You deserve to be loved, to be cared for, to be cherished, and to be reminded that you are so strong. You are the man I have been searching for so long and now that I have found you by sheer luck, I want to be by your side for as long as you allow it.”

He was speechless, eyes watery, and lips slightly beginning to quiver.

“Can I ask you something?"

“I’m all ears, baby.” He murmured out, nose nudging the side of your face. His fingers were gripping your bare thigh, thumb rubbing circles around your sensitive skin. You noted his hands were shaking.

“Do you like me?”

Taehyung’s movement’s halted, hazy eyes widening momentarily before a dark chuckle emitted from his lips. “Baby, what?”

“Do you like me?”

His hands framed your face, turning you towards him. His dark gaze rendered you speechless. His pupils were blown wide out, his stance towering over you as he breathed into your mouth, “Of course I like you, silly.”

“How much?”

“So much you make my head and my heart hurt. You make me do so many stupid things, it’s insane really. I lose control of myself around you. The thought of you leaving me is unbearable. You’re on my mind so much to the point my dreams miss you. You are my destruction and salvation wrapped in one. ”

“I think,” you cupped his hands, forehead pressing against his. “I think I might be in love with you. And it hurts me so much, Taehyung. I look at you and I want you to love me as much as I love you. I look at you and think, this is it, you are my love. I look at you and the way you’re hurting makes me want to burn down everything and make them beg for forgiveness. And I look at you and I want you inside of me every day, every night, and all the damn time. I want you to be the first and last thing I see before I wake up and fall asleep, Taehyung.”

He swallowed thickly, breathing become slightly erratic. You could feel his fingers twitch against your skin and you hold his intense stare,

“I want you to fuck me to the point where the only person I can think of is you. I want my name and yours to become one.”

“My pretty,” he began, purring amongst your skin. “If you love me that much, then what I feel for you is unexplainable. I want you on me, beneath me, beside me, behind me, in front of me, and all around me. My world is yours if you want it, baby. And I’ll give everything your heart needs, wants, and yearns for. You ask if I like you? You ask how much?”

He laughs almost maniacally, head shaking in amusement. He kisses you instead, mouths clashing against each other’s in a heartbeat. And you take his heat, hell, you welcome it with open arms, taking, taking, and taking what he’s willing to give you. And you return it tenfold. Your arms are wrapping around his neck, body moving on its own as you climb on his lap, mouth tainting and spilling all of your secrets to him.

“I love you so much,” he breathed into you and you whimpered at the confession and sensation of it. Impossible, you thought. Such a beautiful human being loving you back?

“I love you more,” you shakily breathed out.

“Let me make love to you baby,” he murmured out, fingers tracing the underside of your face. “Let me show you just how much I love you, and in the morning I’ll do it all over again.”

“And the day after that, and the nights that follow along.”

“Please do.”

He was quick in picking you up and guiding you both into his room. He didn’t bother in turning on the lights as he undressed you, his mouth kissing every single part of your body, tongue tracing behind it. He marked his own path down your body, starting from the crook of your neck, down your collarbones, between your breasts, and down your tummy. His hands were splayed all over your body as his mouth neared your pussy.

It took him almost a day to familiarize himself with your body. That same night where you asked him to fuck you like that everyday? Well, it was definitely promised. His mouth slurped at your wet and dripping folds, dark eyes taking in how you moaned out his name for his neighbors to hear.

Hands encased your thighs, bruising and marking to his liking because you belonged to him and only him. You managed to engrave that in his pretty little head, heart, and dick. He held you down with one hand, keeping your squirming body under his hold as his tongue slid inside your drenched pussy, groaning at the thought of cumming inside of you, and watching it paint your pretty thighs.

“Sit on your throne, princess.”

Your ears perked up, watching him with a questionable look on your face. Did you hear that, right? He was tugging you up as he climbed on his bed, patting his cheeks as an insinuation. He wasn't going to wait for a response, and you nervously did as you were told. Excitement coursed throughout your body, though you were a bit worried.

"What if I suffocate you?" you spoke your intrusive thoughts out loud.

"Then I'll die happily, now come on."

"Taehyung," your tone was a bit sharp, but he laughed regardless.

"Baby, sit on my face and if it's too much I'll tap your thigh three times. How does that sound?" He compromised, noting the way you were already nearing him. Your hands softly traveled up his body, murmuring out, "Okay."

You tentatively hovered over his face and the thought of ruining it with your juices made you sit down firmly on him. His mouth was already sucking on your clit, fingers gripping your thighs. He was buried, nose nuzzling into you as you arched your back, insides quivering from delight. He wasn't being patient, he was devouring you, wanting to express exactly just how much he was irrevocably in love with you. Your fingers tugged at your own hair, running down the length of your hair before they went on to your sensitive nipples. With a swivel of your hips, Taehyung encouraged you to keep moving, moaning out, “more, more.”

"Taehyung, I-I," you were losing it already and he fucking thrived on it. He loved how sensitive you were with each thrust of his tongue, and how each slurp had you bucking over, thighs beginning to quiver. He was trying to be gentle with you, but you wanted nothing more than to have him thrash you around like however he pleased.

"Let me fuck you over on my balcony, baby."

You immediately halted your movements.

"Liability, remember?"

You climbed off him, settling on straddling his hips instead. With your hand, you wiped away the mess you had made and settled on shoving them inside your mouth instead, humming in delight. As much as you wanted to cum with his mouth, the thrill of being fucked in public overpowered that thought. Wild thoughts started running through your mind, imagining the way he would fuck you relentlessly. He knew he had you in the palm of his hand.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" you teased him, hands grabbing his cock. He hissed under his breath, trying to bite back a whimper from just a mere touch from you.

"Fuck," he watched in amazement, pupils full blown out. He sat up with you in his arms, raspy fingertips caressing your back. He softly kissed you, tantalizing you into a spiraling mess only he had the power to do so.

He led you both out through the doors, bending you over immediately as you both stepped outside into the wintry atmosphere. He spread you apart, barking out, "Hold on tight to that railing, you hear me? If not we're going right back inside."

You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. His fingers were tugging on your hair, and you arched your back, mouth moaning out his name already.

"A verbal response, pretty. Or else I won't give you what you want." He warned you, his hips already rutting against you.

"Yes," you were quick to let out, wanting more. "I'll be good and hold on to the railing."

As a demonstration, you slowly curled your fingers against the cool railing, knuckles beginning to turn white.

"That's my good girl," he cooed out, teasing you as he ran his finger down your spine, lowering to the curve of your ass where he slammed his palm against it. Your body jolted slightly, but his other hand was still gripping your hair for safety purposes. The sting had your toes curling, mouth clamping shut to try and stop the whimpers threatening to spill out.

"I'll fuck this pussy until you can no longer stand, pretty," he purred out and your cunt was so responsive to the way his deep, and husky voice drawled it out so sinfully.

His long fingers curved over your hip while he slowly nudged his angry, leaking cock against your wet and dripping folds. You were so wet you were leaking down your thighs already, a drop slowly winding down your leg. And he was fascinated by how your pussy was already trying to suck him in by the way it clenched on only his tip. It drove him to near madness.

He was a masochist himself, slowly edging himself by teasingly only burying his swollen tip inside your pussy. He smeared your juices on his cock, slowly burying himself into you inch by inch. Soft moans emitted from within his lips, they were desperate and needy for more. He too wanted you so badly already. He too felt all this desired temptation pent up inside. Love made you blind, seeking passion from the very person who flowed it right back into your heart. He would thrust into you then pull out, stretching your pussy out for him because you knew he was thick and so long.

On the last thrust, he roughly slammed himself into you. His hand gripped your fleshy meat, using your body to fuck himself into you.

"Oh god," you babbled out, melting right into his hands.

He angled you further down, ass up in the air and then he was slamming into you over and over. Strangled noises escaped your lips, and all you could do was hold on to the damn railing, gripping on to it as he pounded inside you without any remorse. You figured he was making love to you like the whore he knew you were. You didn't mind it at all. His fingers dug on to your hips, the pain not resgitering in your brain since he was fucking it all out.

"Fuck," he exhaled deeply, his vision centered only on the sight before him. Your hair was sprawled all over you face, mouth slightly ajar with your pinkish tongue poking out. Drool traveled down your lips, eyes lidded and mouth stuttering out, "Ohh f-fuck, T-Taehyun-nng!"

"You're such a good girl for me, pretty," he languidly rasped out, dark hooded eyes watching is cock disappear into your spongy cunt. You felt every drag of his slow, but hard thrusts. It was driving you stupid, your legs beginning to quiver in delight.

"And you're all mine, baby," he was voicing his desires out, and you were taking it all in. "Mine to fuck whenever I please, mine to bend you over, make it take it all, and mine to fill you up until--"

"Yes, yes," you cried out, tears brimming your eyes from how he was hitting every spot. It made you feel like jelly, arms shaking as you tried to keep holding on to the railing. Taehyung noted your resolve slipping so he leaned over your body, hand wrapping around the railing while the other wrapped around your abdomen. His hips snapped with more feverish intensity, cock filling you up so good it was the only sensation overpowering your mind and senses.

"Let go, baby," he kissed the underside of your jaw, tongue trailing right behind. "I've got it from here."

You let go, quivering in his arms, head thrown back on his chest as he kept fucking himself inside of you. Your hands were tugging at his damp hair strands, watching how he slid in and out of you with such ease. You could feel his thick cock drag inside your fluttering walls, your slick causing this carnal squelching every time he thrusted inside of you. It was a mess. Slick covered the both of you, making it easier for him to slide inside of you with ease.

"Oh fuck, I-I, nnghh-" Your breath hitched, and you felt your knees buckling. Taehyung was pulling at your hair though, bringing you back to him, keeping you still. Whatever he gave you, you were going to take it all.

"I want you to cum inside of me," you were delirious, spluttering out every incoherent thought out in the air. "Want your cum all over me," you whined out, his fingers cupping your breast in his hands. They were so big as they groped your tits, squeezing and tweaking your sensitive nipples with his skilled fingers. "Want you inside of me every day. Please, please--"

His mouth slammed on to yours, nipping and bruising your lips, swallowing your pleas hungrily so. Mouths missed each other, but that didn't matter. You were begging, urging him to make you cum. His arms were bulging, veins protruding as his pace became more sloppy, more harsher. He felt your walls clamp all over him, a tight vice that was edging him further.

"Cum inside me," you pleaded him, and he trembled at the thought of impregnating you. He was already fucking you raw, feeling the inside of your pussy made him a starved man for more. A hunger that wouldn't be satiated now that he had gotten a taste.

"I want it," you gasped out, hunching over as your orgasm began to overwhelm you form head to toe. You were jolting in his arms, your moans echoing in his brain.

"I wanna see your face when you cum," he groaned, letting go of the railing and stepping further away from it. Now with his hand free, he harshly cupped your jaw, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. Your head was tilted sideways, eyes lidded and struggling to stay open.

"Taehyung," you began to sob out, going limp in his arms, but he was holding you tightly, pressing you further up against him. His eyes flickered from your eyes to where you both were connected. His own release nearing quickly. He gave one last thrust, whimpering your name out against your skin. Heavy pants emitted from the both of you and you were barely standing at this point. Your quivering legs giving out on you as you trembled in his hold. Taehyung marveled at the sight of his own cum leaking down your thighs.

"Are you okay?" he breathed out, holding on to your limp body. You struggled in simply turning around as he slowly pulled out of you.

"Yeah," you croaked out, trying to clear your throat. "But can I please have some water?"

His boyish grin was already there. "Need help getting inside?"

"I want you to carry me inside. I can't feel my fucking legs." you told him in embarrassment, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. It only goaded his shit eating ego.

He tapped at your sensitive thighs, watching you shudder. "Can you wrap them around me?"

You nodded, complying. His strong arms wrapped around you, hoisting you up as he maneuvered his way back inside. Perspiration coated the both of you so he went into the bathroom, gently setting you down on the counter. With a rag, he ran it under the faucet with warm water before beginning to clean you up first.

He avoided your sensitive areas, watching how you gazed at him in pure adoration, a love struck look on your face. It made his chest swell up with pride. You puckered up your lips and he was there, leaning down and caging you in his arms, mouth softly molding over yours.

"I love you," you softly reminded him, mumbling against his mouth. "I love you, I love you, I love you so much."

And he was countering it back in between your confessions, saying, "And I love you, love you, love you--"

You giggled, content as he pulled away from you.

"Wanna shower and watch something?" He asked, finishing up cleaning you and himself.

"I want to watch your dick go insid--"

"I'll put you to sleep," he humored you, picking you up and beginning to walk over his bed, gently placing you down.

You cocked your head in response, "So?"

Eyebrow raised, he began to near you. "If you keep this up, I'll end up putting a kid inside you, pretty."

You flushed, cheeks getting warmer. He was grinning from ear to ear, wrapping you up in his arms. What you would give to see that smile of his every day from now on. You lit up, grabby hands reaching for him. "I wouldn't mind it if it's you."

You thought over every moment in your life that had been marked as a significant milestone in your life and Taehyung was definitely on there now. Since the moment you two met underneath those pillars at campus, your mind, soul, and heart had decided it. My love, I have finally found you. It's definitely you.

[waterrr]

— we'll float in the space, just u and I 💭🪐

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⁺ ₊ let's pretend to fall asleep now ☽

shoujo guys + ghibli nights...

[nazandcoffee]

Anime: Blue spring ride (2014) / Ao Haru Ride

God I’ve been trying to post this for SO long…

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Messy moodboard 🥱

[yuniv3rse]

THE 🖤 LOVERS

[sweetdreamsbuck]

sheriff planing a joy ride / picnic date for his princess🥺🥺

sweeter than a berry

lee bodecker x f!reader (sheriff and his princess au)

warnings: a lot of suggestive language. sweet sweet fluff and sheriff loving on his princess, as usual. slight food play + body worship

wc: 1k

a/n: i just love them so much and faythie had to go and bless me with this beyond stunning moodboard. <3

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

“For every berry I feed ya, ya gonna have to give me a kiss,” his gruff drawl croons, wrapping itself around your throat– caressing and unraveling all at once as it floats around, lost inside a swirl of the late March wind. "Sheriff's orders, Princess...."

The beginnings of spring looked good on Lee– the sprouts of new grass and the colorful weeds entangled in them seemed to make your sheriff appear a bit rosier. His boyish charm always took your breath away, but there was nothing like Lee in the throes of the newly thawing and warming earth.

His shoulders would sit back a bit more, his head would always hold itself higher towards the glory of the sun– unless he was ducking away from your fervent gaze; that familiar pink blush blooming angelically across his full cheeks as he preened from something sweet you said.

Taking the strawberry he offers out to you between your teeth, you bite until he holds only the leafy green crown between his fingers. Moving towards his mouth, you press an airy peck to the corner of his lips while you finish chewing on the ripe berry. Your eyes flit towards his impatient scowl as he grabs your face growling, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. Pulling away reluctantly you breathlessly question, “And what if I want to feed you something sweet, too? You love your berries, Lee.”

A deep chuckle at your innocent kindness rumbles low within his chest. Sweet girl still has no idea what she does to me…

The vibrations of the dark sound swim across the picnic blanket, ruminating deep within your tummy and blossoming warmly within each nerve of your body. His fingers brush a few stray hairs away from your face, nose tracing the shell of your ear as his lips lightly press along your throat.

“Berries? Nothin’– tastes sweeter than my Princess. Thought I taught ya better by now…” he mocks, a shake of his head and a click of his tongue playfully dancing in the air.

He reaches for the container of strawberries and crawls closer to you, his large frame pushing you onto your back as he hovers over you. Placing the strawberries at your side, his hands slowly move to rid you of your sundress. Tauntingly, teasingly– trailing with featherlight precision up the curves of your legs and soft hips, knuckles reverently following the pudge of your stomach as his fingers fan out, pushing the light fabric up and over the billows of your breasts. Your arms follow the silent command of his eyes blindly, raising so he could remove the rest of the dress from your figure.

As your skin grows visible to the crisp spring air, shivers dance along your spine– from the romantic chill of the day surrounding the picnic he laid out for you; from the playful itch of his calloused and desperate fingertips; from the hooded lids of his piercing blues that predatorily watched every little reaction your body had to offer him.

The buttons lining the shirt over his stomach tease across the swell of your hip and belly as he continues to drink in your bare frame, his desire and adoration rendering you his and burning right through your core.

“What’re you doing Lee?” your voice breathes out, fresh goosebumps erupting along your skin as his lips and nose brush down the exposed flesh of your chest. He takes your hand in his, moving it towards the strawberries, prompting you to grab one.

Lee’s large hand wraps tighter around your wrist, bringing your palm to his lips. His eyes never leave yours, darkened gaze mesmerized by you and your willing submission as he bites into the fruit you hold up to him. Juice from his lips drips down your palm and runs along your wrist, tickling your skin as a soft breeze rushes past the blanket. Lee brings your arm to his warm mouth, licking up the juice that paints your skin in an act of worship only he could ever show you.

Closing his eyes he presses a kiss to your pulse, gently sucking the skin between his teeth as he lowly moans. The quickening exhales falling from your nose and lips brushes down the side of his cheek, causing Lee to hum in delight against your wrist as your heart erratically beats for him.

Playing with you like this always feels more necessary and lively than the last– how could he ever love something more? Your shaky breaths; soft moans; giant, compliant, and longing eyes; sinful cries, and desperate pleas are the only things he needs to bask in for the rest of his life.

“And for every berry ya feed me, I get to give ya a kiss– wherever I feel like....”

You shudder, a soft whimper and quick nod at his low tone, your hand willingly being dragged back to the container by his. You shakily pick another sweet berry and feel it being carried back to his sinfully parted, plump lips.

A big berry this time– bright red and almost the size of your palm, messily taken between his teeth. His head trails down, just hovering over the skin of your body– juice and saliva following him.

“Oops,” he chuckles. Quickly moving to lick the juice from your hip, he moans as your body instinctively arches up into him. You whine softly as he bites down, a gentle teasing pulse of his warm mouth and wet flick of his tongue making you crave more. A gentle cry of his name falls from your lips; another dark chuckle falls from his, twirling its way around the skin of your abdomen as he revels in watching you grow more and more impatient. Good, maybe Princess’ll finally learn what she does to me.

“Ya know how I get eatin’ my food, Princess… but I always clean my mess up. Right, sweet girl? This here is my heaven– nothin’ ever gonna be better for me than this. Think ya can keep feedin’ me a bit longer? Need to give ya a few more kisses. Be good for me– just a bit hungry for somethin’ real sweet, Princess…. ”

[animeisamood]

[abreathofthewild]

I Need A Hero, Chapter 1/?

Summary: After Y/N finds out that her late grandfather has willed his rural Montana ranch to her, she decides it’s time for a little change of scenery. At least until it’s in a condition to sell. Along the way, Y/N finds a renewed appreciation for hard work, new friends, and possibly even love. She has the land. Can Thor help make it a home?

Word Count: 11559 (I have no idea either, trust me)

Warnings: non-main character death, mentions of alcohol, some thematic elements, eventual smut.

A/N: I have so many people I could tag on this post, so many. For now, I'll just say thank you to @spacelabrathor​ for allowing me to use this idea and to @itssimplydior​ for going above and beyond in helping me grammar check and just being a great hype person. Thank you thank you thank you! And thank you to everyone who has waited so long for this. I have an amazing circle of friends on here. I hope this first chapter was worth the wait!

Edit: The banner is by the amazing @frankiemorales who designed this moodboard because she loves the story so much ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Links: Thor Odinson Masterlist and AO3 Version

Skyscrapers cut through the blue sky like ancient monoliths; they weren’t ancient at all but the way the sun glinted off the glass and steel of their structures made them look like modern interpretations of old gods. Car horns and shouts and ongoing conversations hummed through the air, the constant buzz of life an undercurrent that was all at once hard to ignore and easy to be lost in. There in the middle of it, beneath the heartbeat of the city, you sat in an office chair trying to clear your head around a different type of ringing in your ears.

Your grandfather had passed away. Your estranged grandfather. And yet here you were, listening to his attorney tell you that he had willed you his ranch. The ranch you had spent almost six summers at as a child. The ranch where you had learned to ride a horse. The ranch where you had learned how to skip rocks and climb trees. The ranch where you had decided that one day you’d have a big ranch of your own, “just like Grandpa”.

“Miss? Miss, are you still there?” A breath rattled from your lungs as you tried to form a coherent sentence. “I’m sorry, I can imagine this is difficult but were you able to hear me on the line? Hank has passed away and he’s left you his ranch. We’ll need you to come sign some paperwork. There are some stipulations that I’d rather discuss in person. Then you’re free to get the details settled to sell it if that’s what you want.” Another pause.

“Um, yes, I’m sorry. I heard you. Can you email the initial documents?” The barely-managed response felt odd on your tongue, stiff.

“Ah, yes, I’m sure we can manage that. I’ll have to apologize, things move a little slower around here so sometimes it slips my mind that electronic signatures are an option now. Like I said though, the final details will need to be worked out here, in Dove’s Reach.” After that, you tuned out; the man’s voice on the line seemed to drone on. Your brain honed in on “it’s not really in a state to sell” and “I’ll put you in touch with a licensed appraiser just to make sure”. Then the call ended and you realized somewhere in there you must have hung up the phone but you honestly couldn’t remember.

A ranch. A whole ranch. 500 acres of rolling hills in Montana. Your breath caught and you quickly brushed away the tears that had welled in your eyes, pursing your lips and glancing at the paperwork spread in front of you. There was so much work to do here with the Harrison case. Your eyes roved from the physical documents to the spreadsheets on your computer screen and back again. It would be foolish to take time off now when you were so close to finishing it up. You could see your father’s frown as if he was standing in front of you.

And yet… Your grandfather hadn’t been a part of your life for so long. In the beginning, when your parents had told you abruptly that Grandpa had done something bad, been mean to them, you took it hard. Seven years old is a horrible time to lose a grandfather who taught you how to milk a cow and showed you the wonder in the small things. But as you got older and your parents became more embroiled in work, more distant, you put it to the back of your mind. You were still young enough that you had no choice but to take their word for it. The thoughts tripped around your head like a broken record; you felt a little queasy. You wiped brusquely once more at a stray tear and, taking a deep breath, turned to your monitor. You minimized one tab and opened another, preparing to write an email. It was a little more difficult than you had anticipated though and ten minutes later when your assistant walked in reminding you of your 2 o’ clock, you startled from a blank daydream and an even blanker screen. Your surroundings rushed back in around you on a pinpoint vortex and all at once, you knew you had to go. Regardless of parts of the will needing to be handled in person, something split in your heart. Right now, your place was at the ranch.

“Reschedule that appointment please. Let Clark know we’ll be switching it over to a Zoom call. Actually, cancel the rest of my appointments for the next two weeks. I’ll let you know if I need you to move anything around after that.” She widened her eyes but nodded all the same, turning and exiting your corner office with purpose. You began typing out the email to your father letting him know that you’d be taking advantage of all those vacation hours you had stored away for a rainy day. You would take the Harrison case with you and could easily finish it remotely. It would be on his desk by the deadline. Your rainy day was today but despite the circumstance, you were beginning to catch the feeling that there wasn’t a cloud in sight. The ranch house flashed across your mind’s eye and you blew out a breath from your lungs you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

You clicked send and stood, throwing on your coat and gathering the necessary paperwork from your desk. You let your assistant know you were leaving and walked out the door, not bothering to pay attention to a few pairs of wandering eyes who watched as you entered the elevator and headed down to the ground floor. With each minute of descent through the high-rise building, you felt your heart beat faster. It felt like there was a balloon in your chest waiting to burst. Your heels clicked on the marble floor and as you pushed through the doors into the spring air of New York City, you felt just a little more alive than you had moments before.

The redeye flight and extra two-hour drive put you in Dove’s Reach before the sun had completely risen. Last week if someone had told you that you would be standing here right now looking at your grandfather’s ranch house with the notion that you could fix it up, you would have laughed in their face. But as the sun rose in the east, it felt as if anything was possible. To the north was a range of mountains that could have looked menacing, but from your vantage only served to leave you in awe. The immediate land was just miles and miles of green fields that met with forest. The trees were behemoths; the sun bathed everything in a rich golden light adding unbelievable depth to the scene before you. The air smelled clean and fresh and alive.

You resisted the urge to pinch yourself because if this was a dream you never wanted to wake up. There was your grandfather’s house right in the middle of all of it. It still held the country charm that you remembered but there was so much that was… off. From what you could see with the naked eye, the wooden fence was sagging and falling over in a lot of places. The barn was missing slats of wood and one door hung precariously on its hinges. The house was a relic, the paint dry and peeling. You knew your grandfather as a strong, stout man who even in his older age was capable of running a whole ranch. The state of things now left a hollow feeling in your stomach and left so many questions unanswered.

A suitcase, carry-on, and laptop bag was all you had with you as you took the key from under the mat and opened the front door. It groaned loudly as if it hadn’t been opened in a long while but it made you smile to know that your grandfather had left the key in the same place after all these years. You walked to your left into the kitchen and set your keys on the counter. The familiarity of it all suddenly made you pause with a sudden sense of Deja Vu. The magnets on the fridge, the little table with four wooden chairs, and an old fashioned clock hanging on the wall that had faded from a once dark blue. The checkered yellow and white curtains were rolled up above the farm-style sink and an old mason jar with some dried flowers sat in the sill.

You found yourself choking up as you realized your grandfather’s coffee mug, the big one with some western painting of a bucking bronco, sat ready next to the coffee pot. You walked over to it and cradled it in your hands as the feeling washed through your bones that it was your mug now. There was so much you remembered about him and yet so much you never got to know, never would know. It nagged at you as the realization began to set in that there was so much to get done to sell this place. And after it was gone, there would be nothing of your grandfather left. A shaky sigh escaped from your lips.

Sleep. Right now you just needed to sleep. You made your way upstairs, the wood groaning in protest as you went, and headed to the right where one of the two guest rooms were located. Again, it was like a museum, in a state of preservation. With a wrenching in your stomach, you wondered if he’d ever had visitors after you. The bed sat against the opposite wall under the window and the sunlight filtering in passed the tree outside left dappled patterns on the patchwork quilt. You brushed your fingertips across it and marveled at how soft it still felt.

The room smelled faintly of dust so you cracked the window. You were rewarded by the cool breeze laced with the scent of pine wafting gently into the room. It was the beginning of spring but mornings were still chilled with the end of winter. You were pretty sure that in the shade of various trees on your way in there were small drifts of unmelted snow and the dried grass in the fields outside had sparkled with frost. You flopped down on the bed, covering yourself with the knitted throw that was tossed across the bottom.

As your eyes fluttered shut, you had a distinct feeling that you had always lived here. The thought crossed your mind as you edged into sleep that maybe you should stay.

It was well past noon when you startled awake. This time, it felt like there was a weight on your chest. You cracked your eyes and let out a small ah when you were greeted by a plump silver and white cat with green eyes sitting on your stomach. It chirruped when it realized you were awake. The cat hadn’t been in the house when you arrived (that you had seen). Maybe it climbed the tree and hopped in the window. Either way, it had been a long time since you’d last had a pet (your long hours didn’t allow for it back in New York) and your heart did a light skip as you scratched behind its ears. Its purr sounded like a motorboat.

The breeze coming through the window was a little warmer now and after a while of trying to stay lost to the world outside, you knew if you didn’t get up right then, you wouldn’t feel motivated to do so for the rest of the day. And there was a lot to do. With an exaggerated grunt, you deposited the cat on the other side of the bed. It sat there licking a paw and periodically giving you an irked look. You let out a small snort and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from the desk and began writing down your goals for the day.

The main one was a basic grocery list (you were pretty sure there was nothing in the fridge or cupboards), and now getting some cat food. If you remembered correctly, the actual town was about another half hour from the ranch in the opposite direction you’d come. You stood and winced as pins and needles prickled up and down your legs from sitting cross-legged on the bed. You glanced at your computer bag tucked in next to the desk on the floor. The Harrison case would have to wait.

Main Street hadn’t really changed much from what you could remember of your time here. A lot of red brick and dark wood. It was quaint and about as small-town as you could get. Something lurched in your chest when you pulled to a stop in the grocery parking lot. Everything was so foreign to how you lived in the big city but at the same time… it sang of a home you had not experienced before. Part of you thought it was a shame that you had to go back in two weeks. You brushed the thought aside as quickly as you allowed yourself to feel it. There was no use indulging that line of thinking and besides, it was the first day. You were sure you would feel differently at the end of that time after you’d put in the work that would be required.

The grocery store was bigger than you remembered; you were pretty sure it had been expanded. Maybe the town wasn’t as little as it used to be. A cartful of basics and what felt like 500 mental notes later, you brought your groceries to the front. You daydreamed for a moment as the steady beep of the register sounded in the background.

“You’re not from around these parts, are you darlin’?” You came back to yourself, shaking your head. The woman ringing you up was older, with short-cropped white hair and glasses perched on the end of her nose. Her name tag read “Rose''. “I thought so. We don’t get many people around here that buy tofu. Is it any good?” She wrinkled her nose in such a way that made you giggle. You shrugged your shoulders.

“There’re a few different ways I make it that taste pretty good. I’m not vegetarian or anything, I just like all sorts of foods.” She brightened at that; you guessed there were also not very many vegetarians in Dove’s Reach either. “I’m actually here to handle my grandpa’s estate. He just passed away…” You trailed off, surprised by the lump that was suddenly in your throat. Her eyes widened just a bit before she reached out to pat your hand.

“Do you mean Hank? Was Hank your granddaddy? Yes, he must be, I can see you have the same eyes now. Well, I’m so very sorry, hon. He was a good man. It seems like only yesterday he was here picking up groceries.” There was a tear in her eye now and it made you wonder how close the two were. “It had actually been quite some time since he was able to make it in here on his own. Months at least.” Months? So he had been sick for a while. Why hadn’t he told you? Rose saw the look flash across your face. “Oh,” she breathed out quietly, “you didn’t know, did you?” She clucked her tongue as you paid. “That Hank, always thinkin’ he didn’t need help. We were all surprised when he finally had Jonesy coming ‘round to do things in town for him. Jonesy was his attorney, you’ll probably be speaking to him soon, I’d reckon. Well, if you need anything, you just let me know, okay?”

You grabbed your bags and put them back in your cart. There would be time to ask Rose questions about your Grandpa later, you hoped. But right now, you needed to focus on getting help with the ranch.

“Well actually, Rose, I’m looking for some help to fix the ranch up. Do you know anyone off the top of your head?”

Rose had told you to go across the street to On The Wings of A Dove, the local hang out after a day’s work had been finished for a lot of folks. It was surprisingly modern with an old feel. Deep red brick, exposed black pipe, and low lighting. The smell as you walked in the doors made your mouth water. Luckily the owner, Gus, was in and was more than happy to help a young lady such as yourself.

“Thor! This lady here needs some help fixin’ up her ranch to sell. You lookin’ for work?” You glanced in the direction the portly man was facing, down the bench, and around a couple of other patrons. A man leaned out and smiled in your way; the flash of white teeth made your heartbeat stutter.

“As a matter of fact, Gus, I just finished up at the Finch’s farm helpin’ them with that young colt.” He stood and walked over to you. If he looked big from a distance, there was no denying it now as he moved into your space. You looked up at his face and the golden hair framing blue eyes was enough to make your brain go foggy. He held out a hand, the chorded muscle across his chest and in his broad shoulders evident even with such a small movement. You took it and something bloomed in your chest when his hand enveloped yours. His skin was rough with calluses. It was warm and a vision flashed across your mind unbidden: those hands grasping at your face, roving down your arms, across your chest, gripping your hips, and moving lower… You shook your head and tried to listen to the words coming out of his mouth.

“The name’s Thor. Thor Odinson. How may I be of service, pretty lady?” Normally, someone being so forward would irk you. But somehow hearing Thor say the words “pretty lady” in a slow drawl didn’t bother you in the least. You offered him a smile back, quirking your head to the side. Taking inventory. He couldn’t be much older than you if he was older at all.

“Thor Odinson? That’s an interesting name.” He nodded, ducking his head and running a hand through his hair. It looked ridiculously soft to the touch and you had to stop yourself from snorting in good-natured annoyance.

“Yes, ma’am. My family comes from the Old Country. They wanted a strong name for a strong man. Gus said you’re lookin’ for help though?” He crossed his arms and leaned in, the white t-shirt he was wearing stretching across his chest. You forced your eyes to move back to his face where you were met with a little crook of his lips. You were pretty sure he saw that but there was no embarrassment in the knowledge. “I can help you do just about anything. Pick your poison.”

It was a lot. And you were certain there was more than you even realized with your knowledge of how to run a ranch being zero. You listed off how the house needed a good cleaning but you could take care of that. It probably needed a new coat of paint inside and out. Several of the shudders on both stories needed repairing. The barn looked pretty run down but you hadn’t gotten up close to it yet. One of the doors had definitely been hanging crookedly on its hinges. Then there was the fence… You could probably use more than two people for that. You had no idea of what state the ranch hand cabin was in. You looked up at him and gave him a shrug. His eyebrows were up near his hairline as he leaned back and whistled.

“Boy, we’ve really got our work cut out for us, don’t we? Well, I think we’d better start with those things you mentioned first. Trust me, if there’re other problems we’ll find ‘em real quick. Might cost ya a pretty penny. Are we tryin’ to stay within a certain budget?” He looked you right in the eye and Lord help you, it had been a long time since someone looked you in the eye with any sort of sincerity. You were used to working with less-than-savory types in your corporate world. You cleared your throat and shrugged again.

“Not really. If we fix it up good enough, there won’t be a loss. It’s a pretty place. Just needs some TLC. And the land is worth its 500 acres in gold.” The silence was palpable but not in an uncomfortable way. Thor leaned in and you caught a slip of his scent. Sweat and leather and woodsmoke. You took a deep breath, pulling the smell with it. You realized he was listening. He wasn’t just hearing your words, he was taking them in and mulling them around in his brain. “But wait. Does that mean you’ll do it? We haven’t even talked about wages or anything like that.” He waved a hand in dismissal, rolling his eyes.

“We can talk about that later. What matters is you need help and we like to help people ‘round here. Maybe that’s not somethin’ you’re used to where you’re from? It’s all right though. I’ll introduce ya to small-town hospitality. When are you wanting to get started?” You threw him a sheepish grin before glancing down at the floor as if the pattern there was the most interesting thing in the world. If your parents could see you now, you knew they’d be appalled. Thinking of doing the work yourself, of hiring someone you literally just met and someone who was only suggested to you by a cashier at a grocery store. It was a little ridiculous you admitted but you brushed the thoughts away.

“Tomorrow? You can stay in one of the guest rooms in the house. There’s a ranch hand cabin but I have no idea what it looks like. As far as I can tell, it hasn’t been a working ranch in a while so there’s really no telling what state it will be in…” Again, he held his hand up slowly, politely putting a stop to the words pouring from your mouth.

“The cabin is just fine. I don’t need much anyway. Depending on how long I’m there, the only thing I ask is to bring my dog, Tucker, with me. He’s as good a help as any man I’ve met and twice as friendly.” You nodded enthusiastically. “Well, all right then. Sounds like everything is as settled as it gets for now. Can I get the address from ya? I’ll head over around 5 PM, get settled in if that suits your plans for the rest of the day.

“Perfect.” You smiled as he shook your hand again.

It occured to you that this is the first contract you’d ever made without a signature on paper and yet somehow, it felt like the most foolproof one as well.

It didn’t take long for Thor to settle in. He had insisted on taking the ranch hand cabin despite your protesting. When the two of you looked it over, it wasn’t as bad as you would have guessed it to be, even though there was a thin layer of dust on every surface. You searched through some of the cupboards and luckily came up with a spare sheet set. You took the old one to wash, holding your breath against all the dust motes that flew into the air as soon as you took the sheets off.

“Tucker didn’t want to come?” You asked with a teasing tone,one that Thor responded to with a laugh. He took his baseball cap off and roughed his fingers through his hair. He shook his head.

“No, ma’am. We’ll see how things go here but guessing by the fence line I saw on my way in, he’ll definitely be coming to stay here with me. Don’t worry, either way you’ll get to meet him. He’ll be tickled pink.” Again, a duck of his head that made you wonder how someone could have such good manners. You looked down, shuffling your feet. That seemed to be a regular thing for you now as well. Not being able to look someone in the eye? Not a good look on a big time lawyer. But you had an excuse, right? You glanced up through your eyelashes as he turned away and looked around.

He stood tall, straight-backed. You absently wondered if it was from riding horses. He probably looked great on a horse. He was no longer in just the white shirt from earlier but his Carhartt jacket didn’t swallow him, it just somehow emphasized how big he was. Every movement brought that into sharp focus. The floor creaked beneath his boots as he flipped switches on and off, watching with concentration as each lightbulb somehow still worked. They took a few moments to crackle on but crackle on they did. And with each one his smile somehow got bigger. After a little while of inspecting the little space he turned to you again.

“This will do just fine. No worries need be wasted on my behalf. Tomorrow I’m thinking we should head down to Redwood Hardware and see if we can get an order in for some fence posts. They might have some in stock already but the amount we’ll need is probably not gonna be in store. You might also wanna consider hiring other help besides me. I stand by my work ethic but we’ll get the job done a lot faster with more people.” You blew a breath out of your mouth and pursed your lips. He was closer in an instant, placing his hand on your shoulder. He lowered his head to make sure you would meet his gaze. It threatened to take your breath away. “I know it might not seem like it right now, but we’ll have this place up and running, sale-worthy in no time. A place your granddaddy would be proud of.”

You did meet his eyes then, glancing back and forth between them. You nodded. If anyone was going to tell you how a thing was going to go and you would believe them… It was going to be Thor.

The day came when it was time to actually set up the new fence posts instead of just staring at them with a certain bit of dread each day when you went outside. The sky was a blue that seemed to go on forever and the air itself smelled alive but still, you stood, hands on your hips, ticking off all the other things you could be doing. There were loads of things. But Thor stood next to you, a smirk on his face and you knew there was no way you could put off starting this any longer. He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed.

“It’ll be alright darlin’! It’s a lot of work, hard work, but you’ll get the hang of it. I’ll be right there every step of the way to help ya out.” Again, the uncanny wave of reassurance swept over you at his words and so it was you found yourself climbing into the passenger side of his old Ford and marveling at what pristine condition it was in. The last couple of days you’d been driving your rental car; there was an old Jeep in the barn but it needed more repairs than you could focus on at the moment. You’d seen his truck the day he drove up to the house and the days after but you hadn’t seen the interior and you were impressed.

You didn’t know many hyper-specific details about any vehicle but you guessed this one was old and yet… the seats were a rich brown leather, worn in certain places from use but not split. It even had a sheen to it still, as if he wiped it down on a regular basis. There was one little piece of plastic up near the passenger air vent that was slightly cracked but the rest of it still shone as close to new as it would ever get again. A reddish brown darker than the seats but just as fine. Nothing had been replaced or updated it seemed, just kept in the same condition it always had been. But looking around, you knew it had been used. It had worked many long years. You quirked your mouth and glanced at him as he shifted the truck into gear and drove through the gate, driving along the rutted pathway that ran along the length of fencing. The field stretched out for miles and miles beyond you in gentle sloping green hills. There were some wildflowers starting to sprout up but from what you understood, it was nowhere close to peak season yet. The fence closer to the buildings was in better condition; the farther away from there you got, the more obvious it became that the ranch had been non-operational for some time. As it was apt to do regularly now, your mind wandered. You were lost in two vast landscapes, one physical, the other in your memories. It took Thor slowing and then parking at the point where the fence literally ceased to exist to bring you out of yourself.

The two of you hopped out and started grabbing supplies. After figuring out how much you wanted to get done for the day, the two of you started in on the fence posts. Or more like Thor jumped right in and you took a split second to watch him as he began working. Almost immediately he shrugged off his flannel; he was in a simple white tank top and those ridiculously well-fitted Wrangler jeans and boots. Even the gloves on his hands looked slightly tight as if his hands were too big even for the large size. His motions were smooth and concise; he turned away from you, leaving his back on full display. You leaned on your post hole digger for a minute, taking in the way all the parts of his body worked together. From the muscles in his arms, the ones chord across his shoulders and back, all the way down to how his hips swayed with the movement.

An eagle cried out overhead and you moved in about ten feet away from him. You wanted to think that you knew how to do this right away just from watching him. The soil was no problem. It was soft and dark and easy to dig. The smell curled through the air and reminded you of being a kid, when the most you had to worry about was if the dirt was the right consistency for a mud pie. But after a few tries, you realized you must be doing something wrong because your hands kept slipping and Thor had already moved past you to dig and place two more wooden posts. Still, you don’t say anything just yet. You were determined to do this.

As the day waned on, slow as molasses, you could feel him watching you. He didn’t move in to stop you, didn’t tell you you were doing it wrong. He let you struggle. There was a war inside of you at that moment, part of you wanting him to jump in and show you how and the other part being refreshed by him letting you figure it out. That inner monologue went on for a while before he nudged you and handed you a bottle of water. You stopped, relieved. The sun was somehow high overhead now. For every one post you were finishing with difficulty, Thor was getting two done. Frustration flared over your whole body. He cleared his throat and raked his hand through his hair.

“I noticed it looked like you were havin’ a bit of a hard time diggin’ the post holes. Would ya like if I gave ya some pointers?” You watched him, the earnestness in his blue eyes, and nodded. A smile lit up his face and you wondered how many people got to see it. It was bright and put the endless Montana sky to shame. “Perfect. Let’s eat lunch now and then I’ll show ya a thing or two.” You munched on the turkey sandwiches you had thrown together, sitting on the ground in front of the truck where there was still some shade. The ground was cool beneath you, the air around you smelt like something that should be written about in a book; the earthy smell of grass , the distant hints of pine, the promise of wildflowers. Thor was sprawled out next to you but not in an overbearing sort of way. He just took up a lot of space. You tried not to concentrate on the fact that your knees were touching.

“So your granddaddy left you all this? I’d be pressed to sell it. It’s too bad ya can’t keep it.” You stiffened before catching yourself quickly, though you were pretty sure he had noticed He took his last bite before standing up. “You’ve got a life back home though. It’d be hard to leave that behind.” He held out his hand and you accepted it, wanting to push that cagey feeling behind you. He looked off in the distance, hands on hips, then back to you. “Well, ya ready for those tips?”

“Yes, sir.” You brushed dirt off your backside and put your gloves back on. “It is too bad,” you mumbled. Mumbled because you were too afraid that saying it out loud would change something for you. “That I can’t keep it, I mean.” He turned to you, not the least bit of surprise on his handsome face. But there was understanding there. He got it. You grabbed your post hole digger and went ten feet from the last post readying to dig the new hole. Thor watched your position for just a moment before you heard his footsteps come up behind you. And then he was standing there, at your back. If you took one half-step back you would be met with his chest. The day was warm but heat radiated off of him like a steadily growing fire. Something pooled low in your belly and your mouth went dry as he moved into your space and then you were flush with him.

His arms came around yours, his hands engulfing your own. His breath was warm near your ear as he rumbled “No, darlin’, like this.” He shifted your hands from the middle of the handles to the top. You were hyper aware of the way his arms felt around you, acutely aware of his scent. Sweat, and musk, and dirt. “That way you have more leverage and you’re not leanin’ over when it goes in the dirt.” He stayed like that for a moment, probably only seconds, but it felt like longer. You heard his breath catch from behind you before he slowly removed his hands, backing up just a pace. You immediately tried to retain the feel of him against you, the way his voice settled into you when he spoke. The way his smell engulfed you, making you feel like the safest person in the world. When was the last time you had felt that way?

Your limbs moved slow, as if your body was now full of lead. He moved back in again, briefly, sliding his boot between your feet and nudging them just a tad bit farther apart. “That’ll help too,” he said. And this time, when you raised the digger up and heaved down, you immediately noticed a difference. While it didn’t necessarily feel easier, it definitely didn’t hurt as much and your body didn’t feel as stiff, didn’t feel like it was being pushed into an awkward angle. You took a couple more plugs from the earth, digging down far enough to keep the pole stable and when you stood straight and looked at him, there was that grin written all over his face again. This time, that smile leapt to your face.

Thor pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, red with a white paisley pattern, and raised his hand, slowly, as if he was touching a wild animal, wiping a streak of perspiration from your cheek. “That’s my girl! Keep that up, we might not need help like I said before,” he exclaimed with a wink. Time seemed to slow to a halt. That’s my girl. That’s my girl. That’s my girl. The words thundered through your brain, down out your limbs, between your legs. That’s my girl.

You looked down at your watch, surprised to see the hands tick forward without delay. As the day went on, a thought tickled at the back of your mind, like a horses’ whiskers on your palm. It’d be easy to be his girl.

The night came in cold enough that you were filled with relief when Thor stood to his full height and stretched, slotting the post hole digger in a pile of soil and suggested the two of you call it a night. Goosebumps had already peppered your skin and the breath coming from your mouth was visible in the air. You nodded and stretched a little too, trying to ignore that stiffness you knew would turn into full-blown pain by tomorrow morning. Thor watched you quietly as you slowly put your jacket on; he glanced from the ground then to the sunset when you looked his way. You let out a small barking laugh and almost immediately regretted it, wincing as the cold night air ripped its way into your lungs.

You managed an uncomfortable grunt as you stuffed your gloves in your pocket and Thor grabbed the keys to his truck. You examined your hands; your palms looked like one huge blister. The skin was bubbled and inflamed and if you were being completely honest, it was one more thing you really had no idea how to take care of on a scale like this. Thor started the truck and even though it was only a ten-minute drive back to the house, you were already thankful in anticipation of him cranking the heater just a bit. It would hopefully be a small relief for the contracting sensation in the muscles along your shoulders and arms and back.

There was not a whole lot to gather since the only portion of the fence that went up today was the posts; still, you moved in to help him by grabbing some smaller loose supplies and your post hole digger. You could feel his eyes on you, feel the way he noted you navigating around your raw hands. It took a moment but soon he was wandering over to you and taking the items from you, nodding his head kindly to the truck. You mumbled your gratitude as you got in, frustrated with yourself. It was only the first day but Thor was already picking up your slack. You watched him from the passenger side mirror as he slammed the tailgate shut. There was not a bit of annoyance in his expression. You had small inkling you were being a bit too harsh on yourself.

When he got in, the truck groaned and immediately the cab that felt huge and open before now felt full; crowded but not in an unpleasant way. You sneaked a sideways glance at him as he settled in. He didn’t shift the truck into gear right away but instead sat back, gazing out the windshield at the sunset. Even from your vantage point, it was stunning. The sky was a variation of colors from deep black-blue, to a soft blue, to pink, to orange. The sun slipped back below the mountains to the north and west and the only detail you could make out on them now was their peaks; they were in shadow and looked like a great set of black teeth.

The light coming into the truck had softened, illuminating the planes of Thor’s face. The slip of his golden brown hair, the strong cheekbones and slope of his nose, the clean jawline that now had a five o’ clock shadow. It was quiet, save for the lulling roar of the truck engine and somehow you knew in that second, you wanted more of these moments. Your brain hadn’t quite latched onto how you would get them but you were going to try. Maybe it was Thor. Maybe it was the gentle heat in the cab with the chill outside. Maybe it was the clean smell of spring scented air. Maybe it was a hard day’s work that was so different than the long hours you kept at home. Right now, it didn’t really matter. You sat back with a sigh of content, able to ignore the subtle aching in your limbs. Finally, Thor let out a gentle hum, a sound you guessed actually reverberated through his body.

“When we get back to the house, we’ll take care of those hands, all right?” You nodded and he shifted the truck into gear, turning back the way you came this morning and it was suddenly all you could do not to reach out and rest one of those hands on his arm.

The gravel crunched under the wheels of Thor’s truck as he dropped you off at the front of the house, telling you he was gonna take a shower and then he’d be back up to bandage your hands. You tried to tell him you would take care of it, really, but he insisted. Deep down, you knew you had taken care of blisters on your heels before but nothing like this so you gave in, hiding a smile as he drove the truck down to the other cabin.

When you got to the bathroom, it took every effort not to just quit and wallow right there on the old tile floor but after a few struggling moments, you peeled your clothes from your body and stepped into the warm water, ignoring the stinging of the wounds. It took a few tries with washing off the dirt of the day, with every contact with soap intensifying the hurt in your hands. As you stepped out, you knew you’d be popping some Advil tonight; it would be foolish not to, you guessed.

You threw some leftover chicken noodle soup on the stove and plopped unceremoniously into one of the kitchen chairs, leaning your head against the wall as you relaxed. The fact that you hadn’t worked on the Harrison case for two and half days now nagged like a trapped rat at the back of your mind. Your laptop was currently upstairs though and there was no way you were forcing yourself up those steps again until you absolutely had to. Instead, you checked your emails on your phone, briefly scanning over the subjects on each of them and filtering out the spam. You set it back down with satisfaction. You’d just worked one of the hardest days in your life and you guessed it was probably going to remain tough from here on out. Despite that, you felt more nervous energy bubbling in your veins.

You decided to pull out the old maps you had found at the little desk in the living area. The house was small compared to the expanse of the land itself. Your grandfather hadn’t been a person who needed extravagance, that was for sure. Maybe you’d convert one of the guest rooms into a study. It would certainly be a lot easier to spread out property maps in an office rather than a little desk in the living room. You put little x’s where you thought the boundaries were. You were somewhat familiar in your work life with reading property maps but these… the maps were old enough that you were second-guessing if the plot already marked was accurate. Another thing to put on the to-do list for a town run. Land maps would be public record, especially in a town as small as Dove’s Reach.

A knock on the front door snapped you out of your thoughts. You hollered that the door was unlocked as you rolled the maps up and put them back on the desk out of the way. You ladled soup into bowls, setting them back on the counter to cool just a bit. You heard him knock his boots on the door jam outside and then set them with a thump just inside the door as he ambled into the kitchen. You reprimanded yourself as you turned and got caught off guard again by his size. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against the wood of the kitchen entrance, completely filling it up, quietly surveying your movements. You thought he was zoning out but you were not entirely sure.

“Uh, I hope chicken soup is okay,” you let out. His eyes met yours and he nodded enthusiastically as he shot you a dazzling smile. You gave him one back. “Somewhere else just then?” He nodded and you took one bowl at a time to the table, a heavy cloth in between your skin and the bowls. You hissed as the edge of one of the bowls caught a patch of the blister, the hot ceramic making the burning more intense than it should be. Thor was behind you immediately, taking the bowl and steadying it. It was a good thing because you were certain you couldn’t have prevented a spill at this point.

“Let’s take care of those blisters first. Looks like that soup is a little too hot to eat just yet anyway.” You nodded as he placed a gentling hand on your shoulder, maneuvering you to the chair you were sitting in earlier. The pain was pretty bad at this point; you had taken Advil about fifteen minutes ago but it hadn’t taken effect yet so here you were, miserable, and trying to fight the hot tears welling up in your eyes. It was embarrassing. Thor cleared his throat. “Did your granddaddy have a medicine cabinet around here?” You took a shaky breath and pointed to the little doorway off the kitchen.

“There’s one there in the laundry room on the opposite wall from the door.” He stepped away from you and into the little room. You could hear him open the cabinet door and rummage around. You hadn’t looked in there yet to see what supplies were available but you doubted any of it was still usable. Yet here was Thor, a huge grin on his face, some bandages in one hand and a questionable-looking jar in the other.

“I knew if your granddaddy was as much of a working man as you had mentioned that he’d have some of this here with him. Best ranch and farming remedy for just about anything.” You knew the look on your face was one of clear skepticism because he laughed, a deep booming thing that made you want to listen over and over again. “I know you city folk probably like to go to the doctor’s for everything but let me tell ya, if we put this on your hands twice a day and keep them all wrapped up, those blisters’ll be gone in no time. Three days tops,” he murmured as he finally looked at the ragged state of your palms. He was moving slower again, pulling out a chair and placing it right in front of you.

He sat down and despite the pain, or maybe because of it, your breath hitched when he caged your knees with his own. “Let me see ‘em up close, darlin’” he breathed as you held out your hands for closer inspection. He let out a low whistle as he gingerly took one, then the other to examine the raw skin. He rubbed a small circle on the inside of your wrist and you were acutely aware of every little detail as his calloused thumb against the soft skin there elicited an erratic heartbeat. He sat like that for a moment before seemingly catching himself; leaning back and reaching over to open the jar of salve. It was not a bad smell but you wrinkled your nose a little at it. He glanced over at you and smiled.

“This might hurt a bit. But it’ll help.” You nodded and braced yourself just a little. The balm itself didn’t sting but the contact of fingers on the blisters definitely did. There was no use hiding your grimace so you just let yourself go, taking deep breaths and letting them slowly out through your mouth. He was so gentle. This close and with his concentration on your hands, you allowed yourself to watch him unhindered by the threat of getting caught. His fingers were steady and slow and he was so sure of himself. You found yourself leaning into his touch, holding your breath. After he was satisfied with one hand, he took the roll of bandage material and slowly wrapped it around your palm, down around your wrist, and back up again to secure it in place.

“You did real good today,” he said quietly, still looking down, almost as if he was unsure he should say it. As if he thought you may not want his opinion. A smile spread across your face as you let out an exasperated groan.

“If you say so,” you replied, willing him to look up at your face to see that you mean it. He must have felt your eyes on him because he turned to you then, looking back. Searching. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and creep down your neck and something leaped in your belly. He was so close. You could see his eyelashes. See how his eyes weren’t just one shade of blue but several different ones. You could smell him. A similar scent to when you first met him but also mixed with a fresher element from his shower. You could smell his wet skin and how it went from a day of work to warm water to the chill outside to the warmth of your house. It made you want to lean forward and bury your face in the place where his neck meets his shoulder.

You must have been staring a hole into him because he bit his lip then leaned back, finishing up with your other hand before grabbing the supplies and heading to the laundry room. “I do say so,” he rumbled from the little room. When he came back out again he’s smiling. His hands were on his hips and for whatever reason, it was exactly the release of whatever emotion that had transpired moments ago. You laughed, grabbing some bread slices and dropping them in the toaster. They popped up and you spread on some butter, ushering him to sit back down.

The conversation was easy, more idle chatter than anything else. Questions about each other’s lives. How long had he lived here? All his life. When did you know you wanted to work in law? As long as you could remember. You wanted to help people at the heart of it. How did he learn to train horses? From his daddy and his grandaddy before him. Would you ever consider keeping the ranch? The question caught you off guard and a rush of emotions flowed just beneath the surface of your calm exterior. Your pause told Thor what he had guessed the moment he saw you go to work on the land that morning.

“Of course I would,” you murmured as you pushed your empty bowl aside. You leaned onto the tabletop, one arm across its surface and the other supporting your face as your eyes stared off into space. “I just… I just don’t think it’s in the cards for me right now. If it had fallen into my lap under different circumstances or at a different time, maybe. But now? I don’t think so.” Your words trailed off and sounded empty even to your own ears. But as you glanced back up at Thor, there was no judgment there. Looking into his eyes, you could almost imagine a future here.

A future here was a dream though. A dream you were not keen on indulging. You tossed him a smile and grabbed the bowls to put them in the sink. Dreams were good. They could keep a person going. But you were already living a dream back home so you plastered your best convincing expression on your face just as he stood and brought the toast plates to the sink. You watched as he washed both of the plates, slowly, like he was waiting for you to amend your words. But you didn’t and he thanked you for dinner and headed for the door.

You followed him to it, leaning in the doorway as he stepped outside into the cold night air. He zipped up his jacket and turned back to you, a curious expression on his face. If he had thoughts about any of the night’s conversation, he didn’t voice them. Instead he just gave you that lopsided grin and bid you goodnight. Without a second thought, you reached out and grasped his wrist. He turned to you, looking at where your hand held on and then back to your face. You let go immediately.

“Um, thanks for… for today? For your help. Thanks for your help so far. I really appreciate it.” He chuckled low and quiet, a sound that seemed to continually get under your skin, and warmed you up from the inside out. He nodded.

“The pleasure’s all mine, ma’am.” You watched from your place as he stepped off the porch; you could still see how his breath fogged up the air. “Good night,” he called over his shoulder.

You did not retreat into the warmth of the house until the darkness swallowed him up.

“This is ridiculous. What do you mean there’s a stipulation?” Another ten days had gone by and you were just now getting around to meeting with your grandfather’s attorney. Thaddeus Jones was emblazoned on the golden placard on his desk. The man before you did look like a Thaddeus but at the beginning of the meeting, he had insisted that you call him Jonesy. He sat back in his chair with a look somewhat like that of a golden retriever being scolded.

“Well, your grandfather wanted to give you time to… enjoy the little things in life again. He thought that maybe you’d need a break from all the hustle and bustle in New York. As such, in his will he specified that you could only sell the ranch if you stayed there for one year. If at the end of that year you decide that you still want to move forward with the sale, then you are more than welcome to and will receive any and all profits made from said sale. If, however, you have a change of heart, the ranch is also yours to run as you please. But if you decide to sell any time before then, all profits made from the sale will go to our local youth program.” There was no use trying to hide the stunned expression written all over your face. You had to stay here for a year? How were you even supposed to go about this without feeling torn about one thing or the other? You weren’t in it for the money. You knew that with a certainty that sat deep in your gut. And donating to a youth program was a great use of anyone’s money.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I just thought this wouldn’t be so complicated.” Jonesy nodded solemnly, his round spectacles sitting towards the tip of his nose. “I thought this would be a sign and done deal. I thought I wouldn’t feel so conflicted about leaving,” you finished quietly and suddenly it was as if the air had been punched from your lungs. There it was. There was the real reason this whole thing felt so ludicrous. It wasn’t the stipulation itself--it was the fact that you were actually considering it. You glanced out the vaulted window of Jonesy’s office. It was on the second story of his building and gave you a sweeping view of Dove’s Reach. It also gave you a focused picture of the huge storm brewing outside. Massive cumulus clouds gathered not so far away, the heart of them dark and foreboding. It mirrored the storm in your heart.

“I suppose the good news is that you have a while to make a decision. I’ll just have you sign some preliminary papers today and then you take all the time you need. It is a lot to take in but your grandfather was a good man, one of the best. I’ve known him since we were young colts ourselves. I’d like to think he knew what he was doing when he made this decision.” It was difficult to argue with any of that, considering you didn’t get the chance to know him better yourself. Maybe this was a good thing.

“Thank you, Jonesy. I really do appreciate it.” You bit your lip and glanced outside again. “That should work for today. I have a feeling I should be getting hom--getting back to the ranch before that hits.” You pointed and Jonesy watched you for a moment before nodding.

There really wasn’t much for you to sign at this point. Mainly papers about you having seen the will and that you had a knowledge of what was going to come of it. You gathered your copies and shook Jonesy’s hand before leaving; you were instantly glad that the two of you had decided to speed things up a bit because as soon as you exited the building, a cold gale hit you in the face, ripping back the hood of your jacket and nearly blowing your hair out of its braid. It would have been twice as cold had Thor not given you direction on which clothing was worth spending money on. You gave him a call, letting him know you were on the way back. It was a new routine, one that you had started. It felt good to have someone to stay in touch with. It was unlikely you’d get lost in such a small town, but still.

“Drive safe, darlin’. The closer you get out here, the harder the wind’s blowin’. I already put all the tools away and got most of the larger open spots on the barn boarded up. Also dropped some buckets on the front porch just in case. From what I could tell, the roof seemed pretty sounds but just in case.” A pause. “How did the meeting go?” You sucked in a breath.

“Different than how I thought it would go. I’d rather talk about it later though. I’m thinking I’m gonna head straight to bed when I get back. It’s just a lot. See you tomorrow morning?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The drive back was definitely worse than the drive out. Wind and rain pelted your vehicle, so much so that by the time you got home your knuckles were white and your hands were aching when you released the steering wheel. Thunder rumbled closer and closer and lightning flashed in the distance. A warm bath and warm pajamas were currently at the top of your list. Then bed. You smiled when you saw there were indeed buckets on the front porch, all mix-matched colors and various sizes but they would do if the roof started leaking. At least you wouldn’t have to be scrambling to find anything if it did. There was also a note taped to the door, scrawled in surprisingly loopy handwriting.

Grabbing some clothes and things from my place, won’t be back for a couple hours. Call if you need anything :)

You smiled and stepped inside, glad to be out of the weather. As you turned again to glance out at the land, the sky darkened visibly even as you stood there. It looked like it was going to be a long night.

Your phone screen was too bright in the dark space of the living room. 8:30 PM. The power had gone out and it had taken you a little bit of time to scrounge up some candles to keep things lit. You knew you should just go to bed but quite frankly, you knew that wasn’t a possibility. The storm raging outside was unlike any storm you’d experienced before. Sure, there were big storms back in New York but this… the wind and rain was coming down so hard, you were sure the roof was going to tear off. It was doing surprisingly well right now but with each big gust, the whole house groaned. The thunder and lightning were even worse. The sound of both was so close, so loud, so frequent that your ears were ringing. There was no way to research now with the internet out but you were pretty sure you had read something about lightning being able to strike you in a house.

You paced, already familiar with the location of the furniture, every wall, every corner. It was a comfortable dance around the couch, passed the coffee table, to the window by the fireplace and back. A flash of lightning burst in the sky, illuminating every contour of the layout of the house. Almost immediately the clap of thunder sounded like some ancient drum and despite the logical part of your brain telling you it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine, you dropped to your knees.

“Holy shit,” you breathed through clenched teeth. Your hands were shaking as you brought the phone to your ear. Thor was probably already asleep. He had gotten back about an hour ago and was a naturally early riser because he somehow was able to fall asleep early every night. He was probably asleep--

“What’s wrong?” The sleepy gravel in his voice sent shivers tripping down your spine. He had been asleep. But those two words were still calm. Concise. Protective. You were silent. Now you felt stupid.

“Uh, it’s--it’s nothing. I’m sorry I woke you. I can’t sleep. This storm is pretty wild. Um. I thought maybe you’d still be awake and wanted a drink but it’s fine. We have--” You didn’t know if it was your rambling or if he sensed the fear in your voice.

“I’m comin’ up.” That was that. A dial tone. He had already hung up. There was no chance for you to object. You waited by the front door, listening to the rain and watching for more flashes of lightning. You heard Thor’s heavy footsteps as he came up the porch steps, saw him as a flash of lightning illuminated his outline from behind. You hastily opened the door. He hesitated for a moment, only long enough to watch as you nearly leaped out of your skin when another boom of thunder cascaded about you.

He stepped into you, wrapping you up in a hug. It was unexpected but you felt yourself sag into him. His jacket was wet from running through the rain so he slipped it around you and suddenly you were enveloped in warmth. You buried your face in his chest, as he rested his chin on the crown of your head, rubbing his hand down your back. You took deep pulls of his scent as his voice rumbled above you, into you from his chest.

“Aw, it’s just a little lightnin’, darlin’. Just a little storm. You’re safe. Nothin’ to worry about, I promise. You’re safe.” He kept murmuring it as he nudged the door shut behind him with his boot. Murmured your safety into existence like a mantra. As you rested there in his arms, your hands under his jacket around his back, you tried to remember the last time you felt this way, like nothing could touch you in the world. The house could crumble around you and you would be fine. In his arms, you would be fine. You gripped a little tighter, noticing with mirth how your hands could barely touch around his abdomen.

“How about that drink?” You said it into his chest as he stilled above you, breathing in slow and steady as he nodded into the top of your head. You reluctantly backed up from him as he slipped passed you into the living room making straight for the fireplace. He had it roaring as you brought two glasses of whiskey on the rocks and set them on the coffee table. You sat, dragging the blanket around your shoulders and allowing yourself to zone out while you stared into the fireplace. The crackling of its embers still couldn’t drown out the maelstrom outside, however. Thor took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door. When he sat next to you, the couch sagged under his weight. He took a sip of his drink before sitting back and opening his arms in invitation. You didn’t wait this time, instead scooting over to nestle up against him. Heat radiated off of him.

“Did you know the diameter of a lightning strike is actually only about the size of a quarter? Think about that, that big ol’ powerful force of nature the size of a coin.” No you didn’t know that. Another flash of lightning, another clap of thunder. This time you didn’t jump. “And thunder can actually be heard as far away as twelve miles from the actual strike.” Another sip of whiskey. “Lightning can also strike outside of the rain zone. Those strikes are called anvil crawlers.” A log shifted in the fire and your eyes drooped. He chuckled quietly as he intoned “In Norse mythology, the sound of thunder supposedly comes from my namesake as he rides his chariot across the sky.” You offered a lazy smile even though he couldn’t see it.

Thor continued on with more various facts about thunder and lightning and the storms that brought them. The taste of the whiskey sat light and spiced on your tongue, and your eyelids became heavier as you relaxed into him more. The fire burned steady and even though the storm continued to rage outside, at a certain point Thor’s voice faded into nothing as you fell asleep.

You woke up to the sun shining directly in your eyes. You groaned, shielding them from the crisp light and instantly regretted taking your hand out from under the blanket away from your heat source… Thor was stretched out behind you on the couch. It could barely fit the two of you but his arm was locked around your waist, caging you in. His breath came slow and steady on your neck. You could hear the rooster calling from his coop by the barn, hear his hens clucking about him. The cat you still hadn’t named was curled up on the rug by the fireplace, the embers almost completely died down. Thor took a huge breath, tickling the hairs on your neck as he rumbled something into the skin there. Your heart ballooned in your chest.

“I guess my facts weren’t that interestin’, seein’ as how we both fell asleep. Want some coffee?” You nodded as the two of you sat up. The cat chirruped from his place on the rug. He stood and arched his back in a stretch as well, coming over to the two of you for his morning pets. You both reached down to touch his hand, your hands meeting in the middle. Thor offered you a sheepish grin as he stood. “Uh, coffee is… ?”

“In the cupboard above the pot.” You smiled back, not bothering to hide any of the warmth in its shape. You stood, letting the cat out the front door. He seemed a little indignant at the fact that it was so wet outside but his ears swiveled and he was out the door and racing down the steps. You added some kindling and more logs to the fire, satisfied as flames leaped into existence. Thor handed you a mug of steaming coffee, with cream and a little bit of brown sugar. How he knew how you liked your coffee you didn’t know. But you liked that he knew.

The storm had cleared. A peek of blue sky could be seen from the window. With the clear sky came clear thoughts. It had been two weeks already since you had come to Dove’s Reach. Two weeks since you learned you had the rights to a whole ranch. A day since you had learned that you had to stay here for a whole year if you wanted to see any profits from selling. And only a night since you had realized that a year was no time at all.

[morkofday]

fic tag game

thank you so much for tagging me @i-am-just-a-kiddo ♥ i love rambling about my fics and my writing even if it always also brings up all the doubts and insecurities i have but. these are my children so i will show them some love :’) and it is always just wonderful to share this all with you my dear ♥

placing under cut bc i do ramble, as yall know to expect by now!

Name: VishCount i’ve already explained the origin of that name a couple of times so am sparing you from that but gotta just say that i never expected to get so fond of this username and the nicknames that followed ♥

Fandoms: wow ok so buckle up, this is gonna be a ride first i gotta mention the finnish fandom for this youtuber group called LaeppaVika. i adored them as a teenager and i still watch the videos sometimes :’) couple of the members still stream stuff even if the group has pretty much fallen apart by now and am just very fond every time. they feel like home in a way. those fics were my first ones and am still kinda proud of some of those?

then there’s this one random finnish utapri fic i once wrote... tbh i’m not sure why my anime fandoms never made me write anything? maybe it was the inexperience and the fear of using a second language lol 

after i got over that and got into BTS, i’ve written a ton for them. most of those are oneshots that vary from 1k words to 10k or something. a couple of longer ones have sprouted too and one is still in the making and i have sooooo many ideas. mostly just random aus. i adore to write those. 

lately MDZS has been my favored fandom and it has gotten some oneshots too as well as my gigantic xicheng fic that hangs somewhere well above 100k now. i wish to finish the last part for that soon but who knows, maybe it will take longer than expected sigh. and now DMBJ has pushed in as something that yells at me to write tho i’ve only posted a short oneshot for it for now. and oh, last year i also posted a couple of silly oneshots for 2moons! that was... weird tbh but am glad i did that. 

i wish i had more fandoms tbh bc there is so much interesting stuff there and i have so many ideas and inspirations but i’m very slow at writing. things don’t always just come out and some fandoms don’t grasp me for long enough that i would be able to tap into any projects. but i have no hurry, right?

Tropes: hmm do i have any? am not sure. i thought that maybe soulmate aus or some abo stuff was my thing but i’ve slowly drifted away from those. then it comes to just... idk. hurt/comfort? found families? i also adore slow burn these days and i feel like i’ve gotten a bit better at writing that but it’s still a struggle. also just, as already noted, all these different aus? mostly fantasy based ones. those are always so cool and somehow very whimsical? and lately i’ve also just fallen into this hole where i love to write some bittersweet tragedies or at least stuff that feels like a tragedy in some sense (and i blame my dear kiddo for that bc they’ve written the sweetest of tragedies and i want that too ok)

Fic I spent most time on: how do you count this? do wips count? bc if they do, then I feel like my xicheng fic called you’re the sunset and i’m the last purple left behind is it. it just keeps on going and i feel like i’ve given it all of my waking hours and heart and soul.  then it could also be my BTS abo fic My Lungs for You to Breathe that is slowly reaching its second year? am not sure. but it has been going for ages bc sometimes it comes and sometimes it goes and currently i’ve spent over six months without updating it and. yeah.  (it would be nice to mention some fic here that i’ve made some research for but tbh i never do any research. am horrible like that but i’ve never just. had the energy? tho i have hopes that i could go on this wild research spree for this one guardian idea i have but let’s see...) 

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written: (making a list bc am unable to choose, fight me)

and you remain - my pingxie oneshot that just helped me to get all of the feelings i had after tlt2 pour out. am very fond of it destiny tied us together - some introspection of lwj and jc’s relationship and how it changes throughout the years as they both mature, learn things about themselves, fall in love and realize that they share the same ppl in their hearts (and maybe develop a tentative friendship bc they’re so similar in so many ways). i had so much fun with this and it just felt like my brightest moment haha painting your skin with all of me - the xicheng soulmate oneshot i wrote at some point and still adore. it just seemed to work and in the middle of my xicheng struggles writing them so briefly and gently just felt right pouring love (growing flowers) - the ot7 oneshot i wrote bc of this one amazing twt prompt/moodboard. it was the last part of my mono series. i love it so much. joon was so nice to write throughout the whole thing ;;  lilies bloomed under your carpet - my god au for taejoon. it poured out of me so wonderfully and it was so amazing. still one of my favorite creations, this whole au.  Stories Untold / chapter 3 - this was a collection of taejoon oneshots that i was trying to make but am not sure if i will ever finish them all. but this one, where tae is a forest god and joon a human able to see supernatural things, is very dear to me bc it just feels complete

Fic I spent least time on: gosh i think it must be either my first wangxian oneshot we had it almost or my touch-starved joon oneshot show me my skin and touch my heart with very soft and lovely taejoon. both created themselves in a couple of hours?

Longest fic: currently my xicheng monster but i somehow expect my bts abo fic to get even longer if i ever manage to finish it

Shortest fic: it’s apparently my namseok fic for joon’s tokyo called missing you (i’m homesick). it created itself out of my own experiences of living in a long distance relationship and is one of my faves in that series.  

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks: most hits and comments go for my bts abo fic which doesn’t really surprise me when it’s a multichapter fic :’D most kudos go for the already mentioned xicheng oneshot and most bookmarks go for the bts ot7 fic!

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: hmm if i could rewrite something, it would probably be my first bts fic and my second long fic called Even the Universe Makes Mistakes. that soulmate au now feels a bit outdated and there are many parts i would like to change and things i would love to think again.  then if i was allowed to expand some world, i would love to write more for the xicheng soulmate au bc there are many other pairings i would love to explore there too or just to see lxc’s take on the events perhaps. other thing would be my namgi oneshot it passes (for us both) bc i adore namgi and the love they create in that brief moment. 

Share a bit of a WIP: it hasn’t been long since i shared snippets of several wips but let’s go with my pingxie which i’ve been working on and am just so damn excited about (especially now that i can use the bazaar photoshoot imagery as inspiration):

“He moves, pulled in by the darkness of the lake, mirroring the softly blue sky with its gray, heavy clouds. The snow lands on his nose, into his lashes, clings to his coat and his shoes. He doesn’t feel cold, doesn’t hear anything beyond the softness of the snowfall. Nothing exists and everything does, real and fake at the same time, comforting but still making him feel afraid.

He could lose himself here, could be lost from everything. He could stay and be forgotten, could join those people that tried to make him remain, could take the easier way. He could rest, just like he was supposed to do so many times before.

Maybe he does belong, after all. Maybe he is part of this place, so awfully familiar with it, so willing to even stop his own heart to get here. And maybe he is not, this place only hungry for those who don’t yet remain, refuse to give into this dream-like space.”

thank you once more for tagging me my dear! this was fun even if looking back to my old fics and all the lack of updating and posting these days makes me feel kinda bad... i’ve just been in a slump lately and am slowly trying to get out of it even if i almost fall back in all the time. it’s funny when last spring i felt like i was at my peak sigh. but well, as i’ve already said, i have time right?

i dunno so many writers over here but i’m tagging @cross-d-a and @kholran bc i’m curious about your work. also tagging @inkblue-black and @jockvillagersonly if you want to blabber about something or if you just want to see this. and oh also tagging @wangxianbunnydoodles bc am always open for new ppl and i know that you write ^^