#bts v e2l au

[muniimyg]

the morning after // kth

pieces of peace; a series of therapy sessions

# 3 ! oc has broken up with taehyung and he struggles to understand the breakup

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paring:

sadboy taehyung + ex girlfriend oc

au/genre:

post-break up au / getting back together

healing, sulking, attempting to move on

angst angst angst

note: tbh this one has been in my drafts for literally MONTHS. i dunno what is even going on but i jus need it out lololol

There’s no point.

No point in anything these days.

No point in eating out because he was used to asking for a table for two and eating alone just looks so fucking sad.

No point in making coffee because he doesn’t even like it. Regardless of how many sweeteners he put in his cup, it always tastes too bitter. Too bland. Too anticlimactic. But he sipped every sip just to spend time with you in the morning. So no, Taehyung did not like coffee but he loved you. He learned how to make coffee for two, not for one. 

It hasn’t been long since you left.

It’s only been a month and a half but it feels like a lifetime without you by his side. You left and made his king-sized bed for one. He hasn’t slept alone in years. He doesn’t even remember what it feels like to sleep on the right side of the bed because that was your side.

It’s the same way he can’t recall what it’s like to have his heart to himself: it was yours. For so long, it had been yours to care for, to love, and to keep. 

But shit happens.

Things change. 

People change. 

You needed space and Taehyung had to give it to you. He had to empty parts of himself for you. It left him questing who he is without you.

Yeah.

Who is he without you? 

It’s something his friend would constantly ask one another whenever he arrived late to dinners in hoodies and a sad smile. No one could make him feel better even for a millisecond. You were by far the best thing to have ever happened to him and everyone knew that. 

Still, Taehyung’s friends tried. 

Tonight, they invited another pretty girl that looked to be Taehyung’s type. Again, they play the not-so-subtle game of “have you met Taehyung?” 

It makes him sick. 

How I Met Your Mother was your favourite show to play as background noise. Especially when you two were preparing dinners or making sleepy 8AM pancakes before heading to your parent’s home for Sunday family lunch. 

The girl looks a little too much like you. It pains Taehyung more than it attracts him. He feels stupid in front of his friends. He feels stupid for doing this to you because it wasn’t your face or your body. None of that compared to the way you held his heart and loved him the way you did. 

How you mastered comforting him on days he felt weaker than usual. 

How each kiss from you felt better than the last. 

How complete his life felt sitting next to you, watching the raspberry lemonade sky fade into a starry night.

How you completed him.

It’s only been a month and half but he still misses mornings with you. The stupid mid-day texts you’d send because a mug, a random YouTube video, or a picture of a cute dog popped up and reminded you of him. It was everything mundane that had him enchanted by you. 

He misses you. 

From slow and giggly sex, spontaneous convince store trips at 2AM, and even quiet dinners after an argument—he wants nothing more than those moments back. He wants nothing more than for you to come back and just be his again.

It aches.

Every part of his day aches as he’s all alone. Who's by your side? Is it that guy from your workplace that couldn’t get the hint? Is it your best girlfriends that never really liked him in the first place? Or are you by yourself too?

The only thing Taehyung doesn’t miss about you is the way you made him feel the morning after.

When he woke up groggy, eyes puffy from crying, and worst of all: hopeful. He has never wanted to wake up from a nightmare this bad before. It was that morning when he brewed coffee for two, ate out for dinner, and asked for a table for two, and found himself dragging his feet with his head hanging low on his walk home all alone. 

It takes so much of him to fix these habits. 

Brew coffee for one, not two. 

Table for one, not two. 

Live for himself, not you. 

It felt silly. The whole break-up and the ache wrapped around it like a bow. There was no point in feeling that kind of devastation, right? Taehyung knows he’ll get over it. Though it may be hard and nearly impossible, he will one day get over you. 

But not today. 

Not the morning after, not the week after, not months after.. He’ll continue to hurt until you come back to him and heal him or he goes numb from all this fucking bullshit. 

Taehyung has never felt more alone in his life. 

Then, his phone buzzes.

Jimin [3:29AM]: We’ll stop setting U up on dates if U want. We can come over and make sure U’re eating right if U want

Taehyung [3:32AM]: Nah

Jimin [3:37AM]: … Or idk talk to her? Talk to a therapist or smt. Idk. This isn’t U. Feels like we’ve been losing U lately. Don’t break up with us.

Taehyung [3:41AM]: Lol

Taehyung sighs, not bothering to keep this conversation going. It’s all the same. It’s the same pity and the same self-help suggestions. It all burned slowly and made him feel crazy. He wasn’t crazy because, in the darkness of his bedroom, he thinks to himself: this helps. 

Talking, acknowledging, and letting myself feel everything right now by himself.. Helps. For now, this will suffice. Being here for himself helps. This is therapeutic.  

Besides, he doesn’t have the energy to go to a therapist and force himself to open up. Maybe he should go there when he knows his feelings a little better himself.. Yeah. That’s more like it.

It’s like this: if he knows he feels alone, what was the point of trying to fill that void when it’s yours to fill? You are only his to love and that defeats him entirely. He doesn’t want to call or text you because he wants you to do that on your own. 

There was no point in begging or trying to fix himself. Why couldn’t he just be broken in peace? Be aimless and call it healing. Taehyung doesn’t want direction right now. He didn’t want there to be a point or to even think of love. The questions were endless, but the answer had been prefixed from the very beginning. 

Then, his phone buzzes. He expects it to be Jimin.

YN [4:01AM]: Hey

YN [4:01AM]: U up?

Taehyung [4:03AM]: Hi

YN [4:03AM]: Can we talk?

Taehyung [4:04AM]: Idk. About what?

YN [4:04AM]: Us? The morning after? Anything

Taehyung [4:07AM]: Come over. I’ll make us some coffee

YN [4:08AM]: But you don’t like coffee

Taehyung [4:08AM]: I still drank it every morning with U. Also, Idk how to brew coffee for one so just come over. We’ll figure it out

YN [4:09AM]: Okay. Let’s figure it out

Taehyung [4:09AM]: Good

Taehyung [4:12AM]: I miss you

YN [4:13AM]: I miss you too

Taehyung smiles at his phone. He gets up and goes to his kitchen to begin brewing coffee for two. He isn’t sure what this means or what is to come.. But he has a feeling there’s a point to all of this—that the morning after would be a new beginning. 

After all, what was the point of love if it wasn’t going to be you?

[hanniefiles]

you and taehyung have a rather interesting dynamic, to say the least.

if you were to call constant bickering, a heated rivalry, and an incapability to behave civilly around one another 'interesting', then yes, precisely that.

it had all started with the pair of you both studying a master of music in jazz studies, where you found yourself glaring daggers at a shaggy-haired individual seated a few rows ahead in a lecture, whilst he contradicted one of your points regarding the presence of saxophones within orchestras. safe to say, kim taehyung had not known just how much you hated to be wrong, and the sheer length of time you could hold a grudge. in turn, you had not known what a stubborn, hot-tempered shithead he was.

and so began the intense animosity between the two of you, which admittedly made your saxophone theory professor tremble nervously down to his boots.

but you'd never realised before a certain point how much taehyung's words set off fiery sparks in your brain. it was... stimulating, to have someone challenge you, and make you think. or what a perfect slope his nose formed in his side profile, and the way the loose t-shirts you once so eloquently mocked for being 'ratty', hung perfectly on his slim figure. all of a sudden, taehyung's deep baritone voice made your toes curl with tension - not with annoyance.

oh. you think. i like him.

fuck.

{ taehyung doesn't quite know how to put it into words. he doesn't even know when his feelings shifted. he's only ever been good with music notes; he found his freedom in tracing the length of his saxophone, sounding out sweet melodies. so how is he meant to tell you that you make his heart sing? that you strum chords with his veins, and his blood hums whenever you're near? }

[hritika13-tamboli]

Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs List 4....

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Series :

Moonstruck || Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS) || @jeonsweetpea

Summary: You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to break his sire bond with you. Not like you were thrilled an ungrateful brat was sired to you anyway. Just a hundred more days and it would all be over. He would no longer be loyal to you.

Chasing cars || brother's best friend!Jungkook x reader | forbidden love?au | college!au | slice of life!au || @oddinary4bts

Summary : when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

The Farmhouse || cowboy jungkook x reader | childhood bestfriends au | friends to lovers au |slice of life || @solecize

Summary : every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision. despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

Fool for you || jungkook x reader | college au | fake dating au | strangers to friends to lovers au || @btsgotsvt-blog

Summary : When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

Supercharged || Jungkook x reader | supernatural au | superheroes au / villain au | Enemies to lovers au || @btsmosphere

Summary: starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?

Long way home || dilf!jk x best friend!reader | single dad jk | boxer!jk | friends to lovers au || @sparklingchim

Summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

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One-shot :

Meraki || grumpy!jk (+ photographer!jk) x sunshine!reader | not exactly e2l but more like "i find you pretty annoying" to lovers || @taegularities

MERAKI (v., Greek). "to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work." Summary: Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.

Silent treatment || Gamer Jungkook x cat owner reader | Established relationship au || @angelic-vibez

Summary : Jungkook gives you a silent treatment after your cat ruins his whole gaming setup

But we loved too young || Bestfriend!jungkook x reader | friends to lovers au | lovers to strangers au | big timeskip au | college to adulthood au || @jl-micasea-fics

Summary : Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.

First class || rich student!jk x rich student!reader | universityau | bestfriends au || @girlygguk

Summary: in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.

The witch sisters || heartthrobwitch!jk x witchfem!reader | witch au || @rkivepetals

Summary : When your seven witch sisters come across your almost- boyfriend.

Not like you || dilf!jungkook x boxer!jungkook x childhood enemy!reader | Enemies to lovers au || @oureuphoria

Summary: God had favourites. Jungkook figured that out early in his childhood, when every waking moment was spent trying to impress his parents at the expense of you. He ran away at 19 to escape the immeasurable pressure to succeed but he couldn't escape you. Six years and a daughter later, Jungkook met his childhood enemy again, except this time he didn't want to run.

Limerence || exes to lovers au | ex boyfriend!jk x ex girlfriend!reader || @kooktrash

Summary: a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back

Infinity || Three-shot | alien!Jungkook x human!female reader | alien!AU | dystopian!AU | dark romance | S2L || @runariya

Summary: As the last human in existence, what will be your fate?

Sweet apple biscuits || Jungkook x reader || @rosaetae

Summary: a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy.

“Hold him and love him. Tell him how you feel. Tell him how much he means to you. And whatever you do, never let go of him.”

Disney+ and bust || app developer jungkook x reader | Established relationship au || @1kook

Summary : There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. 

The lucky ones || Jungkook x reader | University!AU | Soulmate!AU || @today-we-will-survive

Summary: unique soulmate mark stains the skin around your right eye, making you an outcast in a world where everyone has a mark showing where their soulmate will first touch them. Unlike others with marks on their palms, arms, or cheeks, your eye mark sets you apart, leaving you to question its meaning and the fate of your soulmate.

Some way, some how || autoshop owner!jk x businesswoman!oc | slice of life | childhood crushes | friends to lovers || @1kook

Summary: Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you.

It was always you || naval aviator!jungkook x professor!reader + editor!jungkook | childhood friends to lovers au || @hueseok

Summary: as long as you remember, you’ve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because that’s what happens when life naturally takes it course—you grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years.

so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason he’s asking you isn’t due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks he’s doing you a big favor.

[justimajin]

Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues ⌠Part 11⌡

⇢ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (4.2k) Doctor/Surgeon AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

⇢ Summary: When asked about Dr. Kim, a string of beautifully aligned words are ready spew from your lips. You could possibly go on and on about how his wonderful stubbornness wasn’t similar to talking to a brick wall, or how his observation skills were especially great in preparing your blood vessels for a drastic rupture or even how one gracious stare of his nearly had you on the verge of ripping your essential documents in half. But it seems that, perhaps, there was a lot more to Dr. Kim then what meets the eye…

⇢ Warnings: Y/N going slightly crazy trying to figure out Dr. Kim

⇢ A/N: Surprise! I was able to get the chapter done early this time (for once). Let me know what you guys think so far, the next update will be tuesday as originally planned. 

⇢ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

“I think I ate too much food.” Jin sighs, clutching onto his stomach.

“I don’t think I’ve ever payed so much for a meal.” Namjoon whispers, digging through his wallet when the large stack of papers have considerably disappeared.

“I didn’t eat too much and I didn’t pay, so I guess I win.” Yoongi shrugs, watching over the two concerned individuals and then taking out his phone to call a cab for the night.

“My place is close by so I’ll be heading out now.” You say, pointing behind you when everyone nods, expect for a certain individual.

“I live in that direction too.” Dr. Kim states and you freeze, hoping he wasn’t implying what you were thinking.

“I can drop you off.” You inwardly sigh, especially when your friends seem to be in complete favor of the idea.

“It’s dark Y/N, go with him.” Yoongi says and you glare at him; surely your college friend could have attempted to save you somehow.

“Alright.” Turning to the side, you see Namjoon and Jin already climbing into the cab. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow at work.” They wave back when Dr. Kim starts to walk and you follow along with him.

There’s a dense silence in the distance when you enter the parking lot and pass through the underground tunnel leading to his car. The lot is clear of anyone else despite a couple of cars, only the base of your combined shoes echoing through the expanse.

Dr. Kim stops in front of a black car, cleaned to utter perfection and sparkling underneath the lights of the lot. After unlocking it, he opens the door to the passenger seat and gestures for you to enter. Hesitantly, you slide into the car.

The whole experience thus far doesn’t seem as bad as you had imagined, but then Dr. Kim gets into the seat opposite to you and you beginning to wonder why on earth car manufactures were so fixated on creating car seats in such close proximity to each other.

The engine roars when he jams in the key and even you need to admit that you’re impressed by the way he begins to reverse the car. He leans over to your side a little too much in your own displeasure but you brush it off when you acknowledge that he needed to have a clear view behind himself.  

“How long have you been driving for?” You question once he steers the car onto the road, driving in a perfect turn.

“Two months.” His tone is blank, a simple statement in which you initially nod, but then the root of the information sparks. 

“Two months?” You whisper, wondering how he was even able to pull off driving so well when he didn’t even have the experience to back it up.

A small smile tugs on his lips, “Surprised?” He says it in a playful tone, but your eyes are stuck to the way his mouth stretches.

“You should do that more often.” You utter quietly, but his keen ears pick up onto it.

“Do what more often?”

“Smile.” You hastily turn your head away, not wanting to meet eye contact.

“You want to see me smile more often Dr. L/N?” He repeats your words, as if trying to understand the meaning behind them. But the way he keeps that continuous playful tone in them makes you want to diminish any reason for trying to keep a conversation with him.

“Forget it.”

However he lets out a deep sigh, hands maneuvering over the steering wheel with ease when his eyes remain concentrated on the road before him. “How…how scary do I come off as?”

You widen your eyes, abruptly blinking them a couple of times before you try to comprehend if you had heard what he said correctly. “Scary…?” You wonder why its that specific word that he’s chosen to use.

He hums, “Jungkook said I used to scare him.”

“Jungkook?” The conversation you had with him prior to talking to Dr. Kim pops up inside your head, “Oh. I guess... you give off an intimidating vibe?”

It seems absurd that you’re trying to help Dr. Kim with a personal issue, if you could even call this one, but the way that he brings it up to you about makes you think that perhaps the man does genuinely want to know.

“I see…” He almost looks defeated, like he had already lost before starting a battle.

“If it worries you so much…” There’s a little voice in the back of your head jabbing at you in fury for even trying to help, “Just try smiling more. It makes a huge difference.”

This time your eyes are concentrated on your hands, staring at them like they’re were the most fascinating creation to have ever been made, but your eyes don’t miss the soft smile Dr. Kim sends you at the suggestion.

Maybe Jimin was right….maybe he had been abducted by aliens and replaced….

The car turns over to a familiar corner before Dr. Kim brings the vehicle to a gentle stop and your eyes flicker over to the apartment complex.

“Thanks for dropping me off.” You pick up your bag and tucked away medical coat, turning around to close the door. But a certain shiny metal object is placed within your field of vision when it’s pushed towards you.

“You dropped it at the restaurant.” He simply states and your hand pats over to the pocket in your coat, void of anything inside. 

With a sigh, you reach out, “Thank you.”

Slipping the phone into your coat pocket, you shut the door and it clicks, but a voice ushers you from leaving.

“Dr. L/N.”

The window is pulled down and you hug your coat tighter onto your form when the nightly breeze passes by, but you still lean closer to hear him. “Yes Dr. Kim?”

He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, eyes wavering when the curiosity peeks through, “Do you…do you really hate me that much Dr. L/N?”

It’s incredible to see that if you were asked the same question a couple of months ago, how fast your response with had been through the speed of lightening. But Dr. Kim keeps his eyes trained on you and for a moment you actually falter, especially when his eyes pleadingly bore so much in them, as if they were expectantly wanting to change that finite answer that question would usually result in.

His eyes are still incredibly focused on you when you’re fumbling for some answer that you could possibly generate. However, it eventually does come out and its something particular that surprises you both.

“I-I’m not so sure anymore.”

You had eventually discovered after getting home that night spent surrounded by your co-workers that although your phone was in the same condition you had dropped it, strangely enough the message app had been opened. Thankfully a handful of certain saved messages from the past hadn’t been touched, but you can’t seem to recall if you had even touched the app at all throughout the day.

But that strange occurrence gets masked over with a new one, one that kept your thoughts lit at night and one that would continuously buzz around you even when the slightest bit of unconsciousness dipped in.

Dr. Kim’s words were fairly simple, but the underlying large load to them was not expected whatsoever from you. You had assumed that the air you shared together was always apparent; a rough, inflaring and absolutely irritating air that was hard to even stand in the presence in, but a stream of events are making you actually seriously consider his question. Especially when the answer was taking some time to come out of you.

You turn in reverse, going back to track any instance of his behaviour. The difference started becoming obvious when he had invited himself over to take care of you – an action that still makes you ponder as to why that was even a priority of his but then merely shrugging when you caught the culprit that influenced his decision. He had then proceeded to be kind to Jungkook, which escalated in Jungkook viewing the man in a better light, but you don’t see a very solid purpose in doing so. Jungkook was just an intern, so appealing to him would undeniably not give Dr. Kim an advantage in any way. The same abrupt kindness can be applied to Hoseok as well, with you having so much frustration as to why Dr. Kim, a man with no regard for patients, was actually trying to be considerate with no outcome for himself.

Your mind then ponders over to the surgery; being entirely startled when he had decided to assist you so graciously but even more so when he decided to compliment you. It was a striking cord and for a moment, you must admit to yourself, you found the words sinking in beautifully compared anything else he’s retorted to you. You then recall his expression with the children, playing with them with a huge grin, and then just yesterday, where he had offered to drop you off.

The entire memory of events is making you spin and it worsens when you have no rope to pull you back up, no form of reasoning for any of his actions.

You feel like you’re going to explode, your head throbbing so much when you do not have a definite answer despite the assessment.

“Woahh, Y/N are you alright?” Jimin hurriedly asks when he catches you gripping onto the base of your door in the midst of stumbling.

You blink when Jimin’s eyes are flickering all over you, but you remain silent until you decide that you were going to get nowhere with this unless you get some much needed help.

“Hypothetically.” The idea flashes in your mind like a lightbulb setting off and Jimin narrows his eyes, still clueless about what was going on.

“Huh?”

“Hypothetically.” You continue, standing up straight thanks to his help, “If there was a person that you weren’t fond of, but in the recent time they’ve become kinder, to you and to others, is there still a reason to dislike said person?”

Jimin stares at you for a second, trying to link together what you were even going on about, but it instantly clicks for him and he wants to laugh at how ridiculous you were starting to sound. “Hypothetically?” He questions, a small smirk on his lips.

You nod, “Hypothetically.”

“Well…” A low sigh escapes him, knowing that if you were talking to him about it then it probably had been bothering you for a while. He wants to deter you into the right direction if that’s really the case, “I don’t think there should be one? If I didn’t like a person but their attitude changed, maybe that suggests the person is trying to change themselves?”

Your thoughts come to a pause, not even attempting to land on that type of conclusion. “Trying to change themselves…?”

Jimin shrugs, “Maybe they realized the error of their ways.” He flutters his hands around you like he was casting a magic spell but you pout at the notion, making him want to laugh again. As much as he thinks you’re an excellent doctor and a wonderful friend, you could truthfully have some major shortcomings when it came to interpreting a person’s motives apart from their genuine interest in you.

“But what if this person is calculative? What if they usually try to get benefits out of a situation for only themselves?”

Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees your eyes darting around in fear, “Y/N, just try to think about it. If I was acting a certain way, wouldn’t I need to change something about myself if I realized I was doing something wrong?”

His words penetrate into your skull all too fast and you finally grasp onto something grounded from all your racing thoughts.

Perhaps you were too accustomed to associating Dr. Kim with his cruel characteristics, that even considering him wanting to change was completely out of the bag.

“T-Thanks Jimin…” You whisper and a soft smile crosses over him, right before he’s tugging you in around his arm and his voice pitches through a dramatic tone.

“Of course asking for my help was exactly what you needed.”

“Dr. L/N I-“ Jin halts in his steps with documents in hand when he sees Jimin bashfully declaring himself in a loud tone, walking over with narrowed eyes.

He threads closer to Jimin, tilting his head in bewilderment, “I still can’t believe they hired you first…”

Jimin scoffs, “What do you mean you can’t believe it?”

Jin shakes his head, mumbling underneath his breath, “They could have hired Dr. L/N, Dr. Kim or Dr. Min…” His eyes finally land on you, before an “Ah!” escapes his mouth.

“I need to borrow Dr. L/N for a while.” Your eyes finally come back to life at the sound at that, hurriedly going through the protocols when he hands you the papers he was examining.

After running through questions Jin had fired at you, a loud yawn slips through the corners of your mouth. It wasn’t as his inquires were bothering you as much, so but more having to deal with your mind straying over to the conversation you had with Jimin, who despite his daily mischiefs, actually gave you some valuable advice.

The outcome of Dr. Kim attempting to change because of the effects from his actions is plausible, and as strange as it sounds, you find yourself settling down on the answer when your eyes slowly trail onto the man interacting with a young intern.

Jungkook appears to be in his own world with the doctor, eyes crinkling and teeth on full display when the said doctor pats him on the head, a gentle smile comfortably arising from him. The doctor leans over to be closer to Jungkook’s ear and once the words are spoken, Jungkook breaks out into a complete fit of laughter as it bubbles out of him.

The scene on its own, is touching to watch. Something that has your own lips tugging and something that has you forgetting about the storm twisting inside your thoughts. It’s then you see a familiar women walking up to the doctor, who quickly turns his attention over to her.

“Is he doing alright?” She questions and her raspy voice suddenly has you tracing your steps back to when the pure interaction between the two individuals had so much rage pooling out of you.

Dr. Kim nods, “I’ve done the transplant and he is currently recovering, but he should soon be discharged.”

The news enlightens the disheveled appearance the woman adorns and casts a ginormous smile onto her. However, the smile drops a split second after.

“T-the cost…” She whispers, swiftly understanding that the act had a monetary value placed upon it.

But the next gesture is what surprises you the most about the whole ordeal; jaw wide open and eyes locked onto the hand Dr. Kim puts forward.

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

A cord strikes right inside you.

He didn’t….possibly pa-

The woman bursts into tears, her cheeks drenched with the substance when Dr. Kim reaches over to pat her in a somewhat comforting way but her mumbles of small “thank you’s” overtakes everything else.

You still stand in place, mind long lost with any other thoughts when you solely can’t believe the image taking place right in front of you.

Dr. Kim. The man that had directly informed the woman that her husband needed a transplant and she needed to provide the necessary organ without taking into regards any financial problems. The man that coldly turned his back on her and left her to suffer with her own pity of not being able to generate any remains of the green stacks of paper. The man whose display aggravated the likes of you by granting you a bitter position of watching the interaction take place.

The same man that was telling the woman not to worry about covering for the payment and is now ensuring that she was alright before he leaves.

Jimin was…actually right.

“It’s different, isn’t it?” The blonde doctor scrolls up behind you when he finds you shell-shocked from afar, “Almost refreshing in a way.”

“It is.” You tilt your head, still observing them when an entertained smile crosses Yoongi.

After a moment of silence, you turn to see Yoongi still staring at you. “What?”

He merely shrugs, “You’ve been watching him for an awful long amount of time.”

“I-I…” You shake your head, trying to ignore the flush that appears on your cheeks, “I was just curious.”

Yoongi sighs, “I’ve seen you get concerned about others, but you won’t realize until later that this isn’t like one of those situations where you’re just curious.” He pauses, closing his eyes briefly, “Take it from someone that knows.”

You narrow your eyes at Yoongi and can’t formulate what he was talking about. He sighs once again and shakes his head.

“Never mind. You’ll understand soon enough.” He’s about to turn but he pauses for a split second, “At least try to get along with him. I still think you two can be good friends.”  

Yoongi walks away and you’re left plunging face forward into the confusion you were experiencing prior to seeing Dr. Kim. From the way Jimin’s advice had fully breached through the concrete walls of your mind and the way Yoongi was implying at something you weren’t being able to decipher, you settle on one thing you were actually sure of from now.

Dr. Kim has changed for the better.

And maybe, just maybe, you could possibly be friends one day like how Yoongi suggested.

With a content sigh, you stretch out your sore limbs as you gaze at the large stack of paper in front of you that only needed to be filed. Lifting your eyes to swift over to the table in the corner of the room, the man is also repeating the same action when a smaller but still big load of papers are completed on his desk.

You smile and he turns around, “We’re done for the day Y/N!” He exclaims, relief flooding through every single cell of his.

“I’ll lock up the office, start packing to leave.” You point at him to give you the papers so you can go submit them.

As you’re flipping through them, your finger stops mid-way, gaze dropping down.

“Jin?” He hums, looking at you with a beaming smile, “Can I ask you something?”

It’s strange to even consider. Usually you brought personal concerns to either Yoongi and Jimin since they know you inside out and essentially seen every single part of you. This particular relationship strays away from the one you have specifically with Jin, who although is a compassionate and considerate man in your eyes, is your pupil who is here to learn from you, his teacher. Majority of the time this meant that he was the one who would regularly ask you questions and you were the one providing accurate explanations. You know briefly about his life outside the office, how he likes to cook in his spare time, how he comes from a wealthy family but wants to make a name of his own and how he can act extremely young despite being the oldest of your entire team.

So it’s strange that you’re being up such a matter to him out of all people, but it’s almost like you’re attempting to grasp as many opinions you could possibly get because you’ve been stuck on always viewing Dr. Kim a certain way. 

“Of course Dr. L/N.” A frown appears when he utters your professional name so easily.

You ignore its usage, “What is your opinion on Dr. Kim?”

“Dr. Kim?” Jin blinks, not quite expecting you to ask. “Um…” He circulates back in his mind, “Different?”

“He’s…different?” Now that was an answer you weren’t keen on resurfacing.

Jin nods, “He isn’t like Namjoon who ensures that everyone on his team is doing well. He isn’t like Dr. Min, who openly shows care for his patients but doesn’t say it with words. He is definitely not like Dr. Park, who still got hired first considering his…delightful personality.” He pouts at that and you chuckle in agreement. 

“He’s almost closed off, like he doesn’t want to associate with anyone. Sometimes I think its because he doesn’t know how to.”

“Doesn’t know how to?”

“Aside from Namjoon, he doesn’t really talk to anyone, but I did see him talking to JK the other day and it seemed like he was trying to make the effort.”

You hum, considering what he was saying, “Like he’s trying to change.” You retaliate and Jin shakes his head at the thought.

“Exactly! But why are you wondering about this Y/N?” His question catches you off guard, leaving you to stuttering.

“I-I’m just curious that’s all.” Jin thankfully takes your answer in a better way than Yoongi did, nodding his head when you sigh in relief.

After the conversation, you walk out the door and you begin to fumble with your keys to locate the right one. Your mind still spins away from the opinions you’ve had with Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi and now Jin; all of which were suggesting that indeed something has changed within Dr. Kim.

But now that you’ve collected all this information…what do you do?

Suddenly a loud siren blares outside and you turn to Jin with widen eyes when the windows of the hospital have a red glow casted all over them.

Spinning the lock right away, you spin on your heels and Jin hurriedly trails after you when your heart begins to race. The sirens only grow louder when you get closer to the entrance of the hospital and your eyes catch onto the white vehicle stationed outside, paramedics flooding out.

“An emergency?” Jin questions and you let out a low exhale before nodding. You were pleasantly surprised that you had finished your work on time and could leave for the day, but being a doctor meant that it was your duty to help when in need for medical attention, no matter the time.

“Jin.” You turn around and his eyes fall onto you, “They’re going to need my help. Can you go file these and then head home?” You pass the large stack you were holding in your hands over to his, in which he eagerly accepts.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Dr. L/N, good luck.” He gestures over to the beaming red lights and you smile as he races to get the task done.

The smile dissolves when you walk towards the vehicle, eyes intensely trained on the individual being carried out and trailing all over the repressed amounts of scarlet leaking from multiple places. You rush to assist the paramedics and they inform you that a surgical procedure needed to be done from the collision the patient was unfortunately involved with. You nod, accompanying them once you enter the hospital in haste.

By taking one glance at the patient, you know that the surgery was going to be quick and efficient. Pieces of metal lodged in skin needed to be removed, the amount of blood loss had to be monitored and stitches were definitely going to have to take place.

But you acknowledge that the process will go faster if you had some support on your side, a factor that wasn’t going to be easy to satisfy considering it was late in the evening and majority of the staff had gone home.

A patch of familiar brown hair is seen locking up his doors, a young female intern standing next to him as she holds a load of paperwork. The doctor turns when the lock has been placed, but his gaze immediately shifts over to you dashing down the halls with paramedics.

“Can you handle this?” He questions his intern and she nods when he bolts towards the emergency room.

You on the other hand, dismiss that Dr. Kim had even entered the room when you were examining the patient. Brutal gashes adorn the delicate skin of the woman, flinching once you see the chunks of metal stuck within cracks of her skin and brows scrunching up one you make a note of how twisted back her right arm is.

“Circumstance?” Dr. Kim quickly questions, eyes focused on the patient when he applies a pair of blue gloves just like you had and carefully goes through to identify sites of injury.

“25 years old. Involved in a crash on the highway with a drunk driver. The police have arrested the driver but she’s received multiple injuries as a result.” With a gesture of your finger, you guide him towards the report you have so far made about the situation.

He hums, racing his eyes through it and then returning to your side to continue inspecting.

But he falters for a moment, removing his hands, “Dr. L/N.” You turn your head at his tone, sounding puzzled.

“Yes?”

“Can you…” His eyes are flickering all over the patient and you don’t understand why he’s specifically delaying the question when you were currently in an emergency state. “Can you examine the patient’s lower region?”

You blink your eyes, wondering why the procedure was even necessary. But you oblige, wanting to double check every single thing you were doing.

After a few moments, your eyes are frantically enlarged and your jaw had dropped open, turning to Dr. Kim that shares the same nervous glance you are sending him.

His voice cuts through the silence, declaring the result that you were being directly shown.

“It appears as if we will need to induce labour.”

[alpacaparkaseok]

Falling, falling

“I have loathed you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Likewise.”

 Pairing: Slytherin!Tae x. Gryffindor!reader

 Words: 13.9k (don’t @ me I didn’t intend for this to happen)

 Genre: Hogwarts!BTS, e2l

 Warnings/rating: SFW, pining, Tae is a lovable brat™, reader is a mess, lots of pining, tension lol, kinda veiled threats but nothing violent I swear

 A/N: This is an installment in the BTS meets Hogwarts collaboration with @homeofbangtan! It’s been so fun working with these lovely writers, and I hope you guys enjoy this one shot as well as the rest of the installments! As always, pls let me know if this was decent. Love you all! banner made by the talented @ttaetae

Hogwarts: Year Seven

You dislike Kim Taehyung by association.

It began in your third year at Hogwarts. Prowling the quidditch pitch in your first match against Slytherin, you nearly fell off your broom when you were jostled by chasers. You were mortified to see that by the time you’d clambered back into flying position, Park Jimin had caught the snitch and won the game for Slytherin.

Frozen by the fact that you’d just lost the first game you ever played in, you didn’t hear Jin, your friend and fellow beater on the Gryffindor team, calling for you to fly down. No, you were stuck. Staring at the waves of Slytherins as they cheered and their team flew around them in victory. Something in that crowd made you freeze, although you weren’t sure what it was until you saw him.

Somehow, in the sea of green and silver, you focused on a single face. Mischievous eyes peeked out from under a mop of curly black hair, drawing you in with their own form of gravity.

Kim Taehyung stared up at you, completely focused as you gawked from your broom. For a single moment, nothing else existed as you locked eyes with the Slytherin boy. The cheers died away until all that was left were his eyes, holding you in place.

Slowly and deliberately, he arched a brow and smirked. Without a single word, you heard him loud and clear.

What are you staring at?

Embarrassed and ashamed, you jolted when someone tapped on your shoulder. “Oi!” Jin yelled above the din of the crowd. The sound all came rushing in, nearly knocking you off your broom. “You coming down or not?”

Swinging your bat in your hand and wondering if it would be worth it to chuck it at Taehyung, you offered Jin a nonchalant shrug. “Sorry, coming.” You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on you from where he sat in the stands, could feel that gaze even as you walked off the pitch and went inside the locker rooms.

Since third year, you’ve never been able to shake that feeling. That embarrassment at being caught staring at him, at losing your first match. Ever since then, you’ve associated Kim Taehyung with one thing and one thing only: losing.

You hate losing.

You hate Kim Taehyung.

But this year…

“Students, we’re about to commence the sorting ceremony. If you would please take your seats, we’ll bring in our new students! Please remember to make them feel welcome!” The headmaster smiles out at the students that fill the Great Hall, all in different house colors and ages. “And to those of you who have finally reached your seventh and final year…”

The room falls silent, everyone holding their breath as they glance around at the seventh years. You sit as still as possible, heart aching to realize that you’re included in that group.

“Welcome home, dear students,” the headmaster continues with a gentle voice. “Hogwarts will always be here to welcome you home.”

The words go right through you as you numbly clap along with the rest of the students. Suddenly, you feel as though you’re out of time. Clenching your jaw, you make a vow to yourself. The familiar prickly feeling between your shoulder blades alerts you to Taehyung’s gaze on you from the Slytherin table, but you refuse to turn around. You refuse to give into him at all.

This year, you refuse to lose.

Starting with Kim Taehyung.

--

“I feel like I’m dying.”

           Taehyung can practically hear Jimin rolling his eyes, but in reality the soft lapping of the lake against the exterior of the Slytherin common room is the only sound tonight.

           “Have you always been this dramatic?” Jimin rolls over on his side, the leather couch squeaking a little under the movement. It’s dark here in the common room, Taehyung has no idea what time it is. Today has been a blur, anyways.

           His expression remains pensive as he stretches his legs on the couch opposite Jimin. “I just can’t believe we’re already here. This…” he furrows his brows, his handsomely sculpted features taking on a more somber tone as he forces the words out. “This is it. The final year.”

           Once again, the common room falls silent and the sound of the lake fills Taehyung’s thoughts. He thinks of Jimin, he thinks of Yoongi. No doubt he’s already asleep, he appeared to be exhausted by the time they made it back from dinner.

           Taehyung thinks about too much, too fast. At last, against his better judgement, he thinks about you. Why does he feel like he’s out of time? He’s never really spoken to you before, so why is he so caught up in this unspoken little game only the two of you know about-

           “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Jimin is saying, although Taehyung can hardly hear him over his own thoughts. “One more year, and then we’re off.”

           Taehyung is so lost trying to fend off the thoughts of you that he completely misses the concerned look Jimin is sending his way. It isn’t until his friend gets up from the couch and comes to sit beside him that he stirs.

           “Hey,” Jimin mumbles, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “We’ll make this the best year yet. Promise.”

           Pulling a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, Taehyung nods. “It’ll be great.” Faking a yawn, he clambers to his feet and walks across the room to the giant, floor length windows that show the murky interior of the lake. He settles before them like he did all those years ago, recalling how small he felt in his Slytherin robes.

           How much of a traitor he felt like.

           Without a word, Jimin settles beside him, sitting cross-legged on the floor. His face is turned up toward the tops of the windows, almost as though he can see the surface from all the way down here.

           The quiet sound of slippers scuffing along the floor alert the two boys to Yoongi’s presence as he shuffles into the common room, looking bleary eyed. When his eyes spot his two friends sitting on the ground, he rubs his face and waddles over.

           “It’s late,” he mumbles out, plopping down on Tae’s other side. He regards the oldest of the bunch with a half-smile, his worries temporarily slipping away as he breathes deep.

           “Mm. So what are you doing out of bed?”

           Yoongi shrugs, squinting at the murky water. “It’s our last first night, isn’t it?”

           Taehyung lets those words sink in, slow and deep. Why does it feel so final?

           “Who would’ve thought we’d make it this far?” Jimin leans back against his hands, still staring up at the lake where a glint of moonlight pierces the water. It’s enough to bathe the trio in silver even as they think back on their golden years. “I thought McGonagall would have killed us by now.”

           “Speak for yourself, Park,” Yoongi chides. “We’ve been star students, haven’t we Tae?”

           “Exceptional, by my count.”

           “Exactly.” There’s a twinkle in Yoongi’s eyes as he grows more and more awake. “Oh! I almost forgot!” Without another word he’s up and speeding out of the room, leaving Jimin and Tae to share a confused look.

           “I think that’s the fastest I’ve seen him move since I caught that snitch in 3rd year,” Jimin snickers. “He practically broke his neck trying to run out onto the field.”

           Taehyung cackles. “Oh, but there’s that time last year when he forgot his book for the third time in a row to transfiguration, remember? McGonagall threatened to turn him into a neutered cat if he forgot it again.”

           The pair burst out into laughter as they hear Yoongi yell a slew of profanities from down the hallway, completely forgetting that there are plenty of nervous first-years probably trying to catch some sleep tonight. It feels good to laugh loudly, without reservation. Those young first-years will understand in a few years, when they’re suddenly facing their final year and a long list of unanswered questions. Questions like, what is he going to do about you-

           “I have half a mind not to share this with you anymore, you know.” Yoongi has reappeared, holding something behind his back. He shuffles into the room with an annoyed expression that both of his friends can see right through.

           Taehyung smirks up at him, offering his winning smile. “Good thing it’s only half, don’t you think?”

           Rolling his eyes, Yoongi produces a bottle of Butterbeer with a flourish. Both boys gawk over the shiny bottle, reaching out to grab it with wide eyes. “Yah!” Yoongi scolds, “there’s only one to go around! Wait your turn.”

           He sits with a huff, opening the bottle with a pop! before taking a swig. When he finishes, there’s a gleam in his eye that Taehyung can’t quite place. Yoongi passes him the bottle, not meeting his eyes as he stares out the window.

           It’s as Taehyung is taking a sip of the sweet drink that he realizes what Yoongi is so focused on. It’s a dark shape approaching, its inky black outline nearly blending in with the water.

           Taehyung passes the bottle to Jimin, a grin pulling on his lips as he recognizes that figure swimming toward them. “Looks like the old squidster knows it’s a special occasion,” he mumbles under his breath.

           Sure enough, a moment later the giant squid passes slowly in front of the glass, drawing nearer than Taehyung has ever witnessed. It pauses before them, and Taehyung wonders for a moment if it really does know that this is the last time they’ll sit like this.

           High off of returning for another year at Hogwarts, joking and wondering about all that’s to come. A little jittery, even though they’ll never admit it. Caught between the role of student and bright-eyed adults.

           “Hang on, I’m sensing something,” Jimin presses a finger to his temple, screwing his eyes shut. “It’s trying to communicate, I- ah! It wants to know when you’ll stop drooling over that Gryffindor beater- ow!”

           Yelling, pinches, and a near catastrophe with the Butterbeer ensue. Nothing too far out of the ordinary, but it’s somehow still enough to make Taehyung ultra-aware of every little moment. Makes him cling to this sliver of time, tuck it away for future use. Jimin and Yoongi with their snide remarks that nearly mask their friendship, the lake casting a murky shadow into the room that always makes Tae feel like he was swimming on land.

           Tonight is all there is. Just him and his best friends, and a bottle of Butterbeer.

           And you.

           Always you.

----

“I can count on one hand how many times you two have spoken,” Joslyn huffs. You can’t tell if she’s huffing and puffing because you’re rushing to the Great Hall or because she’s annoyed. Your other friends Jin and Jungkook nod along. The three of you are all in your quidditch attire, anxious to get onto the pitch for your game against Slytherin.

“Yeah, so can I,” you retort. “And they were all harrowing experiences.”

Jin snorts. “I mean, anyone that’s friends with Park has got to be a little…”

“Annoying?” Joslyn supplies.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Arrogant?”

“Filthy and disgusting would be my words of choice,” you answer, grabbing the railing at the stairs below you begin to move. “But to each their own.”

“C’mon,” Jungkook mumbles, urging the stairs to move faster. “Alright Fire, give me your predictions for this year’s quidditch champion.”

Fire. You loathe the nickname. Taehyung coined it in fourth year, after a particularly grueling match that you’d lost to Ravenclaw. You’d still been fuming the next morning, which Taehyung had turned into his own personal entertainment.

“Good morning. Still fired up over the game last night, I see.” Taehyung didn’t even look up from his seat when you threw your books down beside him. He was meticulously cleaning out his cauldron, getting ready for potions.

The bane of your entire existence.

Rather than answer him, you remained silent and opened your book a tad violently to the page number listed on the board. A few surrounding Slytherins snickered at your obvious frustration, and this only served to give Taehyung the needed boost to annoy you even further.

“Fired up over your sorry excuse of a quidditch match-” he completely ignored the way you were daggers down at your book, “fiery red hair, brows nearly singed off from last week’s potion that blew up in your face-”

“I have no problem imagining your head is a bludger, Taehyung, and sending it flying over the astronomy tower,” you growled out.

Smirking, Taehyung leaned back in his seat, victorious. “Whatever you say, Fire.”

Just like that, the nickname stuck. Even your own friends seem to have forgotten how you acquired the name in the first place, almost using it in an endearing manner with you.

“Don’t know,” you admit, sighing in relief as the stairs finally click into place and the four of you are off yet again. “Ravenclaw looks pretty promising this year, but then again they do every year.”

What with your first week of school coming to an end, you feel rather proud of yourself for avoiding Taehyung like the plague. In your joint classes you completely ignore him, heading straight to your seat and not looking up until class has started.

Today you have no choice but to see him, though. He’ll be at the game no doubt. The entire school will.

Nobody ever misses a match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Finally making it to the main hallway, you note the flurry of students heading toward the Great Hall. You continue on, catching snippets of other people’s conversations along the way. Most of the first and second year students look scared out of their wits, but you overhear something that has your head turning.

“But we haven’t hosted the Triwizard tournament since Harry Potter’s generation!”

The voice comes from your left, but Joslyn is already on it. Grabbing the attention of the younger Slytherin boy, she asks what’s on everybody’s mind.

“Yeonjun, what’re you going on about?”

Oh, so this must be Yeonjun. Joslyn’s new co-commentator for quidditch, the one she’d been complaining about the entire train ride to Hogwarts yesterday. You take a good, long look at the boy, who appears delighted to have information that the Gryffindors do not.

“My dad was making a big fuss over it all summer, you know, working for the Department of Magic and clearing international travel, it’s a whole mess-”

“Yah, cut to the point,” Joslyn urges. Yeonjun rolls his eyes, which makes you laugh.

These two are going to be quite the pair, commentating for quidditch. It’ll be a miracle if they don’t kill each other in the process.

“Didn’t you hear me? The Triwizard Tournament; it’s back. Hogwarts will be hosting it.”

Joslyn turns to face you, but you only shrug. “Whatever you say. Wish your precious snakes good luck, they’ll need it.” Turning to follow Jin and Jungkook to the locker rooms, you hear a voice that stops you in your tracks and turns your blood cold.

“How sweet of you to wish us luck,” Jimin says, drawing upon your little group quickly. His robes billow out behind him, making him look unnecessarily intimidating. “What are we talking about? Hopefully something that’ll provide more entertainment than your sorry excuse of a quidditch team, at any rate.”

You’re already scrunching up your nose in disgust when you feel Jin’s hand at your elbow. “C’mon,” he murmurs. “They just wanna make us late.”

They.

Sure enough, the rest of the Slytherin team isn’t far behind. But that’s not what has your eyes narrowing.

It’s Taehyung, popping up beside Jimin and slinging an arm around his friend. His usual smirk is present, and those dark eyes are on you.

As always.

“Excited to watch you play, Fire,” Taehyung croons. His voice is low enough that most people can’t hear it, but you certainly can. “Always a disappointment.”

Your first instinct is to throw something at that little smirk, but you take a deep breath and force yourself to remember your promise.

This year will be different.

Channeling the iciness you feel running through your veins into your eyes, you look Taehyung up and down. Slowly. You ignore Jimin’s chuckle or the way he elbows his friend, instead focusing on dragging your eyes back up his figure and staring into his eyes with utter indifference.

Then, mirroring his own smirk, you turn to Jimin. “See you on the pitch, Park.”

Without another word, you turn and follow after your teammates, hardly hearing the sound of Jimin’s teasing over the beat of your heart.

Not this year, Taehyung.

Not. This. Year.

--

“So that went well.”

Taehyung stares after your retreating figure, frozen in place from your earlier interaction. “Shut up, Jimin.”

Jimin is still beaming, delighted to see his friend so unhinged. “She really gets to you, doesn’t-”

“Don’t you have a game to get to?” Taehyung starts strolling away, shoving his hands into his pockets in an attempt to look unphased. When he hears Jimin’s boisterous laughter, he gives his friend a quizzical look over his shoulder. “What?”

Pointing at the direction Taehyung is walking, Jimin calls out, “Wrong way!”

Turning back around to see where he was headed, Taehyung realizes that he was following after you. Heading straight toward the Gryffindor locker room rather than outside with the rest of the spectators. Cheeks flushing bright red, Taehyung turns back around to see the entirety of the Slytherin quidditch team watching him, laughing.

Waving them off, Taehyung practically leaps into the crowd of people filing out the doors. He completely forgets Yoongi in the midst of his panic, not seeing the other boy who rolls his eyes and leaves Jimin who has yet to recover from his laughter.

Falling into line with the countless others clad in silver and green robes, Taehyung is lost in his thoughts as he climbs up to the stands. He ignores the cheers of Gryffindors that echo around the pitch as they wait for the match to begin, simply focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.

The wind catches him off-guard when he finally emerges at the top of the stands, whipping through his hair and making his eyes water. A few fellow Slytherins wave at him, which Taehyung returns but goes up to his typical spot. There’s an empty spot beside him which Yoongi will fill once he gets up here.

“Alright everybody, would ya sit down already? Pipe down, pipe down!” A clear voice cuts through the crowd and manages to silence even the unruly Gryffindors. It’s Joslyn, one of the commentators and your best friend.

“What my co-host meant to say-” Yeonjun begins, but Joslyn cuts him off.

“Oi, when I ask for a translation you can speak, otherwise keep your mouth shut and watch and learn.” A rumble of laughter graces the pitch, although Taehyung spots a few younger Slytherins looking annoyed that Joslyn interrupted Yeonjun like that.

“Do I even get to speak?”

Joslyn’s sigh is projected out to the spectators, and Taehyung can almost see her long-suffering expression from this side of the pitch. “Yes, Yeonjun. Go ahead and announce the starting lineup, you twat.”

Clearing his throat, Yeonjun begins to announce the starting lineup for Slytherin. With each name the crowd only gets louder and louder, although Taehyung is surprised to see the Gryffindor spectators remaining completely silent.

As Slytherin team stalks out onto the field, the cries only grow louder. Then, Yeonjun gets to the best part.

“And finally, your seventh year seeker, the man about to leave a legacy on the field…Park Jimin!”

Taehyung jumps to his feet with the rest of the crowd, yelling and screaming for his friend. He can’t help but feel a surge of pride for him, knowing just how hard Jimin has worked to be as talented as he is now.

“Alright, yeah, great. Welcome to the field, everyone. Now, let’s bring ‘em out!” Joslyn’s words have some sort of sway over the silent Gryffindors, because in an instant they’re on their feel and roaring. It’s enough to have even Taehyung blanching a bit, overwhelmed by the sheer volume.

His eyes betray him as the Gryffindor teams strolls out onto the field, as he instantly seeks you out. He’s unsure why he always does it; it must be a habit. It’s fairly easy to find you, your red hair acting as a beacon.

You’re beaming as Joslyn announces each player, hopping onto your broom for a complementary lap around the pitch. “Next up is one half of the star studded beater duo; you won’t want to get on the wrong side of that bludger now do ya, eh Jiminie?” Joslyn gloats from her viewpoint at the commentator’s station, but all Taehyung can see is how you maneuver your broom with ease, coming around to tap your bat against Jin’s and exchange some words that have him laughing.

“Make some noise for Fire!”

The crowd grows impossibly louder, which even has some Slytherins groaning. Taehyung bites back an amused smile, all too proud of the fact that the nickname he coined for you all those years ago has held strong. It’s his single victory over you, and one he’s not going to be letting go of anytime soon.

His eyes still trained on you as you throw your head back and laugh. You wave to the Gryffindors up in the stands like some celebrity, and Taehyung watches as they all wave back.

“That one’s a cocky little redhead,” someone remarks from the row in front of Taehyung. “Thinks just because she’s in with Seokjin and Jungkook that she can walk all over us.”

Someone else pipes up beside them, chuckling a little as they mockingly wave in your direction. “I’m willing to bet she begs Joslyn to talk her up at games.”

“Oh, without a doubt.”

Something stirs in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach, and he’s just about to lean forward and say something – anything – when he feels a light hand on his shoulder. Turning back, he sees Yoongi at his side, giving him a small shake of the head.

Right.

Can’t have Kim Taehyung standing up for his arch nemesis. People will think he’s gone mad.

           Judging from the way he can hardly rip his eyes away from you, he wonders if he went mad a long, long time ago.

           Joslyn has finished announcing Seokjin – the team captain and other beater – and Jungkook, the seeker. It’s finally time for the game to begin.

--

           “Everyone, gather round!” Jin yells, huddling up before the game begins. “Can everyone hear me?”

           You nod, even though the sound of everyone cheering is ringing in your ears. Emotions are running high for this match, it appears. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you lean forward on your broom to catch what Jin is saying.

           “Now, I can’t lie and say that this is going to be a walk in the park,” he looks each team member in the eye, his typically jovial expression suddenly solemn. “We’re going to have to push, hard. We can’t let up for a single second, or else Slytherin will find the chink in our armor and hit us hard and fast.”

           He looks across to you, and you can tell exactly what he’s thinking. Probably because it’s the same thing on your mind. Clearing your throat, you venture to speak up. “This game sets the tone for the entire season. Play like it’s your last.”

           And for you and Jin, this really is. Your final season, your final match against Slytherin.

           “Quick and clean guys,” Jin says. “Let’s show them what it means to wear red and gold.” Your teammates roar beside you, leaning in to cheer before dispersing to their proper positions. Jungkook zooms off to wherever he’s needed, and Jin hovers in front of you for a moment. He gives you a small smile that you instantly recognize as nostalgia.

           The two of you have spent countless hours on this pitch together, honing your skills to become the best beater duo since the Weasley twins took to the sky. Now, your time here is running out. Gently, you reach out and tap your bat against his.

“Let’s kill ‘em, Kim.” You smile at the sound of the crowd piping up again.

           Jin’s returning smile is almost frightening. “By all means, after you.”

--

           Chaos ensues. Taehyung watches from the stands, mouth agape as he watches each team maneuver their way to victory. He watches the way you and Jin work together in tandem, how you mercilessly attack the Slytherin chasers one bludger at a time.

           It’s terrifying.

           Taehyung has always known that you love to win. That’s been his source of entertainment through all these years being stuck in classes with you, watching you go above and beyond to beat him. You never do in Potions, but he hates to admit that you’ve got him beat in Transfiguration and Charms. However, as Taehyung watches how you clench your jaw and send a Slytherin chaser flying with a well-aimed bludger, he realizes the reason behind your competitive personality might not be because of you feel as though you must do the best you can for your house.

           No, Taehyung muses, smirking ever so slightly as you fly overhead, accidentally meeting his curious eyes as you zoom past. You’re not doing this solely for Gryffindor pride.

           You’ve got something to prove, don’t you?

           Indeed, as you lean forward on your broom, pushing it impossibly faster as you chase a wary Slytherin, Taehyung can see right through you.

           You’ll do anything to win. Now more than ever.

           Perhaps you should have been a Slytherin, after all. Smiling to himself, he tucks this newfound weakness away for safe keeping. He’ll find a way to use it to his advantage, he’s sure of it.

           “You look happy with yourself,” Yoongi mutters. Taehyung is surprised he can even hear him over the din of the crowd. Turning, he shrugs at his friend.

           “Just enjoying the game.”

           Yoongi snorts. “Right.”

           “What?”

           “Nothing. You’ve just got your scheming face on, that’s all.”

           Taehyung blinks, recomposing himself with a chuckle. “No scheming here, Yoongs.”

--

           Jimin ends up catching the snitch, however Gryffindor wins. In the end, his efforts aren’t enough to secure a victory against his biggest rivals.

           It’s enough to fill you with glee for the following weeks. Despite the tough season, you can’t help but recall the high you felt during that game. It’d been one of your best yet, nobody could argue that.

           The weeks carry on, and rumors of the Triwizard tournament continue to grow. You pay them no mind, getting lost in your daily routine. Which is as follows:

 Wake up early

 Grab food from the nearly empty Great Hall

 Sneak out to the pitch to practice flying

 Come back in time for class

 Ignore Kim Taehyung

 Ignore him some more

 Resent him for no reason other than being good at potions

And then the cycle begins again.

The only thing that throws you off is the drastic change to the quidditch schedule.

“What is this?” You call out one evening, marching into the Gryffindor common room with a piece of parchment in hand. “Have you seen this?”

Joslyn sits at one of the far tables, nose in her textbook. She doesn’t look up as you approach, scrambling to write something down first. “What happened now? Did Taehyung slip you a love note or something?”

“I- what, no!” You shudder at the thought, slamming the parchment down on the table for her to see. “The quidditch season! They’ve shortened it!”

    This finally has Joslyn looking up. “Whaddya mean they’ve shortened it; they can’t do that.”

“Well, apparently they already have!”

    She takes the parchment in hand, eyes growing wide as she sees that you’re telling the truth. “What the…why would they-” Joslyn gasps, looking up at you. “Do you think this means that the rumors are true?”

“What rumor- oooh.” Your eyes gloss over and Joslyn pulls out a seat for you, chuckling as you plop down a second later. “I mean…that would explain it.”

“That’s why they were starting quidditch so early this year.”

“Yeonjun’s dad complaining about international travel…”

“It’s a bit odd, though, isn’t it?” Joslyn mumbles, resting her chin on her hands. “That Hogwarts might be hosting it again after all these years.”

You sit back, staring out the window. Suddenly the quidditch season feels very small. “The last time they did was with Harry Potter, wasn’t it?” Joslyn nods. You take a long look around the common room that once held the world’s most famous wizard and his friends. Legends once sat where you sit, flew where you flew.

“I want…” you take a deep breath, voicing what you’ve kept buried deep down for so long. “I want to be great. I want to be like him.”

Joslyn chuckles, reaching out to pat your arm. “I’m afraid you lack the emotional baggage, dear.”

You force a laugh as well, knowing that it’s true. Of course you don’t want to go through the same pain he did, but is it too much to ask to be remembered for something?

           Maybe the Triwizard Tournament – the first since 1994 – will be the way to do it.

--

           As soon as the quidditch season ends, the rumors are confirmed.

           You’re too upset still about Ravenclaw winning the championship to act as excited as everyone else, but you can’t help but ooh and ah over the arrival of students from other schools. In fact, amidst your initial shock over the fact that this is actually happening and eyeing a couple of the Durmstrang boys, you nearly forget about Taehyung. For the first few days, you experience blissful reprieve from his sidelong stares and snarky remarks.

           Until today, that is.

           You’re just packing up and getting ready to leave your potions class when Taehyung sidles up beside you. Grinding your teeth, you continue packing up.

           “You know, I heard a rumor about you the other day.”

           His voice is silky soft, so different from the teasing manner he usually confronts you with. “What’s your angle now, Taehyung?” You ask, refusing to look at him as you start heading toward the door.

           Taehyung keeps up easily, rushing ahead of you to skip up the stairs. “Just curiosity. I want to see if it’s true, that’s all.”

           A few classmates look at the two of you with interest in their eyes, chattering amongst themselves. As you clear the stairs, you pass a huddle of Durmstrang boys. Elbowing Taehyung out of the way, you offer them your prettiest smile.

           “Well?” You ask, cheeks heating when one of the boys smiles back. His eyes follow you down the hallway, and you turn to see if Taehyung is still there.

           He is, just a couple of steps behind you. He’s stuck glaring at the Durmstrang boy, which makes you chuckle. Taehyung faces you again at the sound, eyes wide for a moment before he’s slipping back into his arrogant persona. If you blink, you’ll miss the change.

           “Is it true that you’re going to put your name into the Goblet of Fire?”

           You blink. Not that you’ve announced your intentions to the entire school, but who would pass up on the opportunity? “…why wouldn’t I?” Skirting around a gaggle of Beauxbatons, you don’t miss the way one brunette nudges her friend as Taehyung approaches. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but their pink cheeks and giggles say enough.

           “Ladies,” Taehyung greets, offering them a crooked smile.

           “Hello Tae,” the brunette croons. You raise your brows at the interaction, laughing to yourself as you pause beside the group. The girls observe you with open curiosity, and you wonder if any of the Hogwarts girls have befriended them. Perhaps they feel too insecure to do so, when they all look like models.

           Patting Taehyung’s shoulder, you offer them a sickly sweet smile. “He’s not worth it, trust me. But those guys,” you turn to point at the Durmstrang boys you smiled at earlier, “were actually just talking about how pretty you are.”

           The brunette goes to open her mouth, but Taehyung beats her to it. “That’s sweet Fire, but these are women. They want a man who looks past the surface. Isn’t that right, Adélie?”

           It would appear that the brunette’s name is Adélie, because she’s the one that answers. “Tae, I didn’t realize-”

           “You’re right, Tae,” you spit out his nickname, turning to face him completely now. He runs a hand through his hair, his crooked smile only growing. “They want a man, any ideas on where to find one?”

           Adélie clears her throat, but it’s lost on you as Taehyung laughs drily, stepping toward you. “You’re looking at one, sweetheart.”

           “Excusez-moi, but I think class is starting soon-”

           “Really? All I see is a boy playing dress-up.” You lift your chin up, looking directly into those dangerously dark eyes. Taehyung tilts his head, eyes boring into your soul.

           “Don’t lie, you see exactly what I want you to see.”

           “Is that so?” You mimic him, also tilting your head to one side. Your hair cascades around your shoulders at the movement, and you watch as Taehyung eyes track your every breath. “What, exactly, am I supposed to be seeing then?” The hallway is getting quieter, but you assume that’s because you’re so focused on Taehyung that you can’t focus on anything else.

           For a moment you watch his chest rise and fall. When you realize that you’re torn between shoving it and falling against it, you take a step back. Startled, you look up to see his eyes no longer on yours but glued to your mouth.

           “I-” the words get caught in his throat, refusing to cooperate. Taking a deep breath, he goes to try again.

           “Oi!” Both of you jump as a voice comes ringing down the hallway, and you turn to see your potions professor, Professor Davies walking your way. “What are you two doing? Aren’t you supposed to be in your next class?”

           Breaking out of your reverie, you look around the hallway to see it empty. Taking another step away from Taehyung, you scramble for an explanation. “I- uh,” you take a few steps back, scratching the back on your head. “We were just-”

           “We were just talking,” Taehyung mumbles from where he’s still frozen.

           Professor Davies blinks at you, eyes darting back and forth between you and Taehyung. He scratches at his beard, contemplating. “You two…talk?”

           “No!” You shout.

           “Yes,” Taehyung replies, frowning at you. “Er…sometimes. About potions.”

           This is even harder for your professor to believe. “About potions? I never took you for a potions fanatic, Fire.”

           “I’m her tutor, that’s why.”

           You go utterly still, staring at Taehyung like he’s grown a second head. The boy simply stares right back, daring you to refute his claim. When Professor Davies turns to you with a questioning gaze, you shrug your shoulders.  

“He’s annoying, but good at potions. And what with N.E.W.T.s this year…” you trail off, looking up at your professor with bated breath. The last thing you want is for points to be taken from Gryffindor because you were busy having an argument with Taehyung.

To your eternal horror, Professor Davies looks utterly delighted. Clapping his hands together, he strolls over to pat Taehyung on the back. “What a splendid idea!” He shouts, making Taehyung wince and you snicker. You pretend to not notice the glare he sends your way.

“You really think so?” You ask hesitantly. “It was really more of a oh I’ll help you with your notes kind of thing anyways, not super honest if you ask me, but hey, he wanted to help.”

“Is that true, Taehyung?” Professor Davies frowns at his star student. “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

“No, it doesn’t, does it?” Taehyung’s eyes continue in their task of murdering you with a single look before he’s addressing the professor again. “We were actually just discussing what we could possibly do to take tutoring to the next level.”

Professor Davies grins, grabbing a bundle of keys from his pocket and jingling them in the air. “Mind if I make a few suggestions?”

--

“You what?” Joslyn nearly chokes on her dinner when you tell her the news. “Is this supposed to be some sort of joke?”

Groaning, you let your head fall into your hands. “No! I’m dead serious!”

It’s at this moment that Jin strolls in, eyes lingering on the Ravenclaw table until he nearly crashes into your own table. Laughing, you scoot over to make room for him. “Something caught your eye?”

Jin’s ears are a little red, but he’s quick to shake his head. “Er…no. No, not at all. Why, what’s going on?”

Joslyn beats you to the punch, leaning across the table to whisper excitedly, “Fire’s got a tutor for potions now, guess who it is?”

Jin looks at you with a half-smile before it slips into a look of horror. “No, don’t tell me it’s-”

“Taehyung!” Joslyn whisper-shrieks. “This idiot somehow managed to get herself roped into evening tutoring sessions with the man she hates the most, can you believe it?”

“Yah, be quiet!” You hiss, looking around defensively. When your eyes travel over to the Slytherin table, you’re relieved to see Taehyung lost in conversation with a worried-looking Jimin. Hopefully he’s got bigger worries on his mind than tutoring you tonight after dinner.

Professor Davies had gifted Taehyung with a copy to the classroom and storage closet key, looking giddy when he explained that we wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up the workstation anymore. No, he’d gifted that riveting opportunity to you two.

“I take your education very seriously, Fire,” he’d said when he handed the key over to Taehyung. “I expect you to carry out at least three sessions a week, understood? I’ll be checking in on you to make sure you’re understanding the material properly.”

You had gulped at the prospect of being stuck in the dungeon classroom for three nights a week with the boy you’d been so desperately trying to avoid this year. “But sir, when are we supposed to have these sessions? We’re both busy, what with the Triwizard tournament and all-”

“Busy? I’m not busy. I’ve got all the time in the world,” Taehyung crooned, looking smug. Professor Davies smiled at his star pupil.

“You can spare an hour after dinner, can’t you?”

Glowering up at the professors that sit at the head of the Great Hall, you wonder what the consequences might be if you skip out on your first night of tutoring. The only thing you want to do is throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, sitting directly in front of the professor’s table.

Indeed, there are a few students that wander up to it throughout dinner, tossing their names in. Scattered applause meets them each time, a few loud cheers coming from the Slytherin table when Park Jimin throws his name in. To be honest, the boy looks sick to his stomach when he sits back down again, but you don’t give it much thought.

“Do you have any parchment?” You ask Joslyn, who shakes her head. “I need a quill. Jin?” Your met with another shake of the head. Sighing, you get up from the table and head toward the exit.

Most of the classrooms are locked by this time of night, but you’re sure you can find some parchment somewhere without having to go all the way back to the common room. Determined to submit your name tonight, you don’t hear footsteps behind you until an all too familiar voice calls out to you.

“Eager for our first lesson I see.”

Jaw clenching, you whip around to face Taehyung, stumbling back when you see how close he is. “AH!” You clutch your chest in an effort to calm your beating heart. “Why are you following me?!”

Taehyung chuckles, shifting on his feet. You notice that he’s not wearing his robes anymore, opting to fold them over his arm. You haven’t seen him very often in just his button down shirt and tie.

Perhaps that’s a good thing.

“Last I checked, we have a session tonight, don’t we?” Taehyung feigns offense. “Don’t tell me you already forgot.”

Practically spitting fire at him by now, you turn on your heel and resume your desperate search for parchment. “How could I possibly forget when you live to remind me?”

Taehyung’s deep laugh has no amusement in the sound, sending shivers down your spine. “You know, I think this is the most we’ve ever spoken in a single day.”

“Is it as horrible an experience for you as it is for me?” When it’s silent, you glance over your shoulder to see Taehyung already looking at you, just three steps behind. “No?”

“I would have used the word atrocious, but sure.”

Snorting, you try another classroom only to find it locked. “I wasn’t aware that your vocabulary stretched that far.” Pushing against the door, you take out your wand, deciding that unlocking it magically might be worth the consequences instead of continuing this mad search.

Taehyung reaches out, lowering your wand. “What are you doing?”

“Getting parchment so I can throw my name into the Goblet of Fire, what does it look like I’m doing?”

“Er…breaking into a classroom? When I literally have a key to one?” He pulls the key out of his pocket for effect, nodding back at the hallway. “Potions classroom is this way, darling.”

Offering him a saccharine smile, you make sure to step on his foot as you turn to walk down the hallway. “My hero.”

--

Taehyung doesn’t know what was going through his head when he claimed to be your potions tutor, but he certainly wasn’t expecting this to be the outcome.

Following you around like a lost puppy while you rush to the potions classroom, sighing when he takes too long to open the door. You head straight toward the workstation, ripping off a bit of parchment and dipping a quill in ink.

Taehyung watches as you carefully write out your name, a little surprised to see your actual name for once. He’s gotten so used to calling you Fire that he almost forgot your actual name.

“Ok!” You blow on the parchment, hoping to dry the ink faster. “Now-”

“Now we study,” Taehyung interjects. He crosses his arms, smirking at your confused expression.

“No, now I go submit my name for the Triwizard tournament!”

“Cute, but no.” He gestures to a desk at the front of the classroom. “Take a seat. Let’s begin.”

--

“You-”

“Watch your tone.” Taehyung traces the rim of the cauldron with one long, deft finger and arches a brow. “Now, shall we start again?”

You glare at the boy, red coloring your vision. Taehyung doesn’t waver under your gaze, simply waiting for you to begin again. This tutoring session has turned into an all-out verbal brawl.

Eventually, you glance at the clock on the wall and sigh. “It’s getting late,” you mumble, hoping to appeal to his softer side.

“Funny, I don’t recall asking for the time.”

Oh, right. He doesn’t have a softer side.

Rookie mistake.

“You...” you look around for something to throw at him, but realize that you’ll get into more trouble if you start throwing random objects at the Potions professor’s star student. Finally, you land on the sight of his green and silver tie. “You look hideous in green.”

Taehyung’s marble-like expression cracks as he gasps, shock written on his face. “Well you look horrible in red!”

You jump up from your seat, gathering up your books in a rush. “That’s it! I- I can’t stand you!” Nearly tripping over the desk behind you, you make for the door.

“Oh-ho, that’s rich coming from you,” Taehyung has also risen from his seat, and now rushes toward the door in order to block off your exit. “You think I wanted to get stuck down here, tutoring some arrogant Gryffindor that doesn’t even know how to brew a simple Sleeping Draught?”

You’re close to the door now, reaching for the knob just as Taehyung jumps in front of you and presses his back to the door. He’s panting, and you realize that you must be, too.

Black hair mussed, eyes wide as he stares down at you. His mouth is half-open, ready to come up with some stupid insult just to annoy you.

And there’s that stupid freckle on his nose that you can’t help but always notice.

“I am done, Taehyung. Done. What don’t you understand about that? I still have to put my name into the Goblet of Fire, I have homework from transfiguration to take care of-”

“I’ll do it.”

You blink, not quite sure you heard what you did. “You- what? No, I’m not asking for homework help, I’m leaving.”

Taehyung doesn’t budge, and it’s only now that it strikes you how much taller he is than you. You’ve only ever looked down on him before, glaring at him from your broom as he jeers in the stands.

“No, you’re not.” His voice has dropped, matching the dark interior of the dungeons. It draws you in, making you sway on your feet. “We finish the job, and then you can run away to your little tower.”

You take a single step back and watch as Taehyung steps forward, never letting you move out of reach. But he doesn’t touch you. No, despite the way his hands are fidgeting at his sides, he doesn’t reach out to you.

His eyes reflect what you see: an invisible line, drawn between the two of you for years now.

You- you want to cross it.

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you take another step back and grin savagely when he mirrors your movement once more.

“We finish the job,” you parrot his words, “And then you can crawl back to your dungeon.”

The wooden edge of your desk presses into your back as you realize that you’ve retreated all the way back to where you began. Taehyung steps up closer, invading your space as he reaches behind your back.

He’s so close it’s suffocating, like his very presence sucks up all the air in the room. You need oxygen, and you’re afraid that the only way to get it is through him.

Taehyung produces the cauldron from where you’d left it on the desk, pressing it into your hands with a smug look.

“With pleasure.”

In the end, it takes you over an hour to brew the Sleeping Draught. You nearly knock the cauldron over at one point, feeling extra jumpy around Taehyung. He doesn’t say anything when you faulter, opting to reach out and steady the cauldron while keeping his eyes trained on the liquid inside. It’s clear he’s lost in his thoughts, sometimes not even hearing you when you ask a question.

By the time you’ve completed the task, you’ve nearly forgotten about the Goblet of Fire. The only thing on your mind is getting out of here as soon as possible. Keen on putting distance between you and Taehyung, you clean the workstation in record time, scurrying out the door as he holds it open for you. By the time you make it up the stairs, you can feel his eyes on your back. The sensation pushes you forward, only stopping when Taehyung calls your name.

“Aren’t you going to put your name in?”

Delving your hands into your pockets, you groan when you realize you must have left the parchment down in the classroom. “I’ll just have to grab it tomorrow,” you say, unwilling to go back into the classroom at this hour.

Taehyung holds up a finger, grabbing something in his pocket and holding it up in the air. “You were in such a rush, it’s no wonder you forgot this.” In his hand is your little strip of parchment with your name on it. He nods down the dark corridor, in the direction of the Great Hall. “Hurry up.”

The hallway is dimly lit, most everyone in their common rooms by this hour of the night. Even though Professor Davies has provided you with a signed paper to provide to any nosy prefects, you can’t help but sneak down the hallway as quietly as possible.

By the time you make it to the Great Hall, your shoulders slump in defeat. “It’s late, Taehyung,” you murmur. “It’s closed now. I’ll just do it in the morning.” Reaching for the parchment he still holds in his hands, you sigh in annoyance when he pulls away.

“Hang on a second, I doubt it’s locked.”

“Taehyung, I’m tired, and I still have to walk clear back to the common room.”

“We’re doing this tonight.”

You roll your eyes, padding after him. “We? Quit being such a brat, and-” your words fall flat when Taehyung presses against the doors and they swing open.

“See?” He looks back at you with a boyish grin. “Told you they wouldn’t be locked.”

The fire coming from the Goblet illuminates Taehyung’s smile, making you pause. His smile falters as you gawk, eventually falling as he grows confused.

“What?”

You shake your head, attempting to snap out of it. “Nothing.” Snatching the ripped parchment from his fingers, you march forward. “You’re just an idiot, that’s all.”

“So eloquent.”

Taehyung remains by the doors as you march toward the Goblet, heart beginning to pound. By the time you finally make it to the outer ring, you hesitate. For some reason, you look back over your shoulder, suddenly wishing you were doing this surrounded by your friends rather than an empty room.

Taehyung’s somber expression doesn’t change, but the way he offers you a little nod gives you all the encouragement you need to step into the ring.

You can feel the age wards passing over you, inspecting you. It’s enough to make you hold your breath, but when nothing happens, you take a shaky step forward. It’s followed by another and another, until you’re standing before the famed Goblet of Fire.

Taking a moment to think of all those who came before you, who put their names into the Goblet and were chosen, you smile.

It’s now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you rise on your tippy-toes and toss your name into the fire. You gasp as it glows blue, accepting the offering before settling back into its reddish hue.

Whirling around with a victorious smile, you jump out of the circle and speed back to Taehyung. He watches your every step, a contemplative look in his eye. When you come to a stop before him, he doesn’t speak. He only observes you for a moment before turning on his heel and disappearing into the hallway.

You follow after him, surprised when he doesn’t turn to head toward the Slytherin common room. Instead of questioning it, however, you simply fall into line beside him, allowing the silence of the castle to wrap around you.

The walk back to the Gryffindor common room is over in a flash, Taehyung never leaving your side as he walks with you through the dark castle. It’s strange, this silence. Almost companionable.

When you make it the final staircase before the portrait of the Fat Lady, Taehyung only goes halfway up the stairs before stopping. You carry on, somehow understanding that this is where his silent vigil ends. It’s only when you’ve whispered the password to the portrait and it swings open that you realize you haven’t said goodnight.

Turning around to bid Taehyung goodnight, the words die out when you see him.

He’s leaning up against the railing, robes still folded over his arm. You hadn’t noticed before, but his tie is loosened and his hair is a mess. He looks up at you with tired eyes, not moving.

Something stirs in your heart, nearly making you call out to him. He looks impossibly soft, so unlike the nuisance of a boy you’ve known all these years. Say something, you chide. Anything.

But instead you turn around, and head inside.

It isn’t until later, when you’re lying in bed staring up at the ceiling that you manage to breathe out the words you’d wanted to say. Joslyn’s soft snores fill up the room, but you turn on your side to stare out at the star-studded sky.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

--

The two of you fall into a pattern over the next few days. Annoyed banter after dinner, locked away in the potions classroom as you labor over different draughts and mixes. Veiled threats that morph into quiet walks back to the Gryffindor common room.

You’re growing to look forward to your study sessions with him when you realize that tonight won’t be like the other nights. Tonight, the Triwizard champions will be decided.

The Great Hall is packed to the brim with students, and despite Joslyn whispering something to you, you can’t quite focus. Your eyes are on the Goblet of Fire, silently pleading with it.

“Are you even listening to me?”

You blink, tearing your gaze away long enough to catch sight of Joslyn’s amused expression. “Erm…yes?”

“Well then, what did I just say to you?”

Your cheeks flush pink, and you chuckle nervously. “Oh, uh…”

“Just as I thought. Pay attention!” Flicking your forehead, Joslyn laughs at your wounded expression. “I’m talking to you about the Yule ball, you idiot!”

“The Yule…”

“Who do you hope asks you?”

Blanching, you fumble for an answer. “Uh, how about…I don’t know there’s that cute Ravenclaw…”

Joslyn arches a brow. “Namjoon? The dude’s about as coordinated as a mermaid on land. That’s who you want to take you to the Yule ball? Where there’s dancing?”

“I don’t know! I was under pressure, so I said the first name that came to mind!”

Just as Joslyn goes to interrogate you further, the headmaster rises. “Settle down, settle down!” Everyone falls silent, eager to see who will be selected. “The Goblet of Fire is ready.”

It’s a wonder you don’t pass out from holding your breath for so long. Everyone gasps as the Goblet spits out a name, the headmaster taking it into his hand and looking across at the Beauxbatons. “From the Beauxbatons…Adélie Dupont!”

A few moment later another name pops out, the paper a deep red. “For Durmstrang…Alexi Kraft!”

A heavy silence falls over the Great Hall as the Goblet smokes and then spits out the final name. Your heart pounds, leaning on the edge of your seat as you pray for your name to be called. People start whispering as the headmaster looks down at the name, eyebrows raising in surprise. They’re whispering is so loud, competing with the sound of your beating heart, you can hardly hear-

The room erupts into cheers, and you’re rising from your seat with everyone else, grabbing onto Joslyn. “Who did it pick? Who was it?” You ask her frantically. “I didn’t hear, who-”

Your eyes follow to where Joslyn points, and you watch with a sinking feeling as a Hufflepuff girl makes her way to the front. You’re in a daze, plopping back down on the bench.

There’s some commotion, some laughter. Someone says something about Jimin making a fool of himself, going after the Hufflepuff girl, but you’re too dazed to make sense of it. Instead you sit and stare at your shoes.

The feeling you’d been chasing – glory, accomplishment, doing something worthwhile – slips through your fingertips.

Time passes like molasses, and all you can do is sit there frozen with disappointment. Joslyn tries to get your attention, but you just wave her off, mumbling something about getting up in a second. You’re aware of chatter around you, and the Great Hall slowly emptying, but all you do is sit there and wonder what to do now.

Someone crouches down before you, one large hand wrapping around your ankle. Your eyes land on a freckle on the tip of their nose, and you blink a few times to ascertain that you’re really seeing what you’re seeing.

“It’s time to go,” Taehyung says in a voice so gentle you can hardly recognize it. He tilts his head so he can meet your eyes, and you see a lopsided smile on his face that looks so soft you want to cry.

“But I don’t wanna do potions,” you mumble. Taehyung’s little smile grows at the sound of your complaining.

“C’mon, Fire. Indulge me.”

You wonder if you look as miserable as you feel. Surely you must look a sight, to have Kim Taehyung crouched down before you like you’re some sort of five year old. A wave of shame washes over you, have you really been sitting here sulking all night? You should have been cheering for the Hufflepuff girl, when in reality you’ve been in denial.

Taking a deep breath, you allow Taehyung to pull you to your feet. His look of pride has you chewing on the inside of your cheek, but you let him lead you out of the Great Hall. He stands behind you, gently pushing you forward with quiet strength. A few students linger behind, each of them staring at the two of you with amazement. No doubt there will be rumors spreading like wildfire in the morning.

Taehyung walks you to the potions classroom, unlocking the door and quietly ushering you in. Once inside, he rids himself of his robes and sets to work rolling his sleeves up. You watch the flick of his wrists, wondering if you’re living out every teenage witch’s dream in this very moment. Alone in the dungeon classroom with Kim Taehyung, who has his undivided attention set solely on you.

You’re about to make some snarky remark about it when Taehyung looks your way, his hair falling into his eyes. Just like that, you’re transported back to third year. Losing to Slytherin in quidditch, and Taehyung watching you as you failed. Deriving amusement out of your shame, sending you spiraling into a desire to prove yourself ever since.

Here you are, four years later. There’s nothing left to prove. No more chances to make a name for yourself outside of the one Taehyung coined for you.

He’s there, for every failure.

The fact that you’re never going to win settles over you, sinking into your bones until you’re drowning with it. As Taehyung opens his mouth to say something to you, all you can hear is the sound of the students in the Great Hall cheering for a Triwizard champion that isn’t you.

--

“You’ll probably want to take those off,” Taehyung motions at your robes. “We’ve got a lot of work to do, and I wouldn’t want your robes to get ruined.”

He’s surprised when you numbly you obey him, draping your robes over the nearest table. Once he notes that you’re ready to go, Taehyung lists off a few ingredients for you to grab. Again, you do so wordlessly.

Rather than sit there and watch you moving about the classroom, he decides to busy himself with pulling up the correct ingredient instructions and setting up the worktable. His mind is busy going twenty different directions; mainly thinking about the consequences of his actions should he be found out.

“Ready?” He asks when you reappear at his side, laying down the ingredients. You nod, still not saying a word. Ignoring the pang of worry that cuts through him, Taehyung nudges you with his elbow and musters his best annoying smirk. “What, you’re not even going to cuss me out for not telling you what we’re up to?”

Shrugging, you fiddle with the front of your sweater. “Just tell me.”

Grabbing the book and placing it in front of your nose, Taehyung waits for your eyes to focus in on the name of the potion before speaking. “Felix Felicis. Also known as ‘Liquid Luck’. Have you heard of it?”

Your eyes widen in recognition, and for a moment the disappointed expression on your face is replaced with confusion. “Isn’t that like, illegal to brew?”

“Illegal is a strong word. Try…discouraged.” Your dry laugh gives Taehyung a bit of extra hope. “So, to begin, we’ll need to add Ashwinder egg and horseradish to the cauldron, putting it on low.”

“Taehyung.”

“You remember how to put the cauldron on low heat, right? It’s just a simple incendio spell-”

“Taehyung, I don’t think…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” He knows he’s rambling, but he can’t help it. He can’t stop it when you’re looking like that. He just wants to make it better. “While you take care of that, I’ll get the squill bulb and juice it. See here, it says to stir vigorously, so be prepared for that as soon as I get the bulb juiced, alright?”

“Taehyung!” You take the book from him, forcing him to look at you. Your eyes are wide, and to Taehyung’s horror, they’re filling up with tears. “Stop it!”

He opens his mouth only to close it again, resembling a fish out of water. “I- I just want to help-”

“There’s nothing left to help!” You shout, making him wince. “I missed my chance, alright? I don’t want your pity, so stop looking at me like that!”

“Pity? You think this is pity?” Taehyung rubs his hands over his face, wondering if this is all just a bad dream. “I don’t pity you, Fire, I just want to make it better!”

The hurt from earlier turns to anger as you laugh. There’s no warmth in the sound, and for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, Taehyung feels a chill in the dungeons. “A bottle of luck isn’t going to make everything ok again! Why are we even keeping up this façade anymore? It’s not like anybody’s watching! Just- just leave me alone!” Your voice breaks, sending Taehyung into a whirlwind of emotions. He can see you on the other side, but he can’t quite reach you, no matter how hard he tries.

Why can’t he just pull you into his arms?

“Fire,” he begins softly, as though speaking to a wounded animal. “Just tell me what’s going on. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s broken, right?”

“Why.”

Taehyung blinks, taken aback by your icy tone. “Why, what?”

Despite being taller than you, Taehyung suddenly feels very small as you glare up at him. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Sucking in a sharp breath, you snarl, “What do you even want from me, Taehyung?”

Those final words echo through his head like a gong. What do you even want from me? He’s stunned into silence as he sees a tear slip down your cheeks, followed quickly by another.

“Fire, I…wait, where are you going?”

You’re already marching toward the door, practically ripping in off its hinges in the process. “Out.”

“Wait, we just need a second to breathe, come back-”

Turning on your heel, Taehyung watches as your knuckles turn white clutching the edge of the door. Your voice trembles as you try to contain yourself long enough to speak.

“I can’t win, Tae.” The nickname makes him stumble forward, his body begging him to close the distance between you two. “We lost the quidditch season. My n-name didn’t get pulled out of the Goblet. My friends are talented – I mean, look at Jungkook! One of the best seekers Hogwarts has seen in a long time. And then Jin just had to be captain and Head Boy at the same time, because he’s good at everything he does. Everyone loves Joslyn, I swear she even has that Yeonjun kid half in love with her.”

He’s moving closer now, coming to a stop before you. His hand reaches out to rest atop yours against the door frame. Despite the circumstances, Taehyung can’t help but feel a bolt of electricity as he feels your warm hand under his.

“A-and then you’re this potions genius that has half the school swooning and the other half envying you. But no matter what I do,” you wipe away your tears angrily, huffing when pushes your hand away to gently wipe the tears on his own. As you look up at him with you wide, teary eyes, Taehyung knows the picture of you will be burned into his memory for a long time to come.

“No matter what I do,” you repeat, quieter this time. Almost like the fight has gone out of you. “You’re always there to see me fail.”

When you pull you hand out from under his, Taehyung knows he lost. He reaches out to you, but you’ve already retreated back a few steps. “Fire, you’re not a failure.” You’ve turned around now, already halfway up the stairs. Why can’t he move?

“Fire, please don’t leave. I know I’m an idiot, can’t we agree on that and move past this?”

But you’re already gone.

--

You don’t speak to Kim Taehyung after that, and he doesn’t speak to you. Students whisper amongst themselves in your shared potions class when you walk in, but you pay them no mind. Instead, you throw yourself into your studies.

Your short time with Taehyung’s tutoring sessions prove to be quite helpful when papers and exams pop up. You suppose you should thank him, but your throat closes up every time you see him.

Weeks pass, and the first trial approaches. People buzz with the ideas of what it may be, but you don’t participate in the gossip. You’re not sure if you’ve ever spent so much time in the library before, nose shoved into some random book. You don’t even notice one evening when a certain Slytherin approaches your table in the library, dropping off a set of Gryffindor robes and walking away before you’ve even looked up.

You turn just in time to see familiar black curly hair rounding a corner before turning back to the robes. You realize that they must be the set you left behind that night of your argument. Funny, it’s been weeks, but you hadn’t noticed that they’d gone missing.

Later that night, when you make it back to your room, you throw the robes onto your bed only for a slip of paper to flutter out. Double checking that Joslyn is asleep, you grab it and read what it says.

For the days you feel down on your luck.

-       KTH

Eyes widening, you feel along the inside of the robes, holding your breath. When you come across something small and hard, you pause. Then, you pull out the small vial with transparent, silvery liquid.

Felix Felicis.

“So he brewed it after all,” you mumble. Joslyn stirs in her bed at the sound of your voice, but by the time she opens her eyes, you’ve hidden the vial in your nightstand drawer.

“Fire? You going to bed?”

“Yeah, Jos. Goodnight.”

She smiles sleepily at you. “Night.”

--

The first trial passes. You went to it, enjoying it just as much as everyone else. It was a pleasant surprise to see the Hufflepuff girl win, retrieving the golden egg from her dragon the fastest. However, as the weeks progressed, you began to wish you could face a dragon rather than what lay before you.

The Yule Ball.

Hogwarts was alight with giddy teenagers, each of them dying for someone to ask them to the dance. You keep your head down as you hurry through the halls, simultaneously hoping that you’ll blend in with the wall and wishing that someone might ask you to the ball.

Joslyn is nearly bouncing off the walls when she comes to dinner the night before the ball, whispering to you about how Yeonjun asked her to the dance.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” you choke out, glancing sidelong at the Slytherin boy who chatters animatedly with his friends.

“Neither was I! But I can’t wait. I’ve been wanting to go out with him all year.”

This takes you by complete surprise. “Y-you have? I thought you hated him!”

Joslyn smirks at you, nudging your side. “It’s a thin line between love and hate, you know.”

Eyes still trained on the Slytherin table, you find yourself looking for the dark-haired boy that so often occupies your thoughts. “Huh.” He’s not there, which shouldn’t bother you, but it does. “Do you really think so?”

--

The day of the Yule ball is a flurry of silks and glass, people rushing to and fro with last minute preparations. You help Joslyn get ready, her smile contagious when she looks at herself in the mirror.

“You sure you don’t want to come? You don’t have to have a date, you know. Plenty of people are going stag.”

In reality, you want nothing more than to go to the dance. But you hide your frown, shrugging instead. “Gotta study for N.E.W.T.s anyways. Just let me know how it goes, alright?”

Joslyn studies your features for a moment before leaning in to give you a hug. “I’ll be there for you if you decide to come, alright? I mean, if I were you I wouldn’t want to miss it. Word on the street is Beomgyu asked the Beauxbatons champion to the ball. What a pair.”

You can’t help but laugh at the idea, appalled that Adélie went from Taehyung to 4th year Beomgyu. Of course, she probably wanted nothing to do with Taehyung after your scene in the hallway all those months ago.

“Maybe I’ll pop in later,” you supply. Joslyn grins, snapping her fingers as she remembers something.

“Oh! Just in case you do decide to go…” she produces a silver dress, holding it up for you to see. “I think this would suit you.”

Mouth agape, you reach out to run your fingertips along the shining fabric. It’s soft to the touch, shimmering like the night sky. “It’s…it’s beautiful.”

“See?” Joslyn hangs it up on the post of your bed. “Perfect for you.”

--

You stare at the dress for what feels like hours, until you recall what you have in your nightstand drawer. Grabbing the Felix Felicis out, you hold it up to the light.

You could drink it. Don the beautiful gown and waltz down to the ball, maybe steal the show. Nobody would know that you were actually under the effects of the powerful potion. Maybe you’d manage to catch the eye of a Durmstrang boy.

Or better yet, you might manage to steal Taehyung away from his date.

Not that you know he’s there. You just assume he is, since almost every other 7th year is. No doubt he’s got a beautiful Beauxbatons girl on his arm, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

The thought of it has been driving you mad for weeks, but you bury it down. You have no right to him. Whatever you had going on during the beginning of the year is over.

And yet…the memory of Taehyung silently walking you back to the common room all those nights is enough to make you ache with the thought of what could have been. A second later, you’re pulling the dress from off the hanger.

Twenty minutes later, you’re completely ready to go, long red hair curled to perfection. The only thought on your mind is the Felix Felicis you have in your hand and the boy who brewed it.

--

Taehyung loosens the tie around his neck and pops open the top button of his collar, sighing in relief when cool air soothes his skin. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting the distant sounds of the Yule ball carry him away.

It’s a beautiful winter night. The sky is clear, and the lake is still, proving to be the perfect canvas for the night sky. That’s what Taehyung focuses on, breathing in deep.

He’d gone to the Yule ball alone, hoping against hope that you’d do the same. But you never showed, leaving him lingering by the doorway as the ball carried on. Sure, a few girls wandered up to him and he was half tempted to give in to their requests for a dance, but he couldn’t leave his post in fear of missing you. So he turned them away, wondering to himself why he was waiting for you when you clearly wanted nothing to do with him.

Eventually, he knew he had to call it a night. Feeling extra sorry for himself as he spied his friends enjoying their evening, Taehyung’s feet carried him away until he found himself at the lake.

It’s cold enough now to make him head back inside, but he freezes when he hears a branch break behind him.

“Oh.”

Whirling around, Taehyung finds himself face to face with an angel.

The moonlight bounces off your silver dress, making you glow as you look at him with wide eyes. You hold something in your hands, but your fist is closed around it so he can’t tell what it is.

“You made me Felix Felicis.” It’s not a question, more of an accusation. Taehyung winces, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not interested in another argument, if that’s what you’re here for.”

You shake your head, prowling forward. He has half a mind to get out of your way, but you come to a stop before him, eyebrows furrowed as you repeat the statement. “You gave me liquid luck.”

“…I did.”

“And pressed my robes before returning them.”

He blinks; he didn’t think you’d notice. “Yes.”

“A-and you walked me back to the common room after every session.”

Taehyung opens his mouth and closes it again, unsure of what he’s supposed to do in this situation. He still wants to reach out and touch you, even though he knows he’ll be burned. “Of course I did,” he says quietly.

You jab a finger in his chest, making him sway back on his feet. “You…you didn’t go to the ball.”

“No. I couldn’t.” Slowly, he flattens your hand against his chest. “You know I couldn’t.”

--

You can feel Taehyung’s racing heart as he flattens your hand against his chest. “You know I couldn’t,” he confesses.

You didn’t mean to end up here. No, you had marched straight to the Yule ball, determined to take a swig of the potion and try your luck. However, as you held the vial in your hands, you couldn’t help but feel that you needed to be rid of Kim Taehyung once and for all.

So you went where you thought you should: to the lake. Determined to throw the liquid luck deep inside, never to be seen again. It was too much of a temptation for you, and it was a reminder of the boy that broke your heart before you even realized he had it.

When you saw him standing before the lake, you wanted to cry. Then you wanted to scream.

Now, you just want.

“Don’t say that,” you order. “Quit trying to confuse me.”

Taehyung doesn’t smirk like you expected him to, instead he’s venturing a step closer until he’s towering over you. The moonlight filters through his hair, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance.

“Are you really that dense?”

You gasp, trying to pull back from him in vain as his free hand grabs your arm, keeping you locked in close. “I am not dense-”

“I have loathed you since I first laid eyes on you,” Taehyung seethes, his gentle demeanor is replaced by fiery anger. “Nobody has ever made me sicker or more frustrated than you. You truly have a talent for pissing people off, did you know that?”

“Likewise.”

His eyes glint at your response. “I don’t know why I did any of those things,” he hisses. “You’ve never done anything for me, hardly ever acknowledge my existence unless it’s to tear me down, and yet I can’t stand being apart from you.” He’s panting now, a wild, desperate look in his eyes that you’re sure you reflect.

He so achingly close, you hate yourself for leaning closer. He does the same, his body warmth seeping into you as he maintains his grip.

“You’re stubborn, selfish, and oblivious. I hate how you have to win at everything, and the way you never believe anything I say to you. I hate how you keep me awake at night when you’re fast asleep without a care in the world,” Taehyung’s words sear through you, and you grab onto his arm to keep your balance. “You never leave my head, just get out of my head for once in your life, Fire, leave me alone!”

His words echo across the lake, too loud for this quiet night. Staring up into his eyes, you see the invisible line you’ve never dared to cross.

There’s too many things you need to say, too many things you need to scream at him. But the only thing that comes out is, “Yeah, well, I hate you, too.”

Shock crosses his features before a crooked grin etches its way onto Taehyung’s face. You can’t help but trace his smile with the tip of your finger. He holds his breath as you do so, blissfully unaware that you can feel his heart thundering against his chest. When you drop your hand from his face, he immediately leans forward, lips mere centimeters from yours.

His eyes are still on yours, that familiar gaze deep enough to swim in. When you feel his hands coming around to trail down the line of your jaw, you let out a shuddery breath.

“Taehyung,” you utter.

He closes his eyes at the sound of his name on your lips. He’s never heard it spoken so gently before, it’s enough to make him want to crumple to the ground. When he finally opens his eyes again, they’re swimming with emotion.

“Please.”

He sounds broken as the word leaves his mouth, but you know what he’s asking for. With one final look into his eyes, you close the distance.

The second your lips meet, Taehyung’s arms encircle you in his grasp and pull you impossibly closer. The kiss is messy and hurried, quickly becoming a battle that has no stakes. Your hands run through his hair and down his chest, frantically touching him after seven years of keeping your distance. Taehyung gasps into your mouth when you pull in his hair, pulling away long enough to breathe and see for himself that this is really happening.

His wet lips and mussed hair are enough to make you weak, accidentally stepping back. He doesn’t let you get far, though, scooping you up and holding you against him. “Again,” he quietly demands, and you give in, lips meeting his with renewed vigor.

Eventually his kisses turn deeper, softer. Sounds begin to filter in, the distant music lighting on your ears as Taehyung plants wet kisses along the bottom of your jaw. “Taehyung,” you whisper. He grunts against your skin in response, making you chuckle. “I just realized something.”

He pulls away, eyes half-closed as he plants a tender kiss on the corner of you mouth. “What might that be?”

“The Felix Felicis, it worked.”

Taehyung stills, fear crossing his expression. “It…wait, you…you drank it? Today? So this…?” He steps away from you as though scalded. “You didn’t really mean to come here and talk to me, it was the stupid potion-” His ranting is cut off by the sound of your laughter, and he turns to you, offended. “This isn’t funny!”

Waving him off, you pull the vial out of the little clutch you dropped it in earlier. “Look, you idiot. I didn’t drink it.” You watch as Taehyung’s shoulders deflate, and step forward to wrap your arms around his middle. Your cheeks heat as he immediately plants a kiss atop your head. “I was going to drink it, but then I realized it wasn’t a good idea. So I came to the lake to throw it in.”

“To throw it- are you kidding me?!” Taehyung’s voice is shrill now, and he pulls away to look at you with wild eyes. “I spent three weeks perfecting that thing, and you were going to throw it in the lake?!”

“But Tae-”

“That’s it, I take it all back. Give me the potion, since you clearly can’t be trusted with it.”

“Taehyung!” You grip the boy’s chin, glaring up at him. “I’m telling you it worked! It led me straight here to you, didn’t it? You’re it. You’re my luck.”

Taehyung blinks, processing his words. Under the pale moonlight, his flushed cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink. “Oh.”

You also grow embarrassed as he looks at you adoringly. “Er, yeah.”

He grows bolder now. “Aw, I’m your luck? That’s adorable, Fire.”

“Don’t make me chuck this in the lake.”

Taking matters into his own hands, Taehyung wrestles the potion from your grip. Despite your protests, he pops the lid open.

“Wait!” You shout. “What are you doing? We could get in serious trouble-”

“We’ll half it,” Taehyung explains, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “I’m feeling lucky tonight, anyways.” Without another word, he downs half the vile, wincing as he smacks his lips. “There! Now you drink.”

He brings the vial to your lips, the action feeling unnecessarily intimate. Slowly, you drink the rest of the liquid. A tingling feeling covers your entire body, making you shiver. Suddenly feeling giddy, you grin up at Taehyung. He grins back, looking nothing short of a maniac.

“Are you cold? Let’s head back inside, crash this party. Who knows, maybe something amazing will happen.”

You do just that, walking back into the Yule ball hand in hand. A few students nearly trip when they see you two, but you pay them no mind. Taehyung leads you to the center of the dance floor, taking you in his arms and beginning to sway.

Nothing special happens. It’s just the two of you, dancing under the faerie lights until the last student has returned to their common room. When the music ends for the night, Taehyung picks up a tune, humming it to you.

The next morning, when students were gossiping about the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry that had shown up in style at the Yule ball, you realized that maybe the potion did work after all. What luck, to end up together.

Grinning at Taehyung from across the Great Hall at breakfast, you shrugged off people’s questions and opted for a healthy serving of scrambled eggs. You hummed a happy tune to yourself, listening to Joslyn give her report about her date with Yeonjun.

A few moments later the owls flew in with their daily mail, and you were surprised to receive a letter yourself. Frowning, you ripped open the envelope to see a small strip of parchment inside.

Groaning, you threw the parchment down. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Joslyn quickly picked it up and read it aloud.

Potions classroom, 8:30 pm. Don’t be late.

-       Tae-tutor

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[eleni-cherie]

✨BTS FANFIC MASTERLIST✨

Masterlist of all my BTS stories! Will get updated whenever there's a new story!

Enjoy xx

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Seokjin

private affair✨|| ksj au [COMPLETED]

“I just need someone to talk to.” "It’s alright. I can still be your private affair.” He was desperate for company. She got paid by the hour.

hooker au / rich au / drama student jin / rich guy jin / slowburn / s2f2l / a, f, h

Yoongi

8 mile✨ || myg au [COMPLETED]

"Thanks to you I could make my dream come true." First time Yoongi laid eyes on her was eight years ago, at a rap battle in a rundown club. How could they know the effect they would have on each other ever since?

musician au / producer yoongi / slowburn / s2f2l / a, f, h

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg [COMPLETED]

"So eager to be in a headlock again?" "Only if it's by you." He thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. But his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

[sequel to "among thieves" - can be read independently!]

thief au / gangster comedy / thief yoongi / slowburn / s2l / sexual tension / a, f, h

Jimin

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED]

"What even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?" About two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. And a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

thief au / gangster comedy / thief jimin / slowburn / f2l e2l ex2l / sexual tension / a, f, h

Taehyung

polaris ✨|| bts • kth au [COMPLETED] 

" You brought the stars from the sky right to my skin." And it all started with an astronomy book.

art college au / music & cinema student taehyung / slowburn / s2l / a, f, h

lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au [COMPLETED]

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?” Maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club. 

single parents au / single dad taehyung / slowburn / s2f2l / a, f, h

a thief's origin ✨ || bts • kth [COMPLETED]

"you're afraid I won't wait." "I'm afraid you will." a criminal and a doctor should be as different as the sun and the moon - but unexpected things happened every day. like him finding his safe haven in her.

[prequel to "among thieves" - can be read independently!]

thief au / gangster comedy / thief taehyung / slowburn / s2f2l / sexual tension / a, f, h

Jungkook

agents' secrets ✨ || bts • jjk [ONE-SHOT] coming soon

"please, don't shoot me for this." about two interpol agents assigned to catch a pack of thieves. and a dicey secret to share.

[one-shot to "among thieves" - can be read independently!]

interpol agent au / action comedy / agent jungkook / slowburn / cw2f2l / a, f, h

[sxdmoonchxld]

Proven Wrong | KTH

Taehyung x reader

Words: 4k+

Genre: smut

Warnings: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Very Big Dick Tae, Like Scary Big, Like Gut Splitting Big, Unrealistic Sex, Belly Bulge, Bad Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Gets A Little Dubious Consent Towards The End

Summary: You call his dick small. He proves that it’s not, by wrecking your pussy ;)

a/n: again i use to be lizardsocial. this was my most popular story on here so im bringing it back as well. i think you can find the original one on here somewhere. i don’t expect it to get half as many notes it did the first time but thas okai. i’ve edited kinda heavily so it's a little different from the original. its filthier. anywhos. Enjoy!

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Loud music blasted throughout your apartment, the rumbling bass from the speakers reverberated through your bedroom walls. Pictures and posters rippled with each vibration, struggling to retain their original position. You groaned in annoyance, you honestly thought your request was quite simple. Just a couple of hours. 120 minutes of quietness was all you asked for so that you could study for your upcoming calculus test. He knew how important this exam was to you. He evened 'pinky promise, cross your heart hope to die'. That he would give you the silence needed to stay focused. And everyone knew you don't break a pinky promise.

Even now in your annoyance, his voice still played on a constant loop in your head.

"Oh! Yea ___, not a problem. I can keep it quiet for you. So don't you worry a hair on your pretty little head!" Taehyung had said, waving his hand in the air feigning nonchalance.

That cute signature boxy smile of his planted face. You actually thought that for once he would keep his word, and you could get some precious studying time, but no. The tiny 2-bedroom shared apartment was full of heavy jazz music and high-pitched shrieking from what sounded like a cat being skinned alive. Who even listens to jazz music when trying to fuck?

The last thread of patience had now been pulled too thin and finally snapped. Your desire to study was gone with the wind, and in its place, irritability and wrath began to take root. You slammed your laptop closed and threw it to the end of the bed along with your papers and textbook. Jumping out of bed, you stomped your way out of the bedroom, eyes searching frantically for your target.

"Taehyung!" You yelled once you began to process the scene that was in front of you. The living room was in shambles, Taehyung's phone was hooked up to the speaker, the volume loud enough you swore angels in heaven could hear. An empty soda bottle, chip bags and clothes littered the floor. Don't even get you started on the couch pillows! Your one of a kind thrift finds were strewn all over the place. You felt your blood pressure rising, the vein at your temple fattening in rage and pulsing wildly. Your jaw threatening to ache from how hard you were grinding your teeth out of anger.

Your eyes investigated the vicinity for Taehyung and low and behold there he was on the now bare couch. Lying underneath him was the source of the vexatious screeches. He was dry humping on some random chick with his mouth fiercely attached to her neck, deep purple bruises vivid from where you stood across the room. You rolled your eyes at the pair. You knew damn well Taehyung's thin lips and weak thrusts didn't call for all that useless screaming. 

You stomped over to the speaker, your sock padded feet slapping against the hardwood floor, and yanked the cord from the wall. Already the apartment was halfway quiet except for the banshee that was still squawking her head off.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up with all that noise!" You roared, scaring the girl and finally bringing their attention to your heated figure. Taehyung separated his lips from the girl's neck with a wet smack dislodging himself from between her spread thighs.

"Y/n, so nice of you to join us. How is studying going?" Taehyung spoke with a grin plastered on his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach out and slap it off. He knew that you couldn't or anybody for a fact, could study with all the noise that was just previously filling the confines of the apartment. Yet here he was playing with the smidge of patience you had left by trying to simulate naiveté.

"All I asked was for you to be silent so that I could study for my upcoming test, and you said that you would. But instead, I am interrupted by your noisy ass music. Jazz music at that and this bitch here screaming at the top of her lungs!" You growled out between clenched teeth. The female gasped at your words embarrassment transforming her features, while Taehyung sat there with a blank look on his face, apparently unamused with your little rant.

"Oh my! Please excuse my rude roommate Mino. Obviously, her parents forgot to teach her basic manners. Let me walk you to the door." Taehyung spoke his fluffy curls swaying with the shakes of his head. A look of disappointment aimed your way as he began helping her gather her things and walking her to the front door.

"Umm, actually my name is Mina." She corrected Taehyung, but you could see it on his face that he could care less about the girl's name. Taehyung looked at her for a few seconds, as if he was processing the correct information of the girl's name.

"Yeah. Mona, that's what I said, isn't it?" Taehyung deadpanned, pushing her through the front door. Mina huffed at the fact that Taehyung continued to get her name wrong. You observed the pitiful interaction as you began to clean up the mess they made. You could tell from the look in Mina's eyes that she wanted more with Taehyung, but you knew that would never happen. Taehyung was a manwhore, a fuckboy, man thot, whatever the preferred term was. He had a new girl every night, and if he did try the whole "relationship smorgasbord" as he called it. The relationship usually didn't last for more than a week, before he was on to his next conquest.

"Tae?" You questioned meekly.

"Hmm?" He hummed head-turning slightly in your direction.

"Why do you do these things to me." You were genuinely curious as to why he made it his mission to push your every button. This wasn't the first time his action has hindered you from completing an important task. You just didn't understand why he chose to make your life more complicated than it already was.

"Awe is little __ j-jealous?" Taehyung taunted in a high-pitched voice used to entertain babies or puppies.

"Huh?!" You gasped choking on your saliva.  Shit, you almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast you swung your neck to make full eye contact.

"Did you wish that was you, I was grinding on?" Taehyung continued to taunt as he walked into the kitchen to rinse his mouth out with water. That Mina girl had put way too much perfume on her neck. Now he was left with a sour aftertaste in his mouth. It tasted cheap, and Taehyung didn't do cheap.

If he was sincere with himself, he did wish it was you he was giving all his attention instead of these random girls. He considered you cute and innocent, with an air of sexiness. That he was pretty sure you weren't conscious of. In all actuality, Taehyung was smitten with you from the first time he saw when you came to ask about the roommate needed sign he had posted. The cute little freshman with a quirky personality and full of ambition. Those first 10 minutes of meeting you had him sprung like no other.  You were way different from the usual girls he was used to. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise since most just wanted to fuck, have money spent on them. Oh! Of course, the bragging rights, that they actually got to fuck THE Kim Taehyung.

Don't get him wrong, there had been a countless amount of times he had tried to gain your attention. But you were too busy holed up in your room with your pretty little head stuck in a book to give him the time of day. So instead Taehyung reverted back to his middle school ways and chose to torment and irritating you as a way to receive some type of reaction from you. He would take whatever he could get, he was becoming that desperate.

"What exactly did I have to be jealous of? You do know she was faking it right? I didn't think you to be so naive Tae, because you and I both know that them thin ass lips-" You stopped to point at the box that made up his mouth. "And that speck in your pants that you call a dick can't make anyone scream." You declared assuredly, moving your pointer finger down to his crotch. Pride and confidence swelled in your chest at the insult thrown at him. 'Good one __'

Taehyung spat out the water he was swishing around in his mouth and whipped his head in your direction. Did you just stand there and try to insult his manhood? Nah, clearly his hearing had to be a little off, right?

"Excuse me, what did you just say? My ears must be failing me." Taehyung said wiping the stray droplets of water from his mouth, sticking a finger in his ear to loosen the imaginary earwax there. Amused, he sauntered towards you, a ghost of a smirk rising on his face.

"You heard me, Mr.Kim. Your micropenis couldn't pleasure anything but your hand if even that." You said backing up, as he prowled closer to you, his shoulder in a tense bunch raised close to his ears. Any amusement his face could have held was gone, in its place was a dark, unreadable expression. His mouth fixed in a firm line, and the tip of his ears blossomed red. Flames of anger and lust flashing in his chocolate eyes.

"My sweet __, nothing about me is little. I can guarantee that." Taehyung growled out, his already deep voice deepened in tone. You scoffed trying to portray indifference but continued backing away from his advancing until your back made contact with the wall. Shit.

Taehyung placed his hands beside your head, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered softly as you breathe in his rich cologne encased your senses, dark, woodsy with just a hit of a floral note. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your features before settling on your lips. You self-consciously licked them before tucking them between your teeth. Taehyung leaned his face closer to yours.

"Such a pretty little mouth you have. Has anyone told you how troublesome it could be though?" Taehyung questioned, his thumb on his left coming up to your upper lip.

You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, feel your cheeks heat up, and dare you say; a gush of wetness in the seat of your boy shorts.  The sexual tension was too powerful for your weak defences. Against your better judgment, you let your eyes flutter closed, and lips pucker expectantly anticipating the moment his lips would meet yours. Except Taehyung had other plans.

He shifted his head to the right, placing a gentle kiss on the lobe of your ear. Slowly moving his lips up to the outer shell of your ear.

You couldn't help the surprised moan that left your mouth as you unconsciously tilted your head back, offering your neck to his probing advances.

"Would you like me to prove you wrong?" Taehyung challenged in a whisper. His deep voice sending shocks of pleasure zinging down your spine. He trailed his lips down your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the surface. You had to choke back the moan that threatened to escape you at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

"N-no, Taehyung." You panted breathlessly.

"I don't feel like finding my glasses to look at something too small for the naked eye to see." You spoke, resolute on getting in one last insult. Taehyung pulled his face away from your neck, growling at your words.

"Haha, hilarious." He laughed humorously.

He pulled your body away from the wall, hoisted you up over his shoulder with a small grunt, and made his way to his bedroom. Kicking the door open before unceremoniously throwing you on his plush king-sized bed. 'Not good'.

Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed staring at you with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes. His chest heaved heavily with anger or arousal, you weren't sure. But based on the sizable tent in his pants, you could guess the latter.

"Taehyung! I already told you I don't want to see your baby-." You started but was cut off by Taehyung grabbing your ankles and pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, pouncing on you. His lips met yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. The kiss was sensual and firm, but you could tell he was holding back.

Taehyung snaked his hand up your body, and into your hair, giving it a sharp tug. You gasped at the slight pain giving him a clear path to ease his tongue into your mouth, coiling itself around your own, deepening the kiss further. He thoroughly explored your mouth not leaving one surfaced untouched by his tongue, greedily swallowing your needy moans. Fuck he tasted good. Like oranges and burnt sugar.

Taehyung detached from your mouth to remove his shirt and to help you remove your tank top as-well. Your nipples pebbling from the chilly air and arousal. His eyes studied your body, you wanted so badly to shield yourself away from his unwavering stare.

"You're so beautiful. I've waited so long for this." Taehyung whispered before attacking your throat with kisses. You whined out in pleasure, your hips bucking up with every love bite he delivered, your body was aching in need for more.

"Tae. P-please more. G-give me m-more." You keened in between pants of air.

Your hips now undulated in tiny circles as Taehyung trailed his kisses down your neck, to your breast. He sucked and bit the soft skin around your nipple lightly. Soon his tongue gently wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth, while his hand teased the other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. Your moans were increasing in volume, at his assault.

Your legs widened on their own accord, making more room for Taehyung. Your pussy was weeping profusely. The boy shorts you were wearing were thoroughly drenched, and with each movement of your hips, your arousal perfumed the air. Releasing your nipple, he continued his way down your chest, moving his lips across your stomach. Down, down he goes until he's kissing you down to where your torso joins your pelvis. He trained his eyes on you, eager to see your reaction as he pulled your boy shorts off from your body with a wet smack.

"Tell me what you want love. Use your big girl voice for me." Taehyung cooed in a provoking tone. You would have told him to fuck off if it wasn't for his mouth hovering right over your clenching core, his hot breath attacking your pussy lips.

"Cat got your tongue? You sure did have a lot of things to say earlier." Taehyung teased once more. You moaned with each word he said, your hips thrusting upwards, hoping to find his mouth.

"Please! Just touch my pussy, lick it, do something! Stop teasing me!" You urged, bringing your hands up to stimulate your breast, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take. You could feel your essence seeping between your ass cheeks and coating the bed. The dull ache in your stomach was intensifying, and he had barely touched you.

"Mmm, well since you begged nicely." Taehyung replied, wasting no time in attacking your pussy. His broad tongue licked wide strips up against your pussy. Splitting your lips with the appendage with each pass to dip his tongue into your pulsating hole. Your hands found his soft brown hair as your back arched off the bed, pushing your cunt deeper into his face.

"Y-yeahfuck! Like that it's so good!" You whined slurring your words.

Taehyung shifted his probing muscle's attention to your clit, attacking it with kitten licks. You shouted loudly, as your thighs were beginning to shake. The coil in your stomach tightening almost painfully. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, your knees were hitched higher up almost touching your chest in this position.

But this way, he had much more leverage to devour you. The comforter on his bed bunching uncomfortably beneath your ass but at this moment you gave zero fucks. Taehyung had total control now, showing no remorse as your upper body thrashed about on the bed. Your hands were no longer able to reach his hair, so you opted for your own instead, pulling harshly on your roots.

"Fuck, Taehyung!" You wailed shrilly. Taehyung chuckled at the sounds you were making, remembering your words from earlier he couldn't wait to hear what you sounded like taking his dick.

He then rubbed two thick fingers in the abundance of fluids that your pussy was producing and gently eased them into your tight core.

"Not only is baby girl surprisingly noisy, but she's also pretty tight too." You clenched even more around his fingers, your wall throbbing wildly around them.  

"I can't wait to feel you around my dick." Taehyung moaned sucking your clit into his mouth, delivering hard sucks as his fingers pumped into you at a moderate speed. Sadly, the introduction of his fingers was your undoing. You couldn't help as your legs stuck straight in the air. Body arching off the bed and bowed forward as your orgasm hit you like a freight train knocking the wind from your lungs.

Your eyes were shut tightly, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung had a hard time holding you down but continued his assault on your creaming pussy. He slurped as much of your cream as he could, absolutely addicted to the way you tasted.

"T-Tae, stop-p." You called out to him pathetically. Your intense orgasm had passed, but he was still thrusting shallowly inside your tight core, lapping at your clit. The oversensitivity was becoming too much, as you struggled to wiggle away from him. Taehyung withdrew his fingers and ceased his licking with one last kiss on your clit, making you flinch at the contact.

Taehyung beheld your fucked out appearance with pride. Your legs splayed open, displaying your spasming cunt. The way your chest was swiftly rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hair stood up in every direction from your previous pulling, body trembling with aftershocks, and all he did was eat you out and finger you.

"Wow." You mumbled your eyes closing, sleep trying to claim you.

"Oh, nonono. I'm not done with you yet." Taehyung proclaimed, flipping you onto your stomach. He had to admit he was the hardest he had ever been in his life. His pants were now unbearably tight, and a wet spot at the crotch of his pants started to become visible. Taehyung tugged the offending material off hissing as his massive erection made contact with the air, free from being confined. You lifted yourself with jelly arms onto your knees, wanting to see what the commotion was behind you.

You choked on your spit for the second time today, as your eyes made contact with the angry red monster Taehyung called his cock. Not only was he unbelievably thick; a little bigger than your wrist, but he was also long. In his hands was the living definition of a third leg. He was crazy if he actually thought that would fit inside of you?

"Fuck that shit!" You cursed trying to scramble to the headboard of the bed, but Taehyung halted your escape, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back.

He would have laughed at your reaction, but he was too turned on, there was so much blood rushing to his cock he felt lightheaded. He wasted no time in putting you back in your previous position. Pulling your ass up so that it was sticking in the air and your torso was lying flat on the bed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Tae! Wait...you can't be serious!" You tried pleading with him terrified that thing he called his dick was going to tear you apart.

"Not so little am I baby?" He snickered

Don't worry, you can take it I'll go slow." Taehyung groaned his voice strained, his arousal was beginning to take a toll on him. Taehyung grabbed his shaft and brought the bulbous tip of his cock to rub against your clit. You mewled with pleasure, his tip was hot and the pre-come he was leaking added to the sensation of relaxing and reigniting your body.

Taehyung continued to stroke his tip along your clit thoroughly coating it with your thick fluids. He placed the thick head at your entrance, your juices helping him to slide in. He watched in amazement as your leftover cum gather around the head of his cock in a coating out creamy white. Your body tensed up at the massive intrusion, your cunt pulsated wildly around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

"Baby relax, you're squeezing so tight." Taehyung moaned out affected by your spasming core. He reached his hand underneath your body and strummed at your clit once again, coxing you to relax.

Taehyung took your distraction as his cue to shove the offending length inside your prone pussy. You squealed at the sudden fullness and intense burning. Bucking your hips, trying to dislodge him. It was too much to take, especially at this position. Your pussy was going to rip in half.

"B-bi-iig-g. To-o mu-ch." You whined out stuttering horribly.

Taehyung gripped your hips harder to stop your fitful twisting and bucking. He felt as though he was about to explode you were so damn tight and wet, your bucking didn't help his case any either. He didn't wait this long to finish early. He refused to be a one pump chump. Taehyung reached his hand back underneath your body to locate your clit, rubbing it in firm tight circles, to help relax you, and sure enough; like magic, after you adjusted to his massive size, your body was suddenly filled with mind-numbing pleasure. Your whimpers turned into loud groans as you threw your hips back onto Taehyung, giving him the okay to start moving.

"Hell yeah. That's it, baby girl work this tight little cunt on my cock." He grunts before he withdrew his length and slammed back in, his dick splitting your sensitive walls, hitting every spot inside your clenching cunt. His strokes were fast, broad, and powerful, never had you felt so full in your life. Your mouth was gaped open, as shrieks of pleasure fell from your jaws, drool dripped from your lips, and dots blurred your vision. You could feel him in your guts, branding himself inside you. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, ready to release what was no doubt, going to be the most intense orgasm your body was about to experience. Taehyung could feel your core tightening up further, your tight little pussy was far better than he could have expected, he wanted to punch himself for waiting this long to indulge in you.

"You're taking this big cock so well, baby. Such a good girl." Taehyung growled.

"But I have a secret to tell you." You shivered as he stopped mid-stroke. You felt the warmth and damp skin of his torso drape over your back. Like pudding in his hands. You didn't even flinch as he brought his large callused hands up through the part in your breast to wrap around your throat.

Ever so slightly he squeezed the sides of your neck, you felt him throb in your stomach as you clenched even tighter around him at the action. Slowly he lifted your head up with his hand still on your neck. Again he squeezed. Bringing his lips down to your ear, he said, "Would you believe me if I said you're only taking half of me in."

The way your jaw dropped and your eyes bugged out of your head would have been comical. If you weren't genuinely terrified, that is.

"O-nly half! That's impossible I swear your touch my small intestine already." You tried to look back to see if he was lying or not, but he tightened his hold on your neck, forcing your head back to look up at him. Your body was now bowed in an almost perfect 'C' shape. You felt his other hand snake around your abdomen and press on the bulge that was his cock poking through your stomach. Again he throbbed in excitement.

"You were talking such a big game earlier baby girl, what happened? Surely you could all of a dick that's as little as mine. Right?" Taehyung scolded in your ear.

Little by little, he began pulling you more on his cock by your neck. And fuck he really wasn't lying he really had more length to feed your cunt.

"Ta-ae, pleaseplease n-o more-e, I can't take it m-my stomach hurts." You whined

"Hmm? But you're so close to taking all of me in. Just a few more inches, and I'll be all in." He responded.

Not wasting any more time he released your neck, and before you could fall down to the bed. He locked his fingers in your hair and firmly yanked, lifting you off the mattress, and into his arms, allowing himself the rest of the way in.

You screamed out as his hips met your ass with a wet smack. The increase in pressure coupled with the new position broke the levee to your release. You trembled uncontrollably as your orgasm started from your toes. Quickly spreading to your arms and head before finally spreading throughout your whole body, you were rendered speechless as your orgasm claimed you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as a burst of white light flashed behind your eyes, incoherent sounds of what was supposed to be Taehyung's name filled the space around you.

Through it all Taehyung continued to fuck into you almost violently, allowing your cores convulsions to wash over him. His body dripped with sweat as he briefly picked up his speed, his hips beginning to stutter. He held your thrashing body close to his as delivered his last couple of thrusts before moaning loudly and exploding his hot seed inside of your wrecked cunt.

You both fell breathlessly on the mattress, sweat polishing your skin, exhaustion quickly making its way to claim you. Taehyung pulled slowly out of your battered and swollen pussy. On wobbly legs, walked to the restroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess that was between your thighs. You moaned at the textured touch of the cloth and the dampness of it soothing the hot burn from your pussy.

Your whole body was numb, and you were utterly worn out, so much so, that when Taehyung pulled you into his arms, you didn't even argue.

In the morning you will definitely be having a word with him. But for now, you let his racing heartbeat lull you to some much-needed sleep.

[btsmosphere]

Hello! I love your stories so much. Congratulations for the new milestone! May I request Taehyung × female reader, #23 and 33, angst fluff? Thank you sooo much 🥰

~summary: when someone starts leaving you gifts, Taehyung is the last person you would suspect Taehyung x female reader Prompts: alright, if you really want to know… & is that a compliment? ~word count: 775 ~college au, enemies to lovers, roommate au, angst, fluff Rating: pg13 Warnings: Tae kisses the reader without asking, though she does want it, suggestive themes? ~a/n: thank you much my dear anon! And for your request, I hope you like it! I tried very hard to squeeze both angst and fluff in there💜

Your foot tapped, though no music was playing.

It was honestly a reflex at this point – when you did your work, you always had music playing. But today, your fingers hesitated over your keys, distracted. Your headphones sat on the desk, unused.

For the past few weeks, someone had been leaving you gifts.

And you were going to find out who.

It had begun with a bar of chocolate. Your time of the month had arrived, and you were woefully unprepared, resulting in you moaning about it to the population of your communal kitchen as you struggled to make yourself some soup before slouching back to your room.

Not your finest moment.

For one, Taehyung wasn’t thrilled about it, simply glaring darkly over as you whined. As much as you wished it could be different, his distaste for you had been clear since you first moved in at college. All you could do was learn to brush it off.

But clearly someone who heard hadn’t been too annoyed, because the next time you left your room, a large slab of chocolate was waiting outside your door.

You had texted your flat’s group chat, but no one had come forward.

At the time, you had shrugged it off and moved on with your life, one chocolate bar better off.

But now it had happened every week since. A pack of fancy tea had emerged just as finals began to loom and you were feeling the stress. When you were bogged down in work and hadn’t yet had the time to eat, a pizza.

It was incredibly nice, but that was exactly what drove you insane. Couldn’t you at least know who was going out of their way to make your life better?

So the moment you heard a slight rustling the other side of your door, you darted from your chair. You hadn’t moved this fast since gym class at school.

Throwing the door open, you prepared to announce victory at whichever of your friends thought they were being sneaky, when you instead found yourself face to face with a wide-eyed Kim Taehyung. Each of you wore mirroring expressions of utter shock.

A moment passed, the only movement that of Tae’s throat bobbing as he gulped.

Then you trailed your gaze towards your feet. A paper bag had fallen against them.

Looking sharply back at Taehyung as if he had done something bad¸ you finally found your voice.

“What are you doing?”

“Um…” he cleared his throat, voice low as he avoided your gaze, “I brought you some-“

Apparently unable to finish his sentence, he waved vaguely towards the bag instead. With a frown, you bent to collect it, fingers warmed from the contents straight away. A peek inside showed you a selection of pastries, the aroma already making your mouth water.

“Why…?”

Slowly turning your eyes back to Taehyung, you found him eyeing you as well. The moment he realised, he snatched his gaze away again.

“Why…” he repeated, a small laugh bubbling from his awkward smile. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking back to you with a grimace. “Why?”

“Yes, why,” you insisted, exasperated.

“Well, I-“

Once again trailing off, it took you coughing pointedly to get him to continue.

“Alright, if you really want to know…” he conceded.

“Yes, Tae, I want to know,” you demanded.”

“Well, I, um,” he stuttered, but did manage to look you in the eyes. His hands clasped in front of him. “To tell the truth, I don’t think you’re awful…”

You scoffed.

“Is that a compliment?”

“I’m trying here, okay!” he snapped then, blazing eyes locking onto yours.

“Trying to do what?!” your tone raised alongside his.

And then his lips crashed against yours. After the split second of shock, your lips returned the pressure, caving to his touch as a hand found its way to your jaw, keeping you firmly in place as the other steadied the back of your head.

Wildly rocketing about your chest, your heart kept you panting even as Taehyung’s lips broke away. Between you, the air was hot as you stared at him, words gone from your grasp.

Wallowing in silence, he paused for only a moment before his hands were slipping from where they held you.

“Sorry, I-“ his gruff voice was cut off as you grabbed at his hand, before it could leave.

“Why didn’t you say sooner?” you whispered.

“I- I didn’t know how…” he murmured.

Still gripping his hand, a smile overtook your features as he waited for your answer.

You grinned,

“Well, now that you have, I think you’d better come in, don’t you?”

Thank you for reading, and thank you again anon!!

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no give backs // kth

an accidental kiss between you and a friend causes a discovery of unacknowledged feelings and it all simply makes you want to cry. 

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pairing:

taehyung + oc 

au/genre:

friends to lovers

college au

fluff fluff flfuflflflsdfs

warnings:

explicit language

mentions of ill intentions of others / slight implied smut

repetition with oc’s angry feelings and somewhat of an inconsiderate taehyung

wc: 2.9k 

note: this one shot was originally posted by me (@/omot7) in 2020/2021. i have deactivated and began anew here. this one shot has been rewritten for various purposes. i welcome you to it’s remake. please let me know your thoughts and comments through reblogs, asks, or even msgs! i would love to hear it all ♡

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“Get out.”

You catch him before he can commit any more crimes. Taehyung is slightly bent over, lifting your bed covers, ready to settle in. He pauses, turns his body, and smiles at you. You greet him with an annoyed look to which he cutely drops your covers and puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Hello to you too, sags.”

“Get out,” you repeat. This time, the tone was a little drier. You wish he’d take the hint. You’re not in the mood for him today. You weren’t in the mood for him yesterday or the day before then. 

Then again, when are you ever in the mood?

“Still mad at me?”

“Yup.”

“But why?” he whines. “I’m so cute, I said sorry, and I’m so fucking cute..” he counts his reasons with his fingers, sending you a pouty face. You roll your eyes and push past him. He stumbles, pretending like the way you pushed him away had some sort of special strength involved. Taehyung scratches the back of his head stuck on what to do next. 

“I don’t like you very much right now.” 

He knew you were in a bad mood but he never realized how annoying you get when you overreact. There’s a smug look on his face that makes your blood boil and he’s very much aware but your frustration is only boosting his ego. 

Taehyung could never admit it out loud, but picking on you truly brought him joy. It made his day feel complete and quickly realized that it was no fun when he’d push you too far. But he had a lot of hope! He was a hopeful guy. 

Hopeful and just plain lucky. Taehyung is well aware of your bad habit of coming back to him.

“Oh, get over it!” he chuckles, following you around your room. You’re undressing your outerwear and crawling into bed. You slap his hand the moment it touches your covers. It’s silent as he stands beside your bed. 

“Do you know what your dining hall is serving for breakfast tomorrow? Nam Joon tried cooking earlier today and our stove isn’t functioning anymore! Can you believe that fucker—”

“Kim Taehyung!” you snap. This was entirely infuriating. How could he be so insensitive to you right now? It was all his fault. 

Does he not understand that? How disappointing this all was for you? You feel so used and underappreciated. Like you weren’t loved. 

“Yes, sags?” Taehyung’s tone lingers with innocence and it does everything but amuse you. Would you really confront him? Right here, right now? 

Is this anger getting out of hand? You feel so restricted. Like you’ve reached a certain limit and it was all thanks to him and his playful ways. If you’re going to burst, it might as well be now, right? The first thing to know about Taehyung is that he’s an easy-going guy. A lot of times that meant he came with no judgment. No strings, no feelings. 

Except for these feelings. 

You would hold him accountable for these ones. 

You huff, “you literally stole my first kiss, don’t text me these past few days, and the first thing you want to talk about is what you’ll be eating for breakfast tomorrow? Not to mention how you broke into my dorm. How’d you even get in?”

“Did you forget whose dating your DA?”

You bite your tongue. 

“I hate Yoongi sometimes,” you grumble. “But that’s not the point! Taehyung, I’m so mad at you.”

“And you shouldn’t be mad at me! You should actually be thanking me.. Who knows what loser would’ve kissed you instead of me? You’re so fucking welcome.” 

He can’t be serious. 

Is he insane? 

Your mouth drops open and you quickly begin to hit his chest and shoulders. “Taehyung, I will literally—“

“You’ll like, totally, literally, what? Why are you speaking like—”

“Like I’ve been kissed?”

“Like you’re dumb!” he deadpans. 

You’re not dumb. 

He knew that. You knew that. Everyone knew that. 

You’re a good student; too soft and kind for your own good. Having a friend like Taehyung helped balance your world. He was definitely a mix of trouble and more. From his party habits, the trail of broken hearts he seems to walk around with, and his challenging aura; he had a way with you. It was yin and yang, give and take, all or nothing with him. 

“___, it doesn’t have to be a big deal. You’re overreacting—”

“You know what?” you cut him off. “I am dumb. I’m friends with dumber people, though. Dumb people who are literal thieves!”

“Stop with the literally!” he groans, bringing his hands to cover his face. “I will literally get a headache!”

“And I’ll literally get herpes! You’ve kissed like fifty girls—”

“Yeah but like, on a slow night,” he interjects.

“Oh shut up, you slut. I’ll actually kill you right here, right now!” Before Taehyung knows it, you’re launching yourself to him and picking on his body. You’re poking, tickling, pushing, and soon your fist clench and begin to hit his chest. Heavily, you breathe his name again as his laughter calms from your little outburst.

It’s sudden but foreseen; you can’t help it but begin to sob.

Quickly, he holds your hands, putting them down. With his own, he begins to wipe the tears streaming down your face and lets you catch your breath. “I can’t believe a s-stupid fratboy stole my first k-kiss. I just wanted,” you pause. “I j-just wa-wanted to see your BioChem notes. I’m never skipping that class ever again! Doesn’t matter if I had a dentist appointment or anything. Never again!”

“Stupid fratboy? Is that what you think of me, ___? Your charming first kiss; a stupid fratboy? At least call me good-looking.” He teases as you push his hands away from you. 

You huff and close your eyes in frustration, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. 

Again, you’re in disbelief at how insane Kim Taehyung is. 

He can not be serious. 

Before you know it, tears threaten to arise and you take a deep breath again. Trying to control your emotional build-up, Taehyung laughs at the sight of your clenched fists and puffy cheeks. This time you look sad. He thinks it’s cute that you’re upset. 

Not that he liked seeing you cry or anything.. Just liked seeing you vulnerable. Probably one of the reasons why he kissed you out of nowhere. 

You two have been friends for almost three years and this is still his favourite part of your friendship. Whether if it was you excitedly, loudly, and hurriedly speaking about something good; he liked being around, or when you’re lost for words, frustrated with your own feelings, and fighting tears; he liked being again. It made him feel something knowing he’s the one that can calm your anger even if he’s the cause of it. It made him feel like something when you came to him happily. 

Whenever you’d draw near, he’d feel something deep down. 

His pleasure is cut short when a tear rolls down your cheek. You’re crying again in soft whimpers. 

“Okay, okay,” he panics, taking a seat next to you, moving closer. He takes his hands and places them on each side of your face. “I took your first kiss, but I’m not sorry. You were so pretty and your lips looked like a virgin. Also, your boobs were just right in my face. Kissing your lips would’ve been safer than your tits,” he attempts. You don’t let him in. He chases your eyes. “What do you want me to do about it, ___?”

The audacity this guy has makes you burn.

Your boobs? Your boobs were not in his face! His eyes were on it but what’s new?

You’ve always known Taehyung to be a little flirty. It would be a lie to say you haven’t flirted with him here and there; but for the most part, you cared for him as a friend. A good-looking, clingy, could-be-your-boyfriend-if-you-wished-hard-enough friend. Yet, none of that mattered compared to this disaster! This was your sacred first kiss that wasn’t supposed to be wasted on a harmless totally platonic friendship. 

Not Kim Taehyung. 

“Give it back!” You cry, turning your face away and wiping your own tears with your hands. “You ruined everything. My first kiss was supposed to—”

“Happen sometime in your childhood and teen years. ___, you’re literally in your twenties and have never been kissed—”

“Nothing is wrong with that!”

“Nothing is wrong with that. What is wrong is you wasting it on the wrong guy. If I wasn’t going to do it and word spread; you’d be the target of every stupid boy. Not just the frat ones.” Taehyung defends. “God, and here everyone is thinking you’re a hoe when you’re such a pussy. Crying over a first kiss? How will our baby ___ survive?”

“It was wasted. It was with you.”

“Is that how you really feel, ___?”

Although his dumb explanation is valid, it doesn’t process. You’re still in disbelief and completely consumed over the fact that your first kiss was stolen by your best friend instead of someone that was more of a boyfriend to you. Someone who thought you were pretty and made your stomach swirl; not the guy that calls you “saggytits.” 

Hence, sags. 

It’s no secret Taehyung has taken a shot at you (your boobs) here and there and leeches on you to eat at your dorm dining hall but come to think of it.. That’s not entirely the case. Taehyung just likes spending his morning with you. Something about how it gets him in a better mood. 

Also, it’s not like you never expected your first kiss to never happen.. You just never pushed it to occur. You didn’t want to lose yourself to sex and all that. Your parents would have never let you live if they found out you were kissing boys instead of studying or being the good girl they expected you to be. Also you just didn’t want to give in to the peer pressure growing up. Peer pressure is just as disappointing as men.

As time passed by, it became more and more important for you to guard it. You figured that if you waited this long for your first kiss; it might as well mean something. In all honesty, you don’t really expect it to be perfect. You didn’t expect a romantic moment where once your lips touch, rain pours and there are rose petals everywhere. You didn’t need all the clichés but you did need it to mean something with someone. 

Maybe with Park Jimin! He’s Taehyung’s extremely cute dancer friend that calls you “princess,” (which makes Taehyung want to throw up) and greets you with kisses on the cheeks. You’d be lying if you never wondered what it would be like if he missed your cheeks and found his way to your glossy lips. 

But that’s aside from the point. The point is: it might as well mean more than a moment of casual flirting over BioChem notes in your dorm with your ugly unmotorized lips. 

As the thoughts fill your mind, you pick up your textbook from your nightstand table beside you and begin to hit him with it. “I hate you! You ruined my life!” 

“Why’d you kiss back if you hated it so much?” Taehyung laughs, grasping your wrist and refraining you from hitting him. 

A little shocked, you quickly tell him: “It was my first kiss, I didn’t know what to do—”

He cuts you off again but this time he pulls you in a little. 

“You push me away if you hate it.”

He inches closer. You stay still, beginning to lose yourself in his damn eyes again. You gulp at the closeness. 

“I kissed you, so what? I did you a favour. Don’t make it such a big deal.” Taehyung takes the textbook from you and places it back on nightstand. “And what’s with all this hitting? Don’t you think it was hard for me to do the charity work too?”

“C-charity work?” You gasp, shoving him and pinning him down on your bed. On top, you cross your arms and glare at him dirtily. 

A sparkle in his eye. 

There’s a freaking sparkle in his eyes. 

Then there’s an uncomfortable atmosphere that kicks in, causing you to get off of him and straighten your posture. Sitting up and further from him, he clears his throat as he sits up as well. Although you and Taehyung haven’t been friends for long, you two became close way too easy way too fast. Being friends with Taehyung over time has defiantly been a challenge. Physically, this was normal. Why was it suddenly feeling weird between you two? 

Breaking the silence, you begin again. “But.. You stole my first kiss. It was supposed to be—“

With a mocking voice, he teases you. “Be what? Special? Fireworks? With Jimin—“

“Stop mocking me! Firsts are important, Tae.. And you ruined it for me.” You say quietly folding. You feel so small, so hurt, and disappointed. 

You’re still so confused. 

How could he do this to you?

 “And yes. Maybe. If Jimin wanted to kiss me I would have let him. I know he would have at least asked and made it more romantic.” You pettily say. 

“Fuck you, ___,” he says with a slight tone in his voice. Now he’s getting worked up and for a moment you contemplate if you want to continue your whining. “What do you want me to do, ___? I already told you I’m not sorry.”

“And why not?”

“I liked kissing you.”

What. 

What. What. What. 

He catches your mouth slightly agape. “What do you want from me, ___?”

“I.. Uhmm.. I want,” you’re nervous. Taehyung has moved closer to you again, his hand is on top of yours again, and he’s.. He’s leaning in? Again?

“G-give it back.” You state with a serious face, but your stuttering words and unsure tone beg to differ. Taehyung stares at you blankly. 

“I’m afraid it’s a ‘no-give-back’ kind of thing, sags.”

“You took it!” you cry for the millionth time tonight. “Since you’re so smart taking it, you should be able to give it back!” 

“___, I don’t know how! Honestly, if I knew you were going to be such a bitch about this, I wouldn’t have—”

“Well, figure it out.. Oh wait!” you laugh evilly. “You can’t! And that’s exactly my point, Taehyung! You shouldn’t have! Don’t take things that aren’t for you, you idiot! God, you can be so inconsiderate sometimes—”

It feels like déjà vu. Taehyung is inches away from you, towering over and eyeing your lips. It feels hypnotizing; completely enchanting to be in this moment with him. You can’t help your heart from beating so fast. Unlike the first time, you felt this moment build up and you’ve never seen Taehyung like this.. So stern and attractive in a way that you want him.

He’s always just been a friend. 

What is he now?

Why are his eyes so pretty right now?

When did his bone structure look so flawless? And his cheeks.. Why are they so.. Cute? Why is he captivating you right now? What the hell is happening.. 

You should be immune to him. 

He’s just a friend. 

Taehyung is just a friend. 

He’s just a stupid fratboy.

“You want it back so bad? Here.” Taehyung doesn’t wait for your response.

 Before you know it, he’s crashing his lips onto yours. Almost immediately, your lips sync into his and you almost gasp when he slips his tongue in. Your eyes flutter close and you begin to lose yourself in the kiss. Within seconds, you already know the difference between the first kiss you two shared and this one. This one was hungry, passionate, and sweet. This one has meaning and although you aren’t sure of what exactly; maybe the beauty of it was just to let it be. It’s passionate in a way that isn’t overwhelming and it stimulates every part of your body, sending tingles all the way from your head to your toes. Goodness, could you melt into this. 

So you do.

“Mmph,” your lips are tingling and a little numb. He bites your bottom lip before he breaks the breathtaking kiss. Taehyung watches you quietly trying to catch your breath and he can’t help but get a little cocky look on his face.

God, how you want to smack that look off his face. He is such a pain. Momentarily, you forget you hate his guts right now because of how pink his looks look. So luscious. Did you do that? A part of your heart flutters.

“So?”

“Uhm.. Okay, yeah. I got it back. Thanks.. I guess.” You awkwardly say, shifting away from him. Taehyung laughs before playfully shoving your shoulder. You rub it, still astonished from the kiss.

“You’re not a bad kisser,” he admits, getting into your covers. “Maybe next time slow down with the tongue and take the shirt off. Been dying to see your saggy tits.” Taehyung laughs, lifting his hand out of the covers and tugging on your arm. 

You follow his lead, crawling into bed with him. Beside him, you make yourself comfortable in the midst of a confusing setting. He runs his fingers through your hair, completely aware of how much that bothered you. You push his hands away and tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“I.. N-no. There won’t be a next time, Taehyung.”

“We can discuss that over breakfast tomorrow, sugarlips.”

[taesvante]

The Ace of Counters (Preview)

Title: The Ace of Counters

Pairing: Counter!Taehyung x Counter!Reader

Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Fluff, Uncanny Counters x BTS!AU, Friends to lovers!AU, but actually kinda Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers!AU, College AU

Word Count: 500+

Description: Your best friend, Kim Taehyung, suddenly disappears from the hospital after an accident. Four years later, you’ve accepted that he’s gone with the wind. That’s until you’re thrusted into a world of evil spirits and men in suits and ties that call themselves Counters, people who were given a second life to put evil spirits where they belong.

Warnings: Explicit Themes, Action (I tried), Minor character death

A/N: I’m in the middle of writing this! I hope I finish it and let me know if you’re interested. <3 Also, if you haven’t seen Uncanny Counters, you should definitely watch it!

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“Welcome to Hyung’s Noodles! Please take a seat.”

A cheerful guy with a bright smile welcomes you. Mun and you take a seat at the available table and start to order. Besides the blonde haired dude who seems to need to learn more about customer service, the other guys were pretty nice. The noodles were served as soon as you sat down, making you now join Mun at ogling the noodles in front of you.

“This looks so good! Thank you.” Mun compliments the food in front of the server with a bright smile. He says a quick thank you and leaves you to enjoy your food. “Okay, taste test. Here we go.” You say to Mun. He nods. “On the count of three. One, two, three. Go.” You both put the noodles in your mouth. Instantly, both your eyes go wide. “Holy shit.” You both say at the same time.

Suddenly, you forget all the judgeful thoughts you had outside while waiting in line. The noodles were great and you regret saying all the bad things about this place.

While you were enjoying your food, others had begun to leave one by one until only your table and two others were occupied. You and Mun were talking about your Management class when the door swings open.

Your seat was facing the door so it was easy to become distracted with the chime of the door. A man in a suit comes in. He looks about your age and had long black hair that was tied into a bun. “Honey, I’m home!” He shouts as he comes in, grinning so wide it makes his bunny cheeks show. He spots the occupied tables and expresses his surprise. “Oh we still have customers? Enjoy your food, guys!” He bows lightly to all of you. You all nod in return.

Another one follows him from behind, this time he was blonde too and almost as tall as the grumpy cat from the entrance earlier. His hair didn’t have highlights like the other one, instead it was curly and his face looked angelic. He had plump lips that you adored. You couldn’t help but blush as he smiled at you and the other customers, quickly following in where the man in a bun went to.

Just as you were to go back to your delicious meal, the door swings open again.

Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. There he was, after all those years, standing in front of you. His hair was no longer straight. It was permed and longer now. But it was still the same ebony black hair. He was wearing a suit that fit him so well that you wondered if it was really him. You were used to seeing him wearing oversized cardigans, plain shirts and wide pants. His wardrobe consisted of beige, brown, greens, and the likes. But the formal attire fit him well. It fit him too well that you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You stood up from your seat in a blink, slamming your chopsticks on the table, shaking.

“T-taehyung?”

[pjmphoria]

pt.16 scheme

~restored m.list in bio~~

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[ts19009]

BTS FAN FICTION REC'S PART:3

(Updated 16-01-22)

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(BOLD MEANS FAVORITE)

Jungkook

days to morning glory; jjk ( aspiring rockstar!jeongguk x med. student!reader) @sketchguk​

ever ever after ( divorce lawyer/dilf!kook x princess!reader) @hansolmates​

A Bam Protected Pregnancy (pregnant!reader) @blu-joons​

My lucky stars | jjk ( dad!jungkook x mom!reader) @kookiestarlight​

Miss. Vagabond (gamer!jk x gamer!reader)@grinnieyoongi​

I love you too. (Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook One Shot) @smileyoongle

Snow laughing matter ( Enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; Christmas fic!) @taleasnewastime​

Blueberries ( best friends to lovers au, slight angst, fluff, smut) @softyoongiionly​

Since Day One ( werewolf! jungkook + boxer! jungkook + tattoo artist! jungkook (the holy trinity) + f2l au) @rmverse​

Dad!jungkook scenario (his daughter runs up to the stage  @sevenforeverbulletproof

the diary of a healing heart (s2f2l, college!au; angst, fluff, crack, smut) @taegularities

duty before love (king!jungkook x servant!reader, king!jungkook x queen!oc) @blue-jade

redemption (ex-husband!jungkook x reader) @blue-jade

Stay (idol husband!Jungkook x wife reader) @sahmfanficbts

BTS Participating in Squid Game Part 1 @silv3rswirls

year 22 (childhoodfriend!jk x f!reader) @guklovr

The Maid of Honor Misadventures (one shot, one night stand!au, wedding!au) @jjkthclub

all over you (antasy!au, HP!au, exes/e2l!au, light angst, fluff, smut, a lot of smut) @taegularities

Kim Taehyung

heart of the flame ( firefighter!taehyung x f. librarian!reader) @chateautae​

Breathe (Artist!Kim Taehyung x Heiress!Reader) @v-hope

Obsidian (Murder mystery) @kpopfanfictrash

5 times he said i love you (slice of life au, fluff, angst out of nowhere) @n3onguts​

Jin

embers of the fire | ksj. ( husband!seokjin x f. reader) @chateautae​

[agustids]

A collection of BTS fanfics that I liked (u know the ❤ button), possibly some are re-read, since 2017. I hope you don’t mind that I like hurting my feelings most of the time with angst stories lol. my back hurts so much after compiling these fics ugh 

Warnings: some fics listed below contains smut (+18), better read the description of the story before proceeding. 

Will only update this masterpost every now and then. I will also set up a post with the stories I read in ao3 soon.

Feel free to suggest me stories that are not in this list <3 

Personal favorites (✬)

Kim Namjoon (k.nj)

➞ Letting Go (ft. p.jm) @bangtan-babe | angst, fluff

Min Yoongi (m.yg)

➞ Carousel ✬ @yoonia | angst, smut, suspense, arranged marriage!au  ➞ Wildest Moments @joonbird | angst, smut ➞ The Tenth Floor (ft. k.th) @notsoguiltykpop | fluff, humor, some angst ➞ Slytherin to my Heart @bangtan-insfired | angst, fluff, hogwarts!au ➞ Lesson Learned @chyubs | fluff  ➞ La Douleur Exquise @cinnaminsvga | fluff, angst, smut, incubus!yoongi ➞ The Wicked Witch @jimlingss | angst, fluff, drama, soap opera!au ➞ 2 am @sunshinejoon | angst ➞ Pipe dreams @chinesesuga | angst, fluff, smut (eventually) ➞ The Crown (ft. j.jk)  @sopewriters | angst ➞ Garden in my heart @army-author | fluff, bad boy!yoongi ➞ I want to be the one you write your love songs about @jiminandlemonade | angst, fluff ➞ Blackthorne Manor ✬ @kpopfanfictrash | gothic romance!au, mystery ➞ Signed in Black @yoon-kooks |  soulmate!au, bad boy!au, fluff, eventually smut ➞ Cool cats (and dogs, too) @gukyi | dad!au ➞ Inheritance @jincherie | hybrid!au ➞ Somebody Else ✬ @jjkthclub | angst, infidelity ➞ Internet Friends  ✬ @etherealino | social media!au, fluff ➞ The Devil Herself @jiminiethot | demon!oc, explicit smut  ➞ Sugar pie, honey bunch! @bangtaninink | sugar daddy!au ➞ Cut me open part 1, part 2 @hayjeon | smut, married, surgeon!au ➞ Camouflage @fairyscribbles | zombie!au ➞ interlude; dream, reality @dat-town | fluff, slice of life ➞ Lethal @analovegirl | explicit smut, fluff ➞ Piano notes @exi-dentally | school!au ➞ Late Bloomer @tayegi | werewolf!au, smut ➞ 72 miles   ✬  @namjoonchronicles | heavy angst, slight fluff   ➞ Black & White @akinnie75 | romance, fluff, slight angst, slow burn ➞ All I want for Christmas @hayjeon | single dad and ceo!yoongi ➞ Bunny Blues (ft. j.jk, k.nj) @httpjeon | hybrid!reader, angst, fluff, future smut ➞ Leave me @itsamejin | cheating, toxic relationship!au, angst ➞ Away from Me ✬  @personasintro | fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au ➞ Droplets @bts-timestories | historical, arranged marriage!au, yandere themes ➞ Goodbye @itsamejin | angst ➞ Heartstring Melodies (ft.j.jk) ✬ @whitesparrows97 | soulmates!au, angst ➞ I feel you in my heart (ft. j.jk)  ✬ @purpletaecup | drama, angst, romance, second chance ➞ Divorce @xjamlessparkx | angst

Park Jimin (p.jm)

➞ Blazing Arrows (ft. j.jk) @kingminie | fluff, angst, future smut, supernatural!au ➞ You are Really Perfect (pt 1), I was afraid to lose you (pt 2) @justtextmeoppa | slight angst, fluff in the end ➞ Neighbour @moonlitjiminn | fluff, romance ➞ The Arrangement @kpoptart216 | angst, arranged marriage!au ➞ I’ll never be her  ✬  @anon-luv | angst, romance  ➞ Chained to you @addicktjimin | tiny angst, fuck boi!jimin ➞ Taste the party (ft. j.jk) @winetae | smut, idol!au ➞ Temporary Bliss  @jjkthclub | angst ➞ Park Jimin @chulobangtan | angst ➞ Over Again @yoonia | pianist!au, artist reader!au, angst, slight smut ➞ A Serpent’s Flower, Sowing a Sapling (sequel)  ✬  | hogwarts professors !au, smut, married   ➞ Better @jeonggukookies | bestfriend!jimin, fluff/slow burn angst ➞ Come Home to me, Darling ✬ @roses-ruby |  cheating!au, angst, smut , fluff  ➞ Opposites Attract @kpopfanfictrash | hogwarts!au, smut ➞ Bloom ✬ @jamaisjoons | hanahaki!au, angst, smut ➞ Charity @inkjam-moon | royalty!au, fluff, light angst, smut ➞  A Sensitivity to Ephemera @akinnie75 | fluff, tragic, slow burn, romance

Kim Taehyung (k.th)

➞ Rent-a-Boyfriend™ @jimlingss | fluff ➞ Strawberry Shortcake (ft. j.jk) @btsinned | smut, angst, fluff, strawberry farmer!taehyung ➞ Pulse  @rohobi | angst, smut, medical!au ➞ Begin Again (ft. m.yg) @writtenyoongi | single parent!au, fluff, angst, sprinkle of smut ➞ Sweetpea (ft. j.jk) @nitaescence | explicit smut, ddlg!au ➞ Silver and blue series @untaemedqueen | werewolf!au ➞ Remember This ✬ @yoohtae | weddingplanners!au, angst

Jeon Jungkook (j.jk)

➞ Baby, My Baby  @pjimims | angst, fluff, parents!au ➞ Flirt (ft. k.th)  @slyscenarios | angst, smut, fuckboy!jk ➞ The Lost Memories  @gujoonim | angst, romance ➞ Daddy Issues  @euphorianyx | smut, fluff, angst ➞ A Story that we paint  @thedefinitionofbts | college!au, future, scifi, slight fluff and angst ➞ The Truth about Forever  @thedefinitionofbts | romance, implied smut, angst, slice of life ➞ Surrender  @infiresjimin | angst, smut ➞ You’ll be okay  @bangtan-babe | angst, fluff ➞ It ain’t me  @inferno-loop | social media!au  ➞ Cherry (ft. k.th)  @esqeon | angst, friends to lovers!au ➞ Attention  @btees | fluff, angst, some smut, college!au ➞ Kalopsia  @erosjeon | fluff, smut, hybrid!jungkook ➞ Hurricane  @planetjeon | angst   ➞ Ice Queen  ✬  @kookmejeon | social media!au   ➞ DNA @btssavedmylifeblr | dystopian smut, future, angst ➞ Lust and Limerence @btsfanficss | angst, fluff, harry potter!au ➞ New Rules ✬  @tayegi | angst, smut, fratboy!jungkook   ➞ The Boy Who Left @gujoonim | angst, ceo!au  ➞ 3:00 AM @oceanjoon | angst, cheating ➞ Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu |  bad boy!au, angst, fluff, smut ➞ About Time (ft. p.jm) ✬  @yoonia | time leap!au, soulmate!au ➞ Dear Jungkook @fatrainbowmermaidunicorn | angst ➞ Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird | angst, smut ➞ Ego  @suga-kookiemonster | smut ➞ Witch Hazel @yoon-kooks |  fanfic writer!jungkook, idol!reader, college!au, angst, fluff ➞ All in my head @fatrainbowmermaidunicorn | angst w/ happy ending ➞ Mistake (pt 1), Obsessed (pt 2) @whipped-for-kpop-fics | smut, noona kink ➞ Time to let go @mywrittings | angst, bestfriend!au  ➞ Piano Tiles @bobagukk |  angst, fluff, smut; chaebol!jungkook, pianist!y/n ➞ Four Letters (ft. m.yg) ✬ @littlemisskookie | angst, smut, fwb!jungkook, icequeen!reader ➞ Winter Court series (ft. k.th)  ✬ @koyamuses | angst, slowburn, fantasy, romance ➞ Park’s Paradise of Muggle Merchandise @kittae | hogwarts!AU, drabble, ravenclaw!jungkook ➞ Holy hell @arcadeguk | greek mythology!au  ➞ For Science ✬ @boymeetsweevil | nerd!jungkook, smut, angst ➞ Hidden under the covers @yoon-ing | college!au ➞ Puzzle @kimvvantae | smut, angst, comedy, fwb!jungkook ➞ Strike Three ✬ @avveh | explicit smut ➞ Different Paths @taehyungiejiminie95 | angst, ex-bf!jungkook ➞ Fierce and Delicate (pt 1), Felicity (pt 2) ✬  @mintseesaw | smut, angst, fluff, husband!jungkook ➞ The Morning After ✬ @jungkookiebus | smut, fluff   ➞ Secret Slut @jeonsweetpea | smut, ceo!reader, personal assistant!jungkook ➞ Long lost ✬  @gukyi | childhood friends!au, celebrity!au   ➞ Moving On @taeguboi | angst ➞ Low Expectations @vin-taege | angst, eventual smut, l2e2l ➞ Netflix and Chill @badbhye | smut ➞ Rigor Mortis ✬ @readyplayerhobi | smut, angst, horror, fluff, police officer!jungkook   ➞ The Lionheart’s Oath ✬  @sugaxjpg | angst, fluff, smut, fantasy, knight!jungkook   ➞ Freesia @eleventoes | childhood friends to lovers!au, semi-bad boy!jk, fluff ➞ The Turing Test @fortunexkookie | android!au, fluff, explicit smut, angst ➞ Mr and Miss Perfect @kookscript |  hogwarts!au, fluff, angst-ish ➞ Lonely Heart , part 2 @scenarioslovers | married!au, infidelity, angst ➞ (y)our name @jjkpls | fluff, angst, smut ➞ Speak Now @bbangtan-ddaeng | angst, cheating ➞ Navy @jjkfire | childhoodfriend!AU, idol!AU ➞ Vaunt @yminie | explicit smut, frat boy!jungkook ➞ Take a Chance @crystaljins | hanahaki!au ➞ Moirai @taeken-my-heart | soulmates!au, angst, e2l ➞ Blindfold @themfchase | explicit smut, college!au ➞ Bam! you got scammed! @dovechim | explicit smut ➞ Tooth and Claw @johobi | explicit smut, werewolf!au ➞ Full Stop @1oserjk | divorce!au, angst ➞ Blizzard, part 2 ✬  @curly-bangtan | romance, smut, dosmetic!au ➞ Growing Pains @rkiverse | fluff, angst, quarterback!jungkook ➞ Monster @btssmutgalore | frat boy!jungkook, explicit smut ➞ Bandslam @ironicarmy | band!au, smut, e2l ➞ Young God @njssi | smut, nonidol!au, brother’s best friend!au ➞ Falling into you @kookingtae | college!au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd!jk  ➞ Rough Edges @kjhmyg | badboy!jungkook, explicit smut ➞ On my mind @angelguk | fluff, smut, domestic!au ➞ Worst of You @oureuphoria | fluff, angst, comedy, police officer!jungkook ➞ Bunny Troubles @appreciatethefoolishness |  fluff, future smut, hybrid!jungkook ➞ Rattled series ✬ @gukslut | singledad!jungkook, angst, smut, romance ➞ He won’t know @jgukmilk | cheating!au, smut, slight, angst ➞ Number Neighbor @sevenforeverbulletproof | social media!au ➞ One year, my love ✬ @hayjeon | historical!au, fluff, angst, smut ➞ You belong with me @joonscroll | angst, fluff ➞ Chasing pavements ✬ @guklvr | dad!jungkook, f2l, angst, unrequited feelings au, sad stuff, future smut ➞ To tame a god ✬ @jeonstudios | fantasy, werewolf!au ➞ Broken Dreams @ddaenysus | soulmate!au, angst, unrequited love ➞ Through the night @nightbts |  fluff, angst, idol! au, friends to lovers!au ➞ Effortlessly @gyukult | fluff, smut, romance ➞ Crybaby @lavishedinjimin | explicit smut, somewhat a ddlg!au ➞ Still with you @ddaengqyu | angst, fluff, idol!au ➞ Rebound (ft. k.th) @btssaysstudy | angst ➞ I want a baby @codenameskye | angst ➞ Somewhere only we know ✬ @userseok | hybrid!au, angst ➞ Aphrodite in war @jungblue | comedy, angst, eventual smut ➞ Easy @itsamejin | angst, fluff, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Tell me no lies @jeongi |  ceo!jungkook, angst, smut, minimal fluff ➞ After I left you @latetaektalk |  exes! AU, fake dating! AU, enemies to lovers-ish! AU, unrequited feelings-ish! AU, angst, fluff ➞ Fine Line @voidswan-main | fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Heart of the Storm @ladyartemesia | fluff, smut, hint of angst ➞ Come back to me ✬ @bonnyskies | angst, sexual themes, idol!au, marriage!au, parents!au ➞ Good Girl @bonny-kookoo | mild ddlg!au, smut, fluff, little angst ➞ Love to hate you @latetaektalk | angst, fluff, sexual themes, fake dating!au ➞ Lonely hearts club @dovechim | e2l, smut ➞ Tiger lily @v-hope |  fluff, slight angst, smut, college!au ➞ Alpha Jeon @pbandjk | werewolf!au ➞ Claws of carnality @jjungkooksthighs | smut, werewolf!au ➞ Your eyes tell ✬ @njkbangtan | soulmates!au, angst ➞ All over you @zibermuda |  smut, e2l, nerd!jk ➞ I hate you, I love you @jungblue | angst, smut ➞ Hand in the Kookie jar @mama-m0chi | bbf / baby daddy!jungkook, smut ➞ Zoom Call @1kook | fluff, slice of life, smut ➞ The dark prince @jkeuphoriadreamland | yandere, royalty!au, smut, angst ➞ Stolen dances ✬ @taeyohonic | bestfriend!jungkook, my bestfriend’s wedding ➞ Ego killer @zibermuda | smut, e2l, fuck boi!jk  ➞ From home @gyukult | fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut ➞ Confident @h0neypjm | smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Dire @whatifyoulivelikethat | smut, werewolf!au ➞ Please love me ✬ @ahundredtimesover | angst, arranged marriage!au, smut ➞ Evolution of a lover’s heart @jeonstudios | fluff, angst, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Decalcomania ✬ @koyalov | angst, fluff, idol!au ➞ Almost home ✬ @angelguk | dad!jungkook, angst ➞ Delivery boy @pbandjk | angst, fluff, smut, becoming parents!au ➞ Magic Shop @njkbangtan | childhood best friends to lovers, drama, angst, fluff, slow burn ➞ [Your] love’s the only hoax I believe in @sparklingchim | angst, smut, fuck boi!jungkook ➞ Stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n ✬ @jiminrings | bullet fic, fluff, angst ➞ Spellbound to be @rosaetae |  vampire!jungkook, fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst ➞ Lost Stars @rookiegukie | fluff, angst, roommates!au, e2l ➞ Lovefool @citrustan | angst, smut, fluff ➞ An ode to a broken heart @smoochkooks | unrequited love, heavy angst, eventually smut ➞ Anemoia @vantaenims | futuristic!au, fluff, mystery ➞ Once upon a bracelet @ladyartemesia | fantasy, soulmates!au, e2l ➞ The fact is @bangtanreadingcorner | romance ➞ Deus ex machina ✬ @readyplayerhobi | angst, android!jungkook ➞ Aquarium @whatifyoulivelikethat | heavy angst, cheating, non-idol!au ➞ The alchemy of amor @army-author | fluff, fantasy!au, e2l ➞ Drown for you ✬ @jeonstudios | merman/siren!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut ➞ Granite glow ✬ @namjoonchronicles | slice of life, videographer jungkook au, marriage au, angst, fluff ➞ Orange Tulips @kainks | soulmate!au, reincarnation!au, fluff, angst, light smut ➞ Cotton Candy @velocitae | fluff, slight angst, slight smut, werewolf!jungkook ➞ Strings  @minsuxga | soulmates!au, angst

➞ Hotbot @httpjeon | angst, fluff, smut

[ggukkieland]

Hi. How are you? I hope you're doing good. 😊 I've been following you for quite some time and I usually check your recommendations and even checked your other link for those. So thank you so much for doing so because I've expanded my horizon to other authors and their stories. 💕

I just want to ask if you have some reco's for idol aus? I've been looking for some to read since I'm already reading Foolish Love, Fake Love so that's recommeded by you and it was written really nice that I've been rereading it and now I'm craving for more Idol aus. Hehe thank you again. Hope you have a great day ahead. - EJ💙

🌹 Hi EJ! I want to say your message and tone overall is just so warm? It made me smile and want to keep conversing with you 🥰. You’re welcome, I try to share as many authors, fics, discoveries, etc. I find interesting and glad others are discovering them too 💛💜.

Ah yes, for Idol AUs I actually panic every time I get an ask about this because it’s actually not part of my top 10 AUs (I listed my top AUs here). I feel like I’m forgetting a favorite fic when asked about Idol!au fic recs most of the time. The Foolish Love, Fake Love series I was drawn to the bodyguard/E2L component and I have to be reminded it’s an idol fic 🤭.

So, please accept this kind of messy quick list 😁  

🌹 Quick List of BTS IDOL AUs*

This is not as organized as I’d like it to be. I sort of pulled all the titles from:

reblogged ongoing series I’m reading (main blog) - tagged as #ongoing

monthly reading lists (main) - I also recommend going through each list and searching (I just know I missed some fics). I tag it well so just CRTL+F the word “Idol” to give you the fics

fic recs by theme (sideblog) - same process, I just searched each list and found the ones with “idol” tags

some of the fichunting asks (sideblog) - I filtered ones I’d like to recommend

Please try the readers’ recommendation too - I think there are some recos that are idolverse

*I didn’t include AO3 fics.

🌹 reblogged ongoing fics +  from my monthly reading lists (note: most are still incomplete)

Smoke and Mirrors minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong  - ongoing series Solo Idol!Jungkook, Gamer!Jungkook, Makeup Artist!Reader, Manager!Seokjin, Florist!Hoseok

The Dream Anthology @hobiandsprite -  JJK | ongoing, soulmate au, vet!reader, friends to lovers

Just Facts @yoongiiverse - JJK |  ongoing SMAU, E2L, dancer!reader

Foolish Love, Fake Love @manggojooz - JJK |  bodyguard!reader, E2L ⭐

Angel’s Trumpet @hansolmates - JJK |  supernatural au, alternate universe *series complete*

Navy @jjkfire -  JJK | childhood friends, secret identity/pseud  ⭐

Don’t Hold Your Breath @ilikemesometaetaes - JJK |  more of rockstar!au, exes au  ⭐

Open When @iluv-hobi - JJK | letter form, just fluff

Paper Doll @winetae - JJK | exes AU  ⭐

Playmates @scribblemetae - OT7 | 22.6k+ | Idol AU, Sex Worker AU, Strangers to Lovers

Price of a Wish @joonclouds - JHS | idol!hoseok, rich!reader ⭐

ILYSB @rkiverse - JJK | one shot | 11.1k | idol au, broken-hearted jungkook, love clinic staff reader, fake dating but not really (more of part of therapy) | F, A

The Night We Met @leftonraed -  KTH | 18.2k+ | Single Dad AU, Bodyguard AU, Idol AU | A, F  ⭐

Replacement @akinnie75 - KSJ | one shot | 24.5k | Fantasy AU, idolverse, body swap AU | F  ⭐

A Bite of the Apple @jinpire - PJM | one shot | 8.6k |  Supernatural AU, Vampire AU, Idol AU | S

Oh What a World [100k] @cutechim - PJM | A, S, F, fake/arranged marriage au, fallen idol au (being edited and reposted)

Tongue Tied @btssavedmylifeblr - 12k | PJM | S, F, minor A,  crack, demon au, idol verse, established relationship, pwp

Physcom @teawithkpop - OT7 x sex worker!reader

Not Allowed @whatifyoulivelikethat - MYG x Reader x Jungkook, real-time idolverse  

The Accountant @avveh - JJK | one shot | 3.4k | Idol AU, hired to relieve his stress 😉 | S, PWP

Strings Attached  @jimidol  - JJK | one shot | 4.4k | Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU | S, F

from ggukkiereads:  completed fics + fichunting asks (will include asks that I’d recommend) + others in my drafts

Bands @xpeachesncream - JJK | Stripper!reader

There’s a section for IDOL AUs in this themed series  ⭐

Lost & Found @alpacaparkaseok - PJM | soulmate AU where OC cut the red string of fate. ⭐this is angsty nice

Book of Soulmates @/alpacaparkseok - JJK |  soulmate drabble that’s really cute

Just One Kiss @bangtsblossom - JJK |  established relationship, one baking day (fluffy smutty)

Appetence @jiminimoon - JJK |  canon-compliant,  established relationship, smut (I think the scenario was after JPN tour)

Owned @7deadlysinsfics -  JJK | secret relationship, interpreter!reader, pwp

Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird - JJK |  break up au, exes au, themes of infidelity, prepare tissues!, but satisfying ending for each character⭐

Hidden Stars @jungblue - JJK x R x MYG |this is so nostalgic to me since this is a classic. funny thing is it never registered on me that it is an idol au because I was so focused on the relationships  ⭐

Lost Stars @smoochkooks  - JJK | childhood friends, fuckboy au  ⭐

Angels and Airwaves @yeojaa - JJK | gamer!jk  ⭐

Recrudescence @chimchimsauce​ - OT7 x supernatural  ⭐

Baby, You’re Bad @forgottenpasta​ -  yoongi x pregnant!reader x taehyung (yoongi as sperm donor)

Sugar High @yeojaa - JJK |  series [16/16] | 33k | unrequited love, slow burn, childhood friends au, idol au |  F

Plot Twist @kimnjss​​ - KNJ | smau | Idol AU, Rapper AU, Rich Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers | A, S, F

Are You Going to Stay @hollyhomburg​ -  JJK | fuckboy, soulmate au, bestfriends to lovers

Be my Baby by @kimnjss - MYG | social media au, angst, exes to lovers au, fluff, smut, idol au  ⭐

Ghost Marriage @akinnie75- JJK | fantasy, idol au, kind of arranged marriage  ⭐

Ripped Jeans @kookiesjoonies - JJK | idol!au x seeing him in ripped jeans 🥵

Bloom + Sequel  @jamaisjoons - PJM | two shot | idolverse, hanahaki | A, F

Dead Roses @guksthighs​ - KNJ | drabble | idolverse, established rel (they’re like dating but no confessions of love), hanahaki | A, F

2 Years of Lost Time @kpopisthereasonihavenolife - JJK | one shot, 5.9k | strangers to bestfriends, idol!jk, hanahaki | A, F

The Fitting @noona-la-la-la​ - JJK | stylist!reader  ⭐

Also try @cupofteaguk​ fics - they have great idol fics in their masterlist  such as:   ⭐  all too well (series) | the endless winter (soulmate pjm) |  take my hand (amnesia)  ⭐

Always in my Dreams @sunshinekims​ - KNJ | soulmate au, dream au ⭐this is so nice, I’ve forgotten that Namjoon is actually an Idol here. I was too focused on the soulmate/dreams part

Make Me Proud @moonscriptsx​ - Agust D, both idols (part of my daechwita fic recs)

Hobi’s girl @v-hope​ - post-concert; hobi noticed a fan

Tactile Amnesia @tayegi - MYG | accident

Through the Night @nightbts - JJK |  stylist!reader, friends to lovers

I think my blogs are difficult to navigate now because tag search don’t yield all results (which I am currently fixing). But I hope you’ll find new favorites here! 💙💛💜

Enjoy and thank you for your kind message. Have a great day too!

[justimajin]

Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues ⌠Part 13⌡

⇢ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (2.3k) Doctor/Surgeon AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

⇢ Summary: When asked about Dr. Kim, a string of beautifully aligned words are ready spew from your lips. You could possibly go on and on about how his wonderful stubbornness wasn’t similar to talking to a brick wall, or how his observation skills were especially great in preparing your blood vessels for a drastic rupture or even how one gracious stare of his nearly had you on the verge of ripping your essential documents in half. But it seems that, perhaps, there was a lot more to Dr. Kim then what meets the eye…

⇢ Warnings: Dr. L/N and Dr. Kim actually having a decent conversation 

⇢  Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

⇢ Next Update: Tuesday, June 4

A patient in distress? 

You can comfort them.

Reports needing to be filed?

It’ll take you only five minutes.

Conducting an intensive operation? 

Save for a long string of hours, but otherwise a task that can be completed.

Inviting Dr. Kim to go get coffee with you?

A huge error sign is ringing inside your head, screaming at you for even trying to do this and screeching that there was no way a positive outcome could actually happen.

But you ignore that sign, acknowledging the advice that had been given to you these past couple of days and trying to make use of it. After all, you were even getting chance to go out somewhere that was other than work and this leads to the hope that perhaps the change of environment will allow your evening to run by smoothly and pleasantly.

However, that reassurance doesn’t do any wonders to solve the multitude of problems you keep facing.

What should you wear? What time should you get there by? What are you even going to talk about?

These questions aren’t very easily ignored and one of them roughly get an answer when you just opt out to wearing a pair of jeans combined with a simple black dress shirt. Though, as you take one glance in the mirror at your attire, you get the strange urge to just rip it all off and change back into your comfortable pajama’s; completely away from the impending interaction you had inevitably set up for yourself.

The constant glances at the clock are also taking their own toll on you when you have absolutely no clue if you should be early for polite reasons, exactly on time so you don’t appear to be waiting too long or late to show you don’t care for the meeting as much even though you clearly asked for it.

Taking one final glimpse in the mirror, you deeply inhale and try to calm your fleeting mess of emotions.

Stop freaking out Y/N, it’s just coffee with a colleague, you’ll have a nice time and strike some conversation, then you can come home and bury yourself for eternity for having this idea.

With one final stare, you crack the door open and hope to yourself that you hadn’t made a huge mistake.

You arrive exactly on time and grimace a bit on the inside when you find yourself alone standing outside the shop. But of course, you can’t expect that he’ll be there on time like you and now you begin wondering if coming late was the better optio-

“Dr. L/N?”

The voice shuts down your trail of thoughts and you’re pleasantly greeted to Dr. Kim, but taking in his appearance leaves you a bit perplexed.

It’s strange to say you’ve only seen Dr. Kim in normal clothing briefly when you were considerably sick, but even in that instance it was hard getting a glance at the doctor when you were spiking up at high temperatures and struggling to breathe from all the congestion.

However now, you can properly see him and he appears to dress similar to that specific day – a tucked in colourful shirt with elegant swirls printed on combined with a dark trench coat hanging off of him. Based on just observing him, you could tell that he was interested in high branded clothing when not adorning the white coloured coat. It’s a nice change, causing even you to admit that the man knows how to look proper even when meeting you like this.

“Shall we go inside?” He asks and you nod, slowly trailing behind him.

But then again as you reflect on the absence of the coat, it keeps dawning on you more that this encounter was definitely stepping outside of the usual day to day basis you were comfortably associated with.

The interior isn’t too bad, with freshly warm coffee being brewed in the background and the endless chitter chatter of others flowing into your ears. You’re extremely grateful for it, as it’s the only thing holding together the dead-panned silence resting within the air you share when somehow both of you have already managed to sit down and order, yet your gazes are firmly locked on your drinks.

Of course its awkward; it was something you had expected when this truly was out of the blue. Yet from all the instances you had with the man to the pieces of perspectives you have plucked out from your co-workers, you are certain that something has changed.

However, there is still a layer of built up confusion inside you on how to take the next step.

You quickly glance at him and widen your eyes when in fact, he wasn’t relaxed either with the situation just like you. His eyes occasionally drift off to the window outside and he lifts his hand ever so often to place on the side of his cheek, tapping his fingers mindlessly.

Although it was easy to tell he was nervous by the way it was radiating off his stance, your eyes drift over to the full cup of coffee before him.

“You…don’t like coffee?” You ask and his continued silence is the only indication of a response for you when he uncomfortably shifts.

Your eyes widen and with a sigh, you repress the abundant urge to kick yourself. You had asked him to come all the way here with you and yet failed to grasp that what you had in mind wouldn’t be to his liking.

But then…he could have refused…right?

You discard that thought, knowing what you needed to do now.

“Do you want to go outside?”

Although the shop was comfy with its appearance, the built up awkward tension and his natural dislike for the substance isn’t going to help you much. Your reasoning also dips into the fact that that he’s directly planted in front of you and with absolute certainty you can declare that talking like this isn’t going to be especially great for you in particular.

Heading out of the shop proves to be an idea you wished had before as the light breeze actually sooths down the inner turmoil brewing inside of you. You even acknowledge that it was doing Dr. Kim good as well when the two of you weren’t trapped and confined to a single space.

“Why don’t you like coffee?”

“Too bitter.” He explains, “It’s the same for alcohol, it’s too bitter for me.”

“Then why did you agree to get coffee?” If Dr. Kim didn’t like the idea, he could have easily expressed his dislike for it.

“Because you asked me to come.”

You widen your eyes, opening and closing your mouth several times.

“I see…” It’s all you can muster up to say.

“So you grew up in Daegu?” He makes eye contact with you and the sudden curiosity leaves you puzzled.

But you decide that there was no harm in telling him, “I lived there with my mother for a while before I was taken in by my aunt and moved here.”

“How...was your aunt?” He sounds deeply contorted in thought.

“My aunt…” Truth be told, you aren’t a huge fan of the woman, who was only borderline obsessed with the notion that she finally had someone to take care of. But it can simply be thrown away; all the love and support she had given to you when you had ultimately decided that becoming a doctor was the pursuit of your life. “Is a kind lady, she took me in when I was really young and had supported my dreams. But she could be overbearing at times.”

“Do you miss Daegu?”

You contemplate, turning to him, “Sometimes? I have a career here but I left a lot behind.” A distant look remerges in your eyes, “I think more than Daegu, I miss my childhood friend the most.”

“Friend?”

You nod, “I had moved into the house next door to his and my health wasn’t the best, but he would always come over and try to lift my spirits.” A nostalgic sigh escapes from you, “I don’t know where he is now, but I hope he’s doing well.”

You turn to Dr. Kim with a smile at the memories, but you only find his gaze locked onto you. It isn’t stern and direct as it usually was but is contorted with something more, causing you grimace at the abrupt load of sheer pain filling his eyes.

“Cherry blossoms?”

He flinches, snapping back instantly when you point behind him at the petals fluttering down. “They’re finally blooming.” You say in astonishment and an entire roster of emotions are swirling around in his eyes, from grief to utter regret. You walk closer to observe them more as they slowly dance down and one rests itself in your palm.

“Didn’t Daegu have festivals for the cherry blossoms when they bloomed?” You turn to him when you recall that he had too said he originated from there.

He hums, “Every year. And everyone would gather to see them.”

You let out a sigh, “I wish I got to see it before I left.” You shake your head, “My aunt was in such a hurry to leave.”

She was.

Because I wanted to go with you.

“I never got to see them either.” He says instead and curiously you turn to him.

“What about you? Why did you leave?”

He pauses, eyes void of anything when his lips set into a repressed line, “I couldn’t stay there anymore.” His voice comes out harsher, a darker undertone lacing it. But he notices you staring at him and he lightens it up, “I left someone behind as well.”

You hum, “Who was this person?”

“Just someone...I had a crush on.” Your eyes widen dramatically and you stare at Dr. Kim bewildered to which a small smile tugs on his lips.

“A crush on?” Your mind is going on rapid whirlwinds at the new information being thrown out when you can’t even consider associating the concept of love with Dr. Kim. However, it makes you think in a different way, that perhaps there was more to the doctor that you simply hadn’t seen of.

He nods and the smile doesn’t fade off from his features. He almost looks like a young boy who was experiencing the feelings for the first time and not the established doctor you know so well.

“I unfortunately never got to confess. Like your friend, I hope she is doing well too.” You smile at the idea and there’s a warm, mutual feeling between you two, like there’s actual air you can breathe from and it isn’t considered horrific to be within the same proximity as him.

The rest of your evening actually passes by well, from you and Dr. Kim conversing about matters in the hospital with the recent surgery you had conducted together to then shifting completely to personal topics in which he seem invested about knowing from how you grew up in your time in Daegu. Its something you simply brush off considering that it was not only your hometown but his own as well and you welcome expressing thoughts from the past that you never imagined talking about alongside the doctor.

He eventually ends up taking you to your apartment and there is an immense load of tension getting uplifted from your shoulders that the time spent wasn’t entirely awkward as you had initially wondered. Instead, it was so much more interesting to talk to him outside of your professional workplace and just to simply understand Dr. Kim on an actual personal basis.

But the one spark that brings this evening to its close, is the question that had been hanging by a mere thread for majority of the time and you assume now is potentially the best time to bring it up.

“Dr. Kim?”

You’re stationed right in front of your apartment’s door and from extreme lengths, the recollection of you dragging him inside flashes through when you had gotten sick. You decide to caste that cringing thought away completely however. For your own sanity.

He hums, his gaze not feeling like it was attempting to judge you in anyway or as if it was infuriated with your simple existence. It’s instead a comfortable gaze, eyes that are relaxed and gleaming with a tint of playfulness as they draw curiously onto you.

“I know...” You begin, wanting to word this properly, “We’ve had our differences in the past, especially at work. But I do believe something had changed.” Carefully observing him while speaking, you notice that he just nods and doesn’t attempt to inject with anything you are saying.

“So what I wanted to ask was,” You pause, scoffing slightly in the back of your mind when words Yoongi had once spoken emerge, “Can we…”

“Personally, I think the two of you could be good friends.”

“Can we possibly be friends Dr. Kim?”

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Falling, falling - teaser

His eyes reflect what you see: an invisible line, drawn between the two of you for years now.

You- you want to cross it.

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pairing: Slytherin!Tae x Gryffindor!reader

word count: (teaser) 600+

tags/rating: SFW, e2l, Hogwarts!BTS so you know it’s a good time, who doesn’t love Gryffindor x Slytherin drama?? not revealing too much rn but I swear this fic is entertaining and worth it soooo

a/n: this bad boi™ is coming TOMORROW!! here’s a teaser to hopefully get you excited! I’ve had a blast working on this, and I’ll save the dramatics for tomorrow’s full fic, but here’s your sneak peek @mochi-molala and @delacyrose224 you greedy lil-

this is my first attempt at a Hogwarts au, so please let me know if this looks decent! happy Sunday, love you guys!

“You little-”

“Watch your tone.” Taehyung traces the rim of the cauldron with one long, deft finger and arches a brow. “Now, shall we start again?”

You glare at the boy, red coloring your vision. Taehyung doesn’t waver under your gaze, simply waiting for you to begin again. 

Eventually, you glance at the clock on the wall and sigh. “It’s getting late,” you mumble, hoping to appeal to his softer side. 

“Funny, I don’t recall asking for the time.”

Oh, right. He doesn’t have a softer side. 

Rookie mistake.

“You...” you look around for something to throw at him, but realize that you’ll get into more trouble if you start throwing random objects at the Potions professor’s star student. Finally, you land on the sight of his green and silver tie. “You look hideous in green.”

Taehyung’s marble-like expression cracks as he gasps, shock written on his face. “Well you look horrible in red!”

You jump up from your seat, gathering up your books in a rush. “That’s it! I- I can’t stand you!” Nearly tripping over the desk behind you, you make for the door. 

“Oh-ho, that’s rich coming from you,” Taehyung has also risen from his seat, and now rushes toward the door in order to block off your exit. “You think I wanted to get stuck down here, tutoring some arrogant Gryffindor that doesn’t even know how to brew a simple Sleeping Draught?”

You’re close to the door now, reaching for the knob just as Taehyung jumps in front of you and presses his back to the door. He’s panting, and you realize that you must be, too. 

Black hair mussed, eyes wide as he stares down at you. His mouth is half-open, ready to come up with some stupid insult just to annoy you. 

And there’s that stupid freckle on his nose that you can’t help but always notice. 

“I am done, Taehyung. Done. What don’t you understand about that? I have a quidditch match in the morning, I still have homework from transfiguration to take care of-”

“I’ll do it.”

You blink, not quite sure you heard what you did. “You- what? No, I’m not asking for homework help, I’m leaving.” 

Taehyung doesn’t budge, and it’s only now that it strikes you how much taller he is than you. You’ve only ever looked down on him before, glaring at him from your broom as he jeers in the stands. 

“No, you’re not.” His voice has dropped, matching the dark interior of the dungeons. It draws you in, making you sway on your feet. “We finish the job, and then you can run away to your little tower.”

You take a single step back and watch as Taehyung steps forward, never letting you move out of reach. But he doesn’t touch you. No, despite the way his hands are fidgeting at his sides, he doesn’t reach out to you. 

His eyes reflect what you see: an invisible line, drawn between the two of you for years now. 

You- you want to cross it. 

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you take another step back and grin savagely when he mirrors your movement once more. 

“We finish the job,” you parrot his words, “And then you can crawl back to your dungeon.”

The wooden edge of your desk presses into your back as you realize that you’ve retreated all the way back to where you began. Taehyung steps up closer, invading your space as he reaches behind your back. 

He’s so close it’s suffocating, like his very presence sucks up all the air in the room. You need oxygen, and you’re afraid that the only way to get it is through him. 

Taehyung produces the cauldron from where you’d left it on the desk, pressing it into your hands with a smug look. 

“With pleasure.”

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