#bts v fic

[kimbappykidding]

Other Parts: Part One, Part Two and Part Four.

V felt better than he had in a long time. He had a clear goal in mind and that gave him purpose and a reason to wake up in the morning. You. He knew now the future he wanted involved you and while that future was not guaranteed it gave him something to work for.

The first thing he did was cut out all his crutches, the booze the girls and everything in between. He didn't put anything in his body that he shouldn't and he immediately started feeling the benefits. Next, he started taking work more seriously. He began exercising to get his stamina back up to what it could be and went with Jimin to his vocal coaching appointments. He was on time at work and stayed late whenever he needed to. About a month in RM commented on V's progress and V thanked him but he wouldn't feel proud until you noticed the change in him.

Now his life was more stable he started working on himself. He started talking to a counsellor about his worries and struggles and she helped him come up with healthier mechanisms. He got checked out to make sure all the partying and sex hadn't affected his health or made him catch anything and felt so reassured when all his tests came back clean. He started examining his friendships and any that weren't okay with him taking a healthier approach to his life, he cut off. The guys in particular seemed happy when he told them he wasn't hanging around with that crowd anymore and he realised his members had been through a lot too.

He saw his family more and made sure to spend time with his mum in particular. He went home for her birthday for the first time since he'd broken up with you and she burst into tears when she saw him. He had no idea she'd missed him that much and promised to visit her more which just made her cry even more. Of all the things he'd done, this was what you noticed first.

When you came off hiatus you decided to just pretend V didn't exist so didn't look in his direction at any events and were hypervigilant about anything BTS. However, on your private Instagram, you could look at what you wanted and you'd seen the video on V's mum's Instagram of V surprising her for her birthday and were pleased. She was so happy to have her son back and he stayed with her for several days which was nice. V looked healthier in the photos and you couldn't help but notice that all his family members had alcohol but he clearly had a bottle of water instead. You had no idea if it was just a coincidence or not. You remembered what V had said at the end of his apology text about wanting to become a better person if you wanted him. Was this what he meant?

You were curious and so you asked your members what V was doing and they reported he'd dropped his toxic friends and they hadn't seen him at a nightclub in weeks. "Apparently he's performing better too" Yuqi said "my friend at Hybe said he's working hard to be a better idol and is always practising, exercising or rehearsing. They think he's turned over a new leaf but I'll believe it when I see it". "Or when it actually lasts long term" Soyeon said "he could easily revert back to his old ways". You nodded along but were a mixture of confused and dare you say excited? This must be the change V meant and if he did pull it off...well then you might think differently about letting him into your life again.

"Why?" Minnie asked noticing your frown and you shook your head "no reason". That convinced nobody. Soyeon narrowed her eyes at you and Yuqi shook her head "no come on, what's the reason?". You shook your head "nothing just...V said something to me after that video was leaked and I was wondering if he really meant it". The girls were SO curious so you showed them the text and were met with silence. "So you think...he's serious?" Shuhua asked cautiously "that he's changing like he promised?". You shrugged "I don't know...maybe?". "Do you want him to?" Soojin asked and you frowned "I don't know! Am I an idiot if I do?". "No!" Miyeon said "not at all!" and the girls all echoed her except Yuqi. She was the most straight-talking of the members so you looked at her and called her name. "Yuqi, what do you think?" you asked. She looked down and then up at you. "I don't know, part of me wants to just bundle you up and take you away from him because he does not deserve a second chance and I don't want you to get hurt if he reverts back to his usual ways". "So you think I shouldn't get my hopes up?" you asked and Yuqi shook her head "not at all and I think he's definitely doing all this for you". "You do?" you asked and Yuqi nodded "100% but I just hope it lasts. I think you need to give him time to mess up honestly. I'm worried he'll break your heart again if you go back to him now". You blinked "woah Yuqi I'm not planning to go back to him now". "You're not?" she asked with a hint of relief in her voice and you shook your head "god no! I was just checking if there were any reasons to hope this might be a good sign". Yuqi smiled "there's always a reason to hope, we'll keep an eye out for signs for you" and the girls all rushed to agree. "Thank you" you smiled at them "I promise I won't rush into anything" and from how tightly they all hugged you, you knew they all felt like Yuqi. They didn't want to see you hurt, you just hoped you'd be able to protect yourself better than last time.

V felt like his life was finally on track again but he reminded himself he couldn't expect you to suddenly come rushing to him. You might not actually be interested in his anymore or the damage might've already been done. He might've destroyed your trust in him and you needed solid proof before you were ready. Or maybe there was someone else or you were taking a break from dating after that leaked video nearly wrecked your career. There were so many reasons why you could be hesitating and V couldn't get ahead of himself. So he kept his head down and just carried on but some of your joint friends had different ideas.

Kai had noticed the changes in V majorly and he also knew about the text he'd sent you. At first, he was angry. Did V really think not sleeping with tons of girls and stopping putting toxins in his body for a few weeks would make things okay? He hoped you wouldn't fall for it and had his obligatory "he's not good enough for you" friend speech ready but he didn't need it. You didn't mention V and everything seemed to be okay...but then Kai started believing it. He'd known V for a while and heard a lot about him through Jimin and despite everything he didn't think V was a calculating person. He knew how to play the game and act when he had to but he wasn't malicious...so was this change real?

One day when he was hanging out with Jimin he "casually" asked how V was. Jimin looked at Kai almost questioningly and then nodded "he's good". "How good?" Kai asked "just the news has been really quiet about him lately. Is he on hiatus or something?". Jimin shook his head "no that's been all V, he's been a different person lately and all that's behind him". Kai snorted "yeah sure!" Kai smirked and Jimin shook his head "it's true!". "Jimin, I know he's your member but come on, I've seen him on a night out. Guys like that don't change". Kai didn't mean what he said but he wanted to prod Jimin into spilling more and it worked.

"Well you clearly don't know him and are judging him like everyone else!" Jimin burst and Kai held up his hands "calm down, no need to get mad". Jimin nodded "I know but he's been working really hard lately. It's not just his health and his worth ethic which he's taken charge of. He's repairing family relationships, he cut out bad friends who use him and he's talking to someone about the pressure and stress we're under! He's doing so well Kai and I don't care if you run and tell Y/n or not but he's doing amazing and I'm so proud of him". Kai nodded "you should be, it sounds like he's doing great". Jimin nodded taking a breath and after he'd calmed a little changed the subject but V stayed on Kai's mind the rest of the day.

Kai watched V even closer and recruited his members to also watch him and report back anything bad they'd heard but there wasn't much of that except a small bit from Sehun. "Binna is pissed at him" he excitedly said one day, taking to his detective role very happily. "Why?" Baekhyun asked "because he broke up with her?". Sehun nodded "apparently he'd ended things with her lots of time before" he said, doing air quotes when he said ended "but they always got back together or well Binna could find some way to convince him to carry on but not this time. According to my source, she's tried everything even showing up at his apartment in the middle of the night wearing nothing under her coat. He wouldn't even open the door to her and when she wouldn't leave he called her members to come get her. Apparently she went kicking and screaming". "Wow" Kai said "that must've been horrible for him" and all the guys nodded. "Are you going to tell Y/n?" Chanyeol asked and Kai noddded "I think I have to, I know she still cares about him and if he really has changed then I think he could make her happy". "Yeah and if he doesn't she knows we'll all kill him right?" D.O. asked and Kai smiled "I will make that crystal clear.

Kai did exactly that. He sat you down one day and explained why he thought you might just be able to listen to what V said. He warned you he'd only been watching him for 2 months so it might not be long term but so far it was looking good. "I'm not telling you this to tell you to get back with him" Kai said "just so you've got all the information. I'd considered keeping it from you but knew I couldn't do that. I want to protect you but I also want you to be happy and V might be able to do that". You got goosebumps as Kai said that and nodded "I've been watching him too, it looks good right?". Kai smiled "it really does" and you both exchanged things you'd noticed and were pleased with. "Okay so what do I do next?" you asked and when Kai hesitated you smiled "and I don't mean romantically. That's in the back of my mind but I want to start off as friends first. So how do you think I do that?". Kai smiled "leave it to me".

"Okay" Kai said the next time he saw Jimin "what would you say if I told you Y/n was open to being friends with V again". Jimin's huge eyes got even wider "WHAT!" he cried "she said that? She's open to him? This is amazing!". Kai held up his hands "calm down, I'm just feeling things out". "But you must think she's open to it if you're asking me" Jimin pointed out. Kai nodded "we've both noticed the changes in V's behaviour and they've seemed pretty consistent...and that is the only reason I am encouraging this" Kai said "if I thought for a second V was trying to trick or deceive Y/n..." Kai started but Jimin shook his head "he's not Kai. Trust me, I like Y/n and don't want to see her hurt. If I thought he wasn't serious I would tell you to put her off but he's deadly serious. He's had laser focus and it's really impressive". Kai nodded "okay great, so how do we do this? Y/n is open but also nervous". Jimin frowned "would she be okay if V messaged her or should we do something a little more organic?". Kai nodded "I like your thinking, what are you doing next Saturday?".

Chanyeol's birthday party was pretty low-key to say how popular the stunning rapper was but he liked it that way. However, lowkey for an idol meant a party with 100 people and so Kai managed to get two tickets for Jimin and V to attend. He'd checked with you in advance and you were okay with it and actually a little excited. Even though you were definitely coming at this from a friendship perspective, you still dressed extra nicely tonight knowing V would be here. Kai was probably more nervous than you and with two good reasons 1. he had helped organise this so if V hurt you it would be his fault and 2. Yuqi had threatened to kick his ass if no.1 happened. So Kai was fluttering around you nervously when he saw V enter.

You hadn't noticed, too busy chatting to NCT's Johnny and Kai was unsure if he should warn you or not. V saw him watching him and gave him a small nod which Kai returned. Kai took a seat next to you and you could just tell from the look on his face V was here. Sure enough, when you searched you found him. He was at the bar with Jimin but he didn't order anything. He looked nothing like the last few times you'd seen him. Before he'd either been cocky and smug or emotional and frantic. This time he seemed softer, you watched him smile at something Jimin said and nod to some Red Velvet members who passed him. You looked down, worried he'd look up and see you watching him and felt a little flushed. You reminded yourself the whole point of V being here tonight was so you could talk to him and wondered how you'd do that.

Luckily it happened pretty casually. You were walking with NCT's Doyoung and Jeno when Jeno saw Jimin and rushed to hug him. Jeno had apparently met Jimin years ago at some event before he was an idol and they'd remained friends. Doyoung also went over to greet Jimin and V. You followed and smiled at Jimin before looking at V. He was staring at you a little and looked almost stunned you were in front of him but he quickly smiled and bowed to you. He said a polite hello to everyone and the conversation continued. You let Jimin and Jeno talk before looking back at V. He caught your eye and smiled "I liked your latest comeback" he said softly. You smiled "thank you, it was a lot of work but it turned out well". He nodded "I can imagine it was, the concept was so cool and the routine looked really difficult". You nodded "it was, I still don't think my thighs have recovered" and V laughed. You liked the sound of his laugh and smiled a genuine smile. V noticed and paused "would you like to go have a chat? I'd love to catch up on how work and stuff is going?" and you nodded.

The two of you talked for about half an hour and it was a little awkward but sweet. V was careful with you and you could tell the effort he was putting in. He'd clearly remembered everything you liked when you were together and when he asked about your favourite sports team you had to smile. "I thought about you when they won" he admitted and you did blush a little at that. He asked you tons of questions and watched you answer with his attention fully fixed on you. You could see Kai and your members watching you nervously so decided to wrap things up before anything could go wrong. "Yeah of course!" V said "it's been so nice speaking to you, would it be okay if I texted you?" he asked and you nodded "yeah I'd like that" and V smiled.

So after that, the two of you were in contact. It started off slowly, exchanging polite conversations and funny photos before it got more casual and evolved into meeting up. The two of you had to be super careful not to be photographed together but V always made sure you came first and were comfortable with where you wanted to go. You went to all your old hangouts and also lots of new ones. V commented on how much you'd grown since you'd last been friendly and you did feel proud. You weren't the same person as before and had matured so much...the same could be said for V. He was different not only from when you last new him but also from the sex-obsessed party boy you'd come to know him as. He explained to you what some of these changes involved and how he'd given up the drink and other addictive substances. He admitted he didn't know who he was in those times and how he enjoyed his life a lot more now. You were so happy to hear that and had noticed a huge difference in him but didn't really know what to do from here.

You'd told Kai you just wanted to get to know V as friends and you'd done that. You'd sussed him out and liked what you saw but what now? You were terrified to take the next step even though on paper everything was straightforward. V was stable, healthy and in a place for commitment. You still had great chemistry and had never stopped finding him attractive. You felt great when you were around him and found yourself missing him when you didn't get to see him for a bit. So why couldn't you just tell him you wanted him?

It was really bothering you and V noticed you seemed more anxious than usual so he asked you why and it all spilled out. "I don't know what's wrong with me!" you admitted "everything is perfect but something's making me hold back". V shook his head "nothing's wrong with you Y/n, I hurt you really badly several times so of course you've learnt to be cautious around me and it's not in your nature to jump into something with me". You frowned "I know but I figured if I spent time with you that fear would go and it hasn't! We've been hanging out for nearly 3 months now and I'm still wary of going any further. The attraction isn't the issue either, I like you and I want you I just can't" you said exasperated. V nodded and patted your hand "Y/n it's okay, you don't need to blame yourself. The problem is clearly me and something you're not getting from me so think, what do you need me to do?" V asked "seriously just tell me and I'll do it". "V it's not that simple" you sighed but he shook his head "no it is, you tell me absolutely anything you need from me and I'll do it to prove how serious about you I am". You shook your head "I want there to be something, some act that can make it all better but I don't know V...I'm not sure if there's anything that can reassure me enough. I'm too nervous and scared about the whole thing".

That broke V's heart. "I never want to make you upset" he said and you smiled sadly "and you haven't, these past months have been so nice and I'm really glad you're back in my life...I just don't know if it was wise. I feel like it's made us both want each other and I didn't want to give you false hope but I just don't know what you could possibly do to prove it all to me". V nodded "I understand, can I still see you?" he asked "or do you think that would be too painful for you?". You shook your head "I don't want to lose you V just maybe we'll need a break for a bit. If I see you right now it's just going to remind me of what I can't have and that will just make me upset and depressed". V nodded "okay I respect that, if you think of anything I can do though can you let me know?". You hesitated before nodding "I can't think of anything that would prove to me how serious about all of this you are but of course yeah, if I think of anything I'll tell you".

You parted ways quickly after that with heavy hearts and V was wracking his brains of ways he could fix this. What you said last to him stuck in his mind. He gave it a few days and when his mind still didn't change he decided to go for it. It was the riskiest thing he'd ever done but if it showed you how serious about you he was, it would all be worth it.

V set up his phone and purposefully chose a room in the studio that locked. He'd vaguely told the staff he was going live but left it at that so technically he never lied to them about what he was going to do.

He quickly greeted fans after he went live and then got to the point. "So I know this in unplanned but I'm here today because I've got something I need to confess. The truth is, I'm in love with Y/n from G-(I)dle" V said. He felt the atmosphere change even though it was a virtual medium and knew this was monumental but kept going. "We dated for 3 years and broke up 5 years ago because I wasn't a good boyfriend. I was immature, unsupportive and wasn't happy having one amazing girl. Y/n put up with me for way longer than she deserved" V said as a member of staff tried the locked door. "When she ended it with me I was happy because it was the excuse I needed to sleep with any girl I wanted but I now realise it was the worst moment of my life. Y/n was an amazing girlfriend, she was caring, thoughtful and made me feel like I could do anything. She loved me more than I even knew was possible and with her I just felt at home" V said smiling slightly at the memory before his smile vanished "but then I ruined everything" he said. "I'm telling you all this because some of you have taken it upon yourselves to abuse Y/n for dating me. I'm telling you all if you want a villain, it's me. I started that argument you all saw with Y/n because I was selfish and wanted her to come back and save me after all I'd put her through. I was a jerk but I wasn't the one put on hiatus or punished and anyone who harassed her is not a true fan of mine" he said shaking his head in anger. The person trying to get in started knocking on the door getting louder and louder and V sighed "I'll be cut off soon but I wanted you all to know. I love Y/n and will never love anyone else like I love her. She is the greatest person I know and I would give up everything, all of this" he said gesturing around the room "for her...because she's really that special and I wanted you all to know that".

He ended the stream and opened the door, ready to face the consequences.

[jjkeverlast]

feel real | kth

BANNER BY @freyarchive <3 thank you sm my love!!

-> pairing taehyung x fem!reader

-> genre established relationship | smut

-> summary a late nigh stroll with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn

-> word count 1.5k

-> warnings fingering, choking, doggy, unprotected sex (y'all know the usual drill), public sex 👀 and taehyung's duality :'))

-> author's note wheeew here it is. my bday fic for taehyung. happy bday to our lovely king!!! this is mostly dedicated to my hyung @gimmethatagustd and all my taehyung whores out there. i hope you enjoy the pwp <3333

“You know,” Taehyung clenches your hand, catching every ounce of your attention as you both walk along the river. 

“I’ve been meaning to do something, ever since you stepped out wearing that dress.” His jaw clenched, his eyes trailing down your form and you feel your body grow hot over his subtle action. 

“What exactly?” You’re curious. 

Taehyung doesn’t respond, chuckling lowly before you both reach a secluded bridge, with an unforgettable view of the city at night. 

“Wow.” You’re caught off guard, stopping the both of you as you lean against the railing, looking out and taking the beauty in. 

“Yeah.” Taehyung stands behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head leans on your shoulder. You feel warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. Small actions by Taehyung never failed to make you act out as if you had just started dating a week ago. 

You both stay quiet, the water beneath you moving in a rhythm as the stars light down on the both of you. 

A small kiss to the collarbone from Taehyung makes you gasp by the sudden action. It’s adorable, but the look on Taehyung’s eyes prove that there’s much more than just cuteness in his act. 

He proves it to be right, moving further towards your neck, the tip of his tongue joining in on the long and languid kisses he’s giving you. 

Somehow the mood changes, it always does whenever Taehyung breaks out of his soft side and astonishes you with his other side. 

You’re thinking he’ll stop, he has to somehow when you’re standing on a bridge, someone being able to walk by at any moment. But then again, Taehyung has something else he wants to show you, or rather give you and it sends a common chill down your spine. 

“Taehyung.” You breathe out, tilting your head further to give him more access. Although your tone doesn’t match with your action. You’re cautious, have always been when it comes to any forms of PDA in public spaces. 

“Mmm.” His nose nuzzles your cheek, his mouth close to your ear. 

“What— what are you doing?” You turn, his eyes already on you as a devilish smirk appears onto his face. 

“What I’ve been meaning to do. Stand still.” You look both ways, noticing it’s completely stranded yet it still isn’t certain that a bridge is a good enough place for whatever Taehyung has up his sleeve. You trust him, so you don’t comment, letting his hands roam on every part of your body that they meet. 

He’s starting slow, his slender and long fingers toying with the details of your dress. You look down, admiring the thin rings that decorate them. 

You don’t think too much about the certain action. Not until he decides to pull your dress up, his fingers sliding in between your legs and grabbing firmly on your inner thigh. 

“Can I?” He speaks calmly behind you. It’s low but enough for you to hear and without thinking further you nod. 

He doesn’t hesitate, moving his hands towards your thong, feeling the fabric on the tip of his fingers. You keep looking down, watching the further his hand disappears from your sight and under your dress. 

Taehyung knows every part of your body. Every inch of you that’s sensitive, soft and delicate. He has a tendency to fully enjoy you, as he lets his hand explore just as much as his eyes when you’re in front of him. 

There’s something special about Taehyung’s hands. The way he carefully uses them when it comes to you and your body, as if you’re a delicate flower. His hands have imprinted themselves in your brain and whenever he acts out with them, your eyes admire every part. 

Two of his fingers drag themselves down, the fabric wrinkling due to the action. You’re already wet. You have been ever since his lips touched your exposed collarbone and up towards your jaw. Taehyung moves your underwear aside, the breeze landing on your exposed heat. The sensation feels new, but it’s soon covered by a common feeling of Taehyung’s fingers playing with your entrance. You softly sigh, Taehyung moving up closer behind you. The leather fabric of his jacket crinkles along with his movements. 

As he’s breathing down your neck, his fingers spread your folds and move up towards your clit. The rhythm starts slow, small circles to begin with paired by his middle finger. Your hands squeeze on the railing in front of you for support, your breathing turning quicker the more he does it. 

He loves to hear you. Hear how much he’s able to please you, simply by his fingers. His fingers that you love so much. But due to the circumstances, you’re trying to stay quiet. 

Taehyung makes sure no one will walk by, keeping himself on a look out. All he wants is for you to feel safe, especially in a risky place. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He’s biting down your earlobe, almost as if it’s a reward for you to keep your voice down. 

“Being so quiet for me.” Taehyung goes back to kissing every part of your skin that he’s able to reach. He doesn’t slow down the pace of him toying with your clit, even as your legs slightly shake, reasons being you’re much closer than you think. 

“Tae— fuck.” You exclaim, grabbing his wrist firmly as it continues to move under the fabric. 

Every sensation is building within you, your heart beating rapidly as your mind turns blank. You’re feeling all forms of emotions rushing along with your blood pumping as the familiar knot appears in the pit of your stomach. 

The one thing you’ve always admired about your boyfriend is him being extremely attentive. Watching how your body reacts to certain actions, letting it control him and how his curious eyes pop open whenever you react differently. 

So when Taehyung notices how your body tenses, your breathing quickening and your legs shaking, he grabs your chin with his free hand, kissing you messily as you moan into the kiss and finish all over his fingers. 

Your head leans on Taehyung’s shoulder, relaxing yourself as the orgasm washes itself out. You’re pleased, the smile forming naturally on your face proving just that. 

“That was— nice.” You chuckle as Taehyung playfully nudges you, irritated by your choice of words. 

“I’m not done with you.” 

He pushes himself up against you, acknowledging just how hard you’ve made him and the need for him despite the circumstances grows faster than lighting. 

Taehyung removes his belt, taking an extra look around to make sure someone isn’t near or on their way to approach the both of you in an intimate act. With the coast clear, Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to complete his task, which is fucking you as you admire the view. 

It’s a quickie. You both are settled on that but when the tip of Taehyung’s cock drags itself in between your folds, you’d wish that there would be more time. 

“Keep your eyes on the view.” He demands and you turn, his hands pulling up your dress further, your ass exposed as well. 

“Why?” Your voice chokes up as he slowly enters you, stretching you out in the process. 

“Fuck— want you to enjoy it while I enjoy mine.” Your knees almost buckle, imagining how Taehyung must be looking down at your perked ass, his hands grabbing and touching it, licking his lips over how beautiful your body is. 

“Shit.” He fills you up completely, his hand meeting your throat, clutching it as he starts to move. You lose the ability to say anything, too overwhelmed by the sensation from Taehyung’s cock hitting your g-spot. 

“We gotta be quick, baby. How’s the view?” Taehyung grunts right below your ear. 

“Good— so fucking good.” You aren’t talking about the view, Taehyung definitely knows that. 

You’re both so focused on each other's bodies connecting in the middle, as it makes you both dizzy the longer time runs between you. Taehyung starts to pant, his hold on you tightening on your form, a signal of him already being close. 

If it weren’t for the way you so easily wrap around him, being so warm and wet then he would’ve been able to hold it for a bit longer but you make everything impossible. Especially when you push your ass further into him, the sounds of your skins slapping against each other echoing on the bridge. 

Fuck. It’s so risky yet thrilling for you. Your nerves are kicking at every corner, scared someone might see you in this position yet with the feeling of Taehyung’s cock inside of you, you truly don’t care. 

Your subtle action is the last thing Taehyung needs before he comes undone, painting your walls. 

Normally Taehyung would take care of you right after, but you both are in a hurry. Messily fixing yourselves before moving along, walking away from the bridge as if nothing happened. You notice how the rings have marked themselves on your neck, a memory to remember the unimaginable experience between you and him. 

“Well that was definitely something.” You joke, your boyfriend joining you in as he tickles you from behind. 

There’s no one like him, and there never will be. 

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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?

[bteezxyewriter12]

Take My Picture ~ Tae/ 1

Pairing- Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 1.6k

Includes- Blow job, cock riding, wall sex, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @yeosayang @itstyraaxx

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Couple for this series is from Dance with Me

Tae POV

I move my eyes back to the photographer just as he snaps the picture

I have to focus

Do this shoot and give it my all

It's just so hard with my girlfriend standing a few feet behind the photographer, her eyes on me

And the occasional sight of her phone as she takes her own pictures of me

She bites her lip as I raise my eyebrow and look at her

Her legs press together and I absentmindedly lick my lip

I just wanna be in between her pretty legs, licking her cream then fucking her stupid

She points to the photographer, snapping me out of my thoughts

Fuck I'm in the middle of a shoot and I just had a mini sex fantasy of my girlfriend

I need to get it together

Paying attention to the photographer, I continue the shoot, doing different poses, different faces

And all the while I keep looking at her

I just admit defeat and look between shots

I can't help it

She's so fucking hot, I can't take it sometimes

She thinks I'm crazy when I tell her how hot she is, how much she turns me on, how beautiful she is

She gives me a weird face and when I insist I do see her that way, she pats my cheek and smiles

Like she doesn't believe me

Doesn't matter because I will never stop telling her that she's gorgeous and that I love her more than anything

Finally my turn for pictures is over

I move off the wall, walking towards her

Grabbing her hand, I pull her along as we leave the set

I need her now

I walk past Jungkook, who's walking towards us, hearing him say, "Where you guys going?"

He knows

I fuck her literally everyday

I bypass the dressing room we got ready in because there's way too many people there

The next two dressing rooms have people in them too and I'm getting antsy

Thankfully the next one is empty and I open the door

"Uh what are we doing here?", she asks as I pull her inside, closing and locking the door

Pulling her against me I crash my mouth to hers in a searing hot kiss

She responds immediately, kissing me back and pulling me tightly to her

I press my hard on into her, rubbing against her

"That's why we're here", I whisper

"Uh..um.", she babbles

"You were distracting me so much pumpkin. I couldn't focus on the shoot because I had to keep looking at you", I tell her, pressing kisses to her slender neck, "You're so fucking hot baby and god you make me so horny"

"Fuck Tae"

Grabbing her hand, I put it on my cock, "See how hard I am? Do you know how hard it is to pose with this in my pants?"

"My poor baby", she says softly, kissing my cheek

Her hands slide down my to my jacket, unbuttoning it and tearing it open

I don't have a shirt on under it and her small warm hands are immediately on my skin, touching gently

"Fuck pumpkin", I whimper, loving her touch

I can just lay in bed all day feeling her touch me

I can't get enough

She shoves the jacket off me and it lands on the floor while her hands moved further down, undoing my belt and my pants

"Let me help you baby. Let me make you feel good. Let me make it better"

I nod, whimpering as my pants and boxers hit the floor

She kneels on the carpet, her tongue licking my cock from base to tip and I moan loudly

She takes me in her mouth and starts sucking while bobbing her head back and forth, pleasure slapping my body everywhere

She's such a fucking pro at giving me blow jobs

She always goes hard, it always feels amazing, her mouth fucking incredible

Switch between sucking and licking, she moves her mouth faster, licking right under the tip where she knows I love it

Her head moves down, taking me in her throat, deepthroating me easily

She holds me in her mouth sucking hard and swallowing, making her already tight throat even tighter

"God baby!", I cry, my hand plunging in her hair, "Such a good girl"

I'm so close and I'm debating coming in her mouth

I know if I do, I can't fuck her right now because I don't know if I can get hard again in the short timeframe we have right now

And as amazing as it feels, I want to cum in her warm pussy

Painstakingly, I pull her head away and she looks up at me confused

I hold out my hand to her and she takes them while I pull her up

I get all my clothes off then take her hand and lead her to the couch

I sit on it, then pull her to me by her belt loops of her jeans

I get them and all her clothes off in record time, pulling her on me

She sits, straddling me, her pretty pussy so wet

Moving my hand, I touch her, getting her creamy juice all over my fingers

Keeping my eyes on her, I move my hand up, put my fingers in my mouth and I suck on them moaning so loudly at her incredible taste

God I'm a sucker for her cum

"So good pumpkin", I smirk, watching her swallowing hard

Holding my cock up, I raise my eyebrow at her

"Fuck me pumpkin"

She immediately moves over my shaft and lowers herself, impaling her cunt on my entire length in one shot

We both cry out as she starts to move quickly and hard, pleasure filling my body with every move

"Yeah baby. Fuck. I love when you ride me", I whine

"I love riding you Tae", she whimpers, "Big cock, so hard. Feels so good inside me. Rubbing and hitting all the right spots"

"Mmm I think you like my cock baby"

"I love it Tae", she moans, pulling me into a kiss

I thrust up into her when she's coming down and my cock goes so deep inside her, her cunt flooding my lap and throbbing wonderfully as I slam into her spot

"Yes Taehyung!", she cries

I keep thrusting hard and watch her ride me desperately at the same time, each hit bringing her closer

"Mmmm such a good pussy pumpkin. Cum baby", I say

Her cunt tightens so hard, her body shaking as she screams my name, flooding my cock with her creamy cum, so much bliss running through me from just her orgasm

"Yes pumpkin, good girl", I praise as I continue thrusting up

Once she slumps on me, I stand up, holding her against the wall

I'm not done with her yet

I pump my cock in and out of her tight pussy, her head against the wall, her neck exposed

I kiss and suck on every inch of her skin, spreading them down to her jiggling boobs

Holding one up, I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking immediately as I fuck her into the wall

Her pussy feels so good, stretching and hugging me, like she's desperate to hold on to me

I like that a lot

"Tae", she whimpers, her hands in the back of my hair, pulling hard

"Mmm", I answer, switching to her other nipple, her cunt flooding me length as soon as I suck on her

She's close

I am too

I just need to feel her orgasm and it'll push me over the edge

Hitting her spot deeply, she screams in pleasure, pulsing uncontrollably

Her orgasm starts mine and I yell in ecstasy, sheathing my cock inside her as I spill everything I have

The tugging and pulling her cunt is doing on my cock feels amazing and just prolongs everything

"Taehyung! God", she moans while I bury my face in her neck, moaning her name over and over again

When it's over, I just keep holding her, breathing in the scent of her skin, feeling her arms around me

My heart is jack hammering in my chest and all I want is to take her to the couch and sleep

Unfortunately I can't

"Think you can do the photo shoot now baby?", she teases softly, making me chuckle

"Maybe for a little until I look at you and get hard again"

"Kim, Taehyung, you better do your job and do it well or I won't ride you when we get home"

I lift my head, smiling widely at her

"You will?"

"If you're a good boy"

"I am", I promise, "I'm your good boy pumpkin"

She nods, pressing a small kiss on my lips

Putting her down, we both clean up, then get dressed again

Although I know the stylists are gonna have to fix my outfit

And my hair

And most likely my make up

Yeah they're not gonna be happy

"C'mon Tae", she calls, holding her hand out to me

I take it and she leads me out the door back to the set

As I predicted, the stylists surround me immediately, they're hands all over, fixing my appearance

When that's finally done, I take her hand and lead her back to the set

"It's about fucking time!", Namjoon says, "We've been looking for you"

"I was busy", I say, rolling my eyes

"We have to do group shots and you were missing!"

"I'm here now", I answer

Namjoon is about to say something else when the director cuts in

"Ok, let's just do these shots and finish the shoot ok?"

Everyone agrees

"Behave", she says as she kisses me softly

"I'll try", I smirk at her

She rolls her eyes but smiles, shooing me away and I walk to the guys, already imagining what's to come tonight

I glance at her and get hard

Again

[sailoryooons]

Bust | KTH | (m)

☾ Pairing: Heistman!Taehyung x f. Reader

☾ Summary: Seeing a beautiful man in the middle of a bank robbery is unusual. Seeing him again afterward is even more unlikely… and yet not unlucky. 

☾ Word Count: 2,211

☾ Genre: Criminal, Smut, PWP

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Bank robbery, light depiction of fear/anxiety, mentions of poor financial situations and money-related stress, recreational drinking, ‘good girl’ petname, explicit language, sexually explicit content including oral (f. receiving), biting, spanking, implied body worship kind of, a hint of overstim, bodily fluids and cum-eating. 

☾ Published: Monday, January 15, 2024

☾ A/N: This is an idea I randomly spoke about forever ago in a TikTok DM with @gimmethatagustd and this is strictly written to ruin their entire life tonight. I hope it works idk osifodigjoijg. 

☾ A/N 2: Tonight is number four for my 100 Drabble Challenge and I rolled number 24 for criminals! I hope you enjoy my depraved thoughts of Taehyung in that GOD DAMN SQUID GAME OUTFIT AT PTD. MY MASK KINK DOESN’T MAKE AN APPEARANCE BUT BE FUCKING SURE IT WILL ONE DAY. HE MADE ME INSANE. 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Sweat beads down your back, the trickle of it slower than the clock ticking above your head. Time seems to slow as you sit on a carpet that hasn’t been steam cleaned since the 80s and push yourself against the wall, eyes glued to the open vault. 

It had happened so fast and yet now, it’s like it can’t be over fast enough. Each second that ticks by feels like it takes a year. You cannot hear the chatter of the men inside the vault, but their harsh whispers raise goosebumps on your skin.

At least they haven’t noticed you. Not that you would do much, anyway. You have no intention of going over to push the alarm by the door, too afraid to alert the armed man who stands just outside the vault room on the other side, and far too underpaid to risk your life for a financial institution. 

For a moment, you wish it were you robbing the damned bank. Maybe you could pay off the student loans on your degree you’re not using and run the heating in your apartment during the winter instead of bundling up in several layers. 

Your momentary lapse of delusion passes as the men rush out of the vault, duffles in hand. They’re all dressed in red, black masks covering their faces with shapes on them. You’re vaguely aware that the costume belongs to some sort of show you saw online, but you can’t place them.

Perhaps you’ll watch it now.

“Hurry up,” one of the men barks toward the vault. There had been three inside, but only two came out. “Grab the last and let’s go. Two minutes left.”

They’re gone in an instant. Your eyes dart back to the vault where you can hear the last person inside. Glancing at the clock, you watch the seconds tick by. 

Ten seconds. Fifteen. Thirty. A minute. 

A man dressed in a red suit, hood pulled over his head comes out of the vault. As he slugs it shut with one arm, the bag on his shoulder droops, spilling the contents inside out onto the floor. Bands of cash fall out, thudding around his feet. He swears loudly and bends over, back slipping more to drop cash on the ground.

In his frustration, he crouches and tips the mask up a fraction, shielding his face from the camera above but not from you, huddled on the floor a few feet away.

Your heart skips. The thief is beautiful. Dark eyes focused on his task, a wide nose that fits perfectly on a symmetrical face with high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and a pursed mouth. There’s a flush in his face from the heat, the tip of his nose an endearing shade of rose.

As if sensing your gaze, his head snaps up. You cower against the wall, realizing now that you’ve seen his face, you’ve doomed yourself. He stalls completely, gloved hand hovering over the cash, eyes boring into you. He arches a brow as if to ask you a question and you respond by shaking your head. 

The thief gives you a cocky grin, nodding before he finishes picking up the money and tossing it into the bag. He looks at you again, a smirk on full display before he winks and pulls the mask back down. “Good girl,” he purrs. “I like that.” 

Despite the situation, your stomach flips. He stands and rushes out, lingering by the door for a second longer to stare at you through the black mask. You can’t see his face, but you know you’ll never forget it, pretty as an angel, dangerous as a devil. 

When the group is gone, you wait in silence, only the pumping of your heart to keep you company. When the cops come and ply you with questions all you can do is shake your head repeatedly. 

I was too scared. I can’t remember. 

-

I was too scared. I can’t remember. 

It is the same thing you tell investigators for nearly two months. Just when you think they won’t keep asking what the man looked like, they finally drop it, handing over the robbery details to the FBI. They were at least a little less callous, caring a little less about how many questions you answered. 

If you had to guess, your unimpressive financial situation even after the robbery was significant enough that you weren’t involved with the robbery. 

It’s hard not to wish you had been. The straw in your mouth belongs to a drink that is far too expensive for you to not wince and it barely tastes like anything. At this rate, you know you won’t get a buzz. You’d love alcohol to take the edge off of the loud club music or loosen you up a bit, but you’re resigned to being sober for the rest of your friend's birthday. 

Around you is a gaggle of men and women, both people you know and new faces trying to pick up your friends. Anyone trying to hit on you has already decided you’re far too grumpy to waste time on, most of their backs facing you as people shout over the music about working in finance.

You wonder if they also rob banks in their spare time. It makes you grin, thinking fondly about the thief once again. You do that a lot.  

Sipping the drink, you glance at your phone. It’s been an hour since you arrived, but you’re wondering if enough time has reasonably passed to excuse yourself. Tomorrow is one of your few days off and you intend to spend it lounging on the couch watching TV instead of nursing a headache.

Someone slides into the space at the bar next to you. You don’t glance up at them, spinning your skinny cocktail straw absently as you stare at the melted ice of your Long Island iced tea. You hoped that once it melted it would turn into a second drink, but it hasn’t. Cold, bitter water it is, then. 

“Why the long face?” You frown at the vaguely familiar voice and glance up, freezing. 

Mr. Bank Robber looks down at you, cocking his head to the side with a wolfish grin. Your mouth pops open in surprise, leaning back a little as you drink him in. This close, he is far more beautiful than you remember, the edges and shadows of his face like a carefully painted fresco. Michelangelo could hardly be talented enough to capture this. 

“You,” you whisper, his grin spreading further. 

“Have we met?” he leans on the bar, dressed in all black. You eye the three-piece suit and the glinting diamonds in the cuff links. His clothes are far finer than anything anyone else is wearing and when you breathe in sharply, you smell a hint of woody cologne. His dark hair is slicked back and you catch the dainty hoop earrings in his lobes. You like the juxtaposition. 

“You know we have.” He tongues the inside of his cheek, turning his head to order with the bartender. His eyes stray to you, raising a brow. You supply him with your answer, “A long island.”

The bartender nods, momentarily stupefied by the heistman’s beauty before walking over to the POS, tapping the screen with the speed and aggression unique to bartenders. 

“Kind of a shitty club,” he mentions, looking around over the top of your head. Sweat clings to your lower back, your mouth growing dry as you watch colors splash on his face. “Your face is too pretty for a place like this.”

“Is that so?” 

“Mhmm.” The bartender puts the drinks on the counter and the man gives him cash, signaling to keep the change. The bartender raises a brow but says nothing, taking the money as he goes. “What’s your name?”

“You probably already know it.” He cocks his head to the side. “I’m sure you looked me up to see if I was a threat or watched me to see what I’d do.”

“You watch too many heist movies.”

“Maybe I watch just enough.”

He laughs at that and your lips twitch. It’s rich, making his face intimidating as he gives you a wide smile and shakes his head. “Alright, maybe you’re right.”

“Can I know your name?”

“For the right price.”

“My silence was a pretty petty, no?”

He bites his bottom lip, eyes dipping down and back up. You sip your drink, feeling a flush of warmth unfurl in your body, most notably between your legs. “I like you.”

“You have to like me. I know your secret.” 

Leaning forward, he ducks down so that he’s murmuring into your ear, hot breath ghosting your skin and making you tremble. “Want to hear more?” Your eyelids flutter as he waits, skin buzzing at his sudden proximity. You nod, feeling lightheaded. “My name is Taehyung. Want to get out of here?”

-

“Fuck,” Taehyung growls, hands skimming your bare sides. You can’t keep still under his gaze, hips squirming and fingers twisting in the sheets. His mouth is swollen and covered in your spit, his eyes blown as a large hand scrapes down to your thigh where he gives you a good slap. “I knew you were a good girl.”

A moan trips out of your mouth. Your thigh stings where he slapped you but he soothes it with the easy back-and-forth motion of his hand, his fingers digging into your flesh. Taehyung is a man starved, having littered your body with harsh kisses and bites, nearly breaking the skin.

You don’t care. You’re feverish for him, room spinning as you sprawl on his soft sheets in a hotel room that is far nicer than anything you’ve ever been in. You burn up like a star, core raging as Taehyung leans back down, pressing your naked thighs open for him as he sucks the skin of your chest between his teeth.

Everything aches. You want him so bad that you feel a cry come out of your mouth, lips wobbling as he laughs against your skin, sinking lower and lower, mouth loud as he sucks at your skin, tongue brushing over the sting of his teeth. 

“Does my good girl need her pussy eaten?” Taehyung rasps, looking up at you where he kneels between your legs. “Is that why you’re crying, hmm?”

Taehyung looks like something out of a thriller. His eyes are dark and hungry, his shadowed face becoming some sort of demon of lust. He’s what you would imagine a dark god. A bacchanal devil, a creature made for sin. 

All you can do is nod in response, feeling Taehyung’s vicious grip on your thighs as he presses you further, your muscles stretching. The strain feels good, as does the slow drip of your cunt down the curve of your ass mixed with his breath.

“So messy,” he murmurs, leaning forward and blowing cool air on your sticky folds. You squirm, the sensation sending you into overdrive as you twist your head to the side, eyes squeezed shut. He’s barely done a thing and you’re worked up more than you can ever recall. “Pretty.”

The slow, soft press of Taehyung’s tongue through your pussy makes you sag. It’s the relief that you so desperately needed, eyes rolling back as he circles your clit and drags his tongue back down. Taehyung is slow as he eats you out, tongue savoring every drop you can give him.

He taps your thigh, drawing your attention to him. He smirks as his tongue dips into your entrance, dragging back up to swirl around your throbbing bud a few times.

It’s impossible to tear your eyes away once you’re watching. Taehyung keeps his razor-sharp gaze on you, bringing his mouth fully to your cunt as he sucks eagerly. There is a rhythm to the curl of his tongue and the sharp suck of his lips, the wet smack of his ministrations driving you crazy.

“Mmm,” he hums, pressing his face in further. He’s messy with it, his jaw and nose covered in shiny slick. He laughs throatily when your back comes off the bed, thighs shaking. “Such a good pussy, just like I knew it would be.”

It feels too hot in the room. Your breaths are coming in too fast and there’s nothing you can do to catch it, Taehyung working you up to a frenzied, frenetic orgasm. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, pumping so hard that you think you might need to stop.

And then you break.

Your body seizes as you come, a scream ripping through your mouth as Taehyung slurps hungrily at your mess, spurred by your release. You can’t stop shaking as he dives in, unwilling to stop until you’re babbling, nearly lifeless as the orgasm teeters into overstimulation. 

Only then does Taehyung pull his mouth away, trailing wet, cum-spit kisses on your inner thigh, nipping your thigh here and there. 

“Think you can take more?” he asks, slurring his words against your thigh. “Think you can take my cock.” 

You nod eagerly, hand letting go of the sheets and reaching toward him. “Yes.”

“Mmm good. I’m about to bust.” He bites your knee. “And I don’t mean a bank, this time.” 

[c0llisiion]

ATTENTION — K.TH

★Pairing: kim Taehyung + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: exes , kinda toxic ig , bigdickdom!tae , choking, slight exhibitionism , reader is lowkey bipolar , angry sex/make up sex (they just went through a breakup) , mirror sex , oral, slapping, creampie , unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!) name calling, degradation, kth is kinda mean — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 2,435

A/N: HIIIIIIII!!!!!! so yes another kth fic :’) its been a while so that’s justified! This is actually one of my first fics i ever wrote nd i found it rotting in my notes so i decided to tweak it up and post :3 (the og was shit.) will finally be able to post more often <3 anyways enjoy! Hope you like itttt

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded club. It was a huge party, hosted by one of your closest friend. There were people dancing, drinking, and giving men lap dances. It was a wild one!

You were dancing hard with your girlfriends. Those few shots you took finally hit you. 

You were approached by your friend, while having the time of your life "Hey, bae, there is someone you might like to see.." You stopped and focused on what she was saying "Who?" You inquired. She pointed out a man sitting in one of the booths. He was talking to another familiar man and didn't seem to notice you. You stood there, staring at the man in a suit with a few of his buttons undone. You were, honestly, in disbelief. This day is truly one for the history books.

"Taehyung..." You stood there wide-eyed. "Hell yeah, girly, I invited him for you and you only," she said with a smug smirk. "Go on, bae, get your tiger!" She nudged. "I-i-" you stammered. "come onnn ,, stop being a fucking pussy and go talk to him!!" She started shoving you in his direction. You stayed put, not letting her push you more. "Dude, for god's sake! It's going to be so awkward!" You turned around to face your clearly drunk friend. "Bitch, you were the one that was venting to me about how you wanted to see him almost every day since you broke up!" She countered. What she said was right. You were venting to her every day, nonstop, from the day you broke it off with him. "I-I had confidence that time..! But I don't think i will be able to show that same confidence .." Your friend narrowed her eyes at you. "PUSSY!" She shouted in your face. You both giggled it off before she spoke up. "Well if you are not comfortable yet, then it's fine. I heard that he already has a new girlfrien-" "what?" Your ears perked up. "Wdym what? Did you not hear? Apparently he is fucking that hot chick , aeri from back then; she had approached him two days after you broke up, and they have been dating ever since." You look back at the man clad in a blue suit with a white button up underneath before letting out an angry scoff, "What a bastard..." 

"Its time to get that bastard back into your life," your friend winked at you. 

"Heeeyyyy, Taehyung! How is the party going for you?" Your friend approached him, stumbling slightly. "It's going well! I'm having so much fun!" Taehyung said it with excitement. "Ouu, I'm glad to hear! Ykw, do you want to join us on the dance floor?" Your friend batted her eyelashes at him, baiting him into joining her. "haha imma pass!"  " Cooommeee oooonnnn, it’s going to be fun, Taehyung" she begged for him to join her, and he eventually did after much persuasion. He joined the dance floor and was quickly hoarded by hot girls who definitely wanted to get laid by him. After a moment, his eyes landed on someone he knew. It was you. You were with another man, kissing, hands around his neck, and swaying your hips in a very sultry way. You broke off the kiss and glanced to your side. He was standing there. A woman was holding his face in her hands, trying to get him out of his trance. You could feel the rage that was radiating off of him. You smirked and dragged your mister to the bar. You let him buy you a few drinks before eventually letting him go.

You were drinking your third shot of tequila when he approached you. "It's funny to see you here." You turned around to see the tall figure of Taehyung looking down at you. You almost choked on the alcohol. "It's my best friend's birthday; of course I will be here, dumbass!" You tapped the glass on the counter, signaling for the bartender to pour you another. Taehyung walked over to the empty seat next to you. "So what's up?" You inquired while waiting. "Oh, nothing much; Daddy has been pressuring me to start staying stable." You snorted. " 'daddy' PFFFTTT" . Taehyung looked at you blankly. The bartender poured you a glass, and before you could down it all, Taehyung snatched the shot glass, drinking every last bit, and placed it on the counter. "Yeah 'daddy'” "Omg, you are literally so insufferable." You said it dramatically. "Idek how that aeri bitch is even with you," Taehyung shot up. "What aeri?" He said plainly like he had no idea what you were talking about. You looked at him in shock. "You are dating aeri right?" You asked for reassurance. He scoffed it off. " pff- you really think i would date a hoe like aeri? Never in a million years." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. " B-but .. f/n said you guys are fucking around..??" "That is true, though," your face drowned. "Like, we only hooked up once, and you know what? She is not the person she says she is. One of the worst fuckings I have ever done," you giggled. "Who was your best?" You asked him randomly. "You." Your cheeks turned pink almost immediately. You could feel him looking at you. Eyeing your entire body. "You look good today," he complimented you. "Don't I always look good?" You joked. He chuckled, looking down. You both were staring at each other with love and lust. "I miss you" had accidentally slipped your mouth. Curse you for drinking too much! You quickly covered your mouth in disbelief at what just came out. "What?" He looked at you. "Ah ah nothing, nevermind!!" You brushed it off as quickly as you could. He looked at you with his eyebrow quirked up. "Aha i think i gotta go... f/n is calling me haha". There was a slight stutter in your speech. You got up, and before you could leave the bar, he grabbed you by your wrist, turned you around, and kissed you. You were shocked. Your hands were on his chest while he kissed you with passion. "I missed you too, baby.." The bomb dropped. Your mind went blank. "But tae.." "Please, baby, take me back. I promise to change this time. I just really need you. I don't want anyone else." You looked at him with guilt. But this was the same statement he would always give. 'i will change’ 'I will do better' 'take me back'. You were unsure of what to feel. All these months, you missed him, and now? 

"Tae you know we can't. You always say this but you never change. Just cut the act off." He let go of your waist. "I miss you, baby. I really do. And im sorry for all-" "shush. I don't want to hear another apology. You are never sorry." As much as you love and miss Taehyung. His personality is the biggest turn off. He had broken your trust multiple times, and whenever you would break up, he would come up with the same shit, and you were there to accept his lame apologies. But not this time. You took some time to think about it, and you came to the conclusion that it was best for you not to take him back. 

"Have a goodnight." You said it sternly before turning away. "You are really going to leave me, huh?" Taehyung started following you. "I left you months ago, Taehyung." His gaze went from soft to the familiar, mean one. "You said you missed me!" He pulled you by your arm, turning you back around to face him. "It's for the better! For both of us! You know we are never going to work out!" You countered. "Oh yeah, for the 'better' , I know you will come right back to me. Quit acting, y/n. As soon as my dick enters your desperate cunt, you will be with me once again like the slut you are." His hands went around your waist once again. Mere inches separate you both. Whatever he said was true. You break up. Meet up a few weeks or days later. Fuck, and then back together. The same cycle over and over again. You couldn't get enough of him. “Let’s not play fool again.” He said in a manipulative tone. You were resisting his manipulation, but you gave in. Your lips smashed into his aggressively. He chuckled at your instinct. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought." He said it in between the kiss.

He rushed you into the club washroom and locked the door. There was absolute rage radiating off of you guys. Kissing harshly and not letting each other go. He made you sit on the counter and grabbed you by your jaw, breaking the intense kiss. Your lips were already swollen. "How many dicks have been in this cunt?" He said,tauntingly. You looked at him with your drunken eyes. "I will make sure no one gets this. It's mine. Got it?" You nodded. He let go of your jaw and dropped to his knees. He spread your legs open and started touching your wet pussy. His fingers circled your clothed entrance. A sticky mixture of your arousal coated his fingertips. "Always wet for me. Goodgirl." he grabbed you by your waist before smashing his face into your heat and started eating you out with your lace panties on. The pleasure was too much. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. He was so good at eating you out to the point that it's enough to come undone.

You tugged on his black locks. Eyes swelling up with tears and drool already dripping down from the sides of your mouth. He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. “So good.. so fucking good…” he nudged his face closer into your sex. Breathing in your arousal. Your thighs clamped around his head, and let out a choked-out moan as he bit down on your poor clit. “T-tae..! ‘S too much!!” Taehyung found pleasure in your pleas and cries. He pulled away and stared up at you. His chin glistened with his spit and your juices, running down his neck. 

He got up and was quick to capture your lips in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the inside of your mouth, and you could taste yourself. Large hands pushed your dress further up your body; a loud snap was heard as he ripped your thin panties. You grab onto his shoulders as you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your throbbing clit. You gasped for air as he flicked your nub. Your hands roamed all over his body, helping him take off his Celine suit jacket. Your hands went lower before you stopped at his belt buckle. “Put it in already… please … “ you mumbled into the kiss. Taehyung let out a dark chuckle; his lips traveled down your neck. You felt something prod into your sopping hole. His large tip slipped through your folds easily. You gasp as he pushes himself further into you. His hands tightly held onto your hips as he eased his way into your gummy walls. He hunched over after he fully pushed himself into you. Your cunny clenched around his big length as he started thrusting. Heavy breaths getting louder with each increase in pace. “Gon’ fuck you so good..the entire club will hear us.”

 

-fwap! Fwap! fwap!- loud sounds of your ass slapping against his hips echoed through the restroom. Taehyung had you facing the mirror. A hand wrapped tightly around your hair, pulling your head back. “See how well you take my cock..! Haah- so fucking good. Pussy sucking me in so good.” He whispered in your ear before biting it.  “Ngh- fuck Taehyung feels so g-good…!” You held onto the edge of the counter for dear life as Taehyung pounded into you from behind. Your makeup ran down your face as his thrusts had you tearing up and seeing stars. “Mmm.. haa-“ slap. “Keep your eyes on the mirror while I fuck you. Understand?” You nodded at his words. Your eyes were struggling to stay open, and your head felt heavy. “Words, doll.” He grabbed your jaws and brought his face closer to yours, making you look at him as he continued giving you harsh thrusts. Your body jerking forward at each. The hand on your clit pinching the sensitive nub “ngh- fuck! I u-understand…” a devilish smirk formed on his perfect face. He was fucking you into tomorrow. His long, thick dick abused your soft plush walls over and over again. Red angry tip bruising your cervix. Your cream coated his entire length, and your arousal ran down his balls and your thighs. “Gonna c-cum.. tae- gon’-“ His fingers worked on your clit quickly. Tugging, pinching, and drawing rough circles all to help you reach your high. “Cum all over me.. doll.” And with that, you gushed around his length. “Fuck!!” Spurts of your cum spilled from the sides of your abused hole. Taehyung continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Do you want my cum inside you- haaah… fuck doll squeezing me so good..!” He got cut off as you spasmed around him. You nod weakly at his words. Picking your head up to look at him through the mirror, He brought his face closer to your ears. “Say it. Say you want my cum in you.” He growled in your ears. Your eyes filled up with tears. “I wan’ it…” “Want what? I want to hear you say it.” You bite down on your lip as you feel his fingers draw rough circles on your overstimulated clit again.  “ i wan’ -ngh- i want your cum.. Taehyung. i wan’ your cum in me… please.” Your voice was feeble. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction. “Goodgirl. I like it when you beg.” His hips quickly gained their pace and had you once again feeling full. You let out a choked out scream as you felt Taehyung fill you up. Taehyung moaned loudly as his balls drained all the cum into your plush walls. He dropped his head in between your neck and shoulders as he slowly came down from his high. Leaving soft, wet kisses on the spot. 

He lifted his head up and looked at you before smiling. His hands caressed your red ass. He pulled out, and a stream of yours and his mixed arousal dripped down your thighs. “You're gonna stay with me forever.”

A/N: thank you for reading! I will be writing inboxes so make sure to send in :3 🎀

[linos-luna]

Deep Sleep ❣️🔪

Yandere!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, YANDERE, somnephilia, fingering, Soft sex, DUB CON

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He watched as your peacefully slept, your chest slowly rose with every breath. Taehyung ran his fingers across your lips and down your chest. You must be exhausted; you did not budge.

Oh how badly he wanted you to be his. It wasn’t so much that you rejected him; you actually rarely spoke to him and there wasn’t any particular reason for that, it’s just that he was too awkward to approach you.

But Taehyung has been stalking you for a while. He wants to learn everything about you before approaching you. He wants to impress you and get you to fall for him.

Sometimes he can’t help himself. He had copied your house key and often let himself in. Mostly just to watch, just like tonight.

He couldn’t help feeling a bit needy. He wanted to show you his love so very badly. He feels like he needs to.

Slowly, Taehyung lowered the sheets that covered you and again, you did not stir.

“My love…” he whispered. “Surely you wouldn’t mind… you are mine after all…”

The man gently removed your pants, moving his pointer and middle fingers in circles along your underwear, leaving behind a growing wet spot.

While you didn’t move, a small moan did escape your lips. Taehyung found it adorable and lowered himself to give a kiss over said wet spot. Once satisfied he lowered the undergarment and watched as the clear sticky substance parted between you and the material, leaving your cunt free and vulnerable just for him.

He ran his finger across your slit and rubbed circles on your clit. This made you gasp in your sleep and move slightly. These pleasurable menstruations made their way to your dreams, perhaps just another wet dream, that is, until he slipped in two fingers.

You moaned a bit louder, your legs closing shut.

“No no darling, let’s not do that.” Taehyung whispered. “Open them.”

In your drowsy and sleepy state, you obeyed; after all, it was a dream right?

Taehyung slowly moved his fingers in and out. Breathy moans escaped your lips.

Once he felt you were prepped enough, the man pulled his fingers out and removed his pants, teasing your hole with his cock, making you whimper.

“Darling, do you want my cock?” He whispered softly in your ear. “You want me to love you, right?”

“Mmhm…” you mumbled in your sleep.

“You want me, right?”

“Mmhm~” you moaned again still in your sleepy state.

Taehyung smiled and entered you, relishing in your tight walls hugging him.

You whined and whimpered at the feeling. He was big and you simply felt stuffed and overwhelmed.

Your eyelids fluttered and the man put his hand over them to block your vision.

“Shh…” he leaning in close. “Back to sleep, darling~”

His voice was smooth, low, and almost hypnotic. Even for the moments you did open your eyes, it was dark. A dream. Just a lovely wet dream.

You started to relax again, softly moaning as he slowly moved in and out. It just felt so good.

“More~”

“More?” He whispered with a smile while kissing at your neck and lifting your shirt to see your bare breasts.

“Fuck— more~” you muttered again , arching your back slightly. “So good~”

Taehyung was happy to please you. He thrusted faster but not rough enough to wake you. The quiet night was filled with the sounds of your breathy moans and skin slapping; he kept going until feeling your hips stutter and pulled out as you came.

Your eyes were still closed and half asleep. You whimpered, sounding like a sad dog, at the loss of his touch and touched yourself, tracing circles on your clit.

Taehyung thought it was so cute. Your desperate whines which turned to moans as you touched yourself for stimulation. Of course, he was happy to help, moving your hand and replacing it with his.

“You like that, baby?”

“Mm… mmhm…”

You were almost crying at the feeling. Again, he covered your eyes as they started to flutter open.

“Shhh~” he whispered. “Back to sleep darling… let me pleasure you…”

“Pleasure me…” you repeated with a moan. “Please~”

Taehyung was prepared to pleasure you for as long as you wanted. After all, you did say please…

[btsugarush]

I’ll Make You A Star | kth [m.list]

❝do you want to be a fucking star?❞

summary: an aspired singer gets more than she bargains for when she meets a music manager in the making, who’s methods to make her famous become a bit unorthodox and unsettling.

pairings: manager!taehyung x aspired singer!f!reader.

warnings: smut, tattooed!taehyung, manipulation, abuse, drug usage, drug addiction, possessive behavior, angst, strong language, 18+, minors dni.

author’s note: yes i write for more than just jungkook and yoongi y’all. i love me some tae, especially a tae with tattoos. 😮‍💨 coming soon, but not too soon.

©btsugarush. please do not repost.

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[whyse7vn]

BABY? -

[ot7 x reader]

something quick something silly :p DEFINITELY NOT POSTING THIS TO DISTRACT YOU FROM THE OFFLINE POST NOOOO NEVER WHATTTTT

NAMJOON -

SEOJKIN -

YOONGI -

HOSEOK -

JIMIN -

TAEHYUNG -

JUNGKOOK -

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forgot i had this omg ☠️☠️

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[kingminie]

until forever falls apart | 01.

pairing: kim taehyung, reader 

genre: angst, exes au. 

warnings: emotional cheating, infidelity, swearing, detailed smut, chain smoking as a coping mechanism.

word count: 11.8k

description: you’ve never been much of a believer in the phrase ‘first love never dies’ but it seems as if the universe badly wants to prove it to you — and you’re absolutely and royally damned the moment you find out that the phrase holds truth. 

or alternatively, you come as a stand-in photographer for your cousin’s prenup shoot and you find out that it’s your secret ex who’s about to get married, and kim taehyung really doesn’t make it any less easy for you. 

01 | ongoing.

Love has always been easy for you — both falling into or getting out of it, but more of the latter, really. 

However, there are things about this so-called ‘love’ that you don’t quite get — will probably never get — and it leaves you in a sticky position when friends come to ask advice that roots from such a concept.

It always ends in a snotty mess and a sigh of I don’t know why I came to you for this at the end anyway. It makes you feel like shit; a clueless, ignorant, wondering piece of shit because how is it that everyone seems to have been looking at love and defining it from a single different lens with a unified perspective, and you’re stuck at seeing it from the other endpoint.

It isn’t your fault you don’t assimilate hurt with loving, is it? It isn’t your fault that you don’t expect to clean up a colossal mess every time love comes to its end. And it most certainly isn’t your fault that when love ends, you let it go. It ended, and that’s that. For you, anyway. So, why exactly, do people fault you for having such a reaction at the conclusion of a relationship?

Why does it seem to be a taboo and something that’s unheard of when a month after a relationship ends, you find yourself not grieving over a love that’s lost? When and why does it seem to have become the standard to mope and pine and cry as if acceptance and moving on is an outlawed concept right after a relationship ends?

That’s because you’re a heartless, unfeeling bastard, that’s why, as your best friend, Jungkook, so likes to put it every single time. And maybe, it is the defeat and the eventual acceptance that people will never see things in your perspective that you just roll your eyes and move on with your day. 

Love, for you, is something that ends when it ends. A wound that closes, heals. It leaves a scar, sure. You remember the hurt, yes. But the initial peak of pain wouldn’t be there again if it healed, would it.

With all that, you’ve become unsure — of what to do, of what to say, of how to act — when people lament over a lost love. Which, at this very moment, is what exactly your sister is doing. 

All tears, snot, and hiccups under your blankets. 

Sobs wrack her body in an uncontrollable shake, a vibrating mess under the sheets as you’re left to wonder what the fuck to do with your hands. But you never get the answer because she wails, head lifting from the blankets, “How could he do that to me? Six years, six years! Six years he threw away for what, a year of meaningless sex with his assistant?” 

You don’t really think it’s meaningless when dear, dear respectable Hyunwoo decides to break off the engagement, but you keep your mouth shut and continue to awkwardly pat your sister’s back. 

Your hand stills just an inch away from her back when she looks at you, wet eyes and mouth set in a downward curve, and whispers, “What should I do now?” She sniffles and you flinch. Because her goddamn snot is staining your bed but fuck, okay, you can’t think about that now, “I love him.”

You hesitate, weighing the words you’re about to speak in your head and thinking about the consequences before settling for a question, “You–you’re not thinking about giving him another shot if he asks for it, are you?” 

At this, your sister remains silent and you sigh because yes, yes she will give him a chance in one heartbeat if the bastard do so much as give her a fucking petal and a printed ‘I’m sorry’ hallmark note.

“You don’t get it.” 

Ah, there it is. 

Of course, it’s always going to come down to you not getting it. 

Maybe your sister sees it, the anger bubbling in your gaze as you glare at her, because she scrambles to sit down with her legs underneath her, knees parallel each other as she kneels on the bed facing you.

And it would have been funny, seeing your older sister like this, but the searing exasperation breaks through and you let it, mouth opening, “No, you don’t get it. See, this is not just a matter of moving the fuck on. He fucked you over, Hana, so much that there’s no amount of apology or groveling he can do to fix that. He fucked his assistant when he’s due to walk down the aisle in a year with you and if that doesn’t spell out how much respect he has for you, for our family, and you still choose to remain blind despite that, then you came to the wrong person because I won’t coddle you.” 

“I care about you,” your voice softens and you see her shoulders slump, “This is not just about my once-it-ends-then-it-ends view on relationships. Hyunwoo did an unthinkable, unforgivable thing and there’s no going back from that. I’m not letting you walk back to the person who lacks respect for a relationship, much less for you. Do you get where I’m coming from?” 

Hana nods meekly, head hanging low before you hear her sniffle once more. It hurts to see her like this and you want nothing more but to pummel the son of a bitch who did this to her, “I’m sorry.” 

You shake your head and you let out a breath, all air knocked out from your lungs when she slumps forward, arms snaking around your shoulders as she pulls you in for a tight hug, the phrase of ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ a litany on her tongue.  You squeak as her legs slither their way around you in a tight grip and she lets out a weak laugh that sounded much more like a wheeze before you push her off, feeling a wet blot on your shoulder. 

“I want to be you for a day. Not like you,” she mutters as she gets comfortable on the pillows, your pillows, “But be you entirely. I want this pain to vanish in a week and just forget about him.” 

She pauses, “Maybe after I key his car.” 

The pain doesn’t vanish, you think and tell her. “I just learned how to deal with it, Hana. And it isn’t overnight that I do it. And you will get over it too. Heal from it. Someday, one day.” 

The silence that follows is comforting, and you think she must’ve fallen asleep, just as most do after a good cry. But she hasn’t, you realize, when she rolls over once more and speaks in a quiet voice, “The way you are right now,” she pauses, only continuing when you give her a nod, “is it because of him?”

There are only a handful of people that could fit about who she means, you know that, but you refuse to speak of any of them and opt to ask her a question instead, “Which way that I am exactly are you referring to?” 

“The closed-off you,” Hana replies, a soft tilt to her words, “I had a theory, you know, that you moved on so fast from the relationships you had after because you were never really invested in the people after him. That he broke you, enough for you to place that, whatever you have around your heart that doesn’t allow people to hurt you. You love other people, but you never really allow them to love you as much because of it which makes detachment and parting easier when it ends.” 

You don’t really mean to, but the words Hana speaks are like a vacuum, drawing you into a place you’ve managed to tuck away in the very back of your mind. Memories rush in and you drown in it — of honey blond hair, rectangle smiles, and skin that smelled of oakmoss and jasmine. 

“Am I right?” 

You let out a laugh as you nudge a pillow towards your sister, “You and your unending theories. No, Hana. It’s not because of anyone in particular. This is just how I am, how I think. It’s just unfortunate that it's only the minority that shares the same sentiments as I do.” 

Hana looks as if she’d try to refute before deciding against it, groaning when her phone rings and you raise an eyebrow because who in hell would be calling her at midnight. She shakes her head, twisting the phone around so you can see who’s calling and you see the word Studio and you shrug before she takes the call, only hearing snippets of the conversation and it seems as if it's about work. 

Hana owns a photography studio — a hobby turned business venture with her friends. Your parents were against it initially, deeming it a ‘not suitable’ business for Hana, but your older sister is a head-strong bull and proceeded with her plans without a single support from your parents and of course, because she’s Hana Park, she can make anything succeed if she puts her mind to it. 

“—yeah, you goof, I’ll be right there, don’t worry. Why are you so stressed about this anyway, is this your secret wedding or something?” You lie closer to your sister and she mouths ‘Jimin’ before returning to picking her nails, “I get it, okay. Stop freaking out, I promise to be there tomorrow. M’kay, bye.” 

She heaves a dragged-out, exaggerated sigh just as she tosses her phone on the bed where it bounced, “You know, I’d assume it’s our dear brother’s prenuptial photoshoot tomorrow with the way he’s freaking out over the details. I’d actually think that if I didn’t know of him and his single ass and his emotional attachment to his bachelor title.” 

“It’s Sunday tomorrow, and you’re booked because of that phone call,” You list, “So I can only assume Jimin knows one of them and used his connections to book your exclusive ass into working on a Sunday.” 

Hana laughs, “You��re not wrong. Soyeon made the reservation for November, which is like, a month from now. Jimin moved it for tomorrow in such a rush last week for reasons I don’t know why.” 

“Soyeon?” You gasp, eyes going wide, “You’re not talking about Yang Soyeon, are you? Oh my god, how did I not know about this?”

Your sister snorts, ungraceful and loud, “Who would have expected for the youngest cousin in the family to be the first one to be wed, huh? Date’s set for April next year and I don’t even know who she’s marrying,” But she pauses and a frown mars her features, “I would’ve been the first one to walk the aisle and yet, here I am.” 

Wait. 

“Hana,” you start, “aren’t you meeting Hyunwoo’s parents tomorrow for brunch? To formally call off the wedding? Isn’t that what you came here for tonight, because you were having second thoughts of actually calling it off tomorrow?”

You see the realization dawn upon her, her eyes widening in recognition of the planned confrontation, her mouth dropping to a comical shape of the letter ‘o’ before she sits up so fast you actually ask if her back’s okay and you hear the frantic hits of her nails against the glass of her phone, the worry leaking thickly in her voice as she speaks to multiple people, all of which ending in a frustrated sigh and groan from your older sister. 

“Fuck!” she screams as she disconnects from a call once more, “I can’t find anyone to replace me, everyone’s either booked already or have plans for tomorrow. Fuck, shit, I’m screwed. Jimin’s going to kill me. No photographer’s available tomorrow, what am I going to do now, I—you.”

You still, nailed in place by her stare, “Fuck are you looking at me for?” 

It’s in this moment you feel the doom coming down on you from all the corners of the universe when Hana smiles, actually feeling it that you shiver. She picks up the phone, calls Jimin, asks if 10 o’clock is okay for everyone to gather tomorrow, kisses your cheek good night. 

Kiss of fucking death, you feel like. 

You’re never a morning person — nor do you have plans to become one — and you aren’t used to being awakened by a goddamn wet, slimy tongue licking your face all over. 

Hana’s laugh echoes around your room, followed by hushed good job from her and a shrill bark from her dog (you really did not know how Orion arrived here when the dog wasn’t even here last night), and you are never one to have thoughts of murder so early in the morning but your family has really been testing your limits. But then you remember that you willingly handed over to Hana the passcode to your apartment, something for emergencies and shit like that, but of course, she took it as an invitation to come and go as she pleases. 

Fortunately, she cleans up after Orion’s mess, thank god. 

Rolling over, you prepare to squint as protection against the glare of the sun since Hana had already pulled back the curtains, but you sit up at the lack of the sun’s intrusion into your eyes and see that the sun hasn’t even risen yet. The city that you can see through the glass window is quiet, still in deep sleep. As you should be just before Hana woke you up. 

“Dad’s going to have a fit when I tell him what you’re blackmailing me to do,” you groan, falling back on your pillow, “I’m running his business and here you are making me take photos of people Dad hates, well, by extension.”

Hana does nothing but flash you a grin, “You’re the only one I can trust to be on par with my skills, honey. Besides, I already have Dad booked in the freaking out area ‘cause you know, I’m a bachelorette now.”

You roll your eyes and you move off your bed, making it neat and tidy to which Hana scoffs before grabbing the mug of cold coffee right from her hands and chugging it all down. Looks like you’ll need more than a cup with what you’re going to be faced with today. 

“Is Jimin coming? My car’s in the mechanic, I’m getting it tomorrow.”

Hana nods before telling you just how far Jimin is from your apartment, “About Jimin, actually.” Your sister trails off and you feel an oncoming headache because of course, there’s more. 

“I didn't exactly tell him I can’t make it today so I’m trusting you to, um, calm him down when he freaks? He’s only weak to your charms and absolutely immune to mine.” 

Turns out a little while after that, Jimin’s absolutely immune to the both of you. Especially you.

“No, what the fuck. What—no.” 

Jimin stands frozen, fingers gripping the edges of the kitchen island. His eyes are wide, mouth open in disbelief as he listens to Hana’s explanations of why she can’t go today, her eyes flashing as if to call you for help but you only shrug because there’s really nothing you can do to help her out of this. She made her own bed, might as well let her lie in it. 

It irks you quite a bit though when Jimin starts to become unreasonable despite Hana’s crystal clear explanation as to why she’s unavailable today, and on a typical day, you know Jimin would understand, and would easily let it go because obviously, Hana’s life matters take precedence over a photoshoot that can be scheduled on a different day. Jimin today, however, is extra adamant on not having you take over the shoot and it might have very, just very slightly struck the wrong nerve in you.

“You know, Jimin, if this is a matter of your trust in my abilities, I’d gladly back out of this. I’m doing this as a favor to Hana, I’m not here to help you,” you quip, tight and low as you regard the both of them, “So, if you refuse to accept my help, then call your friend to find another photographer, better yet schedule another one with Hana.”

Hana starts to protest but Jimin shakes his head, turns to you with soft eyes and a pouting set of lips, “I’m sorry, that came off wrong. Really wrong. I swear I wasn’t trying to undermine your abilities, nor am I saying that there is anything to undermine because you’re good as shit at this, maybe even better than Hana, it’s just that—”

He cuts off his ramble mid-sentence as if to catch himself — to keep from spilling whatever his reservation about you being the stand-in for Hana, which you don’t really know what. 

Three things about Jimin are these: he rambles when he’s extremely nervous, fidgets with his thumbs when he’s scared, and refuses to make any eye contact if he believes he’s done something wrong. It’s always one of the three when it comes to him and never altogether. And yet, he stands in front of you, doing all three simultaneously and your heart plummets to the marble flooring beneath you because what is he so scared of, really, to be like this in front of you. 

“Look, if you don’t want me to do this, that’s okay,” You start to speak and Jimin turns to you and opens his mouth to speak when you shake your head. You aren’t finished speaking, “That is, if you have an alternative, if Soyeon agrees to reschedule, I’m sure Hana can fit them right in some other time—” You give a pointed look at your sister who rolls her eyes but nods, “—but if they don’t, you have no choice, Jimin. Unless you want to take the photos yourself.”

Jimin lets out a breath, agrees, and proceeds to call whoever he needs to and converses in a low tone that isn’t discernible to you, but Hana can hear and your eyebrows furrow in concern when her head turns so fast towards Jimin’s direction, panic clear-cut in her eyes as she picks up on whatever it is that Jimin is saying. She curses under her breath, turns ghostly pale before she pulls Jimin into one of the guest rooms, leaving you to your thoughts and your second cup of coffee. 

“You kept this?”

It’s a good three minutes after that Jimin’s voice pulls you out of your trance — your attention previously held by the large black ant that is now on top of an apple. You turn and your breath hitches at the rough sketch of the overly-familiar Pomeranian in his right hand. You shrug, “Jungkook must have left it there when he came over.” 

At this, Jimin raises his eyebrows. Stares at the picture a little bit too long before putting it back in place, under Jungkook’s purple-pink painting of a sunset, to the right of Jimin’s present two years before. He then looks at you, really looks at you, that you become unnerved enough to look away and pretend to busy yourself with some imaginary dust on the counter. 

You know. You know how the framed sketch is too clean, too in place, and too taken care of to be something that your best friend accidentally left behind. And you know Jimin knows this too with the way his eyes turn to you and you fear. Fear that pity would be reflected in them and so you stand abruptly, deaf to the frantic calls of Hana and you head straight to the building basement and settle comfortably on the passenger seat of Jimin’s car. 

You ran because you’re a coward — afraid to face questions you know you have no answers to.

Jimin enters not a minute later, silent and mum, but the silent looks your sibling keeps giving you is not something you miss no matter how discreet he tries to be about it. You brush it off though, citing the tense atmosphere to be the reason he’s doing so. 

But little do you know that this is the first of the many mistakes you will be making — the tiniest among all others.

The theme is simple. Glamour, editorial-esque Vogue-spread motif. Fit for the rich. Something that exudes elegance and opulence. Classy, simple, and elegant. You nod as you skim through the print-out Hana rushes to get to you through one of her employees, one hand busy writing ideas and suggestions. 

It warms your heart that despite all the things Hana has to face today, she hasn’t failed to make everything easier for you, as she always does. And everything’s in accordance, just as they should be. That is, except for one, someone. Jimin really cannot stop himself from shaking and you actually fear the poor boy is turning into a leaf, dancing in the wind, with how he physically cannot stop himself from moving. 

You’ve had enough of it — his nervous fidgeting, the frantic scan of his eyes among the crowd, the unending bounce of his knees — so you move to approach him, just in time to pluck out the cigarette he’s about to light in his hand and he jumps, “Minie, you’re making me nervous here. I’ve seen you nervous but it’s never been this bad.” 

Jimin looks at you and your chest constricts at the face he’s making. A beat, two beats before he lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry.”

You think of the exchange back at your apartment, the one where it came off as if he had no faith in you as Hana’s substitute and you let out a small laugh. You know Jimin would never think that. Flicking his chin, you shake your head, “It was me who took your words the wrong way, Min. You don’t need to apologize.”

He looks as if he wants to say more but a car pulls up, red and ostentatious with the way the roof is folded down, and you grin as you see your cousin, a matching upward curve to her lips. 

It isn’t new, really, when you catch sight of her hair — beautiful shades of cotton candy pink and pastel blue glinting under the sun. 

Beautiful, daring Soyeon, the darling of the Yangs. 

You nearly meet your end, though, that day if it isn’t for Jimin cursing and pulling you back when Soyeon isn’t able to stop her car at the designated yellow parking line and she too squeaks a wheeze when she steps on the brakes. The car comes to a stop, and you see her breath does too, before she throws her head back and laughs. 

“You’re fucking crazy.”

She sticks out her tongue before she jumps over the door, her flimsy taupe pants billowing after her. You only manage to let out a yelp of protest before she has you and Jimin in a bone-crushing hug and you feel your chest rasp to get some air in when she squeezes once more before finally letting go. 

“This is a two-people marriage we’re having today, right? You’re not marrying yourself here?” You ask and laugh as she rolls her eyes. It’s definitely her thing and it wouldn’t be a surprise if she did. “I didn’t even know you were in a relationship and now you’re getting married?”

She shrugs, a wide smile still on her lips, “It just happened,” Her eyebrows furrow when she looks over at Jimin who’s uncharacteristically silent and nudges him, “I still won’t forgive you. I know my groom’s your best friend but it doesn’t really give you a free-pass to have him here at six in the morning to get you coffee. Who does that?”

You don’t really hear what Jimin has to say to her because you’re bidding your goodbye to them both when one of Hana’s assistants — the one she had assigned to brief you over all the details of today’s shoot — pulls you from the conversation, apology written all over her face at the thought of interrupting you but as soon as she open her mouth to speak, you dismiss it with an its okay and you signal for her to go ahead. 

“This is the final list of the concepts Hana had brainstormed which one of the client is yet to choose from,” she hands you a thin stack of paper, a portfolio sandwiched between two clear binding covers, “The bride has already chosen the concepts she wants that are to be included for today’s shoot, so, all that's left is to hand the checklist to the groom for the shoot next week.”

Nodding, you skim through the portfolio and shit, it’s definitely good. 

You’re whisked away towards the building, directed towards the seventh floor of the rented building in which you’re told Soyeon’s groom is, handpicking his outfits for the day. 

You give the door a knock, hearing a bustle of people talking on the other side of the door, and when no one answers, you push the door open. You’re immediately greeted by a flurry of people walking back and forth, all of them either with stacks of paper in their arms or Brioni and Gucci suits in tow. 

It’s a mess, a downright mess you want to run from because you haven’t ingested enough coffee to face this. 

Which is exactly why you nearly cry when someone steps in front of you, a neat smile in place and a large cup of iced coffee in one hand, a hand extending towards you, “You look like you need this.” 

He tilts his head once, gesturing inside the room, “I’m Yoongi, Min Yoongi. Jimin texted me earlier that his other sister is standing in for Hana and I assume that’s you.” 

Something feels vaguely familiar about Min Yoongi and you list it off as a passing name Jimin had mentioned in the stories he had told you. 

“There’s a meeting room on the very far left, grumpy groom’s there,” Yoongi smiles, “Nice meeting you, um—”

“(Y/N). My name’s (Y/N), nice to meet you too, Yoongi.”

You think as you walk that there’s no point in going over next week’s concept today since Hana can already make it by the next photoshoot and she would’ve understand better the dynamics of it all if they talk then, but okay, since you’re already here, might as well help all the way. 

Through the frosted glass of the meeting room, you see a silhouette, tall and broad. You have never been a people-person and meeting new ones really isn’t your strong point so you take three deep breaths, hand tightening on the cup of coffee Yoongi handed you, before pushing the glass door open. 

“Hi, I’m sorry I ran a bit late. It’s—” 

And you stop. 

You stop because you suddenly can’t feel the cold cup slipping from your grip. You stop because you feel the liquid pool at the very bottom of your shoes, sticky and wet and messy. You stop because you can’t breathe. You stop because your heart fucking stops too at the sight of Kim Taehyung. 

Beautiful, dazzling Kim Taehyung. 

First boyfriend, first love, now ex-lover, Kim Taehyung. 

Soyeon’s groom and soon-to-be husband, Kim Taehyung.

“Everything okay here?” Yoongi. You hear his footsteps behind you before you see him and you can’t be thankful enough at the interference that’s very much needed. 

But you allow yourself to be pathetic, just as you always are around Kim Taehyung. And because you can’t help it, frankly, when your eyes meet his and all sense that is good and common jumps out the window behind him. Because he looks fucking beautiful — him and his honey hair that’s now framing his face, a little bit longer, lighter. Because the room reeks of him, jasmine, vanilla, and oakmoss and it consumes you. The part of you that, despite it all, still longs for the Kim Taehyung from four years past.

On a good day and you meet him once more, you think you would have laughed. A fake smile and a head held high would’ve done it in front of him. But all it takes is one look now. One look, at the time when all your defenses are down, for the self-imposed chain that blocks it all to break and give, a domino effect in your mind as it all comes back; the whirlwind of feelings and emotions that the calamity of him brings forth. 

You nod, feeling the light touch of Yoongi’s fingers around your arm, and you anchor yourself with it. Pull yourself from drowning in him once more. “Yeah, sorry,” You breathe, “It slipped. I’m really sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I’ll have someone take care of it, don’t worry,” Yoongi waves you off when you bend down to start cleaning up your mess, nods toward Taehyung, “Go on, he gets grumpy if he’s left to wait.” 

Oh, you know. 

So, you do. 

You drag your legs to where Taehyung stands, feeling like you’re hauling wet logs for limbs. It’s silent, save for the sound of Yoongi’s shoes against the floor as he kicks at the fallen blocks of ice, and maybe, he takes the silence for Taehyung’s bout of pettiness because he hisses a quiet behave before he walks out. The silence becomes even more suffocating when now it’s just you and Taehyung. 

“So—”

“I—”

You shut your mouth when he speaks at the same time as you. 

You decide, though, to continue because you’re here for one thing and that one thing entails that you have something to say to him. But he doesn’t, he shouldn’t. 

“So, let’s talk about concepts. I’ve been told that Soyeon has already chosen the ones for today — for both your individual and couple shots, and you get to choose the ones for the shoot with Hana next week. Here,” you slide the portfolio across the table, taking a seat across his own without waiting for him, “Hana already made an outline for everything so, this, is basically a checklist you just have to choose from and—”

“How are you?” 

“—I’m just going to wait until you’re done filling them out so I can bring them back and start with—”

“(Y/N).” You finally look at him then and you look away the second you do because you’re trying so hard to keep yourself whole and you feel like one second more in his gaze and you’ll fall apart, “I’m sorry.” 

And you try. God, you try so hard to repress the tiny, evil voice that pushes you to throw reason out the window. But it comes out anyway, and there’s no stopping what flows out of your mouth after, “Why,” you laugh, “Sorry because you wouldn't have chosen Hana's studio if you knew I was the one to take your photos? Or sorry because you had my brother acting like a train wreck just to keep this from me? Don’t worry I won’t be here next week.” 

His face pinches, tongue rolling out to wet his lips, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then don’t apologize to me—” you grit, fists clenched and heart thundering, “—as if you assumed that seeing you has put me in a position that hurt me. Because it really doesn’t. Not anymore, Taehyung. So if you have anything to apologize for—” 

You cut yourself off because no, no he has nothing to apologize for. He doesn’t have to say sorry. One person deciding to walk out of a relationship doesn’t warrant an apology from them. An explanation, sure, but you don’t really need it from him. He made it clear enough all those years ago just before he slammed the door of your apartment shut that he just didn’t love you enough — not anymore then. 

It’s been four years. It’s been four long years and you should be over him — and you are, you’re certain that you are. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt because it does, fuck, it still hurts so much and you don’t know why. 

“—apologize to Jimin because I just know he feels like shit for lying to me because of you.” 

You commit your second mistake that same day in the middle of shooting Taehyung’s individual photos. Soyeon had gone for a nature theme this time and so you find yourself in the middle of the forest with a near-naked Taehyung in tow and thank heavens it rains because one more glimpse through the viewfinder at his well-oiled torso and you might have combust and run away from the photoshoot, Hana’s reputation be damned. 

Jimin seems to be attached to you now, becoming a human magnet not long after he had apologized so much he knelt, snuggling to your side every chance he gets that it’s suffocating you because he’s overcompensating but you don’t really have the heart to call him out. Not when he looks like a puppy whose tail got accidentally stepped on when you get around to even do so much as try. 

So, you let him become your shadow for the time being, finally letting out a huge breath of relief when lunch time comes around and everybody takes a break and you slip past him to the very back of the dilapidated cabin you stumbled upon just before the last shoot ended, not too deep into the forest that faces the river. 

Finally, you think, as you savor the peace, even though momentary. You’re glad to be away from the commotion and it makes you realize once more why you choose to be cooped up in an office. It’s because you really can’t handle this many people and it physically and emotionally drains you that you can’t think.

You pause when you reach into your pockets, the gritty warning from Hana and Jimin an alarm ricocheting in your mind how it’s an unhealthy habit and it’s going to fucking ruin you someday. But the short-lived guilt is replaced by justifications of how it’ll be a free-pass and your siblings can fuck off because they’re the reason you’re here in the first place. 

Besides, burning through one stick won’t hurt them if they don't know. 

So you let your fingers feel for the familiar leather case, pull the only stick inside and you’re so, so close to reaching your sweet release from this damned mental pressure when you realize you left your lighter at home. Letting out a curse, you clamp your mouth around the unlit cigarette, letting it hang and opting to indulge in its semi-sweet smell that goes so well with the rain. 

“Want a light?”

You still, the cigarette falling from your lips at the sudden fright. Down, down, and down until it’s washed away by the rain. What a waste, you lament. Sighing, you turn and see Taehyung who’s sporting a sheepish smile, the same familiar white in between his own mouth, lit unlike yours, “I’d accept, but there’s really nothing that needs lighting anymore.”

He has a shirt on now, you notice, flimsy and buttoned up halfway. His hair is tousled messily, now free from the rigid form it previously had, and you give him your back when you feel the urge to fix the fraction of hair that has fallen forward. You hear him take a drag and you smell before you see the tendrils of gray smoke when he releases and god, the small whiff, even in the tiniest fume, has your shoulder relaxing. 

“I’d offer one but I don’t have any spare with me,” you hear him say before you feel him move, “I’ll get the fallen one for you, if you want.”

You roll your eyes and wave him off before you see him lean against the other column, the change in position means that he’s now closer, closer than he’s ever been since the day you last saw him, years ago. And he’s close enough that the thin material of his shirt brushes against your hoodie when the wind moves. And you want to move too, only if it isn’t for the fact that one move and you’ll either fall into the river or be skewered by the worn down wood and you don’t really feel like dying today. 

Ironic, how you went for a smoke break to relieve the stress of the day, only to have it doubled. 

Now, this is where you make the second mistake. 

Because you really don’t mean to stare at Taehyung. You don’t mean to let your stare at his mouth linger a second too long that he sees.  It’s just unfortunate that the cigarette is in his mouth, and you stay fixated on the damn cigarette that you fail to see him catch your gaze and hold it. 

It’s unfortunate that you don’t take a step back when he takes one step forward. 

It’s unfortunate that you become pliant when his cold fingers softly grip your chin, coaxing your mouth to open and welcome the smoke that he blows from his own mouth, hot and intoxicating and tinged with the memories of all the nights past that he’s done this. 

It’s unfortunate that you take a long drag when he places the soft end of the cigarette from his mouth to yours, unhesitating and eager. 

“Feeling better?” He asks, gentle as he pulls the stick, planting it back to the hold of his mouth. You see a slight upward curve at the corners of it. 

This is bad. Wrong and unacceptable and absolutely inappropriate, you know. But you can’t help but accept when he offers one more drag, an offer of release. This time you pluck it out from his fingers, feel the warmth of him around the smoke, and inhale. 

It’s only when the embers die out that you feel it, the heavy feeling coming back tenfold as you realize the gravity of what you just did. Not for anyone else, but for you. The toll this will have on you when you go home and have all the time in the world to think about your stupidity. So before you get sucked into the void of self-destruction, you excuse yourself, not caring about the delicate drops of rain that fall but not before you turn back and shout your thanks. 

“Okay, you shared a smoke, so what,” you mutter to yourself as you dry yourself off. You’re two people who share a history, a history that’s now dead and gone. A flame that was once bright but has now burned out, never to be rekindled again. 

You enter the building with thoughts of rationalization that tries to justify what you’ve done as something harmless, clouding your mind enough that you don’t see Jimin barrel towards you with a smile on his face, only to be replaced with disgust when he breathes and chokes at the ghost of smoke that clings to your clothes. 

He rummages through a nearby luggage and returns with a bottle of perfume, “If you want your head still attached to your shoulders by tonight, you’d know better and douse yourself in that shit because Hana’s here to take over and you only have two minutes to shove Listerine down your throat before she finds you.” 

In the haste of trying to avert your sister’s wrath, you damn near shower the entire contents of the bottle, only to realize that night when you come home that despite the endless showers you take, you still smell like him. Because of all people, Jimin just had to take from Taehyung’s things and now you’re doused with him all over again. 

It’s later that night that you’ll fall asleep to the smell of jasmine and vanilla despite years of trying so hard to rid your apartment of any scents. 

Of any trace of Kim Taehyung.

The third and fourth mistake, you make five days later. A Friday that you’re miraculously off work early. Well, technically, you can get off whenever you want but as the faithful, loving, and overworking youngest child that you are, you’ve assimilated longer hours at your father’s company to productivity and so you’ve never really found reason to clock off early when you can do so much more if you stay a bit later than most.

Besides, the company won’t run by itself, so there’s that. 

Now, though, you wonder why you thought like that because as you walk down the street, everything looks divine. The setting sun settles on the horizon, sandwiched between two skyscrapers, bleeding purple and orange and pink and it’s breathtaking. Painfully so. For the first time, you indulge yourself in the sounds of the busy city and for a change, it’s peaceful despite the loudness. You can’t remember the last time you took a stroll like this, having been so immersed in work. The last time you walked down the street the like had been years ago, with—

The breath you take is sharp and sudden that it has you bent over on the sidewalk, coughing and wheezing your lungs out that people start to look. You flash a smile, sending a quick thanks to your sister’s ex-lover for choosing to establish the studio within a five-minute walk from the company building, and nearly combusting on the spot when you pull their glass door that clearly says push right after you nearly heave your lungs out from climbing 10 sets of stairs because the elevator isn’t working, coincidentally.  

“Hey,” you greet the people on the lounge before specifically turning to Younha — the one who had walked you through everything on the previous shoot, “Is Hana here? I have the initial photos ready if she wants to see. Played around and edited most of them.”

Younha looks sheepish as she raises her hand to her nape where she nervously scratches, “About that,” she grimaces, “Hana phoned earlier that she’s running a bit late tonight so she told me to look over the photos and pick the final ones with the client, but I don’t trust myself enough to do that just yet, so would it be okay if we go through it together?” 

You assure her it’s okay. And really, it is, because you’ve finished work anyway and it’s a Saturday tomorrow. You can afford to be late an hour or so. You watch her plug the USB on one of the computers lined up against the wall, see her gasp when she pulls up the photos. 

“Oh my god, these are beautiful. You’re telling me you shot each of these by yourself, edited them all on your own, all in less than a week,” Younha turns to you, eyes wide, “Can’t you come and work with us?”

You laugh, genuine and loud, “The raw files were already beautiful untouched. Just touched up some lighting here and there.”

“Yeah, and who took those raw shots, hm? Who coordinated every single thing that resulted in those shots looking like that? You, that’s who,” Younha seems to realize who she’s talking to and she blushes before muttering something else you can’t hear, “Also, about Hana—” 

Uh-oh. This can’t be good.

“—so she told me earlier if I can pick out the final photos with the client, right? And since you’re here,” Younha trails off and you still there is no way, no way that you’re going to sit hours dissecting each photo with Soyeon, worse if it’s Taehyung. You have your pride and you’ll cling to that even if it’s the last thing you do in this world.

No way in hell. “Hana’s on her way here, right? I think she can make it.”

Younha nods, a low hum before she answers, “She can. In two hours. Maybe. Not sure. Our client, however—” She tilts her head to the right. Towards the direction of Hana’s office. “—is here.”

It’s a sigh of defeat you let out. Walking away from here means you admit you’re a coward, walking in Hana’s office will mean you’re weak. See, it’s always a lose-lose thing for you everytime a certain Kim is involved. The very, and only, Kim who seems to be haunting every part of your daily life the past five days. Or in this current case, a future Kim but a Kim nonetheless. 

Younha smiles, the sly fox, when you place your bag back down on the table, “If I’m going to stay here for the night, might as well ask for coffee. Lots and lots of it.”

You only barely get the full sentence out but Younha is already on her heels with a mock salute.

You push the door to Hana’s office, making sure (twice) not to pull this time, and your eyes land on Kim Taehyung whose eyebrows rise in surprise upon seeing you. If he thinks you’re meaning to keep on meeting him like this, well, he’s wrong. The universe likes to spring surprises down your path of life and it just so happens that for now, Kim Taehyung might be its play thing — to torment you with, most probably. 

He sits on the couch that rests against the white wall, beside the windows that occupy the whole one side of the room that overlooks the city. Hana’s office is more like her office and a miniature studio, exclusive for her and whoever she decides to let in here, separate from the lounge and the main studio. It’s an industrial loft, made modern and more suited to her taste and it’s just so goddamn bright in here, you realize.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” you mutter as the door clicks shut behind you. 

You head straight to Hana’s computer, turning it on and plugging the USB before you plop down on the office chair. “I had the photos with me and I dropped by to leave it for Hana but she apparently has things to attend to for the next two hours and you’re here already so, yeah.”

Taehyung only nods, silent and awkward when he stands. 

You sigh, “Grab a chair and come here, I guess. We have, like, a thousand photos to sift through. See if you’d like any changes done to them. The earlier we finish, the better.”

Three hours pass after that and you’re left with no Hana in sight, 325 file numbers listed down, a faint headache and tired eyes, a hungry stomach, and three accidental brushes of Taehyung’s hair on your cheek because what before is a ruler-long distance between the two of you has been reduced to mere centimeters, and Jesus Christ, you don’t know who moved between the two of you that it has come to such. You’re firm to say it isn’t you because your ass remains frozen, stiff as a board everytime Taehyung does so much as inhale. 

“Can you—” Taehyung clears his throat, pointing to the keyboard, “—move to the next one, please.”

You mutter an apology, pressing the right arrow and you see the photo move. Frankly, you aren’t paying attention. Not to anything, least of all the photos. It’ll be like knocking consciously on Hell’s door if you do pay attention. 

Because you can take being around Taehyung, you can easily detach yourself from reality when you are — and not feel anything, to look at him alone and think of him as an ex-friend, an ex-lover without the rest of the titles attached. But to look at the photos, the pictures you took, there’s no detaching from that reality. The reality that the man you had feelings for — might still have feelings for, but you push that thought back — is getting married, of all things. 

And you list this off as feeling weird, an ex marrying a cousin. You aren’t jealous, god, no. It’s just that — weird. Well, you think. 

“Okay, I can’t take this anymore,” Taehyung breathes and you still, unmoving as the statue on the corner of the room, “I’m going to order Chinese. I’m not going to last the rest of these photos if I don’t eat. Anything you want?” 

He might as well have slammed the mouse he’s holding with the way he casually lets it fall off from his hand to the table, leaning back on his chair and oh god, his head is leaning on the back of your chair. One move of your shoulder and the back of it will touch the side of his head. He has his phone over his head, elbows hanging in the air as he opens his phone with a click. He hums as he scrolls and this is so, so painfully domestic that you struggle to breathe. 

It’s been push and pull the whole night. He asks, you answer, and never the other way. 

Fifteen minutes that you’re plunged in deafening silence and you punch the air in your mind when Younha knocks, take-away bags at hand and a smile on her face. 

Taehyung hands you your food, places the utensils in neat order, pokes the straw through your bubble tea and gently places it in front of you and you stare. You stare because never in your life did you ever think you and Taehyung would ever be in this situation. Toeing around each other, walking on eggshells. 

There had been a time that silence wasn’t an option — it’s either you filled the quiet or he did; mouths off about Pokemon and stickers and dogs he met on a certain day, or silence filled with wordless communication through flesh and skin and heavy breaths. 

Never this — a fragile silence that no words could ever fill. But of course, Taehyung knows how to break that. Break you when he speaks, “I think we’ll have this one framed for the reception.”

You blink at the photo on the monitor, big and taunting. In it, Taehyung smiles, a wide rectangle stretch of his mouth as his chin rests on top of Soyeon’s head, the latter leaning her weight on Taehyung. It’s evident, palpable even, the happiness that’s shared between them. A running joke between the two of them captured on a permanent photograph only they can understand. 

“Yeah,” you nod, a smile, or an attempt at it, stretching your lips, “it’s beautiful. Definitely worthy for the reception. You can hang it in your home after.”

It’s an instinct – you’d like to believe so – when you feel Taehyung move beside you and you mindlessly mirror him, freezing the moment you take in the miniscule space that’s left as you both huddle to look at the monitor. A good couple inches you can count on one hand. And you refuse to move away because no, this is not at all affecting you. And it’s Taehyung, you justify, who’s currently invading your space. 

The third mistake is when you try to steal a glance at the corner of your eye because you think he’s engrossed with the picture. 

But then you see that he isn’t. Not when his stare locks with yours the moment your eyes move.  Had been on you all this time. 

The fourth is when he moves and you don’t. 

Not when his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth to wipe whatever it is he sees there. 

Not when he flashes you a smile – something so fond and warm and tender that renders you mute. 

Not when he succumbs to sleep an hour later, head lolling on your shoulder.

But the entire world moves when he stirs and the overhead lights hit something golden. It crumbles and caves beneath your feet when a locket falls out of the top of his loosely buttoned shirt. An identical locket to the one that now sits heavy on your chest – once heavy with the broken promises, but now empty of the love that first came with it.

You see his forehead wrinkle as he slowly wakes and you feel the start of the burn that first settles on your chest before it moves and starts from the corners of your eyes. You train your eyes on the monitor, fingers clicking away on the mouse and the keyboard faster than ever.

“I’m sorry,” you hear him say. His head stays on your shoulder as he speaks. “What time is it?” 

“Quarter before ten—”

“I missed you,” he breathes and you hear him let out a soft laugh before he whispers, “I always miss you.”

It feels as if all the air in your lungs has been knocked out and you turn to speak when you see that he’s fallen back asleep. And god, you wanted to shout at him, let out the years of pent up frustration and grudge you’ve had all these past years and ask all the unanswered whys and hows. But looking at him now, after so, so long, you realize you do too. 

A tear drops and a multitude of realizations follow. 

You missed him. You missed him. You miss him. 

And fuck, you’re still in love with him, you realize. So much and enough to make you not think of the consequences of the realization that you do.

Not when his fiancée finally comes and places a chaste kiss on his lips.

Not when a wedding invitation lands itself on the desk towards you.

And especially not when the ghost of him lingers when they’re gone and you find yourself praying for it to stay just a little bit longer.

You did not plan for your Friday night to be like this at all. 

The initial – and final – plan was this: show up to the club your sister wanted you to show up to, make it look like you’re genuinely happy to be there, flee the moment midnight hits when your sister and her friends are too drunk to realize you aren’t there anymore, and sleep away in the solace your tranquil and quiet apartment offers. 

The night and plan had been going well, much to your delight. 

Just until the fleeing part, that is. Because the moment you press the unlock button to your car half past one in the morning, you see a very drunk Kim Taehyung eagle spread on the hood of your car, with only a rumpled halfway-buttoned shirt that’s tucked into his pants, one of his shoes already on the roof of the Mercedes. 

And so instead of proceeding to the sleeping part of your plan, here you are now, struggling under the weight of Taehyung as you try to push in all his limbs in the passenger seat because he refuses to go away. Why, of all people, must you be the one to find him like this? Other people would’ve paid no mind leaving him on the pavement but of course, the universe had to make sure it just had to be you because old, cruel fate had it out for you and your demise.

Two weeks spent in isolation from the rest of the world in an attempt to justify and get over the realization you had of still being in love with an ex and the world just dumps him in the hood of your car of all cars. 

“Kim Taehyung, I am not above violence, I will fucking knock you out if I have to if you step your foot out and kick me once more, for the love of god,” you heave, “Are you with Jimin?”

At this, he grins and nods, eyes half-closed, “Jimin went home. I think. Or wait, maybe he’s passed out in Yoongi’s tub. I think. I don’t know, do you think he’s still here? Wait, do you know Jimin? How do you know Jimin?” 

You sigh, “Give me your phone. I’ll get Soyeon to pick your ass up.”

Taehyung lets out a loud gasp, proceeds to choke on air before he looks up at you, “How do you know my girlfriend?” 

You pause for a second before rolling your eyes, “Phone.”

“It’s in my left pocket, can you get it for me? I’m so tired,” he whines, wincing as his head lands on the head rest. You reach over to pull his phone out, only to retrieve a pack of cigarettes but no phone. You freeze when his hand grips your wrist that’s still in his pocket, feeling your heartbeat in your ears when he leans forward, so close that you feel his breath on your cheek, “Butt pocket, sorry.” 

You take a deep breath as he continues to look at you with a grin. You move closer, angling your head away because you would be fucking cheek-to-cheek if you don’t and you pause just before you touch his back pocket, “No, you know what, you can get it yourself. Either that or I leave you out here on the streets.” 

Taehyung pouts but he moves his arm behind him nonetheless, proceeds to feel his other pocket when he finds the first one empty.

“My phone’s gone,” he huffs, “Oh! It’s in Minnie’s car!”

You let out a loud groan, rounding the car to open the driver’s side to look for your bag so you could use your phone and you let out another sound of frustration, louder this time, when you remember the picture of a beige bag being left underneath your couch’s pillow. You look over at Taehyung, a war in your head as to what to do with him, before you finally settle on the choice that you never, ever think you would’ve made. 

“Fine,” you grit as you turn the engine on, “I’m going to drop you off your house but I’m not gonna be held accountable for the reasons you’re going to have to explain to your girlfriend if she greets your drunk ass as to why the fuck her cousin’s dropping her fiance off, alright? Now, are you still staying in the same apartment ‘cause I’m going to drop you–”

Taehyung snores, body folding in on himself as he slightly shivers. You sigh, dropping your forehead on the steering wheel, enough to hurt and make the horn whine, “This is fucking unbelievable. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Hey, Taehyung,” you shake him, poking his shoulders the way you know he hates, “Wake up and tell me your address, asshole. I’m not driving to the other side of the city only to find out you changed address. Hey.” 

He makes the tiniest wave of his arm before he goes back to sleep. 

You glance at the clock that says it’s now nearing three in the morning and you run your hands over your face because fuck this. 

Now, you head to your apartment with the plan of just dumping Taehyung in the foyer and letting him sleep there until he has his mind back in the morning – you figure he’d probably run off the minute he wakes up. 

“Hey, wake up.” You nudge him when you arrive and you sigh once more as he merely stirs, opening his side of the door before attempting to move out of the car only to heave when the seatbelt he still has on pulls him back.

With a grimace, you round to his side and lug one of his arms around your shoulders and basically carry all of his weight towards the elevator. You give a tight smile to the staff at the reception as you pass by, dismissing the offer of help. You nearly drop to your knees as soon as the elevator doors close, exhaustion flooding you all of a sudden. 

As soon as the door opens to the penthouse, you remove your hold on Taehyung and he slumps against the wall. You let out a breath before pushing him to one of the guest rooms where he immediately plops down on the bed after knocking his shoes off.  A small smile plants itself on your face and you reach over to pull the covers over him. 

Kneeling down on the floor beside the bed, you brush off the loose hairs that cover his face and you whisper, “You’re making it so hard for me.”

Deciding that you’ve helped him enough, you head to your room to change and shower – a long bout of internal battle against yourself as you try to wash off all that happened. 

It is an hour later when you’re already in your bed, tossing and turning that you find yourself a long way from sleep, and so you push the covers off of you to head towards the kitchen to find something to drink. The sun is starting to rise, you see, as you stare at the large windows, uneasy at the thought that Taehyung is there. Here. 

And you know you shouldn’t care anymore. You’ve done enough and beyond to help him, you remind yourself. But that doesn’t matter, really, because here you are, pushing the guest room open to check on him, a bottle of water in hand. He remains as he was the second he got here and you sigh as you pull one of Jungkook’s shirt and sweatpants from the cabinet, a spare he leaves in the case he unintentionally sleeps over, and you walk towards Taehyung before slowly shaking him awake. 

“Hey,” you speak softly as his eyes crack open, mind still swimming in alcohol, “you should change into this. Your clothes must be uncomfortable to sleep in. Here’s some water too.” 

His eyes open a little bit wider, voice hoarse when he speaks, “(Y/N)?” 

You swallow, “Yeah, it’s me.” 

“I can’t remember most of tonight, how did I—”

You smile, “And you probably won’t remember all of this when you sleep once more. Just change and drink this, Taehyung.”

A part of why you’re doing all the things you’re doing is the fact that you know he will forget this. 

He sits up, swaying as he does so, twisting the water open. You greet him good night, and just as you turn to head back to sleep, his hand dart out to grip your wrist – as tight as the grip that has your heart beating so loud in your chest as he does, “I’m sorry.” 

Without turning around, you answer, “You don’t have to be. I would’ve done the same for anyone else.” 

“No, you wouldn’t have.” 

Pressing your tongue against your cheek, you rip your arm away from his hold, now turning around to face him. He slowly stands, eyes trained on you. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it, “I’m not saying sorry just because of tonight,” he speaks quietly, “This is an apology that’s long overdue. An apology I never had the courage to give you. An apology that I owe you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being the coward that walked away without an explanation. For not being the person I promised you I would be.”

“I told you,” you say through gritted teeth, “You don’t owe me an apology, Taehyung. It’s over and done with. Apologizing to me would mean that there’s still loose ends between us, and I’m telling you that there’s none. You may have burnt those ends the moment you walked away and I have burned mine in the years that followed. You don’t owe me anything.”

He’s closer now, so close that you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol and his perfume. “Then why are you still wearing this?” 

You feel all the walls come down, then, when his fingers trace the golden chain of the locket. The once emblem of young and promised love, of an oath, of Kim Taehyung. The necklace that never was once removed from you since then. 

You chuckle, bitter and harsh, “You’re still wearing it too, Kim.”

You flinch as you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away at the trail of tears that has somehow escaped, “Leaving you was the only choice I had then. It killed me to walk right out of that fucking door but it was the only choice. For you, for me, for us. Even if it meant me becoming the asshole, it was the only choice.” 

“Don’t feed me that bullshit, you left me. And in my vocabulary and everyone else’s, leaving the person you claim to love without a single explanation is a shit move,” you nearly damn snarled, “I could’ve accepted you telling me you didn’t love me anymore but you fucking walked out without a single word. Well, I guess it worked out great for you, huh? You’re getting married now.” 

“I did l—”

“Don’t fucking dare say it,” you sob, feeling all the energy draining out of you in a second, “You’re four years too late, Taehyung.”

The chains that hold all the hurt and grievance of the past four years had been unlocked and with the thought of Taehyung not being able to remember this tomorrow, you let it all out. 

“I lied,” you whisper, lips and chest shaking as you breathe, “It hurts me seeing you now. So fucking much. Because you never wanted to get married. I remember when we were together you said that we could live without the titles, the labels, and the technicalities of it all, because you’d love me the same. So yes, it hurts. I can’t deny that it does when the things you didn’t want with me, things I wanted to have with you, you learned to want with someone else. Shit like this hurts because even if I was okay without all the titles, I thought then that spending a lifetime with you wouldn’t be so bad. But you made it seem like you never wanted marriage, not with anyone ever and so I accepted it, content even with just being with you.”

“But then you show up like this,” you say so quietly you don’t know if he can hear it, “You can’t expect it not to hurt, Tae, because it does. So, so much.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung lightly rests his forehead on yours, “I’m so sorry.”

“Answer me this one question,” you look up at him, “Please.” 

You feel him nod, “Anything.”

You feel it again, the suffocating claws that grips around your chest, the pain of unanswered questions and doubts, “Was my love not enough for you?”

You feel it before you hear it, when he nods against your head, hands coming up to hold your cheeks, “No, no, god, no. It was more than enough. It was so much more than enough that you became someone who didn’t deserve someone who couldn’t reciprocate the amount of love you were giving me. I’m sorry.”

“I miss you, Tae.” You whisper, and you can barely see him through the tears, “And it’s so, so wrong and I shouldn’t be doing this but fuck, I do. Four years and I still miss you and now you’re here, back in my life, and yet you’re still the farthest you’ve ever been from me.”

Maybe it’s the realization that he is – so far away from you and will never be close enough anymore – that you think maybe this is the long-awaited end. The closure you’ve once longed for but never had. Maybe there really was no reason for him leaving you beyond the fact that he didn’t love you anymore – and maybe that was enough reason. You just didn’t want to accept that fact. Maybe it’s time that you do. 

After Taehyung, you’ve become someone who believed that love is something that’s easy to let go, when in fact, all this time, it is the love you had for Taehyung you’ve never let go of. And maybe, it was never love for the people that came after him and so it became easy for you once it’s over, once it ended. Because what has started that really counted has never reached its end, for you anyway. Because it will never be the same. 

Because they weren’t Kim Taehyung. 

“Don’t cry for me. I don’t deserve it,” he smiles a small smile as he wipes a tear away. 

“Then stop making me cry, asshole,” you softly retort, hands coming up to wrap around his own to pull them away from your face. You can’t think straight when he has his hands on you, “I’m not asking for you to love me again, not anymore. Maybe we could be friends?”

It’s a weak attempt at humor, you know. And you really don’t think you can be just friends with Taehyung. But you’re weak for Kim Taehyung and you’re still so fucking in love him that you’d settle for whatever there can be between the two of you. He doesn’t need to know the specifics.

“Can we, really?” He laughs softly, a sad smile appearing, “I’m about to do something very stupid, for the very last time, so please, stop me if you don’t want to because I don’t think I can stop myself.”

He leans forward as the inches between you decrease down to a zero, his lips pressing against your cheek, your forehead, your eyelid, and to the corner of your mouth before he pulls away. “No, you had something to drink too, I’m drunk, you’re drunk. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, ” Taehyung breathes against your cheek, eyes shut tight. 

“I’m not.” 

Whether that’s an answer that refutes your state of intoxication or a statement that debunks Taehyung’s apology, you don’t know. Because the next moment finds you pulling him forward, arms snaking around his shoulders as you kiss him. Soft and unhurried and sad – a declaration of what had remained unsaid for the past years. 

The last time, you swear, and from tomorrow then on, you’re going to be friends. This night will be void – forgotten and discarded. Taehyung is going to continue with his life and you with yours. 

It’s so easy to become so lost in Taehyung that you forget the rest of the world. 

That you don’t hear the sound of the door opening. 

Or the second set of drunk footsteps that follows the first one.

“What in the fuck is going on here?”

[kimbappykidding]

Other Parts: Part One, Part Three and Part Four.

You didn't think much about V after that. You felt like your show with Kai won you some even footing so you stopped stressing about him and the airport was becoming a distant memory but V seemed to know how to stay in someone's head.

A few days before Christmas there was a knock on your door. You were expecting a delivery which it was...you just didn't bank on knowing the delivery man.

V was standing there with a present and for a second you thought you'd gone back in time. "Hi" he said "I've got a present for you from my mum. She's still not over you saving me and demanded I give this to you personally". "Oh that's so nice of her" you said and went to take it off him but he pulled back "it's kind of heavy". You nodded "okay well why don't you set it down inside?" you asked and V followed you in.

He set it down by your tree per your instructions and then straightened up, he was clearly in no rush to leave. "So got any nice Christmas plans?" V asked and you nodded "yeah I do" but didn't elaborate "you?". "I'm heading back home right now" V admitted and you nodded "say hi and thank you to your mum for me". He nodded and then completely threw you off guard "I will but I have to ask...Y/n are you really with Kai?". You paused and then tensed realising something "is that why you insisted on coming inside? You wanted to see if he was here?". V looked down and you knew you were right.

"Answer the question" V said and you shook your head "I don't think I will, I don't owe you anything". "I don't think you are together" he said "it seems too convenient plus I know he's not your type". "Because you know everything about me?" you asked and V shrugged "I know what guys you're attracted to and how you look when you're turned on. Neither of them matched you with Kai". "It's been nearly 4 years V, you're going to pretend you still know me?". "A person doesn't transform in 4 years Y/n and I saw that look in your eye when you saw me naked in my bedroom. You still want me" he said with a slight smile and you were caught between being furious and pleasantly flustered.

"I'm going to repeat what I said earlier" you said "I don't owe you anything and frankly I don't get why you're saying all this". "I'm curious" V said "you've not dated anyone since us and I wanted to know if you and Kai were". "That you know of" you said and V paused "what?". "I haven't dated anyone that you know of" you said pointedly. "Yeah I suppose but I can tell you've had nobody like me Y/n" V said with a smirk and you realised he was enjoying this. You looked down, growing annoyed "why are you here V? Are you trying to punish me or something? Get back at me for dancing with Kai? Because I thought you were better than that". "No I'm not" V said and you believed him because you knew what he looked like when he was lying. The only perk of being lied to so many times by the same person. "Then why are you here?" you asked and he paused "I don't know I just had to find out if you'd really moved on". The sad way V said it made you furious.

"Are you kidding me?" you asked "you moved on weeks after we broke up and you came to my house, poked around and upset me because the idea of me moving on years later was uncomfortable for you? You want proof I'm still into you to make you feel better? Get the fuck out V". V's eyes widened as he saw how genuinely pissed you were and he tried to apologise but you weren't having it. "Get out!" you yelled "now!". V nodded "I'm sorry Y/n" and hurried from your house. Once he'd gone you sat down with a sigh wondering what on Earth had just happened.

Hours later you opened the present from V's mum and were annoyed because V had obviously helped her with it and your statement about changing over those years was clearly wrong because everything V had put in the basket for you was stuff you still loved to this day. Your favourite candy, scented bath soap you loved, cosy socks, the wine you liked, a cute bee plushie because you loved them. It was as if V had gone out of his way to prove he still knew you and you hated that.

You explained all this to the girls and they were very sympathetic. You spent Christmas with them as you did every year. Unlike V, you didn't have a loving mother and father to go home to. You didn't get on with your family. They wanted you to have an academic career and didn't support your idol life. That was why you never introduced V to them. Even your members had only met them twice. They hated you being a singer if they knew you were dating one your fragile relationship with them would've crumpled. In retrospect, you didn't get why you cared so much. Your girls were your family so losing your parents wouldn't have been the worst thing...it was an unnecessary wedge between you and V but it was far from the thing that caused all your problems.

You also told Kai what had happened with V and he was furious. "Okay we need to go further how about I post a photo of you asleep in my bed on my Instagram story or you post a photo of me like basically naked?" Kai said starting to undress before you stopped him. "Kai whatever we do V still isn't going to change his mind so let's just leave him. Ignoring him so he doesn't think he got to us will be the best thing". Kai sighed but nodded "yeah you're right. Plus we don't want to go into the new year with jealous vibes". You nodded "totally".

V meanwhile was having a very different winter holiday. He spent Christmas day with his parents but then left and spent the rest partying and the usual burying himself in girls and drink. Then unexpectedly he spent New Year's Eve in a doctor's office because the girl he was casually seeing, the one who had been dating Kai, thought she might be pregnant.

V's relationship with Binna had been strange from the start. He'd always found her pretty but she was from a rich popular company so had never even glanced at him at the start of his career. Then when he became famous she became a lot more friendly but she was with Kai and V was with you. Then you broke up with V and she started getting more forward. V knew some of their actions definitely counted as cheating without officially crossing the line but he didn't care. He figured it was Binna's choice and he didn't know Kai that well anyway. Finally Kai broke up with her and they had an amazing night together which lasted the whole night. After that they hooked up sporadically but were never more because V didn't want to be. He liked Binna physically but when the lights were on they had nothing to talk about and were so different. He knew she'd be the perfect public girlfriend for him but even he could see how she wanted his fame and he was determined not to give it to her. He should've just broken up with her but she was good in bed so he kept seeing her, ignoring her pointed questions and attempts to make others see them...but Binna might get her way after all.

V hoped she wasn't. He knew if she was, she'd want to keep it and she'd want them to raise it. V would be a father and he didn't want that, so he sat there probably more tense than she was. Just before midnight, the doctor called them in and then V did have something to celebrate because she wasn't pregnant. He tried not to look too happy but the second Binna left he cheered and jumped in the air. He went straight to the nearest bar but instead of continuing to feel great, he felt shit. He almost ruined his life. He got lucky but with his lifestyle, this could easily happen again. That depressing thought didn't stop him from drinking the night away though.

V walked into the BTS house the next day around midday but they could all tell he'd been in those clothes a while and he looked worse for wear. "What happened to you?" Jin asked and V groaned "I had a tough night but got some good news and had to celebrate". "Good news?" Jhope asked smiling and V nodded "Binna thought she was pregnant but she's not thank god". That sucked the tone from the room so V continued hurriedly. "But it was odd because I suddenly didn't feel like celebrating after a bit and then I woke up this morning face down on Y/n's lawn". "Y/n's?" Jimin asked and V nodded. "What did she say?" Suga asked but V explained you thankfully weren't there. "I don't even remember going there and I don't get why I would. I guess maybe I was feeling nostalgic or something". "That makes sense" Jhope agreed "your life almost changed irreversibly so it scared you and made you miss Y/n". "Miss her?" V asked and Jin nodded "yeah, you had a scary experience so your mind went back to a time before Binna when you felt safe and that was Y/n". Plus you saw her just before that right?" Jungkook asked "so she was on your mind. Maybe drunk you just wanted to clear things up with her?". V nodded "I have been wanting to speak to her after our argument and I'm glad I'm not a father. It's scary to think if things had been different I would've been engaged right now". "Well you wouldn't have had to get married" Jimin argued but V shot him a look "have you met Binna?" making the boys laugh. "Anyway I'm done with her, it was way too close a call" V said and all the boys were surprised. "What about Y/n?" RM asked and V shrugged "I want to talk to her but she doesn't want to talk to me so what can I do?". "Give her time" Jin suggested "then she might be less angry at you and willing to talk". V shrugged "I guess that's all I can do".

V thought a good thing to do might be to not get any bad rumours about him for a bit. That way when he did try and speak to you, you wouldn't brush him off as a party boy and might've noticed the changes in him. Then he saw you do the Rover challenge with Kai and he had a wobble. The two of you looked good together and didn't try and hide your relationship...whatever it was. He felt jealous and wondered why he still felt this way after you'd been broken up for so long. He decided to broach the topic with the boys.

"Did you see Kai's rover challenge?" V asked and Jimin nodded "yeah, which one or do you mean in general". V paused and Jimin smiled slightly "the one with Y/n?" and V nodded "they looked good right?". All the boys agreed you looked very good doing the dance and suited each other well. "Did you guys hear about Y/n and Kai's dance at his party?" V asked. "Yeah it was supposed to be impressive" Jhope nodded and V sighed "is it weird seeing them together bothered me?" he asked. The guys all paused and RM frowned "bothered you how?". "As in, it made me a little annoyed to see Kai with her. I know they're not dating but it still pissed me off". "Why?" Suga asked "you've been broken up for ages now". "I know I think it's just because she's never been with anyone since we ended and so it was the first time seeing her with another guy" V said and the guys all looked at one another awkwardly. "What?" V asked noticing and Jungkook coughed "she's been with guys V". "What?" he cried "who? When?". You'd alluded to that when he dropped your Christmas present off but he hadn't given it any thought, or taken you seriously.

"Erm there's been a few hookups I think, you really didn't know?" Jungkook asked and V shook his head "no, now answer me". "Hey calm down, I don't know for sure" Jungkook said. Jimin could see V wasn't going to stop and sighed "the ones I've heard are Jeonghan and Taeyong". "For how long?". "Just hooks ups and they weren't too long ago" Jimin said predicting his next question. "Who else?" Jungkook asked and the guys came forward with some more names. "How didn't I know or hear about it?" V asked. "Because Y/n wasn't showy like you" RM admitted "she knows how to keep it quiet" and V felt as if he'd been slapped. "V why do you care?" Suga asked again "you've slept with way more girls. So what if Y/n's had some fun too. She's nothing to do with you". That stung more but V didn't let it show. He nodded to Suga thanking him and pretended everything was fine.

V couldn't stop thinking about how you'd moved on. His first thought was it hurt because you'd always been his safety net. He figured he'd have a shot with you and that eventually he'd end up back with you but now he realised that was not the case. You weren't waiting around for him, you'd ended things with him and clearly stuck by that decision. Then he thought it might just be competitiveness. Exs usually raced to find a new partner before the other and V supposed it could be that but that didn't feel right either. It was more, he thought you showing up at his house to help get him to the airport was proof you still cared for him and he liked that. Nowadays he was never sure if people really liked him or his money and fame. He hardly had any friends from before he got really famous and the idea you still cared for him and there might be something there was comforting and exciting! That's why V had flirted with you and he couldn't lie, he was still attracted to you. He thought he might've had a shot with you if you were still harbouring feelings for him but you weren't. You'd been with other guys too and maybe that really was just a favour for his mum? He didn't like the thought of you not caring about him anymore and he realised he'd never stopped wanting you or wanting you to want him. He definitely felt like things were unfinished between the two of you but V was a brave guy. So he figured at the next opportunity he'd try and get back into your life one way or another.

By chance, your group and BTS hadn't been at the same event in ages. You got lucky and anytime they promoted a song you weren't there and vice versa. Plus BTS were so busy you hardly saw them on the circuits nowadays but the stars all aligned because there was a big spring showcase and your groups and many more were in attendance.

V thought this would be a great time to ask if the two of you could be friends again. He thought that would be a good way of getting back into your life without being too full on. From there he planned to regain your trust and see if you still had any feelings for him. So he texted you asking if you'd be available for a quick 5-minute chat in his dressing room. He assured you it was nothing bad and that he just wanted to put things right after how he acted at Christmas. He assured you the staff and members would all be gone and it could just be the two of you having a civil chat.

V's text caught you by surprise and you debated it a lot. You were curious and so decided to go see what was going on. "I'm just going to see what he wants" you told Yuqi "I'm not going to get involved in anything and if it's the same crap as at Christmas, I'm going to tell him to leave me alone". "Good for you" the girls called as you left the dressing room. Part of you was excited, V's text had made you realise you'd been on his mind and you were pleased we wanted to smooth over what happened at Christmas. It showed he cared for you and despite everything it made you feel good to have V care for you. So feeling positive, you didn't knock on the dressing room door figuring it'd be empty apart from V and that's how you saw everything.

Minutes before you were due to arrive there was a knock on the door and V assumed it was you so hurried to open it but it wasn't you. "Hey babe" Binna smiled "why have you been ignoring me?". "Binna" V said slightly panicked because you'd be here any moment "I...I thought I explained everything". "You sent a text V saying we needed to stop seeing each other, is that all I deserve?" Binna asked. "No sorry I should've spoken to you in person. I just thought your pregnancy scare was a real eye-opener. I don't want to be a parent and I don't want to risk that again". "Is that all this is about?" Binna asked "V there are so many things we can do that don't lead to a pregnancy, why don't I show you?" and she started heading towards him.

"Binna no I'm seeing someone in a minute so I can't". "Y/n?" Binna asked "I just saw her going the other way with her girls. She's not coming V, she's not interested". "No she wouldn't do that" V said but he was cut off as Binna backed him up against a sofa and he fell onto it. "She did and I'm sorry" she said leaning over him and gently stroking his face "but I can make you feel better". It had been a while since V had slept with anyone so the things she started to do felt good and V's body reacted without his volition. He tried to get her to stop but it felt so good, so he let her keep going and that's what you saw when you walked in.

V just so happened to be facing the door and he saw you walk in and knew he was in trouble. Your expression changed in seconds and he knew he'd lost you. "Shit!" he cried pushing Binna away but it was too late. "Y/n wait" he said but you just turned on your heels and stormed away. "Leave her, she doesn't want you" Binna said but V pushed past her and ran after you.

He caught you quickly and called your name. "Y/n please wait! It wasn't what it looked like"." It wasn't?" You asked "because I think it was pretty clear what was happening!". "I know I just meant...". "Is that why you brought me there?" you asked "some cruel joke? You wanted me to see her and you together as a way of one-upping me?". "No I'd never want that! I wanted you" he said and you froze "what?".

"I miss you Y/n and want you in my life again" V said and that made you laugh "V two seconds ago Binna's mouth was..." and he nodded not wanting you to finish "I know I know but she'd literally just started. I didn't want it to happen it just kind of did. I've told her it's over that's why she came and found me and did that". "Come on V I know you and this sort of stuff isn't out of character for the new you. Why would I believe anything from you?" you asked and V sighed "because it's the truth!" he said loudly "Y/n I just want you in my life again it doesn't have to be romantic but I want to be friends again or see you in some form" V said "please Y/n can we go somewhere and talk?". He tried to grab your hand but you pulled away "no V!" you cried and you'd both been making so much noise your members came out of the dressing room to make sure you were okay.

You took a breath and sighed. "V why are you saying this? Why now?" you asked quieter "it doesn't make any sense you wanting to be friends all of a sudden". "Because I've missed you" V said matching your quieter tone "you helping me get to the airport reminded me I'm a better person around you. When we were together you made me a good person and I need that so badly. I need to be the best version of myself and you bring that out in me. Nobody else, you! I need you to save me again Y/n" V said. "Y/n are you okay?" Seoyon called and you nodded at her before turning back to V. "V it was never my job to make you a better person or save you. I'm glad I had a positive impact on you but it's not fair to put such a big role on me. I never wanted to be your manager or minder I just wanted you to love and care for me". "I do!" V said and then you both froze "did...do, Y/n I..." but you stopped him. "V don't, we don't need to rehash this. It's not the time nor place". "So can we speak about this later?" V asked and you shook your head "I don't know V, I don't think so" and started to walk away.

V went to follow you but Yuqi and Soojin were right in front of him. "I think she wants to be alone" Soojin said and V nodded "I know but I have to make her listen, I have to make her see..." he started but Yuqi shook her head. "Y/n doesn't have to do anything now respect her wishes and go". V sighed but knew he'd have to fight your members to reach you and not only did that not look good but he wasn't sure he could take Yuqi. So with a sigh he turned around and left. "And zip up your jeans!" Yuqi called after him and he realised his fly had been down the entire time.

The next day a video of your argument with V was posted on the internet.

It made sense someone had seen you. You'd argued in the middle of a busy studio and there was bound to be some staff around who wanted some extra cash. Thankfully the audio of the video was muffled but you could clearly see you and V in the video, arguing passionately and it wasn't hard to fill in the blanks. Everyone pieced together that you and V had dated and were in a breakup, they just didn't know it had been 5 years ago.

Your company was furious with you for having a public argument with one of the most famous idols in the world and put you on a temporary hiatus as punishment. Soyeon was furious and fought with them but they said you had to learn you couldn't be so frivolous and emotional. You doubted V was punished and his fans definitely thought you were to blame. You didn't post on Instagram a lot but your Christmas post from the previous year was suddenly spammed with lots of toxic fans hurling abuse at you. For dating V, for breaking up with V, for arguing with V...basically just for knowing V they hated you. You disabled your comments and then when the private messages wouldn't stop also deleted your social media. So you backed away from the outside world all because of V. You should've hated him but honestly, you were just still in shock at what he'd said. If you were angry at anyone it was yourself by how his words still affected you. You thought you'd have known better after 5 years.

V's members were all stunned by what had happened and quizzed him on it a lot after the event. "Did you know you were going to confess that to her?" Jin asked and V shook his head "no". "Did you mean it?" RM asked and V looked down and nodded. The guys all went quiet. "I didn't know you wanted help" Jimin said "why didn't you come to us?". V shrugged again "last time she was the only thing that helped me hold on. Even the other month it was her who got me to the airport when you all couldn't. I guess I panicked thinking more about how I needed Y/n without considering if she needed me or if I deserved her". "Don't say that" Jhope said "you're a good person you deserve a good girl". "But not Y/n" V said, noticing how his hyung had left your name out of it. Jhope looked down and Suga spoke up "I don't think you're undeserving of her, you just handled everything terribly. Her walking in on you and another girl and you blind-sighting her with your confession...there's just ways you ask your ex to repair things and it wasn't the way you did it". V nodded "have I ruined everything?". "We don't know" Jungkook said gently "but time helps all things, so just wait and see. Maybe text her apologising?". V nodded "if she hasn't blocked my number".

You got Vs text after it was announced you'd been put on hiatus. "Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant for this to happen and it's all my fault. I'm trying to get my company to make a statement so the fans will leave you alone. If I can do anything to help please tell me or Jimin if you don't want to speak to me. I won't bother you again but I meant what I said and I will work to make myself a better person for you if you want that". You read V's text and didn't bother replying. What could you say other than "yes this is all your fault?". That was just spiteful so you left it. You had to wait 3 months but finally, your company let you rejoin the group and you just ignored the boos and glares you got from toxic BTS fans. In your opinion, it was your fault for hearing V out in the first place.

V was so happy when you returned. He'd been phoning your CEO daily until he'd finally been able to get a meeting with him and had demanded your reinstatement. Your CEO was lovely to V and agreed in a heartbeat which made V sick. This was why he'd wanted you, because you were the only person besides his members who he could trust but that didn't mean he deserved you and he's just recently come to terms with that...and he'd decided he could change that.

V was going to become the man you deserved. Of that, he was certain because he realised now he did still love you and hadn't loved a girl since you. He needed you, not just to save him but because he was sure you were his future. He might've let you slip away once but now he was going to fight for you. As far as he was concerned, nothing would stop him.

[jjkeverlast]

true love | N° 6

➵ genre our beloved summer au, exes to lovers, romantic comedy

➵ summary in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

➵ word count 6.7k

➵ warnings use of flashback scenes, light smut (?), alcohol consumption, angst angst angst, unresolved questions, lots of confusion and crying, flashback scenes, mentions of losing someone, mentions of death, panic attack (sorta).

➵ author's note gooooooodddddd, fucking finally. again, sorry for the delay. i remember notifying it to be out before christmas but so many unexpected plans came along and writing became distant for a short period of time but look at that!!!! i finished it :'))) are you guys ready to find out the truth? 👀

also big hugs and thanks to my baby meg bear @yoongukie-ff for beta'ing this chapter!! i trust every piece of my writing with her :)

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‘’T-Taehyung?’’ 

He turns his head, confronted by your confused expression screaming anything other than joy that he's already in the car. Jimin is sitting by the wheel, accompanied by Yeon-su beside him and hurriedly telling you to get in as it’s a long drive to the cabin. 

Here you are, sitting besides your ex who basically friendzoned you after admitting he might still be in love with you. Therefore this getaway weekend would have been perfect without the company of Kim Taehyung. Even though you aren’t completely surprised — knowing Jimin and him are close friends — you still deeply hoped he would cancel or have other plans. Now, the only solution for you is to play music and ignore the man sitting next to you. 

Fiddling inside of your bag, you grab ahold of your earphones who couldn’t be more tangled. You find yourself struggling due to your lack of concentration regarding the situation you’re currently in. 

Taehyung notices quickly how much the earphones are winning against you, the tangled chords keeping themselves tight, not breaking free despite you fiddling your fingers in between them. Without thinking further, Taehyung grabs hold of it, the tip of his fingers landing for a split second against your warm palm. 

‘’Let me.’’ He’s being sincere, you know that, but something about him stepping in to help you doesn’t sit well in the pit of your stomach. 

‘’It’s fine. I don’t need them right now.’’ You smile quickly, retrieving the tangled chords back and stuffing them inside of your bag, all hopes of listening to music gone. 

‘’Fine, just trying to be nice.’’ Yeon-su catches your eyes through the rear-view, noticing the sudden strained tension arising between Taehyung and you. Being so close to Taehyung, your mind becomes foggy, all surroundings around you disappearing as if they were never there and you hate it. Your body is uncontrollable in his presence. 

‘’Jimin! Isn’t there a hot tub at the cabin?’’ Yeon-su distracts you both, her joyish tone calming you and Taehyun resulting in neither of you about to bite each other’s head off. 

‘’Yeah, we should use it! Taehyung you’ve always loved hot tubbing.’’ 

‘’He doe—’’ You stop yourself abruptly, the back of your head replaying many moments you and Taehyung have shared in the bathtub at your parent’s house. He does indeed love hot tubbing. Taehyung notices your short revealing, proving you remember all the times you’ve shared with one another, his heart breaking from the good memories. 

Taehyung gulps, trying his best to swallow the clump that has been resting since he left you, five years ago. The action goes unnoticed, your mind already cloudy enough. 

Yeon-su is quick on her feet to move the conversation elsewhere, noticing Taehyung’s expression through the rear view mirror. The action of Yeon-au’s resting frown goes unnoticed by the both of you.

You managed to fall asleep, deciding that was the second best option to avoid Taehyung’s presence next to you for three hours. A sudden bump in the car wakes you up, and as you look out you notice the green nature surrounding Jimin’s car as you drive further in between the trees and finally getting a decent look at the wonderful cabin. 

It’s bigger than you had expected, seemingly two stories up as big glass windows give you a glimpse of what’s inside. It’s very modern, chic even. 

When the car is parked, you all step out, leaves crunching beneath your feet covering most of the area. The air is a bit colder here than in Seoul, more fresh as you inhale it while Yeon-su and Jimin walk to the trunk to bring the bags inside. Taehyung stays silent, not much is heard from him other than helping along the honeymoon pair.  

The living room is big and spacious and you feel as if you just walked inside the house from Parasite. The furniture is a dark shade of olive green and black. Although the cabin is decorated in dark colors, you feel comfortable. 

‘’Y/N, your room is upstairs next to Taehyung’s.’’ Yeon-su says as she hands you your bag. You nod with a semi smile, walking upstairs to your room for the weekend. It doesn’t surprise you that the bedroom has its own bathroom next to it and a queen sized bed. 

When you begin to unpack, your mind goes back to the night in Taehyung’s apartment. His words, his warm palm wrapped around your wrist with a lost glint in his eyes as he looked at you, all hopeful yet lost. You’re not sure you’ve processed the night yet, settling on pushing it in the back of your mind and continuing to live as you did before Taehyung came back after five years. But your heart, no matter how much your mind tries to disprove the idea of Taehyung, continues to beat rapidly for him. You let out a sigh, sitting down on the bed and letting your hands feel the thick texture of the duvet. Your phone buzzes beside you and as you grab it, you notice that Jungkook messaged you. 

koo did you get there okay? [4:35 pm] 

you yeah slept the whole way through [4:35 pm]

you taehyung is here [4:36 pm] 

koo oh god [4:36 pm]

koo do you need me to come get you???? [4:36 pm] 

koo we’ll just act like i got through a huge break up and that i need you [4:36 pm] 

you i’ll be okay [4:36 pm] 

you thank you :) [4:37 pm]  

koo *sent a photo* [4:37 pm] 

You click on the photo, Samba looking directly into the camera lens, her big green eyes all wide and your heart calms by the sight of her. You really needed that. 

koo to help :) samba says hi [4:37 pm] 

you i truly do not deserve you [4:37 pm] 

Everything seems to fall down, your mind eases due to you seeing Samba and remembering that even though you and Taehyung didn’t last, you and Samba will. 

‘’Hey.’’ Yeon-su knocks lightly on your door, sneaking half of her body inside while peaking at you. She seems worried and curious. 

‘’What’s up?’’ You continue to unpack, turning your back on her as she hesitantly moves next to you, sitting down. 

‘’Are you and Taehyung okay?’’ The question throws you off guard and for a quick second you’re almost losing composure. It gives you a certain wake up call to the situation as a whole. Yeon-su and Jimin know nothing about you and Taehyungs’ actual relationship, so for the both of you to actively give each other side glances and act nothing like old high school friends, it shouldn’t surprise you that Yeon-su questions your behavior.    

‘’Yeah, we’re fine.’’ You brush it off quickly, Yeon-su’s frown remaining yet she still lets go of it, leaving you alone to finish packing. 

As the door closes, you let out a sigh, frustration seeping through you once again over Kim Taehyung and his fucking friendzoning. Was that even allowed? After everything? You know what? You’re not going to sit here, sighing over god knows what regarding your ex and you’re gonna do everything to get the best out of this trip, with or without him. 

With that, you join the rest of the group for dinner, conversations flowing between all of you and the atmosphere clears out. Everything turns out to be way more comfortable regardless of you and Taehyung avoiding each other’s gaze.  

Yeon-su suddenly excuses herself, leaving the room and returning with a petite box in her hands. 

‘’Brought this little gem with me. Drinking game anyone?’’ Jimin excitedly claps, quick to join in on Yeon-su’s after dinner activity and because you’ve promised yourself to enjoy every second, you jump into the fun. 

‘’Truth or drink, I’ll start.’’ Your friend places a deck of cards in the middle of the table, clearing it free so you’ll have easy access to pull a card. She grabs ahold of the first one, eyeing Jimin before reading it aloud to him. 

‘’What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?’’ 

Taehyung holds in a laugh when Jimin hesitates on taking a shot or simply answering the question. 

‘’Oh come on, it can’t be that bad!’’ 

‘’Trust me, if Jimin is thinking the one I am right now, it’s bad.’’ Taehyung calls out, his boxy smile on full display as he and Jimin stay keen on eye contact while Yeon-su is pressuring her boyfriend to spill. 

‘’Babe, you don’t want to know. I’ll just take a shot.’’ He exhales right before finishing the shot in one go, drinking it as if it was water. 

‘’Can’t believe I’m much braver than you. I bet you I'll answer every question.’’ Yeon-su raises her brows, arms crossed as Jimin rolls his eyes over her somewhat promise to everyone at the table. Although you aren’t that worried, Yeon-su is the most honest person you know, so for her to lie wouldn’t be efficient either way.  

‘’We’ll see about that. My turn.’’ Jimin draws a card, giggling a bit before gaining courage to read it out. 

‘’What’s the last thing you Googled?’’ Jimin sounds challenging and Yeon-su doesn’t hesitate to open her phone and show her Google history to all of us. 

‘’How do people have threesomes? Yeon-su are you—’’ 

‘’I was just curious!’’ She shuts her phone off, Jimin and Taehyung easily cracking up due to Yeon-su's curiosity towards sex. 

‘’I mean, porn is an option?’’ You speak up, the laughter easing down as the boys are quick to agree with you all while Yeon-su considers if her curiosity would get shut down simply by watching threesome porn. 

‘’Well, at least Yeon-su answered right?’’ Taehyung is the next to say something and Yeon-su is grateful for him backing her up — the threesome question left behind for now. 

Taehyung decides to go next, picking up a card and reading it as he goes. ‘’Do you believe in soulmates?’’ His eyes turn to you, awaiting an answer. 

Soulmates. Something you’ve never dug into, but sitting here in front of Taehyung even though you never saw this day possible since he left, somehow makes you believe that if someone is meant to be in your life, they come back. But is that the case for Taehyung and you? Or is it just pure coincidence? 

‘’Um, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.’’ You shrug, Taehyung’s eyes once again telling you much more than he is all while your throat turns dry. You didn’t want to put much thought into it, but he looks… disappointed? 

Taehyung clears his throat, and before any form of awkward tension can rise into the dining room, you pick up the next card. 

‘’All right, what’s the one thing you would do if you knew there were no consequences?’’ Taehyung continues to stare down at his shot glass, scared to meet your eyes and without hesitation he chugs the shot in one go. 

You wish your heart didn’t drop at the sight and you can’t help but feel as if the reason Taehyung can’t answer, is because of you. 

‘’Oh come on Taehyung. That one is easy.’’ Jimin throws in, overlooking the strained tension between Taehyung and you. 

‘’Don’t.’’ Jimin is thrown back by the warning his friend gives him and confusion plasters itself onto his face. 

‘’I’ll go next!’’ Yeon-su, once again, saves the uncomfortable ambiance by her cheerishful and sweet energy. She always makes sure everyone around her is okay and doesn’t hesitate to step in to avoid conflict between her loved ones. 

‘’Ooh! This one is fun. Who was your first real celebrity crush?’’ 

‘’Easy, Usher.’’ Jimin doesn’t miss a beat and if it weren’t for his stern expression none of you would be laughing as you are this instant. 

‘’What?’’ 

‘’Nothing babe.’’ 

The game continues on for a bit longer, everyone getting fun questions, some are avoided while most of them are answered. Your head is starting to spin, your cheeks feel much warmer than before but you’re having fun. Taehyung himself has loosened up since the earlier question that caught you both off guard. 

‘’Y/N, answer this! What’s the best intimate experience you’ve ever had?’’ If you weren’t already drunk enough, you would’ve taken a shot because the person who’s involved in the story is sitting not even a meter away from you. But you are, therefore no filter is involved, only the truth. 

‘’I’d say… it was actually on a roof, right after stargazing and listening to Taylor Swift.’’ You admit and Taehyung smiles, as if he remembers the memory too and for a split second you notice him nodding, as if he agrees with your statement. 

‘’Who was the lucky guy?’’

‘’I don’t see a card with that question Yeon-su.’’ You smirk, nailing the avoidance of the tempted question of your friend. 

‘’Wait, on a roof? Isn’t that uncomfortable?’’ Jimin cringes at the thought, making you tilt your head back and laugh. 

‘’Not when the person prepared with duvets and mattresses.’’ 

‘’Makes sense.’’ 

The conversation ends quickly and you all decide to crash for the night. The honeymoon pairs’ bedroom downstairs, while you and Taehyung walk beside one another upstairs, a comfortable silence shared between you. 

When you’re standing in front of your door, you turn to Taehyung, his eyes already searching for yours and before you get to say goodnight, Taehyung beats you to it. 

‘’I would’ve mentioned the campus library.’’ He smirks when your mouth drops over his confession. 

‘’I–’’

‘’Goodnight.’’ He opens the door, giving you one more look before he disappears completely. 

You’d blame the alcohol for Taehyung reminding you of the time when he brought you inside the campus library, both of you skipping class due to your mutual desires. Your body heats up as you reminisce how his hand held over your mouth as the other busied itself under your skirt, a few meters away from the library lady who was harsher than all of your teachers combined. 

‘’Stay quiet baby. Can you do that for me?’’ He whispers, your moans muffled due to his hand covering up most of it. 

You snap back, every part of your brain convincing your body that the alcohol is affecting you and not the man next door to you. 

The clock reads four AM when your eyes open, your mind now sobered up. You find it difficult to fall asleep again, white spots cornering your brain because of the drinking game but one question you can’t help but forget seeps through. Knowing the couple, they’ve planned a few activities for tomorrow so sleep is needed if you want to at least survive the day. 

You somehow settle on drinking a cup of tea to ease your mind and mostly your body who fought against you earlier after Taehyung’s odd goodnight to you. 

The only light visible is the moon, reflecting itself to every surface in the living room, along with the kitchen and– oh.

‘’Hey, sorry. I couldn’t sleep.’’ Taehyung keeps his tone low, afraid he’ll wake up the sleeping couple. 

‘’That’s okay, we’re in the same boat.’’ You move closer to the cabinet, Taehyung moving aside and that’s when you notice he isn’t wearing a shirt, only sweatpants. You try your best to look away, settling on finding the tea cabinet instead. 

Taehyung watches your every move, how you sneakily tiptoe to reach the top shelf to fetch onto a tea box. Your skin is glowing under the moonlight and Taehyung wants nothing more than to move closer to you.

The water starts to boil, your fingers tapping against the marble of the kitchen counter as Taehyung silently sips on his own cup of tea. The silence is killing you. 

‘’Taehyung?’’ He expects to meet your eyes, but you’re still looking down on the electric kettle. You feel his gaze on you, so you proceed to take a step further. 

‘’Just— be honest with me. For once.’’ Taehyung gulps, every part of him hoping eternally that you won’t throw the obvious bomb who’s been locked away for all these years. 

‘’Why? Why did you leave me? Leave us?’’ You’re on the verge of crying, Taehyung can tell by how you pressed your palms harder  onto the counter for support and your voice getting choked up. 

‘’I can’t. I’m sorry.’’ It’s for the best. That’s what Taehyung is trying to convince himself, because you didn’t deserve any of this but him explaining won’t solve anything. He fucked up once, he doesn’t need to make the same mistake again. 

The silence returns as you pour down the warm water, fixing the tea for yourself. Taehyung is debating if he should leave you or hold on to this moment of the both of you alone. 

You crush the memory for Taehyung by leaving without looking back once. 

‘’I’m such a fucking idiot.’’ 

The following morning, Yeon-su and you are the first to awaken. Both reasons being completely different. All while Yeon-su has slept like a baby next to her boyfriend, you haven’t been able to close your eyes since last night. Thankfully, Yeon-su doesn’t question your obvious eye bags and invites you to go hiking instead. 

You both follow the trail in the forest, enjoying the free view surrounding you. Yeon-su catches you up on all the gossip from her workplace, filled with nothing but unbearable co-workers and a lazy boss. You have told her countless times to quit, although in the end Yeon-su will never gain enough courage to make that choice for herself. 

‘’Hey, we always talk about me. How about you? How’s work?’’ You kindly smile at her for noticing how she always manages to speak most of the time, leaving you no space to vent. Yeon-su always had a lot on her plate, good things most of the time which excited you as well. She’s your best friend, always has been since your orders got messed up at your local coffee shop, resulting in the both of you starting  a conversation. She’s always made you feel at ease wherever you are, helping you out of difficult situations yet ever since Taehyung came back, you haven’t been able to say a single word about him.

You know in the end she’ll be there for you, understanding even, but you held a promise to Taehyung and that was to keep your past relationship from Yeon-su and Jimin. 

‘’Work is good. Taking a day at a time, nothing big.’’ She hums along, as you both reach a lake surrounded by trees. 

‘’You know, I’ve never seen you so happy before. Jimin is a good guy.’’ She smiles at your words regarding her relationship, and your heart swoons over how your best friend has finally found the one. 

‘’He’s just the best, really.’’ You nod along, her smile returning when she tells you how exactly he asked her to be his. You’ve heard the story a few times, but as you look out onto the lake you feel yourself getting brought back to a day that has set itself as a scar on you. 

‘’Taehyung? What’s going on?’’ You can’t read into his expression and it breaks your heart that he can’t even look into your eyes as he stands in front of your door. 

‘’I– We’re done. I’m breaking up with you.’’ Everything around you stops, all the sounds, your heartbeat, your blood flowing. You’re stuck. 

‘’Why? Please tell me this is some sick joke.’’ Denial, every part of you is in denial that Taehyung suddenly doesn’t want to be with you, not after everything you’ve been through. 

‘’Goodbye. You can keep Samba.’’ He turns his back to you, disappearing as he walks down the stairs. 

The moment he’s gone, you drop down to your knees, breaking down fully as your eyes never stop tearing up. You feel empty, useless but mostly heartbroken. 

You lost him. 

Samba walks up to you from behind, nuzzling her head on your arm. ‘’We’ll be okay.’’ You manage to say, despite you stuttering your way through it, every part of you breaking down. 

‘’Yeah, Jimin’s definitely the one. I just know it.’’ Yeon-su catches you back to the present, your heartbeat back to its normal pace and your body starts to move again when she suggests you guys should head back to have brunch with the guys.  

‘’You’re both meant for each other,’’ is the last thing you manage to say before you reach the cabin and Taehyung rushes out screaming all kinds of nonsense. 

‘’Jimin fell.’’ Yeon-su pushes through Taehyung, rushing inside to her boyfriend who’s sitting down on the couch groaning out in pain. 

The scene is heartbreaking. Yeon-su tries to calm Jimin down but he’s in too much pain after he accidentally missed a step and fell down hurting his knee in the process. Taehyung is surfing on the web, looking up any solutions to the situation and you’re preparing an ice pack to ease down the swelling. 

Yeon-su has already  stacked up pillows on the coffee table in front of the couch, keeping his leg elevated as you return with an ice pack. Jimin groans when the cold sensation reaches his warm skin. 

‘’He needs a compressive bandage and painkillers, just in case.’’ Taehyung rushes next to you, both arms holding onto the laptop as he reads out. 

‘’I’ll go.’’ You don’t hesitate. Jimin and you aren’t that close, so for Taehyung and Yeon-su to stay will calm him down a lot more. 

‘’Are you sure?’’ You nod, grabbing the car keys from the entrance and Jimin manages to thank you before you run out of their sight. 

The drive isn’t long, only ten to fifteen minutes to the closest pharmacy located in a small local city. You can’t even begin to imagine the stress Yeon-su must be going through right now. Seeing her boyfriend in pain and her not being able to do much. If you were in her position, your heart would break at the sight of seeing a person you care about being hurt. 

You hate your mind for thinking about Taehyung getting hurt instead and what you would’ve done or how you would’ve reacted. Sadly, you’d convince your body to not do much, not since he left and completely shattered you as if those eight years of you together was nothing. You’re getting distracted. Whenever even an ounce of you begins to draw Taehyung in again as someone who matters to you, you lose yourself. One by one you lose the chance to speak, to stand up for yourself because he made you weak, made you blame yourself for everything. The break up, all the memories you have from the time you spent together in your college apartment that he basically lived in at the time and owning Samba together. All of it was for nothing.   

The pharmacy comes into sight, the green neon light flickering once or twice and you hurry yourself out of Jimin’s car, almost sprinting inside the shop. 

‘’Hi, I’m looking for a compressive bandage and some pain killers.’’ The pharmacist nods along, an old lady dressed in all white, her glasses decorating her neck with a pearl string. Her gestures are soft, easing you down as she advises you regarding Jimin’s knee and to keep an eye out for swelling. 

‘’Thank you so much.’’ Your grateful tone catches her off guard, giggling as she brushes you off. 

‘’It’s really no problem. I hope your friend recovers quickly.’’ She hands you the brown paper bag, wishing you a nice weekend as you walk out of the store. 

You feel small drops falling from the sky, painting your jacket along the way and you hurry to the car before it worsens. As you shut the car door, the rain increases, big drops falling along on the exposed windscreen. You’re surprised how quickly the weather changed. The unexpected drops are not calming down and sadly you don’t have time to wait out the rain. You activate the wiper blades, managing to get out of town safely. 

The rain doesn’t stop, only increasing and that’s when you hear the first lighting strike right behind you. Your body almost flinches, but you try to remain calm despite the chaos erupting behind you. 

It’s not often that you drive when there’s a storm forming, so you keep the car at a normal pace, keeping yourself in control and do everything to reach the cabin. 

The drive takes a bit longer, although you manage to arrive a few minutes later than planned. The thing that surprises you most isn’t how the storm shifted last minute and calmed down, no. It’s Taehyung, running up to you right after the car is parked. 

‘’Fuck, are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.’’ Taehyung’s eyes worriedly scans your face, grabbing a hold of it and you’re too stunned to form a decent reply. 

‘’Wh-what?’’ 

‘’I’m such a fucking idiot.’’ Taehyung pulls you into his arms, his voice clogged like yours was the night before when he couldn’t simply answer you. Taehyung is… crying.   

‘’I should’ve gone with you. I should've never let you go alone. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’’ He squeezes you tighter, sobbing on your shoulder as the rain continues to fall on the both of you. Taehyung doesn’t seem to care, all he does is stay put, holding onto you and continuously apologizing. 

You want to ask questions about his weird and off putting behavior, but Jimin is a priority first. 

An unexpected lighting shock results in you both running along each other inside. Yeon-su is lying just as she did when you left, softly speaking to Jimin who’s trying his best not to focus on the pain that's been hitting his knee since the abrupt fall. 

‘’I’m here. I have everything.’’ You hand the semi wet bag to your friend, thanking you as she takes hold of it. You decide to take a shower before you catch a cold and Taehyung is quicker than you, already gone into his room. 

You excuse yourself, letting Yeon-su take care of Jimin as you continue with your plan. The warm water helps calm your body and for the first time since you arrived at the cabin you miss home. You miss Samba, her smell, her warm fur and how she always consols you when you’re stressed or overwhelmed. You miss Jungkook, his awful drinking skills, his lame jokes that somehow manage to work in the end, his ranting about everyone he’s slept with. You overall miss how you feel when you’re surrounded by Jungkook and Samba. You’ll keep in mind to text Jungkook and to ask how he’s doing along with taking care of your cat. 

You’re trying to think of what Jungkook would tell you to do after the episode with Taehyung crying his eyes out in your arms with no explanation. But something you do know, is that you won’t leave the cabin without finding out why. Deep down, your gut is telling you this is a bad idea but it becomes too late when you’re finally standing in front of Taehyung’s door, ready to knock. 

You swallow down an awaiting clump by the edge of your throat, collecting yourself to knock. Hesitation seeps through the walls between you and for a moment you want to take a step back, force yourself to forget everything and stop fighting for someone who clearly doesn’t love you. Yet he shows, opening the door for you, as if it was a sign for you to pull through with the floating questions roaming the top of your head, wishing to bounce onto Taehyungs. 

‘’Hi.’’ His eyes are puffy, nose stuffed although he still manages to smile at you. Even if it isn’t genuine, it feels good, right even. You remember the last time Taehyung smiled at you. It was when you made him listen to your mother’s favorite music as you two were cooking an early breakfast, the sunlight peeking through the blinds, an orange glist blooming itself into your living room and onto your kitchen. 

He kept his smile, while you sang your heart out to him and gave him an early morning show. You were giggling constantly as the sweet smell appeared while Taehyung flipped a few pancakes. 

‘’Y/N?’’ Shit. You must’ve zoned out. 

‘’Yeah, hi. Sorry can we talk?’’ 

Taehyung hesitates, looking back before giving in and opening the door further, giving you space to walk in freely as he shuts the door behind you. 

‘’I’ll be quick. What was that? Back there? When you—’’ 

‘’Nothing. Just, forget it happened.’’ You’ve lost count of how many times Taehyung has easily slipped through your fingers, brushing you off as if whatever you say to him will never be enough. 

‘’Taehyung, I’m worried.’’ He still doesn’t look at you and you feel small, cramped in the spacious room. You’re nervous, every nerve cracking itself open the longer you stand in front of him with a blank answer. It makes you realize that parts of Taehyung have changed. He’s always honest with you, never scared of admitting when something was bothering him or even if he simply wanted to be alone. Yet now, he can’t even look at you while offering you absolutely nothing. It's as if he’s a ghost, brushing his hand past yours not being able to grab it because he’s already gone. 

‘’Can you just drop it please?’’ Taehyung’s tone reaches an ounce harsher, grabbing his hair in frustration because you’ve grown stern towards him. You care, he knows that and he wants nothing more than to tell you everything that happened from the moment he walked out on you and Samba’s life. Why he did it, how much he regrets it, how much he’s missed you and the sparkle of joy your eyes carry. He wants to do all of it, but something is holding him back. The truth. The hard truth. 

‘’Taehyung. For this friendship or whatever the fuck you call it to work, you need to stop constantly shutting me down! I’m just trying to help you and you don’t even care.’’ You’re shouting, voice breaking through every wall in this house but you’ve reached your breaking point. You’re done caring. You’re done fighting. You’re done trying to save him. 

‘’Leave.’’ Taehyung whispers and your mouth drops, eyes crinkling as tears appear. Your breath is swallowed but you do as told.  

Going to your room was one choice, but it would only leave you to think everything through and probably crush you in the process of everything falling down into one. Yeon-au and Jimin were talking downstairs, their voices echoing as soon as you left Taehyung’s room. Maybe it’ll be good for you to sit in their company. 

“Hey,” they both look up at you, smiling as you reach closer. “How’s the knee? Any better?” 

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll live.” Jimin looks down at the ice pack covering his knee, while Yeon-su sits at the edge, nuzzling his stomach. 

“Did you guys eat yet?” Both of them nod no, and you make it your new mission to finish the brunch that was planned earlier. Or more so lunch, due to the time flying. 

You manage to make some ramen quickly, leaving some for Taehyung if he ever decides to show while the three of you eat silently in the living room. Jimin smiles for the first time since the accident when he’s halfway through the bowl and by Yeon-su’s expression, she’s finally at ease. 

‘’We should use the hut tub.’’ The infamous hut tub Jimin mentioned earlier in the car and because the rain finally stopped, you see no harm in using it this afternoon. 

‘’I’m not a big fan, I’ll just take a nap.’’ Yeon-su expresses, grabbing your bowls along with her own. She begins to wash after you, scolding you for getting up and asking her to leave up to yourself.  

“You and Jimin should use it. I think some warm water might be good for him after he fell.” You nod, returning to Jimin as you help him stand, both of you slowly moving towards the hut tub outside by the patio. 

It takes some time for the both of you to get in the water, but as soon as you step into it, it was all worth it. 

The company of Jimin is fitting, he’s fully exposing all about what it’s actually like to be a model and to do runways. You’ve never known any models, so for Jimin to be the first, you’re thrilled. 

“It’s actually how I met Taehyung.” His eyes smile along with his teeth. 

“Oh, I didn’t know Taehyung could model.” You’re surprised over the setting for the both to meet. You remember vaguely Taehyung having no interest in being in front of a camera, let alone a public. So modeling would be the last job he’d take. But clearly, he’s changed. So maybe, it turned out to be perfect for him either way. 

“No no. His friend had the flu, so he filled in for him.” Your heart flutters at Jimin’s words. Taehyung’s kindness was like no other, always doing what he can to save someone he cares for. Maybe he hasn’t changed that much… you just haven’t seen it. 

“That’s really sweet of him.” 

“Can I ask you something?” You nod. 

“Did you know her?” Jimin tilts his head, his smile fading along the further his head tilts. 

“Who?”

“The girl Taehyung was in love with since he was 16.” You would lie if you admitted that your heart didn’t flinch at Jimin’s question. How did he know? Did Taehyung mention your past? 

“I heard about her.” Your tone is hesitant but it doesn’t seem to faze him. 

“I wish it worked out between them. The way his eyes lit up whenever he mentioned her, I can’t believe it ended.” You swallow the big clump forming in your throat, every memory of you and Taehyung flashing you all at once. 

“Y-yeah. Me neither.” 

“That’s why when he drank to his question, I just knew it was about her.” Jimin’s head lowers, his heart breaking along for his best friend who’s been broken for longer than he knows. 

You feel your whole body freeze. Everything becomes too overwhelming for you, your emotions, wanting to move on… 

It becomes impossible for you, knowing Taehyung feels broken too. 

You grab your jacket, deciding to walk outside on the patio and surround yourself with complete silence. The hardwood creaks as you walk on it, leaves plastered all around it and you feel like a kid again, playing with the remaining leaves with your feet. When you look back inside, Yeon-su and Jimin have gone to bed early. The rest of the dinner is on the table ready to eat. You don’t feel hungry, you haven’t been since the conversation in Taehyung’s bedroom. 

Saving people is a difficult term. In reality, you can’t save everyone and especially not the ones who don’t want to be saved. It has nothing to do with you wanting constantly to be there for everyone and lifting each person up, but that was the case for him. 

You’ve known Taehyung since your parents moved next to his house. He was your first real friend. You were a bit shy in the beginning, coming from a secluded town with not many residents but Taehyung made moving here worth it. You remembered how much you kicked your feet in the backseat as your father stepped on the wheel and drove further and further away from your childhood home. 

Taehyung took you in as his friend, inviting you each day to his place where you’d jump into the pool and eat snacks afterwards, laughing whenever Taehyung had crumbs covering the top of his shirt too lazy to remove it with a swift motion. 

Taehyung saved you. He saved you from bad people in middle school, high school and even college. Whenever you felt lost, he was there guiding you towards the right path as you did the same for him. 

You smile, watching the moon as your tears stain your soft warm cheeks. You’ll have to accept it eventually. To accept that the reason behind Taehyung leaving will remain unknown. 

You hide your face in your big jacket, taking in the sounds of the trees moving due to the wind and how it somehow creates a melody. It’s a moment like this that reminds you you’ll pull through. You’ve done all you could, now all you need to do is accept it. 

You step closer to the edge of the patio, supporting both hands onto the railing as you tilt your head upwards to get a decent look at the moon. 

Admiring the moon has always been in your nature. Ever since you were little and your parents bought you the glow in the dark stars stickers for the ceiling, the night has always been an escape for you. 

It takes you back to every night you’ve missed out on sleep as a little girl, the stars becoming a part of you. And as the moon shines even brighter than it has, you get a sense of hope for yourself. 

With one last look, you walk back into the cabin. Taehyung is in the open kitchen, face down as both arms stretch onto the surface. You aren’t exactly careful when you walk past him, his face lifting itself quickly, bloodshot red eyes displayed in front of you. 

‘’Do you remember when we found Samba? We were walking outside of campus, she was crying out for us when we walked by that dumpster. Thank god for your good hearing. Imagine if we never found her?’’ You’re appalled by Taehyung’s choice of conversation, although your body doesn’t move hearing everything as your mouth is sealed shut. 

‘’I’m so glad we saved her. If only I could save us.’’ Taehyung wipes his eyes into the sleeve of his shirt before continuing. ‘’That night, when I left. I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much actually.’’ 

‘’You… you left me. You left me and you still had it in you to cry? Why?’’ 

‘’I never wanted to leave you in the first place. I did it for you. I did it because you deserved better.’’ Taehyung moves closer, his cheeks stained as much as yours. You want to believe him, but you both deserved every inch of one another. It’s always been you and him. 

‘’Taehyung.’’ You take a step back, giving up on the hope that’s been hanging itself on a thin thread for five years over the question. ‘’I’m sorry, I don’t believe you. Let’s just end everything here, please I can’t take this anymore. The doubts, the unresolved questions, the tension… it’s all too much. Please just, drop it.’’ 

A pause. Taehyung turns his back to you, a signal for you to leave. You turn, a few steps are being taken but they stop. 

‘’My friend… he—’’ Taehyung tries to breathe, his words clogged but he’s given in. ‘’My friend, he’s gone because of me. My friend fucking died because of me.’’ 

‘’Taehyung.’’ 

‘’I should’ve never let him get in that car. It’s my fault.’’ Taehyung takes courage to turn, the front of his shirt wet, his palms tensing for him to be able to hold a straight composure. 

‘’Then the storm came and he never called.’’ Your heart breaks, reminded of when Taehyung ran out to you, continuously asking if you were okay when you came back. He thought he had lost you too. 

‘’I couldn’t bring you down that path of guilt. Not after everything you’ve done for me.’’ 

You’re at loss for words. Still, you move towards Taehyung searching for his eyes that are blurry, blocked by the tears threatening to spill and you hug him. 

Taehyung doesn’t move. You squeeze yourself tighter around his form, crying yourself. 

‘’You’ll be okay.’’ Taehyung finally gives in, engulfing you while his sobs fill the room. He lets out every ounce of pain he buried within himself. Your hand gently rubs his back, repeating the three words in a soft voice. 

It’s the first time in five years that Taehyung knows for certain that he’ll be okay. 

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Pairing- Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 2.5k

Includes- Public sex, fingering, riding, squirting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Tae POV

"A tree?", she asks looking at her boss

"Well more like black veins along here", her boss says, pointing along my neck down to my chest

"Black veins"

He hands her a paper, "Yeah like a zombie infection. Like In the movies"

"Yeah ok, I can do that", she agrees, looking at the paper

He points to the paper, "Then this phrase, under his eye"

She takes the paper and reads it, "The shadow like me"

"Yes", her boss says

"Ok. I can do this. No problem", she answers

Her boss nods then leaves and she turns to me

She looks down at me, swallowing hard

I don't have a shirt on so it's easier for her to do the fake tattoo

Picking up the marker, she asks, "Can you tilt your head to the side please?"

I do and she comes closer, pressing the marker to my skin

I feel the tip of the marker move along my neck, watching her in the mirror

She starts out with just normal lines, mapping out the tattoo

Her eyes glance between my skin and the reference picture she was given

She leans over me more, using the marker to draw the design on my neck and down to part of my chest

She's so pretty

Beautiful

I need her closer and I pull her on my lap so she's straddling me

"Tae!", she protests

"Shh pumpkin. Stay"

I just want her as close as she can get

"Tae, no one knows about us", she whispers

"They will now", I answer, pulling her to me in a kiss

I'm so tired of hiding her

For two years I had to hide her from everyone except the guys

She's my everything and I love her so much

I want everyone to know she's mine

She kisses me back, her hands playing with the hair at the back of my neck

When we pull away, she looks at me shyly, her cheeks pink

"So cute baby"

"Shush Tae", she teases, tilting my head back, "Lemme finish this tattoo"

She continues drawing the tattoo

I don't know what it's supposed to be

A tree, veins, lines?

No clue and she doesn't have a clue either

She just follows what the design

The marker moves steadily, her other hand on my chest, holding herself upright

She moves in my lap to get closer, her face in such concentration

The movement causes her to slide on my cock, making me hard

Well, harder than I already was

I was hard when I put her on me

"Hey pumpkin", I call, casually

"Yeah?"

"Wearing the panties I asked you to?"

She nods

"Good girl", I say, moving my hand under her skirt

I touch her, feeling her soaked pussy

She wore the crotchless panties I bought her last week

"Tttt...Tae. I can't...I can't do this if you're touching me"

"Too bad pumpkin. Do your job baby"

She huffs but continues to draw the tattoo on my neck

Sliding my fingers in her cunt, she inhales sharply, making me smirk

"You're a jerk Kim Taehyung"

"A jerk whose gonna make you cum"

"Tae no. Not here. There's people here"

"Then you better cum quick pumpkin"

Moving my fingers back, I slam them back in her cunt

She bites her lip, choking back a moan

I rapidly move my fingers in and out of her, my thumb on her clit, rubbing her hard

Her cunt floods my fingers and I'm pretty sure my pants too

"Tae", she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed

"Eyes open pumpkin. You're supposed to be working"

She opens her eyes again, and I feel the marker continuing to move against my skin

Moving my fingers around, I hit her spot, making her gasp

"There we go baby", I smirk

"You're evil", she breathes

"Am I? I just want my pumpkin to feel good"

Her eyes move to mine

"You want to tease me and make me cum in public"

She knows me well

I nod

"Is my tattoo done?"

She shakes her head

"Let's go then baby"

I see her hand shake but she starts again, the marker against my shoulder now

"You're fingers feel so good", she moans softly

Her pussy is completely soaked, throbbing on my fingers hard

"Gonna cum baby?"

"Mmmm hmmm", she says, trying to focus on her job

"Cum on my fingers pumpkin"

"Fuck Tae", she whispers, her body shaking as she cums

She forces her eyes open, her hand gripping my shoulder so hard

My fingers get sticky with her creamy cum and I keep finger fucking her until she finishes

"That's my good girl", I say, pulling my hand out, then put my fingers one by one in my mouth, sucking her cum off them

"So fucking sweet", I smirk

She swallows hard, "Jesus Tae"

"My baby tastes so good for me. I could eat you all day"

"Sss.... stop"

"Still horny baby?"

She nods

I look around but there's no one near us

We're tucked into a corner that's away from everyone

Away from attention

"Good baby. Get on my cock"

"Taehyung are you insane?", she whisper yells

"No. But if you don't, I'm gonna get mad and you'll be punished later"

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head

She knows what I mean

How I'll play with her until she's ready to cum and then stop

Over and over

Then I'll cum inside her and she'll get nothing until tomorrow

Reaching under her skirt, I pull my sweatpants and boxers down, my cock straight up and hard

"C'mon pumpkin. On"

She lifts herself up and I grab her ass, moving her right over my cock

"Down baby"

My head goes inside, her juice running down my length

"Baby's so wet", I comment and she nods

She slides down my cock a little at a time, her tight pussy gripping into me tightly

She's always so fucking tight no matter how many times I fuck her open

Always choking my cock so fucking well

"Keep going pumpkin. Get me all in your pretty hole"

She nods, sliding down in one go, burying me inside her

She moans softly, shaking and her cunt pulsing

"Ooo baby, that feels good", I groan

I push up into her to make sure I'm all in

She grabs my arm hard, her eyes closed, shivering again

"I'm against your spot huh baby?"

She nods

"Good. Rock on me"

"Tae people will see"

"I don't care. No one is going to come here and if they do I still don't care"

I don't care

She feels to good to stop

She's perfect for me, taking my whole cock so well

Her hips begin to move back and forth, rubbing her spot on my head

"There's my good girl", I praise her as pleasure fills my body

Lifting her arm with the marker, I bring it closer to my neck

She gets the hint and continues to add on to the tattoo

Every rock makes her pussy flood and throb on my cock

Slipping my hands back under her skirt, I grip her hips and move her faster

"Oh god Tae"

"Like it baby? Like my cock making your pussy feel so good?"

She nods, "Love it Tae"

I smile at her, kissing her cheek

The marker stills as her breathing gets harder

"Cum", I demand

Her body listens to me, shaking on top of me

Her hand presses hard against my chest, her head down, eyes closed

"Taehyung", she whispers so softly

God I love it

She calls my name everytime she cums and I will never get tired of hearing it

I close my own eyes as pleasure bursts in my body from her orgasm

Her orgasms are so fucking pleasurable for me

It's crazy

It's never felt that good with anyone before her

I was blown away the first time she came on me

I was immediately addicted

"Good job baby girl." I compliment when she finishes, "Now bounce"

She doesn't argue this time, her legs immediately moving, sliding her up and down my shaft

"That's it. Throb harder pumpkin."

I feel her clenching me over and over, pleasure blasting my body

"Oh yeah baby. Look at you fucking my cock in public"

"Mmmm hmmm"

"Such a slut, letting anyone see you if they look this way"

"Mmmm big slut for your cock Tae", she murmurs, her pussy drowning my cock and pelvis in her juice

"Gonna squirt baby?"

I fucking love when she squirts

"Yes Tae...but...I don't...I...go everywhere"

"It's ok baby. I'll just tell them I spilled water"

"Oh god Tae"

"Squirt pumpkin. Soak me", I urge her, moving my hand under her skirt again and rubbing her clit

She gasps loudly, her eyes closed

"Shh pumpkin you have to be quiet."

"Tae...I..", she says

I quickly grab her chin, making her open her eyes and look at me

"I will be very mad if you don't be quiet. I'll take you off me right now and you won't get my cock for the rest of the night"

"No Tae. Want it. Don't...don't take it from me"

"Then you have to be quiet if you want to cum"

She nods, her eyes so fucked out

"Good girl. Squirt"

Her eyes roll back and she breathes hard

My entire pelvis and cock get soaked as she squirts around me, whispering my name

I know my sweatpants are soaked and probably the chair too

It turns me on like nothing else

"Good job pumpkin. Keep riding"

Her hips don't stop moving, bouncing faster

"I want your cum pumpkin. Cream up my cock good"

"Tae", she says louder

"I told you to be quiet", I growl

"But..but your cock feels too good"

"Pumpkin if you listen and be quiet, I'll eat your pussy over and over tonight", I promise her

"Shit", she says quietly

"I know you love my tongue on you, sucking your throbbing clit, my tongue fucking you good like my cock"

She nods her head rapidly

She's so fucked out and so pretty

"Then I'll give you my cock and fuck you in every position I can think of, making you cum until your pussy is numb"

She moans quietly

"Want that pumpkin?"

She nods her head rapidly

"Then be quiet and cream my cock"

She hits her spot on my head, fucking herself right there

It takes three hits there for her to lose it

She bites her lip hard to stop herself from screaming, her head down again, eyes shut tightly

Her orgasm takes me right there

"Gonna cum inside"

She nods and I let go

Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, holding back a scream and pure pleasure takes over, making my body shake

Jesus Christ it feels amazing coming inside her warm throbbing cunt

My favorite place to cum

When I finish, I take a few seconds to breathe, then I open my eyes

"Pumpkin?", I call

Her head is still down, her hair covering her face

She lifts her head, her hand over her mouth

"Pumpkin? What's wrong?", I ask, alarmed

She moves her hand and I sit straight up, holding onto her so she doesn't fall

"Pumpkin what did you do?", I ask, grabbing tissues next to me and pressing it to her bleeding lip

"Bit too hard", she murmurs, taking the tissue and holding it against her lip

"Pumpkin, I'm sorry"

Shit

This isn't what I wanted to happen

I wanted to have fun with her not make her hurt herself

"Not your fault. Well it is. You made me feel so good, I had to bite hard to keep quiet", she smiles, moving the tissue away

I blink, surprised

She's not mad?

She's hurt, her lip cut up and the part she bit huge and swollen

"Jo, you're not mad at me?"

She looks at me like I'm insane

"No baby. Not at all. It's fine. It's my fault.", she answers, dabbing her lip with the tissue

She smiles, kissing my cheek

"Put your cock away baby", she whispers

I laugh, pulling my boxers and sweatpants back up

Getting more tissues she discreetly cleans up my cum from her, throwing the tissues in the garbage next to her

She moves, getting off me

"Pumpkin", I whine

"Shush. I need to finish this baby or you'll be the only one not ready. And I'll get in trouble."

I don't want to get her in trouble so I don't say anything

She keeps working on my neck and my eyes move down to my pants

And the huge wet spot that's on the front of it

"Damn pumpkin", I grin, "You made a big mess"

"Huh?", she asks, following my gaze

She gasps, her cheeks turning pink, "Shit"

"Don't worry pumpkin. I spilled water remember?", I smirk

"But it doesn't look like water. It looks uh..sticky"

I shrug, grabbing a tissue and wiping the spot

"Now it looks like water"

She rolls her eyes, then goes back to my shoulder

After a few minutes she's finishes with my neck, then moves to my other side

She pushes back my hair, gently tilting my head back

I feel the marker slides across my cheek as she writes the phrase

I watch her, her beautiful face in concentration as she moves the marker across my skin

She's so stunning, her brown eyes so big and shining

I can fall into them for hours

I love her so much

I never expected to fall in love so young but fuck, I was so happy falling for her

She's the absolutely best

Her eyes flicker to mine and she smiles her gorgeous smile

"Done baby", she says softly, moving the marker away and capping it

"Kiss me", I ask

Her smile gets wider as she leans down pressing her lips to mine

Stars burst in my vision as I deepens the kiss, my tongue against hers, reaching up and burying my hand in her pretty soft hair

Her hand cups my cheek, gently stroking my face

When the kiss ends and we pull away, I smile at her, running my fingers in her hair

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you my Tae", she whispers, kissing me softly

"Hey! Cut it out with the lip smacking", Jin jokes coming over

She pulls away from me, smiling and blushing

"I can't help it Jinnie. He's so kissable", she laughs

"Yeah well he's gonna get in trouble if he doesn't go change"

"Is that why you're interrupting our kissing time?", I ask him

"Yup. Get your ass to the stylist Tae"

I roll my eyes as he walks away

"Go baby. You need to change so you can be the sexy beast you are", she teases

"Yeah?", I grin, standing up, "Well this sexy beast is going to ruin his girl when we get home later"

"Can't wait", she giggles, standing in her toes to kiss me

I lean down, my lips against hers

Then I take her hand and pull her with me towards the stylist

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

Strawberry Princess - Chapter Three "So Similar"

Pairing - BTS OT7 x reader, Hybrid BTS x Reader, Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader

Genre - Hybrid!AU , Hybrid BTS , Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, smut, alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Warnings - So much fluff, teasing, slightly suggestive, slightly possessive behaviour, reader anxiety , tiniest bit of angst, lmk if I missed any!

Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.

Previous Next Overview

New footsteps were quickly followed with a strong scent filling the room, warm mild citrus with slight leather, tobacco and whiskey underneath, Yoongis scent was always one that had all of his mates melting, his complex scent being unique and easy to find even in a room packed of people, it fit him perfectly.

With all of the scents already slightly overwhelming Y/n the strength of Yoongis’ even when he was feeling neutral was making her inner feline draw closer to the surface than she had done the entirety of the day. Yoongi quickly noticed Y/n at the sweet strawberrys emitting around the home, it only took him a moment before Jungkook introduced him. Jungkook couldn’t hold back his thoughts about confirming the resemblance in Y/n and Yoongi’s personality and behaviour and found himself wanting to push them to interact more, hoping that maybe he will see more about Y/n than he already has.

“Yoongi-ah, Y/n is staying for dinner, come sit down im sure Hobi and Tae will be on their way soon” - Jin spoke lovingly as he got up to take Yoongis coat and give him a quick kiss which Y/n couldn’t deny, made her a bit shy at witnessing.

“Ah, nice to finally meet you Y/n, I’ll go change before I sit down Jin-hyung” - Yoongi said as he began to find the Jeans and shirt he was wearing irritating, being tainted with the scent of people from outside and his customers, his nose crinkled up slightly and he moved towards his bedroom almost awkwardly, distracted by the idea to get out of the clothes.

Y/n didn’t know why she almost felt upset that he hadn’t acknowledged her more, being told she was so similar to him she felt connected, perhaps also through him being a feline hybrid too but no matter why, she couldn’t stop the slight sadness in her scent and the staring in his direction for a second too long before she quickly tried to cover it up, distracting herself with the people she already had surrounding her,

They all knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling, especially when her ears had tilted back, tail wrapping around her waist and hands rapidly kneading into the blanket she’d grown quite an attachment too since she’d been here. Her scent had gone back to its normal sweet strawberry but the others in the room knew she had purposefully tried to cover it up.

Focusing on anything possible, Y/n felt herself noticing all of the packs outfits, all seeming quite comfortable, Namjoon in a large white r-shirt and black seemingly comfortable loose trousers, Jungkook in all black, sweatshirt and joggers, Jimin and Jin had somehow managed to change without her realising, Jimin in a black hoodie that looked all too comfortable and matching joggers and Jin in a soft knit sweater and trousers. What Y/n especially noticed is she seemed incredibly overdressed, she loved her outfit but worried she stood out compared to the comfort in the room, clearly her distraction hasn’t worked the way she wanted it too because the stability of her scent wavered again at the new thoughts, slightly insecure at her outfit, one hand still kneading the blanket while the other began stroking her own tail across her waist.

Before anyone could say anything to ease Y/n’s clearly overwhelmed state, Yoongi came back in, in much closer proximity this time and the strength of all the scents in room in combination with Y/n’s thoughts had her struggling to stay still and prevent her feline counterpart from being more prominent. As Yoongi went to sit down without so much as a word, Y/n’s pupils dilated, slowly losing control at the entire situation, she quickly pulled the blanket she had been kneading and scenting all day onto her lap to be able to use both hands to knead, she hadn’t moved it before that, just moving her hand to reach it but it was clear she was struggling to hold on at her actions.

Jin shared a knowing look with the rest of the pack before standing up and tapping Namjoon and giving Yoongi a look that couldn’t quite be deciphered. It was only then that Yoongi noticed Y/n holding his blanket on her thighs, rubbing the scent glands on her wrists all over it at every movement, his own pupils dilated as his tail started to swing behind him, a combination of curiosity and pride coming over him.

“Jimin and Jungkook come help me with dinner, it’ll be about time to eat when Tae and Hobi get back” - Jin said as he directed the three out to the kitchen, leaving Namjoon indulging in his book, Yoongi who couldn’t focus on the tv and Y/n who wasn’t even trying to hide the push and pull of her hands, scent sweetening and pushing around the entire house. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen, Hybrids could fall deeper into their hybrid instincts when overwhelmed in any way though it’s only ideal in comfortable situations which, Y/n realised, she was now in. She had grown comfortable in just a few hours but her worry clouding her mind prevented her from enjoying the instinctual nature she’d started to feel. Her sharp little claws coming out and canines biting into her tongue, tail wrapping tighter around her and ears frantically moving around. As concerned as Namjoon was, he knew the sole reason for this push into her state was Yoongi, he was the only one who could really make it better in that moment.

Yoongi was still watching her intensely, tail swinging as he stood up from his seat and felt pulled to sit down next to Y/n on the couch, her eyes snapping to him as he does and suddenly instead of her face, Yoongi found her drawn to something else. She followed every movement of his tail, scent booming around her as she subconsciously leant in, clearly fascinated but what amused Yoongi most is that it seemed the worry left her eyes, she wasn’t just watching, her arms slowed kneading, instead carefully positioning themselves as her pupils dilated and her own tail started to swing. What Yoongi realised is his feline qualities had left her hybrid to want to play, she was getting ready to pounce for his tail and he decided to play around a bit himself, stopping his tail before moving it swiftly into random positions.

Namjoon looked up and shook his head smiling softly as he watched Yoongi tease Y/n. She was creeping forward more and more until she finally took her shot, only getting a few inches forward and landing just before Yoongis face, stopped by his hand grabbing both of her reaching hands into his own, wrapped tight around her wrists holding them together and stopping her movement.

He took a second to acknowledge how small her hands were in his own, easily wrapping his veiny hand around both of her wrists and observing her pretty pink nail polish on her claws but what he couldn’t get over is just how tiny her claws were, it was amusing and adorable. He looked back up at her stunned and still playful expression, wide eyes looking up at him in slight shock at how he had just snatched her out of her pounce.

“Too slow kitten, best time try before I notice” - His blunt words didnt discourage her, just flustering her already playful state and she could feel herself about to purr at his endearment, wrists still trapped between his hand as her fluffy tail swings rapidly and repeatedly hit his thigh. Y/n quickly nodded with flushed cheeks when she noticed he was waiting for an answer before feeling a silky sensation on her own tail, she hadn’t even realised it was hitting his thigh until his own black tail moved her own away and the contact it had made Y/n shudder.

Y/n fell straight back onto her legs that had made their way onto the couch without her realising and settled under her, she just sat dumbfounded for a second, knees under her body cushioning her fall as Yoongi let go of her wrists, her scent glands had been pushed together for so long that the pressure had her haze from before washing over her the second he let go, body slumping and naturally getting comfortable, trying to find the best position as she grabbed the blanket again and looked away from the panther.

She found she was never quite fulfilled with her position, moving constantly to try to find the best way to sit, the blanket moving with her as she continued her kneading. Yoongi never stopped watching her from the second he let go and was nearly as entranced by her as she was by him in that moment, those flush cheeks and plump lips, soft hair and tiny hands, sweet scent and soft body she was perfect, he had never seen someone so pretty,

He couldn’t watch her struggle any more and somehow knew exactly what to do, picking up his blanket as her small hands chased it and her eyes snapped.

“You know, it’s so much better around your shoulders, so soft isn’t it?” - Y/n could only hum in agreement as Yoongis scent flooded her senses when he leaned in to wrap the blanket around her, not even clocking the insinuation that it was his blanket, just revelling in the way her body felt warm and light, finally comfortable. She couldn’t help but chase the light feeling of his hands, purring loudly and leaning into his body as soon as he pulled away.

Namjoon gave Yoongi a pointed look as to let him know he shouldn’t let Y/n get any deeper but he already knew that, he already had everything purrfectly in control, a little bit of teasing and comfort would only assure her that he liked her, his acknowledgement of her game would make her look up to him, connecting them on a level no one had experienced with her yet. He would gladly lead her deeper into that state but that would have to wait for another time, when she was ready, when they were all ready.

“How does some hot cocoa sound? It’s getting even colder” - Namjoons smooth voice danced through the air as Y/n lazily looked at him with a dazy grin and nodded at the idea excitedly. She hadn’t even felt the cold, she had since forgotten her dilemma with herself about everyone’s clothes as Yoongis warmth and blanket made her feel like she was wearing pajamas around a fire on a cold evening, the perfect balance.

Namjoon happily stood up, slowly walking to the kitchen leaving the two felines, not without noticing Y/n’s hands kneading the side of Yoongi’s thigh, happily resting against him. Yoongi couldn’t help but want to let you, that was too far for today he worried so he instead let his long tail slide around her waist and under the hem of her shirt to hold just a small bit of her skin, she hadn’t minded, relaxing even more as their combination of scents clouded the room, any of the pack who walked into it would probably be trapped in a similar haze if they stay too long. Perhaps that’s why Namjoon left Yoongi wondered, he always was one of the touchiest mates and would definitely love to be in his position in that moment.

In The Kitchen

“She’s a lot more playful than I thought she would be Kook, it’s cute” - Namjoon said, a cheeky smile on his face as everyone turned to look at him.

“I thought she was-“ - Jungkook starts

“She was, Yoongi teased her out of it to where they are now” - Namjoon spoke fondly, looking off as his mind filled with the memory over and over. His mates looked at him curiously silently asking for him to say more.

“What happened?” - Jin asked, almost worried because he knew how intense Yoongis ‘teasing’ could be. Namjoon explained how everything happened with

“She really likes him” - Jungkook spoke, almost jealous at the realisation but he knew that everyone here wanted to be in Yoongis position in that moment. Instead of dwelling on it he just sped up his chopping - the only job he had to do. He figured if he was done then he could go join a Yoongi and Y/n

“I think it’s to be with them both being feline, maybe also Yoongi being a bigger cat than her, Y/n’s hybrid might know there’s a type of hierarchy and it drew her to like him, they seem so similar already” - Namjoon spoke intelligently curious about

“We could all be in that position soon” - Jimin said with a dreamy smile, wishing it was him in that moment but willing to wait for his own, somehow knowing she would be

“Do you think Y/n will like dessert?” - Jin said, his love language was feeding and he felt a strong need to impress Y/n, he couldn’t tell why but he just knew it had to be perfect. Even without knowing her preferences he got an idea that was perfect, all he had to think about was her scent and it came to him.

Not only was this dessert perfectly suited to her, it was also simple and all of his mates would love it too, it took him a split second to begin to gather all the ingredients after asking his question.

“She’ll love it if your the one making it Hyung” - Jimin said lovingly with a quick peck on Jin’s plump lips before they smiled at eachother, Jin nodded and his idea was set in stone in his mind. Strawberry cheesecake, the perfect dessert that compliments her and her scent and will also drive the boys crazy; he had realised that not only will it be delicious but his pack are definitely all wanting to taste her sweet scent and this could be the perfect fix to that craving, for now.

“Hyung I finished, I’m going to go check on Yoongi and Y/n” - Jungkook quickly said as he practically ran to the living room without looking back, the three watched as he ran straight into the thick air of the living room, almost immediately being drawn into a haze similar to the two felines’. His movement slowed and eyes dazed as he approached the two.

Y/n instantly looked up and smiled lazily at him, stopping her kneading on Yoongis thigh to grab Jungkooks hand to try to pull him in, in doing so putting pressure on his scent gland and forcing out his fresh aroma. In her haze, Y/n couldn’t resist bringing the source closer, holding his wrist close and taking in the scent he was letting out, he couldn’t help but flush at the action before turning to look at Yoongi.

“Yoongi Hyung your hogging Y/nie” - Jungkook said accusingly, he couldn’t stop the slight slur in his words and watched as Yoongi smirked up at him, amused to find his Kookie so jealous.

“Poor Jungkookie, you’ll give him some attention, won’t you Y/n?” - Y/n gave him a happy bid before holding Jungkooks wrists more and pulling him so fast he nearly lost his footing as he landed laying down, body on the other side of Y/n with his head on her thick thighs, he immediately felt himself flush at his position especially when he realised just how soft her thighs really were, his head nearly bounced up when he landed with how full they were. Her scent encased him in this position and it sent him into a very similar haze to Y/n, her tail not helping as it moved onto his neck, pressing onto his scent gland. Yoongi didn’t help his stunned state as he moved his hands to Jungkooks silky ears, rubbing the base softly.

The situation combined had Jungkooks eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly open in bliss, turning his head in towards Y/n’s soft stomach and not realising the affectionate eyes on him.

Y/n stared down at him, butterfly’s all over as her scent was impossibly sweet, he was many things to her but in that moment, she realised he might be someone that she loves and not as a friend. While that thought scared her, she knew she should take advantage of this moment and pushed her thoughts aside to enjoy the moment, her purring the loudest noise in the room.

The three on the couch were too deep into a scent haze to hear the new voices in the kitchen, they didn’t really need too because all threes eyes shot open from their lazy position when two new feline scents flooded the room. Both of the hybrids tails immediately flickered fast as they were told to introduce themselves. Y/n felt stunned by the two infront of her, both in drastically different outfits but equally attractive. She could guess who each hybrid was by their ears.

Taehyung was dressed in a striking brown faux fur coat with his white hair combed over messily, black turtleneck and black trousers, he was intimidating and ridiculously attractive just like the rest of this pack. His blue eyes bore into hers with such intensity that she knew he could feel her intimidating and also her butterflies from the sight of him. He was clearly dressed to impress but Y/n had a feeling he dressed this extravagant every day, especially as he owned a fashion company. She could hear the low rumble in his chest but it was somehow inviting, her hybrid counterpart subconsciously creating a similar rumble in her own chest, just a much softer and higher pitch than his.

He wasn’t the only intimidating figure however, next to him was a leopard, Hoseok, dressed drastically different but equally as fitting and attractive. Baggy blue jeans with a beige top under a black hoodie and avirex leather jacket, messy dark hair with his little highlights, it all fit so well into everything she’d heard about him. He was looking at her, head slightly tilted, naturally intimidating but incredibly inviting and breathtakingly handsome, he was the first to make any move.

“ you must be Y/n ?” Hoseok beamed brightly at her as he walked forward to greet her, his beauty took her breath away and she met his kind eyes with more confidence than she had with everyone else, feeling like they’d already met from how she’d met all of their mates.

“And you must be Hoseok?” It was slightly bold of her to reply like that, out of character for her but it felt natural and Y/n could tell Hoseok was also slightly surprised but it was quickly replaced by his bright smile, shining through as he observed the scene around him, Yoongi looking at him with a knowing expression. His tail started to swing faster as the scents around him started to make his eyes flicker and dilate. He moved closer to begin rubbing at the base of Yoongis ears, his purring getting louder as he leant into the touch. y/n watched carefully as his hands moved and she didn’t know she could be so attracted to a man’s hands before realising how all of these men’s hands were absolutely beautiful and equally quite sexy to her.

Her staring was cut off but a louder grumble in the white tigers chest as he stalked towards the group, never letting Y/n cut eye contact, almost making her worry slightly until she felt Jungkook rubbing at her thigh from her lap. His striking appearance had her silent, waiting for his move before making her own.

“Jungkook hasn’t stopped talking about you since he met you, you know; I can see why” - Taehyungs voice was incredibly deep, smooth and enchanting, it had Y/n’s ears fully turned in his direction, tail moving off of Jungkooks neck much to his protest and slightly waving behind her, the fur so fluffy it brushed over Hoseok hand with every move. Taehyungs own tail was thick and breathtaking, she really wanted to catch it and it was that urge that broke their eye contact, he still watched her carefully but her attention fell to his tail, moving so elegantly behind him, her claws had suddenly appeared as she kept watching but Taehyungs deep chuckle snapped her out of it, she felt like reverting back to the shy kitty she was before but not in a bad way, he made her shy in the best way.

“It’s nice to meet you” - she let out, voice quiet and eyes wide as she looked up at him, he knew she wanted to play but also knew they’d have to wait as right on that queue, Jin came into the room.

“Dinners ready now, Tae, Hobi, go change and we will be waiting for you when you get back, come to the table everyone” - He said sweetly as everyone began to move, all around the couch quite reluctant to move out of their current space but moving nonetheless. The Three originally on the couch were still slightly dazed but a bit of food would bring them right back.

Y/n had been lead hand in hand by Jungkook to the dining room which was equally as stunning as the rest of the home, achievements decorated the walls and it had various plants and other decorations adorning every corner. The fresh breeze passed through an open window as they each gathered around the food filled table. Jungkook lead Y/n to sit between him and Jimin, the two she had known longest as Tae and Hoseok joined the rest around the large table.

Everyone settled down and drinks were poured, Y/n had a selection of water, juice and wine and chose Wine as Hoseok poured her a generous glass, she thanked him appreciatively and took a sip, everyone else had opted for wine as it was a special occasion but no one minded one bit at her choice, she was more than happy with the sweet orange juice, freshly squeezed just before dinner started, it danced on her tongue and had her tail hitting the two mates on either side of her at the delicious taste.

“I wasn’t too sure what you would like Y/n, so I hope you enjoy” - Jin said as he too settled down and announced that everyone should start to dish up. Everyone moved quickly, Y/n moved herself to try to dish her own food up but Jimin and Jungkook beat her too it, filling her plate with lots of things to try. Once everyone started to eat, Y/n did too and that first bite was truly heaven. Her eyes widened, mouth salivated, cheeks puffed up and taste buds danced to the taste of Jins cooking, a muffled hum left her as she stared at the cook with admiration. Y/n was usually quite reserved but she couldn’t hold back her spew of compliments. Jin was left blushing, red from his neck to his ears as she told him how amazing he was, it was everything he wanted and everyone agreed with her compliments, from the drink to every last dish she told him how incredible it was, she couldn’t help it, appreciation had to be shown and he bathed in glory at that.

Dinner was A complete success, everyone grew more comfortable, food was shared, compliments were flying around, laughter was in every corner and it felt like they were a family, Y/n included, she felt part of them and they felt she was part of them too, it was the thing everyone tried to deny, there wasn’t just friendship that was inevitable here, it was romance, love, laughter and eternal happiness. Harmony that makes this pack home.

The atmosphere was perfect when Jin brought out the dessert, his incredible strawberry cheesecake that had everyone watering at the mouth to get a slice, which Jin took it upon himself to cut up. He cut slice by slice and gave Y/n the largest one, praying she’d love it and by the stars in her eyes he was hopeful that she would. The smell was perfect, it was beautifully constructed with the best proportion, everything was perfect.

Jin waited, watching secretly as Y/n took her first bite, observing the boys around him quickly devouring their own slices as they ooed and ahed at the delicate dessert he had created with so much love. The widening of Y/n’s eyes, tail flicking fast into the boys besides her and ears twitching as her body relaxed gave everything Jin needed but it didn’t end there, just a few words had him melting into himself, sitting there like a lovesick little bear.

“This is the best cheesecake I’ve ever had.” - It’s all Y/n had to say to have the polar bear wanting to stand up and sweep her up in a hug but he refrained to let her eat, until every last bit was gone.

Once everyone had finished, they talked for a while, Y/n getting involved as they included her in every conversation, the most random topics and the most relevant, all of them clicked. It was late now but everyone had more than enough energy, unfortunately everyone had work in the morning so Y/n made the decision to let Jungkook know she’d call a cab.

That didn’t go down smoothly as he heavily protested and insisted on driving her home even when she tried to deny his request. She finally gave in as everyone else agreed that she had to get driven home, protective over her and not wanting anyone else to be with her but them. That lead to Jin packing up two slices of the cheesecake for Y/n to take home, sad to see her go but happy that she’ll go with something to keep thinking of him by and to enjoy. Jungkook quickly realised how cold it was and quickly ran to his room to get something for Y/n.

She felt something soft and warm touching her shoulders and looked back as Jungkook told her to hold back her arms, sliding on an incredibly oversized black hoodie that juxtaposed her overall appearance entirely but somehow fit, maybe because it was his.

“I can’t have you getting cold on the way home, you could even use it as a blanket in the car” - he rambled, confidently moving around to zip up it up and she looked at him with so much love before thanking him with a shy smile.

Each of the pack waited at the door as they were about to leave, Jimin came forward first, crashing her into a warm embrace where he rocked them back and forth and told her how they needed to all see eachother again so soon. Then came Hoseok, even if he was one of the last to meet her, he still gave her a warm hug and held her tight as he talked about how nice it was to meet her. Yoongi came in next, lightly wrapping his arms around her waist and whispering in her ear

“Practice your speed for next time kitten” teasing her before letting her go, leaving her with a laughing smile. Namjoon knew that since everyone else was hugging her, he probably could too and came in with a gentle embrace, wrapping her small body in his and rubbing her back as he said his goodbyes. The second to last was Taehyung, despite their evident tension he came forward, wrapped her up in a tighter embrace than the rest and decided to tease , wrapping his tail around one of her arms for a moment

“We can play next time kitty” - It was all Y/n needed to know he did infact like her and would like to see her again, she was excited for the next time they would all meet. Finally was Jin who handed her the box and wrapped her in his arms, sneaking in a very light kiss on the head that had her blushing and smiling brightly against his chest. When all goodbyes had ended, the two left the home and made their way to the car, Y/n holding the cheesecake box tightly but they all noticed the immediate drop in theirs chests at the separation, they just all wanted to be back together again but Y/n was covered in their scent and so was Jungkooks hoodie and the pack home was heavily scented by Y/n too.

The walk back to the car was calm, cold but Y/n was shielded from the wrath of the oncoming winter by the hoodie she knew she’d treasure for as long as Jungkook let her, they stayed hand in hand until Jungkook had to let her go for her to get into the same Mercedes from before, he waited until she was fully inside to close the door before moving round and getting in himself. After checking their seatbelts were okay he started the car and knew he had a few minutes maximum to speak to her.

“I’m sorry you had to meet them all today, I hope you didn’t feel pressured to stay” - Jungkook said as it slipped his mind how overwhelming it may have become.

“Kookie it was lovely, it may have been unexpected but your mates are so amazing and live up to everything you said about them, of course I didn’t feel pressured to stay, I just hope we could do this again soon” - The last part was mumbled as she worried about his own opinion.

“They were all telling me the same things, we will do this again sooner rather than later yeah? They all love you, Jin even sent you home with his cheesecake that says enough” - He said the last part with a slight laugh but after finishing the conversation and getting Y/n’s address he settled in to the smooth journey, letting Y/n fall asleep, cuddled into his hoodie while he listening to ‘What You Need’ by the Weeknd on a low volume, the drive was blissful, the low lights in the car and soft purrs from Y/n, his favourite songs, it was perfect.

The drive felt like it lasted a long time and Jungkook savoured every second before pulling into the car park, taking a second to take in the sleeping princess next to him, her scent thick as he pushed his own out to coat the hoodie once again, hoping it’d stay forever. He did the same thing of getting out before waking her up with pressure to her scent glands, leading her out of the car with her cheesecake and letting her guide him to her door. She leant her head on his shoulder on the ride up the elevator, heart beating steadily and relaxing into him as she was still tired, he was disappointed when the ride ended but walked her to her door nonetheless.

“Thank you for an amazing day Kookie, your mates are amazing and your amazing, text me okay?” - Y/n started off, shy at her final words, she looked up at him as he stared back lovingly.

“Thank you, for being so patient and such a good guest, sleep well Y/nie” - Jungkook leant down slightly to wrap his arms tightly around her waist and take the leap he’s wanted to take before, he lifted her off the ground to hold her better, even if only for a few seconds the both of them more than enjoyed it and it pulled a few giggles out of Y/n who, when placed back down, still had her arms around his neck and pulled him down to place a peck to his cheek. She smiled meekly and immediately said goodbye after, leaving into her apartment as he stood dumbfounded and held his cheek.

She’d kissed his cheek, he almost couldn’t believe it as he remained dumbfounded his whole journey home, he couldn’t stop the flustered cheeks and cheeky smile the entire ride home, even when he got back into the house, he felt like the happiest bun in the world. Of course he didn’t forget to text her as she requested and slightly tease her for the kiss as he arrived home but he had to take a moment as he walked through the door, scent beaming.

‘I think I might be in love with her’

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy again, I’ll update whenever - feel free to ask questions or request drabbles! Excuse any errors or spelling mistakes x

ཐི♡ཋྀ

[linos-luna]

Rough ❣️

Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Warnings: FILTHY SEX, degradation

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The sound of skin slapping bounced off the walls. Your breathy desperate moans echoed quite loudly. Your boyfriend was taking you from behind. Holding nothing back as he was fucking all his stress into you.

Taehyung was relentless.

“Ah~ ah- agh Tae~” you moaned, unable to get proper words out as he just went faster.

Your boyfriend only smirked as he railed you, making the bed move slightly and hit against the wall.

“What’s that, baby? Did you say something?” He grunted: his voice was deep and raspy, Just as hot as he is.

Your eyes were rolled back, tongue slightly out while you whined and panted as he hit that sweet spot over and over and over.

Taehyung couldn’t fully see your face but just knew it was filthy and cock drunk.

He came inside you with one final groan and you did so as well.

The man breathed heavily as he stayed in you. He felt so much better now.

You, on the other hand, were too weak to move. You whined as he slowly pulled out and turned you around to see your face.

“Fuckin hell…” he whispered tp himself. Filthy was describing it lightly.

Eyes glassy and tongue still out, you were still panting like a dog in heat. It was turning him on all over again.

Your boyfriend desperately kissed you, letting go every once in a while to see the spit break connection between you two.

You were gone. Deep in subspace. Not a thought or worry. Just him. Just Taehyung.

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Not proofread… just brain rot