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linos-luna · 3 months
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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…
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Play It As It Lays
[taehyung x reader] [1.5k smut: mirror sex, creampie, unprotected sex, virgin kink??, really just porn with a lil bit of plot; Taehyung is a famous Cellist who was hired to tutor OC.
Just a self-indulgent fic.
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People said to never meet your heroes.
You'll be let down, they say.
But you would beg to differ.
And beg, you do.
With your bodies sitting naked on the couch, Taehyung has you facing the mirror and the sight of your petite frame slotted between his bulging naked thighs shoots up your arousal. Your perfectly intertwined limbs could inspire a whole series of shunga artwork.
Calloused hands grip each of your knees and push them wider apart before a hand returns to cup your dripping sex.
"Please," you whine. The words that fell from your swollen lips were almost incomprehensible because of how breathy and timid it sounded.
But that was just one of Kim Taehyung's effect.
The man lives up to his reputation in the Classical music industry—charisma just as alluring as people described and his presence calls for attention, not because he, himself, demands it, rather there is something lingering in his aura that just lures and pulls you into him. And when he looks at you, it's a mixed feeling of intimidation and desire to keep his eyes on you.
And to you, it makes you want to defy him. You itch to see if you can crack that calm and stoic demeanor of his.
Taehyung only hums in response to your plea and you feel his chest rumble on your back. It's close to an hour and yet all he did with his finger was tease you. Everything he has done was all build-up, never the climax.
"You're so delicate." His lips graze your ear as he whispers to you. His body is so close, you hear the wet smacking of his tongue inside his mouth as he speaks. He dips his fingers inside your pussy as he presses his thumb on your nub, leaving you shuddering in pleasure. "And so sensitive. My pretty virgin," he tsks. "You're making a mess, darling."
You mumble out a half-hearted apology to which he snorts at. You struggle to keep your tears at bay. Frustration and defeat are obviously written on your face. If only you knew how to touch yourself, you would've done the job yourself. But no. You can play with yourself all you want, but you've never experienced an orgasm. And none of what Taehyung does to your body now matches the pleasure when you touch yourself.
And so, you remain at his mercy.
It was torture to be teased, but the way Taehyung's arm muscle clenches and your body twitches has your attention stuck to the mirror. It was as if his hand was a bow and your body held the strings that create the most beautiful melodies.
His right hand pushes in and out of you in timed intervals and his left hand grips your neck, arms across your body to hold you close to his. It was oh-so-intimate.
But of course, this was also a way for Taehyung to restrain you.
"Take it," he lectured when your body thrashed around from sensitivity. "The pleasure is tenfold if you endure it. Just like playing the cello—a sublime piece is achieved from laborious and seemingly endless revisions. So, take it."
The growing warmth between you has you both sweating—the smell of sex in the air grows potent by the minute, pushing you further into your shared haze.
You don't mind that all Taehyung does is play with your body. He can do whatever he wants to you for all you care. But you also have this feral need to learn about his body—play with his cock and grip it as tight as you hold your instrument in place between your thighs. You want to hear the sounds he makes as you play with his body. He has been hearing you chant his name with moans and sighs in different pitches; it's his turn to sing.
You focus on Taehyung's hand disappearing and reappearing from your cunt. The velvet couch that carries your bodies is vandalized with your slick and his precum. His hands are truly just as skilled in playing the cello as it is in flitting around your body. You can almost taste it again—your sweet peak.
But you can't come like this. Not yet.
Your hand halts Taehyung's movement, tongue darting to wet your lips, "S-stop," you stutter. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, one eyebrow raising in question. And so, with your senses still muffled with lust, you try your best to answer clearly, "Wanna cum on your cock, sir.”
Your legs wobbled as you changed positions—you're now kneeling on the floor with his thick dick right on your face. You gulp at Taehyung's size but also swallow the pooling drool in your mouth.
You ought to thank your parents for hiring Taehyung to give you private lessons. Albeit this isn't the lesson they had in mind, you personally think this is more… beneficial for you.
Without wasting another second, your hand grips his base to erect his cock and you run your warm tongue from his balls to his slit. The man above you throws his head back as air is expelled from his pretty lips. He leans his body backward, arms propping him up and he sets his eyes on you. "You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?"
You only respond with a smirk; smug eyes refusing to look away as you make a big show of sucking his tip like it’s the sweetest lollipop.
You're halfway there, you encourage yourself. You want to see the moment you break him.
Mimicking a move you watched on porn, you wet your hands with your slick before returning your hold on Taehyung's dick. With one hand stroking him up and down, your other hand caresses his balls within your palms like two delicate marbles.
Taehyung curses. You were sin incarnated.
Determined to get more from him, you push your head closer to his crotch, deep-throating his cock.
Unexpected and unprepared, Taehyung makes a guttural wail; his arm shoots up to hold you by your hair and his body reflexively sits up and pushes his cock at another deep angle inside your mouth which pulls another moan from the man.
You fight the urge to gag, and your eyes start to flood with tears. You could only claw at Taehyung's thighs.
Taehyung was quick to gather his wits and then chuckled at your state. His hand on your hair moves to cup your face before smudging your mascara as he wipes your tears before they fall.
"Come up," he instructs as he pulls his cock from your mouth. A plop is heard, and a string of your saliva mixed with his precum lingers from your lips. Taehyung's hands take control of your hips—his bruising hold guides you to sink down to his cock until you take all of him, pulling a pained moan from you.
Taehyung is a tight fit, and you fight through the initial discomfort as you move your hips. You teeter between the stinging stretch and warm addicting pleasure.
With a satisfied groan, Taehyung gently guides your head to level your sight with the full-length mirror and holds you in place. "Take a look at yourself. You look as heavenly as you sound," his voice in your ear is so soft and saccharine, you believe him. "And see how well you take me like a good girl," he praises, the tone switching to a little bit strained as your pussy clenches—the pain morphing to lust and desire. His hand goes back to your hips to help you ride his cock. The minimal movement gives you both pleasurable tugs, you can't help but moan.
With his thighs now caged between your own, you momentarily bend down to kiss his knees. Your action has him throwing his head back once again. But his eyes trail down to your curved spine all the way down to your ass perched on his hips.
Deciding that you've adjusted to his cock, Taehyung bounces your hips on his cock. The sight of your arousal creaming around his crotch has him salivating. As much as he wants to lick you clean, he badly needs a release. It's a miracle he lasted almost more than an hour.
You plant your feet on the ground and start moving at your own pace. Each slam of your ass on his thighs reverberated in the room as if cheering you on as you bounced faster and harder on his cock.
A contrast of warmth and shivers washed over your body as Taehyung laid open-mouth kisses on your back. As he reaches your neck, he sucks on the soft flesh to claim you, mark you—so you remember this night which will be the first of many. He promises.
You grab and tug at his hair to pull him toward your puckered lips and he obliges. The echoing sound in the room is no longer just your skin slapping but the smacking sound of your lips as you breathe each other in.
"Sir-r, I-I’m close," you stutter out between kisses amidst overwhelming pleasure. Taehyung meets your thrusts halfway. And as your pace increases, so does the frequency of the moans of the man behind you.
With a powered thrust, your body trembles as you climax. Taehyung follows not long after—your pussy spasming around his dick has him shooting up his cum inside you as he wraps you in his arms.
People who warned you to never meet your heroes, clearly never had the privilege of meeting Kim Taehyung.
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hyungieyoongi · 11 months
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Wedding Bells
Pairing: Best Man!Taehyung x Maid of Honor!Reader
Genre: Enemies to Lovers (feat. a shared bed trope moment 😏) 
Word Count: 1.9K
A/N: requested by @agustverse​ for my follower milestone celebration! I hope you love it bestie 💜 
This is the last of my follower milestone drabbles! These have been so fun to write for y’all. Thank you for all of the love and support ✨
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“I’m sorry, I must have misheard you,” you said in polite disbelief, “I thought I heard you say that the reservation got mixed up.” Your smile was wavering, quickly losing patience as the hotel receptionist nervously clicked through her computer program.
“My sincere apologies, ma’am, but there is nothing I can do. The reservation for the wedding block clearly states that the maid of honor and best man are to share a room. The rest of the hotel is booked, I’m afraid,” the receptionist gulped, pushing her glasses up her nose anxiously.
“Oh, come on, Y/N, it won’t be so bad. We can cuddle,” you looked over at Taehyung, brown leather jacket slung over his shoulder, a lollipop in his right hand. He popped it back into his mouth, shooting you a wink as you glared at him.
Kim Taehyung—best man and a ranking member of your Top 10 Least Favorite People. Your best friend’s fiancé, Park Jimin, and him had been friends for years. Unfortunately for you, that meant seeing him on birthdays, at holiday parties, nights out with your bestie and Jimin—he was always there. And now apparently, he was spending the wedding weekend sharing the same hotel room as you.
“We will do no such thing,” you responded, shuddering at the thought. “You better keep it in your pants long enough to get through this weekend.” Taehyung held his hands up, feigning innocence.
Over the past few years, you had gotten used to seeing Taehyung with numerous women. Pretty girls seemed to throw themselves at him. His nonchalant attitude about it and inability to stop flirting with everyone, including you, was one of the many reasons you disliked having him around.  
You turned back to the receptionist. “Fine, it’s only two nights.” She handed you the keys to your room with an apologetic smile. You passed one to Taehyung, shoving past him with your suitcase to head to the elevator. You heard him thank the receptionist before following you.
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart,” Taehyung said, beating you to the elevator door as it opened, holding it for you. You rolled his eyes at his attempt to be gallant. “The bride and groom wanted us to get along this weekend, anyway. Think of it as a crash course in bonding with me.”
You punched the number four on the elevator panel, the doors closing, trapping you inside with Taehyung.
“I would rather stab my eye with a fork than bond with you, Taehyung.” He let out a loud laugh at that one. “I am here because my best friend is getting married. I refuse to let you ruin this weekend for me.”
“Same here, sweetheart. We’re all here for the happy couple.”
You ignored him as you made your way down the hotel hallway, opening the door to your shared room, groaning as you saw the one large bed against the wall.
“Of course,” you mumbled sarcastically under your breath.
“See? I told you we could cuddle,” Taehyung said, breath tickling your neck as he spoke too close to you. You flinched away from him in annoyance.  
“Whatever. Just stay out of my way, alright?”
“Anything for you.”
48 hours to go.
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Between checking on the bride and locking yourself in the bathroom to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, you successfully avoided Taehyung as he lounged on the bed and flipped through the channels on the hotel television.
You stepped out of the bathroom, hairspray and perfume mixing in the air in an invisible cloud behind you.
“Alright, your turn,” you said to Taehyung, packing your clutch purse for the evening. You didn’t hear him moving from his spot on the bed, so you turned around, ready to remind him that he only had an hour before he had to be on his best behavior fulfilling his best man duties. His gaze had gotten soft as he looked at you, his lips upturned at the side in a small smile. “What are you looking at?” He snapped out of it at your tone, hopping off the bed like nothing had happened. He put his hand on your hip as he passed you, the space tight between the bed and the dresser in the small room. Your skin tingled underneath the light pressure of his fingertips.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Taehyung said, closing the door to the bathroom with a resounding click.
44 hours to go.
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The rehearsal dinner was a success. Everything was in place for tomorrow—all you had to do was make sure your best friend made it down the aisle.
Well, and not strangle your unexpected roommate in the meantime.
You fluffed your pillows, trying, and failing, to get comfortable.
“Would you stop fidgeting and go to sleep?” Tae asked, voice muffled by his own pillow.
“I’m trying,” you hissed. “Maybe it would help if you stopped hogging all of the blankets.” You yanked the covers over to your side of the bed, trying to get an even share.
“If you need me to keep you warm, all you have to do is ask,” Taehyung offered, tone laced with mischief. You didn’t need to turn your head to know he was smirking in the darkness. You huffed, choosing to ignore him.
Rolling over, you pulled the comforter up under your chin, closing your eyes tightly.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” Taehyung cooed.
“Goodnight,” you grumpily responded.
39 hours to go.
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Taehyung woke up to hair brushing against his cheek, arm wrapped snuggly around a soft, warm figure. He buried his face into his pillow, breathing in the smell of lavender-scented shampoo, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the silky material underneath the palm of his hand.
His eyes shot open when he realized who was next to him. Fingers freezing against you, he pulled his arm away slowly, trying not to wake you. You’d kill him if you found out the two of you woke up cuddling like this. You’d definitely kill him if you found out that he wished he could stay like this all morning.
He quietly got out of bed, placing the blanket back over your sleeping form, brushing your hair away from your face with a gentle touch. You stirred slightly but didn’t wake up.
Taehyung was gone before your alarm went off.
32 hours to go.
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“Sleep well last night?” Taehyung asked, startling you. You hadn’t seen him all day as you got ready with the other bridesmaids and the bride. You looked him over, handsome as ever in his black tux, annoyingly perfect. You noticed his bowtie was slightly crooked, tsking at him as you placed your bouquet down to fix it for him.
“I slept fine, thank you,” you said politely, fixing his tie, hands patting his chest when you were satisfied with your handiwork. You tried to pull away, but Taehyung’s right hand reached up to grab yours before you could. He leaned down kissing the back of your hand delicately. You looked at him, shocked.
“You look beautiful, Y/N,” he complimented you, standing up. You gaped at him, slightly flushed by the genuine compliment.
“Shall we?” he asked, handing you your bouquet and holding out his arm for you to take for the processional down the aisle.
“I-uh-yes,” you cleared your throat, “Yes, let’s go,” you said, swallowing thickly.
You blamed the butterflies in your stomach on nerves.
You hoped the fact that Taehyung kept stealing glances at you during the ceremony was because you had too much blush on or something.
You ignored the fact that he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
You pretended that you didn’t like it.
26 hours to go.
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Taehyung ran after you outside of the venue, eyes frantic with worry.
“There you are, Y/N, I have been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing out here?” Taehyung asked, shrugging out of his suit jacket so he could drape it around your shoulders.
You took a deep breath.
“I just needed some air,” you explained, staring down at the ground.
Lies.
You needed to get away from him. Away from his gaze. Away from his hands that felt so right in yours as you slow danced together at the insistence of the newly married couple. Away from how confused you felt at this person that you loathed. You did loath him, right? Despite the fact that he made you laugh, never let you walk home by yourself at night when the four of you would go out to the bars, remembered your favorite foods, always smelled so good…you loathed him…didn’t you?
“It’s freezing out here, come back inside,” Taehyung insisted, holding out his hand for you to take, to help you up from the cold metal bench and lead you back inside.
“Don’t you have a bridesmaid to flirt with? Why are you out here looking for me?” You questioned, standing up on your own. Taehyung dropped his hand, clenching it in a fist at his side. “Every wedding I have ever been to that you’ve attended has ended with you flirting with one of the bride’s friends. Shouldn’t you be doing that instead of standing out here with me?”
Taehyung grimaced at your tone.
“That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it, though? Don’t you think I’ve noticed how every time we all go out together, you end up going home with some girl?”
“Stop it.”
“What? I’m telling the truth,” you scoffed, kicking at a pebble on the ground with your heeled shoe. You refused to look at him. “I’m just wondering who you would be taking back to your room if you weren’t sharing it with me.”
“I don’t want to be with anyone else!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed. You looked up at him, watching as he ran a hand through his hair in agitation. He stepped toward you. You wanted to step away, but you stubbornly stood your ground. Taehyung looked down at you, sighing in frustration. “Don’t you get it?”
“Get what, Tae?” The nickname slipped past your lips before you could stop it. His eyes widened slightly, pupils blown out with frustration and something you couldn’t name. He looked away for a second, breathing deeply before turning back to you. He placed his hands on your cheeks, looking at you like he had all throughout the ceremony.  
“I don’t want to go back to my room with anyone but you, sweetheart,” Taehyung said, thumbs stroking the flushed skin of your face, the annoying pet name that he always used with you suddenly sounding much sweeter than it had before. “I haven’t in a long time.”
“Oh,” you breathed out, shocked at the turn of events. “Oh.”
“This isn’t exactly how I intended to tell you,” Taehyung said, smiling shyly at you. “But will you please come back inside so I can keep flirting with you until you realize, deep down, that you feel the same?”
You rolled your eyes at his presumptuousness, but there was no real fire behind it.
“Please, like your flirting has ever worked on me,” you countered, smirking at him. Tae smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek, catching you off guard.
“No? Is that why you’re blushing?” he teased.
“Shut up,” you grumbled, letting him take your hand in his and lead you back inside.
“Make me,” he winked at you.
24 hours to go…until your first official date, at least.
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staytinyville · 5 months
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Stay Alive (20)
BTS poly!ot7 x Reader
Magical Creatures AU
Series Masterlist
Warnings: None
A/N BETA READER @seoul9711. YALL. No one told me I missed an update! MY BAD! I had the days wrong.
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In a matter of minutes, all the boys had gathered in Jungkook’s room in no time at all. The boy had quickly showered to get rid of the bed smell. The others waited for his return inorder to tell you everything fully. However once he had finished and was standing patiently, they all just looked at each other, unsure how to start a conversation with you. 
“Well?” You question, waiting for them to answer you.
“Jungkook is awak-”
“We're all magical creatures.” Yoongi cut Jimin off. 
“Yoongi.” Namjoon groaned, rubbing at his forehead. 
“We were never going to get to it if you all stalled.” The pale man deadpanned. 
Everyone sighed as the truth was finally out. However you looked down, still contemplating everything. They had admitted it from their mouths but for some reason you still couldn’t really believe them. You couldn’t even believe yourself. There just wasn’t any plausible answer to all this. 
“Come here, little one.” Namjoon spoke softly, taking your hand and sitting you down on Jungkook’s bed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” You frowned. 
“You sure?” Namjoon raised his eyebrow at you. “We just told you some important information.”
“Doesn't mean I believe you.” You quickly spoke up, looking at the tall man wide eyed. 
“She's denying it.” Yoongi glared. “Hobi, do your thing.” He lightly patted the man on the back.
“Why me?” Hoseok questioned. 
“Because your magic is the only one we can see.” Jin backed up. “Unless, Taehyung wants to do it.”
The boy had a grin on his face; his eyes showed his excitement over using his powers. However when they all suddenly began to feel Taehyung's energy crackle through the air, they quickly looked back to Hobi with wide eyes. 
Taehyung was a good natured boy but he struggled with keeping his energy in tack. Ever since the company has been tampering with his magical essence, he hasn’t been able to get a handle on it. While the boy knew how to use his magic properly when it came to energy manipulation he would have to pass on it. 
“I'll do it.” Hoseok sighed. 
You noticed Taehyung’s pout so you were quick to reach out for him. The boy took your invitation to sit next to you; with a smile on his face at your attention being placed on him. 
You watched as Hobi raised his hands up, fingers moving around like he was weaving something. You gasped out loud and held your breath as purple smoke began to swirl between his fingers. Just as a ball began to form in between his hands, you suddenly got a pain behind your eyes which caused you to wince. 
All the boys noticed, looking at you worried. “It’s nothing.” You spoke up, waving them off. The migraine disappeared the moment Hobi stopped, causing you to frown. “Just a headache.” You added. 
They all looked at each other for a second before you brought their attention back to you. “Your magic is purple.” You gave a wide smile. “What are you?” You asked Hoseok, giving him a soft look.
Hobi began to blush from the attention, laughing softly. “I'm a witch.” He told you. “I'm the only one here.”
“Only one?” Your eyebrows furrowed together. 
“The other patients are also magical creatures.” Namjoon answered. “There's a lot of different ones.”
“What other ones are there?” You turned to him, curiosity within your eyes. 
Namjoon laughed, enjoying the look you had. It reminded him of Taehyung, who seemed to also be intently listening even if he himself already knew the answer to your question. “There's some banshees, orcs, succubi, valkyries, werewolves-”
“Like Jungkook.” You interrupted, looking over at the boy. 
“Yeah!” Jungkook perked up, looking at you confused. “How'd you know?”
You suddenly pressed your lips together, glancing at Jin and Hobi. “I read Hobi's journal.” You quietly answered, looking away.
“I knew it!” Jin spoke up.
“I'm sorry Hobi!” You cried, rushing up to the man. “I know, I wasn't supposed to snoop but I read the page about the sleeping spell and got curious.” You stressed, looking up at him with wide eyes. 
“Please forgive me.” You begged.
“We just told you about who we are.” Hoseok sighed, grabbing onto your hands. “It's okay if you read the journal now. However at the time it probably wasn't.” He lightly wiggled his finger in your face. 
“I'm sorry.” You pouted. 
“It's okay Hun.” He brought you into a tight hug. “All is forgiven.” He swayed you from side to side, cheek pressed to your head. 
When you pulled away, the curiosity had returned to your eyes. The boys all secretly cooed at you. “So all of you are actually magical beings. That's so cool.” You exclaimed. 
“We're glad to hear Princess.” Yoongi grinned. 
“I have so many questions.” You told them. 
“We have time.” Taehyung shrugged. 
“I'm assuming Jimin is a siren or mermaid with how much he spends in the pool. He’s also a really good singer.” You rapidly , smiling at Jimin. “Jin you liar, you said your ears were surgically made.” You gave the older boy a pout.
“Yes, I'm a siren Beautiful.” Jimin gave you a small smile, still feeling guilty over almost drowning you. “I would love to show you one day.”
“Would you have believed me if I said I was an elf?” Jin huffed, rolling his eyes playfully. 
“Does the light actually hurt you Yoongi?” You turned to the pale man. “Or are you just being picky? Because you said you don't actually combust in the sun; it's dumb of you to wear sunglasses but not cover your skin.” 
Yoongi glared at you. 
“Jungkook, do you actually turn into a wolf? Is it like–halfway like Teen Wolf or full thing like in Twilight?”
“You're talking too much.” Yoongi sighed. 
“I turn into an actual wolf, Tokki.” Jungkook smiled brightly, bounding closer to you. “He would love to meet you one day.”
You giggled, nodding your head at him. “Taehyung!” You gasped, turning to the boy. “Wings!? Like actual wings?” You couldn’t contain your excitement about them. 
“Big ones with feathers.” Taehyung matched your excitement. 
“Are you an angel then?” You chuckled. 
“No, I'm a faerie.'' Taehyung shook his head. 
“Like Maleficent!” You immediately thought of the Disney villain from the live action. 
“Exactly like her.” He nodded along with you. “Not all powerful though.” He quickly added. 
“Namjoon, can you tell me about you?” Your voice lowered as you moved to sit next to the leader of the group. “I honestly couldn't figure out what you are.” You told him. 
“It's alright Little one.” He smiled. “I'm a dragon; the oldest living creature in our world.”
Your head tilted to the side. “Your world?”
“It’s parallel to this one but with all of us in it.” Jin answered you. “Humans don't exist there. It's our earth.” He had a smile on his face, making you think he was probably reminiscing about his home. 
“What are you doing here then?” You questioned. 
“We aren't here for illnesses or diseases.” Namjoon sighed. “We were captured from our world and brought here to be experimented on. HYBE uses our abilities to create their medicine.”
Your eyes suddenly went wide as you took in his words. All you could think about was the boys being trapped in this place for the past 10 years. They were just teenagers; they were kidnapped. And experimented on?
“For 10 years? And no one thought about taking you out!?” You exclaimed. 
“We've come across kind people who would want to help but Hanseol would find out about them before they could. They would never get far.” Hobi told you sadly. 
“What does he do?” You asked. 
“He gets rid of them.” Jimin answers. “Sometimes he fires, other times he goes too far. He can't risk losing us.”
“I want to take you out-” You wanted to say.
“It's too dangerous.” Hobi immediately stopped you. 
“Let us come up with something before you get too rash. We knew you would want to but we have to plan first. We don't want to lose you.” Namjoon took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. 
You weren’t dealing with regular people anymore, you knew that much. If the boys told you to wait for a plan, it meant they knew how Hanseol was. It was clear he was also some kind of magical creature; one of which you had no idea how to handle. They were right to tell you to wait. However that didn’t mean you weren’t feeling scared for them. 
You hadn’t  known them long but ever since you met Jungkook, you had felt as though these boys deserved the world. Each one had their own way of viewing things and it brought a smile to your face to hear about each and everyone of their thoughts. They needed to get out of here. They have so much to give out in the world. 
Be it there’s or yours. 
“Okay.”
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persphonesorchid · 7 months
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Sativa - KTH | Drabble |
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summary: You and Tae get high with your friends, that's it.
genre: fluff (?), suggestive
word count: 1.1k
warnings: Smoking weed; everyone is high. Making out with other people watching, yoongi's hypocrisy, hinted voyeurism/exhibitionism.
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notes: I have NO idea what this is or where it came from. What is this behavior, dani?? Hope you guys enjoy!! (Feedback is welcomed and appreciated :))
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Your eyelids are heavy with smoke, no doubt red and your head feels like it’s miles upwards in the clouds somewhere. A cold bottle of water was pressed into your hands a bit ago and you’re not sure if you’ve drank it or not. You’ve been chewing on the same handful of popcorn for God knows how long, and every time you swallow you don’t ever feel the snack reaching your stomach.
It feels like there’s a bottomless pit where your stomach should be; everything just passing through you.
Your chest and throat burn with a long-delayed cough, almost has you choking on the popcorn and gulping down water. At least... You were sure there was water in the bottle. How long ago was it given to you? When did you drink it all?
You poke a finger into Taehyung’s side with a frown, “Oi.”
He turns his head, a little slowly. He looks just as you’re sure you do; gone. His eyelids are low and he’s blinking at you in slow intervals like a cat, a stupid, crooked grin on his mouth. The warmth of his hand finds your thigh, as though he’d just remembered your legs were over his – or perhaps, just remembered you were there at all. His fingers curl and his thumb presses into your flesh with little pressure.
“Oi back.” He winks, there’s smoke on his exhale and the scent of the weed that’s starting to give you a headache after one hit too many. You were supposed to be sharing the blunt that hangs loose between Taehyung’s fingers, and as quickly as the thought enters your mind it’s gone.
You stare at him because you’ve also forgotten what you had called him for in the first place. His hand moves from your thigh, and you barely resister the light grip at the back of your neck.
“You good?” Taehyung leans closer, a brow raised as his gaze darts between yours. His fingers apply pressure just where your neck meets the base of your skull and you shiver.
There’s a brief passing thought as you nod slowly against his hold, something reminding you that Taehyung and his boys were way more experienced with this than you were. While you're prone to zoning out and giggling at anything that's barely funny, Taehyung and the boys has enough experience to be mellow.
It’s not that you’ve never done it before, it’s just that the effects leave you all over the place, so you don’t do it often. That, you guess, is what always comes back to bite you in the ass. Your body’s never prepared for the numb hot and cold feeling, and feeling like you’re watching events through a pinhole.
The blunt was long passed from Taehyung when he closes the gap, fingers of his free hand pressing into your cheeks to hold you steady. He kisses you quickly and you’re left chasing, leaning forward as he pulls back.
There’s a faint scent of his cologne under the heady scent of weed, and Taehyung doesn’t keep you waiting for long. He tips your head back slightly, slotting his mouth over yours in a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue than anything else. The hand at the back of your neck moves up to your hair and tugs, and your fingers curl into the rolled-up sleeves of his jersey.
There’s a thud and the couch you’re sitting on shifts. Taehyung barely pulls away from you, and there’s something more than the cannabis that keeps his eyelids low and pupils blown. You tilt your head a little, and through the haze of smoke behind Taehyung on the loveseat across is Yoongi. His foot is still up on the armrest of the couch, and though he’s in the same state that everyone else is in, there’s still a sharpness to his gaze.
“If you guys are gonna fuck, do it elsewhere. No one wants to see that shit.”
He says this and with incredulity, you stare at him. The last time you did this with them, Yoongi had a friend over who’d been sitting on his lap for most of the night. And you don’t mean sitting decently, her knees were perched on either side of his thighs, kissing his neck and his hands were on her ass.
“Dude. You have no room to talk.” Hoseok mumbles, passing the last of the blunt to Jungkook who was busy building another one. His gaze is just as sharp as Yoongi’s, a switch having flipped between hits; Hoseok hiding behind Jay.
Yoongi flips him off, and reaches for the bag of chips that was thrown carelessly on the coffee table.
Taehyung brings your attention back to him, nudging his nose against your cheek, and licking at your jaw. His lips press against your pulse and his tongue and teeth follow. You’re hyperaware of Taehyung’s every touch, his breath against your skin, the way his other hand is squeezing at your hip and damn near pulling you into his lap.
Your lower tummy burns, and maybe it’s the weed, but it’s intense. You’re gripping at his arms, tilting your head back to let him do what he wants. He lets his teeth drag on the spot he’s bruised as he pulls away, you whine and Taehyung chuckles deep in his chest.
“You’re so gone right now.” He brushes a thumb under your eye. He leans forward and you think he’s going to kiss you, but he tilts your head slightly, and you’re met with the gazes of your friends who’s so far been extremely quiet.
“Bet they’d all like a show, hm?” his teeth nip at your earlobe, and even though he says this softly, the room’s too quiet and you’re certain everyone heard. “Bet I can fuck you right here and make ‘em watch.”
Your squirming doesn’t do a thing to help the tingling ache between your legs, and Taehyung’s gaze does nothing but make you whine his name.
Taehyung smiles sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not that high.” He winks, “You’re for my eyes only.”
He pulls away, back to where he was originally and you feel as though you’ve stepped out of a bubble. There’s soft trap music playing from Jungkook’s phone, and his ears are red as he passes the blunt he lit over to Hoseok.
Taehyung taps your thigh once and then again, softly, a brief glance your way and then at the others. “Show’s over, stop staring.” He says to no one in particular, but everyone finds interest in something else.
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bunnybubae · 1 year
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(M) They Were Right | KTH
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Pairing: Reader x Taehyung
Genre: Established Relationship - Smut/Kinda Fluff
Warnings: PWP - Oral (Female receiving) - Butt Fingering - Masturbation -  Anal Sex - Creampie
Summary: This is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend Taehyung
Word Count: 2.398
A/N: Hello hello, it’s been a while uh? So, I had a wet dream last night and these are the results, I wrote it down in a rush so let me know if there are mistakes to fix. I know it’s short but I hope you’ll like it! Let me know what you think! :D
- Joy 🐰
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You don't know the exact moment you started considering trying anal sex with your boyfriend, maybe you saw one porn in particular that started making you think about it, making you wonder if it really hurts as much as they say, if it's really that pleasurable that you'll want to do it again. Taehyung was happy to find out with you, but he never forced you to do it if you were not feeling ready to actually try.It's certainly not the first time you've found yourself in this situation,lying naked on the bed with your eyes narrowed in pleasure, while your boyfriend makes out with your pussy with passion.
"Tae-"
The sound of your voice is heavy, you gasp as you push his hair out of his vision with your hands.
"Tae I want more"
Your request makes him lift his head reluctantly. A thin string of saliva connects his mouth with your lips.
“I can see it,” he says softly, unable to take his eyes off the wetness of your folds, finding the swelling of your clit almost cute. So inviting that he can't resist dropping one last gentle kiss on it.
You shiver at the gentle touch on the sensitive spot.
"I want to try again"
You don't know why in your ears you sound almost shy, you don't know if you're more embarrassed because of the request or the desire laced in your voice, with which the sentence left your mouth. You've already tried it once, but you were probably too tense, too focused on the pain you could have felt, which made the moment less spontaneous and relaxed. His caresses on your thighs only fuel the burning need you feel. He surely caught at what you were hinting as he asked
"Are you sure?" He finally raises his gaze, locking it with yours. His eyes a little surprised but full of fervor. "You know we can wait more and-"
"N-no...I really want to do this"
Before he could finish the sentence you speak again, placing your hands on his gently, following their movement over your body. He nods with a slight smile, shifting the weight of his naked body onto yours. His cock is already so stiff just from the orals he gave you and the lazy thrusts of his pelvis on the mattress. He hiss softly when his member touches your belly, the sensation much more pleasant and soft than the fabric of the blankets.
"Alright. Tell me to stop if you feel too much pain, okay?" he says, while one of his hands gently brushes your face. You nod and before you can answer him, he continues.
"I'll go slow and gentle baby," his words are imprinted on your skin with every soft kiss as he travels the curve of your neck and jaw, leaving wet trails and causing you to sigh with pleasure.
"We'll take all the time we need," he then whispers.
And with that, his lips touch yours, kissing them with measured delicacy.
It's baffling how much his body on yours manages to be so toned and at the same time so soft, it gives you a sense of comfort and protection, as if in his arms you don't need to fear anything. As if your bodies complement each other once they are close. A growing tension returns slightly to your belly as his face descends again, passing your pubes. Tae brings his hands to the back of your thighs, massaging their flesh before pushing your legs towards you. Instinctively, you bring your hands to the backs of your knees, your breath quickening in anticipation.
"B-baby" you whisper softly, stuttering when you feel the wetness of his tongue trailing from your clit, slowly to your hole. He hums, getting lost in the sweet taste of your pussy. Then he continues to descend, and you know well that this is the time to lift your legs a little more, spreading them and bringing them to your chest. Your eyes close for a moment and your brows arch at the moist touch you feel in your anus. The sensation persists, grows as he continues to lick with the flat of his tongue, swirling in circle from time to time.
"God, I love every inch of you" he confessed. Your face gets hotter and hotter as his demeanor makes you softly moan. The moment you slightly lift your head to look at him through your lashes, the vision of his index finger entering his mouth and coming out moist, something inside you pops causing your walls to clench.
"Fuck... Do that again" your voice quivers.
He looks up and staring into your eyes, he brings his forefinger back to his mouth slowly, coating it with more saliva. You bite your lip at the hot vision, more to keep your eagerness to yourself, but he doesn't seem to like the way you suppress your verses. Then he brings his moistened finger close to you again, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly thrusts at the entrance of your anus. He wasn't lying when he said he'd be slow and gentle. As he inserted his finger wasn't unpleasant at all, also due to the look he's giving you, you feel particularly turned on. You moan again as he reaches all the way down to his knuckle.
"Yes-" He exhales pleased "I wanna hear every sound you make" he slowly withdraws his finger without letting it come out completely, and then pushes it in again, more easily, but still slowly. "Let yourself go totally love". You moan louder as his finger moves in and out gradually faster but never making you uncomfortable. The sound of his hoarse voice doing things to you. With your hands you firmly grasp your breasts, squeezing them as you like and playing with your nipples. Tae takes the opportunity to quickly reach the drawer of the bedside table, grabs the tube of lube and then spurts some on his hand, covering his first two fingers well. He tosses it aside onto the bed as he leans back in on you, kissing softly the hand covering your breast, as he smears some lube directly between your cheeks. He lifts his head to look at you, making sure you're comfortable throughout as his two fingers gently push into you. You gasp, your eyebrows come together and your eyes close as your head tilts back. Two fingers is already a big achievement for you considering that last time even one finger was able to cause you a lot of pain. It seems that this time you are more relaxed, ready, perhaps.
Excitement builds up in you as the stinging pain becomes less and less sharp, making room for a blossoming glimmer of pleasure, your unsteady breathing and facial expressions seem to make him think you're in pain, so when you feel he's withdrawing his fingers, you whine out a No that instantly freezes him in place.
"Don't pull them out please, it-" you breathe out shakily "started to feel good"
He sharply inhale, biting down at his lip as he allow his fingers to dive in again. When he reaches all the way down to his knuckles, you two moan in unison. Tae didn't believe that just penetrating you with his fingers could affect him so much that he unconsciously brought his free hand to his cock in need of some sort of friction. He savors every sound you make, the lascivious clatter of wet fingers in and out of your body and the thumping sound of his fist sliding over the precum-filled tip of his cock. The movement of his fingers continues to be careful and precise, even if faster than before, you begin to feel a growing pressure in your belly. You hear his ragged breaths that do nothing but turn you on even more.
"Please keep going-" you whisper between moans. "I'm close"
You hear him mumble something you can't register, but an instant later he releases his grip around his cock to focus totally on you, his fingers piston inside you faster and faster, the lube doing its job perfectly. You try to bring a hand to your throbbing clit but the position doesn't allow you to reach it comfortably, Tae notices the movement of your arm, quickly grabs your hand to bring it back into position behind your knee. He pushes your legs a little further towards you and brings his other hand up to your pussy. His thumb collects your juices and then rubs on your clit to facilitate the friction, causing you a set of sensations never experienced before, not all at once at least.
"Like that?" he asks quietly, looking at you while he continues his ministrations with both hands.
"Yes- God yes!" you moan loudly as you feel your orgasm approach.
You no longer feel pain, everything has been replaced by an immense sensation of pleasure. The thrusts of his hand, fingers scissoring from time to time, mixed with the movements of his fingers on your clit push you further and further towards oblivion. Moan after moan, everything goes white and a slight tear leaves the outer rim of your eye, running down your cheek as your orgasm shoots through your entire body. An intensity never felt before, your heavy breathing is the only sound that now fills the room. As your body slowly relaxes, Tae's touch leaves your body to allow you to recover. You look at him with languid eyes, you're still a little sensitive down there but with a great desire to go all the way, he can see it in your eyes. With his arms you beckon him to come closer to you, to hug you, and so he does.
He smiles softly, leaning his body on yours and letting your arms wrap him completely. You feel his member pressing against your belly, still perfectly stiff and hungry, when he lifts himself bearing the weight of his body on his palms, your gaze descends towards his cock and it was enough to see it glistening with pearls of precum on the tip, pulsing at the slightest touch, to feed your cravings even more. You do feel ready to take him all the way in.
"Tae... Fuck me" you whisper looking into his eyes.
He loves it when you are so vocal, when you voice your desires so openly, when you let go completely. You can read it on his face, which takes on a mixed expression between all the love he feels for you and all the desire to fuck you and fill you with his cum.
"Everything you want, baby" he replies matching your tone.
He takes the previously thrown lube, squirting it directly on his cock, using his hand to spread it well. Two fingers certainly helped stretch some the muscles, but concern about hurting you lurks in his expression. He pump himself a few times before positioning correctly between your legs and aligning his cock with your anus. When you feel the hesitation in his movements you tell him "I'll let you know if it hurts" and you smile gently to reassure him. He smirks back, leaning in to give you a soft peck. As he gets back into position, you feel the tip of his cock push gently, the pressure not as uncomfortable as you expected it to be. You feel him slipping inside you little by little, your tightness affecting his sensations too, causing him an urgent need to push a little deeper. Feeling the stretch, a little painful but you can handle it perfectly, you decide to place your elbows behind your knees so you can caress his hips and back with your hands. In this position you feel like you've allowed him better access as you feel his pelvis getting closer to yours. Both of your breaths have become more erratic. His eyes, previously focused on the penetration and beauty of your body at his mercy, now look at your face.
Your twisted expressions, full of pleasure, a pinch of pain that still doesn't allow your face to fully relax, give him the confidence he needed to sink totally inside you. When he reaches the bottom, he lets out a liberating moan, as if to let go of all the breath held so far to proceed with delicacy. You breathe hard, you feel full in every sense, you feel the difference from vaginal sex. When your eyes finally open, your face is much more relaxed, the pain is a ghost still fluttering around, but it's not a persistent presence anymore. His face is very close to yours and only when you nod, he understands that you're ready for him to move.
He starts slowly, to test a little, he backs off without totally exiting, leaving the tip inside you and you already feel the emptiness, impatient to feel that delicious sensation of full just before. When he thrusts into you again, the motion makes you moan deep within your throat. Tae continues the movement for a couple of thrusts, until your moans get louder, your expression contorted with pure pleasure.
"I don't think I'll last long if you moan like that" he warns you, his hips move fast and erratically, his pelvis slams against yours in the sweetest lewd sound.
"Just cum inside me-" you retort moaning again. He slams harder and harder grunting dirty words after dirty words. The sounds of your bodies enjoying together fill your ears, your moans and wet skins slapping. His body gradually stiffens with each thrust, his warm breath caresses your face and you feel in total ecstasy.
"I fucking love you Y/N" he breathed out.
"I-I'm" he stammer as his hips move erratically and he begins to throb, thrusting as he cums inside you, spraying hot spurts of cum as deep as he can. You feel hot, sweaty and satisfied. Happy.
You wanted so much to discover the pleasures of anal sex but you didn't think it could be so pleasant considering the pain you must bare initially.
"They were right" you menage to say, giggling.
He looks at you, breathless, still inside you.
"I definitely wanna do this again!"
You both burst out laughing like idiots, but that's part of good sex too, especially when you love someone as much as you love him.
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sona-verse01 · 11 months
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BTS
Kiss you in front of other members
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Category: MTL 🌠
Genre: Fluff 💐
Pairing: idol!BF x gn reader
Request: No
Warning: Kisses, (lmk if there are more)
Disclaimer:
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* Pictures & divider used in this post are not mine. Only moodboard is made by me.
* English is not my first language.
* For entertainment purpose only. Don't take it seriously.
* My work doesn't define BTS members' personality and nature.
* Don't copy/steal/translate my work.
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MOST
Jimin
It's obvious for him to be 1st here. He flirts with Armies & his members as well.
He will kiss u randomly, when you are just talking to him (in front of other members).
He needs no reason to kiss to you.
Taehyung (V)
Reason - same as Jimin (no shame in front of members).
He will definitely kiss you even when he is on live.
Gets annoying glares from members, but he gives 0 damn.
Namjoon (RM)
This man's existence screams dominance.
Doesn't matter what you are doing, he will kiss you whenever he feels like it.
Members don't even care at this point.
Hoseok (J-hope)
He is a walking-talking ball of sunshine.
So yeah, that's enough for him to kiss you, just to see you smiling shyly.
Definitely receives groans from maknae line.
Jungkook (Jk)
Though he looks pretty dominant, he is still the maknae of the group.
He often gets shy, while kissing you. (Also scared of Jin's rap).
So he prefers kissing your forehead more in front of members.
Yoongi (Suga)
This lazy cat will not kiss u in front of anyone, I bet ur a$$ here.
Might just hold hands or something small. But, kiss is a big NO.
But, may or may not touch your feet under the table.
Jin
Do we even need to know the reason for not kissing u in front of members.
He is the oldest. He might think that kissing in front of members is not good for maknaes. (Since they are his not so innocent children).
Holding hands & light hugs are completely fine though.
LEAST
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aseaofyoongi · 1 year
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a years interlude | kth
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kth x reader (f)
genre: 19th century; one-shot
rating: mature audiences only (18+)
summary: a story of pain, healing, love, and the yearning of the heart.
warnings: slight mention of blood; non-descriptive (brief) mention of dead fetus (lost baby at birth); memory loss; slight fluff; penetrative sex; cunnilingus; clitorial stimulation; nipple play; hand job; taehyung looking like a 19th century prince in his photofolio; if non-19th century things are mentioned i am so sorry, i tried to do as much research as possible but so many personal things went down while I was writing this that research was slim.
word count: 10,9 thousand words
posted: friday january 6, 2023
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The Levate was your home. It had been assigned as your unruly fate far before you were even a fetus in your mother’s womb.
It was your destiny.
The tale commenced about two-hundred years prior, with your great grandmother. She was a mere lass—young, beautiful and most importantly educated girl. It was a rarity for its time. Initially, the men in her family, your family, were destined healers but your great grandmother’s father's bloodline was referred to as fragile and it was ‘cursed’ with just daughters.
One after another after another.
A couple of years passed before the men of the village realized that their people would only benefit in allowing the women of your family to become a part of the legacy and aid those in need. . Especially, the wives of the select few who were in need of assistance during childbirth, word had it women were growing uncomfortable in being presented with male assistance while they carried their babies for nearly nine months and then having inexperienced servants assisting during deliveries— numerous women left to neighboring villages which implemented the requirement of having qualified female only aids during their pregnancies and in their labor confinements.
After a rather hefty consensus the people of the town spoke and your family was granted their titles as former healers and reputable midwives.
Upon shadowing her nearly retired father and the accoucheuse from neighboring villages, your great grandmother learned the complexity of your modern medicament rapidly. She was very astute, stretching as far as the barriers of your society allowed her to reach. Truth was despite everything she was still a woman and was only allowed a speck of liberty—and one single mistake sent her down a bridle pathway of damnation for an eternity and her grave would be dug up by the Kim family.
The Kim’s were the most powerful family in the village, simulating the most vicious predators at the peak of the food chain. They were pythons while the rest of you were rodents. Their formidable force stemmed from their affluence leading them to soar like eagles in the expansive sky, high beyond the passing clouds—they were as close to royals as Hawkshead could attain.
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Your great grandmother had been called on by Viscountess Kim to service in the delivery of what would be their fifth child. They were hoping for a male to supply as an eventual successor after being consecutively burdened by a string of daughters. The task was seemingly simple as she already had a hefty resume in delivering babies day in and day out but this particular delivery was. . arduous. The pressure was immense, she knew there was little room for error, and despite the dozen pound weight dragging from her shoulder, she graced her mind with confidence; the assurance of her skills and began her duty as a midwife.
Things began as usual, the dimly lit birth chamber was crowded by servants as they serviced Viscountess Kim any and all of her absurd requests ranging from kneading her feet beyond comfort to fetching her intricate suppers that could only be found a whole town away. The room was aromatized with the soft scents of chamomile, her remedy for easing the nerves. That was all she could provide but of course, medicine then, wasn’t what it is now.
Her duty was to sit and wait. And then sit and wait some more—until baby Kim has decided it was finally time to meet the world.
From her place at the delivery stool her eyes roamed across the unblemished midnight sky. There were innumerable stars prancing around the black vastness accompanying the moon as they danced a soft tango together. Nights were serene; peaceful and she always found herself enthralled in it. The twinkling seams of the stars were dazzling yet there was no way she could look away. Initially, there was a brief silence amongst the emergent storm sweeping across the dormitory, she recalled screaming; frantic screams. In the beginning they were muffled, so far away, for a brief second she had thought Lord Kim was chopping off someone's head down the corridor—except, it wasn’t.
Lady Kim was beginning to hyperventilate, she broke out in sweats, and the lady maids were flailing their arms in the air calling your attention, their attempt at getting her to snap out of her trance.
“We need help,” she’d heard from one of the many nameless figures accompanying the Viscountess.
“Just give me some space,” she abandoned her spot near the window now sitting at the foot of the bed, “fetch me more linens.”
She was heaving, trembling, gasping for air and her screams could likely be heard by the Levate. Her forehead glistened, “I need him out of me,” her breathing was heavy, “I need him out.”
There was a cold bead of sweat rolling down her back but she remained in her position waiting for baby Kim, (hopefully, a boy), to greet you with bright chocolate eyes and raucous cries. You instructed her to push, and she complied. Again, you communicated the same and she did as told. She pushed harder and harder, until the fetal head crowned.
She almost sighed with relief.
Almost.
But the room was eerily still.
Baby Kim, the baby boy, was now in her hands but he was not weeping—his eyes were closed, and his skin was a shade of periwinkle.
He was not breathing.
“How is my baby?” Lady Kim asked.
But she stood, completely still, the tiny body of what was supposed to be a healthy scion laid in her arms, unmoving.
“How is he?” She asked once again.
Your great grandmother’s skin glimmered in the dim candle light as the sweat trickled down her forehead. She quickly walked the boy to the baby bassinet and laid him down.
“Is he OK?” her pleas to know rumbled in the inner walls of your ears, and all you could do was rummage through your brain for an answer on what to do—this had never happened before. She’d always delivered healthy babies, always.
How could this happen? She had not pulled too hard, the mother seemed in good health. . What evil lurked in the shadows to drag this baby away from its mother before she even has the chance to hold him in her arms?
Lady Kim sat up on her elbows—her eyes were mimicking the sparkle of shining glass, she was shaking with anxiousness; fear.
“The baby-”she stammered, “h-he’s”
Words failed her. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and no matter how she tried to structure the news, sentences did not come easy to her.
“He’s what?” the Viscountess yelled, her voice vibrating through the walls like a high pitched sound wave, “how is my baby boy?”
“Baby Kim has passed on, Lady Kim. My sincerest apologies,” She bowed as her voice cracked delivering the unfortunate news.
The viscountess’ wails were inconsolable, they were haunting and your great grandmother couldn’t help but hang her head in shame. Everything her father taught her was flushed down the drain, her career as a healer was compromised and her life was not guaranteed at the sake of her failure.
All her certainties hung by a single thread and her freedom disintegrated when a lock and chain adorned her wrists and soon as Viscount Kim heard of the unfortunate events surrounding the birth and death of his only son. He—they blamed her for the entire thing, despite her best interest always being the delivery of a healthy boy. They did not listen to her, instead they ostracized her and held a trial to supply her culpability. Her charges included, ‘conspiring against the noble Kim.’
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You closed her journal up and slouched on your rickety rocking chair, swinging back and forth lightly.
That was all written by her.
She wrote it as an autobiography for the following generations to understand—it was a reminder of the story you didn’t need to read because you knew it by heart; you lived it; you simulated her pain.
After the verdict was delivered by the counsel, composed of those hand selected by the Kim family, for the proceedings of an unjust trial. They were ready to send your great grandmother to be executed. Hastily, they came to the realization that our family were the only healers in Hawkshead and the nearest family of honorable medicinal knowledge settled days away from our village, so instead of ending her life. . They decided to sentence her and the women to follow to be banished, and sent her on exile to the Levate.
So they walked her to the outskirts nearing the barrier of the viridescent enchanted forrest—she was to reside there and if her knowledge was ever requested they would seek out for her, but that was not her only duty, she was to assist all men injured in the Levate and guide them out the barrier in the direction of the village.
It was the punishment of imprisonment without the shackles, but at least in a cell you had cell mates, guards, people around you—there was nothing but emerald pasture and brobdingnagian trees for miles into the dense forest.
Her husband and son stayed behind in Hawkshead and they continued the legacy of male healers while the women in our family were condemned by her mistake. We were sent to fend for ourselves in the estranged surroundings of the Levate as soon as it was decided by the Kim counsel. A lot of them wed and snuck their husbands in and out of the forest but it wasn't in your intention to subject a man through the complications of the barrier but specially you did not plan to contribute a child into the damnation of this curse. Your predestined beginning and end was as it was, your inevitable demise. There was nothing you could do about it but your principles—your conscience wouldn’t allow you to drag someone else to be a subject of this morbid ordeal and while residing in the Levate was out of your reach; celibacy was the only aspect of your life you had control over.
It’s been a continuity of the same thing, day after day, the same sky up above, the same redundant emerald leaves on the same golden tree branches.
Everything was the same.
It was revolting and it sent you on a spiral of drumming headaches, the same four walls in this same cabin, and the same scenery outdoors.
Five years down, an eternity to go.
An eternity. Seems like ages away but our perception of forever is but mere speck in our reality because to the people out there—living, laughing, loving, life is dazed and comes and goes in the blink of an eye but within the barriers, behind the unchanged days and the repetitious routine your eternity has exceeded the five years you’d been in here and it seemed roads away from where you stood in that moment.
Though you were promised occasional outings of aid, not a single person back in the village has requested your healing abilities for months now and no one ever stumbles past the barriers unless absolutely necessary. You were completely alone, left to rot in abandonment—the Kim counsel knew that but you were certain the infliction of isolation was their specialty for torture.
Nightfall approached quicker than expected that day but you supposed it was the repercussions of being cocooned behind your probing thoughts for a clock’s worth. After dining and changing into your nightgown, you found yourself laying down on the creaky bedstead, you kept your window open becoming astounded by the luminosity of the night sky. The pale crescent moon shone like a bright pearl, and the blanket of winking stars stretched to infinity. Their soft glint mimicked the flickering candle light of your neighbors back at the village, and for a single moment. . you weren’t forgotten, they were just a door away keeping you company until you were finally able to drift off into a deep slumber.
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“There’s word in town about the death of the Lord Kim,” There were two girls walking by the southeastern border of the Levate, close to where you currently kneeled picking berries.
Although you could not see their faces, the youth and naivety in their tone was indication enough that they were young, far too young to acknowledge the gravity of their claims.
Being in seclusion was a dead man’s curse because despite the exigency of claims floating around the forest’ border you could never truly confirm its legitimacy.
One of the girls hushed the other, and they began their soft whispers but you could still hear. They were to keep away from the barrier, you should’ve probably warned them but their gossip was far more interesting.
“How could you even know of this?” one of the girls questioned, you didn’t dare peek out from your place behind the bushes to see who they were. . just listened, “what business have you in the Kim estate?”
“For starters, they called on that knowledgeable nurse from Lockwick and the lady maids have been spreading word around town.”
“I suppose you’re right but how could we be certain? They all hide so discreetly behind those golden gates.”
“Process of elimination obviously,” —you’d admit this is the most intel you have eavesdropped on in the last one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. They continued, “The Kim daughters are all married off, their son is off on a voyage and Lady Kim was seen in town just two days ago. Who is the only person we have failed to see for weeks?”
“I suppose you’re right,” she continued in a whispering voice, “that still is no proof of his passing. I think we should wait and keep this to ourselves if we don’t want to end up like that girl who was banished there.” They were probably pointing into the Levate and were certainly referring to you.
Is that all you were in the village? A fable? A tactic to scare kids into respecting their elders? Did anyone even know what happened?
You sat on the soil which likely stained your blush pink skirt—you couldn’t bring yourself to care however.
‘like that girl’
‘that girl’
The words bounced in your head, their kinetic force dented the delicate walls of your brain. You just played their predicament over and over in a continuous loop. You were alive, breathing but you were as good as dead.
Noone remembered you or your name or what you stood for. Noone knew who you were anymore. You felt like an ant on a planet of giants—so insignificant and useless.
Your only consultation lay beside Lord Kim, in his deathbed if he was even dead. Your hope is rooted, that with his passing, the abolishment of the previous ancient laws and regulations would be mandated. This could be the opportunity to get out of here for good, to leave Hawkshead and live for yourself. You had never wished for the cessation of anyone before but you sure hoped there was a stone with his name engraved on it somewhere, especially after the hand he’s dealt in the suffrage of the women in your family, especially after he held onto the grudge of his ancestors as if they were his own.
Your brain was still frazzled by the rumors of the young girls, still, you attempted to map out who the following Viscount would be to serve as a successor. You doubt any of their daughters would come back, they are all married into wealth far richer than the Kim’s could even dream of. There was their eldest son who was off on a voyage and no one had seen sight of him for the last 11 years. No one knew exactly who he was anymore or what he looked like for that matter.
If speculation was right and Lord Kim has passed—their mysterious son should be coming into town. Perhaps, you could try and arrange a meeting with him, and argue your case.
You could be free.
At last there was hope. The possibility of a future you actually had the chance of living.
You skipped the rest of the way to the cabin. Your feet felt lighter against the verdure path—a buoyant spark coursed through your blood stream, the current sent you floating in mid-air. Intoxicated off ecstasy at the mere grasp of the potential freedom you so desperately craved.
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You stood near the barrier.
You were still in the Levate but there was a shift in the surroundings you were so accustomed to. Your initial thought was to run once and for all but your thoughts kept you grounded right where you stood.
Of course, you’ve thought about escaping but if the journals had taught you anything it was that running away would only lead to your demise.
All of your ancestors who disappeared. . turned up in a wooden box days after. You supposed freedom in the afterlife was much better than no freedom at all but you craved living and besides you couldn’t give the Kim’s the satisfaction of seeing you crumble.
You couldn’t.
You breathed slowly as the figure on the other side stood facing you. Its face was blurred and the usual lines outlining one's eyes, nose and lips were consumed by irrefutable darkness.
“Who are you?” You yelled out. . No response, “what are you doing so near the barrier?”
It held its hand out—palm stretched out reaching for you; calling out for you.
“I cannot leave unless called for medical assistance purposes,” you stepped closer to the barrier. . definitely digging into treacherous territories, “this is my home.” The words tasted so sour on your tongue, because although you were forced into the Levate it certainly wasn’t a home.
It remained in the same position, you knew you should’ve been petrified but his demeanor was inviting, it called out to you. His vocal vibrations perforated right through the barrier and enchanted the soles of your feet leading you to inch closer and closer to it.
“I can’t. .” you mouthed.
You looked back into the thicket there was nothing left for you here.
One step closer.
The bottomless feeling of loneliness vanished and was replaced with optimism. You shouldn’t wait to go far away.
“I shouldn’t. .” you mumbled.
“Come to me,” you heard, the voice was monotone, displaying no real sense of emotion, “we must make haste.”
“No. . no. .” Your objections convinced no one at all, not even yourself—but your eyes were closed and you shook your head vigorously, “No. .” you chanted over and over.
The voice which was once louder than yours, sounded farther and farther away, its words became muffled and disintegrating in your head. Suddenly, there was a shift and his pleas to have you disobey the rules set upon your life became cries for help.
“Help,” it repeated once over.
“Shut up.” You screamed, finally opening your eyes, there was nothing but darkness. . and you were laying in bed.
You were just dreaming.
You sighed, relieved to learn that you were not on the brink of insanity. . a little deprived of formal human interaction but you weren’t entirely a lost cause yet. Perhaps, the whole thing was rooted from the lone thread which remained intact, the same one which was to eventually lead you right out of the Levate, if the Kim son was as merciful as he was rumored to be in the village back when you were younger.
You sat up on your bed, a cold bead of sweat traveled along your temples and once again you found yourself in solace within the night sky. It was peaceful, as usual, but you couldn’t help but wonder how far the sky stretched. Was there such a place on earth where the heavens met its end? A place where you could climb up the stars as you would a ladder and swim amongst them forever.
There was a whimper, initially, it was faint and you thought it came from a traveler on the pathway near the barrier. But the whines became louder and louder and they were followed with soft cries for help. Unfamiliar, to the one in your dream this voice sputtered much more emotion, whoever it belonged to, surely they were hurt.
You slid on your slippers and made kitten strides towards the front door of the cabin.
“Is there anyone here?”
You grabbed onto the door handle, before stopping for just a second to take a deep breath. After grabbing the lit up lantern from the nearby countertop you made your way out of the house.
“Where are you?” you called out once stepping off the last wooden staircase.
Realistically speaking, you were aware you should’ve armed yourself with a kitchen knife for protection—but you were steered by adrenaline almost; shaken with the possibility of your first patient in five years. Guzzled, with the idea of the presence of another human being on the premises.
“I’m on the left side of your lovely home.”
“Lovely. .” You scoffed, more like hell.
When you finally reached him, he was crushing your rose bush as he remained sprawled out on the ground.
“Are you in need of some assistance, sir?” You asked in the utmost innocent voice.
“Uh,” He groaned, “Yes. . yes please.”
“How did you end up past the barrier?”
“I came. .” he scratched the back of his head, his voice you noticed was grave, much lower than you could remember any man sounding like back in Hawkshead. It was soothing, and felt just as it does when the sun hits your skin on a hot summer day, “I can’t actually remember..”
“The barriers have that effect on people, especially those who were not cursed to be in here.”
“Cursed?” he asked.
“Yes, I’ll explain soon. How about I help you up and we can chat inside. I’m getting a bit cold out here.” You stretched for him to grab, he did, and you quickly led him to the safety of your home. You sat him on one of the dining room chairs and pulled the second one for you right beside him.
“Welcome to the Levate,” you placed the lantern on the table. The swaying of the candle’s flame reflected on his perfect fucking face.
Actually, was there anything more passionate than the word perfect? because if there was, it would still not be enough to describe the beauty of the man you’d just housed.
“The Levate.” He repeated, his expresso eyes glimmered under the flickering flame, they sparkled like the hundreds of bright friends you had found in the dead of night every dawn.
“Yes,” after washing your hands and gathering a bottle of whiskey, cloth bandages, tweezers, and a cold compress for his head you took a seat beside him
“Is this forest part of the village up ahead?”
“You remember Hawkshead?”
“Is that the village?”
You hummed.
“Vaguely.”
You placed the cotton cloth with ice against the bump on this forehead, “Is it ok if we remove this sleeve of your shirt?” You pointed at the bloodstained sleeve with the scattered holes which were likely a result of the thorns dug into his arm from your roses. He nodded, “does it hurt?”
He shook his head, “not really.”
“Can you remember your name?” You asked, slowly removing the shirt as to avoid more injury.
“Tae,” he winced. “All I remember is being called Tae.”
“Ok, Tae. .” you began, “This is going to pinch just a bit but you let me know if you want me to stop.”
Tae nodded. His arm had seven thorns adorning his honey-toned skin. “Do you remember anything about your family?”
“Not really,” You pulled out the first thorn and he winced, just six more to go, “I remember I have a mother and like 5 sisters but their names are blank. Is this normal here. . In the Levate?”
“Yes,” you pulled out two more, “It is. To on goers the Levate is a pause in time. This is the forest of abandonment—while in here your mind is on pause and all your memories are tampered by the forces casted upon the ambience.”
“So when I leave—”
“I have never had the liberty to leave but I believe I’ll be but a faint memory.”
“Are you stuck here?” You pulled out the remaining with little to no reaction from him.
You nodded. A faint smile was pressed upon your lips.
“I suppose I am.” After grabbing the whiskey and pouring some into a cloth you began dabing his wounds to prevent infection. His gaze was on you like a spell and while you tried to remain focused you couldn’t help the stutter in your movements as you began wrapping his arm up.
“What does that mean?”
“My great great grandmother made a very wealthy family in the village angry and ever since then the healing female descendents have been casted to an eternity of damnation here in the Levate. This is our home for the rest of our lives.” You looked right into his gleaming orbs in an attempt to hide the melancholiness in yours, his were soft; soulful; and you could easily map out the entire galaxy in them.
“Have you ever tried to just up and leave?”
“Others have tried but it didn't quite work out.”
“These people really hold onto grudges don’t they,” he shook his head.
“I guess it’s human nature.”
“What’s yours?” You stood to discard the supplies you had used to assist him. The ill-lit cabin was the worst reminder of what your human nature was; the Levate was too; your lineage; you were.
“To be alone.”
“And you believe that?”
“Doesn’t really matter what I believe because it is as it is. There’s nothing to change now and the only person who can is on voyages nowhere to be found.” Saying it out loud was unsparing—every time those hopeless words met your tympanum it added to the deeply rooted sentiment of wanting out, of searching for a better tomorrow.
“Who can?”
“Their son.”
“And he’s gone?”
You shrugged, “not dead just away from Hawkshead.”
He slouched back on the chair, lips spread widely in a yawn, his toned chest was exposed under the two torn buttons on his white top—he looked exhausted.
“Well this is the only home in the Levate but you are more than welcome to stay over as long as you like.” You offered.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, my tiny prison is your tiny prison.” You smiled.
“I love the decorative statements you’ve made here,” he unhurriedly scanned the cabin’s walls, taking it all in inch by inch, “especially this unique wall paper.”
“It’s sun dried flowers. . they were all dead.”
“Well they certainly bring life to the place.”
“Thanks.”
His smile was wide, so luminous it lit up the pathway back to the village even from here. “And where shall I divulge in my slumber? I require a lot of commodities, you know.”
“Of course, will a sleeping bag or a duvet do?”
“Duvet sounds lovely.”
“I’ll fetch that for you.”
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Mornings were always your favorite time of the day. You awoke, read a few pages from your ancestors journals or medical books, prepared a pot of tea and fetched the daily nutritional offerings left for you by those in the village. It was a routine, one you have grown accustomed to, and embraced dearly because it reminded you that despite being shunned away you were still here. Alive. Breathing.
You rubbed sleep off your eyes and sat up on the bed.
“Good morning,” the voice was invasive and although you knew Tae was here, you just weren’t used to having anyone around.
“Good morning to you.” you reciprocated, “you seem to be doing well this morning.”
“It was but a couple of scratches.” His back was still turned to you as he scrambled around on top of the stove, “I’m much better. I really hope you weren’t expecting me off this early.”
“Honestly, I thought you would’ve ran out of here as soon as the sun emerged.”
“Why is that?”
“A lot of men flee from the burden of not knowing. Actually, no. . Nobody has ever stumbled amongst my gardens before. I assume they would all run for the hills.”
“Assumptions are not facts.” Tae handed you a piece of bread and a small cup of coffee, “I hope you do not mind me staying just for a bit though.”
“That is fine with me.” You deliver softly. The only burden weighing on your shoulders was getting used to being around Tae and then having to watch him cross that barrier to his regular life back in the village without the faintest memory of you.
“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a seat next to you on the bed.
You nodded, “I’m alright.”
“So. .” he rubbed his hands on his slacks, “What’s on the itinerary for the day?”
“Not much actually,” you laughed as you were reeled back into your pathetic life, “there are very few things to do in here.”
Tae smiled so tenderly it felt as if you were floating on water—as if you were being swayed aimlessly on a body of water. Allowing the curvatures of his mouth to direct you as they pleased. It felt so refreshing having someone smile at you that way. You couldn’t quite get enough of it.
“Anything in particular you need to get done?”
“I need to go wash my clothes in the river.”
“I’ll come along.”
Upon making it to the river you landed at the usual spot on the river bank where a couple of boulders sat. You placed your basket on the ground and reached for the first item before smearing soap on it to slap, twist and rub the clothes against the rock.
You repeated the same for everything you brought over which was not necessarily a whole lot but you felt the need to distract yourself from being so indulged in Tae’s presence.
“So what are you going to do to arrange a meeting with this wealthy person to get you out of here?” He laid on the grass, his head touched your calf slightly and you swore you could feel the small sparks beginning to ignite as his dark hair tickled your skin.
“First, I have to see if he’s back in town.”
“And how would we know?”
You shrugged, “They’re pretty well known so I’m hoping word gets around and somehow makes it back to me.”
“That’s an absurd plan.” His protests were right but you really had no way of arranging for things to be executed in a better way.
“Well, Tae, that is the best I could come up with. There’s no other way.”
“Are you even being watched here?” He asked.
“I walked the perimeter of the Levate previously but I didn’t see anyone guarding it but all my previous ancestors who have attempted an escape have been killed shortly after leaving.” You twisted the cloth a bit harder against the hard surface.
“So they’re not caught leaving but instead on the road out of the village. I’m guessing they’ve been unlucky enough to encounter people who honor that wicked family.” Tae continued, “how many have tried to escape?”
“Two.”
“One’s a coincidence but I believe in a situation like this two might be intentional. I’m not sure I remember but there might be guards watching movement in and out of the village”
“Seems like it. . but I do not plan an escape. I wanna leave out of here honorably and to break this stupid curse once and for all. It needs to end with me.” You rubbed harsher and harsher.
“I promise I will remember you. I’ll help you get out of here,” he sat up and guided your chin towards him—your eyes met his once again. They were dark this time, almost black and you could tell he actually meant the words he said and even though you did not quite believe he had a say in remembering anything upon crossing the barrier you smiled either way. He believed in you and your hopes of getting out and that’s all that mattered.
“I’ll hold you to that.” You laughed playfully.
“You won’t have to wait long.” He held your hand and his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, “I promise.”
Promise. The density of the word was far too great and while you wanted to believe Tae’s dulcet words, you knew that even if unintentionally he would forget about your existence the moment he left.
His heart was in the right place but you could not get your hopes up on empty promises.
You just had to find the Kim son.
“It’s really no trouble. I don’t want you knocking door to door back at the village asking about the girl living in the woods.”
“I’ll do it if I have to. You are not your ancestors’ mistakes. You deserve a chance at a life to live.” His touch was still soothing against you, it mimicked the softness of silk and you could maintain your fingers intertwined for an eternity. Funny enough in this situation an eternity did not seem long enough to have Tae holding you as he was.
“I’ll be here.” There was a flutter in your heart—something you’ve never felt before, “I would ask about you but your memory is impaired at the moment.”
“Yeah,” He scoffed, “I’m hoping I’m an only child and hopefully a succeeding prince.”
“A prince would never set foot in Hawkshead.”
“Perhaps I was in search of my princess.”
“In Hawkshead?” you shook your head, “again. . unrealistic.”
“Not entirely.” He laid back on the grass and closed his eyes, “It is no secret how desperate princes tend to be.”
“So now you are desperate?”
“Perhaps,” he shrugged.
“Perhaps—” you reiterated, “and what exactly is his desperateness dependent on?”
“The lady I would be searching for I guess.”
“I’m sure there are countless potential maidens to choose from back in Hawkshead.”
“Hawkshead?” He chuckled amusingly.
“Well, yes, that was your intentional destination. Was it not?” A breeze swept swiftly easing the haze raging in your head as a result of Tae’s words and the scorching mid-summer sun.
“Intentional?” he shrugged, “Sure. But I believe I ended up right where I needed to be.”
“You believe so?” You hummed.
“I know so.” Tae was confident and the certitude behind his words sent a shiver down your spinal cord—just twenty four hours with him and your heart began to pounce at your chest whenever his voice graced your ears. Your movements slowed and you felt breathless as if his being alone sucked the air right out of your lungs.
“The implications of this place are less than ideal don’t you think?” you resonated.
“You have lived it darling. Is the Levate substandard?”
“It is like a prison chamber,” you scrubbed the top in your hands so hard it felt like you were grating your palm on the boulder.
“Do you not believe yourself to be free?”
“I live the same days over and over again, Tae. There is no freedom within these borders.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
His being was alluring like one of those paintings your father kept in his study back home. The soft strokes of the emerald grass complimented the honey tone Tae seemed to have adopted for the duration of summer. Elegance augmented his features from his dark locks, to the soft smile curved at his face, to his attire.
He belonged in an art gallery.
He cleared his throat, “can I ask something?”
“Sure.”
“Is your love already promised to someone else once you leave this place?”
“No.” One word responses were not usually your forte but Taehyung’s question was rather surprising, although coming from the peak of his curiosity you expected nothing less, “why is that inquiry living in your head?”
“I wanted to decipher whether I would ever have a chance with you.”
“Perhaps, if it is written in the stars, we could meet back in Hawkshead and during courtship we could attend the balls in each other’ arms.”
“The balls are pretentious and congested with chaotic gestures of desperate daughters. . I want no distraction in my attempt to romance you,” he was a sweet talker, you had noticed, swatting the butterflies in your stomach was useless — you could already feel yourself colliding against him.
“In society we would not be granted the privacy you require. .” you shook your head, “do you want a forced marriage at the cost of your hands accidentally touching mine?”
“Not forced. . My willingness is voluntary.”
“You live inside the fantasy brick walls of your creative mind..”
“Are you saying you would mind?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Good. Now push over,” He kneeled beside you making your elbows grace each other ever so slightly. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose or if he even felt what you did but your feet levitated into the stratosphere. His touch even unintentionally swept you right off your feet, “allow me to give you a hand.”
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It’s been three days since Tae stumbled upon your rose bushes and sadly it was his last night here in the Levate. He was to cross the barrier early morning and embark on his quest to help you out of here. . if he even remembered.
You really hoped he did but there was no certainty and that very detail would gnaw at your anxiousness until you were given the chance to be face to face with him once again.
“What are you so deep in your head about?” Tae asked from his position on the floor.
“Many things.”
“What? Will you miss me?” He joked.
Yes. You wanted to shout out but you didn’t.
“Not one bit.”
“I don’t believe you,” you were sure there was probably a smug expression plastered on his face but you were too busy glancing out the window to verify, “your days were graced by my charm.”
“So narcissistic,” you heard him gasp, “perhaps you are a descendent of royals after all.”
“It is in my bloodstream.”
An ear-splitting silence fell between the two of you. You realized even just his company sufficed to provide you with warmth and comfort you needed.
“Have you ever tried to count how many stars look over us every night?” The vibrato of his whispered; grave utters bounced right off of the oak walls.
“That would be impossible.” The luminous points invaded the night sky as they did every other night. They were your faithful companions.
“Not at all,” slumber was catching up to him. You could hear it in the stammering, “every night as we lay under the same sky, let’s both count the stars until we finally get to reunite once more.”
“How would we know we are watching them at the same exact time?”
“Just trust your heart.”
“I know it’s selfish. .” you began, “but I wish you could stay for a bit longer.”
Tae did not respond, not vocally anyway. Instead, he turned in the direction of your bed from his place on the floor. His expression was tender, his cheeks were impaled by dimbles.
You would miss his company, and his eyes, and his smile, and the unspoken intimacy you felt dancing between the two of you. You wondered if he felt it as intensely as you did even in such a short time? You wouldn’t dare ask—but your heart was convinced he did, while your head remained on his departure the following morning. No matter how many times he promised, you were aware you would be a granule of sugar in a short three days of his abundant existence, one he would not be able to remember the moment he walked out on the other side.
You wanted to kiss him so badly. His lips were so inviting. . It would be your perfect departure from him.
But there was no use if he would not be able to recall any of it once he crossed over.
“I would stay with you forever,” he murmured.
You opened your eyes abruptly—but he was already fast asleep. Surely, you’d imagined it.
Surely.
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“Lord Kim,” a voice sounded through the other side of the door, “are you decent?”
He hummed back groggily and almost immediately his doubled doors were pushed open. The Butler of the Kim estate, Hoseok, invaded his dormitory.
“I told you since I have come back, Hoseok,” he yawned, “you are more than welcome to refer to me as Taehyung.”
“Of course Sir,” he stumbled, “I mean, Taehyung.”
Taehyung sat up on the canopy bed surrounded by fine silk sheets. Ever since he was able to make it home after being missing, life in the Kim estate seemed like so much for just one person. It all did. This bed, his room, his new title as Viscount Kim ever since his father passed away twelve months prior.
Before making it to Hawkshead, Taehyung had gone missing for a period of three entire days, and although his mother had kept this information from him at the time, he managed to obtain the location from where he was found by staff in the manor after his mother passed just nine months ago.
They told him he had been laying down near the northern border of the Levate forest geared towards the entrance of the village.
Back then, he was coming back home to assist his mother with the funerary ceremony for his father—but after losing her as well just a few months after he was shackled to this place as he was officially the new and esteemed, Viscount Kim Taehyung III.
“I just wanted to announce that dinner would be served in about ten minutes, sir.” He did not make it a habit to correct Hoseok on the usage of anything but his name once again. For, he knew his father and ancestors before were rather stern with how they managed life around the home.
He knew his changes would take some getting used to.
“Would you like me to close the drapes, Sir?”
“No, Hoseok, they’re fine. I like to look at the night sky before falling fast asleep.”
“Very well, I’ll see downstairs in ten.” Hoseok walked towards the door and reached for the golden handle before opening it.
“Hoseok,” Taehyung called out, “the files that I requested a few days ago. Have they been fetched yet?”
“Yes sir, they’re bringing up the last of the few boxes and everything should be in the study right after dinner.”
“Thank you so much, Hoseok.”
Hoseok disappeared behind the mahogany door and Taehyung was left alone once again.
Just him and his thoughts.
And somehow they always brought him right back to those three days he couldn’t even precisely remember. The Levate was always known to be desolate; scary and unexplored. Those were the stories his parents always recounted as a warning for him to stay away but he could not help the feeling that there had been someone out there who took care of him.
But who could willingly reside in that creepy forest on the outskirts of the village?
Tae walked over to his bedroom window taking in the sights of the stars swimming amongst the late night sky. In the couple of minutes he stood by he counted hundreds of them. There was a sense of serenity in being able to witness their brightness, there was a bubbling urgency in him in wanting to assign a number to all of them, although it seemed impossible.
He would one day, though, and that was a promise he made to himself.
After scarcely getting through dinner as he did not have too much of an appetite, Taehyung invited Hoseok over to the study in an attempt to get through all of the documents he needed to before dawn.
Under the flickering flames of the candles around the room, Hoseok took the couch with one box while he sat in the leather chair behind your father’s desk with two more. The first few documents detailed finances, work affairs and where your father usually geared towards for business encounters. On the bottom of the first box there was a folder with a black stamp sealed in the top right corner, spelling the word, confidential in all capitals.
He quickly pulled out the folder and scattered the documents out in-front of him. It was a family tree with all of the female descendants circled in red ink for the last two-hundred years. There were two years listed under every single name, one for which they were banished and one for the date indicating they had passed away.
The most recent one showed the latest descent had been banished around six years prior.
Taehyung, flipped through a couple more pages in the document before landing on the agreement between the council, the Kim family and the first ancestor to have been banished.
Apparently, she had attempted to assist in the birth of a Kim ancestor hundreds of years ago who passed during the delivery and instead of public execution, they had sentenced her to banishment in the Levate. Although not stated in the original document they made a new regulation after her passing to imprison all the female descendants on her side of the family as a repercussion to avoid the death of any more babies in the village by the carelessness of their hands.
“This is absurd,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “come here, Hoseok. Did you know about this?”
Hoseok hovered over your shoulder as he began scanning the document, nodding slowly as if he wanted to lie instead but opting against it in the end.
“I found out when it was time for your father to banish the recent descendant six years ago,” he leaned on the dark walls of the room, “but your father wasn’t as understanding as you are. He threatened me and my family in exchange for my secrecy.”
“But he’s been gone for months, Hoseok.” Taehyung reasoned, he was mad that the butler had not brought it up at least once in the past few months, “You’ve had so many opportunities to bring it up to my attention.”
“I did not know many details, Sir,” his lips quivered and Taehyung could see the exasperation glooming over Hoseok, “All I know is the latest descendent was banished and only you have the power to bring it to the council for reconsideration as a Kim.”
Taehyung’s expression softened, “thank you for providing me with the details now. Would you please seek out the council and arrange for a meeting tomorrow afternoon?”
“Of course.”
“This is all for tonight. Please let me know of the meeting time and location come early morning. Good night, Hoseok.”
“Good night.”
The meeting was arranged in the Kim garden early afternoon and while you had discussed some pressing points the council held relating to your parents passing, it was time for you to bring your own concern to their attention.
Most of the original council has now been overtaken by an earlier generation for reasons similar to your own.
“Joon, I presume Hoseok mentioned the reason for the calling of today’s meeting.”
He nodded as he gobbled on yet another tea sandwich, “he provided a brief synopsis.”
Joon was the descendent of the original founder of the council and whatever he said went. He was far less serious and strict than his father was but Tae supposed they all were. None of them were their fathers.
“Why don’t you detail what you want to propose with a bit more clarity, Taehyung?” Yoongi cut-in as he noticed Namjoon was far too indulged in the delicacies table. Yoon was more of the straightforward kind of guy and had fought tirelessly to be kept out of the council but with the passing of his father he had no choice but to step in as the eldest Min son.
“This is regarding the descendants of the Levate. I wanted to propose an official release as the original document was altered after the first healer passed away.” you detailed, “it is not fair to continue the imprisonment of those women in that forest.”
“I agree,” Jimin cut-in. His family was known for being quite liberal and you figured the recorded vote against the sending of that woman to the Levate all of those years ago came from his ancestor.
“That’s 2-5, as I am obviously voting against keeping her there,” Tae said.
“I’m with them seems a bit cruel and unusual,” Seokjin conquered.
“Same.” Yoongi said.
He was the more traditional man of the bunch so it surprised you when Joon seemed to be the bearer of bad news.
“I also agree with your arguments but the only way out of banishment for the healer is marriage to a Kim descendent. It is stated in the original document that you should have read Tae.”
“Don’t ‘Tae’ me if you plan to enforce the rules of our beastly fathers.”
“I plan to do no such thing,” Joon quickly argued, “but we were sworn in to provide transparency to the people of Hawkshead. We are not royalty by any means but as founding families we do not and cannot sit above the mandates of those who came before us, for if we do, how can the people trust in us as the new replacing founders.”
“I’m afraid he’s right, Taehyung,” Seokjin was the voice of reason, “we cannot afford having the village against our judgments and decisions at this time.”
This is not what he originally planned for.
“With all due respect Tae,” Yoongi began, “How about we near the borders of the Levate and summon the descendent. From there we can propose the marriage proposal and see where she stands. If it is not an option for her she will unfortunately have to enter back into the Levate until we can seek a viable way to get her out.”
“It is settled, she does not need to be paying for reparations of an accident that took place years ago. Therefore, all in favor of the marriage proposition to lift banishment say I.” Joon was an honest man, and Taehyung was sure the pressures of being head of the founding council was a heavy-bearing occupation and though this wasn’t the conclusion he was hoping for—it was a start.
A wave of I’s circled around him.
He hesitated but ultimately caved as he saw no other way as of now, “I.”
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Approaching the Levate was quite intimidating and it certainly did not help that Yoongi, Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon had offered to accompany you on the trip to the initiation of a possible loveless marriage.
They stood near the carriage as he walked towards the barrier. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as a wind of familiarity immediately brushed past his face the closer he got.
Taehyung hoped this would not seem odd to you but he was trying his best to get you out of the Levate as soon as possible.
Taehyung saw her figure nearing the border of the green pasture and automatically noticed her smile beaming from ear to ear. She was as radiant as the flowers embedded in the wealthiest of gardens in the village, as dazzling as the sun and her aura was as familiar as the late-night stars he had begun conversing with ever since he made it back home earlier that year.
“Tae, you’re back,” her voice was silky and your name sounded like honey dripping from her lips, “you promised and now you’re back.”
He cleared your throat “I promised?”
“Sorry,” she began, “yes, some months ago you had stumbled into the Levate after being back from a voyage. After falling on my rose garden. I did a miniscule job of pulling out the thorns and you stayed about three days before heading off,” her recount of the events cleared the patches of missing information within your memory.
“Why can’t I remember any of that on my own?”
“The barrier of the Levate erases your memory as soon as you cross over,” her eyebrows were furrowed, “but if you cannot remember how come you are here?”
“My name is Kim Taehyung III, a descendent of the Hawshead founding families. After the recent passing of our fathers the replacement council made it our mission to overturn the cruel mandates set forth by our ancestors.”
“Yes, we discussed that while you were in here,” she said softly, “although, I did not know then that you were the person I needed to speak to.”
“Your case was the first to come to our attention, mine especially, as a Kim descendent. In the unofficial documents by the founders however there is a minor detail standing in the way of your immediate liberation.”
“What is the minor detail?”
“The only way of our banishment for your family is through marriage.” Taehyung said.
Her pupils were blown and her voice quivered, “who would I have to wed?”
“Me. Otherwise you would have to remain in the Levate until the council finds another way to get you out.”
The agreement of marriage came unexpectedly to you but in your time together she had recollections of only pleasant memories plus made you made him promise to drag you along on his explorations when he had to go off on voyages.
You craved to see the world.
Taehyung agreed and after the small wedding ceremony with the founding families bearing as witnesses. The two of you became husband and wife in the local church after your meeting a couple of days prior. Everything was geared on high speed and happened just a few weeks after your meeting with the proposition.
The two of you barely had any time to talk between the legality of documents and the preparations of the hurried marriage.
“Are we all alone?” you asked, flickering on the lights of the family room as you walked in the Kim estate.
“It is the beginning of the honeymoon traditions,” he informed, “the house is left vacant for the husband and wives and the next couple of days we get to ourselves before embarking on a voyage to visit extended family.”
“Is my family still around in Hawkshead?” you asked to take a seat on the couch, he followed sitting across from you.
“They live a boat ride over now but not far. They were granted leave by my father as the remaining siblings seemed to be brothers who were born just a couple of years ago.”
“I have brothers?”
“Twin brothers,” he confirmed, “we can go see them tomorrow if you would like.”
“Can we go later on in the week?”
“We shall go right before heading off to see mine early next week. How does that sound?”
“That sounds fine.”
He scratched the back of his head, “I forgot to thank you for your care back in the Levate. I am sorry I cannot remember anything about our time together.”
She shook her head, “it is not your fault my Lord. I was just happy I could assist, plus you made those three days the best of my time in the Levate.”
“You can just call me Taehyung if you would like.”
“Taehyung.” she repeated, “so it is true that the replacing founders are trying to implement structures of change to Hawkshead. They seem to be less austere and puritanical than their ancestors.”
He flashed a boxy smile in your direction, the one you missed so much over the past year, “I heard they are trying their hardest.”
“I am glad their compassion now graces the land,” you complimented, watching as his cheeks turned as red as the roses he had stumbled upon in your garden, “thank you Taehyung, for keeping your promise of getting me out of there.”
“No need to thank me. Unfortunately, my descendants were at fault for this entire ordeal. It is the least I could do.”
You gazed at the way his cherry lips were moisturized by his tongue. Perhaps, a nervous tic you had not quite picked up back in the Levate. Was he nervous? Replaying, the rather chaste kiss he left on your lips back at the altar and his clammy palms holding yours you deduced he was in fact nervous.
All you could ever think of however was his body heat in your proximity.
“It will forever be engraved in my heart that even after losing your memories of me after crossing the barrier, you still cared enough to get a stranger out of that situation,” you placed your hand on top of his.
“It was my basic duty after everything inflicted on your family all these years,” you noticed the change in his tone as he breathed out ruggedly, “please do not assume you owe me anything because of this. You do not.”
“I know you are a perfect gentleman, Taehyung but my heart beat for you the moment we met back in the Levate. What I feel is not forced or payment for your heroic antics,” his eyes remained on his lap and he seemed to be averting eye contact at all costs, “but that doesn’t mean you are forced to reciprocate something you cannot remember.”
“I cannot remember it,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “but I can feel the way my heart races when you come in my proximity. I felt it during our meeting. I feel it even now.”
The heat rose rapidly as you felt the way his eyes began mapping out your figure sprawled out on the couch. You figured it was a bit onerous though, as the wedding dress gifted to you wasn’t too flattering on your body. You made short strides towards him and stood in between his thighs, after unzipping the fabric you saw as it pooled at your feet exposing your inner-wear.
His carnal desires were reflective on the way his eyes scorched to a deep umber and his lower lip was blanketed under his teeth.
“Can I take you up to my suite?” The question sounded in your ears like a song being played delicately on the keys of pianos.
“Take me to your suite.”
Taehyung carried you bridal style sharing plenty of laughs at the countless trips and stumbles as he trotted up the stairs with you in his arms. You both finally made it to his massive sleeping chamber—it seemed a bit crazy how you were shoved into a tiny pocket of the Levate while Taehyung slept this lavishly every night.
You didn’t hold it against him but it was ironic how your worlds were destined to be so different and somehow clashed.
“Your house is so grand,” your eyes wandered through the different shades of blues adorning his room, “and to think you wanted to stay with me in the forest.”
“What?” he scoffed, “you do not see me as someone who can forage off the land?”
“You are far from the term, Kim Taehyung.”
“Assumptions are not facts,” he laid beside you on the bed and suddenly you were taken back to that morning in the Levate when he uttered those exact words.
“You have said those exact words to me before, you know.”
“My wisdom transcends the erasure of memories from a magical forest. You didn’t know?”
You giggled landing a soft punch on his elbow. “It seems I was not aware.”
“Now you are,” the tips of his fingers felt like waves of static shocks against your skin. He traced the outline of your chin, the nape of your neck, and collarbone before stopping where your cleavage began.
Your eyes were shut tightly as his cold touch continued exploring your searing body.
“Darling, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Taehyung, you have been the muse of my wildest dreams and the root of my deepest desires for the year following your leave,” you caressed his delicate cheeks with the back of your thumbs. He melted right into your touch, “I have longed for you and now I am finally here with you.”
“You waited for me?”
“Well realistically speaking,” you shrugged, “I had nowhere to go. My only option was to wait.”
He winked, “I will remember it my way.”
As a substitute to the small talk the both of you had engaged in to relieve some of the tension clinging to the air, you found yourselves leaning into each other at a leaden speed until finally your lips crashed into one another. His tender lips tasted of strawberries exactly as you imagined.
And the way his lips moved against yours was agonizingly mellow - and made you feel faint.
Who would have guessed being free could ever taste so sweet. . so fucking sweet.
The two of you were bare, crashing back into the ocean of his silk sheets. His wandering touch landed on your breast, while his kisses continued sweeping you off your feet. . his fingers focused on your nipple as he began rolling, pinching, and rubbing the sensitive bud.
“Taehyung. .” you breathed out.
“I’m just getting started,”
His pillowy lips trailed down your stomach leaving icy wet kisses on your skin leading you to succumb to the delicacy of his care. Your paradise you quickly realized was at the mercy of Taehyung’s ministrations.
The way he pecked your body so sweetly was intoxicating.
Just when you believed he reached his destination, he continued to travel lower and lower positioning himself between your thighs.
“Taehyung?” your eyes met his as he hovered over your arousal.
“Do you trust me darling?”
He propped your legs up on his shoulders. A yelp escaped your lips as your pussy was now placed right in front of his face.
Your heart began pounding against your chest blaringly - it became so potent you could almost hear its rhythmic beat against the shell of your ear.
“I trust you.”
The feeling was electrifying and beat through you like a bolt of lightning igniting a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. His effects on you were lost in the darkness invading your surroundings; still he devoured you as if you were the last meal he’s been presented with.
His tongue licked and sucked your clit. Your breath hitched and all your voice could manage were incoherent babbles accompanied by the chanting of his name.
“Y-you are so good Taehyung.”
He hummed against your folds.
“So good, Taehyung.” You repeated, lacing your finger into his dark strands.
There were spurs of white light behind your eyelids as you became enthralled in the way he continued to move against you. The pleasure was addicting and you were afraid your longing wish was to have Taehyung on his knees every hour of every day and at every given moment.
“Please do not stop,” He continued, “please.”
There were successions of shooting stars ornamenting the heavens and finally you reached the breath-taking place where the earth and the sky meet.
Your heaven.
“You were so good darling,” he paused, “you took my breath away.”
His voice is now deeper than you remembered. A train of moonlight invaded his dormitory. Taehyung looked as stunning as ever, his hair is a disheveled mess, his lips adopted a deeper hue of scarlet while his features were inundated with his sweat.
“Ready?” He asked.
“Yes.”
The feeling was foreign and dissimilar to the feeling you had experienced hen his mouth ate you out, you felt full with him inside of you and although initially there was pain, the more you grew accustomed to it the more pleasure you felt.
His hips moved slowly in and out of you.
Your whimpers mixed with his groans was all that could be heard through the house.
Still, his agonizing pace remained, while his finger landed back on your clit as he traced the number eight repeatedly.
There was no falter in his movements, continued, and continued and continued once again.
Those shooting stars from before burst into beautiful displays of fireworks and for the second time that night you reached your high.
When Taehyung pulled out of you he was still hard, “I am going to head to the bathroom.”
You cut-in, “can I help?”
“Oh,” he moaned, “can you?”
“I want to.”
He sat at the foot of the mattress and patted the spot next to him for you to sit—you did.
“Use your hand. Is that ok with you darling?”
“Yes, can you guide me?”
“Of course.”
The tip of his cock disappeared behind your grasp while his balmy palms covered yours. He guided you down to the base and back up to the tip—the motion he set was swift and you could only ogle as Taehyung masterbated using your hand for release.
The thought made you wet all over again.
He whimpered, “I’m so close.”
His hand remained on top of yours but his motions were no longer leading, he was too engrossed in his own pleasure. You hastened the speed, now determined to help him feel as good as he made you feel.
His whispered moans only motivated your movements until finally his come covered your hand.
After disappearing for a couple of seconds Taehyung walked back from the wash room with a towel in hand, “sorry I didn’t warn you about this,” he wiped you all clean.
“I liked it,” you murmured, “I would like for you to teach me many more things.”
“We have a whole eternity for that darling.”
“Eternity. . That sounds nice.”
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author’s note: this feels a but rushed in certain parts and I apologize for that but this story is been something that has taken way too long and I was truly just looking to put it out — hopefully it’s enjoyable though.
thanks for reading. comments, likes, reblogs and messages are always appreciated. let me know what you think <3
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(Tae)ke Me On
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synopsis; where taehyung is no stranger to seducing tourists and reader is a stranger to flirty photographers – but not one night stands. when in France, do as the French do, no?
pairing; photographer!taehyung x tourist!female!reader
genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, Paris au, photographer au, tourist au
warnings; some minor manipulation in the form of jealousy, cursing, dancing with two left feet, ice cream dates and indirect kisses, museum dates and art appreciation, the realization that moments are fleeting and so are feelings, explicit sexual content, dirty talk in French, soft and dominant taehyung, equally as soft and dominant reader, overstimulation, determination, bliss, cold sheets, warm hearts and lingering memories
rating; 21+ MINORS DNI
w/c; 5,507
a/n; taehyung just looks so pretty in Paris that I had to write something about it. this is loooong overdue and I’m so sorry but writer’s block is real y’all. be sure to give your fav authors some love cause it can be hard. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content – like this! all the love, always.
networks; @btshoneyhive, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet
Paris, France — the proclaimed Ville d'Amour.
To you, it was a time well needed to get away from the stress of reality. The dead-end job, the shitty ex-boyfriend, the dull daily routine of life that was in desperate need of change.
To him, you were just another carefree, albeit gorgeous, tourist who saw things through rose-colored glasses.
And he couldn’t wait to crack them.
The air felt crisp, cold, and clear.
The skies were a effervescent shade of blue, with pillowy clouds scattered about. The hustle and bustle of tourists and residents around you served as a raucous kind of lullaby as you closed your eyes and savored all that this city had to offer - not noticing the photographer who saw you through his lens at a short distance away.
He pretended to be taking photos of the flowers that bloomed behind you, the various colors only enhancing the beauty that was naturally you. He inched ever so closer, just enough to angle his body in a way to capture the peaceful expression on your face within his lens crosshairs.
It was one lone click, followed by the sound of a shutter closing and opening on a camera that had your eyes blinking themselves open. For a second, you saw nothing as your eyesight once again needed time to focus on the light surrounding you instead of the dim darkness that was your eyelids.
When the blurry settled, and the saturation and vibrancy of the scenery around you sharpened, did you fixate your wondering gaze to the male who looked at you, peaking his head slightly above the frame of his camera. A hint of a dimple could be seen, as well as his boxy, closed mouth smile.
“J’adore ton sourire.”
{“I love your smile.”}
The once serene look on your face turned to one of shyness, your smile still present - bigger, but demeanor shrinking in on itself. You had no clue what he spoke, but the gentle way his eyes shined at you had your body yearning for more from the mystery male. He adored the way your cheeks let off a cherry hue, and could only daydream how they would look along with your skin as your body writhed with pleasure underneath him. Or, if he had a choice, above him.
Only one way to find out.
“Je peux vous offrir un verre?”
{“Can I buy you a drink?”}
You said the one word you knew in French, having memorized quite a few social phrases before coming, so you knew what he asked. Though forward, you welcomed the thrill — the adventure — as a foreigner.
“Oui.”
{“Yes.”}
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Monday
You threw your head back in laughter as he dipped your now bent over figure gracefully, your arm secured around his neck and his at the curve of your back. When he pulled you back in, your chest was flush against his. In your liquor induced haze, you missed the way his eyes flashed with a hidden glint to them, the seemingly permanent smile on his face never faltering.
“I thought you said you were a bad dancer?” He eyed you dubiously, and you let out a snort of laughter, hand raising to cover your nostrils and mouth with wide eyes.
He let out a boisterous laugh and gently tugged your hand away from your face, the glint gone, but replaced with a now playful and mischievous air. You opted to fan your face instead, the humidity of the small pub and humility of your rather unladylike action taking a toll on your emotions and body respectively.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”
His deep, baritone, voice filled your mind as he encompassed you into a tight hug, his mouth outlining the shell of your ear. This dude loved touching in any way, shape, or form. You chalked it up to his lineage, his facial features resembled that of Asian descent and yet his personality and mannerisms screamed French. To you, it was a dangerous duo, but you couldn’t get enough.
When he told you that he spoke three different languages, including yours, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how one could know so many, but the prospect of him teaching you a different language filled you with excitement, a promise he said he would own up to when you agreed to see each other again after today.
“We should call it a night, yeah?”
Your legs felt like noodles, your head was fuzzy, and images were slightly blurred. It wasn’t until you leaned your full body weight against him, did you come to the realization that you were beyond tired and still jet lagged. His hands stabilized your wobbly figure with a firm grip on your waist.
Blowing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you replied.
“Yeah–I should head back to my hotel.”
“Would you like me to get you a cab?”
“Please.”
His hand hovered on the small of your back as you slowly made your way to the front of the club. The immediate relief you felt as you stepped onto the sidewalk had you tilting your head up to the now night sky, a multitude of stars twinkling alongside the crescent moon.
A drunken night goer collided into you, sending your already unstable self backwards into the awaiting arms of your savior. His arms encased your torso with a vice grip, his own heels digging into the cracked concrete in order to be sure that he didn’t go falling himself. He threw a curse word that went unheard at the inebriated back of the mystery person – and even though you knew it was a bad word, the way it sounded in French as he shouted it over your head had your body warming with a mix of emotions.
Majority of you was entirely grateful for his presence, a good chunk of you was beyond happy with the generous amount of time you were able to spend with him where he showed you both popular and hole in the wall attractions. He essentially played the part of your personal tour guide with how rich with knowledge he was of the history of Paris.
You really lucked out.
“Thank you.”
He was still mumbling curse words under his breath, staring daggers into the direction he watched the night stroller head in until he was gone. It was your own barely audible mumble of gratitude that had him awkwardly maneuvering his face at a weird angle to see the front of yours. His brows pulled together in confusion.
“Why are you thanking me?”
“For–,” you struggled to come up with words, the list of many things you were thankful for being long in itself that you opted for the shorter and simpler route. “–everything?”
It ended up coming out as more of a question at the end than a confident declaration, and it had you inwardly cringing with just how out of touch you were with flirting since your ex walked out of your life.
“You’re wel–,” his head perked up as he fixated at something over your shoulder. Before you could utter another syllable, he put two fingers in his mouth and blew a sharp whistle followed by waving the same hand animatedly back and forth.
The squealing of tires is all you heard before a yellow taxi cab slowed to a stop in front of you two. Keeping an arm around your waistline, he stepped one foot off the sidewalk to open the car door for you. With a gentle smile and push at your lower back, you stepped off the sidewalk yourself. His hand then grabbed yours to stabilize your movements so you could swiftly, and ungracefully, plop your butt onto the clothed back seat.
Making sure you were fully inside, he then carefully shut the door for you. You clumsily went to roll down the window and he chuckled in amusement at your hasty movement. Once it was halfway down, did you poke your head out of the window to ask him a question.
“Kim Taehyung.”
Your brows rose and your mouth was left open in an ‘o’ shape as you watched his mouth form the words as if in slow motion. How did he know?
“Y—,” again, you were cut off by his psychic abilities.
“My number is on the napkin I slipped inside your coat pocket. Call me when you wake up and I can give you a more in depth tour of the sights.”
His boxy smile, accompanied by the confident yet suave wink he sent your way as the driver pulled away from the curb had your heart racing in anticipation of the day to come. A smile of your own lit up your face, making his own become broader. The same smile turning into one of confusion as a slender, manicured hand slid its way around his shoulders and a mystery woman kissed his cheek.
He missed the way your face dropped into one of morose when he pivoted on his heel to greet the woman with a kiss on each of her cheeks. You pulled your head back into the cab, his attention on you long gone as you sulked in that taxi cab the rest of the way to the hotel. The only comfort you had was the lightweight napkin that you fished out of your coat pocket, and – true to his words – had his number written down on it with a ‘call me’ elegantly written in red ink.
It was the French thing to do, you rationalized. They could just be friends. He seemed surprised to see her, therefore he had no idea she would be there. Yeah, you thought with a sullen nod, it was a spontaneous meeting. That must be it.
Another lingering thought crossed your mind as you reread the scrawl.
He didn’t even know your name.
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Tuesday
“Y/N Y/L/N”.
The flat of his tongue was licking the side of the waffle cone that housed his now dripping ice cream as he hummed in acknowledgement. You could feel a drip of your own strawberry ice cream land on your thumb and you made quick work in licking it away as well.
“Beau prénom comme toi.”
“Something–,” you wracked your brain over the common words he’s already taught you. “Beautiful?”
He nodded, smiling at you encouragingly, and gestured at you with his ice cream to continue. Nibbling on the waffle cone, you tested the thoughts in your head out loud.
“Beautiful name?”
His body rose in front of your seated position on the large fountain you were both resting at as he began clapping for you loudly and exuberantly. In the process he ended up with his remaining ice cream on the floor. You grinned at him shyly, mockingly bowing in turn. A few giggles escaped your lips at the fallen frozen treat.
“Like you.”
He sat back down next to you as he said this. It was with such confidence that you wondered if he uses the same tactics with other foreign girls only in town for a week – or, and you highly doubted this – if you were considered special. You’d like to think the latter, but your gut told you it wasn’t true.
A finger poked the crease lines that began forming on your forehead in between your eyes. Attempting to look at the invading digit, had your eyes crossing comically in a way that had Taehyung leaning into your face with a coy smile.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Swatting the finger away, you rolled your eyes at him. His mouth began to open, and you had no doubt that he was about to spew some other flirtatious comment your way. Deciding your poor, little, hopeless romantic heart couldn’t take anymore feigned interest, you shove the remainder of your own ice cream into his mouth. His eyes grew wide, as he opened his mouth more to accommodate the sugary, strawberry goodness with a surprised grunt.
He brought up a hand to clamp around the waffle cone, eating half of it in one bite that would’ve taken you a good minute to finish yourself. Swallowing, he gave you a smirk with narrowed eyes.
“Do you know that we just indirectly kissed?”
“You’re insufferable, do you know that?”
All he did was laugh in glee at your flustered face.
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Wednesday
You both began sprinting for the nearest awning cover you two could find, the cold and relentless rain having no qualms with drenching your shivering forms otherwise. The rain caused several curls to appear that plastered to Taehyung’s forehead and it made him look even more irresistible than he already was. But you? You probably looked more like a drowned raccoon, positive that your eyeliner and mascara were smeared when you made the mistake of wiping water from your eyes.
“Who was that woman?”
You hoped you came off as more nonchalant and curious, rather than accusatory. Though, now, you figured – was as good a time as any to ask the loaded question that will either quench your doubts or fuel them. It didn’t look like the rain was going to let up anytime soon, and conversation was the perfect distraction.
His eyes looked at you, but his body stayed forward. You mimicked his pose, doing your best not be stiff as you waited for his response. His lip quirked up, but he repressed the smirk that wanted to show. He was selfishly wondering when you would bring it up or if you even witnessed the planned exhange. Not that you needed to know that part.
“A friend that’s also in town for the week.”
You resisted the urge to eye roll. Friend could’ve meant anything and gave you nothing in terms of feeling assured you had no current competition of your male companion’s company for the remainder of the week.
He looked down at his watch with pinched brows, and what seemed to be actual concern on his face. He sucked his lip between his teeth and made a sound of disappointment. This made you turn towards him with your own worry lines adorning your face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was actually supposed to meet her not too long after our stroll ended, but this weather is going to make me have to postpone our date.”
It’s a good thing his attention was still focused heavily on his watch, the resound sigh escaping his lips shortly after his wounding ending statement – so he was able to miss the hurt that crossed your features at his words, it having been hidden by once again returning to your fixed position, your hair securely shielding your face from him.
“I’m sorry our stroll ended up causing you to miss your date.”
A loud crack of perfectly timed thunder was able to conceal the forceful tone you used in reiterating the dreaded ‘date’ word, leaving him none the wiser to your inner turmoil. Or, so you believed.
He coughed into his hand to cover up the smile that wanted to form. It was always the same with Americans, they get jealous so easily. If only you knew that the date wasn’t really a date and it was with his guy friend and not the woman you saw previously — but, again — you didn’t need to know that. This was far more amusing to him, though it only confirmed his suspicions more on you taking a liking to him.
Good. Very good. The week was halfway done already and you two have yet to share a kiss, let alone get anywhere close to his end goal with you, but it was all apart of his plan.
And his plans never fail.
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Thursday
You could not believe what your eyes were seeing.
Taehyung stood off to the side, not too far from you, but enough room to give you your own space as your eyes took in the sight of what was in front of you. Him having seen it countless times, he just tilts his head in order to get a better view of the awestruck expression on your face rather than the infamous painting.
The Mona Lisa.
Unbeknownst to him, a small smile erupts on his face while watching you, a common occurrence he’s been catching himself doing lately. Along with it, always came the damning butterflies that he didn’t know what to do with. Normally, he would only have a one track mind that hindered such thoughts, but alas – not when it came to you.
With you, he’s actually rejected other female’s company. Not an ounce of regret could be felt when doing so and he wondered when your supposed friendship might’ve crossed the line to something more. Something deeper. If he didn’t live in this city for so long he would’ve hashed it up to the romantic aura that seemed to come with it as the perpetrator of his sudden affections for you.
What kind of black magic have you cast on him?
“–ello?”
He blinked out of his stupor to come face to face with your amused one. Your head was tilted, but the smirk on your face let him know that you had an inkling on what he was thinking of, if not for the way he was zoning out on you specifically held any hints.
You weren’t used to it. All the attention, all the touches, all the minuscule glances he would send your way thinking you had no clue – but you did.
And you had no clue what to do about it.
Or, rather, you did know what you wanted to do.
It was just a matter of how you could accomplish it.
You cautiously touched your fingers with his as you two walked to the next framed piece of artwork, and not too long after did you feel his own slide between yours and encase your small hand in his.
This was a start. But you only had one more night left in this city and it was time to make the most of it.
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Friday
Much like your first day here in Paris, you had the warmth of sun above the sky to caress your face, eyes squinting as you tried to zero in on the tip of the Eiffel Tower that stood tall in front of your minuscule, ant like body to those who looked down on you from the structure. Though, you know it wouldn’t last for long, the orange and purple hues were just on the horizon to signal the start of the evening.
His arm brushes up against yours as he stands next to you, mimicking your current position.
“Beautiful, is it not?”
“It truly is a sight to see. I can’t believe I’m looking at it in person.”
“Would you like to go to the top?”
You switch your focus to his, eyes widening in disbelief.
“Could we?”
His signature boxy smile appears.
“Let’s go.”
Due to modern technology of an elevator, it doesn’t take long for you both to make it to your destination in minutes. You step out and are instantly in awe at the dazzling sight before you that is Paris at night. The lights flicker sporadically, shadows in the form of cars and shapes of people filter through them continuously. It’s hard to believe you’re here right now. So much so, in fact, you need to ground yourself somehow.
Your hand flails at your side, looking for some sort of proof that you’re not dreaming and this is just an insanely vivid fever dream. A hand secures your wandering one in a firm, yet gentle grip. Slender fingers interlocking with yours has your heart in a frenzy. It just works to make the moment all the more surreal.
You can hear Taehyung let out a low chuckle.
“All you American’s seem to share the same reaction, you know? It’s cute.”
He might as well have been talking to a wall, that’s how much you were still enamored with the man made beauty around you. It’s true, if you were to take a gander at all the tourists around you, you would find the same wide eyed, dazed look.
The only difference between them and you was, well, him. Finally breaking yourself out of your stupor, your eyes shift to his that are already staring at you. You can feel the tension that’s slowly starting to build the longer you two stare. It’s exciting, it’s thrilling, it��s everything you were hoping for on this whirlwind of a trip.
Taehyung noticed the way your eyes seemed to somehow become even more dazed as you gazed at him, which is how he knew the moment had arrived.
It was time.
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Teeth clashed against teeth, tongues battled for dominance, clothes were strewn randomly on the floor as soon as you stepped foot into your hotel room. The curtains were only half drawn, letting the dark room be naturally illuminated by the moon’s beams that cast an almost magical glow onto the white bedding of your bed.
Said bedding just gets kicked off in the lust fueled dance of bodies, knowing the material would only hinder certain movements and cause more sweat to transpire as the night goes on.
Before you know it, he’s hovering over you, hair dangling in front of your face that semi shields his blown pupils as he locks eyes with yours, a question lingering in them. Your bare foot slides down his toned butt cheeks before your heel digs into the supple flesh of one cheek to bring his lower body closer to yours.
The one push alone causes the head of his bulbous, condom wrapped, throbbing member to bump into the hood of your clit as it slides up and down your wet folds with ease. The sensation causes a sharp inhale from you, that only gets let out when he pulls a throaty moan from your lips, inserting only the tip into your core. His forehead drops into the naval of your breasts as he watches his cock slip further into you, your own legs spreading to accommodate him more. If it wasn’t for the shaggy hair that blocked your view, you know you would be doing the same.
“Dieu, tu es si mouillé.”
{God, you’re so wet.}
“I have no idea what you just said, but fuck–,” he pulls out all the way, only to snap his hips against yours to sheath himself again. “–keep talking.”
There’s a mixture of what sounds like a grunt and laughter as he kisses the valley between your breasts. He complies, both the accent and the words you presume to be dirty, only spurs on the tight coil in your stomach that’s begging for release.
You let out a broken whimper, your back arching off the bed that Taehyung uses to his own advantage, securing one toned arm around your back to hold you up and switch positions. His back is now against the headboard as you straddle his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders and nails digging into the flesh as your body wracks with your first orgasm of the night.
His heels dig into the mattress to get a better angle as he pistons in and out of your dripping hole, his hot tongue latching onto one of your nipples that he accidentally bites when his own orgasm takes hold. Your immediate reaction is to grip his hair and yank his head back and off your nipple, but what you come to find has you parting your lips in a silent ‘o’.
Taehyung’s eyes are closed, face scrunched with both pain and pleasure, the action making him let out a gutteral, near animalistic moan. The lewd sight makes you feel powerful. His eyes are still closed when you decide to swivel your hips against his, making figure eights. Your pace is fast, one hand keeping a vice in his hair, the tips of your nails digging into his head, while your other hand clutches onto the top of the headboard for support.
Much too quick for his liking, his eyes burst open, his mouth mimicking yours with a silent moan, but you can feel his entire body tense as you work his second orgasm out of him. His eyes are pooling with unshed tears that pulls at your heartstrings, and you slow your brutal pace to a more sensual one as he rides out his orgasm. His body eventually relaxes, sagging back into the headboard.
Finally releasing the death grip on his hair, your own body comes to a full stop as you lean back against your hands on the bed to give yourself your own little break from the workout you just had.
“Comment es-tu réel?”
{How are you real?”}
He chuckled mirthlessly, head falling back to join his body in exhaustion, but his eyes are still locked with yours. All you do is smirk sinfully at him, not knowing at all what he just said, but having a feeling it has to do with your stellar performance.
His hands roam over your stomach, the tips of one hand hovering dangerously close to your exposed clit from the position your in. He sees when your lower body tightens, your hole fluttering around nothing. His now semi hard member slipped out for the most part when you chose to sit your butt back on the mattress between his legs instead, though due to his impressive length, the tip still stayed in.
Two fingers gently pry your folds open, your essence still dribbles from the prior stimulation down his cock that coats his fingers in seconds when he shifts to inserting two fingers up to the knuckle above his shaft, slowly scissoring you open and stretching you. Your head falls back against your shoulders, and you do your damndest not to close your legs out of sheer instinct to lock the fingers inside your pussy greedily.
You’ve never felt this full before, it was almost overwhelming. A quiet sob escapes your lips, that has you slapping a hand over your mouth. Your lower body shakes, as you refrain from moving against him, knowing your body is still tired and wouldn’t be able to handle the strenuous activity again. But god, did you want to cum so badly.
Please. Please. Please. Please.
“I got you, baby. I got you.”
You don’t realize that the mantra you thought was in your head, was actually being spoken out loud, mumbled behind your hand. Though, you can’t find it in yourself to care at the moment. Your only focus being on finding your own pleasure.
He brings his other hand up to rub lazy, but pressured circles on your engorged clit. Your body twitches at the sudden onslaught, and to further your building pleasure, Taehyung begins to minisculely move his hips in short movements.
Your legs begin to shake as the pressure once again builds, the coil tightening in you to the point of bursting at any second, yet you wanted to scream at the fact your orgasm was teetering on the edge of occurring, but not.
You hated being a girl sometimes, having to deal with the agony of your own body denying you an orgasm right away.
Taehyung began to grunt, his cock now fully hard, though he paid no mind, his only goal being to coax you to your high. His brows were scrunched, teeth digging into his bottom lip, sweaty curls plastered around his flushed face and neck. His hand was cramping, his legs were cramping, his arm was cramping, but he fought through it.
Sharp pants began to take hold of you, your chest heaving in a rhythmic pattern. The hand that was once over your mouth, now joins your other hand in clutching the bed sheets in a death grip and you stare up at the ceiling with watery eyes, a determined look on your face.
Throwing all caution to the wind, you finally begin swiveling your hips in time with his hand movements – the lewd, wet, squelching that resounded throughout the room surprisingly only doing the bare minimum amount in helping you.
There’s one factor you noticed that stopped.
Taehyung’s French. You needed to hear it.
“French.”
You grind out, eyes still honed in on the celiling. He lets out a grunt of confusion, not expecting you to talk, so your words fall on deaf ears. It nearly makes you growl when you say it again.
“French. Now.”
“Jouis pour moi. laissez-moi vous voir se dérouler. Christ. Tu es tellement belle putain.”
{Enjoy for me. Let me see you unfold. Christ. You are so fucking beautiful.”}
His voice is laced with a whiny undertone, and as if by magic, your orgasm explodes from within you. You sob in relief as your body falls backwards onto the bed, he chases your bodies movement to hover over you once again. He secures one arm around each of your legs as he lifts your butt off the bed to get a deeper angle to plow into your now dripping pussy at a break neck pace. Skin slapping against skin reverberates throughout the room.
“Holy fuck. Oh my god. Taehyung, please.”
Your hands are trying to push him off of you, the overstimulation making you see stars. Thankfully, it’s only mere seconds later that he collapses off to the side of you, his own chest heaving along with yours as you both now stare at the ceiling above you. Shadows flicker around the room from cars that pass by, the mumbled sound of cars honking and passing conversation being the only background noise to fill the silence.
“That was–,” his voice is raspy, laced with both exhaustion and the need to just close his eyes and sleep.
“Oui.” Your reply is met with a breathless chuckle, one you join in with soft laughter of your own.
He throws an arm around your waist, laying his head sideways between your breasts and then sighs in content. You mindlessly begin carting your fingers through his sweaty curls, and it’s not long before you hear soft snores coming from the male. Eventually, as you watch the shadows dance around the ceiling, do your own eyes get heavy, and you drift off into dreamland, a smile on your face.
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When you wake up, he’s gone.
A note, scrawled in elegant cursive lays on the pillow next to your head. A single rose accompanies it.
‘Jusqu'à ce que nous nous revoyions, mon amour.’
{Till we meet again, my love.”}
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You wouldn’t see him again for another two years, and by then, you’re no longer the same naive tourist you once were.
The skies were a effervescent shade of blue, with pillowy clouds scattered about. The hustle and bustle of tourists and residents around you served as a raucous kind of lullaby as you closed your eyes and savored all that this city had to offer - not noticing the photographer who saw you through his lens at a short distance away.
He pretended to be taking photos of the flowers that bloomed behind you, the various colors only enhancing the beauty that was naturally you. He inched ever so closer, just enough to angle his body in a way to capture the peaceful expression on your face within his lens crosshairs.
It was one lone click, followed by the sound of a shutter closing and opening on a camera that had your eyes blinking themselves open. For a second, you saw nothing as your eyesight once again needed time to focus on the light surrounding you instead of the dim darkness that was your eyelids.
When the blurry settled, and the saturation and vibrancy of the scenery around you sharpened, did you fixate your strong gaze to the male who looked at you, peaking his head slightly above the frame of his camera. A hint of a dimple could be seen, as well as his boxy, closed mouth smile.
“J’adore ton sourire.”
{“I love your smile.”}
The once serene look on your face turned to one of knowing, your smile still present - bigger, but demeanor becoming more poised. You knew exactly what he said, the mischievous way his eyes shined at you had your body yearning for more from the familiar male. He adored the way your cheeks let off a cherry hue, and couldn’t wait to see you writhe with pleasure underneath him again. Or, if he had a choice, above him.
“Je peux vous offrir un verre?”
{“Can I buy you a drink?”}
You recited the popular phrase you knew in French, having become more fluent in the love language since you last saw him, so you knew what to ask. Though forward, he welcomed the thrill — the adventure, the passion — as a once fellow foreigner did in a time past with open arms and mind.
“Oui.”
{“Yes.”}
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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.
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tiedyeflannels · 1 month
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Adventure of a Lifetime
Kim Taehyung x reader
Chapter 1 | Masterlist
A/N: HI!!!! Welcome to my new Tae series! I'm so excited to start this because it's something that I've been sitting on for a while now, so I'm really happy I got around to writing it and get to share it with you! Also, any dialog in italics is said in English and (Y/s/n) will be your sister's name. I didn't want to name her in case someone has the name I chose, so I'll let you decide the name. Anyway, I hope you come along for the adventure and I hope you enjoy the story!
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“Y/n, pack your bags! We’re going on a trip,” Jeong-Gyu exclaimed as he barged into my room in our shared apartment.
We had met in our first year of college during an art class and the rest is history, we’ve been best friends ever since. I furrowed my brows as I looked at him from my place on my bed. 
“What are you talking about? We haven’t planned a trip.”
He smirked.
“On the contrary,” he pulled out three slips of paper from his back pocket, “I seem to have three tickets to Korea that have my, your, and your sister’s name on them.”
He fanned them out and handed one to me. 
I took it and read the name on it, Y/n L/n. I
looked at him in disbelief, “Why and when did you do this?”
He flopped down at the foot of my bed and sighed, “Well you and Y/s/n are always talking about wanting to take a trip to Korea and I’m going back to see my family during break starting next week so I thought that I would take you two with me!”  
“Dude, how do you know that I’m not busy that week,” I asked, raising my eyebrows in defiance.
“Are you,” he challenged back.
I stared at him for a while before looking away with a pout, “No…”
He clapped his hands, “Aha! I knew it!”
“Listen, it doesn’t matter because I haven’t cleared it with my parents and you don’t know if Y/s/n can go.”
He got up and started for the door, “Done and she can go.”
He walked out and I hurriedly got up and followed him to the kitchen.
“What- when did that happen,” I asked, putting my hands on the kitchen island as he rounded it.
“I called your parents to ask if it was ok to take you two before I bought the tickets. As for Y/s/n, I asked her if she had anything planned for that week and she said “No. I never do” so all of the loose knots have been tightened,” he finished, popping a grape into his mouth.
I looked at him incredulously, “You. Are. Unbelievable.”
He smiled and shrugged, “I know! But make sure you start packing because we leave first thing Saturday morning!”
He happily ran off to his room as I processed what he said.
“Wait- You gave me a two day notice?! Jeong-Gyu!”
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“This is crazy,” I mumbled as we watched Jeong-Gyu talk with one of the people at the car rental place in the Incheon Airport.
“It’s cool and it’s a free trip! I’m pretty excited,” Y/s/n said, turning to me.
I turned back to her, “You are?”
She nodded.
“Even with the language barrier? You’re not worried?”
She shook her head.
“Nah, I’ve got you,” she gently bumped my shoulder with her own, “And him.”
She pointed over to Jeong-Gyu, who was now filling out paperwork.
“So the way I see it, I’ve got two free translators at the ready whenever I need!”
I lightly pushed her as I playfully rolled my eyes at her.
“That’s why I told you to learn some Korean! I’m gonna let you fend for yourself,” I laughed.
“You’re kidding. You would never do that to me,” she stated.
I looked at her with a smirk, “Watch me.”
She scoffed and pushed my shoulder. I glared at her before we both bursted out laughing. At that time, Jeong-Gyu walked up to us with papers and car keys in hand. 
“Y'all ready to head out? It’s about a three hour drive to Daegu,” he stated, looking between the both of us.
We looked at each other before nodding.
“Yep,” we said in unison.
We all grabbed our bags and followed Jeong-Gyu to the lot where we were to pick up our rental.
We got to the lot and searched for the license plate that matched the number on the paper. Once we finally found it, we placed our bags in the trunk and got in. Jeong-Gyu started the car and fiddled with the radio until he found something that we all liked.
“Alright, are you guys ready for the adventure of a lifetime?”
We cheered as he pulled out of the parking lot.
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“In my opinion, that drive was entirely too short,” I exclaimed as we arrived at his house and got out of the car.
Looking around, it was beautiful. There were trees scattered around the front yard that were in the process of growing out all of their leaves. A few bushes lined the front of the house and the left side of the stone driveway.
Jeong-Gyu scoffed, “What do you mean ‘too short’? That was the longest drive in my life.”
We walked to the back and he opened the trunk.
“We’ve had longer drives than that in the States,” Y/s/n deadpanned and I nodded in agreement.
“That’s true, but I was talking about the scenery. It was so pretty,” I gushed, taking out my bag and placing it on the ground.
Taking out the rest of the bags, he closed the trunk and looked at us, “It was nothing, really.”
Y/s/n and I scoffed.
“That’s because you lived here for the majority of your life. This is the first time we,” I pointed between us, “have seen this in real life.”
“Ugh, imagine it in the fall,” Y/s/n dreamily sighed. 
I sighed along with her at the image as Jeong-Gyu rolled his eyes and started for the front door. We quickly got out of our daydream and followed him up the stairs to the porch. As we were standing in front of his parents' house, I was starting to get nervous as he rang the doorbell.
“Are you sure it’s okay for us to stay here? We’ve never met your parents in person and I wouldn’t want to inconvenience them with us staying here,” I said, looking at Jeong-Gyu.
Before I could get an answer, the door opened.
“Nonsense! We’re more than happy to have Jeong-Gyu’s friends here!”
Chapter 2
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linos-luna · 5 months
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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
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azucarmorena97 · 3 months
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Pact
“You think we’ll always be friends?” He reaches into the bag you’re holding and haphazardly tosses a Cheeto into his mouth. You nod, looking straight ahead at the bright cityscape, “Of course.” “Wanna make a marriage pact?” He asks in a far too casual tone for such a serious topic. You roll your eyes, “We are not gonna be one of those cliché best friends that makes a marriage pact.” “Oh, come on. It’s not like it’ll happen- Odds are, I’m gonna find a beautiful model type or- or even an actress; but just as a backup plan, we can have each other.” “Backup plan, huh?” You smirk, chewing slowly. “Absolutely. It’ll be great because we’re already friends, ya know? So living together will be a breeze. It’ll be like…summer camp.” “Summer camp? You’re out of your mind.” “At least think about it, huh?” “Fine,” You sigh, passing him the bag and leaning back on the bench, arm extending behind him on the backrest. Marriage pact. What a clown…
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A/N: I know I have a marriage story already in motion with Jungkook, but should I expand on this idea? Yes? No? 🙈
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mykoreanlove · 6 months
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I listened to FOR US a bit too much 🤭
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You looked into his pleading eyes. Eyes so mesmerizing yet so sad, filled with tears that were about to spill.
It was the last night you shared with him. You had dodged the talk about ending this romance way too often but now time was up.
„Y/N, please.“
His deep melodic voice turned almost silent, accentuating the importance of his begging pleas.
He cared a lot about you. A lot more than he had anticipated actually. Tae chose every word carefully, asking you once again to consider his proposal.
„I would give it all up…for us.“
You heard him say that a lot the last couple of weeks but you never took him seriously. Why would he give up his life for you?
When you met him you had no idea who he was but that changed quickly. It didn’t take long to figure out that the handsome Korean boy you shared a bed with was a very famous and talented one. The idea of giving it all up seemed even more ridiculous now knowing you were entangled with one of Korea‘s sweethearts.
Tae came to your city to break loose and reinvent himself. He needed a break, a creative adventure to lift his spirits. You had no intention of being his short lived summer romance but you stood no chance. In no universe could you have resisted his charming smile.
Afternoon coffee dates turned into midnight meal courses at the beach, curious glances shifted into passionate kisses under the moonlight and initial feelings grew to a deep and intimate connection.
You always assumed that he felt the same way but would choose to go back to his life. After all, he was a famous musician with a very different life than your own.
You thought back to the first time he proposed the idea of staying with you. It was on one of your stay at home dates - cooking pasta and sipping red wine while jazz music was playing in the background. You ended up dancing in his wooden kitchen, slowly and sensually, enjoying every second of it.
Tae‘s lips found your neck and nibbled on your earlobe.
„I wish I could stay with you.“
Your stomach turned, you didn’t want to think of ending this. You lived in denial, yet loved him in reality.
Tae hugged you tighter, his lips brushing your ear once again.
„You know, y/n, I totally can. I can stay here with you.“
He wanted a loving response from you. He imagined you jumping into his arms and crying from happiness because you wanted nothing more than this, too.
But you didn’t.
You laughed it off and shook your head.
„Tae, are you crazy? You have a whole life waiting for you back home. Don’t be silly.“
He never gave up though. Initially, you thought he was joking. He just wanted to be cute and boyish, right?
But as time went by you understood that he was serious.
Tae was undoubtedly serious about you - he would have given up his whole life only to stay with you.
You thought back to him saying that, you thought back to him calling you his life.
It was after a passionate night in which you had barely slept. Tae kept you up for hours only to worship you over and over again.
He couldn’t get enough of you. He adored your whole body but it was the lower part that drove him wild. He kissed your thighs repeatedly, squeezed your ass every chance he got and disappeared between your legs for eternities.
Tae could be incredibly rough with you, only to be the sweetest and most caring one after. You would lie with each other, his arms wrapped around your body holding you tightly - as if he was afraid you would disappear if he got reckless for even a second. He placed sweet kisses on the crown of your head while sighing deeply.
„I don’t want this to end. I can’t imagine my life without you anymore.“
You looked up into his hazel eyes and smiled sadly. „Tae, you have a life in Korea. Did you forget?“
He chuckled slightly, you felt the vibration in his chest.
„Y/N, has it ever occurred to you that you are my life now?“
It had.
And you thought about it. Could it really work? Could Tae give up his life in Korea and stay with you? What about his career? And his fans? Would he be happy with you here leading a normal life?
You spent endless nights laying awake wondering about all this. You watched him sleep and tried to find an answer to all this, you really wanted him to stay, too.
You changed your mind though when you saw him perform.
Tae‘s demeanor changed, he was overflowing with happiness. He owned every stage, crowds hanging on his lips, admiring him for all that he was.
Undoubtedly he was destined to be a performer, an artist. Someone that thrived creatively, not someone that led a normal, boring life.
You couldn’t take that away from him. Or the world.
He would resent you for it in the long run anyway. You didn’t want him to hate you in the future because you terminated his career, his lifeline.
You couldn’t tell him though, he wouldn’t have accepted this as a reason. He was way too stubborn for his own good.
So you lied.
„Tae, listen. It was nice to know you and it breaks my heart but you need to go back. Let’s keep these precious memories in our hearts and be grateful. But life goes on, doesn’t it?“
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allysonhope · 2 years
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girl code | kim taehyung
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pairing: taehyung x reader (y/n)
genre: fluff, some angst
warnings: y/n and her best friend have a crush on the same guy, a little swearing, insecurities, taehyung being so cute, y/n not wanting to hurt her best friend, pining
words: 7.4k
summary: y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she won’t make a move because she doesn’t want to break girl code. that doesn’t stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move
based on a snippet i heard on tiktok of brynn cartelli’s new song girl code, which comes out this Friday! (8/5) i heard the song and i immediately fell in love and had to write about it LOL hope you all enjoy! i’ll add her username so if you want to listen to the snippet as well! :) <3 (tiktok: brynnzzyy)
My girlfriend told me she was into you that night we were introduced outside of the pub
“What are we waiting for? It’s so fucking cold out here! Let’s go inside!” My best friend, Lisa, complained to Jimin and me as we waited outside of the pub.
“We’re waiting for Jungkook! I already told you this. Stop complaining,” I chuckled as my two best friends bickered back and forth about waiting for our other friend Jungkook outside. “Why do you always have to complain about everything? Y/N isn’t complaining that is cold. Oh, and, look, there they are!”
I looked up to see Jungkook waving at us as he crossed the street with a random man by his side. I felt my heart beat quicken and butterflies flutter when I made eye contact with Jungkook’s new friend. He gave me a shy smile and made his way over to us without taking his eyes off of me. I took my eyes off of him when Jungkook stood directly in front of me and wrapped me up in a warm hug.
“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in forever!” He greeted me with a huge grin and a small kiss on my forehead. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, moving my head to the side so my ear was against his chest. With my new position, I saw Jungkook’s friend again, who was once again staring at me. I blushed but quickly looked away from him when Jungkook let go of me.
“You literally saw her this morning, dumbass. What took you so long? It’s freezing out here! And, why did you only say hi to Y/N? Did you forget Jimin and I existed too?” Lisa once again complained, making me giggle as Jimin and Jungkook groaned out in frustration with her nonstop complaining.
“That’s my bad,” the mysterious man spoke up, looking toward Lisa and Jimin briefly before smiling down at me. “I showed up at Jungkook’s house without any warning. I didn’t know that he had already made plans for tonight. I hope you all don’t mind me tagging along unexpectedly. I’m Taehyung, by the way.”
He put his hand out in front of me, hoping that I would shake it, but before I had the chance to Lisa slightly pushed me to the side and placed her hand in his, subtly biting her lower lip. “I’m Lisa. It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung. I hope you know that I’m not always this whiny. I just get a bit cold,” she pouted at him, causing him to let out a small chuckle.
“I don’t mind. My apologies for making you freeze.”
Taehyung then introduced himself to Jimin, while Jungkook pulled me toward the entrance so we could find a place to sit. When we found a table, we sat across from each other and Taehyung sat next to me, smiling warmly.
“Sorry, I don’t think we got to properly introduce ourselves to each other,” he talked into my ear since the pub was so noisy. His closeness and deep voice caused me to shiver slightly and I looked up to see his beautiful smile and comforting eyes looking down at me once again. “It’s Y/N, right?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion that he knew my name. I nodded slowly when I remembered Jungkook greeted me by name when he arrived.
“It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung,” I responded, putting my hand out so he could finally shake it which he did, but he also pulled it towards his lips to give it a gentle peck.
“The pleasure is all mine.”
Jimin and Lisa sat down at the booth with us, with drinks and food for everyone as we talked and joked around with each other. Taehyung surprisingly got along well with all of us and fit right in with our friend group. A few times, when he would talk, he would put his arm on the back of my seat or lean in closer to me when he was laughing. I didn’t want to think too much of it because we just met and he could possibly be extra friendly when he had a few drinks in him. I didn’t want to fall too hard for him already because I had known him for less than two hours and I don’t yet really know anything crucial about him. All I know is he has a beautiful smile, a contagious laugh, and a deep, comforting voice.
Jungkook had put the plate of cheesy bacon fries between us and occasionally would lift a fry up to my mouth to feed me out of habit. I didn’t think anything of Jungkook feeding me because it was normal for us to feed each other on a night out, but it seemed to confuse Taehyung when he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“I didn’t know that you and Kook were a couple,” I nearly choked on my drink when I heard him say that. I looked up at him with wide eyes and he tried to rub my back to control my slight coughing.
“Oh, no! Kook and I are not dating,” I nervously laughed when he raised his eyebrows in suspicion and gave me a small smirk.
“There’s no sort of relationship between you two? Then how come he only greeted you and why is he only feeding you fries?”
“Aww, do you want him to feed you some fries too?” We laughed together and I lightly patted his shoulder. “We’re just good friends. We don’t see each other like that, you know? We just so happen to get along really well and he likes to take care of me so feeding me fries is just him being kind.”
“Hmm, okay. I’ll believe you.”
“You know, Taehyung, it’s a little too early in our friendship for you to be getting jealous about other guys,” I teased him with a wide smile on my face. He smirked and leaned closer to my ear, his warm breath giving me chills once again.
“I just like to seek out my competition early,” he moved back to look at my face and winked before rejoining the conversation between Jimin and Jungkook. I blushed as I played with my drink.
That means that he feels it too, right? Some sort of connection. Some sort of attraction. I was pulled out of my thoughts by Lisa calling my name.
“Y/N, will you go to the bathroom with me?” She asked, sliding out of the booth. I, wordlessly, followed her lead and made my way to the bathroom behind her, but that wasn’t before I heard Taehyung’s quiet request for me, or maybe us, to hurry back.
“Y/N! Do you see him?” She squealed when we were finally alone. I looked at her with wide eyes, not liking where this conversation was headed. “He’s so beautiful! And funny. Oh my god, do you think I have a chance? Do you? Please tell me that I do!”
I felt as if my heart dropped to my stomach and I wanted to throw up all over her shoes, as I tried to figure out how to respond to her confession. Obviously, she finds Taehyung attractive. Anyone in their right mind would find Taehyung attractive. I knew that Lisa had a chance. She probably had a greater chance of getting Taehyung to fall for her than I ever would have for him to fall for me. She was absolutely stunning, funny, exciting, and overall, everything that I wasn’t. In more simple words, I am pretty simple. And a guy like Taehyung would never go for a simple girl.
“Yeah…yeah. Obviously, I think you have a chance. He would be missing out if he didn’t want to get to know you,” I fake smiled in her direction and I couldn’t help but feel happy for her when I saw her eyes light up.
This was only an attraction to Taehyung, and I will get over it in no time. I just want my best friend to be happy.
Lisa cheered and pulled me close to her, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yeah, and if you ever gave Jungkook a chance, then he would be the luckiest man on this planet,” she added cheekily, causing my eyes to roll.
“Jungkook and I don’t like each other like that! We’re just best friends.”
“I know, but I can hope that my best friend ends up with a hottie like Jungkook, and we already know that he treats you right!”
“I’ll find someone one day. Let’s focus more on you and Taehyung,” I smiled sadly, knowing that it won’t be Taehyung that will treat me right because I just gave up the battle for him to Lisa. Lisa and I brainstormed ways to get Taehyung to notice her before we made our way back to the table with the three boys.
“Are y’all okay? You were in there for a while,” Jimin checked in us, worriedly. I let out a small chuckle, thinking about how kind of a friend Jimin is.
“Yeah, we’re good! Just girl talk, you know?” Lisa answered, sitting closer to Taehyung as we planned for her to do.
“Hey,” Jungkook gently placed his hand on my hands that were folded on the table. “You sure you’re okay?” I smiled up at him. I wish that the universe had planned for Jungkook and me to fall in love. Life would be so much easier if I ended up falling in love with him since I already know how caring and gentle he is with me, and obviously, he is gorgeous.
“I’m fine, Kookie. I promise,” he gave me a small smile before removing his hand from mine and continuing his conversation with Jimin.
I looked over and saw Taehyung laughing at something that Lisa said. He smiled down at her with a wide, beautiful smile and I knew my chance with him if I ever had one was over. I sighed and tried to pay attention to what Jimin and Jungkook were talking about. I would occasionally insert my opinion on a topic and I would laugh along to their jokes and their stories. Taehyung looked over at me briefly before placing his arm back around the back of my chair. Lisa was telling the boys a story about the party she went to last weekend when Taehyung reached for the cheesy fries that were placed in front of me. He leaned down to whisper in my ear once again.
“I know it’s not really my place since we just met, but I just want to make sure that you’re really ok,” my heart fluttered at his concerned tone and I looked in his eyes to reassure him that I truly was fine. I forgot what I was going to say for a minute when I looked up and saw how beautiful he truly was up close to me. His concerned eyes and soft smile looked down at me.
“I’m fine, Taehyung. I think the beer is just getting to me a little bit.”
“Here, have some of my water,” he pushed his water cup toward me and encouraged me to drink out of the same cup that his mouth was on. I took a small sip before placing the glass back on the table. “Here. I’ll keep it between us, so if you need more water you can have some of mine.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling flushed that he would share his drink with me so willingly.
“It’s no problem, Y/N. And here,” he grabbed another fry from the plate and directed it toward my mouth. “You should eat some more to make you feel better.”
I ate the from his fingers and smiled a genuine smile at him. “You were just jealous that Jungkook got to feed me, so now you want to establish dominance,” I joked, causing a louder laugh to exit his mouth.
“I would know how to take care of you better than Jungkook does,” he flirted with me, and I was about to reply back with a smart comment about how I would like to see him try to take care of me and treat me well, but Lisa pulled on his arm to start a conversation with him once again.
This is already harder than I thought it would be.
I, stupidly, encouraged her to make a move, told her to pursue what possibly could be love
I walked out of my bedroom to see Lisa dressed up for the day, making me pause and stare at her with a smile. “You look pretty! Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna go hang out with Taehyung!” She squealed excitedly. She looked at herself in the mirror one more time before turning to me. “I texted him if he had any plans today and then I asked if he wanted to go to some arcade.”
“Oh, that’s exciting! When is he supposed to pick you up?”
“Any minute now! I’m kind of nervous, but I thought we hit it off pretty well at the pub, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, he seemed to really like you,” I lied to spare her feelings. I wasn’t exactly sure how Taehyung felt about Lisa, but something is telling me that the feelings were not reciprocated. I am hoping that I am only feeling this way because I want Taehyung all to myself, and not because they are true. She jumped up and down when I told her that and squealed even louder when we heard the doorbell ring.
Wow, what a gentleman. Who rings the doorbell anymore to pick up their date?
Lisa rushed to the door, while I walked over to the kitchen to find something to snack on. I heard his deep voice greet Lisa, while I heard Lisa’s soft giggles making me sigh. While I finally found some chips to eat, I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. Taehyung’s head popped around the corner and he offered me the warmest smile.
“Hey!” He greeted me, walking toward me. “How are you, Y/N?” He put his arm around my shoulders, turning my head to rest on his chest.
“I’m doing good, Taehyung. How are you?” He pulled me away from his chest but kept his arm around my shoulder.
“I’m great! You look great, by the way,” I scoffed and pushed him away from me. I was only wearing biker shorts and a sweatshirt so I knew that he was lying. “I’m being serious! You look good. Are you ready to go?”
I stopped in my tracks and looked at Lisa, who also had a confused face. “Um, I’m not going with you two,” his smile dropped and he sighed.
“Oh? Why not?” He asked disappointed. I was about to answer when Lisa cut in.
“She has plans!” She smiled before grabbing Taehyung’s arm. He looked down at her before looking back at me.
“Oh, with who?” My eyes widened because I truly did not have any plans, but Lisa thought it was a good idea to lie to him.
“Um, I made plans with Jungkook. Nothing too exciting. Just stay inside and watch some movies.” I smiled, but it quickly fell when Taehyung stared at me confused.
“Jungkook has plans tonight with some of our friends,” Taehyung informed me, causing my cheeks to burn red. I let out a fake laugh and scratched my neck out of embarrassment.
“Oh, yeah! I meant with Jimin. Jimin! I have plans with Jimin!”
“You two are more than welcome to join us though. Or we could stay in and watch some movies with you,” Tae suggested. I looked over to Lisa once again, who did not look pleased at all.
“It’s fine. I don’t want to intrude on y’all’s time.”
“No! It’ll be fun,” he insisted, which forced me into joining their date and thankfully, Jimin was available to tag along.
“Ugh! Why are we going to an arcade again?” Jimin asked me as we were in the backseat of Taehyung’s car. I had argued with Jimin for at least five minutes on the phone before I could convince him to go out with me. He had insisted that he could not leave the house because he was too busy watching Netflix, but after I promised to pay for his meal tonight, he reluctantly agreed.
“Because Lisa and Taehyung invited us,” I said, rolling my eyes. He groaned in annoyance before leaning toward me so the other two could not hear us.
“Why are we really going?” He asked, glaring at me to answer him honestly.
“Lisa likes Taehyung,” I whispered, causing Jimin to gasp loudly and both of them to look back at us with curiosity. I hit Jimin’s arm and waited for the attention to be taken away from us before I continued my explanation. “Taehyung thought that it was a group activity at the arcade and he insisted that I come as well. But, I didn’t want to be a third wheel, so who better to drag along with me than my best friend,” I smiled widely.
“Ahh, so you’re using me?” Jimin fake pouted, causing me to smirk at him. “But, uh, I thought there was something between you and Tae.”
I looked at Jimin in shock before profusely shaking my head no. I was confused about how Jimin came to that conclusion because neither Taehyung nor I have shown any signs of possibly being interested in each other. I looked ahead and caught Taehyung’s eyes as he briefly glanced through the rearview mirror. He noticeably beamed once he noticed my eyes. I quickly turned to Jimin, who was already giving me the ‘I told you so look’.
“Shut up,” I muttered to him.
Not long after we arrived at the arcade. Jimin and I tried to stay to ourselves as much as possible, but somehow, Taehyung and Lisa kept finding us.
“Fix your posture,” I heard being instructed in my ear. I immediately knew it was Taehyung and I stiffened as I felt him behind me. “And relax,” I was playing the basketball game, which I was failing at. “Here let me help you.”
He placed his hands on my hips, angling them toward the hoop, kicked his foot in between my two feet to separate them, and pushed my hips down to get my knees to bend. “Perfect,” I blushed as he moved his hands to my hands to help me grip the ball better. “You got this, Y/N.”
I took a deep breath and shot the ball toward the hoop, and surprisingly made it. I squealed in delight and jumped towards Taehyung in excitement. I gave him a quick hug, causing him to chuckle before urging me to continue since the clock was ticking down. I was able to make a few more baskets, but I wasn’t able to make it to the next round. I turned to my right to see Taehyung leaning against the machine, watching me play with a grin on his face. My cheeks turned red, and I played with my hands when I remembered how close we were just a minute ago.
“Thank you for helping me. I’m not too good at basketball.”
“Of course. I couldn’t let you embarrass yourself,” I smacked his shoulder and rolled my eyes as he made fun of me. “I’ve barely seen you all night. You don’t want to hang out with me?” He pouted.
“I’ve just been busy hanging out with Jimin like you’ve been hanging out with Lisa.”
“Looks like Jimin ditched you,” I looked to the back of the arcade where the bar was and I noticed Jimin sitting there with a drink in front of him. I couldn’t help but giggle at him. “I was so worried about Jungkook being my competition that I didn’t even realize the real competition was Jimin,” he remarked, making me tilt my head to the side.
“I think you need to work on your jealousy. Jimin and I are definitely not dating. He’s just my best friend. I’ve known for a long time. It would be too weird, you know?” Taehyung nodded his head in understanding.
“It’s hard not to be so jealous when you’re so beautiful,” As I was about to respond, Lisa made her way over to us and gripped Taehyung’s arm.
“Sorry that I took so long. The line for the restroom was so long,” She greeted me as well and I couldn’t help, but feel bad when I fully registered that Taehyung was flirting with me and called me beautiful. “You want to go play air hockey with me?” She asked him, now ignoring that I was standing with them as well.
“Sounds fun. You coming, Y/N?” He pleaded with his eyes, but I couldn’t bare to spend time alone with the two of them and I don’t think I could convince Jimin to leave the bar now.
“No, I’m okay. I’m gonna go sit with Jimin. I’m kind of tired now,” Taehyung’s eyes followed me as I hurried away, but I didn’t look back since I didn’t want to change my mind.
I definitely need a drink now.
But there you are with your hair pushed back, and a big ole smile gave me a heart attack, got me feeling things I never have before. And we talk all night, but I play it cool. I don’t cross the line, follow all the rules and I wonder if you’re thinking about it too
I grabbed the remote on my bedside table and scrolled through the different channels, but groaned out in frustration when I couldn’t find anything I wanted to watch. Lisa went out tonight to hang out with friends of hers that I never met before. She offered to take me, but I didn’t feel like going out to a bar tonight.
I screamed out in frustration once again when I felt my phone vibrate, wanting to be left alone. I reluctantly picked up my phone to see I received a text from a number that I didn’t know.
random number: hey! i’m hoping this is y/n, if it’s not please ignore this message lol i got your number from jungkook, and if you’re not busy or anything right now if you wanted to come over to my place and hang out with me and my friends! if not, no worries. it’s taehyung btw! :)
I sat up in shock that Taehyung had texted me to hang out with him and his friends when I don’t really even know him that well. I contemplated my options since it didn’t seem like a horrible idea. I didn’t want to be bored at home alone but did I really want to hang out with Taehyung and his friends without any of my friends? I bit my lip and decided that I could just go over to his place a little bit and then hopefully when I come home, Lisa will be there already.
y/n: hey tae! this is y/n btw lmao that sounds fun, just text me your address and i’ll be over soon!
tae: no, I’ll come pick you up in 20! see you soon!!
I quickly jumped out of bed and changed from my pajama pants to a pair of jeans and threw on a random shirt. I decided that my hair looked fine as it is and threw on the first pair of shoes that I could find. I quickly stopped in my tracks and regretted my decision to go. How would Lisa react when she found out I was out with Taehyung? How mad will she be? I sat on the couch and threw my head back on the couch; however, I did not have much time to regret or change my decision because I already heard my doorbell ring. I took a deep breath before I slowly made my way to the door.
When I opened the door, Taehyung was standing on our welcome mat with his hair pushed back, his hands behind his back, and a wide smile.
“Hey!” He breathed out, holding his arms out for me to walk into. I shyly made my way into his arms, hugging his waist. He squeezed me tight and swayed me from side to side a little. “Sorry if my text was a bit random and weird. I just, I don’t know. I guess I wanted to hang out with you. I didn’t really get to spend much time with you at the arcade the other day.”
“It’s okay! I’m actually glad you texted,” I pulled away from his arms and locked my front door.
“Oh, really? Why?”
“Lisa went out tonight so I was bored and alone,” he nodded in understanding, leading me to his car.
“Well if you ever get bored and need someone to hang out with, you can always call me,” he opened the passenger door for me and helped me get into his car. He waited for me to lock my seatbelt before he closed the door and made his way to his side.
We made casual conversation on the way to his house, getting to know each other better and learning more about his friends so I wasn’t as nervous to meet them. I slowly followed him as he led me to his house. He, unexpectedly, reached back and grabbed my hand dragging me so I stood beside him.
“You don’t have to be so nervous. I’ll be right here next to you, I promise,” Taehyung tried to reassure me so I took a deep breath and decided to just trust him. There’s no way his friends could be that bad if Taehyung is near perfect. We entered the house and I already heard loud talking coming from the living room. When I came face to face with all of Taehyung’s friends, they quieted down and stared at me, which was very intimidating.
“This is Y/N. She is also friends with Jungkook. That’s how we met. Y/N, this is Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon. They’re my friends,” he introduced me to the group of guys, who gave me welcoming smiles and small, friendly introductions.
“Hi, nice to meet you guys. Thanks for letting me come to your guy’s night.”
Taehyung led me to the couch, where there were two empty spots left perfectly for us. He let me sit first, which left me between him and Namjoon. Once he sat down, he moved his arm lower to my hip to pull me a bit closer to him since I was sitting close enough to Namjoon that our legs were touching.
“Tae,” I said in a warning voice, causing him to stop in his tracks and move his arm away from my hips. “Are you moving me closer because you’re jealous again?” I teased him, causing him to blush and clear his throat. “This is the third guy in a month that you’ve been jealous of!”
“What can I say?” He leaned closer to tease me as well. “I must really like you,” I leaned in closer as well to tease him back, but then I remembered that I had to follow the girl code. Even though Lisa wasn’t here, I wouldn’t feel right flirting with the guy that she likes behind her back. I leaned back and just gave him a soft smile.
“I’ve already told you that you don’t need to be jealous.”
“I know, but it’s hard!” He complained. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop until people can no longer see you or be near you unless it’s me of course.”
“Then, maybe you shouldn’t have invited me over to your house with your four roommates,” I sassed him, making him laugh and he rested his head on my shoulder.
“You can just say that you wanted to get me alone,” I puked his stomach for his comment, making him laugh even louder, making me smile at how happy and carefree he sounded. “I missed you too much,” he mumbled. I couldn’t respond before we were dragged into whatever conversation the boys were having.
We ended up throwing on some random comedy movie after an hour or two of pointless, yet very funny conversation. Taehyung continued to be a bit flirty with me throughout the night, but I didn’t engage in the flirting as well. I tried my best to be on my best behavior, but I definitely slipped up a few times, but I couldn’t help it since he’s so beautiful and makes me feel comfortable around him.
I yawned while looking at the tv screen, and I slowly laid my head on Taehyung’s shoulder. He pulled me even closer to him if that was possible and laid a gentle peck on the top of my head. “Are you sleepy, pretty?” I gently nodded my head and I could feel his shoulders shake as he laughed. “Do you wanna lay in my bed?”
“I want to, but I should probably go home,” I complained. He nodded his head in understanding and helped me off the couch. As I was saying goodbye to all of the boys, he put his arm around my waist and helped me walk to his car in my sleepy state. He helped me get into his car, once again, before he made his way over to my home.
“Thank you for coming over tonight. I had a really great time,” he shyly mentioned as the radio softly played. I glanced over at him and I knew that I was screwed because as much as Lisa may like him, I definitely like him more but I shouldn’t. I was the one that encouraged her to make her move and I couldn’t just completely dismiss her feelings just because of my own.
“Your friends are great. It was so much fun.”
“Yeah? What about me?” He asked, nervously biting his lip.
“I think you’re pretty great, too, Tae,” I whispered as this moment started to feel personal to me. “Maybe not as great as Hobi, but still pretty great.”
“I think you’re pretty great, too, you know?” He looked over at me before focusing back on the road. “You’re so kind and sweet. And funny. And I’m really glad that we met,” he listed all the things he liked about me as he drove into my driveway. He turned off the car and moved his body so he was facing me, making me do the same.
“I’m glad that I met you, too. I guess I can thank Jungkook for doing something right,” we both giggled and as he was about to reply to me, we heard a tapping on the window. We both turned to the driver’s side window and saw Lisa smiling at the two of us.
“Taehyung! What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him when he opened his door. As much as I want Lisa to be happy, I couldn’t sit around and watch this. I felt tears come to my eyes and I quickly tried to blink them away.
“Um, thank you for tonight, Tae,” I said, opening my door. He was about to stop me from leaving, but I cut him off. “I guess I’ll see you around,” I closed the door and turned to look at Lisa. “I’m gonna be in my room. Don’t be too late out here.”
I hurried inside the house as the tears started falling down my cheeks. Ugh! Why does this always have to happen to me? Why can’t I ever just put my happiness before others? I’ve known Taehyung for a month and this is already one of the most horrible heartbreaks that I’ve ever experienced. I crashed onto my bed and hugged my pillow tight into me.
No matter how much I wanted to be with Taehyung, I couldn’t. I can’t be with Taehyung because of the girl code.
So here we are in this photo booth with your eyes on me while she’s all on you under neon lights in this crowded room I was getting shy, don’t know what to do with my hands or my toes
Tonight was Jungkook’s birthday party and I was getting ready to go there with Jimin. I am going to meet Lisa there since she went to hang out with Taehyung this morning. I haven’t seen him since we hung out at his house, but he has texted me occasionally.
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Taehyung? Because, sure, Lisa may like him, but he likes you!” I rolled my eyes at Jimin, as I opened the door to leave for the party.
“Yeah? And where did you get that idea?”
“What? Y/N! It’s so obvious. Through his body language, his flirting, and well, Jungkook told me,” I stopped in my tracks and looked back to see if Jimin was telling the truth. “I’m being honest! Taehyung told Jungkook that he likes you.”
“He doesn’t like me, Jimin. He can’t because,” Jimin cut me off.
“Because Lisa called dibs? Who cares? If you like him and he likes you, just go for it! You deserve to be happy,” Jimin put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into his chest. “I think if you sit down and talk to Lisa about this, that she would understand. Lisa wants you to be happier than anyone does, other than me of course. Your real best friend. She may be a little hurt at first, but she would get over it.”
“This is just too much for me right now,” I told Jimin with tears in my eyes. “I just want to go to Jungkook’s party. Please?” He held me tighter and sighed.
“Okay. We can go now.”
We sat in silence on the way to Jungkook’s house. I really didn’t want to believe that Taehyung actually liked me. This made me feel worse about the situation because how do I tell Lisa how I feel when I was the one who gave her the go-ahead. I was about to get out of the car when Jimin stopped me.
“I just want you to be happy, Y/N. I think you should give Taehyung a chance,” he held my hand and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.
“Thank you,” I gave him a genuine smile and got out of the car. When we entered there were already so many people drinking and dancing. I looked around for Jungkook and finally found him with Taehyung and Taehyung’s group of friends. I dragged Jimin over with me, so we could tell Jungkook happy birthday.
I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his back. He jumped in surprise, but relaxed when he heard me scream. “Happy birthday bestie!” He laughed and turned around to give me a quick hug.
“Thank you Y/N!” He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before greeting Jimin as well.
I glanced over to Taehyung, who was already smiling down at me. I gave him a hug, which he immediately reciprocated.
“Hey, pretty,” he whispered in my eye, hugging me tighter. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Mhm,” I hummed in agreement. “I’ve missed you,” I truthfully told him, making him soundlessly chuckle.
“I’ve missed you more.”
I hugged Yoongi, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok, happy that I remembered all of their names and faces. Jimin seemed to be getting along well with them, so we stayed there and talked for a little while longer. Taehyung put his hand on my lower back and leaned over to ask me if he could talk to me really quick. I felt nervous as to what he wanted to talk about, but I still followed him.
“I just wanted to apologize,” I looked up at him confused about what he would be apologizing for. “I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable when I invited you over to my house. I…I just thought it would be fun to hang out with you and get to know you more, but I can understand why you felt that way.”
I tilted my head toward him and furrowed my eyebrows. “I wasn’t uncomfortable, Tae.”
“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Y/N. You rushed out of my car really fast. There’s no way that you weren’t uncomfortable.”
Oh. He thinks because I hurried out of his car when Lisa came that he made me feel uncomfortable.
“I wasn’t uncomfortable, I promise. I just was tired and Lisa didn’t know that I had gone over to your house so I just bolted out of there, I guess.”
“So it wasn’t anything that I did?” He had me reassure him and I quickly nodded my head to agree with him. “Okay. Good. I was worried.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I had a fun time,” I gently reminded him. “You could have texted me and told me that you were worried.”
“Yeah, well, I actually wanted to talk to you about something else as well,” he took a deep breath and grabbed both of my hands with his. “I’ve had so much fun getting to know you and hanging out with you, and I wanted you to know that I like you.”
My heart stopped. Why is this happening to me right now? I couldn’t even look Taehyung in the eyes. I felt my stomach twist and my hands start to sweat. I glimpsed around the room and though no one was looking at me, it felt as of everyone was.
“Tae,” I whimpered out, not knowing how I was supposed to respond to him. “I don’t know what to say,” I told him truthfully, with tears in my eyes.
“Hey! That’s okay,” he pulled me into his arms and rubbed my back. “That’s okay, I promise. I already knew that there was a possibility that you wouldn’t like me, and I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship.
I pulled away from him and sighed. “It’s not that, Tae. I…I do like you,” his eyes widened and a small smile appeared on his face. “I have to tell you something though.”
“You can tell me anything,” I looked around to see if I could find Lisa, but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Lisa likes you, too.”
He exhaled and shook his head slightly. “I had a feeling that she did,” he admitted. “Please don’t tell me this is going to interfere with us.”
“Lisa’s my best friend,” I reminded him. “I can’t break girl code.”
“How is it breaking girl code if I want you, and not Lisa? Lisa and I have nothing going on!” He insisted, but I just played with my lip. “Y/N, please listen to me. I really like you and I know that I might sound insane right now, but you can’t tell me that you don’t feel it too. You can’t tell me that you don’t want me too because I feel it. I know you want this, and I want it too. I want you so bad. I need to be with you so bad. Please break girl code…for me.”
At this moment, it felt like Taehyung and I were the only two people in the room. His beautiful eyes stared down at me with a pleading look. His hands nervously played together and his lip stuck between his teeth. I couldn’t deny my attraction to him anymore. He was standing here, in front of me, telling me that he wants to be with me and give us a try. I would be stupid to deny him just because of Lisa. I grabbed his hands and stepped closer to him, sighing.
“I do want to be with you, Taehyung. I’ve had so much fun just talking to you and being around you. I want to give this a try, us a try, but I want to talk to Lisa first.”
He nodded in understanding and gripped my hands tighter. “Please come back to me,” he whispered and I couldn’t help, but grin at his gentleness.
“I will. I’ll be right back, okay?” He nodded and grinned at me. He kissed my knuckles before letting me walk away to find Lisa.
But I don’t want to break girl code cause who knows where this will go
I found Lisa outside, talking to some of our mutual friends and dancing to the music. I smiled at how carefree and happy she looked at the moment, and I almost backed out of talking to her since I did not want to ruin her happiness. She jumped up and down and waved as soon as she saw me. She ran over to me and gathered me in her arms.
“Y/N! My baby, how are you?”
“I’m doing okay, Lisa. You seem like you’re having a lot of fun,” she nodded, happily. “I just wanted to talk to you, but I don’t want to interrupt your night.”
“You are the best interruption! What’s wrong? Do I need to cuss someone out?” She pulled me to sit away from everyone.
“Lisa,” I already felt tears in my eyes as I took a shaky breath. “I have to tell you something,” she placed her hands on top of mine and looked at me with worry.
“What’s wrong?”
“I know I should have told you right away, but I was scared and I want you to be happy. I,” I looked her in the eyes and let my tears fall. “I like Taehyung and I thought it was just a stupid crush because I had just met him and he was so beautiful, but it turns out I like him more than just a stupid crush. I’m so sorry and I understand if you hate me.”
“Y/N,” she started. “You should have told me right away,” I whimpered, thinking she was mad at me. “Then I would have never pursued him! There’s nothing I want more in this world than for you to be happy. Why do you think I’m always trying to get you to date Jungkook or Jimin? Because I want you to be happy and for someone to treat you right and if Tae makes you happy then I say you go for him because I know he’ll treat you right!”
“But, you like him,” I was confused about how she was so okay with this.
“Babe, it was a small crush. I could have told you after the arcade that he and I were not going to work out. Plus, I could tell he wasn’t that interested.”
“You’re really not mad at me?”
“I promise I’m not mad at you,” she gave me a tight squeeze, rocking us back and forth. “Now go back in there and get your man. I love you, Y/N.”
“Thank you, Lisa. I love you too.”
I went back inside the party, feeling way better than I did when I left it. I couldn’t believe Lisa was so kind and okay about this when I was literally freaking out all night. I looked back to where I left my group of friends to see Taehyung standing alone with a drink in his hand now. He had his head down and was nodding his head along to the music.
I stopped at the bar to get some liquid courage before I made my way back to him. While waiting for my drink, I looked back to see him already staring at me. I smiled and signaled for him to wait one minute until I got my drink. After what felt like forever, I got my drink and turned to find Taehyung, who was unsurprisingly right behind me.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he whispered as he towered over me. “Did you get her permission?” He moved his hands to my waist and I smiled, wanting to laugh at how surreal this all was. I set my drink down behind me and wrapped my arms around his neck.
I pulled him into me, knowing that I couldn’t wait any longer. Our lips met and everything finally made sense. It once again felt like Tae and I were the only two people in the world but in a good way this time. He pulled me even closer to him as our lips continued to move in sync. I pulled away from him to breathe, but our breath still mixed together since I didn’t move very far. Our foreheads were touching and we were giggling at each other’s eagerness.
“Let me take you out on a date,” he whispered against my lips. I nodded my head, wordlessly and found his lips again.
I can’t wait to see where this may go.
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pairing ex boyfriend!v x reader conspectus a love that annoyingly stayed for him... but left you. word count 0.4k words notes been playing bts like on loop recently, what are y'all doing recently? jfgsjffkfkkf happy reading!!
"you're the prettiest man!" you'd compliment taehyung, a giggle bursts out his mouth as he snuggled near you - "and you, y/nie - you are my pretty woman!" he breathes softly to your neck. the memory is a bittersweet melancholic dream he has, and he awakes no longer having you nearby.
taehyung's spotify is currently playing gnash's i hate you, i love you on a loop since forever, the lyrics "do you miss me like i miss you?" and "feeling used, but i'm missing you.." i miss you? the three words that formed a cacophony of memories with you in his mind,
"i hate u, i love u" wasn't even the only song he'd been listening to the last couple months - he had created a playlist with almost a thousand songs that reminded him of you - filled with songs that he remembered you said were your favorites, songs that just perfectly described you like "dress" by taylor swift or "close to you" by the carpenters.
it's been awhile since the mutual break up yet despite taehyung's positive assurance to his friends of his wellbeing.. would you really say someone who has barely moved in their apartment, been listening to a spotify playlist of breakup angsty songs, been crying themselves to sleep at the memory of the split where they had to feign "being fine" to subside the increasingly heartbreaking effect you had on him and appear cool.. yeah taehyung was very much: not fine.
ever since he'd just been scrolling your profile and losing his mind noticing you had deleted all your photos together, and seeing the new ones with your new guy friend.. "who the hell was he? and why was he so close to you? and god damn how beautiful you looked", taehyung thought. not realizing his fingers due to reflex double tapping the photos, the notification reaching your cell.
"@ thv liked your photos. 19s"
"@ thv liked your video. 12s"
taehyung only realized when he received a message from you, and he panicked apologizing repeatedly - unnecessarily providing reasons such as "i just was spamming my feed and your photos happen to be here" and yada yada yada, your nonchalant response of an "ok" leaving him flabbergasted. he let a beat pass before sending you a bold text saying "are you thinking about me?" the text made you scoff, but you weren't taken aback that much.. you always adored taehyung's daring character, adored it so much it began to irk you until it hurt you and you hurt him. the relationship ending was for the better, the break up was mutual - and so you left him on read.
taehyung sighs at this, and everyday is the same as today. with him stalking your page, watching you rise and thrive without him - he learns to love you like this, from a far.. until he accepts that it was over and that you were no longer his pretty woman.
© live laugh love kim taehyung, good boy.
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