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blog-name-idk · 2 months

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The Plot Twist | 04

Written by @blog-name-idk and @eserethriddle

Summary: Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.

In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.

Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, crack, humor, idol!AU, light angst, slow burn, romantic comedy, just a fun silly old time

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 4: "You like Pac-man, right?"

"How dare you!"

You’ve just finished entering the final character to G0d$l@yeR_69 when you look up from the post-game leaderboard screen.

"Pardon?" you ask in confusion, slightly alarmed by the speed in which a masked man is walking towards you and the Pac-man machine. Even with the mask, the exaggerated furrow marring the man’s forehead is more than enough for you to discern that he is less than pleased. You square your shoulders, in case you need to defend the precious apparatus. Well, that and protect Lee-ssi, but mostly the Pac-man game.

"You're G0d$l@yeR_69?" the man squawks, voice irate. He gives you a once over and bristles further. You can almost imagine his fluffy hair rising like the feathers of an offended bird, and he… kind of sounds like one, too. You struggle to stifle your snicker when he gestures broadly to your grown stature, incredulous even as he finally discerns to himself, “You’re not some pint-sized punk!”

“And yet here you are, humbled all the same.” you respond haughtily, dusting off the imaginary lint off your burgundy dress. “Based on your reaction, I take it you’re ‘Jin the PacMan God’?”

You pause.

Wait.

Jin?

In fact, this offended cockatoo of a man actually looks… familiar. Broad shoulders, nice eyebrows, and –

Your blood pressure skyrockets as you realize exactly who is yelling at you. Unfortunately, your temper rises faster than your self-preservation.

"I'm sorry, BTS Jin is the same stupid kid who calls himself 'Jin the PacMan God?'" you blurt before you can stop yourself. "What self-respecting adult wastes so much time on an arcade game?"

He raises an eyebrow at you with a pointed stare, and you shrug. You don't fit into that category. You certainly don't respect yourself.

"A grown woman calls herself G0d$l@yeR_69?" Kim Seokjin jabs in return, crossing his arms, now looking more sulky than angry.

"Well, it's accurate to lore," you retort with an uncaring flip of your hair, doing your best to look bored rather than reflect the panic beginning to clog your throat. His genuinely offended gasp would have made you laugh if you weren't currently running through the possible exit routes in your head.

And then Jin says, "Well, you must be cheating!"

The egregious accusation dispels all thoughts of escape from your head. Your pride and integrity as a gamer have been insulted, and you narrow your eyes at the self-proclaimed pro-gamer before you.

You’re fully prepared to defend your honor.

It's on.

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Jimin doesn't get it.

How could he be unlucky enough to get sidelined a second time in a row? He wasn't even late this time! But because there had been more men than women (a bit heteronormative for his tastes, but that's the current state of most official speed-dating events), he and a few others had to wait aside for a rotation. And then somehow, everyone had already decided to pair up before he even got to meet anyone!

Perhaps it's karma and he's being punished for telling his Jin-hyung that he sort of kind of definitely looked like a certain pink Moluccan bird species when he was all riled up and red-eared.

With a sigh, he leaves the building, shoulders slumped. He can't quite bring himself to call Jin yet, and so he decides to walk aimlessly for a while. Perhaps some fresh air will cheer him up.

It's a bustling street, and he nervously brings his mask up higher on his face lest he be recognized. No one seems to be paying attention however, and the people going about their daily lives remind him that despite his woes, life goes on.

An arcade catches his eye, and he shrugs to himself. A few rounds of killing zombies or racing fake cars will take his mind off things. It's a school day, so it's unlikely the place will be packed.

When he walks in, he hears a familiar screech, accompanied by the sound of a boot stomping on the ground.

"Yahhh! How did you do that?! That's not fair!"

What is Jin-hyung doing here? And what is he yelling about?

Curious, he follows the voice past the shopkeeper who looks torn between concern and amusement, to where Jin is ranting at someone obscured by his frame.

A p(r)etty sigh.

"I'm sorry this is so difficult for you to get through that coconut haircut of yours, but has it occurred to you that I'm just better?"

Huh, that voice is also familiar.

"That’s just prepos–"

"...Hyung?"

The voices cease as the two arguers turn to look at Jimin, and he feels his breath catch in his throat.

You look particularly lovely today, with a form-fitting burgundy dress that shows off much more soft-looking skin than the business or lounge attire you wear on the rare occasion he actually sees you.

And his Jin-hyung, next to you, all rose-colored cockatoo.

It's more than enough to set Jimin off-balance.

"Oh! Hi, LN-ssi!" he hurriedly squeaks, cursing his voice for cracking. What are all his voice lessons even for?

At least you can't tell his palms are suddenly sweating. Your eyebrows rise and Jimin realizes you never did tell him your name, that he just saw it on your mailbox and it stuck in his brain. Oh no, do you think he's a stalker now?

"You know this phony?" Jin cries, oblivious to the internal crisis his dongsaeng is currently experiencing.

Jimin's brows crinkle. Phony?

Your head whips to his hyung at his words, your eyes narrowing.

"I believe you saw proof with your own two eyes," you say icily, though your gaze has a fire that makes Jimin gulp. "Maybe you should get them checked? Sometimes they can fail with old age."

Jin's jaw drops, and as a constipated sound of outrage leaves him, you take the opportunity to brush past and march to the exit. Jimin, still confused, steps aside automatically to let you pass and you give him a reluctant nod.

"Jimin-ssi."

As you leave, Jin turns to Jimin to demand answers, but he barely hears it over the fluttering in his tummy.

It's the first time you've ever addressed him by name.

"You like Pac-man, right?" he asks, smiling brighter than the sun.

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The twelve-year-old boy opens his hand, revealing hard candy wrapped in shiny, yellow paper.

You accept his offering, sure your own face is radiant enough to power all of Gwangju. You can't say you have strong feelings for the buttery treat, but you do for the little boy who fills your days with laughter and sweet memories. You could spend forever playing with him at the park by your houses…

Except your parents get the brilliant idea of starting their own restaurant in Seoul. You are heartbroken when the decision to move is made, but you do your best to support their dreams, even if it comes at the expense of your only friend.

Out of sentimentality and denial, you save the shiny candy wrapper, holding it when you're sad, as if it's a talisman that can ward off the lonely ache in your chest. It's hard being the new kid in a big-city school, and though you present your mother's strong facade when your new classmates tease you about your satoori, it hurts. You have to be strong.

After one particularly bad day, you decide to drop into the local arcade, because all it will take is one smile from your appa to disintegrate your cracking veneer. You're a big girl, basically an adult at a whopping eleven years old! You're not a baby anymore, you just need some extra time to set yourself right.

You weave through the attractions, passing racing games and claw machines when something catches your eye. A familiar yellow character smiles at you from a game cabinet, and for a moment you feel like he is still there with you.

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You walk up to the Pac-man arcade machine with newfound resolve and a sunny smile to match.

“Sometimes I wanna drop by Gwangju,” Jung Hoseok begins, taking his seat at the dining table next to Taehyung, “But then I remember they already demolished the playplace from my childhood and think, huh, maybe not. Thing is, they sold really good tteok there.”

“Pan-fried tteok?” Taehyung leans back, remembering the taste of his own favorite rice cake flavors from Daegu. “My hometown had that, too.”

“Sometimes the cart owner-ahjussi would give us candy with our orders. I miss it a lot.”

Hobi's eyes take on a wistful look, and Taehyung pats his shoulder.

It must have been some really good candy.

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"Honey! I'm home!" you call, setting your briefcase on the floor as your husband rushes up to you wearing a cute apron that has nothing on his sweet face and sweeter smile.

"I just finished dinner," he says, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek that makes your chest fill with the glow of a million fireflies.

"What, mudcakes again?" you ask fondly. You thread your fingers with his, uncaring of the dirt on his palms, giggling at the pout on his face.

"You said they're your favorite!" he complains petulantly, though he doesn't pull away.

"They are," you agree, squeezing his hand in yours reassuringly. You beam at him, and his cheeks turn pink. "If it's something you made, it's my favorite."

You're suddenly tugged towards him and you squeak in surprise as wiry arms crush the air out of your lungs.

It's great to be back in Gwangju, away from all the insanity happening in Seoul. You can finally relax and live life rather than constantly look over your shoulder in the fear of running into another member of BTS.

"You're my favorite," he mumbles into your hair, and it's the happiest you've felt in your entire nine years of existence.

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Fuck you, fate! You're taking a break.

You knock on the old, familiar door, and it opens to reveal a kind, lightly lined face that breaks into a huge smile at the sight of you.

"Halmeoni!" you announce happily, stepping into your grandmother's arms and hugging her fiercely. She hugs you back just as hard, squeezing you with her deceptively spindly limbs as you melt into a hold that feels like childhood.

"We've been waiting!" she replies cheerfully before ushering you to the living room and calling your grandpa to come greet you. The house is the same as you remember, a comforting echo of days past.

"Oh! We ran into that boy you used to play with at the store earlier!" your grandma says just as you pick up your cup of tea. "The one you used to play house with!"

You laugh, thinking fondly of your childhood friend. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if he had been your soulmate, rather than a group of the seven biggest idols in Korea. Or perhaps not – the things that are so simple to children don't always translate to adulthood, and those memories hold an untainted innocence that you wouldn't trade for the world.

You bring the cup of homebrewed tea to your lips, only to choke at your grandmother's next words.

"I invited him over for dinner!"

You stare at the twinkle in your suddenly menacing grandmother's eyes. In just one simple sentence, she has transformed from the kindly, loving fixture of your youth to yet another cruel, scheming matchmaker. Truly your mother’s maker. Leaving Seoul might have saved you from idol-related phenomena, but clearly not from your family's attempts at grand (and great-grand) children.

Instinct drives you to your feet and you grab your purse, tripping over the rug as you rush to the door.

"I have to go," you call over your shoulder, uncaring of the baffled expression on your grandma's face.

"But you just got here?" she says in distressed confusion, and your stomach fills with guilt at the sadness in her voice. "We haven't seen you in so long, dear."

You still, hand on the doorknob and so, so close to freedom and safety. Eventually, you sigh, shoulders slumping as the resolve trickles out of your body.

"Never mind, I'm going to take my stuff upstairs," you say in resignation, grabbing the carry-on still by the door and carting it to the guest room. The wallet feels extra heavy in your purse, and when you're safely within the confines of your room you sit on the bed and pull it out.

You reach behind the ID card in the plastic slot of your wallet and feel the soft, crinkly edges of a fond childhood memory.

You like Pac-man, right?

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Hoseok still remembers the smile on your face whenever he gave you the extra candy he would get with his tteok in the park. As well as the thinly hidden devastation on your face the last time he saw you, and you told him your family was leaving for Seoul.

Despite him being older, he had always admired your courage and tenacity, the way you would charge head-first at the things you wanted. Your unwavering support whenever he was feeling down or uncertain. During hard times as a trainee, he would sometimes picture your determined expression and feel an extra spark of energy.

He really isn't sure what to expect, or even if he's in his right mind, coming to dinner to see his long lost… friend? Play-spouse?

Would you even remember him?

The door opens, and Hoseok's heart jumps at the sight of you. The tentative smile on your face fades into an expression of utter shock, and he belatedly remembers exactly who he is.

"Wh–what the–I–" you stammer, looking just as mortified as Hoseok feels. In his ruminations of childhood, he had completely forgotten his present state of being and how it might impact new encounters. "Can I help you?"

"Y-Y/N?" he asks tentatively. To his bafflement, you flinch as if he had screamed at you.

"How do you know my name?" you ask, stepping back with your hand on the door. You look five seconds away from slamming it in his face, and despite his misgivings, Hoseok's heart sinks. For some reason this cold reception feels worse than if you were a saesang.

"I'm… I'm here for dinner?" he says tentatively, proffering the seonmul he brought. The expression on your face is so reluctant that for a moment he takes a whiff of the bag in case the pastries from the most expensive bakery in the area have somehow gone bad.

With a spark of panic, Hoseok wonders if he accidentally went to the wrong address. The house is familiar, and you look similar to the little girl he remembers, but perhaps he's just let his hopes affect his memories. Why else would you look so shaken, other than a strange man showing up out of nowhere?

"But you're… you're not–"

"Y/N, what's taking so long?"

Relief fills him momentarily as your grandmother comes behind you, though it's tempered by the way you haven't relaxed.

"But this is… this isn't…" you stammer, face pale as you look between Hoseok and your grandmother. It hits him that you probably don't remember his real name, as you had been too young to pronounce it correctly when you had first met.

"You used to call me Hoba," he says with a smile, realizing that this is why you must be so confused – you've recognized him as Jung Hoseok of BTS, and thus not your playmate from so many years ago. "It's nice to see you again."

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This cannot be happening.

Not only is the smiling boy from your fondest memories Jung Hoseok of BTS, but he just somehow had a break in his schedule the same weekend you're in Gwangju, and he ran into your grandmother at the supermarket? You left Seoul to get a break from these ridiculous situations and not to end up having dinner with one of your soulmates!

What kind of contrived, unimaginative bullshit is this?

"These are for you," Hoseok tells your grandmother with a formal bow, offering the pretty, pastel pastry box you had refused to accept earlier. She beams approvingly while you pinch yourself. Hard.

Through the pain in your arm, Jung Hoseok is still standing in your entryway, a sunny nightmare you can't wake up from. The old wrapper, once a magical talisman to ward off gloom, is lead weight in your pocket.

"Um," he begins awkwardly, looking bashful. It is not cute. He is not cute. "And this is for you."

He holds out a fuzzy yellow ball you immediately recognize, and you stare at it in shock. Your chest is doing something very funny, like tachycardic arrythmia. Yes. Hilarious.

Hoseok evidently takes your silence as disapproval, and wilts like a flower deprived of light. "Uh, sorry, you probably don't like Pacman anymore…"

"I do," you reply faintly, reaching forward to take his gift. Only to be polite. That's it. Certainly not because his dejection makes your insides roil with guilt. "Thank you."

"Of course," he replies, looking only marginally relieved by your lukewarm response. "Oh! You dropped something."

He dips low to grab something, and to your horror, your wallet is open –

"Wait, is this–"

"I JUST LIKE THE CANDY!" you blurt in a near scream, feeling your entire body light on fire. This would be humiliating in the best of situations, and Jung Hoseok discovering you kept the wrapper from an old candy he had given you, like a sentimental loser, is decidedly NOT the best of situations.

His resulting smile almost blasts you off your feet, and you wonder if overexposure to sunlight can lead to cardiac arrest.

“Y/N-ah,” Jung Hoseok says, tentatively, but with soft affection. It is more devastating than you could have ever imagined. “I missed you too. Have you been well?”

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btbigelow · 2 months

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"Our King of Sorrows" - drew the King of Sorrow from Klonoa 2. This was vaguely inspired by Pieter Pourbus's Our Lady of Sorrows. printed version you can buy here

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hoyin33 · 1 year

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yoonbroom · 8 months

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BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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THIRTY-FIVE (JJK) 🎬 Masterlist

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same broadcasting network company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision, but here you are… and you have until 35.

Status: Ongoing

A/N: Loosely based on this post by @ahundredtimesover . Main characters include Jungkook’s 97 Liner friends, Mingyu and DK, and cameos from selected Seventeen members. Please give this some love like you have given Moonstruck and Midnight’s Minuet. 🙏🏻

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True to the theme, the chapter breakdown will be a little bit different. ☺️

📸 The Red Carpet - Characters Intro

SEASON 01

🎬 S01 E01 - Wake Up, World

🎬 S01 E02 - I Can Do Better

🎬 S01 E03 - See You in Two Years

🎬 S01 E04 - Other Plans

🎬 S01 E05 - Third Wheel

SEASON 02

🎬 S02 E01 - Rumor Has It

🎬 S02 E02 - Seriously?

🎞️ Bonus Clip - 12 Years Ago

🎬 S02 E03 - The It Boy

🎬 S02 E04 - Make a Move

🎬 S02 E05 - It Wasn’t Me

SEASON 03

🎬 S03 E01 - Oh Shit…

🎞️ Bonus Clip - The Night Before Graduation

🎬 S03 E02 - What Are We?

🎬 S03 E03 - Can You Keep a Secret?

🎬 S03 E04 - In Denial

🎬 S03 E05 - A Second Chance

SEASON 4

🎬 S04 E01 - First of Many

🎬 S04 E02 - The Night is Still Young

🎞️ Bonus Clip - The Reality Competition Show

🎬 S04 E03 - A Thousand Times Over

🎬 S04 E04 - Two Promises

👏 It’s a Wrap — Series Finale

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Headrush (It's Too Sweet) | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fingering, hand job, love bites/marking, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of oral sex - m receiving, allusions to fucking, slight exhibitionist streak (no locked doors here!), Jimin's tongue, yes that needs its own warning, Kitty Gang Jimin is the look, yes that also needs its own warning, Jimin is in full demon mode here - all temptation and teasing

Word Count: 1.6K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: Your job is perfect. Or it would be, were it not for one Park Jimin.

A/N: Happy birthday Jimin! You'll always be my favorite demon. 💜

This comes from a request from @reliablemitten. Yep, I'm still working my way slowly through those. 😆 It's my first time writing an Idol AU, so I hope I did it well! Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

You love your job.

As a stylist for Big Hit, you get to travel the world with one of the hottest acts in history, BTS. The team you work with is amazing, the looks you create are eye-catching and inspired, and, well, the money’s not bad, either. Yeah, all in all, your job is perfect.

Or it would be, were it not for one Park Jimin.

To his adoring fans, Jimin is a sweet lil’ mochi, a round-cheeked beacon of light and laughter who dances like he’s made of water and sings like an angel. You know better.

The man is a demon. Temptation is his calling card, and teasing is his passion.

And there’s no finer example of this than the way he’s pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs right now and pointedly not touching you exactly where you need him.

“Come on, Jimin,” you whine, leaning back on your palms to tip your cunt closer to his devilish mouth. The makeup table you’re sitting on is uncomfortable, hard plastic pressing into your ass, but you have to make do when you’re sneaking in a quickie between rehearsals. “We don’t have all day.”

“So impatient, Noona,” he simply sighs, shaking his head, pushing your skirt further up your stomach. “You know that just makes me want to go even slower. Really take my time.”

You do know, from experience, and so you fall silent, fingers curling around the edge of the table as his warm breath sends goosebumps racing down your thighs.

This all started with that damned outfit. The leather ensemble, a glittery gem-covered jacket over a fitted white shirt and tight tight tight pants. Your team really killed it, you couldn’t help but think, admiring him as he showed off for the other members during the fitting. With a cheeky grin, he rolled his body, running his fingers through his soft pink hair.

And look. You’ve never been immune to how attractive the band is. You’re a professional, of course, but you have eyes. Not to mention a healthy libido, which unfortunately revved up as Jimin undulated his body. You couldn’t help but follow the wave all the way down to his toes, before you dragged your gaze back to his face.

You thought you’d gotten away with your gawking. Until your eyes met. And he winked.

And now, he won’t let you live.

Just when you think you’re about to die from desire, Jimin traces his long pink tongue along your slit, lapping at the arousal seeping out of you. With a relieved groan, you drop your head to watch the gorgeous man kneeling between your legs suckle at your cunt. He always tells you that you taste like candy, but you’re the one who gets the sugar high, head swimming, heart racing.

It began slowly, this thing between you, with small gestures. A flirtatious smile here, a knowing glance there. Any time you let your gaze linger, lost in reverie, Jimin was quick to pounce, warm brown eyes suddenly darkening, smile sharpening into a smirk. You lost track of the number of times his tongue would suddenly flick out, licking his plush lips brazenly. Wantonly.

Then the comments started.

The two of you had a friendly working relationship - Jimin was easy to talk to, always quick with a joke or comment to make you giggle, and you knew you were his favorite stylist by the way he sought you out every time.

But after the day he caught you staring, his comments became less silly and more… suggestive.

“Is that what you wanted, Noona?” he asks, reclining on his knees while his ring-clad fingers plunge into your throbbing folds. His saccharine smile doesn’t fool you. He knows exactly how his touch drives you insane. Leaves you yearning for more every time. It’s never enough.

So you tell him. “You know it is. Ah, fuck.” He grins into the bite he’s just left in your soft skin. Your hips are littered with them, tiny marks of his own lusty language that can only be interpreted as ‘mine.’ “Why do you always make me beg for it?”

Because he can. Because he knows that you’ll always come back for more. His kisses, his tongue, his cock - you’ll take it all to feed the rush. That’s what addicts do.

He doesn’t answer, mouth too busy on your clit. Wisps of cotton candy strands float through your fingers as you clutch at his hair. Jimin hums with every tug, every pull, the vibrations making you join him in delicious harmony. It suddenly occurs to you that you didn’t lock the door, but the worry is fleeting, quickly licked aside by Jimin’s roving tongue.

The door was unlocked the first time, too. The memory of that day replays itself in your neediest moments, when you’re craving a fix.

It had been weeks of salacious comments and heated looks. Recently Jimin had added little touches into the mix - a hand pressing on your back just a few seconds too long, fingers brushing your cheek as he removed a hair that you both knew wasn’t there.

He’d found you in the hallway backstage, kneeling on the ground with your back to the wall, working on mending a torn sleeve. He came to a stop, asking you to help him with a tear in his pants, claiming he’d meant to ask before but had forgotten. But as you examined the fabric, you found no tears, no rips, nothing but smooth material stretching over thick thighs.

From your knees, you peered up at him in confusion, only to find him gazing down at you with a smoldering expression. Knowing that anyone could walk by at any moment, you’d cleared your throat, and his face relaxed.

He feigned ignorance, said another stylist must have already gotten to it, but when his muscles flexed under your touch, drawing your attention to the growing bulge in his pants, you knew the truth.

Fighting to keep your breathing normal, you’d sighed. “I swear to god, Jimin, you were put on this earth to give me a headache,” you informed him with naked exasperation as you’d straightened up, trying your best to act like you weren’t soaking through your underwear at the thought of his dick in your mouth.

“Oh, Noona, I was put here to do a lot more than that to you, I promise,” Jimin replied with that wicked smile of his, and that was it, the last straw. You snapped.

“Okay, that’s it!” you’d hissed, latching onto his arm, tugging him into the dressing room behind you. The door slammed shut as you rounded on him. “Enough already! I’m sick to death of you tormenting me like this! It’s all just empty words meant to get a rise out of me - and I’m not going to give you that satisfaction anymore!”

“Empty words?” Jimin’s eyebrows had hit the ceiling. His voice jumped an octave. “Empty words?” He’d stepped forward, crowding your space, pushing you back until your ass hit the makeup table behind you. Stumbling, you ended up on the table, gasping as he framed you in with his arms to lean over you. “Noona, you have no idea how wrong you are right now.”

There was a loud roaring in your ears as you sunk your fingers into the velvety-soft collar of his jacket, bringing him dangerously close to your face. “Then fucking show me, Jimin.”

His arms pulled you into his embrace as Jimin surged forward, finally planting his plump lips on yours. The heat of his kiss engulfed you, roaring flames burning everything in its path, like caution and reason. When he came in your mouth that day, you knew there was no going back.

And now you find yourself here, hiding in this dressing room, seeking another hit. Jimin fidgets on the ground, rubbing one hand over his crotch while he fucks you with the other.

“Do you need help with that?” He can’t see what you’re looking at, as his face is currently buried, but his muffled whimpers let you know that he understood your question, and he pulls away, rising to his feet while his pants fall to his ankles.

“Fuck, Noona, so good, always so good.” He’s hot and slick in your hand, tip already coated in precum, and the two of you pant in tandem as you bring each other to the edge with your hands. It’s always fast and messy with him in the end, no matter how much he builds you up with his taunting.

It’s surprisingly easy for the two of you to find reasons to slip away and meet like this. You’ve become intimately familiar with so many stadium dressing rooms, restaurant bathrooms, even the occasional hotel gym or sauna. Within seconds, he has you on your knees, on your back, bent over and moaning.

Despite the way you rush headlong into these rendezvous, you’re not naive. At some point, there will be a reckoning. This can’t go on forever. But right now, as he coaxes an orgasm from you with his thrusting fingers and hungry kisses, you let your mind go clear, giving in to the sensations.

Park Jimin might be a demon, but you’re the one who can’t resist the sin. It’s too sweet.

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hajimakitten · 1 month

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀. | OT7 BTS reverse harem

author's notes: this story is really getting me pumped up! i'm trying to make this a bit of a slow burn in regard to bts not being able to find ryley right away, but i don't know how much longer i can take! lol. hope you guys are enjoying so far!

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

The Search Begins | Chapter Two

As the lights dimmed in the arena, signaling the end of the electrifying concert, BTS stood backstage, adrenaline still coursing through their veins. But amidst the euphoria of their performance, one thought lingered in their minds: Ryley.

"Guys, we need to find her," Yoongi declared, his voice laced with determination as he gathered the group together.

Namjoon nodded in agreement. "She might have already left, but we have to try. We can't let our soulmate slip away."

Jimin's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Let's split up and search the venue. She can't have gone too far!"

The members dispersed, each taking a different direction in the maze of corridors backstage. Meanwhile, Ryley and her friend Samantha were making their way out of the arena, their hearts still pounding from the breathtaking performance they had just witnessed.

"That was incredible!" Samantha exclaimed, her eyes shining with awe. "I can't believe we were so close to them!"

Ryley smiled, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She couldn't shake the feeling of connection she had felt with the guys during their brief encounter earlier. Was it just her imagination, or was there something more?

Lost in her thoughts, Ryley barely noticed when Samantha grabbed her hand suddenly, her gaze fixed on the exit so they could leave.

Ryley looked up and turned last minute to see someone familiar emerging from one of the corridors from backstage, his expression determined as he scanned the crowd. Her heart skipped a beat as she locked onto Taehyung's form, who was looking around frantically.

"He can't be looking for me," Ryley whispered to herself, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Ryley's mind raced. What should she do? Should she approach him? But before she could make a decision, she felt a gentle tug on her arm.

"Come on, let's go," Samantha urged, looking tired and ready to head back to their hotel for the night.

Ryley hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to meet BTS and the fear of what might happen if they found her. But in the end, curiosity lost, and she followed Samantha as they disappeared into the crowd.

Meanwhile, Taehyung's heart sank as he scanned the sea of faces, searching for any sign of Ryley. But she was nowhere to be found.

"She's not here," he sighed, his shoulders slumping in disappointment.

"Don't worry, Tae," Jimin reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder after walking up behind him shortly after. "We'll find her. We have to."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

As Ryley and Samantha melted into the crowd, her pulse quickened at the thought of being sought after by the global superstars, but a voice in the back of her mind whispered doubts. What could she possibly offer them? They were untouchable, adored by millions of fans worldwide. How could she, a mere mortal, ever hope to compare?

Samantha nudged her, breaking through her reverie. "Come on, let's go."

Ryley followed Samantha through the exit, her steps faltering as doubt gnawed at her insides. With every passing moment, the weight of her perceived inadequacy grew heavier, suffocating her with its relentless grip.

As they slipped out of the arena and into the cool night air, she couldn't shake the feeling of unworthiness that hung over her like a dark cloud. She stole a glance over her shoulder, half expecting to see BTS hot on their trail, but they were nowhere in sight.

"They're gone," Ryley mumbled to herself, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Inside her heart ached with a longing she couldn't name. How could she ever hope to belong with BTS when she felt so out of place in their world?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Back at the hotel, BTS settled into their rooms, but Taehyung couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him from within. Despite the excitement of their search, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of his mind.

"What if she doesn't want to be found?" he mused aloud, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jin glanced at him and tried not to feel hurt by the thought alone. "We'll find her, Tae. We just need to keep looking."

But as Taehyung lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that clouded his thoughts. Was this woman really their soulmate, or were they just grasping at straws?

It didn't seem as though any of them would be getting much sleep tonight as none of the guys had gone back to their respective rooms to sleep, only wanting to be in the company of one another after the trying night they had. Sure, their concert was amazing and it was so wonderful to finally be back in the same room as ARMY, but they never had expected to find another soulmate. Wasn't seven enough? Everything was frustrating and complicated, but they knew that they had to try. And as Jungkook laid down with his arms wrapped around his Hobi-hyung's waist, cuddling into his side with a deep sigh, he made it his own personal mission to find her. Not just for himself, but for his hyungs too.

They needed her more than they had initially realized.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Meanwhile, Ryley lay in her own bed, the weight of her insecurities pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she wrestled with her inner demons, wondering if she would ever be worthy of the love and adoration BTS inspired in their legions of fans.

What was she thinking? Why would she even let herself believe that they were looking for her? Just because she had locked eyes with Namjoon for a short moment? It probably happened during every single concert they had, so she shouldn't even bother considering herself lucky for something so ridiculous. But... That feeling returns - akin to something tugging on her heart. What was that and why did it bother her so much?

In the darkness of her room, she whispered a silent prayer to the universe, hoping against hope that someday, she would find the courage to believe in herself as much as BTS believed in her. But for now, she was content to drift off into an uneasy sleep, her dreams haunted by the specter of her own inadequacy.

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hwaslayer · 1 year

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❥ please read my FAQ before anything, some questions may already be answered here!

❥ these are all my original works. all works are purely fiction and most contain mature content (18+), therefore it should not be viewed by minors. please do not repost or translate my work!

❥ key - fluff [f] | angst [a] | smut [s]

—ot8

❥ when the cat and wolf play | [a], [s]

spin-off from the bts witchers series; set in the same universe, years later

in progress ..

—mini series

❥ vivrant thing | [f], [a], [s]

inspired by the song: 'vivrant thing’ by q-tip

after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company holiday party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.

—one shots

❥ after hours | [f], [s]

an invitation to wooyoung’s event leads to the unexpected— a night of revelation that deeply blurs the lines between harmless fun and the thrill of exploring something more.

—series

❥ everythingship | [f], [a], [s]

inspired by the movie: life as we know it ;

your relationship with song mingi is the true definition of love and hate. though annoyingly despicable at times, he’s still someone you’ve grown fond over and both of your bestfriends are to thank for that. when life-altering moments leave you and mingi in charge of your bestfriends’ 10 month old daughter, the two of you learn out how to navigate treacherous waters together.

—one shots

❥ butterflies | [f], [s]

life with your husband & daughter is always full of butterflies.

—series

❥ reverie | [f], [a], [s]

falling in love with san was unexpected, but it blossomed into a love that was deep, pure, raw; a love so beautiful, it was like indulging in a daydream. but when you come back after being away for two years, you find out he's no longer the same choi san you fell in love with, no longer the choi san you built a deep, pure, raw connection with— because this choi san has forgotten all about you, and has given himself to someone else.

—one shots

❥ crimson | [a], [s]

life has always revolved around the club, the money, the clients— that is, until a first-time experience changes everything for san, for you; causing lines to be blurred, boundaries that are crossed. he didn’t think he’d get wrapped around your finger, falling deep into your spell. after all, he did become your number one client.

in progress ..

—series

❥ project: make you love me (ft. park seonghwa) | release: july ‘23 (completed)

yunho can't stand how you're so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—series

❥ untitled (ft. park seonghwa) | [f], [a], [s]

everything and everyone in your life has always been safe. you have incredibly supportive bestfriends, two fathers you adore, and your life planned out for the next 5-10 years. for hongjoong though, it’s the opposite— known to be the campus badboy, he’s someone who doesn’t take anything seriously, hates commitment and seems to encounter something new every day. when you cross paths with hongjoong, you begin to think that being safe and comfortable isn’t exactly what you want all the time.

—one shots

❥ home | [f], [a], [s]

when your home no longer feels like home.

—mini series

❥ love you in slow motion | [f], [a], [s] | release: april '24

seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, the warmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, you're more than just his bestfriend— you're love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.

—series

❥ darkness in divinity | [f], [a], [s]

as a fallen angel, seonghwa runs alongside of his leader, yoongi, his right-hand, hongjoong, and the rest of the fallen as they work to keep their underground activities alive and continue to make yoongi's power known across the city. despite the constant chaos and the darkness that surrounds him, he eventually meets you and finds a light that awakens within him. but as the stakes grow higher, seonghwa begins to question the path he's chosen— torn between his loyalty to yoongi and the group, and his need to protect you from danger that arises.

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feelings | 23

(photos at the end)

You and Jungkook walked side by side in silence. He has his hands in his pocket, pouting, as he was thinking of what to say to you. You, on the other hand, twiddled with your fingers, staring at the ground as you two walked.

You have never felt this awkward with each other before.

Jungkook clears his throat, breaking the silence. He looks at you from the side.

“So,” he starts off. “Yoongi.” He turns his head to look at you. “He told me everything.” You slowly nod, turning to him.

“Hyejin told me too,” you say.

“Should… we talk about it?” Jungkook says slowly. You turn to look in front of you again. You sigh.

“Can we sit down somewhere first?”

You two found yourself sitting on a bench by the Han River.

“So the guys had this idea, the fake dating thing,” Jungkook explains to you, looking out onto the river. “Because they thought it would make you jealous or something and confess that you actually like me,” he laughs as he says this last part, turning to you. “I wasn’t so sure of doing it, but Hyejin and I became friends because of it and decided to trick the guys that their plan backfired. We didn’t think you’d actually think we liked each other. I really do just like you.”

You smile at this, taking your phone out from your back pocket.

“There’s a reason why the boys were so persistent about it,” you say, taking off your phone case and pulling out the paper you kept inside. You hand it to him.

Nervously.

You avoid eye contact as you put your case back on and he unfolds the piece of paper.

“I saw this the other week when we switched phones by accident,” he says to your surprise. “I was telling the guys that you used to keep stuff in there all the time when we were younger and I found this in there. I was wondering who you wrote it fo–”

“It was for you,” you interrupt. “I wrote that back in high school. I was going to give it to you during lunch but Arin and Soobin were going through a breakup and then all our friends started breaking up after. I knew you felt the same way and I didn’t want us to end up like them once we were actually together. So I just kept it a secret.” You quickly confessed.

Jungkook stared at you with his big eyes.

You look up at him when he doesn’t respond.

“Jungkook?” you say, waving your hand in front of his face. “Hello?”

He snaps out of it and looks down at the piece of paper. A laugh escapes his lips.

“Are you telling me this whole time, you liked me back?” He says, smiling at you. You swallow. Nodding your head slowly.

“Yn. Why didn’t you just say so?”

“I was scared,” you reply. “All this time I was so sure that if you date your best friend you’ll eventually lose them. My mind was always filled with what ifs and it was always ‘what if we were only destined to be best friends and not a couple?’ We’d break up eventually and then we wouldn’t even be friends anymore.”

“And this is because of our friends from high school?” He asks. You nod again.

“You can’t base your love life over other people’s experiences,” he says. “There’s this one CEO of this company from.. I can’t remember, but I read it somewhere, and he’s been with his wife since high school and now they have four kids together and are happily married for over 10 years. It’s possible. You can be with someone for forever and you can be with someone for a few weeks. It will always be a ‘what if’ if you never take the chance to see what it will really be.”

“I.. I know that now,” you say. “And I'll make sure my what if’s stay as what if’s and not become my reality.” You don’t realize how close you two are to each other on this bench. Looking at each other, face to face. You see Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your lips.

You quickly turn away, looking up at the sky. Jungkook frowns slightly, but turns away to look up too.

The stars were shining brightly, a couple flying through the sky.

“Hey was that another shooting star?” Jungkook says in amazement, pointing up. You smile.

“I think so.” You look up at him. “Did you make a wish?” His eyes were closed. He nods his head before opening his eyes to look at you.

“What was it?” you ask him. He laughs, shaking his head.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?” You ask, shoving his arm. “I want to know.” Although you knew exactly what it was.

“If I say it, it won’t come true,” he says.

“If I tell you mine, it might cancel out,” you say, your eyes looking straight into his eyes before quickly glancing at his lips. He notices this and swallows.

“I- I wished that you’d give me a chance tonight and finally be my gi–”

You stop him with a kiss.

This was your first kiss actually.

Everyone has always said that first kisses were awkward but it was kinda nice.

Jungkook was surprised at first but quickly melted into the kiss, lifting his hands up to pull your face closer.

Finally, after years and years of dreaming about this moment.

His wish came true.

feelings

๑ part twenty-three: i gave in ๑

pairings: jungkook x reader

a/n: so sorry for the late update! i have been busy and also have been having writer’s block. i kind of feel like this is rushed?? but at the same time, i dragged it out for too long lol

so i hope you still like it bc i’m not sure if i do akjdhjkhfklj

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still-with-koo · 1 year

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Hot Chocolate | KTH

summary: you want to find someone for your best friend. but what if the one he wants is you?

pairing: taehyung x reader

wc: 1,213

warnings/genre/rating: PG, friends to kinda still friends maybe; idiots to definitely still idiots; angst; fluff; one or two swear words; unresolved ending. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: this is a repost of a drabble i wrote late at night after the scene just randomly popped into my head. it’s kinda cute but also very annoying. i love hot chocolate and snow so both of these make an appearance. anyways, i hope you enjoy ☃️🧋

You watch the snowflakes drift through the cool night air, painting the azure sky with streaks of white gold. Looking up it felt like the stars were slowly gliding down to earth, their descent holding you mesmerized before landing softly on the blanket of snow below.

The sound of snow breaking beneath someone’s feet pulls you out of your reverie and reminds you where you are. A lonely out-of-service bus stop in town, cars driving past you on their way home to someone else.

You slowly turn around, praying you were not about to be hit on by some creep.

“Tae,” you sigh in relief, beaming at him as he smiles back at you fondly.

Then your smile turns into a frown.

“Where’s your car?”

He stuffs in hands in his pockets and looks away, trying to mask his sheepish grin.

“In the shop.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t have to come all the way down here, you silly goose. I could have ubered home.”

“Exactly why I didn’t tell you. I needed an excuse to leave my date early. Oh and if she asks, you were in a car accident, ok?”

“Your date— Wait, that was tonight? Fuck, I thought you two would hit it off. What happened?”

He shrugs his shoulders and looks away.

Then he turns back to you with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Do you want hot chocolate?”

He knew you could never say no to hot chocolate.

“Ok, but we’re not done talking about this.”

“Fine. Then come here and hold onto me, I’m freezing.”

You walk over to him as he juts out his elbow for you to put your arm through, snuggling up to him and feeling the chill melt away.

You look up into his eyes and he’s already grinning at you, his signature boxy grin coaxing a smile out of you as you let out an exasperated sigh.

You rest your head on his shoulder and you two start to walk towards the cafe only a block away in comfortable silence except for the sound of your boots sinking into the snow-covered sidewalk.

After a few minutes, you break the silence.

“Ok, tell me what happened.”

“She was boring.”

You lift your head to stare at him.

“Boring—? She’s a lingerie model. How is that boring?”

He just shrugs his shoulders as you both continue to walk.

“Meh. She had all her clothes on, I guess.”

“Wow ok, thanks for that image,” you grumble, shutting your eyes and shaking your head as Tae chuckles, pulling you closer to him to prevent you from tripping in the snow.

“But seriously, Tae. I can’t keep finding people for you. Mrs. Kim desperately wants grandkids - why deny her that?”

He sighs, deciding to ignore your question.

“You can stop looking for someone for me, Y/N.”

“Why? So you can let your poor mom continue to worry about you? We had a long conversation about it just last week and she’s right. You need to keep an open mind because the perfect person might be right in front of you.”

He smiles weakly to himself, realizing the message he thinks his mom was trying to relay.

“I will talk to her. I just… I don’t want you to look for anyone else, ok?”

You stare straight ahead, a little miffed by Taehyung’s request but you continue to hold his arm as you both walk through the snow.

“Fine. I will stop looking. But I really want you to find someone, Tae. An amazing person like you deserves someone to wake up next to, to feel safe with, to love. You have so much love to give, Tae.”

He sighs again, the sound of footsteps in the snow halting as he turns to face you. A moment of silence but it felt like much longer as you look up at him in confusion.

When he finally speaks, it comes out very quietly. Hesitantly.

“What about you?”

You raise your eyebrows, clearly not following him.

“What about me?”

“Don’t you deserve all those things too?”

“Me? Well, yeah, I guess so.”

“But you don’t have anyone?”

“I… I mean I had Seokjin. For a while. But yeah, you’re right, I don’t have anyone now. I guess I should look for someone for myself, huh?”

“Do you have to look for someone?”

You laugh.

“Well they’re not going to magically appear in front of me, are they?”

Tae was staring at you with a frown on his face, concentrating so hard like he was trying to telepathically communicate a message to you.

“And if they were?”

“If they were what?”

He sighs.

“If they were right in front of you, then what?”

You tilt your head to the side and look up at him, confusion stitching a crease between your brows.

“I’m not sure I understand, Tae.”

He bends down to look you straight in your eyes, seemingly searching for something. What he was searching for was a mystery to you.

After a few moments he looks away, letting out a short puff of air as he stomps off.

“Never mind.”

You stare at his back as he walks away angrily. You were completely befuddled by the entire interaction.

Shaking your head a little, you run after Taehyung as you yell out to him.

“Wait, Tae! We’re still getting hot chocolate, right?”

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mochilatae · 21 days

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Listen (Taehyung x Reader)

Word Count: 8.9kish

Pairing: Taehyung x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Dirty talk, voice kink, shyness/nervousness, flirting, stalking behavior, mild obsession/fixation, fingering, kissing, sucking, orgasms (yours), squirting (light), body fluid kink, masturbation, rubbing, questionable ethical stuff (Tae using the school directory to snoop), implied rule breaking (dorm visitor hours violation, etc), sucking, biting, college student encounter, multiple orgasms, swearing, finger sucking, body fluid ingestion (he licks you off his skin). I'm sure I forgot some.

Genre: PWP, Strangers to Lovers

AUs: College BTS

Summary: Everyone has kinks. You stumble upon your own when a sound takes over your thoughts and desires. A plan to discover more about it goes further, faster than you expect.

Author’s Note: This one took a while to edit and rewrite (here and there), but thank you for reading it!

If you liked it, feel free to leave a comment telling me! Reblogging is appreciated but never required.

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Have you ever been attracted to someone’s voice?

If you’d been approached with that question, the answer would have been ‘No’. …Until this year.

Until exactly a month and a half ago, at the start of this term.

Auralism. You’d learned the meaning only recently.

Tonight your finger followed the printed text along the page until you found the word and carefully traced each letter with a pointer fingertip. Every curve and swoop of the ink, your belly fluttered.

To think: this sudden feeling inside you from a sound–one coming from another human being just doing the most basic kind of communication–could have an actual term to represent it. Something finally put to meaning the yawning pit that opened up inside you, at hearing a voice.

The tingle was in your chest again, then it moved south. You turned the page and scanned a block of words at the top, grateful for somewhere to put your focus and ignore the tension piling on. It had been with you from the moment your sneaker sole met the faded ruby carpet inside the library’s front hall.

While it hadn’t lessened over time, reading–or trying to–did the job to sink your fixation into something else, temporarily. Eventually a low chime from the intercom nearby broke your reverie. You glanced towards the sound.

Although it was expected you still held a breath. Soon enough came: The voice, buttery and deep, with the hint of a smile. The tone, always calm, regardless of day or time.

‘Attention all patrons. The Pierce Library will be closing in 15 minutes. Please gather your belongings and bring any materials for checkout to the front desk.’

You could almost recite it by heart. Instead, you leaned back, eyes closed, to enjoy the last hints of the voice until the sound faded. You were always waiting for this moment. Chasing it, slipping away too quickly for as long as it took to arrive. THAT was what set fire to your senses.

Your smile grew, checking your phone to confirm. Right on the nose–exactly 15 minutes before those front doors would be closed and locked. That meant he’d soon come through.

What you’d heard just a moment ago wasn’t the usual recording and that was an even bigger bonus tonight. The barest pause between instructions wasn’t lost on you. Noting those little differences had such an impact in tonight.

It wasn’t just that you’d heard the same spiel enough. A lot was owed to the knowledge of employee routines and schedules. Spending enough time here made that a natural eventuality. Which really mattered for one person in particular: The owner of that voice.

The voice that nibbled at your self control from the first time you heard it. Nibbles became bites as the interest and curiosity grew, along with attraction. You carried a simmering heat almost constantly. There wasn’t a time you passed by the library now without feeling light headed or tight from the waist down.

Normally being so ‘into’ something wasn’t your way. Nothing got such a hook into your brain. That it was specific to a person, that had you waffling between shame and delight.

After a deep breath, you stole a look at that word again, then closed the book and stood. You felt a little impressed at how deep your research had gone–from first glance in a kitschy sex book to the present deep dive into the psychological aspects of this interest.

Book cover braced against your chest, you swung one hip against the chair back. The remaining lights in the library’s further stacks blinked off. Aisle by aisle at the blackness closed in, leaving the barest shape of book tops barely discernible in the dim light overhead.

Phone tucked into one pocket. And the book. Actually leaving with non-study material was a mood booster. Reading for pleasure proved to be something much rarer these days.

The walk to the circulation desk was quick enough and you stopped there at the opposite end of the Checkout sign faintly swinging when the library doors opened, then closed.

Laying the book on the counter, you glanced around. The heavy silence left plenty of room to notice so many minor things: the checkout computer screen, still aglow. An errant pen, sideways across into an open notebook, next to a nondescript textbook–thicker than anything you’d bought this term. Judging from the density it wasn’t a light read.

Did he own it? To be graced with a golden voice, AND a strong study ethic? An appetite for learning did things to you too. Whatever the word for attraction to intelligence was, you’d seen it once then promptly forgotten. In spite of that your suffering was doubled.

Facing forward didn’t prevent the light shock when a form appeared at the farthest of the counter and stepped behind it, then headed your way. The world narrowed as he got close. It was a good few inches of height difference. You kept focus on the book until he stopped right across from where you stood.

He met your rising stare with a smile. The big, beautiful kind. He barely tugged the shirt sleeves rolled to the inside of both elbows. Not a complete departure from the usual campus attire and enough to make him stand out. At least to YOU.

As he stood right here, you confirmed an earlier suspicion: he’d passed by before, pushing a cart of books and humming over the creaking wheels. The view of his retreating back had been as satisfying as seeing him approach now. A thin smile crested your lips. Even under the light here, his eyes held a curious glimmer. The angle of his head changed and his welcoming smile shrank a little.

He motioned, raising one dark brow. “Checking out or returning?”

This voice, so distant for weeks–only through speakers and on oft played recordings–was now directly in front of you and speaking to you. Several of your fingers curled the counter edge, clinging.

“Um..” A moment later, you managed to slide the book across the counter with a small push. His eyes went to the cover. “..Checking out.” After an extended study of the book, he shot you a look, grinning more.

Whomever this guy was, his existence proved the concept of perfect facial symmetry wasn’t just a hyped theory. Just keep checking those boxes, sir. It all kept getting better–a perfect voice. Perfect face. Brains. You couldn’t dare to imagine what else he was hiding that was on your list of ‘things’.

If any other students had queued up behind you, there was no chance you’d even notice. And who could blame you? Especially when he found your stare again. Your nails sank into the wood under the counter’s edge.

The man braced one elbow into the top and his lids dropped a little.

“What’s your name?”

“Me?” To think you’d drummed up scenarios with him asking this very question. It was fun to imagine him watching you too. From afar. Maybe not as sneaky, like you tried to be. But letting that possibility into your mind was almost enough to burn you up on the spot.

You took a breath, working hard to separate yourself from spiraling over this routine conversation. He probably did it hundreds of times a week so this wasn’t a thing for him. You were sure, even if it was moving your entire world right now.

Half turned away and waiting for a reply, his eyes narrowed on the monitor. He clicked around, then typed into a small pop up on the screen. Even the electric white glow complimented his features. But you almost couldn’t be surprised, even if your fevered, crush drunk mind might be exaggerating things. Without anyone around, it was okay to lean into the delulu a bit.

After enjoying the view, you drew a bracing breath. It was time to get a grip. Focus. Get through this. Shape up, girl. You came here enough, this had to happen eventually. You went looking and found him.

Now was not the time to mess things up. Wherever this ‘situation’ might end up.

You fumbled, patting your coat and jeans pockets and your belly dropped. No familiar shape of your student ID in any pocket. The air thinned and you coughed, throat tightening. The sound earned his side eyes and crooked one corner of his mouth.

“Name?” He asked, much quieter. There was a purr in his tone that rode your nerves and struck right between your thighs. Just like when you listened to those recordings. The oddest kind of Pavlovian response, and what a time to have it.

You were about as sturdy as a sand barrier under the rushing tide. What could come from full frontal exposure to something you’d been craving for weeks. It was enough of an ask that your legs not collapse. To hide a tremble, both hands dove in your pockets. Your shoulders started to rise.

“I don’t have my ID..” You had to sound nervous as hell. Not since first year speech class had you felt that heat at your collar, but it was here, now. Begging you to tug and vent the warmth bottle necking.

“I don’t need that. ..Just a name is fine.”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n..” His fingers moved over keys. The screen changed, washing his face in more neon hues.

“..Miss L/n?”

The man turned back, then opened the book. Inside the cover, he scanned the barcode, then stamped a due date. Next to it he wrote initials.

There was your chance with his head bowed. No time like the present. Couldn’t be too obvious. It didn’t prove easy, especially when a few more lights turned off nearby and more darkness closed in.

You leaned closer to ‘check’ the date, and noted the letter T. Much more than that was challenging in the upside down view. His handwriting wasn’t flawless but it was unique enough you couldn’t quite catch the second letter.

He wore no name tag–no student worker did. It wasn’t as if the night was long enough to stand here, squinting at lined paper and looking for an answer. Especially one solved by a direct question.

“--Um…what’s your name?”

Facing you again, he held out a receipt as he replied. “Tae.”

His muted shyness had you delighted.

“Tae..hmm..” You suddenly detected a note of lavender in the air. It had to be coming from Tae.

“Don’t think I’ve heard that name before.”

“Well, my name isn’t common.”

“..And your last name?” Not even rising nerves could stop you asking.

Hormones that had been dining on your self control from the moment you sat down continued, unabated. Nature’s greatest inspiration and owed all the thanks for bringing you here–day after day. Keeping you camping in a library chair or at a table, nourishing a quiet obsession. Working towards an eventuality that finally arrived tonight.

“No one usually asks me that.” Tae showed no offense or displeasure. If anything you read a pleasant surprise. The same couldn’t have been said about you if the same question had come from a stranger at a first meeting.

“Hope it’s not rude?” You asked, just to clear the tiniest nagging doubt.

“No.” Back was the shy smile that made your guts heavier. After a pause, he gazed at you, continuing.

“My last name is Kim.”

“I’ve heard that name around campus.” You admitted. Kim was a common enough last name. Was there a chance he’d know any of the other Kims walking around on this campus? None of the ones you’d seen bore a single passing resemblance to Tae.

NO ONE could look like him.

Tae smirked. “No relations, as far as I know.”

“Yeah?”

Tae nodded. “I’ve met a few of them–had some classes with one. Super smart guy. Probably the smartest I’ve ever met here.” As you watched, Tae picked at a few specks on his sweater. “I could use some of his intelligence, honestly.” He concluded.

You winced at his subtle self depreciation. You were prone to the same thing, so it was easy to understand, but you still didn’t like or believe it when Tae said it.

“That’s not light reading by any means.” You pointed to the nearby textbook you’d seen before Tae showed up.

He glanced at it, then offered a shrug. “It’s required course reading. I DO like to read, though.”

“Well…you’re working at the right place, then. Being a library employee does have perks.”

He nodded with a laugh that made you smile too. One thing stood out this close: the shape of his natural smile. Was so much more than just handsome. How many other girls saw it? Especially with that grin spread on his face during small talk, or when he went about his day on campus.

It wasn’t reasonable to assume you were the only one thinking about Tae, but that didn’t matter at this moment because he was talking to YOU. This indisputable fact had your head lighter.

“What is this book? I’ve never read it before..” As he asked, Tae pulled it closer and spun the book around. As he read the cover, one finger followed the words. But this digit was long and slender. You swallowed.

“Just something silly–”

“The Psychology of Human Sexuality.” He murmured, lifting one brow again. Fervently you prayed he didn’t open it randomly to ‘check things out’. Or even worse—discover the page you’d noted. And the post-it with your new favorite word written in flourishing letters.

Heartbeat thundering, you let go over the counter and fussed with your pockets again. Your throat had gone from being tight and pulsing to dry and hoarse as you spoke.

“Kind of recreational. Seemed interesting, compared to the usual required reading.” That was way more truth than anything else. No shame pressured you to lie. And anyway, you had a strong feeling Tae wasn’t the type to judge a choice.

His expression turned placid. Tae seemed to be assessing something, then nodded and glanced at the clock nearby and took a step back from the counter.

“I hope you enjoy it, then.”

After he turned away, you watched as he gathered his things–a black hoodie. Book bag. Finally he turned back to the computer, clicking and typing again. Eventually the screen went dark and he straightened.

That was your sign. Get while the getting is good. Proper conversation always went best when the participants knew the right time to leave.

“Thanks for checking this out to me” you murmured. It took a little bit before “It was nice meeting you..” followed.

“It’s my job..and I kinda like this whole checking out books thing.” Tae was back to being cutely shy and it really suited him. So did the cheeky smile that came with it,much to your delight. It was hard not to wonder how often he trotted this smile out with others.

For a few seconds Tae’s attention was on the exit.

“Have a good rest of your night, Y/n.” He finally murmured.

You preferred to keep your focus on him. Really nothing could tear it away at this point. There wasn’t much else in this plane of existence right now with Tae in front of you. A little over the top, but this was a literal dream come true.

“Thanks.” You took a few backward steps, then turned and headed for the doors. His next move would remain a mystery.

Your steps quickened and you were at the doors in second, then ducking through. Outside, you inhaled cool night air as you waited until your racing heart slowed just enough. It was like you hadn’t felt. Hadn’t realized. Just like so many other things in the orbit of Taehyung Kim.

The doors clicked as your foot left the last step. At that sound weight slid away.

‘Have a good rest of your night..’ Tae’s parting words weren’t much, but they left you floating.

The misty air of the evening was erased by a flush of desire as you hurried across the quad. In the distance the shape of your dorm became visible as you closed the distance, darting around planters and benches. It was so empty and quiet, but every step his words repeated again and again. So did the bolts of arousal, stabbing through your core.

You didn’t have the sense or nerve to say it then, but you thought it now. I will,Tae. All thanks to you.

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It wasn’t a far off assumption that the plan of your night would follow routine: you, belly down, on your bed and leafing through the pages of a magazine.

But that was before tonight, when fate saw fit to change things. Like in the library. Revelation was the knock on your door. Not exactly unusual, but you didn’t have many visitors, unlike other students here. And that was how you preferred it.

Routine flow stopped as you looked up, waiting for a beat.

This was a fairly large building on campus. It wasn’t odd to get someone knocking now and then, having come to the wrong floor in search of a friend. It was a weekly occurrence, and not one you were hard pressed to resolve right now. You could wait more. Maybe even long enough, whoever it was would go away.

The knocking at this hour was odd. Usually the ‘wrong room’ faux pas happen during daylight hours, or twilight at worst, but that detail was minor. No need to split hairs about it.

A double thump against the door, this one firmer, with a clear intention. Whomever this was, wrong or right, they probably would do another knock. And maybe even another. Soon it would draw attention. For how quiet it had to be in the hall outside, sound could carry MUCH further without the rabble of daily dorm life as a buffer.

Standing with a huff, you tugged on the first oversized sweatshirt within reach and headed for the door. Standing close to the dull painted wood, you aligned one eye to the peephole and squinted through the fisheye lens.

Not as much was clear, save for a mop of vaguely golden-brown hair and the barest outline of a long coat with broad shoulders. Distortion stretched the figure, adding height. Or it might be the panic in action—that never failed to warp your senses.

After you unlocked the door, you peeked into the open space. The tip of your nose preceded you, catching the musky hallway air.

“Who—”

Quickly you stopped as a pair of eyes met yours under a tangle of bangs. No confusion. No wrong room goofiness. No mistake to excuse this. Those were the very same eyes that gazed across the checkout desk.

Him.

Taehyung Kim. Smiling warmly enough to dispel the chill rising.

“Hi.” He held up a book, the cover facing out, then waved it. “Forget something?”

Your eyes went there, the hand on the door knob tightening as weakness crept up your legs. THAT was the nagging feeling. What you’d been trying to remember since coming through the door a while ago.

Whether you wanted to faint or hoped the ground would open up and pull you to the center of the earth, it was all the same. In seconds sweat dappled your spine. Your face got hotter as you met his question with a shrinking smile after sneaking another unnecessary peek at the cover.

That was your book in his hand, bobbing back and forth. Oh my god. You didn’t remember giving your address. Whatever rule he might have broken, he had access to the student system to get what he needed. That meant he’d made the conscious effort, then went further, coming across campus to find you.

At this late hour. After work. On a school night.

“Geez.” After you opened the door a bit more, Tae passed the book, then rested his empty hand on the door frame. He wasn’t imposing or inserting himself over the threshold. You could close the door, safe in the gut feeling that he wouldn’t stop you.

It was the next logical step with delivery complete, if that was his true purpose. And why wouldn’t it be? Tae wore such a relaxed grin and his lids sat lower. It was subtle, but there in the depths of his eyes: a flirt. Sweet and delightful, but charismatic too. A change from when he’d scanned your book at the checkout desk.

DO SOMETHING. The urgency roared through your mind. Soon thought became action when you raised the book and waved it like he'd done.

“Thanks.” Your lips vaguely shook, even curved in a smile. If Tae could tell, there was no sign in his generally neutral expression, after his smile melted away.

He squinted through the open door, past your form and without a trace of shyness. Tae wasn’t rushing the moment as he eyed the interior. There wasn’t much to see from where he stood. None of the dorm rooms were spacious enough to give everything away at the door. Your single bedside table lamp and string lights along the bookshelf didn’t bring further clarity. They barely provided ambiance.

“It’s kind of a pigsty at the moment.” You freely confessed. Suddenly you were sure this was too much stuff in too little a space, even if it hadn’t bothered you until this moment. Tae made you aware–of your body now, and everything else around you. Nothing like your complete obliviousness in the library.

Tae’s form lounged into the frame, filling the space nicely, testing your self control all too quickly. It wasn’t like he’d grown a few inches on the walk over, but he had more on you than first gleaned in the library.

“Hard to tell.” Tae’s brow rose, then he chuckled. You didn’t feel like laughing. Couldn’t, with your chest growing tight.

“Was there something else?” You managed. The book seemed heavier after you asked. Staying mute, Tae studied you this time before he stood upright again.

“Are you busy? I wouldn’t mind seeing inside here more. You say it’s a mess—that’s a relative term. I’ve had roommates that lived in a hoarder’s dream. I doubt your room is in that kind of shape.”

Rapidly your heartbeat climbed.

“S..sure.”

You stepped back, opening the door further. Tae came through. Maybe this was one of those REALLY vivid dreams. Feeling so real you’d swear on everything you were awake. The thing you wanted so much–him here, in your dorm room alone–was happening this very second. Apparently all the prayers you’d sent up finally paid off tonight.

Still, you squeaked in surprise as Tae rolled his shoulders and the coat slid to his forearms. Stripping himself of his outerwear proved his stature wasn’t all fashion illusion. Even in his remaining shirt and jeans, he looked impressively broad.

You turned back from locking the door to see Tae draping the coat over one forearm, then he began to scan.

“Where should I put this?”

You took the jacket and hung it on a nearby hook–the only one empty among the row of several already overburdened ones.

“This is fine..” You replied.

As you moved further into the room, Tae’s steps trailed. As you paused in the middle, between the bed and a small closet directly across from it, he stopped just at your right side. Silence that went on for a handful of seconds while you surveyed the space.

“Not as small as I expected for a single room.” Tae hummed in conclusion. Either he was being polite or optimistic, you couldn’t decide, but you had to appreciated it either way.

“I guess. I can’t complain. Makes it a lot easier without a roommate. Somehow those double rooms manage to feel smaller.”

“Yeah?” Tae stepped away, strolling to the foot of the bed. You went to the left side, attention anywhere but him.

Eventually you gazed out the window and followed the slow procession of a couple, meandering down the sidewalk below. You wouldn’t mind holding hands with Tae the way you saw those strangers entwining fingers, arms swinging lightly. Probably chatting quietly with each synchronized footstep.

On another day or in another time you might have had the balls to go for that, but right now was WAY too soon, even if you’d touched him more in your fantasies. Without any kind of hesitation. The idealized version of you lived under no phantom weight of insecurity or awkwardness.

“Mind if I sit here?” Tae motioned towards the bed. You nodded and he sank down, both hands limply resting on his thighs. Here you could really stew in the fact that his attention wasn’t diminishing in how good it made you feel. It was like he was returning the favor. Squaring things up evenly for all the attention you’d paid to him for so long.

Did Tae have the same twisting inside, holding your stare? It would be something else to sink so much time gazing into those eyes as you’d spent reading books. Even the one you’d forgotten tonight, that he’d kindly delivered. With the book, there was hope he’d indulge you in a different kind of education.

Settled enough, Tae continued. “The book. Why that one?”

At his reminder, you looked down at the book lightly trembling in your grasp. Instinctively you opened it to the post-it tagged page and the word, notated in bright blue ink.

“Just…curious.” You were telling some measure of truth. It was one of many reasons, but you chose to keep Tae ignorant enough beyond that for as long as you could. Some would call it risk minimization. Or self preservation.

“Yeah?” He braced one palm into the bed and the other hand he held out. It was quickly obvious that he wanted to see the book again. Without comment you passed it back. Not bothering to close it. Maybe Tae had opened this thing and already saw the post-it on his walk over.

“I’m guessing you don’t make it a habit to forget books you check out..” He skimmed one page, then turned a few before stopping to read a little.

Finally he reached the post-it page. You prayed and hoped he didn’t know the word, as much of a longshot as that might be. A snowball in hell had better chances.

As demonstrated earlier, Tae’s expression revealed no understanding or ignorance as he finally looked up.

“...---you usually post-it note the pages, or is that reserved for textbooks you buy?”

You brushed a strand of hair away from one temple. Not your best effort to be casual, even with a tepid shrug. It was more a nervous kick back than a graceful toss of the head that sent your hair back.

“Not that it’s important, really. …Is that a death worthy offense?”

“No..” Tae glanced over the page. Who knew exactly what he was reading in the blocks of text on both pages. “--Highlighting the pages, that’s the real disrespect.”

You’d never considered doing that to a book you owned and it was a cardinal sin in the world of library patronage. He went back to studying the page briefly, then carefully closed the book and laid it on the bed, within reach.

“Y/n.”

A deliberate pause after your name left his lips. Like he was waiting and it worked.

You fidgeted with your sleeve. “Yes?”

“Come sit with me? I want to talk a little.”

“Yeah?” About what, you couldn’t imagine, but there was hope deep underneath the shock fissuring your sanity.

He patted the neatly done bedspread and you shuffled closer, then lowered. This was your space and property, so why did you feel so immobilized? Tae’s instructions seemed to be some blessing. Some..permission you needed. You boggled.

“There..” As the bed sank subtly under your backside, Tae’s hand returned to his thigh and rested.

His tongue glided over both lips. Quick, but effective enough to make your thighs flex. Your hands, previously limp on your lap, went to your thighs, condensing into fists.

“That word.” He began. His pointer finger followed the neatly done embroidered pattern running the bedspread as it meandered closer. “..Does it mean something to you?”

“No. I was just curious about it.” The lying was harder than ever. Downplaying wasn’t your strong suit either.

“Hmmm.” He was quiet again.

“Have you ever heard of it?” You probed. It would send you into orbit to think Tae could know. That he understood the concept of kinks and had any. To find out he followed any newly found ones to a natural conclusion where they became part of his collection.

It was a lesson in fuck around and find out when Tae nodded.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Nails sank into your palm.Blood rushed to your temples from between your legs. Of course. As if it had always made sense–he wasn’t afraid to read. A job at a library usually didn’t suit a student without the tolerance or interest to learn. That always led to discovery and contemplation. A Yes was the more than likely result, but hearing it from Tae was something truly special.

“What do you think of it?”

“The word?” Your brows pinched in confusion.

“The meaning.” Tae clarified with a warm grin. “Is that something you’re interested in?”

God what is happening right now? This moment was falling right into your lap. This whole NIGHT was like a missing puzzle piece in your life. Even with all those dreams and fantasies, you weren’t quite prepared for this night. This reality. But there wasn’t a way back, only going forward with the natural flow you felt pulling at your entire body and soul. And it was taking your right to Tae.

“Apparently..”

He seemed keen to suss out why. You didn’t blame him, having put a giant arrow right there essentially. In that book for him to see. He probably could tell you were the type who didn’t give time to things you weren’t truly interested in.

“Oh?” Tae leaned closer and the bed dipped more. “You get turned on by sound?”

You couldn’t look, turn away, or barely breathe. The pressure condensing inside your pelvis was pulling everything to it with the intensity of a blackhole.

“Basically.” Your eyes were barely open as Tae’s nose brushed your cheek. His breath warmed the trail of his touch.

“Is there a particular sound that does it for you?”

“Yes.” Time to lean into the experience. Just abandon all pretense of concern that he’d judge. Nothing about his questions right now were needling or picking your apart in any way.

Tae’s lips quirked. “Tell me. I’m curious.”

He’d be waiting a while since you suddenly couldn’t admit it, even for all the times you’d dreamed of his very encouraging, handsy reaction to that detail. Your lips refused to respond but your thighs were a different story, clamping with a vice-like grip, then moved against each other when your hips shifted.

Tae’s stare bounced down, then came back up, both brows higher. He followed one corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

“Is it a sound someone makes?”

Still, you couldn’t force out a response, but it was clear Tae already knew. He’d found the trail and doggedly followed the clues woven through your reactions.

He inclined his head, lips pausing within a hair’s breadth of your own. “Is it a voice? Is it…my voice?”

Tae had to be playing with you, or be devilishly smart. It was hard to know which. Clearly he could read people, as many as he encountered working on campus and attending classes. It couldn’t be clearer. Whatever his major, Tae’s observation skills were top tier. Skills like that, he could have been truly evil, but there was nothing in his energy that gave a sniff of evil.

“Uh huh..” You weakly managed. “I..can’t help it.”

“...And that’s why I’ve seen you at the library so much?”

“You…s..saw me there?”

Tae huffed. You hardly knew what to say to begin explaining—not that it would help. The jig was up. It was reasonable to prepare for the reality that he’d call you delusional or creepy before he got up and left. And he’d be well within your right. At the very least, you’d be lucky not to have a stalking complaint lodged with student affairs.

Compared to Tae looking up your dorm number during work hours with college equipment, your weeks of casing his job routine, just to indulge what had become an obsessive kink, seemed more legally perilous.

You held a breath, eyes screwed shut while Tae went on.

“Of course. I watched every time you came in. At first I thought it was the same old thing. Assignments or cram sessions. But..eventually, I realized it was something else–the way you reacted to the announcements. Only mine. It wasn’t hard to figure out it was my voice.. That you like it.”

It was fruitless to pretend or do damage control.

The world slid a little when you nodded, listing right towards Tae’s warm body. And making contact. Instead of pushing you away, the heat of his longing sigh rolled across your chin .

“What should I say?”

Tae, offering his voice up for use right now, allowing you a custom experience. Something levels above the usual fantasy. The chance to trade figments in the mind for flesh and blood, at YOUR command? Seemed almost too much to accept how this whole night was just getting better and better.

“Say?” You gulped. “You don’t think it’s..creepy?”

“Y/n, if I thought that, do you think I’d be here?”

“Maybe not–”

“No. I wouldn’t be. I am right now. So…let’s explore this..thing you have for me.You DO find me attractive, don’t you? Or is it just my voice?” There was a tickling playfulness in his tone. You shuddered softly and Tae’s eyes wandered to your chest. It wasn’t much to see with this big sweatshirt on.

Which suddenly felt too hot. Your skin was going damp underneath as you inhaled, chest heaving.

“I do.” Your groaning reply brought a boxy smile out on Tae’s face.

“So..” His voice dipped to that velvety deep rumble that your mind ran wild with during ‘self love’ sessions. Involuntarily your belly tightened. “Use it. Use me, Y/n. What can I do for you?”

“God..” You whined, helpless as your head dropped back, right into Tae’s palm. Like he’d anticipated, ready to guide you flat out on the bed. As you sprawled out, Tae leaned over, gazing into your eyes as they opened finally.

Running his thumb over your lower lip, Tae took a bite of his own.

“Don’t be shy. You’ve had at least a whole week’s indulgence. I’m flattered.” His voice dipped to nearly a purr, adding “...Now I want to see this little kink in action.”

His thumb prodded the warm, plump skin of your lips in exploration. A minute later, moving south to draw an invisible line between your breasts. At the waist of your sleep shorts he stopped, tickling the elastic waistband sitting below your abdomen.

Your hips undulated up, then your ass met the bed. Far and away, no fantasy had prepared you for this moment. No matter HOW often you’d clearly walked this kind of scene through.

Tae’s lids lowered further. “Or I can just talk to you, if you want, Y/n.” This option proved much more tempting. “Since I know you love my voice.”

You couldn’t scrape together words of reply, only nodding. A quiet laugh spilled over your neck when Tae leaned in and brushed his lips along your earlobe. Every exhale feathering your skin sent found ways to more than a few erogenous zones on your body–some you didn’t know until this very moment.

“P..please.” You finally whispered. Thank goodness Tae asked because this wasn’t something you’d ever be able to ask for out loud. You had enough to deal with right now, finding he was as you’d dreamed, and more than that only hours ago.

You needed that push, and he didn’t hesitate. Tae already had the reins as someone bolder than you, freeing intimate moments you’d tucked deep into your brain. The kind that only saw the light of day behind a safely locked dorm room door.

More fingers slid down your arm, to the sweatshirt sleeve, then circled your wrist and lifted that hand, bringing it to your belly. He laid that hand palm down, just above your mound, then dragged the back of a few nails along each knuckle. Slow. Deliberate. Unbelievably delicate.

“I want to see what you’ll do. What my voice inspires. You can give me that much, right?”

Another nod, then your head met the cool sheets, your senses drowning in a blending scents: detergent and the cloying sweet of Tae’s skin. Somehow, someway, he was already inside you, in some way–beyond your mind. You drew him deeper with a full breath.

When one leg drew up and the knee bent, Tae shifted around it, his thigh bracing your shin. Tae’s lips parted and breath shuddered through the space as he slid fingers under the waist of the shorts and brought them down an inch, then did it again. As he pushed the shorts down over your knees, heat rolled off bare skin. on escape made your skin prickle.

He wasn’t even properly touching you and every nerve was already blown wide open, ready to send every single sensation right to your head.

“There..” He murmured with another smile. His hand laid across your belly, then he curled the fingers curled under the sweatshirt hem and pushed it up just under your breasts.

Tae wasn’t hiding the curiosity in his eyes–he WANTED to see. If he read well enough, your body was talking too as your torso shifted and writhed. Need was crawling up from your thighs like a thousand snakes under your skin.

“What is it you think about, Y/n? You think about me kissing you? I like kissing. Especially lips like yours.” He made that act of pondering such a sultry thing. Normally you found it harmless and clinical.

Feeling suddenly heavy, your eyes rolled back. That was fine too, since it was much easier that way. You’d already dined well on sight alone and Tae's face floated readily in the blackness.

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You let a finger slip down, plunging through the slick folds at the apex of both thighs.

A bare forearm slid against your sleeve. “How often do you come home and do this---touch yourself while thinking about me?”

Tae’s fingers slipped over top of yours and cupped the back of your hand. Like you, his finger went to the second knuckle and for a moment you both stilled. Just you and Tae, trading squeaks and gasps. You rippled around the fingers as the temperature between your breasts climbed.

“You’re so wet. God.. Was this all from hearing me? Go deeper, Y/n. Show me what you wanted and how to open you up..”

The second leg retracted, then you rolled a bit more towards the silky plane of his palm. With you, his finger plunged deeper, then a pressure circle your folds clinging around him. He was flexing and bending a second finger so perfectly. How dexterous and flexible he’d need to be to do it.

A fist tightened and you pushed firm into the mattress.

For all the changes inside you right now, there was no hurry, on Tae’s part. Like the late hour or his location on campus didn’t matter. Especially when his body elongated next to you, pressure aligning your side.

This twin mattress was normally miserable for just you. Now it seemed just right. He made a limited space feel so open and unending. But even more: he was making your insides feel smaller. Tighter. Wetter.

I’m not weak. I’m taking this chance. He said he wanted me to show him. You wanted to open up so much more and give him an idea of what you experienced calling him to mind, over and over.

“I haven’t really used my fingers much, if I’m honest.” Tae grinned into your shoulder, then nibbled. Kissed and sucked the skin, lips popping.

You shook from breasts to thighs and they widened. No shame, unconcerned. Nothing but pleasure spilled through you as more of his finger moved inside. Stretching like this was a cake walk with so much slippery fluid all over. And it was all you.

A spastic clench washed through when Tae kissed your neck then moved to your ear. His teeth sunk against your earlobe. “You’re so tight. ..Virgin? …Or is it me? Keep going… Move your finger. Play for me.”

It was how heavy those last 3 words felt that snapped your thighs together. Trapped your entwined fingers. Tae was silent when pulled away, then burrowed into your neck.

Finally his finger matched your depth, then moved backwards and cycled forward again.

“Like this? That’s it…don’t stop..” Tae teased through gritted teeth. You knew that breathing, having done it so much deep in the throes of masturbating. Like he knew just how to echo what you hungry mind wanted most: the combined sounds of fucking. Fucking with you. You, fucking Tae. The pace of breathing came naturally as you melted into a groove.

Whether it was the fingering or the sexy thoughts, the pace built. His finger wiggled and he pumped it steadily, building a web of glistening ropes between more fingers. A few strokes later and he started to prod inside you.

The currents of pleasure rode your spine, bringing your breasts up. Tae laid his chest against your as bowed back. It was just right to pin you in place. His hand cupped yours so tenderly, but with that hint of a squeeze. Like he owned your hand. Ready to use it in conjunction with his own to do whatever he wanted. And whatever THAT was, you’d do.

What crime was it to want to go along with this?

“Where..is it��” He crooned. Pressure swept along your front wall and your whole body convulse. A shimmer flooded through you. Tae chuckled. Pressure crossed the same spot, going the other way.

“There.. That’s perfect. You feel that too? Let’s have some fun with this together. It’ll be even better next time.” You barely heard anything when Tae massaged harder into that spot. You gasped through the heat and slick that was rushing to your pussy.

Your whole body went stiff. So many signals in your brain wound together, snapping and rejoining haphazardly. The sweatshirt tightened across your chest, grazing your perking nipples. Tae grunted as he rutted against your hip. There was no mistaking how hard that cock was as it pressed tight and gyrated.

He felt long. And Tae had a nice width. His cock would easily hit right where he was massaging and even deeper. You were human. Healthy and full of hormones, all rushing you towards the pinnacle of wants: his cock, stabbing into you. Stroking deep. Stamping that spot, relentlessly. Hard enough to drive right through your high. A train roaring into the dark of a tunnel on a race to the other side.

And it sent you over the edge. The orgasm was massive and much needed. So much had stored up from thinking this long about Tae. Storing so much unquenched thirst and desire in the limited space was breaking every shy speck inside you. In a blink you snapped. Floodgates inside flung wide with your guttural moan. The first contraction was so hard the faintest trickle ran out around the fingers.

“Fuck…Jesus baby.. You’re running down the back of my fucking hand..” Tae didn’t stop, working you through with more thrusting, as flow diminished but contractions increased. He flexed his finger beyond your reach, to the last knuckle, far beyond where you’d started.

Tae tugged a few times and it wasn’t gentle, but there was no pain. Only thrumming, horny shock. Only warmth to the fingertips as your womb churned towards another high. Just at the end of cumming a second time, you noticed the damp warmth under your ass. No guessing what it was or who’d done it.

Coming back to your senses finally, Tae’s face came into view. It didn’t matter how long he’d been over you like this, a dozy smile on full display with cheeks a little more red. But of course he looked good.

There were bigger concerns in life but you were floating too far from them to recall a single one. Really there wasn’t much you’d really mind right now.

Around you the room took shape again. The shadows darkened spots beyond where the limited lighting reached. Familiarity sharpened too. Here you were, back on earth. In your twin bed. 2nd floor, room 215.

His fingers still deep inside,Tae’s nose grazed your cheek. His mouth sank against the roundest part just below your eye. He pinched skin in a faint kiss, then he spoke, lips still flush to your skin.

“You could find out...” You giggled, the sound creaking as your throat and neck flexed. Maybe you really were levitating. Maybe not. It would be well deserved from Tae. A huge payout for taking quite a gamble.

“You’re still pulsing..” He observed, making you do it again just by mention, and all too quickly. Apparently tonight you didn’t require down time, which was a nice change.

“Could I? Are you the type to fuck on first dates?” ANYONE else had said that,and they’d find a red, stinging cheek or a pair of aching balls. But Tae was setting you free, instead of shutting you down.

“Would that be bad?” You didn’t think of yourself as the type, but you didn’t imagine you’d do what you’d done for weeks over man’s voice. More than just his voice. Everything about him is on my list. He IS the list.

On the heels of a flirty smile, Tae’s lips thinned. “Not at all, but that will mean we need to go on a date first.”

“...Minor detail. I didn’t know if you were single.” …In spite of everything else you’d suddenly learned, or gathered previously.

“..You don’t date?”

“It just hasn’t been a thing.” Tae’s finger was out now. He grasped your wrist and brought your finger to his lips. Without a blink, he sucked it deep between his lips, then swallowed. Tae was beyond both sexy and hot as he licked that finger clean after. Like it wasn’t enough or he just wanted every last molecule of flavor. Every trace of your taste.

That was disappointment waiting in the wings. That was reality. All you wanted was to avoid it for just a bit longer. Stay cocooned in strong, firm warmth, like you found with Tae shifting closer. More contact points between you and him.

Tae’s track record was stellar. First meeting, this man had fulfilled so much of the fantasy, with fuel to spare. Being so skilled with his fingers and voice, you didn’t want to think about what it would do when his cock was buried deep inside you.

His stare hinted he might have been pondering the same thing, but he offered a coy gaze. You were quickly to terms with how hot the room had really been, even exposed so much. You groped for the sweatshirt finding the material felt heavier, smothering your previously content shape. The garment was bulky for your taste. It needed to be gone, soon.

“I never said a thing about my dating life, but I’m available. Can you say the same, Y/n?” Neither his lips nor his brows changed shape. Tae was serious. In keeping with the trend, he looked hot like that too.

It wasn’t like you’d been saving yourself for anyone. Only in the last few weeks you realized: the waiting had been for Tae, albeit unknown. His mystery held you captive. Thinking you knew someone you didn’t know, beyond what you could grasp onto: the way he sounded. There was no way Tae wouldn’t match his looks with the quality of his voice. Finding out tonight brought you full circle to a realization that you WERE available,because you’d been saving yourself for him.

You grinned. “Yes. Available is a good way to describe it. I guess you could say we can temporarily check each other out—like a library book.”

A fling with Tae was most likely temporary and you were prepared to accept that. If it turned to something with more permeance, you’d be pleasantly surprised. With clarity came sense and reason. Beyond that there wasn’t energy for concern.

Tae took a moment to process your attempt at humor, then let out an easy chuckle. “It sounds like a match to me.” He straightened to tug the sweatshirt higher as your arms went up. It was pure relief with the shirt peeled away from your body. Tae managed to land the garment over the back of your computer chair.

Good eye. Good calculation skills. What else is he waiting to flaunt?

You took turns extending each leg for Tae to bring them to your ankles. He flung it away with less than a glance back, then he stood, taking your stare with him.

“Are you..going?” You laid back into your elbows. The effort was Herculean, holding the pose as you tried to keep panic and concern off your face. Tae could go.

He hadn’t exactly stated his plan was anything more than returning your forgotten book.

“Do you want me to? Hadn’t planned it. Do you have a curfew?”

“No..” You quickly replied.Tae hesitated, then a brow lifted. A few seconds passed, then he began pulling his shirt off too, less gentle and more efficient, dropping it right off the side of the bed he was closer to. His hand returned to find your hip and rest there. Just this touch, this light pressure from the pads of his fingers, you were aching through your core.

Tae made himself comfortable, scooting himself closer into the new space you made by shifting away from him. He pushed the book up towards your pillows, then arranged his body out beside you even, stretched more comfortably.

“Good. Neither do I.” He whispered.

“I want you to stay.” You stared at the base of his throat and lines of muscle running up from there. He was all long, graceful parts.

His eyes narrowed as he produced another warm smile that was hell of a lot like the one you’d first seen at the library desk, sans the internal conflict and panic.

“I wouldn’t object at all.” To say the least.

If fate saw fit to bring Tae to you, let your admittance and bravery not get him taken away. You shouldn’t get hooked on him. One moment…one experience at a time.

“I think that’s doable, for a little bit longer. We can read a little more from your book. Heard it’s a spicy read.”

“Oh?” Your eyes found a corner of the book cover peeking out from under the pale corner of a pillow at the headboard.

“..You…read it before?” Something passed through his eyes but Tae did his best to shrug his upward facing shoulder, reclined on his side facing you.

“Skimmed it.”

“Yeah? Cool.” You exhaled and hoping it didn't sound as much like a moan to Tae as it did to you. More time was needed to reveal how truthful he was. How accurate his statement was, based on what he’d presented. Although you didn't judge someone for their reading preferences, you wouldn’t have guessed Tae had skimmed beyond the inside cover, where he'd stamped the due date.

Tae traced your chin and walked fingertips across your lips again until he was leaning across the space to cup your cheek.

“I think I should read it to you. Since you react so well to my voice. What do you think?”

Feeling far too spun out and pleasure drunk, you nodded. When one gets an offer like this, one shouldn’t pass up. His idea deserved your wholehearted support, since it was entirely and generously tailored for you.

“Sounds good.” If Tae wanted, he could read you the phone book and it’d get the job done.

This whole ‘aural’ fetish was a thing you were grateful for, even more because you knew now: Tae was into it too. Even if it was from the other side. Perhaps there were sounds YOU could make that would have such a hold over him.

Laying back into the bed, the cool sheets worked to dull the lingering heat from your skin. Tonight you didn’t have to stare at the ceiling and imagine his face. Instead, your eyes went to Tae next to you, fully drinking in his face and energy. Enough to carry you whenever he’d leave–tonight or tomorrow.

Not like you’d never see him again. You knew that more than you knew anything else.

Tae relaxed onto his back and trained a glossy pair of eyes on your shape, eyes running your body shape against the dim light behind you. He finally spoke again.

“Grab the book. Pick a chapter and let me hear you. We’ve got a lot of exploration to do.”

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