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Love Me Again | a kth oneshot (m)

Summary: Should a promise get in the way of the only love you’ve ever truly known?

Pairing: Taehyung x fem!reader | Also featuring: PJM, KNJ, JHS, MYG | Genre: non idol au, angst, smut (see warnings below)

Warnings: 🔞 SMUT (m/f inc.unprotected sex) lots of swearing/cursing, minor reference to serious illness |Rating: M ⚠️🔞 Adults only - minors should steer clear of the whole thing🔞⚠️ (all mature content under the cut)

Word count: 14.5K

Note: 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐-𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 ʟᴀʏᴏ(ꪜ)ᴇʀ 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 💛

Unlike the balmy heat of high summer nights, the dying days of summer carry cool breezes through the darkness. The chill that snakes through Taehyung’s room kisses the sweat on his skin, causing him to shudder.

You laugh, a low chuckle, as the sensation moves through your body, your hair brushing his face as he kisses your throat.

“Taehyung,” you moan, throwing back your head as you sit in his lap, riding him with agonising slowness as he clings to you desperately, his teeth teasing your nipple. He tries to buck up into you, needing to come.

“Behave,” you warn, pushing him onto his back so you can ride him faster, clenching around him.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moans, his heart swelling at your broad smile of satisfaction, “I love you so fucking much…”

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The next morning, his alarm wakes him insistently. He stretches his arm out, but he doesn’t need the coolness of the sheets to tell him he’s alone. He drags his sleep-heavy body from his empty bed, stumbling to his shower in the suffocating silence of his apartment.

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Mist rises in hazy, shimmering layers, diffusing into the early morning blue. The dew lifted gently from the manicured and too-green fairway by the insistent morning sun. Hyejin shields her eyes from the glare as she looks across the green. Her boyfriend’s friends are scattered about, swinging their clubs absent-mindedly as they chat enthusiastically in the early morning light.

“Why are we playing golf if nearly everyone is terrible at it?” she asks her boyfriend under her breath.

Smiling, Namjoon leans in, “Because we promised Taehyung we would,” he whispers, “And we’re hoping it might lift him out of the rut he’s been in.”

As he speaks, Hyejin looks over at Taehyung, he’s gnawing at his bottom lip as watches Yoongi gamely trying to correct your terrible swing.

“He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying himself,” she says, thinking aloud. Namjoon only grunts in agreement and so she continues in a quiet, confidential tone, “Y’know, this is the first time I’ve seen those two together,” she says, gesturing between you and Taehyung.

“That’s a conversation for later,” Namjoon whispers urgently as Jimin approaches, suspicion written over his face.

Hyejin nods, changing the subject in time for Jimin’s arrival, knowing how protective he is of Taehyung. Nonetheless, as the group work their way around the golf course, the gulf between you and Taehyung becomes more and more clear to her.

That evening, curled into Namjoon on Hobi’s couch, Hyejin takes the opportunity to return to the subject just as Jimin leaves to grab snacks from the nearby convenience store.

Namjoon and Hobi both listen carefully as she asks her questions: why is it that you and Taehyung are so rarely at the same events? Why is it, when you’re both so seemingly well-suited that you’re not friends? Did you used to date? Is your history the reason for the weird energy between you? Will you not be coming to Joon’s dinner party together as she’d assumed?

Namjoon and Hobi share a look of understanding, before Hobi responds, “It’s a strange situation. They used to be really close, but no they’ve never dated. It’s hard to go into the details, but it’s all to do with Taehyung’s ex -“

Jimin, with stealthy grace, reentered the apartment some time ago and chose to listen in instead of interrupting. He likes Hyejin but the way she looked between you and Taehyung on the golf course made him worry about her possible interference in the fraught situation between the two of you. Now he can stand by no longer, entering the room, “They would never work. They’re not meant to be, and pushing that agenda would be a massive mistake. Everyone involved would get hurt,” he says firmly, glaring at all three.

Hyejin flushes with embarrassment; Hobi notices, and seeks to ease the tension, “Don’t worry, it’s already been decided that Taehyung will come to the party with my sister, her husband has a conference that takes him overseas then.”

Hyejin is silenced as the conversation moves on; she doesn’t know why but it feels like somehow the scales of sympathy in this situation are tipped in Taehyung’s favour and she doesn’t understand why. Yes, she likes Taehyung, but she likes you too and cannot understand how you could ever have done anything to annoy Taehyung or to make him not like you. She thinks of you, alone at the party, and her heart goes out to you.

Matchmaking you and Taehyung may be a bad idea, but Hyejin is a resourceful woman and her mind is already moving onto Plan B.

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Hyejin smiles graciously around her guests as she returns from the kitchen with another two bottles of champagne; everyone has been well fed and Namjoon’s friends sit about the apartment in comfortable groups laughing and chatting. She catches Namjoon’s eye, he’s deep in conversation with Jimin and Hobi and he throws her a glowing smile. They’ve only even together a few months but it’s quickly grown serious, the two of them looking for the same commitment and she’s feels accepted by this group of his friends, as he is by hers. That thought in mind, her eyes seek out her friend Hyungsik, but his attention is occupied. She’s pleased to see Hyungsik sitting so closely to you, in chairs opposite each other, your knee resting against his as he leans towards you to be closer, his gaze and attention rapt. She had been confident that setting the two of you up would be a success and she’s thrilled that she was right to be.

Noticing your empty glasses she approaches, “More champagne?” she asks.

Hyungsik nods but you cover the mouth of your glass, “No more for me, thanks. I have a early start on things tomorrow and I’m feeling a little bit lightheaded.”

“Are you sure that’s not just Hyungsik?” she teases.

Both of you blush sweetly. Making insincere apologies, she moves on toward a group standing at the wall. They’re all laughing about something, except Taehyung, who seems to be trying to burn a hole through the back of Hyungsik’s head.

Blocking his laser-gaze, Hyejin offers him a top up and is surprised to see him accept it and down it in one gulp. Filling his glass again, she asks him if he’s ok, and only receives a gruff reply as he excuses himself to the kitchen.

The tone of their conversation clearly caught your attention, and with a smile you excuse yourself from Hyungsik, following Taehyung to the kitchen. All eyes turn to the scene and Hyejin notices Namjoon lay a hand on Jimin’s arm to stop him following. Spying Hyungsik’s look of confusion, Hyejin takes your seat and quickly distracts him explaining the apparent bad blood between you and Taehyung as she understands it..

You enter the kitchen to be greeted by Taehyung’s back as he stares out the window pointlessly; all there is to be scene against the darkness of the night is the reflection of the room behind him. You hear him audibly sigh as he watches your reflection enter.

“Taehyung…” you begin, unsure of what to say now that your here. You followed him on instinct, years of friendship and being attuned to his feelings and moods compelling you to follow him.

He doesn’t turn, “Yeah?” he replies, the one syllable coloured with boredom.

“What’s going on?” you ask bluntly, “You and I used to be so close. I know you’ve made it clear that you don’t want that anymore… I’m really am trying to respect your feelings, but I don’t understand what I’ve done and I want to.”

He turns to face you, “We just don’t hang out as much,” he says flatly, “There’s nothing more to it than that.”

You take in his heavy-lidded disinterested gaze and downturned mouth, “Taehyung, it’s more than that. We used to do everything together and now you barely speak to me. When you look at me, like now, it’s like you can’t wait to get away from me. Did I do something wrong? If I did, please tell me. I just want to fix it - I want to be friends again.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong. We’re still friends,” is all the reply he makes, rolling his eyes slightly.

You grit your teeth as annoyance begins to build in you, and you gesture from you to him, “This here is not what I’d call friendship, Taehyung. This has been going on for nearly a year now. Ever since you broke up with Hana you’ve been like this - things have been weird since she left. You never even told me what happened with you two… If I haven’t done anything wrong then why won’t you open up to me? Please let me in, maybe I can help? I can see you’re not happy, Tae.”

He rolls his eyes more obviously this time, “I’m not unhappy,” he lies, “Look, when Hana and I broke up I had to reevaluate a lot of things and I realised I wasn’t very happy about our friendship, I was too dependent on you and so I decided to give us more space. It’s that simple.”

You frown a little and can’t help but cock your head in confusion, “I wish you’d spoken to me first - I’ve never thought that. It meant a lot to me that you trusted me and my opinion- “

“It wasn’t just that,” Taehyung interrupts, “You were too dependent on me too. Sometimes I just found it a bit suffocating. Like I said, I need space. I need to be able to breathe.”

You can’t control the tremble of your lower lip as his words hit home. Your eyes fill as Taehyung makes an awkward face and he seems to have a funny sort of spasm, like he intends to comfort you but decides that it’s better not to.

“I understand,” you say, you voice small, any irritation in you diminished, “I didn’t realise that was how things were. I wish you’d said something sooner. I’m sorry that I made you feel like that.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says more kindly, “I think it’s better like it is now.”

Your eyes meet, his are uncomfortable, yours are pained. You make an odd kind of gesture behind you as though you’re gesturing to an invisible force beckoning you from the room; your body feels strange, and slightly out of your control, “Well, yeah,” you stutter awkwardly as the need to cry begins to overwhelm you. You feel horribly embarrassed and barely recognise the man in front of you as the Taehyung you’ve known for years, “Sorry to have bothered you - I best get back…” you say, as though speaking to a stranger. Your voice catches slightly on the last syllable as you turn from the room on numb legs, heading away from your friends and to the solitude of the bathroom instead.

Moments later, Jimin joins him in the kitchen, his face tight, as Hobi moves through the hallway in pursuit of you, concern etched over his kind face.

Hyejin watches Taehyung return to the main room long after Hobi brought you back in, he looks pale, his jaw tense. He’s quick to look away from Hobi who glares across the room at him like he could skin him alive, though Taehyung doesn’t miss the damp patch on Hobi’s shoulder and the slight smudge of mascara against the grey fabric.

Taehyung’s eyes seek you out; and he finds you chatting with with Hyungsik, the taller man towering over you. He’s unnecessarily tall, Taehyung thinks spitefully, Too tall for you. Though you’re smiling, he knows it’s false, he knows you too well not to recognise it: your weak smile doesn’t reach your noticeably puffy eyes. You seem to be agreeing to something Hyungsik’s suggesting before you and he separate; you head towards Namjoon, while Hyungsik approaches Hyejin, who is close enough to Taehyung for him to be able to hear every word.

“Hey, thanks for a lovely evening,” Hyungsik smiles, reminding her of your early start in the morning, “So we’re going to head off. I’ll take her home and make sure she’s ok, don’t worry.”

“Thanks,” Hyejin smiles, touching his arm, “I hope you two had a nice evening together?”

He beams in response, “We’ve only known each other a little while,” he smiles, “But I am definitely glad you introduced us. You were right, we really do get along -“

So, Hyejin set you two up, Taehyung realises, How patronising of her, you don’t need her help to find someone, especially this lanky, too-smiley guy. It’s the first time he’s felt or thought anything negative towards Hyejin, and he feels momentarily embarrassed. Both his thoughts and Hyungsik’s explanation are interrupted by your approach. You thank Hyejin, are generous in your praise for her cooking and the evening. Then, taking Hyungsik’s arm, you offer a quick goodbye to those around, skimming over Taehyung with the smallest of nods, and you leave with your new friend.

Hyejin can’t help but look at Taehyung, his face stoney and impassive, giving away no emotion. He’s a good actor, she admits, But his performance isn’t perfect… noticing his white knuckles as he strangles the stem of his glass.

Later, when everyone has left, Hobi, who has stayed to help clear up, spills everything to Hyejin. He’s seen her concern for you, her well-intentioned interference between you and Taehyung. He judges it wisest to tell her the truth that Taehyung won’t even tell you before her well-meaning but ultimately disastrous interventions make everything worse.

He explains that, as Namjoon earlier confirmed, it all began with Taehyung’s ex, Hana. Their relationship had always been volatile and before they broke up they had been having serious problems for a while, largely focused around his friendship with you and her suspicion of it. They were on the verge of breaking up when she fell ill, seriously ill.

Hobi explains the whole situation, “So you see, when she realised that she wouldn’t get better she didn’t want to stay here, but wanted to return to her family. She wanted Taehyung’s last memories of her not to be so sad, so they called it a day.”

Hyejin nods, “That’s awful, poor girl. Poor Tae….” she sympathises, “But how has that ruined his friendship?”

Hobi purses his lips, unsure if he should go on, “Well, you see, she knew that Taehyung would be her last relationship and even though it was ending, she said she wanted it to have meaning. She asked him to make her a promise, not to let the person who came between them be the ending to their story.”

Hyejin nods, “She asked him to end his friendship?”

Hobi squints a little, “Not exactly, she asked him not to get together with her.”

Hyejin frowns, “So why has he cut her out completely?”

Hobi thinks for a moment, “Taehyung and I have never had an honest conversation about this so I can only speculate, but I think Hana was on to something. Their friendship was close and even though nothing was going on, anyone with eyes could tell there were feelings there on both sides. I think when Hana asked that, Taehyung realised what his feelings were. I’m not sure if it was the promise, or guilt, or confusion, but when Hana left that’s when he started to freeze her out until they got to where they’re at now.”

“That’s so sad,” Hyejin says, shaking her head, “So that’s it? There’s no hope for them? How is Hana now?”

Hobi scratches his neck, “Nobody knows, she blocked and ghosted him when she left. The rest of us barely knew her, she never really hung out with us. I think what she asked of him was wrong, but given her situation I don’t want to judge her.”

Hyejin nods, “No, me either,” she admits, chewing her lip, “Jeez, what a mess.”

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An ocean of clouds, stretching to the horizon, drifts beneath Taehyung; the plastic that was so soothingly cool minutes ago, now presses, painful and warm, against his head. Reluctantly he tears his eyes from the small frame of the world below and leans his head back into the soft cushion of his head rest, closing his eyes with a heavy breath.

“Are you ok?” Jimin asks softly beside him.

“Hmm,” Taehyung hums, “Just thinking.”

“About Hana?” Jimin prompts. Yes, thinks Taehyung, He was thinking of Hana for a moment, but then of you. When isn’t he thinking of you nowadays? When Taehyung doesn’t reply, Jimin presses him, “Will you look her up?”

Taehyung opens his eyes and rolls his head to meet Jimin’s concerned face, “No, I don’t think so. I don’t know yet. I don’t even know where on Jeju she lives. I don’t think she’d want to see me, especially if she’s really ill. I wouldn’t want to upset her.”

Across the aisle and down a row or two, Hyungsik’s gentle laugh drifts back, “How do you feel about him being here this weekend?”

Taehyung shrugs, “It is what it is. Keeps her busy, I suppose.”

Jimin nods, “Makes things easier.”

Taehyung nods while his heart seems to constrict: It doesn’t make anything easier, not really, he thinks, all it is is another blow to his already bruised heart.

When the plane has landed, he’s glad to find that he doesn’t need to share a taxi to the villa that has been booked out for Hobi’s birthday with you. When the fleet of taxis arrive to nobody’s real surprise, workaholic Yoongi has already arrived and brought his dedicated assistant with him, which throws the rooming plans into disarray. Taehyung is relieved to find he keeps his single room, whilst you, ever magnanimous, agree to share the double with Yoongi’s assistant whilst Hyungsik shares the twin with Yoongi. The poor girl initially protests that she doesn’t mind sharing the twin with her boss, but you know her boyfriend won’t appreciate it, and it’s likely that Yoongi will wake her in the small hours of the morning with work ideas. Taehyung’s careful to keep his expression neutral, disguising the momentary happiness he feels at you and Hyungsik being separated.

After unpacking, you all settle into the villa. It’s been weeks since Taehyung’s seen you and he wonders how you’ll respond to him. It doesn’t take him long to find out. In the kitchen he finds you stacking the fridge, trying to be helpful he picks up the last few items on the counter top to pass to you. Sensing someone behind you, you turn and face him; he finds that the chill from the open fridge has nothing on that emanating from you.

“Thanks,” you offer tersely, taking the items from him and turning your back on him. He hovers for a moment, and without turning again you dismiss him, “I’ve got this, you can get on with whatever you were doing.”

Taehyung is surprised, you’ve never been like this with him. In fact, he’s never seen you like this with anyone, you’re always so polite, even to people you can’t stand, but now your tone of voice cuts like jagged glass. He says your name gently, persuasively, “Can’t we be civil? For Hobi’s sake?”

Finished with the fridge and out of excuses, you turn to look at him, “This is me being civil, Taehyung,” you say levelly, “We’re not friends, why should I be friendly with you?”

“Maybe I went too far that night,” he admits, “I get that you’re pissed at me, but this is for Hobi, can’t we get along?”

“Apologise.”

“Sorry?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“That’s a question, not an apology,” you state patiently, “If you want to play nicely this week then you should apologise for how rude you were to me. I’m sorry that my friendship was so hard to bear, but I know I was a good friend to you for fucking years Taehyung, despite what you might think now. And how did you repay the years where you actually valued my friendship before it became a burden to you? Did you have an honest conversation with me? No! Instead, you ghosted me like some kind of sad, clingy girlfriend and then tried to gaslight me about it. I deserved, I deserve , more respect than that.”

Taehyung watches as you take a deep breath, clearly relieved at having unburdened yourself. He knows what you’re like, knows you must have rehearsed this moment nervously, preparing to confront him. He can see the nervous energy pumping through you. He wants to tell you that he’s proud of you for standing up for yourself, but he knows you don’t want to hear that from him of all people so he’s silent for a moment, while you relax after the surge of adrenaline.

“I’m sorry,” he affirms honestly, “I behaved badly and -”

“Thank you,” you interrupt, “Let’s be civil then,” you leave without looking at him again and his heart aches. Outside the kitchen, you pass Hyungsik, who turns to follow you, winking his approval to you after being the audience for the rehearsals of your speech.

Later in the evening, Taehyung is clearing the dishes after dinner with Yoongi, and he can’t stop himself bringing you up. You and Hyungsik missed dinner, maybe Yoongi, sharing a room with your boyfriend, will have answers. Taehyung burns to know; somehow your absence is more painful than your presence.

“I dunno,” Yoongi shrugs, “They were going for a walk, maybe they decided to eat out? Maybe they just want some private time together because they can’t share a room? You know the early stages of relationships…” he suggests sensibly.

The turmoil within Taehyung is anything but sensible, “I guess,” he mutters though it feels like the words choke him.

“Hmm,” nods Yoongi. For long moments, nothing is said as they wash, dry and sort dishes. Eventually, as they finish up, Yoongi lowers his voice, “Look, Tae, if you ever want to talk about whatever has happened, you can talk to me.”

Taehyung is confused, “What do you mean?” he asks, laughing to dispel his unease.

Yoongi’s face is poker straight, “I’m not an idiot, Tae. I can tell how jealous you are of Hyungsik and I’ve suspected for a long time how you feel about her. I’m not going to say anything to anyone, but if you want to talk, you know where to find me,” with a firm clap to Taehyung’s shoulder, he leaves a stricken Taehyung in his wake.

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Hyejin directs her face to the cloudless sky, bathing in the warmth of the sun. Beside her, you stretch your cramped legs, “It’s taking him a long time - do you think I should help him?” you offer.

“I’ll go,” Hyungsik and Namjoon offer simultaneously, but Hyungsik is already climbing out of the back of the Jeep, “Oh wait, here he comes,” he says, sounding confused.

An ashen Hobi clambers behind the steering wheel, saying nothing.

“Where are the ice creams?” Namjoon asks, “Is everything ok?”

“We have to go back to the villa, I need to talk to Taehyung,” is all he can offer. He glances at you as he looks back over his shoulder to reverse out, offering an explanation that silences everyone, “Hana’s here.”

You feel instantly sick.

When you arrive back, Hobi disappears with Jimin into Tae’s room and a hushed, uncomfortable quiet descends over the villa until Taehyung emerges, the keys to the jeep clutched in his fist before he hares off in the direction of the town.

After long hours, when everyone else is in bed, Jimin heads out with Hobi to look for Taehyung. They’ve not been gone long when he returns, and stalks past you and Hyungsik, the two of you cuddled under a blanket on the veranda.

“Go and talk to him,” Hyungsik encourages, “I know you’re worried about him and I think he might need a friend.”

“We’re not friends,” you argue, “I doubt he wants to see me.”

“I think he needs you,” Hyungsik insists, “We wouldn’t still be on this veranda in the cold waiting for him to get back if you didn’t care,” he reasons sensibly. You take a moment to think; ever since you arrived you’ve felt on edge. It’s not just your crossed words with Taehyung previously, it’s that, after all this time, you’re still weak for him. Seeing him at the airport in his loose sleeveless tee and ripped jeans, all insouciant cool with his tousled blond hair, you found it hard to keep your eyes off him; you hate that he has that effect on you. Nonetheless, your crush to one side, and your argument, you cannot deny the years of friendship that all to you. Your love for Taehyung is settled deep within your bones, an undeniable part of yourself written into your very marrow. You can’t let him suffer alone. With a huff, you reluctantly trail Taehyung to his room.

His bedroom door is ajar, and his face is drawn and agonised as he paces aimlessly. You hover in the doorway for a moment, unsure of what to say, “Taehyung, is there anything I can do?”

He looks at you for a long moment, his eyes a tempest of warring emotions. Then, without a word he reaches for the door, catching the edge in his fingertips, and slams it in your face, the wood missing your face by mere centimetres. You yelp in shock and begin to cry instinctively, staggering backwards. Hyungsik is quick to rush to you, guiding you away and back to the veranda.

“Let’s take a walk,” he suggests gently, “Don’t cry, it’s ok… Let’s go to the beach, yeah?”

Behind his shut door, Taehyung listens as silent tears track down his cheeks.

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The next day, Taehyung’s door remains locked. When lunchtime comes and goes, Jimin decides he’s had enough, grabbing the keys and heading to the ice cream parlour for himself.

He strides into the parlour, prepared for anything and there she is: Kwon Hana, the architect of Taehyung’s unhappiness. She is smiling brightly behind the counter in her neat pink uniform, her cheeks rosy, the picture of good health.

Her bright smile only falls when she recognises Jimin, “Great, now you too,” she complains, “Meet me outside, I’m on my break in 15.”

When she emerges, he’s tempted to squash the ice cream she brings him all across her white apron, but he restrains himself. He doesn’t thank her, instead intoning sarcastically, “I see you’ve had a miraculous recovery, Hana…”

With a roll of her eyes she admits everything. She’s petulant and largely unapologetic, “I’ve already had this conversation with Taehyung, Jimin,” she complains, “Yeah, it was wrong to lie, blah blah blah, but it’s done now.”

He pushes her and she capitulates, telling the whole story of her break up with Taehyung: she had known that her and Taehyung were on the rocks, she just wanted to get away, to return home to her family and so, upset and jealous, she lied. She couldn’t bear the thought that with her out of the picture, Taehyung would obviously find his way to the arms of his friend, the one he was so clearly hung up on. Spitefully, she blames you and Taehyung, arguing that you two were so obvious and made her feel terrible and jealous - was it so bad to want revenge?

Disgusted, Jimin discards his melting ice cream, shaking the drips from his hand, “You are an awful person,” he states, shocked that she could be so cruel. Shaking his head despairingly, he heads back to the villa to talk to Taehyung.

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The villa is empty, a peaceful silence laying over it: everyone is at the beach or out somewhere doing something else. Taehyung doesn’t care, he’s grateful to be left alone. He lies in bed, the sheet pulled over his head as he mulls over everything that happened yesterday.

He ignores the soft knocks at his door, even when the door opens and closes gently before someone slips inside. He says nothing as the sheet is lifted and a warm body slides into the bed, spooning against his back, a hand creeping across the bare skin of his chest to rest on his heart.

Warm lips press into his shoulder, “Taehyung, everything is going to be ok,” you whisper.

He turns then, pulling you closer to him, his hungry mouth finding yours. He groans when he finds you responsive, pulling him closer. His hands yank at your clothes, desperate to feel your bare skin against his. He thrusts his thigh between yours and you grind on it, gasping with pleasure into his mouth. Smiling, he bites at your lip before a harder knock at the door pulls his attention.

“Shhh,” you whisper, giggling into his mouth, “Just ignore it, I need you, Tae…” Taehyung smiles back at you, closing his eyes and kissing you deeply.

Another insistent knock comes, then the door opens. Taehyung’s eyes fly open as the sheet is pulled from over his head, “Taehyung, wake up!” Jimin almost shouts.

Taehyung groans and rolls onto his back, careful to pull the sheet into a protective ball over his crotch, concealing his throbbing erection.

Jimin, who wasn’t born yesterday, smirks, “Oh, did I interrupt a good dream? Sorry…”

Taehyung flushes, “Don’t worry,” he mutters. He means it; the dream is not a rare one. Over the years of your friendship, he’s lost count of all the different ways you and he have fucked in his sleeping mind. The wet dreams he can handle, what destroys him though is the grief of waking: in all his dreams the two of you aren’t just fucking, you are in love, and the absence of that when he joins the conscious world is a heavy blow to his heart.

“Time to get up,” Jimin insists, “We need to talk about Hana, I’ve just come from seeing her. She told me what she told you, or so she says. Are you ok?”

“Everything’s fucked,” Taehyung sighs, sitting up and burying his head in his hands, as he recounts pretty much the same conversation Jimin had with her. Stretching uncomfortably, Taehyung admits he really needs to talk to you, but doesn’t know what to say.

“After you slammed a door in her face?” Jimin asks. When Taehyung looks confused, Jimin shrugs, “Hyungsik told me last night.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits, “I have to apologise for that, but that’s easier than the rest of what I have to say. Y’know, when I’d spoken to Hana, I sat in the car park processing it and couldn’t stop staring at this little furniture store down the road. Then I started crying and I couldn’t stop.”

Jimin sits on the edge of the bed and smiles sympathetically, “Was it the furniture or Hana that upset you more?”

Taehyung laughs, “Neither,” he explains before elaborating. He tells Jimin about a time that you, Yoongi and he went to a furniture store with Namjoon to help him find a new desk. Taehyung explains that it was years ago, when he was really poor and hungry in search of a job. You must have noticed his sad gaze as he watched Yoongi finish snacks in the car, or his rumbling stomach. Either way, when you all arrived, you made a big fuss about needing to use a bathroom, explaining that you were getting your period. Taehyung knew it was a lie, because you’d had it the week before, you’d watched movies all weekend together with a hot water bottle…

He goes on to explain that you insisted the convenience store opposite the furniture store didn’t look safe and asked Taehyung to come with you. Uncomfortable with the period talk, Yoongi and Namjoon decided to start browsing without you whilst Taehyung followed you. When he got into the store, you made up some excuse about needing to spend a certain amount before they’d let you use the toilet, so you’d bought him his favourite ramyeon and snacks.

“The thing was,” Taehyung says, his voice catching a little, “There were so many ways to feed me, but she chose the one that made it seem like she owed me something, as though she was repaying me for a favour. She knew I’d be embarrassed and concocted this clever plan. She always did things like that, always looked out for me…” he trails off.

Jimin smiles gently, “You guys were really good friends, I know. Maybe now that the Hana curse is lifted you can be her friend again without feeling guilty?”

Taehyung shakes his head sadly, “That’s not it,” he explains, his lower lip trembling slightly, “I was single back then, she’d just started dating some guy she worked with, but even then I knew . She did that for me, and I made sure she knew that I was grateful but I was still a coward - I should have just told her then.”

“Told her what?” Jimin asks, nonplussed.

Taehyung, fraught with emotion, doesn’t really process Jimin’s words, instead his thoughts continue to spill freely from his lips, “How do I explain myself now, though? What do I say? ‘Hey, I know you’ve got Hyungsik who you obviously are really happy with, but I love you more than life itself and thought maybe you’d chuck it all in for me even though I couldn’t ever sacrifice anything for you?’ Yeah…” he scoffs, “Can’t see her buying that…”

Jimin stares at him, mouth open.

“What?” Taehyung asks, confused.

“ What?! ” Jimin shrieks, repeating Taehyung’s question in a strangled, squeaky voice, causing Taehyung to flinch. Clearing his throat, Jimin continues, “You love her? What? I thought Hana was upset with you because you had a bit of a crush on her, I know there was always a tension between you two, but I didn’t know that you’d been pining over her for years! You were really in love with her? All that time? You still are?”

Taehyung is the opposite of the unsettled Jimin. With the truth exposed, he feels calm and rational, “Of course I did and I still do,” he says calmly, “And now there are no more promises to keep, but how can I tell her? Hyungsik isn’t going anywhere, the lanky smug bastard.”

Jimin gapes at him, “Get dressed, we need to assemble and get this all out in the open.”

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On the beach, Namjoon, Hyejin, Hobi, Yoongi and Jimin sit in a circle, waiting for Taehyung. When he arrives, exhausted and tense, Jimin unfolds the whole sorry tale from start to finish, ending with Taehyung’s dilemma.

Hyejin interrupts, “I think you have the wrong dilemma,” she explains, “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but can I be frank with you?”

Taehyung nods, “Go ahead.”

“The real dilemma should be how you come back from how you’ve treated her, not whether she is with someone else or not, which she isn’t anyway.”

Taehyung nods, “I know, I know I’ve got loads to make up for, wait -“ he pauses, eyes-widening, “What do you mean she’s not with anyone?”

Hyejin smiles, “She’s not with Hyungsik, never has been - they’re just friends. Can I be honest again?” Taehyung nods again, waving a hand permissively, “They never clicked romantically but they became friends really quickly, almost like there was this void in her life where a best friend had been…” she intones a little sarcastically.

“Ok, ok, ok,” Taehyung nods, “I get it…”

Satisfied, Hyejin continues, “I’m not sure if they’re as close as you two once were, but they are really good friends. He’s good for her; she’s good for him. I was rooting for them. I hoped that their friendship might turn into something more.”

Taehyung groans, “I don’t know what to do,” he says, panicking, “I want her to be happy but I want to be the man who makes that happen, not him, no matter how nice he is…”

Hobi smiles gently, “Well, let’s take some time to figure it out. There’s lots of time.”

Taehyung is jittery in response, “I need to see her though. I have to apologise for last night. I need to see her! Where is she?”

Furtive looks pass around his friends, but it’s Namjoon who breaks the news, “She’s gone, Tae,” Taehyung sits stock still as he looks to him for further explanation. Namjoon elaborates, “After last night she realised something big had gone down between you and Hana and decided that it would be better if she wasn’t around. She might not know the truth, but she knew she was an issue for Hana, so she thought it best to go.”

“Where?” is all Taehyung can utter.

“They’ve gone to Busan - Hyungsik has family there and they wanted to continue their holiday so they’re going there instead,�� Hyejin explains.

“On holiday with his family?” Taehyung asks, his voice unnaturally high, “Are you sure there’s nothing between them because it feels like visiting the family is a couple thing. A holiday with the family is the kind of time when people fall for each other - you see it all the time in stupid romantic movies!”

“Calm down, Taehyung,” Yoongi says calmly, “You’re spiralling.”

Hyejin speaks kindly, “Is that how you fell for her? On a holiday?”

Taehyung smiles despite himself, “No, that wasn’t it,” he admits.

“When was it then, Tae?” Yoongi prompts, “How long have you known?”

“I’ve always loved her,” he confesses, “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love her, it’s been so long. It was never our time though, she was dating or I was, or we both were. Our timelines have never aligned.”

“Until now,” Yoongi suggests, “They do now .”

Taehyung grins, smiling beatifically and crying floods of tears at the same time, in an outpouring of years of repressed feeling. Beside him, Jimin pulls him into a hug, letting Taehyung cry it out as his friends encircle and support him.

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Taehyung’s phone feels heavy in his hand as he waits for you to reply to his apology and request to talk. When his phone eventually buzzes, he can barely bring himself to read it, raising his phone to unlock with trembling hands: 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 - 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘬’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩? 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘢, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘑𝘦𝘫𝘶!

He passes the phone silently to Jimin, who shows it to Hyejin, “Are you sure she’s just friends with Hyungsik?” Jimin asks nervously.

Taehyung is paying no attention, all he can think of is your devastated face that night in Namjoon’s kitchen when he told you that you suffocated him and his gut twists in shame. He fears that Hyejin was right earlier: his real dilemma is finding a way back after how he’s treated you.

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A woman with thin eyebrows and a line for a mouth flares her nostrils, a warning prequel to the snort of disapproval that follows. Taehyung doesn’t care, her judgement means nothing to him and it does nothing to stop the nervous tattoo that his long fingers beat against the Formica table.

Behind the counter, the elderly couple that run the little canteen (calling it a restaurant would be generous) shuffle about, clearly watching him and speculating about what would make such a fine young man so terribly nervous.

It’s taken weeks to get to this moment; ever since you all returned from holiday you’ve solidly avoided him, coming up with excuse after excuse why you can’t. Eventually, through the interference of your mutual friends, you have been cajoled into meeting him briefly at this little canteen.

Suddenly, the old woman nudges her husband in the ribs as the young man suddenly stops, frozen in mid movement. It’s a strange thing, in his frozen state that he looks more alive than he did when he was thrumming with movement: his eyes sparkle as a wide, square smile lights up his face and squeezes his eyes closed in an expression of pure joy. They both turn their attention to the door where a woman, visibly nervous, moves towards him.The elderly couple share a knowing look that simply says ‘young love.’

At Taehyung’s table, the conversation is stiff and awkward, he asks you about Hyungsik, baiting questions designed to make you confess that the two of you aren’t together, but they all fail, leaving him only a direct path.

“It’s a big stage meeting the boyfriend’s family,” he says gently, “I hope they treated you well.”

“It’s not like that between us,” you admit quietly, “His family were lovely though. They’re all like him - generous, kind, thoughtful people.”

Taehyung nods, “Oh, well as long as you’re happy. I thought that he seemed very interested in you.”

You hum thoughtfully, evading his prying questions. How do you tell Taehyung that Hyungsik quickly dismissed the idea of anything romantic happening between you two? That he told you early on that he had too much self-respect to be the back-up option to an unavailable man? You can’t say that, so you say nothing.

“May I ask about Hana?” you say tentatively and he flinches to hear the trepidation in your voice, your words edged with the memories of how he’s spoken to you each time she’s come up.

He frowns, “Hana never made me happy. I don’t want to go into why our ending was so complicated, but it was and it never should have been. I’ve wasted so much time because of her. She is a terrible person.”

You look at him in confusion, wondering where all this could be coming from. You’re surprised by how much he seems to dislike her until you remember how he’s spoken to you in the past. Is this how he’s spoken about you to others? Have he and Jimin sat together while he explains how needy and irritating he finds you? You feel sick at the thought. Collecting yourself, you swallow and force yourself to speak, “Well, I’m glad you’re able to move on now.”

Taehyung smiles, “I am,” he reaches for your hand, “I have a lot of things to put right too. You and I have a lot of things to talk about.”

Cold panic curls in your gut. There’s something in his eyes and the touch of his hand that suggests there’s more to his words. Hyungsik’s words drift through your mind and you realise you feel the same: you don’t want to be Taehyung’s second best, his leftover option.

“Well,” you say gently, sliding your hand from under his, “We don’t need to rush anything, our friendship will regrow naturally. I’m happy for you though, that you can start having fun again and dating. I hope you meet someone that makes you happier than she did.”

Waves of nausea roll over Taehyung as he realises what you’re saying. You are rejecting him, you may be doing so gently, but the meaning couldn’t be clearer. You don’t want him and you don’t want his friendship. His eyes fill as you make excuses about why you need to go, shrug on your coat as you say you’ll catch up soon. You wish him well and leave, in a hurried dervish of action.

Heart throbbing in pain, he calls Jimin and recounts the disaster that has been his botched confession and your rejection, “You should have heard her breezing out of here cheerfully, like she didn’t just break my fuck-, break my heart,” he hisses, remembering where he is. When he hangs up, promising Jimin he’ll head straight over, his attention is called by the old woman, who tells him that you paid for his snacks and drink when you left, but maybe too much.

“My eyes aren’t what they used to be,” she says kindly, “Could you check these numbers?” Oddly, instead of passing him the receipt, she leads him around the counter and he does as she asks.

Confirming all is in order, he begins to move away but she holds his sleeve, her eyes flickering to the monitor beside the till several times, “Sometimes things are not what they seem,” she whispers.

Taehyung looks at the screen, his pulse racing as he turns to the old woman, “Where’s that alley?”

“Directly behind us, she didn’t make it far,” she replies, indicating at the CCTV of the rear alley where you lean against the wall, hand clutching your heart as you cry your eyes out, “Go on then, get after her!”

Taehyung nods, gathering his things and rushing out. Yet, as he turns the corner, he watches you emerge from the alley, slipping into a car that’s just pulled up. The door closes with a dull thunk before he can even say your name.

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Hobi, Namjoon and Yoongi meet at the entrance to Taehyung’s apartment, wondering together why they have been summoned with such desperation by Jimin, fearing Taehyung may have done something stupid.

Jimin answers the door with a grateful smile, “Thank God you’re here. He’s driving me absolutely crazy. Prepare yourselves.”

Over the next few hours they pour over the situation with you from every angle, each of them concluding something different. Namjoon thinks Taehyung should listen to you and let things grow naturally, letting love blossom again; Hobi thinks Taehyung should try again and confess everything, especially about Hana, certain that love will find a way; Jimin thinks Taehyung should let you go. It’s Yoongi who speaks last.

“I think there are two questions you need an answer to first before you can even choose the best thing to do,” he explains, whilst Taehyung listens, rapt, “Did she love you before and, if she did, does she still love you now?”

Taehyung swallows, “I don’t know the answer to either of those things.”

With the smallest clear of his throat, Hobi shuffles his feet awkwardly, “I know the answer to the first one,” he admits.

Taehyung looks at him with desperate eyes and Hobi recounts a moment with you.

“Ok, so one night we’d been out, all of us. You and Hana had been arguing in the club and we could all guess who it was about you know who… So she just wanted to get out of there, to stop things escalating and to remove the problem, I guess. She only ever thought of you, Tae, what you needed, what would make things easier for you…”

Tae’s eyes well up as he nods his understanding, pleading for Hobi to go on.

“So we decided to go eat noodles and then I’d walk her home. We didn’t talk about you very much, we drank a lot more outside the convenience store and we’re both quite drunk by the time we were getting to her house. Anyway, as she was unlocking her door she said that she felt bad for you and Hana and wished you two would be happier. I guess I must have looked a little surprised because she laughed and said, ‘I know you know, Hobi!’ I played dumb, but then she said it straight out, what was it she said? I think it was, ‘I know everyone probably knows how I feel about him. You don’t have to feel sorry for me, I realised years ago that it was never going to happen. It’s fine, I still want him to be happy though.’ It was something like that. I tried to talk to her about it, but she said that it had to remain an unspoken thing or your friendship would fall apart, so we agreed never to speak of it again, and we never have.”

A moment of silence falls over them before Jimin speaks, “I’d like to change my position - I agree with Namjoon now.”

Yoongi looks at Taehyung and sees the hope kindled in his eyes, ‘Actually, I’m with Hobi,” he asserts, “Talk to her, both of you should be totally honest with each other and take it from there.”

“I don’t think I can persuade her into meeting me again,” Taehyung admits.

Hobi smiles, “Don’t worry. I can set something up.”

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“Ok, ok,” Hobi begins over the phone, “I called her and I know where she is right now.”

A short conversation follows, where Taehyung mostly reassures Hobi he’s doing the right thing by deceiving you and that it’s for the best. Taehyung thanks him and as soon as he hangs up he looks up the café where Hobi has said you are, having never heard of it. Despite his best intentions, since your disastrous meeting, you’ve been hard to find; the listing for the bookshop with a tiny café explains why; you’ve obviously taken to hanging out on the other side of the city. Taehyung wonders if maybe he should take a hint from that… Does it mean that you want to be far away from him? He concludes that, ultimately, it doesn’t matter. He can’t let go of you; if you want rid of him you’re going to have to tell him that to his face.

When he’s finally crossed the city, he follows the map on his phone with single-minded determination; he’s worried you won’t still be there by the time he arrives. How much time can anyone while away in such a place? Yet, as he climbs the rickety spiral staircase edged with books that the heavily burdened shelves can’t accommodate, he realises that you could easily spend hours here. Following the gentle aroma of sweet, spiced tea, he finds the small café at the back of the second floor; it looks over a park where the fanned leaves of ginkgo are now edged in gold.

You don’t notice his arrival, your head is pressed to the glass as you stare outside; your headphones are in and you are lost in thought. He crosses to you quietly and takes a seat, which you finally take notice of out of the corner of your eye. As you turn, he watches the emotions play out across your face; surprise, worry, panic.

With fumbling fingers you remove your headphones as he smiles, “Sorry for startling you,” he apologises as you drop your headphones, “I didn’t mean to make you flustered.”

You blush then, “I didn’t expect to see you-, see anyone, here,” you mumble, correcting yourself.

“Have I invaded your sanctuary?” he asks, half-teasingly, half-genuinely.

You smile weakly, “A little, but it’s ok. What are you doing here?” you ask, still too puzzled and flustered to notice how blunt you’re being.

He presses his lips together, “Ah, yes… I’m sorry, but I think I might fluster you again,” he apologises, noticing the look of panic flash across your eyes again, “I came here to find you because we have more to talk about and I want to know why, when I suggested that you and I needed to talk about us, that you shot me down without any hesitation.”

You stare at him, open-mouthed at his bold statement. You have no idea how to deal with his frankness without being honest yourself, so you try to take a gamble, “I didn’t understand where it could be leading, the words you were using sounded…” you trail off as your courage fails you, trying to avoid saying what you mean.

“Where I was leading?” he repeats, “Ah, saying we need to talk about ‘us’ sounded like I meant something more than friends? Like I meant something romantic?” he prompts, wanting to help you out and desperate to lead the conversation to where he wants it to go.

“Well, yes,” you say awkwardly, looking into your lap, “And I know that’s not what you meant at all.”

He waits for you to stop twisting your hands and look at him, “It’s exactly what I meant,” he says, his eyes staring into yours, “I want to talk about giving us a chance.”

You tremble slightly as you pull your cardigan from the back of your chair and put it on to distract from your nerves, “Us?” you repeat dumbly.

“Let’s be honest with each other,” Taehyung insists, “When we met in that canteen you knew what I was trying to suggest and you ran a mile. I know you’re shy but don’t pretend now that you don’t know what I mean.”

You swallow, your voice a little bit stronger when you reply, “There isn’t an ‘us’ though is there? Not even as friends anymore - I don’t think I’m what you’re looking for,” you begin, avoiding his gaze, “I don’t know what it is you think I can offer you, but you’re wrong. I know you must be hurting from whatever happened with Hana, but looking backwards to the past for comfort isn’t the solution. You should move forward - I’m not sure what it is you’re hoping for, but it’s not me.”

Again he waits in silence for you to look at him before he responds. So, you did know what he meant in the canteen…He wants to chuckle slightly at what he knows to be another one of your obviously rehearsed responses; after your last meeting you clearly have prepared for any possible follow-up conversation.

Taehyung is unperturbed, in fact, he’s relieved; everything you’ve said so far has been about disbelieving that he is genuine, nothing you’ve said has been about your own feelings. If you don’t have feelings for him, surely you would just say that? he reasons; the very fact that you’re being evasive makes him hope that you do have feelings for him. He’s certain he can coax the truth out of you if he presses on.

When you finally raise your eyes to his, he smiles gently, “What I’m hoping for is you,” he emphasises, “I want you. More than anything, I wish that you would love me again.”

You say nothing for a moment, dumbstruck. Then he watches the cogs spinning in your mind as you try to work out how to reply. When you do, your voice is soft, “I will always love you, Taehyung,” you admit, “Just because we’re not as close as we once were doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

You’re not going to admit it, he realises, Not yet. You’re going to continue evading and misinterpreting his words and if he pushes you too hard, you might just run again.

He takes another approach, “Good! I’m glad you still love me because I love you too,” he smiles, hoping you listen to the truth of that, not just your chosen interpretation of friendship, “So let’s rebuild our friendship, then. Come home with me, let’s watch a movie at mine, like we used to, I’ll order us dinner.”

Thrown off balance by the change in direction and the whole conversation, you blindly submit. Taehyung is quick to gather your things and bundle you out of the shop before you can change your mind. On the train journey back across the city to his apartment, you accept his offer of his shoulder and rest your head; as you relax against him you can’t help but admit to yourself that you’re not simply following along. Your heart is beating rapidly because you hope, beyond all reason, that he does actually want to be with you and all of this isn’t as mad as it seems.

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You awaken to the sense of being lowered into the clouds; your tired eyes open to find Taehyung above you, his arms slipping from under you as you sink into the softness of his bed.

“Ah, you woke up!” he smiles, “Go back to sleep baby, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

True to his word, the evening had been just like one from the past, you’d watched a film, slowly relaxing, then talked about nonsense and nothing of importance. You ate and laughed together until your heavy lids and exhaustion from so many different feelings had got the better of you.

“You hate sleeping on the couch,” you mumble sleepily, “It’s not comfortable.”

He sits on the bed beside you, stroking your hair from your eyes with long fingers, “Well then I can’t let you sleep there then, can I?”

Your eyes flutter open a little wider, “Just stay here then, we’ve shared before.”

“That wouldn’t be more uncomfortable for you?” he asks, his eyes searching yours.

You swallow, trying to be brave, “No, I want you to stay.”

He nods, smiling, before he gets up and pulls some clothes for you and him from a drawer, “Ok, I’ll change outside. There’s a spare toothbrush in the vanity if you want to wash up,” he says, indicating the en-suite.

When he re-enters, you’re already cuddled up in bed in one of his large tees, making him smile. When he gets out of the bathroom, he climbs in beside you, pulling your sleepy body into his embrace.

You’ve missed this, you realise, the closeness with him. Never, in all the time that he’s distanced himself from you have you been able to stop loving him. Yes, you’re nervous that whatever happened with Hana has affected him and that this desire to be with you is just a moment of madness, a weird sort of rebound and that he’ll come to regret it. Yet a voice nags at you, What if he doesn’t regret it? What if one thing leads to another and he falls for you like you fell for him all those years ago?

Taehyung can tell you’re thinking furiously, your mind disturbed and so he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, drawing a happy little hum of contentment from you, “I’ve missed you,” he breathes quietly.

Your mind roars at you, Why do you always give up what you want, staying silent through years of Taehyung dating other women? Why did you force yourself to give him space when it was obvious Hana hated you instead of telling him she wasn’t good enough for him? Why should you deny yourself this moment with him when he’s all that you want? When he’s all that you’ve ever wanted? Fuck it… you resolve.

“I’ve missed you too,” you breathe back.

“Can I spoon you?” he asks, boldly kissing the tip of your nose in a gentle peck.

Your eyes open as you nod. Your heart flutters as you build the courage to kiss the tip of his nose, right on his little mole, in return.

Taehyung’s eyes widen before he leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth tenderly, hoping against hope that he’s not going too far.

This time you don’t pause: you swipe your mouth over his and kiss him softly, capturing the full pout of his lower lip between yours. He kisses you back and soon one kiss melts into another; his minty tongue flicking against your lips to plead entry. Soon you are making out, slowly and full of gentle hesitation. Moments stretch into minutes as you hold each other, your hands wandering over each other’s hair, arms and back. The kisses don’t heat up: nothing that’s happening now is about lust or desire, this is you telling Taehyung you love him and him telling you he loves you in return.

When you break apart, lips puffy, both blushing, all idea of spooning is abandoned, your limbs entangling as you pull each other closer, too shy to speak of what’s happened, melting into each other as sleep claims you.

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Taehyung wakes to feel you gently hovering over his body as you try to climb from the bed, he seizes your waist in his firm hold, “Where are you going?” he grumbles, not yet opening his eyes.

“To the bathroom,” you reply dryly. He doesn’t care, please that you didn’t flinch from his touch.

“Then come back immediately,” he commands, his eyes opening and you nod, blushing.

When you come back, he stands to greet you, kissing the top of your head and making room for you to get back into bed. His heart beats a little faster, realising you’ve brushed your teeth again and he hopes it’s in readiness for more kissing, not you washing away those from the night before in regret.

When he returns and climbs in beside you, you look nervous. He strokes your face with the back of his fingers, “I need to tell you what happened with Hana,” he begins, “It’s important.”

You nod and he does: he begins with admitting he has been in love with you for longer than he can remember and everything follows from there, all the mess with Hana; the promise he made; what he found out on Jeju; finding out from Hobi that you once had loved him too; all of it.

As he talks he sits up in bed, finding a comfortable position and you cuddle into his side, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as he tells you everything. Over the course of his retelling, the tattoo of his heart gives way to the soft growling of his stomach.

When he finishes, you sit up and look at him as he awaits your response, “Let’s get breakfast,” is all you can say, temporarily overwhelmed by all he has told you, “There’s a lot to process and a lot to talk about.”

Taehyung looks crestfallen, and your heart, so in tune with his now, throbs in sympathy. Without thinking you straddle him, cupping his face and kissing his nose, “Thank you for being honest with me.”

He tilts his head, “Will you be honest with me too?” he asks, taking your hands in his and swinging them side to side.

“I have been,” you protest as he frowns.

”Can you love me again?” he asks.

“I told you yesterday that I’d always love you Tae, that was the truth,” you admit, looking away shyly, “I’ve never stopped.”

Before he can speak, you kiss him again. He’s quick to release your hands, wrapping them around you so he can guide you onto your back as he deepens the kiss.

“What about breakfast?” you ask as his hungry mouth finds your neck.

“Fuck breakfast,“ is the muffled reply you receive as his mouth finds yours again.

Like the night before, each kiss melts into the next. Unlike last night though, with love admitted and freely spoken, desire edges into your embrace, gilding your edges with a simmering heat that builds in warmth and intensity drawing your bodies ever closer together.

After so long of dreaming of each other, of years of longing and unanswered need, what follows isn’t the choreographed routine of two lovers who know each other’s bodies. Instead, as you kiss and grind against each other, your clothes seem to slowly fall away, either shrugged off by or pulled away by the other: Taehyung sucks a bruise into your neck as you shimmy his boxers down before he kicks them off, you giggle into the sharp bone of his clavicle as his fingers hook into the elastic of your underwear.

You gasp into his mouth when he guides his cock into you, and tremble beneath him as he fucks into you, your bodies melded together with each deep, slow thrust. Your hands grip at his back and hair as your legs wrap around his waist. His slow grind ensures you come before he does, gasping his name as he sloppily kisses your cheek; he raises himself then, grinning down at you, glowing with sweat and breathless as he chases his high, you cling to his arms, smiling and gasping as, with a groan, the tendons of his neck tense. He thrusts your bodies as close as he can, driving deep into you, his balls pressed close as his cock pulses inside you. When the world resolves itself from pure ecstasy, he looks down at you in wonder as you look up at him with the same look: both of you silently saying the same thing.

When he slips from you and fetches a damp cloth to clean you up, you smile shyly at each other. He eases sweaty tendrils of hair from your flushed face, “I feel like a teenager,” he laughs.

You purse your lips and nod, “That was…” you don’t know how to finish the sentence, you want to say ‘sweet’ but it feels wrong.

Taehyung fills in for you, “Perfect and,” he pauses, “very overdue.”

“I love you,” you reply without missing a beat.

Taehyung grins in satisfaction, “I love you too,” the last syllable obscured by his rumbling stomach, causing you both to laugh again.

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“Why can’t we tell our friends yet?” Taehyung asks, fluffing his hair out of his eyes with the back of his fingers as he checks himself out in your bedroom mirror.

“Because I just have the sense from Namjoon that the mystery weekend that he swept Hyejin off to was a ruse for a proposal,” you explain as you shimmy your dress over your hips, ready to meet your friends at the fancy restaurant that Namjoon has booked.

“Ah…” Taehyung smiles, “You think we’d steal their thunder?”

“I don’t think it’s a risk worth taking,” you admit.

Wordlessly, Taehyung appears behind you, helping you with the zip you’re struggling with, delivering a kiss to your shoulder, “You’re right,” he agrees.

“I wish we could though,” you admit, turning into his arms, “It’ll be hard to pretend we’re indifferent to each other.”

“Babe, that’s all that we were doing before,” he laughs, kissing you.

“True,” you admit, “But I don’t want to do that anymore, I want to hang out with you.”

“We should say we’ve resolved all the issues between us, and that we’re friends again,” he suggests, “Given that it was Hyejin who wanted to bring us together in the first place, it’ll be nice for her to know she helped.”

“That’s sweet,” you smile, flicking your nose against his chin; he takes the hint and kisses you again with a rumbling, low laugh.

When you break apart, he looks at you uncomfortably, “There is someone that I’d like you to tell though.”

“Hyungsik,” you supply and he nods awkwardly, “I understand, I’ll tell him tonight. You have to believe me that you two would really get along. Could you just hang out a bit with him tonight?”

Taehyung inclines his head graciously, “For you, I’ll try,” he submits, “But you have to remember that for months I’ve hated him on principle, it’s weird to let that go.”

“We never even kissed,” you say, rolling your eyes, “Your imagination did the rest.”

He laughs at that, “So you didn’t let me believe you two were dating in Jeju?”

You squirm, “Maybe a little bit…”

He laughs at your discomfort, before catching sight of the clock behind you, “C’mon babe, we’re going to be late.”

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You were right, the dinner was a celebration of Namjoon and Hyejin’s engagement. Despite the happiness you feel for them, the dinner is a torturous affair. You sit with Hyungsik, away from Taehyung. After months of finding it too painful to look at him, now you ache trying not to. Being with him and not with him simultaneously is agony.

The opposite side of the room from you, Taehyung avoids looking at you at all costs. Though he is secure in the knowledge that there’s nothing between you and Hyungsik, he is nonetheless jealous that the other man gets to sit through three courses of your company before Taehyung is able to move around the table and get to you.

If not for his respect for Namjoon, he’d be declaring his love for you to anyone who asked and he would be sitting with you now, hand in hand beneath the table. Instead, he is lying through his teeth, batting away his friends’ questions about you, pretending that he is following Namjoon’s advice and slowly building your friendship back to where it should be. Largely their curiosity seems satisfied, except for Hobi, who scrutinises Taehyung carefully as he spins his fictions. Hobi can’t help but feel suspicious, especially when he sees you explaining something to Hyungsik that has him gasping into his hands before he beams at you. That in itself alerts Hobi that something is up, but it’s compounded by the way Hyungsik can’t seem to stop glancing over at Taehyung after it.

Later in the evening, Hobi shares his suspicions with Jimin as they sit, chairs pressed close beside each other. They watch carefully as Taehyung makes awkward and stilted conversation with the accommodating and smiley Hyungsik whilst you look nervously on.

“See?” Hobi indicates to Jimin, speaking out of the side of his mouth, “I think she knows how he feels, look at her - her attention is totally on Taehyung and how he’s reacting to Hyungsik…”

Jimin nods, “I see it. Do you think he’s confessed? How do you think she took it?”

“Oh boys,” Hyejin sighs, placing her hands on the backs of their chairs before leaning between them, “Would you like my take?”

Sliding across a chair, Jimin makes room and she joins their little observation panel between them. After a few moments, watching Taehyung’s spasming arm reach and withdraw from you repeatedly, she smirks, “Well, well…” she laughs, only explaining herself when Jimin implores her, “I’d say our Taehyungie has been telling fibs. I don’t think he’s followed Joon’s advice at all. I think he’s followed yours, Hobi,” she says, looking at the man beside her.

“Really? You think he has confessed?” Hobi smiles.

“I’m pretty sure,” she asserts, “I think he’s confessed and so has she. She’s told Hyungsik and now the boys are learning to play nicely.”

“Makes sense,” Hobi concurs, thinking of the earlier scene he witnessed, “But why not tell us?”

Jimin scoffs, “And steal all of our attention away from Namjoon and Hyejin? When the announcement was made Taehyung must have decided to lie.”

Hyejin’s brow furrows, “No, I don’t think so,” she muses, “She already had suspicions that Joonie was likely to propose - we’ve talked about it. I think she predicted what tonight was really about and they planned this in advance. That’s typical of her.”

They sit for a moment, smiling together before Hyejin giggles, “You know how we are all going to have brunch tomorrow?” she asks.

“We’re meeting at the café, yeah? The one by Taehyung’s place? At 11?” Jimin supplies.

“Let’s meet earlier… Let’s meet at 10, and at Taehyung’s place. Let’s have some fun with them.”

Jimin grins wickedly, “Hyejin, I like the way you think…”

Across the room, you, Taehyung and Hyungsik turn to follow the sound of laughter, watching as Hyejin, Hobi and Jimin cackle gleefully together.

“They’re plotting something,” Taehyung notices astutely.

“Hmm, they’re just missing a cauldron,” you offer.

“Something wicked this way comes…” suggests Hyungsik ominously.

The three of you turn to each other and laugh. Your heart lifts as Taehyung and Hyungsik smile, hoping this is the start of their friendship.

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Soft music curls around you as you push up the overlong sleeves of one of Taehyung’s hoodies, before you turn the volume down a little more. He’s still fast asleep down the hall after last night’s dinner and you want to make breakfast without waking him.

You gingerly tread towards the fridge to gather the ingredients you need; your waddle is nothing to do with staying quiet, your bare feet make no noise against the cold tiles of the floor; no, your slow walk is far more to do with your bruised thighs and tender vagina. Pre-Taehyung it’d been a while since you last had sex and last night was a revelation: the gentle shyness of your first time together was a distant memory as soon as the door closed behind you.

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As soon as your feet slipped from your heels, Taehyung pressed you against the door. His hot mouth on your neck and his hardening crotch grinding against you as your fingers tangle in his hair. His hands were quick to pull your dress up around your waist, his knee pressing against yours to guide your legs further apart.

He kissed you as he stroked you through the dampening silk of your underwear. You moaned into his mouth, and lust ran through his blood in hot waves, filling his cock as molten heat pooled in your core. His long fingers pushed your underwear to one side before he slid one, then two fingers into you, quickly working out how to curl them to draw the prettiest, most needy whines from you.

Quickly you were a trembling mess as neither his fingers nor his tongue relented. Feeling merciful, Taehyung broke from your mouth to attack your neck, letting free your chorus of moans and praise for him, “Feels so good, Tae, please don’t stop…”

He plunged his fingers a little faster into you as your hips began to grind against his hand, knowing he was getting you close, “Are you gonna come for me, baby?” he grinned, nipping your neck and maintaining his rhythm.

You nodded, begging for him, incoherent broken syllables of need and desire. He thought of stopping, wanting to insist that you came around his cock but he couldn’t bring himself to, too desperate to see you come undone for him. He carried on, fingering you to your shuddering orgasm and grinning as you whimpered and writhed against him.

He slid his fingers from you as you gasped and smiled at him, your eyes glazed as you came down from your high, “You good, babe?” he grinned as you hummed in contentment, reaching for his belt buckle.

As you sank to your knees, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines, he smiled down at you, shuddering with anticipation for what was to come as you breathed gently over the head of his cock, before your tongue gently teased the tip. The moan of pleasure he offered made you determined to draw more from him.

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This morning, you smile at the memory of how he’d crumbled under the touch of your hands and mouth; his delighted surprise as you’d deep-throated him, his cockhead pressing against your throat; his delicious frustration as you’d teased him… It was glorious, but he paid you back tenfold for your fun. After coming down your throat, he practically dragged you to the bedroom where he ate you out until you screamed and then fucked you with your legs over your shoulders until all you could do was weakly babble his name.

As you prepare breakfast, sore as you are, you feel arousal begin to soak through your fresh underwear at the memory. You want him again. You can’t be close enough to Taehyung; no kiss is enough; no embrace enough. You’ve waited so long for him that now he’s yours you don’t want to let him go. Your need for him is only temporarily sated by the sensation of being filled by his cock. The tense, wonderful feeling of how hard he is, how tightly you fit around him, making you see stars and driving you to orgasm in a way you’ve never experienced before.

Distracting yourself with cooking, you don’t notice when Taehyung appears behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck while you’re at the stove.

“Smells delicious,” he praises, as you jump at the contact.

“It’s nearly ready,” you smile, turning your head to kiss him, “Go sit and I’ll bring it over,” you can’t help but grin as he ambles from the kitchen with heavy footed, sleepy steps, his eyes puffy as he yawns loudly.

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After breakfast, dishes cleared and everything put away, any trace of tiredness Taehyung may have felt is long gone.

“You like that? Yeah?” he pants, “Can you feel how fucking hard you make me?”

Pinned beneath him on his couch, you moan out in pleasure as he drives into you, “Fuck, Taehyung, you feel so fucking good…”

He’s already fucked you once since breakfast, your underwear and his large tee discarded with his pyjamas across the dining table which he’d bent you over as you finished cleaning up. Afterwards, gentle cuddles on the couch had heated up until you’d straddled him, riding him to your orgasm. Impatient, after you’d come he was quick to throw you on your back so he could take you with the full force of his lust.

You can hear the slickness of his withdrawal before he thrusts inside you again; no matter how many times he fucks you, the stretch of him parting your walls is a heady mix of pain and pleasure that you’re already addicted to. In all your years of dreaming about him, you could never imagine it would feel like this. A new vocabulary needs to be invented for the things Taehyung does to you, fucking and coming are not enough to explain the pure euphoria and heights he can drive you to.

“You’re so fucking tight, babe… You’re driving me crazy,” he huffs out, confirming he feels it just as much as you do, “You were fucking made to take me… Fucking perfect...”

The pounding is relentless, he rocks back to sit up, without breaking rhythm, raising your hips so he can thrust deeper. You cry out at the new angle, it hurts but feels so, so good. In this position you can do nothing but take his relentless thrusts.

His thumb works your clit and you cry out, “I can’t,” you squirm pointlessly in your sensitivity, “Tae, I can’t… I can’t come again.”

“You can and you will, need you to come for me,” he pleads, before a wicked grin creeps across his face, “Wanna fill you up while you squeeze me…”

Arching your back, you squeeze around him, clenching your walls, “Ahhh,” he groans, “Nice try babe, but you’re gonna come for me…” he insists, working your clit more rapidly as his pace picks up, his high approaching.

It doesn’t take long for you to come undone, you cry out pitifully as you spasm around his length, “Fuck, that’s it, grip it just like that, fuckkkkkk,” Taehyung groans, slamming into you, his ball pressing against you as he comes, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you as he reaches his high.

A panting mess, he collapses onto you, chuckling into your neck, “You make me come so hard.”

Your sweat-slicked bodies stick together, yet you still wrap your arms around him, drawing him closer, hands tangling in his hair as he kisses you sloppily.

“What time is it?” You pant as he withdraws from you with a soft hiss.

“It’s just gone 10,” he checks, pulling tissues from the coffee table to clean you up, “Don’t worry we haven’t got to be there ’til 11,” he offers a hand to help ease your aching body up as a loud knock comes at the door.

You look at each other in panic as Taehyung puts his fingers to his lips.

Outside his door, Jimin, Hobi, Namjoon and Hyejin press their hands over their mouths not to laugh.

Nodding at them, Jimin raises his voice unnecessarily loudly, “Taehyung? You there, man?” When he receives no response, he lowers his volume, but makes sure he can definitely be heard from the other side of the door, “He must be out. I’m just gonna let myself in and grab my hoodie…”

They all suppress laughter as Jimin, with teasing slowness, enters the key code.

They step inside the apartment to the sound of Taehyung’s bedroom door slamming shut. The windows have been flung wide open, but the smell of sex lingers. Kicking their shoes off beside your heels from the night before their eyes land on Taehyung, bare chested in pyjama pants, clothes bundled in his arm. Eyes wide, he flings his hand, which so obviously has lacy women’s underwear in it, behind his back.

“Hi guys,” he offers gamely, trying to style it out, “What brings you here?”

“Needed my hoodie,” Jimin states bluntly, “You didn’t answer - I hope we haven’t interrupted something?” he asks, suppressing a smile.

“Just cleaning up,” Taehyung says, trying to shake his hair from his eyes.

“Are you ok?” Namjoon asks, in mock concern, “You look hot? It’s too cold to have the windows open, Tae - do you have a fever?” he steps forward with the back of his hand outstretched to feel Taehyung’s forehead.

In panic, Taehyung steps away, moving his hair out of his eyes without thought, using the hand in which your underwear hangs, “Fuck!” he yells, throwing them behind him as his friends burst into laughter, Jimin grabbing his hoodie from the hook beside the door.

“If you’re not sick I guess we’ll just see you at the café?” Hobi laughs.

As they file out leaving Taehyung dumbstruck and frozen, Hyejin, unable to contain herself, turns back as she pulls the door closed behind her calling your name out loudly, “We’ll see you there too! Take your time guys!”

Your friends cackle in unison as the door softly clicks shut behind them. Taehyung turns as his bedroom door opens and you, holding a blanket in front of your body, look at him in horror.

“At least we don’t need to worry about when to tell them now, I guess?” he offers, trying to put a positive spin on it.

You grimace, “Did they hear…” you choke out, unable to finish the phrase.

“Us fucking?” he supplies, not altogether helpfully, “I think it’s a safe bet they caught the, uh, climax?” Together, you burst into embarrassed laughter.

“I’m going to shower,” you groan, “Then we better go face them.”

“Want me to join you?” he asks, raising a brow.

“Absolutely fucking not,” you deadpan, shutting the door nod whining in embarrassment as you pad to the shower.

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“We figured it out last night,” Hyejin admits at the café, “Though we appreciate you guys keeping it quiet for our sakes,” she smiles, laying her hand over her fiancé’s.

“I’m so embarrassed,” you say, hiding your face in your hands, while Taehyung rubs your back comfortingly.

“Don’t be!” Hobi insists, “We really didn't hear anything at all!”

“Honestly,” Namjoon adds, “It was your shoes being there and Taehyung flinging your underwear around that gave it away.”

You groan again as Hyejin cuffs his shoulder, “Not helpful, Joonie!”

It’s that moment that Yoongi rolls in, “Sorry I’m late, had a work thing to sort,” he apologises, taking a seat opposite you as you uncover your face, “What did I miss?”

You frown slightly, trying to work out what to say. Taehyung squeezes your shoulder, “Nothing much -” he begins.

Gesturing for the waitress to come over, Yoongi looks back at the two of you, “Other than these guys hearing you two going at it this morning, you mean?” he teases, “Yeah, Jimin called and told me all about that… Good for you, it’s about time.”

With a muffled wail you bury your face in Taehyung’s shoulder as he glares daggers at Jimin. Namjoon groans, cuffing Yoongi gently, careful to avoid his shoulder, “Not helpful, man!”

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Hours later, you head back to Taehyung’s hand in hand, waving goodbye to your friends with a warm contentment that you have never felt before.

Taehyung’s hand tightens around yours, “Will you stay tonight?”

You nod, smiling, “Yeah, I just need to go home and get some stuff.”

“I’ll come with you,” he says quickly.

“You know, I won’t run away,” you tease.

He stops walking and pulls you to him, enclosing you in his arms, “I’m not letting you go for one minute. You’re mine now and I’d be lost without you, baby.”

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Bright sunlight cuts a sharp line across Taehyung’s eyes as he blinks slowly awake the next morning. Laying on his stomach, he buries his face into his pillow for a moment, grumbling to himself as he stretches his arm out, his fingers caressing the warmth of your skin. He turns his head, grinning as he strokes your back where you lie peacefully beside him, where you’ve always belonged.

Your eyes flicker open to meet his, reflecting his smile. Turning on your side, you move closer to him until you can kiss the tip of his nose.

It’s not long before you’re pinned beneath him, as he nuzzles into you, “Love me, love me, love me,” he insists, his kisses turning into a bruise as he sucks on your neck.

“Love you, love you, love you,” you chorus, your hands running down his hips to slide his boxers off before you wrap your hand around his thick length, gently teasing his head with the precum collecting there, drawing a gasp from him.

“What’s this?” you tease, “Having naughty dreams about someone?”

“You, always you…” he confesses as your hand begins to slide along his length, “Want…” he stutters with a shudder.

“Want what?” you ask, nipping his ear lobe as you grip firmly, your other hand reaching around to tug gently at his balls.

Breathless, his fingers explore your wet folds before he pushes your hands from him, wrapping his hand around his length. His eyes stare into yours, “I want you,” he affirms, “Only you, always you, nobody else.”

Your contented hum turns into a drawn out moan as he drives into you in one powerful thrust. Gripping his back as he fucks you hard and slow, you mouth every expression of love you can think of into the heat of each other’s skin, more in love than either of you have ever known possible.

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Stroke Game - KTH

Summary: Teasing Taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences.

Warnings: Grinding, Face fucking, one wittle cock slap but it's actually a tap, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! taehyung, teasing, blue balls.

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A/N: Idk something about this video on insta just.... uh anyway

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about golf. So if anything is wrong please don’t read me for it! We all know none of us are here for the golfing.

There’s something about watching Taehyung golf that is indescribably attractive. Golf isn’t attractive, but watching as he sets up his stance for his stroke is. He has shorts on today, long tan legs spread and feet shuffling back and forth until he finds the perfect spot. His strong arms hold the golf club as he lines up his swing. And then he reaches all the way back, follows through, and the ball soars through the air. He has this cocky aura after he sees that it’s a good shot, and tosses his hair back. It’s growing longer, and the long black and wavy hair is a good look on him during the summer when he’s getting tanner. He looks nothing shy of gorgeous.

You wait until you see Jimin stop recording for Tae’s instagram story before you call out,

‘Nice job Taehyungie.’

He’s walking your way and shoots you a crooked smile,

‘You gonna try, jagi?’ You throw him a knowing glare and kick your leg out at him,

‘We both know golf isn’t my strong suit.’ You mutter

He catches your foot in his hands and quickly unties your shoelace, an ongoing battle between the two of you. He tries to walk closer to you but you press your foot flat against his stomach to stop him before whining,

‘I’m not any good Taehyungie, just leave me to ogle at you from over here.’ He laughs at this and manages to walk around your foot. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your seat

‘I’ll help you come on.’ He tugs you toward the tee and hands you a club. You’re still glaring at him while he moves things around you. He pauses and smiles down at you and then gives you a small kiss followed by a sharp slap on the ass. Jimin cracks up from his seat and you roll your eyes at him

‘You’re next, Jiminie.’ And he mocks being scared at being forced to play golf again by Taehyung. Neither you nor Jimin were particularly interested in the sport, but you both love Taehyung, so you’re willing to entertain his hobby. For now.

Jin and Hobi are watching too, each of them taking turns as they please. Hoseok is less interested in golf than Jin and Taehyung, but he always brightens the mood by cracking jokes.

‘Let’s go, __!’ Hoseok yells and then promptly throws his legs over Jimin’s lap and his arms around his shoulders while aggressively rocking him back and forth.

Taehyung brings your attention back to him, and places his hands on your hips,

‘Line your feet up with mine and make sure your stance is comfortable.’ He says quietly against your ear. His large hands are set on your hips, and he starts to slide them forward over your lower abdomen in an attempt to tease you,

‘I don’t think that area is very important to golf Babe.’ He huffs out a laugh in your ear in response before pulling you hips back against his front,

‘Didn’t you know Jagi? Golf is a full body sport.’ His voice has gotten a little deeper and quieter. His satoori always becomes a little more obvious when he’s speaking in a sultry tone. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. In retaliation you swivel your hips back against his crotch where you can feel just the slightest stirrings of excitement. He takes a sharp intake of breath, ‘Now I’m pretty sure that isn’t necessary.’ He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to your hips.

‘Well I’ve been watching you golf and you always do the cutest little booty wiggle when you’re trying to figure out your stance, so I’m just taking advice from the best.’ You say innocently.

Instead of a response to your obvious teasing, he lightly trails his hands down your arms to your hands. He readjusts your grip for you. You’re letting him do all the work for you, getting comfortable in the warmth of his arms while suggestively pressing your hips back against his. He’s guiding the swing of your arms to set up your stroke, and you think he’s going to help you all the way while you continue to tease him, but before you can follow through with the lining up of the club and hit the ball, he pauses the movement of your arms. The breath that you’d heard against your ear pauses, and he ever so slowly licks up the shell of your ear, and then he lightly tugs on your lobe with his teeth before murmuring,

‘Good luck Jagi.’ and then the warmth and guiding of his body is gone from behind you. Turning around with what you can only assume is the most dumbstruck look on your face. Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter from their seats, and Taehyung is standing a few feet behind you. His arms are crossed and he has a smug smirk resting on his lips.

You turn back to the tee and mindlessly swing, not really caring about how far it goes. It goes a little farther than expected, not good by any means, but not terrible.

Taehyung walks back up to you, ‘Good job, __’

You roll your eyes at him and push his club into his chest before walking back to your seat next to Jimin. He leans toward you once you sit down,

‘I felt like I was watching porn.’ he whispers. You smack him on the arm and turn away from him,

‘It was not that bad.’ You mutter.

‘It was pretty bad.’ Hoseok pipes up from the other side of Jimin. You roll your eyes at them before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He’s just finished another stroke,

‘Nice stroke Babe.’ You cheer him on.

‘You like my stroke game Jagi?’ He teases from behind the tee.

‘Oh my god.’ You groan, and this sets the other three boys off once again.

He comes back over to sit by you and rests his hand on your thigh while Jin goes again. Jimin and Hobi have seemingly lost interest in the game and are just watching from their seats.

You decide to ignore Taehyung after all his teasing and turn to lean your head on Jimin’s shoulder,

‘Jagiya,’ Taehyung murmurs from beside you, tugging on your thigh to try and turn your attention back to him.

‘Go work on your stroke game Taehyungie.’ You mumble jokingly.

‘I’d much rather work on my stroke game with you.’ You can tell he tries to keep his laugh in but it doesn’t work very well. Before he can say anything else it’s his turn again, and he stands up and walks away.

‘You know, I never knew my Taehyungie was so good at flirting.’ Jimin says from where his head is resting on top of yours.

‘Please, we literally watched him flirt with himself on stage everyday when he was performing Singularity.’ You say back.

You can feel the shaking of Jimin’s shoulders under your head as Taehyung shoots you a glare from his spot in front of you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he does the same thing in return.

After his stroke, he sets his club down and walks up to you,

‘Wanna go grab a drink with me?’ He asks. You nod and stand up with him, the other three boys yelling drink orders at the two of you. He waves dismissively at them and then grabs your hand to walk with you. Instead of turning left toward the bar, he pulls you to the right,

‘Babe, I’m pretty sure the bar’s that way.’ You remind him.

‘I know.’ He responds. It’s then that you see the direction he’s headed. The handicapped bathroom at the end of the hallway.

Taehyung had a track record of trying to sneak you away for small moments or quickies when you were in public. The one thing that you’ve learned about him through the years of your relationship is that, when it comes to intimacy, he is not a patient man.

Taehyung opens the door and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. He presses you against the door and before you can even say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. His hands are wandering down your sides until they reach the back pockets of your jeans. He slides his hands into your pockets, and after giving your backside a quick squeeze, he pushes your hips forward so they meet his. Your hands are behind his head, fingers lightly tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily,

‘You drive me crazy, Jagi.’

Instead of responding you guide his lips back to yours, lightly tracing your tongue against his bottom lip to gain access to his. He slides his hand farther down and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. His hips roughly press against yours, and behind the loose fabric of his shorts, you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and palm his cock, and his hips stutter from their sensual grinding, as he lets out a deep groan into your mouth.

You wrap your fingers around the outline of him from the outside of his shorts. Even beneath the layers of cloth between your skin, you can feel just how hot and hard he is.

When you tighten your grip around his cock and start jerking him faster, he moves his head into the crook of your neck and drops your leg from around his waist. He’s mouthing wet kisses against your neck and letting out small groans and words of encouragement. His hips are thrusting into the grip you have on his cock, and he reaches down to tighten your hand around him. Instead of continuing with the pace he directed, you remove your hand from him altogether. When you do this, his head jerks back, and he lets out a small noise of complaint. Before he can say anything, you drop down onto your knees in front of him. He smiles at you and traces his finger along your lips, ‘You’re amazing __’

His voice has gotten deeper and he still sounds out of breath. You lean forward and start to press open mouthed kisses against his cock. His hand presses against the back of your head, encouraging you. Finding the tip of his cock, you start to suck through the thin fabric, tongue tracing over where you know he’s leaking for you. He’s starting to get impatient, and he reaches up to start undoing his belt.

Just as he finishes popping the button on his shorts, you reach down and pull the shoelaces on both of his shoes to get him back for earlier. He’s too distracted to know any better, but instead of continuing, you stand up in front of him. He looks at you surprised, and he’s just about voice his confusion when you tell him,

‘Now’s a perfect time to work on your stroke game, Babe. Oh and don’t forget to tie your shoes.’

And before he can even say anything in response, you turn, unlock the door, and walk out to go to the other boys.

When you take your seat next to Jimin he turns and asks,

‘Where’s Taehyungie?’

‘He’s in the bathroom.’ You respond quickly.

Jimin squints his eyes at you and looks suspicious. You see his eyes glance down to your most likely red and swollen lips,

‘And was he in the bathroom alone, Miss __?’ He teases you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

‘We’ll never know.’ You respond smugly.

Soon after, Taehyung walks back to you, drinks in hand. He hands everyone else theirs first, and when he goes to give you yours, he leans down and whispers in your ear,

‘You’ll pay for that, baby.’

You don’t say anything in response. He has that look in his eye, and you know not to tease him back this time.

. . .

You’ve arrived back in your hotel room, and you're shaking with anticipation. Taehyung was unusually quiet the rest of the day. He was talking normally with the other members, but when it came to you, he gave quick and short responses. Now he wasn’t mad, you were able to tell that much, but he was planning something, and his silence was all a part of the build up.

After entering your shared room, he quickly walks into the bathroom and pauses in the doorway, ‘Clothes off.’ Is all he says before walking inside and shutting the door, something he rarely ever did when it was just the two of you.

You quickly strip and sit on the bed and wait for him to return, and it only takes a moment before he’s walking right back out. He’d taken his shirt off in the bathroom, and when he’s approaching, you take time to admire how much he’s been working out.

His stomach is more toned, and his arms are definitely getting bigger. He’s always gorgeous, but you can tell that toning up a little makes him much more confident, and his confidence is what is so attractive about him.

He stands directly in front of you, and that’s when you realize you're seeing his eyes for the first time that day. He’d been wearing dark sunglasses most of the day, so you hadn’t seen them much. He’s staring directly into your eyes, and it’s almost intimidating with the way his gaze is unwavering.

‘Take my shorts off, gorgeous.’ He demands softly.

Taehyung is a simple man. He has three moods in bed. The first is soft Taehyung. There are no power dynamics, just two people loving and being intimate. The Second, is soft dom. Taehyung takes the lead, but there’s nothing harsh about the way he dominates you. There’s soft words and gentle touches. And then there’s full dom Taehyung. It’s rough and hard, but you love every minute of it. Someone else may confuse his demand and pet name for soft dom Tae, but you’re well aware that this is just the beginning.

You reach forward to undo his belt, and after it’s undone, you pull it through the loops and set it beside you. Reaching forward, you undo his button and drag his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. As much as he’s trying to act dominant and controlling, there are little tells of impatience in his body language. Just as you’re going to reach for his cock, he smacks your hands away,

‘You lost that privilege with the stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.’ He says. His fingers have a tight grip on your chin and he grabs his cock and traces your lips with the tip, smearing his precum over your lips. He taps the side of your cheek with his cock to remind you of his instructions, and you follow, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to use,

‘Good girl.’ He mutters.

He takes the tips of his cock and lays it on your tongue. Thrusting his hips lightly so that the underside of him is rubbing inside your mouth, you cup your tongue slightly to suck on his cock. All of his movements halt, and he leaves your mouth,

‘You only do what I tell you.’ He pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction, ‘Now, I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, and I’m gonna use you as much as I want. You know what to do if it gets too much.’

And with that he’s thrusting back inside your mouth, cock all the way down your throat. You’re gagging immediately. With no warm up, your throat protests against the intrusion. He pulls back slightly to let you breathe. Then, he’s sliding back down your throat. Your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, little hairs lightly tickling you.

Risking a glance up at him, his head is thrown back. The veins in his neck are taught, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s already worked up from earlier, and the feeling of your throat around him must be overwhelming.

After a few moments, his hips are retreating and then snapping back into your mouth. Your eyes are watering, but the groan he lets out is worth the burning in your throat,

‘Such a perfect little mouth for me.’ He grunts out. His palms are pressed firmly to your cheeks to keep your head in place while his pace increases. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the sensation. The way he’s grunting causes wetness to pool between your legs. There’s a light sheen covering his tanned skin from the exertion, and it makes him seem like he’s almost glowing.

His hips are starting to stutter and his grunts are turning into choked gasps, telltale signs that he’s close. He pushes all the way down your throat and then tilts your head slightly so you’re looking at him,

‘You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.’ He tells you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulls out of your mouth and gives you a moment to catch your breath.

Then, he reaches for your arm and pulls you up so you’re standing. He’s quickly bringing your mouth to his and entangling his tongue with yours.

Taehyung kisses in a way that words can barely describe. He’s passionate but also cocky in the way he moves his lips, and there’s dominance in the way his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away and looks down at you,

‘Hands against the mirror, legs spread, and I don’t want to hear a word out of this pretty little mouth.’ And then he’s pushing you toward the full length mirror against the wall. You follow his directions and look up into the mirror to see his eyes tracing down the length of your body. He places his hands on your hips and his chest molds to your back. You can feel his cock poking your ass from behind. His hands pull your hips back toward him and then one of them slowly makes its way toward your opening. His fingers dip into the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs before he brings it back up to trace slow circles around your clit,

‘My baby is so wet for me. Does getting your throat fucked turn you on that much.’ He tsks. He starts to circle his fingers faster, and your legs are shaking with the shocks of pleasure running through you. He dips his fingers back down and pushes two inside,

‘I was gonna get you ready for my cock, but you’re dripping Jagi. I don’t think you even need it.’

You look back up to meet his eyes in the mirror and shake your head, obeying his request to be quiet. It’s then that he removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches down to grasp his cock. You can see his arm moving in the mirror, giving himself a few, quick strokes before guiding his tip to rest right at your entrance. Then without warning he pushes all the way in. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, there will never be a day where you’ll get used to the way he fills you up. Long and thick, hitting all the right places inside of you with just one thrust. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, letting out shallow breaths. Both of you are so worked up, you’re aware this is going to be quick.

Then his hands firmly grasp your hips, and he’s pulling back slowly before quickly thrusting forward. There’s no gradual buildup to his pace, he switches to pounding into you from behind immediately. His hips are slapping against your ass and he’s letting out grunts and small moans of your name between his labored breaths. You love the times when Taehyung is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he doesn’t take the time to use any specific rhythm. He just hammers into you from behind, the angle creating the perfect way for him to hit your G spot repeatedly.

You drop your head down to look at the floor, struggling to keep your moans contained. You’re biting your lips raw trying to keep the noise at bay. It’s when Taehyung reaches down to place the heel of his hand against your clit that your hips start twitching. The powerful thrusts of his hips send yours forward causing you to grind against his hand.

‘Go ahead, baby. I know you wanna cum for me.’ He says breathlessly, ‘I’m right behind you. Gonna fill this pussy up.’

The pressure in your stomach is quickly building, and you reach down and grab his wrist as you near your climax.

You can feel the stuttering of his hips as he approaches his peak, and with a few more sharp snaps you reach your peak, and that building pressure snaps.

‘Taehyungie,’ You can’t help but moan out. Pussy clenching around his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to help you down, but the pace of his hips continues. He’s losing the rhythm he had previously, groans of your name filling the air, and with one thrust, he’s pushing all the way inside you. You can feel the twitch of his cock while he fills you up. He gives a few short thrusts to push his cum back inside. His head falls onto your shoulder and he lets out a soft laugh,

‘Damn.’

You laugh with him, ‘I don’t think I can feel my legs.’

He pulls out slowly, half hard cock falling out of you along with some of his cum. He turns you around and places soft kisses on your lips before picking you up to carry you over to the bed. He looks down at you fondly and sweetly attaches your lips once more before getting up to head to the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on before he returns to clean up the mess he left between your legs,

‘You need to go pee.’ He punctuates the sentence with a few taps on your butt. You grumble at him but know he’s right, so you make your way into the bathroom to do your business. You head back to the bed and throw on his t-shirt on the way. Taehyung is already snuggled under the covers with one corner lifted up waiting for you. Climbing into bed with him and tucking yourself up against his chest, you’re just getting ready to fall asleep when he disturbs you,

‘What do you think about my stroke game now?’ He mumbles into your ear. You throw your hand over his face and push him away from you while he’s cracking up,

‘Oh my god. I hate you.’ You mumble into your pillow.

‘I love you.’ He sing-songs back to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing your back against his chest.

‘I love you too, I guess.’

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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KTH- Quiet Getaway

You were used to Taehyung surprising you, wether it be with a new dog, a new car, a new dress to match his favourite suits or even a bouquet of flowers. So the fact he had planned an entire week holiday to Japan should have been nothing, but it was not.

He hasn’t booked a room at a hotel instead renting an entire house, accompanied with a pool, a tennis court and even a mini golf court.

It was safe to say you were amazed, taehyung was much more privy to these luxuries than you, even though he always made it clear you was entirely welcome to join him and the members on their travel you always felt like something of an imposter.

He was always quick to reassure you that you wasn’t the case. However the last incident had put you out of commission for attending any kind of luxury places for the near future, even the thought alone made you cringe.

You had accompanied Taehyung on a trip to Paris for fashion week, he had been personally invited by celine. The brand had wanted him to attend so much so that they sent a private jet to accommodate his travel.

Fans had lined the streets of Paris chanting for Taehyung and he bounced between the fashion houses and various stores. Your relationship with taehyung hadn’t been made public, instead you had both decided along with the company that they would portray you as a staff member to ensure you both had privacy.

You tried to explain that to the security guard at one of the Luxury stores but he was not in the mode to listen, instead directing you back to stand with the other fans hoping to catch a glimpse of the idol.

You tried to text taehyung to let him know that you had gotten stuck in the crowd outside and soon enough he came to rescued you, having his manager explain to the security that you too was supposed to be with Tae. The security guard has apologised profusely and you had accepted wanting the situation to be over but it couldn’t held the embarrassment you felt.

The thought that you could not be someone to THE Kim Taehyung was somewhat disappointed but he made sure to keep you happy through the day, he asked the manager to walk beside you to prevent it happening again but you declined telling him you were going to head back to the hotel.

You felt bad at seeing the worried look flash across his eyes but you dismissed it with a smile saying you were just dealing with a bout of jetlag.

He didn’t believe you and you knew that as such but he still wanted to explore and had a few more meetings to attend so he let you go, discreetly kissing you in the back of the car before having the driver drop you off at the hotel.

You felt humiliated as you climbed into the bathtub, you cried until your eyes were sore. You knew Tae would ask but you had no way to explain how demeaning it felt to have someone deem you as “not enough” to be a staff member, let alone his girlfriend.

It hadn’t been the first time it had happened in the three years you had been together, the memories of being pushed aside by security at concerts or fan sign events had given you some what of a fear to attending. It didn’t mean you supported him any less just that you wanted to save him the trouble of continuously rescuing you.

When he got back to the hotel that day he had already planned an apology, coming in with flowers and your favourite chocolates and food. He held you for a while, explaining how sorry he was, how he should have noticed. You tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault but he was firm that it was, that he should have put you first.

That was 7 months ago and you hadn’t gone with him to any event since, he knew it wasn’t a personal thing, he knew you loved him, he truly could understand.

You were ready to decline when he asked you to come on a trip with him but he assured you that it would only be you two, no camera, no schedule, just a couple having a week long trip.

The flight was quiet, thankfully you’d avoided Kmedia and no one happened to recognise either of you. You still hadn’t gotten used to the luxuries of first class but Tae was making sure to fulfil your every whim. You loved how much effort he put in to try and make it such a memorable experience for you both.

“Baby we landed, you gotta get up.” He shook you lightly, his voice gruff as if he too had just woken up. You found his disheveled hair adorable as you reached up to card a hand through it before standing up.

“Do you have everything?” You asked before you both began following the instructions to exit the flight to which he nodded, lacing his hand in your own as he guided you off.

He had already planned for a driver to take you to the place you were suppose to be staying at. The drive was quiet, both of you taking in the sights and trying to recover from the tiredness.

You audibly gasped as you see the house for the first time.

“It’s called rusutsu chalet.” He explained. As he climbed out the car, thanking the driver as he helped you bring your luggage inside.

You made note of the artwork on the walls, something that was very much Taheyungs style.

“What do you think” He laughed as he nudged you further into the house, giving you the go ahead to explore as much as you wanted to.

You were at a loss for words, you’d never seen something so high class, secretly you were afraid to touch anything, it all seemed so delicate and not something you could afford to replace.

It was truly stunning, you were unsure how anyone could stay here, the house belonged in a museum.

You had wandered around for nearly twenty minuets, enjoying and exploring the property, even peeking outside before Tae called you over to the extremely large couch.

“There’s something I want to explain.” He said with his lips pursed, a focused look on his face only making you worry.

You walked over to him painfully slow, was this where he ended it?

Rationally you knew it made no sense to bring you all the way here to break up with you but you’d never seen him this serious when it came to a conversation with you.

“What’s wrong Te?” You asked, keeping your voice as neutral as possible.

He buried his head into your neck forcing you to lay backwards where he kept you for a while before pulling himself up and you along with. You weren’t sure whether you were going to have sex or be made single but either way you were highly confused.

“I paid for this, for us.” He explained, gesturing round to the house.

You nodded, of course he had. “I know Tae, I wish you’d let me help pay it must be so expensive for the week.”

He shakes his head sighing. “No I mean I brought it for us, the house.”

“You did what?!” You shot up, thrown off by the unexpected revelation.

He laughed, gently pulling you back down to the couch. “I know that every time we go somewhere the majority of it you’re too worried to be shut out, too worried to be a burden. I called the airline and set up my card with them. Any time you want to enjoy yourself you just call them and book a flight here. I thought it would give us somewhere private where you could enjoy all the wonderful things you haven’t been able to. I also thought it would be better to have a second place to go to so that when we want to be together but it’s too busy in Korea we can come here.”

“So this is what you were doing last week when you said you had to sign contracts!” You slapped his arm playfully.

He laugh nodding. “I want you to feel as important, regardless of our income or job titles I want you to know that with me you are my equal. There will never be a place I go that you are not welcome.”

“Tae..” Your vision blurred as he engulfed you in a hug, you didn’t mind the way his hair ticketed your face or the way you were twisted uncomfortably. This was the most selfless thing anyone had ever done for you.

“Do you like it?” He asks again, this time more hopeful.

“Although I’m not happy that you didn’t talk to me about it because god this looks so expensive I think if I ever knew I’d cry, I am so touched that you would create a place for us that was our own.” You kissed him, letting your hands roam across his stomach, dipping daringly below his waist band.

His breath hitched, a sign telling you that his calm composure was a facade. “You know, we live together right? Back home? We always have a place that’s our own. Wherever you are is where I want to be.”

“Such a thoughtful boyfriend aren’t you Tae Tae ?” You whisper against his ear, feeling your own excitement pool between your legs.

You was not expecting it as he bent down, picking you up in his arms as if you was a baby as he headed towards the stairs.

“Tae! Put me down!” You squealed.

He landed a spank to your ass, effectively silencing you. “Nope. I’m going to fuck you in every single room of our house.”

“I love you Kim Taehyung.” You whispered breathlessly.

“I adore you most, my love.”

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shina913 · 2 years

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Coquet, Part 5 | JJK

Coquet, Part 5

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: SLOW BURN!; excessive cussing; A LOT of sexual tension; very explicit sexual conversations; some anxiety; heavy alcohol consumption; characters in various levels of inebriation; bachelor/bachelorette party activities including but not limited to--strip club setting, lap dances, pub crawl; some vulnerable confessions; lots of kissing

Word count: 7.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: Please don't hate me 😅 Just so you know, I had fully intended on doing a double-update but...it's been a struggle the last couple weeks for me so the fact that I managed to even write out over 7.3K words is beyond me! Plus, the universe just won't let me be great...*sigh* so here we are. Anyway, hope this holds you all off until the next one--which I promise will be much better! Thank you to all of you new readers!!! I'm super stoked about that as well!!!

Thank you, @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez for helping me polish this more. I didn't do another read-through because I'm an impatient bitch...so I'll probably clean it up again after I post!

Either way, thank you all for the love you've shown Coquet!JK!!! I'll shut up now so you can get on with it. PS: Let's see if you can find the little OT7 easter eggs! 😬

Shifting on your feet, you ran a hand down your hip to smooth your dress. You settled on a classic little black dress that stopped about mid-thigh level. It was a halter with a plunge neckline and an even lower back. The dress showed a lot of leg, which you accentuated with strappy heels that laced around your ankles and went up below your knees. You had on a pair of extra-large, sparkly hoop earrings–which you were sure Mindi would get a kick out of.

The bigger the hoop, the bigger the hoe.

You chuckled and admired your handiwork in the mirror. Not bad. You’d dolled yourself up after getting back from the hotel’s gym, taking the time to do your hair and makeup. Your matte, terracotta lipstick was smudge proof, along with your mascara, a wash of champagne eyeshadow, and cat-eyeliner.

You finished your look with your caramel-hued bomber jacket for your early dinner with the girls–just to keep all the goods hidden until you were nice and tipsy tonight.

You opened the bathroom door to step out. Once your eyes locked with his, you couldn’t help but feel a bit unsteady on your feet.

He had called out to you while you were in the shower, letting you know that the guys just returned from playing a round of golf–which was Taehyung’s special request. He had just changed out of his country club-chic look and slipped into this…thing that you could only dub as his ‘devil suit’. A plain, black collared shirt–with the top two buttons undone, paired with graphite pants.

It was the perfect combination of casual, elegant deliciousness. The effect on you was pure, white-hot desire. And it wasn’t even dinner time yet!

He was in the middle of adjusting his collar when he paused to slowly rake his eyes over you from bottom to top.

“Wow, you look…” He stopped short of saying ‘good enough to eat,’ and cleared his throat instead. “You look amazing,” he said with a small smile. “Next time, warn me before you open the door.”

You smiled at his compliment. “I feel like I should be saying that to you instead.” You took a deep breath to relax, walking towards the full length mirror by the doorway to do another assessment of yourself. “Did you have fun at the links this morning?”

“Yeah, it was cool. I might take some lessons after this,” he says casually. “Tae had a blast, though.”

Taehyung wanted to play a few rounds of golf before jumping into a bar crawl and ending the evening at the strip club. You rolled your eyes subconsciously. If it were up to your brother, he’d skip the pub crawl entirely. Taehyung was the type who would prefer to hang around the beach after golfing. Unfortunately, he’d left it up to his best man to do all of the planning for his last night as ‘a free man,’ as Haru would label it.

You wondered if this was what Haru wanted for his own stag night. Hopping from one bar to another…or simply just spending several hours throwing bills at nearly-naked women dancing around onstage.

Your mouth fills with distaste and you brush the thought away before you start to go down that rabbit hole again. You glanced at your phone to check the time.

“Do you want to head down together? I know that you girls have an early dinner planned so maybe I could just see you off then hang around the lounge until it was time for us guys to head out.”

You turned around just in time to watch him slip his jacket on. He shrugged his shoulders to adjust it further and stretched his neck from side to side. It made your mouth water.

“Uh–yeah. That’s fine by me,” you smile nervously, trying to keep that coil in your stomach from twisting even further.

******

You stand side-by-side in the elevator and he reaches out to take your hand. You tried not to shiver when his skin brushed yours–but the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly, signaling that he had caught your reaction. As the cab descended, you tighten your grip around his fingers while you look straight ahead. You could have sworn that you saw his lips curve into a full-on grin from your peripheral vision.

The elevator doors dinging open does nothing to dampen the palpable energy in the air.

You and Jungkook step out of the elevators, hand-in-hand, and into the lobby together. Without letting go of his hand, you grinned as you spotted the girls already milling around downstairs. Mindi was doing a quick headcount while you waited for a couple more of Jennie’s girlfriends who were driving in as they were staying at another hotel.

Suddenly, you feel one of your shoes loosening. You look down to find that one of the laces has slipped down to your ankle.

“Ah, damn,” you say under your breath, finally releasing his hand, you sit on one of the couches at the lobby, setting your clutch down to re-adjust the strap. These shoes were cute and sexy but if you didn’t tie them up properly, they end up being a floppy pain in the ass.

As you bend downwards to reach for the loose strap, he approaches you and takes a knee by your feet. “Here, I’ll do it,” he says.

Without protest, you lean back and watch him rest your foot on his thigh, carefully undoing the knot and loops the strap around your leg more securely. Once he finishes, he gives your calf a gentle squeeze. “Nice and tight?”

“Y-yeah, thanks,” you say breathlessly.

He smiles and sets your foot down back down on the floor right in time for Mindi to call the girls to board the shuttle. As the ladies file out of the lobby and into the vehicle, you turn to thank him again and say goodbye.

“Have fun,” he says, giving you a light peck on the lips.

“Thanks. You, too. And be a good boy,” You threw in for good measure as you started to walk away from him.

“What are you talking about? I’m always good.” He smirked at you and gave you a wink.

******

“To Jennie!” Mindi yells out as all of the ladies raise their shot glasses in the air and down them one by one.

You sigh as the shot makes its way down your throat. The ladies start to dance and sing along to the song pumping through the speakers–they were antsy to leave and ready to party.

As soon as Mindi tells the driver to rev up the engine, Jungkook runs out of the lobby, banging on the shuttle door.

Jungkook slowly makes his way towards the back, where you were seated with Jennie and a couple other girls. Each woman eyed him with desire as he walked in between them. Some were practically pinching themselves to ensure that he was the real deal.

But he paid no attention to them. His gaze was hot–and it was only geared towards you.

“Hi,” he says when he finally reaches you. “I figured you might need this,” he says as he holds out your clutch.

You chuckle softly. “Oh, yeah. Silly me…thank you,” you say quietly as you take it from him.

He smiled. “Alright, well…I better get back with the guys—“

“Jungkook…why don’t you just ditch the boys and come with us instead?” One of Jennie's cousins remarked.

“Yeah, it’s going to be so much more fun than hanging out with those guys,” another friend pipes up.

One-by-one, they close in, ogling at him—all of them clearly very intrigued by your man.

He smiles at them politely, turning down each and every one of their requests.

“Would you look at that…a cock in the hen house,” Mindi chuckles.

You decided to step up and show them that he was not up for grabs. You walk towards him, the women parting for you like the sea, watching enviously as you reclaim him. You curled your fingers around his arm—as far as they could reach and walk with him to the door.

“Sorry, ladies. Maybe next time,” he shrugs at them.

The ladies pouted playfully as they waved goodbye to him.

As he hops off the bottom step of the shuttle he turns back around. You remained standing at the bottom step of the shuttle, slightly elevated so you were at eye-level with him.

“Thanks again,” you smiled before kissing him.

“Anytime,” he offered another wink before you walked back in.

He lingered for a bit before turning on his heel slowly.

Suddenly, something compels you to turn around and go after him.

As he walks back towards the lobby, you run out of the shuttle. “Jungkook, wait!” You called out.

He spins around and sees you advancing towards him.

“Kiss me and put your hand on my back,” you demanded, whispering under your breath but loud enough so only he could hear.

Or…at least that’s what you thought.

“Huh?” He cocks his head and lifts his eyebrows in confusion, trying to work out what you just told him to do, but he had no time to process. Before he knew it, your lips crashed into his.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. You licked into his mouth, stroking your tongue along his eliciting a low growl from him.

His hand grazes the small of your back and moves lower until he reaches the swell of your ass. He gives it a definitive squeeze, making you jump slightly. He catches you and presses his body harder against yours, while you moan into his mouth.

Somewhere in the corner of your still-conscious brain, you hear the girls whooping and squealing from the doors and windows of the shuttle.

The noise begrudgingly brings you back down to earth and so you slowly pull away from him, noses still touching. You were absolutely dizzy from him but more surprised that he was obviously breathless as well. As your hands slid down to his chest, you could feel the pounding of his heartbeat.

“I asked you to put your hand on my back,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“Sorry, I thought I heard, ‘put your hand on my ass’,” he whispers, lips curving into a sexy smile. “You’ve got to speak louder next time,” he says before planting another gentle kiss on you. It made you smile into his lips.

“Okay, okay! Break it up, you two! There will be plenty of time for that later,” Mindi hollers. “I promise we’ll bring her back hot and ready for you tonight, Jungkook!” She cackles.

You giggled, dipping your head on his chest for briefly. When you lift it, you see him smiling at you. “Like I said, have fun tonight. I’ll see you when you get back,” he flashed a warm smile before his expression turned dark.

“And you can be as bad as you want,” he says in a husky voice, grazing your chin with his thumb.

Your breath hitched at the comment, making your brain foggy. You nearly trip over your feet on your way back up to the shuttle.

******

“Come on–take it to the face, Tyeongie!” Haru growls as he tries to push another shot for Taehyung to drink, which he pushes back.

“Nahh, I’m done, bro,” he yells over the music. His eyes roll to the back of his head while he shifts in his seat at the VIP section.

Haru shrugs his shoulders and throws the shot back, hissing as the liquid makes its way down his throat. He leans back, afterwards, mimicking his best friend’s position as they watch one of the strippers undulate her hips against the pole.

After the song ends, Haru leans over to tuck a few bills between her hip and the string that held her G-string together.

“Thank you, baby,” she gave him a wink and made her way downstairs to mingle with the rest of the party.

After she’s gone, he turns back to his friend. “What’s up with you, man? I’ve never seen anybody so depressed to be surrounded by half-naked women!”

Taehyung laughed at that. “I already told you, Haru,” he slurred, “I would have been completely happy golfing all day. You were the one who insisted on the strippers.”

“Aww, come on, dude! It’s a fucking bachelor party! It’s your last night of freedom before…you know, you’re stuck with one pussy forever!”

Taehyung shook his head and laughed again. “I have no problem with that. I happen to like the idea of fucking one pussy for the rest of my life.”

Haru’s face went from a look of mischief and teasing to one of surprise with an underlying hint of gloom. He then shook his head, in an attempt to switch subjects. “You’re talking crazy, dude. I think that you are, in fact, drunk,” he laughs. “I don’t remember the last time you were this hammered!”

“I do,” Taehyung stares at him languidly. “I actually remember perfectly. It was about a year ago–you dragged me out to some random bar. It was, what, about a month after YN moved away. You just wanted to get fucked up.”

Taehyung sat up and sipped on a bottle of water. “You were going on and on about true love…and then you told me that I could have any woman that I wanted…and to never settle.”

Haru stayed quiet, that night in question was slowly coming back to him.

“But then you kept pushing me to get in bed with all of these girls and I remember saying–” Taehyung’s eyes transfixed at his friend. “I don’t want any other girl. There’s only one girl I want. And that’s when I decided to finally shoot my shot with Jennie,” he finishes with a boxy smile.

Haru hissed through his teeth. “Yeah…I remember now,” he says lowly.

Taehyung nods slowly. “And I’ve had zero regrets ever since,” he says as he swipes his hands to cut the air. “I love her sooooo much, Haru,” he says as his head tips backward.

Haru smiles tightly as he downs the last few drops of his beer.

******

Jungkook and Jimin are hanging out by the bar, chatting up a couple of ladies. One of them was practically begging to give Jungkook a private dance for free.

“No, no–I have a girlfriend,” he says respectfully. “You should talk to my friend, Jimin, here. You guys can probably have a dance-off.” he jokes as the girls laugh.

“What are you laughing at? I might give better lap dances. And I only take 100-dollar bills as tips,” Jimin quips at her.

Before Jungkook can respond, the DJ makes an announcement over the microphone to acknowledge the group’s presence at the club. He turns down the music and invites everyone to give the groom a round of applause.

Taehyung smiles and takes it as an opportunity to make a drunken yet very heartfelt speech. He gets up from his seat and moves carefully towards the railing while the rest of the guys look on.

“What’s up, everyone!” Taehyung bellows, followed by a hiccup. “Sorry–I’m pretty fucking gone right now,” he laughed. Everyone cheers and laughs in response.

“Alright, alright, alright–listen,” he tried to begin as coherently as possible. “I just wanted to say–thank you all for partying with me. And–” he turns around, beckoning Haru to stand up next to him, which he does. Taehyung puts his arm around him and squeezes his shoulder.

“I also wanted to give a special shoutout to my best friend and my brother, Haru, here. And not to get fucking sentimental about it–I just wanted to say, thank you. Thank you so much for making me realize that Jennie was the one for me. I owe you my happiness, man. It was all your doing,” he says with a smile and hugging him tightly. “I love you, man. Not as much as I love Jennie but…I want you to know that I fucking love you!”

Jungkook looks on and watches Haru shift uncomfortably.

“Anyway, I’m having the time of my fucking life. You guys should, too!” he says as he raises his water bottle.

Everyone in the room cheers loudly as the DJ turns up the music again.

******

“Hmm…how ‘bout that one?” Jennie asked, watching the guy in question walk away. “Nice, broad shoulders–sexy smile..”

You rolled your eyes and polished off your gin and tonic. “Still doesn’t top Mr. Dimples from the last club,” you say wryly. “He had a sexy smile. Pretty eyes, too,” you added.

Jennie was really getting into ‘Rate That Dick.’ And it was fun until the novelty wore off for you a couple hours ago, around your second stop.

Truthfully, there was only one dick that you wanted to rate–and up until this point, you’ve been doing your level best to talk yourself out of it. You hated to admit it but it was becoming a losing battle.

You were at the fourth stop on your club-hopping list and this place was popping. The line to get in wrapped around the block and played a mix of hip-hop and R&B beats, the music pounding through the dark space, giving it a seductive feel.

Jennie’s cousin, Liah, piped up, “Why don’t you flirt with him, YN?”

“No, no,” you declined. “I should not be trying to pick up guys in this state.” You were looking flushed and bright-eyed. Your skin was clamming up–alcohol sweats–if that ever was a real thing.

“What do you want out of commitment, Jennie?” Hana, one of Jennie’s other friends, asked while she nursed a drink.

“Uh…monogamy?” Jennie responds as if the answer should have been obvious to her friend.

Liah groaned at the ceiling. “Monogamy is overrated. I’m gonna go and check out Mr. Worldwide Shoulders over there,” she says, sliding off her bar stool and walking away to hit on her target.

“Ooh! I see somebody over there who looks like he wants to buy me a drink,” Hana says as she walks over to a man with a smile as bright as the sunshine. He had been exchanging flirty looks with her in the last ten minutes or so. She beckons him to join her on the dance floor.

“It’s not overrated,” Jennie pouted quietly when it was just you two at the table. “I happen to like monogamy," she mumbled as she toyed with her 'Bride-to-Be' sash.

You grinned at her. For as long as you’ve known her, Jennie has always been the ‘good girl’. She was in the honor roll at school, dressed modestly, didn’t drink much, went out occasionally but went home at a decent hour.

Mindi called it being ‘uptight’ but some women were just innately cautious and preferred quiet nights in rather than partying ‘til dawn. It was a shock as to how she and Jennie became the best of friends. But people always say, opposites attract. Jennie and Mindi were soulmates, like it or not.

“Jungkook seems to be the monogamous type,” Jennie says, after adjusting her kitschy tiara that had a bedazzled penis on it. She props her elbow up on the table, resting her chin on her hand while she eyed you. “It must be overwhelming for him to hang out with your whole family for days on end?”

“He’s taking everything in stride,” you waved off. “If anything, I felt weird seeing everyone again,” you sighed deeply. “Haru’s mom came up and gave me a hug this morning after the guys went off to the country club.”

“Wow...that…must have been something,” Jennie remarks.

“It was, if I’m being honest. And I’ve known them for years–holidays, family dinners,” you trail off as you pick at some random fried snack that was in front of you. You flag down a waitress and order another vodka tonic.

“Water under the bridge,” she swats the air with her hand haphazardly. “You’re with Jungkook now and things are different!”

You nodded in an exaggerated manner. “Oh! He’s definitely much different than Haru, I can tell you that much. In the short amount of time Jungkook and I have been together, I feel like–he’s opened my eyes to…so many things.” You stopped short of specifying which things…like, hiring him to pretend to be your boyfriend who is head-over-heels for you.

Jennie groans. “Babe–who gives a fuck about Haru? He’s so last year,” she slurs.

You shrugged. “I know, I know. But you know what, we were together for a long fucking time. To be honest, I still feel like he owes me a clear explanation as to why he dropped me just like that,” you say as you sip on your just-delivered vodka tonic refill before turning to her. “You know what I mean?”

Jennie suddenly goes ramrod straight and glances over at you. She sees you staring back at her. “You’re asking me?” She says incredulously.

“Well…you and Tae have known Haru the longest. Has he, I don’t know…has he said anything? Shown any inkling–”

“I–I don’t know why you’re asking me these things,” she says in a rush. “Are you insinuating that I know something?” She suddenly feels agitated.

“Woah, woah–calm down, girl,” you smile lazily. “We’re just having a conversation here. I mean–I’m clearly very shit-faced right now…hence the heightened introspection,” you say hoarsely. You noted that you needed to drink water from this point forward.

She relaxes her stance and clears her throat. “In my opinion, I think that you should just leave all of these things in the past.”

She then scoffs and lifts a shoulder. “No one really knows what Haru’s mindset was at the time. The point is, you’re happy and found someone who’s hotter and clearly obsessed with you. Just focus on that! All this–” she waves her hand around aimlessly, “This is all just background noise.” She keeps her gaze at you while you ponder on her words.

You nodded and realized that she had a point. “You know what? You’re right. He is hot!”

“Damn fucking right!” Jennie says. “And you need to show that hot man how much you appreciate how fucking hot he is!”

That lit a fire underneath you. You slam your palm on the table. “Fuck, yes! You are so fucking right!”

This was definitely the alcohol talking. You’ve gone through several glasses of cocktails and numerous shots— without legitimate solid food— in the last few hours. You were incredibly drunk…and unbelievably horny. It was the perfect storm.

“Hold up, hold up! I was just walking across the room and heard the word ‘fuck,’ thrown around like willy-nilly and I immediately want in!” Mindi suddenly joins your little party of two and puts her arms around both you and Jennie.

After you entered this club, she immediately made eye contact with one of the bartenders. She walked up to him, said some weird pickup line about felines and he immediately threw his head back in laughter, gummy smile and all. After a couple hours, it looked like his shift was coming to an end. They exchanged numbers right before Mindi saunters over to your table.

She eyes Jennie first. “Either of you want to get more fucked up…or—” She turns her head towards you, “Or maybe you just want to get fucked?” She giggled as the three of you exchanged looks.

“Well, apparently, it sounds like Jungkook is getting fucked good tonight,” Jennie says, eyes full of mischief.

You laughed and shook your head. “I didn’t even say that,” you corrected her.

“Sure you did! In so many words,” Jennie laughs.

Mindi’s jaw drops and her head whips around at you. “Unnie…I’m so depressed. Why did you have to find him first,” she whined playfully. “I feel like you need to send God a bottle of wine or something. Maybe one from Uncle Jae’s stash?”

You all giggled.

“Hey, you think Haru sent back that vintage Barolo from your engagement party?” Mindi muses. “I’ve always wondered about that.”

You considered that a rhetorical question so you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from answering. In actuality, you finished that bottle on your own after he broke your engagement. It didn’t matter that it was a $400 vintage–the combined acidity and spice felt like a warm hug in the midst of your bitter breakup.

Jennie rolls her eyes and groans loudly. “Oh, my god! I am not fucked up enough for this conversation,” she yells out. “Let’s do more shots, Mindi!”

“Fuck yes! Bartender!!! Tequila!” They both run up to the bar hand-in-hand while Mindi screams out their order.

As the music swells, you reveled in the utter sensuality of the venue and the unabashed drive for casual sex that everyone seemed to exude tonight. You were hot and sweaty and just about ready to call it a night.

Just then, your phone buzzes from your purse. You retrieve it and see a text from Jungkook. His message makes you smile. As you tuck your phone back in, you decide within yourself that you were done trying to talk yourself out of this.

You yelled at your cousin. “Mindi!!!” Her head whips around back at you at the sound of her name.

“I need to swing by the ATM on the way back to the hotel!” You screeched.

Mindi gives you a befuddled look but she shrugs her shoulders and holds her thumbs up in agreement.

******

“You think we’ll be the last ones standing?” Jimin leaned back on his chair by the bar, which had a full view of the club. He looked around at Taehyung’s friends and cousins who were in various stages of inebriation.

Jimin was a tank. Jungkook watched him all night as he downed shot after shot…after all that, he was still upright and seeing straight. If he was put through a field sobriety test right this second, he would pass with flying colors.

“That’s what it’s looking like,” Jungkook chuckled as he scanned the room while he played around with his beer bottle.

Just then, another stripper walks by and tries to get his attention, offering him a private dance. He smiled and turned her down, just as he had done to at least 10 other women tonight.

“You know you can partake, if you want,” Jimin says casually. “You don’t have to be cautious around me just because YN is my cousin. You can have a little fun.”

Jungkook’s mouth twisted playfully. “I know that. She even gave me permission, actually.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow at him. “She did,” Jungkook affirms. “And, I told her that she could have her fun, too if she wanted.”

“Wow. You two seem pretty secure with each other,” Jimin remarks as he takes another sip of his drink.

“We trust each other…at least, that’s what I’d like to think. Besides, even if she did tell me it was okay, I wouldn’t do it anyway.”

Jimin chuckled at that. “A little reverse-psychology for you?”

Jungkook shook his head. “No. I just prefer to live out my fantasy with her. Even better...she’s real.” His comments seemed to roll off the tongue but he meant every word. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get YN off his mind.

The way she looked at him, sighed at his touch…the way she kissed him back. Her lips held much more promise than others. He didn’t mean to put her up against past clients.

Once the contract was over, he filed those away and never looked back at them. He didn’t want to compare…because to him, she was incomparable. Not even close.

“You know, I feel like I should be grossed out by your comments mainly because she’s my cousin but…I think it’s cool that you hold her in high regard like that.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement. “What can I say? She’s the one that I want,” he says plainly. Jimin smiled at that.

Just then, Jungkook looks up towards one corner of the club and sees Haru dip into one of the private rooms in the back with two dancers.

He furrows his brows then shakes his head subtly. He scans the room again and notices that Taehyung was nowhere in sight. “Hey, have you seen Tae?”

“Uhm–” Jimin does a quick scan of the room as well and is not able to get a visual of his friend “I thought he was with one of his cousins…or Haru…”

“Hey baby, you look like you could use a dance,” another stripper offers him.

“Actually, I’d like to buy my buddy, Jimin, a dance. Here–” Jungkook hands her a bill. “Go have fun, I’ll see if I can find Taehyungie.”

“Uh, uhm–okay then,” Jimin agrees reluctantly at first but doesn’t protest when the dancer ushers him to one of the open tables in the back.

Jungkook hops off his stool and strolls around the club in search of Taehyung. He wasn’t in the VIP perch nor any of the tables by the back walls. He didn’t want to try and peek through the back rooms so he thought he’d try the men’s room.

As he rounds the corner, he sees Taehyung staggering out of the door and rushes over to catch him.

“Heeeeyyy,” Taehyung slurs at him, eyes completely glossed over with alcohol.

“Hey–been worried about you. Are you alright?” Jungkook asks as he holds him steady against the wall.

“I’m–ugghhh” he groaned. “I don’t feel so good, dude,” he says, clutching his stomach.

“I think you might be done for the night.”

“I…think so…too,” Taehyung drawls, his eyes glossing over.

“Alright, I’ll take you back to the hotel. I’m sure we can take one of the shuttles and the driver can circle around to pick up the other guys.”

Jungkook heaves and puts Taehyung’s arms around his neck, supporting the rest of his weight with his other arm as they slowly made their way out of the club.

“W-where’s Haru?” Taehyung wonders.

“Uh, I think his fun is just starting…but he can handle himself. He’s a big boy,” Jungkook says flippantly.

As they continued to walk towards the exit, Jungkook waves at Jimin from the far corner of the club–who was now being catered to by a new dancer. Jimin does a quick salute in acknowledgement. When they cross the threshold, Taehyung breathes in the fresh air and promptly pukes his guts out at the closest bush by the walkway.

******

“What the fuck was Haru thinking…” Taehyung slurred as he and Jungkook staggered out of the elevator and walked crookedly towards his room. “Did he think that I was going to…sleep with any of those women? Days before my wedding day?” He glances down at the vomit stains on his shirt and scrunches his nose at the smell.

“You did just fine, Taehyungie.”

“I…I…don’t know, Jungkook. Is that weird?” He hiccupped. “Like—I get it’s tradition or whatever but…I just want…one woman. And that’s Jennie. I just want her. I don’t want any…strippers or…hookers.”

“Well, it’s been my experience that a man in love has no desire to be with a prostitute.” When they arrive at Taehyung’s door, Jungkook steadies him against the wall and attempts to dig through Taehyung’s pockets for his key card.

He directed Jungkook to his back pocket then smiled lazily. Jungkook taps the card against the door’s scanner and holds it open. “Bruuhhhh…” Taehyung dragged out. “How do you know so much…about so much?”

Jungkook straightens his back, pauses, then looks him in the eye. “I used to be a hooker,” he says matter-of-factly.

Taehyung’s brows knit furiously. He is silent for a few seconds, taking in Jungkook's remark. Then, he suddenly bursts into laughter and wags his finger at him.

“That’s a good one! You’re a funny guy. My sister needs more of that in her life. Someone to make her laugh.”

Jungkook nods, gives him a small smile. “Yep, that’s me. Now c’mon. Off to bed,” he says, and helps Taehyung get settled in his room.

******

When you whole party arrives back at the hotel, everyone splits off into their own rooms. A couple of people head out by the beach to get some fresh air.

You, on the other hand, saunter into the hotel lounge.

It’s practically empty save for a couple of Jennie’s cousins and the bartender. You walk up and order a glass of water. After hours of drinking on and off, you were rightfully thirsty. You lean against the bar for balance as you take a couple of cautionary sips.

You stared off into the distance and took a few more sips of your water–but no matter how much you drank, it still felt inadequate. It wouldn’t quench your thirst.

You checked your phone. It was after 1:30AM. The last text that you received was 20 minutes ago–from Jungkook. He let you know that he dropped a very intoxicated Taehyung off into his room and was calling it a night himself. He also threw in a cautionary, ‘Come back safely,’ at the end of his message.

Your head lolled back slightly–you were feeling good…about as good as you did after coming back from the bathhouse. The only difference was that your inhibitions were considerably lower tonight.

You smirked after rereading that text for the fifth time tonight. Or was it the sixth?

You know that you shouldn’t really make a big deal out of it. This was part of the whole ruse. You wanted him to act like this. He was supposed to show your family how committed he was to you…how much he wanted you.

Every action, every word, was purposeful to make it all believable. It was all for show and so far, everyone in your family seemed to fall for it.

But the conversations, the kisses…his touches…the ones happening behind closed doors or without anybody else watching–they felt real to you. You wanted so badly to test that theory–preferably without clothes on.

And if he turned you down, at least you had a $1000 backup plan in your purse.

You slid off the barstool, dug out a dollar bill to tip your server and began the longest journey back to your room.

******

Jungkook

Jungkook starts to finally drift off after taking a long, scalding shower. He had a couple of drinks in total. After that, he spends the rest of the night spitting his shots into an empty beer bottle— making it look like he was using the beer as a chaser.

By the end of the night, he was as sober as a judge. It took him a while to fall asleep at first. He was uncharacteristically worried about YN. They texted back and forth during the day but she didn’t respond after his last message about depositing Taehyung back to his room.

His notification said that she had read it. He eases up after talking himself into thinking that at least she wasn’t driving and that they had dedicated shuttles to take them back to the hotel.

It didn’t take long before he was startled awake by a loud thud, followed by some snorting and giggling. He sits up and turns the bedside lamp on to see YN clumsily pulling herself up from the floor then tripping over her feet again.

“Are you okay?” He got out of the bed and walked towards her. He picks her up by her elbows to help steady her.

She was barefoot, carrying her heels in one hand and her purse in the other. Her hair was mussed up, her makeup slightly ran…and she had a sheen of sweat coating her skin.

“Hi,” she smiled languidly as brings her up close to his face, supporting her weight.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Glad you’re back in one piece.”

“Are you really?” she asked.

His brows furrowed but his answer came naturally. “Yes, I am.”

“You smell nice,” she randomly remarks.

Jungkook chuckles softly. “Thanks, I took a shower. Are you drunk?”

She laughed. “Just a little,” she says with a harsh whisper. Her face softened as she stared up at him. “You look pretty.”

He regarded her intently. “You do, too,” he replied.

She giggled in response and waved her pointer finger at him. “I know for a fact that that is not true!”

“You should see what I see then,” he says, keeping his gaze on her.

She blinked up slowly at him and cocked her head. “Are you real?”

He laughed at the question. “What do you mean?”

Her mouth twisted ruefully. “Exactly what I said,” she says. “Are you real?”

He paused to think about it. He wasn’t sure what context she was asking the question in. He lets out a shallow breath and answers, “I am.”

Her expression changes into something that resembles curiosity and wonder. He couldn’t help but feel unnerved by her stare. It was as if she was trying her best to get a read on him–if he was telling the truth or if he was lying.

“Do you need me to help you get into bed?” He was still holding her up but noticed that she had pulled herself up straight, her face a couple inches away from his.

“Something like that,” she says quietly. “Can you…can you kiss me?” She bit her lip as she awaited his answer.

Now it was his turn to regard her in curiosity. He knows that he shouldn’t. He’s had clients who have tried to escalate things after consuming alcohol. Over the years, he’s figured out ways to turn them down politely. He was never one to take advantage of someone unable to fully consent much less somebody who was substantially impaired.

She could be confused and emotional, he thought. The stag group turned out to be quite the event before the night ended so Lord knows what happened during the ladies’ pub crawl.

He swallowed hard, “I–”

“Please?” She looked so vulnerable like this. Unlike that day after returning from that awful brunch, she was soft and inviting. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how he managed to hold himself back earlier this afternoon when she kissed him. Him squeezing her ass was an uncharacteristic slip from him.

She was undoubtedly different from his other clients. She was so real to him, unafraid to show her insecurities and her fears. He was skeptical about taking her call at first. But by sheer coincidence–or perhaps it was serendipitous–that he was feeling run-down from his real life when she called. She was only meant to be ‘a change of pace.’

She touched his cheek, pushing errant strands of hair away from his eyes. He felt a flutter within his chest. He was used to being irresistible to women–and this really should have been an easy decision for him. This time, he was the one having trouble resisting. His instincts were failing him. He nuzzled into her touch with a soft, wistful moan.

It was true that she paid for a lie but everything else she’s shown him was honest. And after years of building his business on deception, could there be a chance for him to experience something genuine?

He lightly brushed the tip of his nose against hers.

“Jungkook…” He gasped at the sound of his name leaving her lips. It was like a melody that shot straight through his chest and tugged at his heartstrings.

Before he knew it, he sealed his mouth against hers. His chest pressed against her torso. She rubbed up against him, the friction sending his body temperature through the roof.

He took her mouth in further in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. Lifting her off the floor, he moved towards the bed. Somewhere between the doorway and the bed, her purse and shoes drop to the floor.

Their lips don’t part the entire way, and it’s a challenge when he tries to lower her to the mattress. Dropping her down, he pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it aside. YN’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, her gaze hungry.

His hands were everywhere, his body straining upward as she was spread underneath him. She cupped his face, licking fast into his mouth, as if trying to satisfy a craving…a craving for him. She moaned against his lips. He hummed against hers in return.

She pulls away suddenly and pushes up against his chest.

“Wait! I…w-what about…money…uh, you said, this is extra,” she stuttered.

He sighed. That hadn’t even crossed his mind but he was growing impatient and so he said the first thing that he could think of. “I’ll bill you later. Sound good?” He says with a slight hint of teasing. After a small nod from her, he lowered his head again to nip at her bottom lip. And their mouths were connected once more.

“I like your dress.” He reaches to tug at the silky black fabric, smiling when he hears her breath hitch. “But it looks a little restrictive, don’t you think?”

“Take it off then,” she demands, eyes filled with wanton need. Her hunger for him only intensifies his hunger for her.

“What do you say?”

“Please, Jungkook,” Her plea is more than a plea. It’s a fucking turn-on for him, like no other. Her dress is gone in a matter of nanoseconds. She lays there in her lingerie as his hot gaze takes her in.

He kissed and licked at her mouth again, savoring her before moving down to her throat— planting more kisses there. Her head lolls back, sighing as he sucked on the skin there.

He moves lower, peppering more kisses down to her sternum and abdomen, stopping short right above her panties.

He pulls away quickly, turning around to retrieve the condoms that he kept in his bag.

When he returns, he sees that she was still exactly positioned how he left her. Splayed on the bed for him, head turned to the side, her eyes closed.

He hovers over her and plants soft kisses on her jawline. “YN, are you with me?”

She didn’t respond or stir.

He straightened up more, trying not to panic. He runs his fingers through her hair. “YN? YN?” He lightly tapped her on her arm.

Just then, he hears her snoring softly. She had passed out on him.

He really should be mad at her for leaving him hanging but he lets out a soft chuckle instead. He watches her chest rise and fall for a bit, completely endeared.

With a sigh, he gets up off her, picking her up gingerly to reposition her on the bed. He pulls the sheets off from her side and sets her there, carefully ensuring that her head was on the pillow.

Realizing that she was still dressed in her underwear, he goes to grab one of his lounge shirts from his suitcase. He didn't want to go through her things and thought it would be easier to slip one of his oversized shirts on her instead.

She must have had a lot to drink as she didn't even give any hint of resistance.

He sets her back down on the bed and moves to the bathroom. He soaks a washcloth in warm water. He squeezes it out and returns to her bedside, gently wiping her makeup off.

Once he thinks that he’s taken all traces of it off her face, he puts the washcloth on the nightstand and pulls the covers over her to tuck her in.

After tossing the washcloth back into the bathroom sink, he goes to pick up his shirt off the floor along with a couple of things that she dropped at the doorway in the midst of their passionate kissing.

He puts her shoes off to the side and hangs her jacket on one of the lounge chairs in the room. As he walked around the room more, he found her purse under one of the chairs. He thinks that one of them must have kicked it there unknowingly.

He vaguely registered the loud thud that it made while he was too distracted by getting her into bed. It sounded like a brick when it hit the floor.

As he picked it up, he knew why. The top flap had popped open and money was spilling out of it. There must have been $800 in here, at the very least. He also noted that most of the bills were in denominations of 20s…meaning, she purposely stopped to make several withdrawals on her way back.

Shifting his gaze away from the cash, he looks back at her. As she slept peacefully, his heart sank.

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