#kelsy 💕

[kooppss]

Kels baby! Thank you so much 🥹

There’s going to be a lot of OC inner monologue. She’s an over-thinker—you’re going to love her and be so frustrated at the same time. Like, how can someone be so smart and yet so stupid??

Our girl got fucking Kim Taehyung in her bed! She knew it was the opportunity of a lifetime—and she went for it. I’m like a proud parent. Good job, queen!

I also always imagine his smiles 🥲

I can’t wait for you to see what happens next! And you still haven’t seen anything about 30-year-old Tae yet...

12 Years Ago

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If someone asked you what happened 12 years ago on a random summer night, you’d probably just say you got lucky with the hottest guy in high school—Kim Taehyung. But maybe the years blurred the memories—or maybe you just never had great judgment. Because this is actually what happened on that summer night, 12 years ago.

a/n: this chapter took me forever. I started writing it after I already had a pretty good chunk of the story done. Editing it was so HARD because it’s just so AWKWARD. But it’s also probably one of the sweetest chapters I’ve written, and I think it’s a really important one. For the story. For their story. Enjoy, my loves. Can’t wait to hear your thoughts💕

warnings: CRINGE!, kinda awkward first time sex, mentions of alcohol.

word count: 8.2k

Some July night 12 years ago

As usual, your friends convinced you to go to a party at someone’s house. You all met up at Michelle’s place to pre-game before heading out.

Honestly, the pre-game ended up being more fun than the party itself.

Drinks, music, gossip, getting ready together—that’s your kind of night. You never really understood trading that for a noisy, crowded, stinky party full of stupid boys and cheap alcohol.

And tonight was no different.

The party was okay. But you were ready to leave. 

It was a generic, uneventful party. 

At least Jake wasn’t there. You’re really on your last thread of patience with him. The guy just doesn’t seem to understand you’re uninterested. 

You did have some fun tonight. You even felt cute and flirted with some guys, had a couple of drinks. Just a few drinks to loosen your edges.

It’s not that you’re drunk or anything. 

You definitely can’t say the same about your friends.

It’s quieter on the front porch of whoever this house is. You hear the music and chatter from inside, but it is not as loud. 

The night air is somewhat refreshing. 

You lean against the railing, to your delight, alone. 

But before you even finish exhaling, the front door opens, and you see Taehyung looking around as if he’s looking for something. Your eyes meet, and you offer him a friendly smile. “Looking for someone?” 

“Nope,” Taehyung smiles back at you, closes the door behind him, and steps in your direction.

“What are you doing here?” he steps closer to stand by your side. 

“Umm, don’t tell Gabby, but I’m considering going home,” you tell hushly like it’s a secret. 

“Are you afraid of Gabby?” he smirks. He pretends to muse, “She’s very intimidating indeed.”

“Oh, shut up.” You hit his shoulder, “I’m not afraid. I told her I’m not ditching her tonight. I just don’t want to disappoint.” 

He chuckles and nudges your side, “I don’t think Gabby is the one who will be disappointed you’re going home.” 

You turn to look at him and need to tilt your head up from the proximity. You cock an eyebrow in question. Because you aren’t really sure what he means. 

“I think you left some broken hearts in there,” he answers teasingly. 

Is he talking about the guys you spoke with?

You scoff and laugh, “I don’t think any of them are looking for love, so I highly doubt any hearts were broken tonight.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised,” he grins at you. 

You don’t know what to say, so you just ignore this. “What are you doing here outside? The party is still going hard.”

“I had enough,” he answers simply. 

You fake gasp, “Kim Taehyung?! Had enough of partying?!” 

You think it’s more plausible that he left a trail of broken hearts. You assume that at least half of the girls would have jumped at the opportunity to leave with him.

You realize you barely saw him tonight, so maybe he already gave one of them a good time in one of the upstairs rooms. 

But you don’t say any of this aloud. 

He laughs and softly pushes your shoulder, “You’re annoying. Yes, sometimes I’ve had enough partying. So do you want to keep insulting me, or do you want me to walk you home?”

His suggestion takes you by surprise. 

You don’t want him to leave the party just to walk you home. You’re not even sure your house is in his way.

But you really want to go home. And you don’t want to wait for your friends, and you don’t want to walk by yourself at this hour.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” you question him. 

“Yeah, sure. Let me just tell Kook that I'm leaving,” he says, taking one step toward the door and looking in your direction. “Don’t you need to tell your friends?”

You know it’s the right thing to do, but they will never let you go if you come inside—and you really, really want to go. 

“I’ll text them.” 

Taehyung nods once and goes inside. 

[11:48 pm] You: going home

[11:48 pm] You: don’t look for me 😘

You’re about to put your phone back in your pocket when it vibrates.

[11:48 pm] Michelle 😻: grrllll nooooo, takr shts with us

[11:48 pm] Gabby ♥️: you’re going alone? It’s late

[11:49 pm] Gabby ♥️: is everything ok? I’ll walk with you

[11:49 pm] Nari 🌸: bby whyyyy

[11:49 pm] You: I’m all good, just tired

[11:49 pm] You: Tae said he’ll walk me home

[11:49 pm] You: don;t worry 😍 

[11:49 pm] Nari 🌸: hahahs havr funnnnnn

[11:50 pm] Jules🧚: wrap it bfr u tap it 🤓

[11:50 pm] Gabby ♥️: 😲😲😲😲 

[11:50 pm] Michelle 😻: u ggooo grll

You stare at your phone and shake your head. 

God, they’re so drunk. You need to put a reminder for later to check that they all got home. 

“Ready to go?” Tahyung asks from closely behind you. You’re startled, you didn’t even hear the door open behind you.

You turn your head towards him and nod, “Yes.” 

He gives you a cute little smile, and you're struck. 

He’s so close right now; suddenly, you’re very aware of how tall he is. His skin looks silky. His eyes are shiny and full of depth you never noticed. His lips are shaped perfectly, looking full, and firm, and soft at the same time. 

And he smells good. How does he not reek of alcohol like everyone else?

He looks beautiful in the low light of the balcony, dressed casually in a white T-shirt with cuffed sleeves tucked in light denim jeans. 

You were aware he was extremely attractive, but you never dwelt on his features. 

You can’t tear your eyes from his face. 

He licks his lips and smiles, like he caught you staring. That snaps you out of it. You look away and take a step forward as you say, “Let’s go.”

 

You walk silently, your eyes stuck to the ground. 

But Taehyung offers an easy conversation about you and his friends, the party, leaving for college, and future plans. 

It’s nice walking like that with him. You don’t think you had too much time alone with him. You usually see him in a group setting. 

He and his friends are kind of part of your larger friends group, so you see him quite often. But it’s always in a social setting. Never just the two of you. 

You also don’t think you ever were this close to him. 

And you hate to admit how much you like it. 

Like yeah, he always hugs you when you meet. And it’s always nice and warm and makes your heart beat a little faster. But he’s a friendly guy, and you’re not delusional. 

At least you try not to be. 

About 15 minutes later, you reach your house, and you point in its direction, “That’s it.”

Taehyung stops next to you. 

You turn to him, “Thanks.” He’s really close to you now. 

You need to tilt your head to see his face, and you’re not sure, but he looks a little… annoyed? Or disappointed? It’s dark, and you don’t know how to read him. 

He doesn’t say anything, just looking at you with his unreadable expression. 

You’re about to turn and go inside when everything simultaneously happens very fast and extremely slow. 

Taehyung's features soften, and he licks his lips. Instinctively, your eyes divert to them. Stupid instincts. 

The corners of his lips curve up to a small smile while he starts to lean down, closing the distance between you two. 

The next thing you know, his warm, beautiful, perfect, soft lips are on yours. 

Your brain is lagging, and you don’t react. Just stand there frozen, eyes open, as his lips are pressed against yours. 

You try to yell at your mouth, ‘MOVE! Kiss him back!’ 

But to your fortune, Taehyung isn’t discouraged by your statue-like state. Instead of running away, he gently moves his lips against yours. 

And somehow, it feels a thousand times better, and you melt into the kiss. 

When you start moving your lips in sync with his, you feel him smiling. It’s like someone lit a firecracker in your stomach. And when he moves one hand to the small of your back and pulls you a little closer, it’s like a whole damn fire. 

You’re not sure where this comes from, and you don't know why, but you want more. 

Well, don’t be stupid. 

You know why, this is fucking Kim Taehyung. 

Like, WTF is going on?!

You rest your hands on his shoulders, and it seems to spur him further. 

With his other hand, he gently holds the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. His lips part a little wider, and he snicks his tongue to lick the seam of your lips. And you'd be stupid to deny him access. When your tongues meet, you can’t help but sigh into his mouth. 

And Taehyung replaces his gentle, tentative hold of you with a confident one. Pulling you flush against him.

You reciprocate his motions; you want to have him closer. You move your hands from his shoulders to his neck. His soft hair strands tickle your fingers as you also pull him. 

Yet, despite how your bodies are now pressed to each other, he kisses you softly, gently. It’s a sweet kiss, and you feel like you can stay like that forever. 

And maybe you do. Because only after a small eternity do you softly part your lips. 

There is a hair's breadth between his face and yours. Your breaths are heavy, and you two look intently at each other. He looks like something has snapped inside him, as if he has just figured out something he is trying to solve. His eyes are shiny, and his lips are pink. He looks like a dream.

And then it hits you. 

Were you just making out with Kim Taehyung?! 

And he started the kiss? What the fuck is going on?

You feel yourself looking at him with wide eyes, lips parted. 

You’re about to ask him what the actual fuck is going on when he crushes his lips on you again. With such urgency, as if he couldn’t wait a second longer.

He crushes his lips on you with such force that your teeth hit his lips. 

The kiss is more intense, almost consuming. And you think you’ll burst into flames. 

You need more. 

And Taehyung gives it to you. He gently bites your lower lip and holds it between his teeth. When he sucks it, you let out a breathy moan. 

You can hear his breath choke in his throat, and his hold on you gets tighter. 

His fingers curl into your hair, and his hand on your back clutches your shirt. 

His tongue explores every corner of your mouth, and you feel dizzy. Intoxicated by everything that he is. 

When you grow more confident, or you just lose all inhibition, you suck his tongue. 

Taehyung grunts, and you feel him grind involuntarily into your hips. He’s hard. He’s hard because of you. It makes you let out a little gasp. 

And you’re very aware of the stickiness increasing in your panties. 

You need more.

You press your pelvis against his, and you make fucking Kim Taehyung moan. 

You. Made him. Moan. 

The kiss grows even sloppier, more desperate. It’s all teeth, tongues, and spit everywhere. Your hands get needy, exploring every inch of his broad back.  

You need more. 

You’re pressed tightly into each other; mouths stay connected, never parting.

You need more. 

You stand there, kissing. You don’t know how long. 

It’s the middle of the night, and the middle of the street.

And you need more. 

You need way more.

And then the best idea ever comes to your mind. 

Or the worst. 

You don’t know, don’t care. 

You lean back and part your lips from his for the first time in what feels like forever. 

Taehyung leans forward, chasing your lips, like he doesn’t want you to pull away. 

You look up at him and wait for him to open his eyes. 

It’s now or never. 

“Do you want to come inside?” 

Now it’s his turn to look at you with wide eyes. He looks surprised, like he didn’t expect that. Which is.. cute. 

You’re still holding each other close, and you think you can feel his heart racing — even faster than before.

Or is that yours?

Hard to tell. Hard to focus.

He blinks — once, twice — like he’s trying to process, then swallows hard. “Are you sure?” he asks, voice low, hesitant.

You nod. You’re sure.

You know exactly what this invitation means — and clearly, so does he. You want this. You need this.

“Did you drink?” he asks carefully.

Cute.

You shake your head. “I had, like, one drink hours ago. I’m not drunk — wasn’t at any point tonight.”

Your confidence flickers, shifting into worry. “Wait… do I smell like alcohol?”

Taehyung shakes his head quickly, almost too quickly. “No! You smell amazing.”

Oh god. You’re pretty sure you’re blushing like a tomato with how hot your face feels.

Without a word, you pull away from him and head toward the house.

Taehyung follows silently. You step inside, close the door behind him, and lock it.

The house is dark. Still. No one else is here tonight.

Your parents are off on a summer vacation with friends, and your little sister’s spending the night at a friend’s house.

You flick on the kitchen light, grab two glasses, and fill them with water — one for you, one for Taehyung.

Now you’re both standing by the kitchen island, sipping in silence.

It’s… awkward.

Not in a bad way, just unfamiliar. You’ve never been in a situation like this before, and you have no idea what to say or do. You tense and you don’t know how not to be weird about it. 

But every time your eyes meet, he gives you a sweet smile, making you relax a little. 

As long as you don’t let your eyes wander down.

Because, yeah… there’s definitely a bulge in his jeans.

Yeah, you have no idea what you’re doing. 

Taehyung finishes his water and steps a little closer, his arm brushing gently against yours.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentle, paired with that same sweet smile.

You’re nervous — obviously nervous — and he can probably see it all over your face.

Still, you nod. “Yep.” 

You take another sip before putting the empty glass on the counter. “No one’s home, but let’s go to my room.”

Smooth.Real smooth.

Taehyung just smiles and nods. 

In your room, you both sit side by side on the bed.

You turned on the night lamp to set the mood– or something like that– so the room is dim. 

There’s just enough light to see Taehyung looking at you.

You don’t think anyone has ever looked at you like that before.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone’s eyes shine quite like his.

Slowly, he places one hand on your bare thigh.

At a respectful place. 

He leans down, closing the distance between you, and places his other hand on the bed just behind your back, kind of caging your body with his.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, like you hadn’t just been grinding against each other on the street a few minutes ago. 

Your hands feel clammy, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you don’t know where to put them.

You decide to circle his waist and rest your hands on his back.

Even though you think it’s an innocent place to hold, it seems to do something to him.

He lets out a soft sigh and deepens the kiss.

The kiss becomes very intense very fast, and you grip him so tightly you feel like you’re pulling him toward you.

Of course, you’re not really moving him at all. Instead, he hooks his hand around your hip and pulls you in until your side is pressed flush against his.

The hand on your thigh — which you’d been trying to ignore for the sake of your sanity until now — starts to gently rub your skin.

Soon, his hand begins to glide slowly up your leg.

To Taehyung’s credit, he moves really slowly, giving you plenty of chances to stop him.

But when the tips of his fingers reach the edge of your skirt, you snap back instinctively.

He immediately pulls his hand away, and you find yourself missing its warmth on your thigh.

He looks at you, alarmed. “I-I’m sorry, I thought you wa—”

You shake your head, cutting him off. “No! No, you haven’t done anything wrong. I want it. It’s just…”

Your voice trails off.

You don’t want to say this to the hot guy sitting right next to you. You don’t want to scare him away. But you know you have to. It’s the right thing to do.

You inhale deeply, gathering your courage.

Taehyung watches you, still worried, like he’s done something wrong.

You look down, unable to meet his eyes as you confess.

“I-I’m…”

You clear your throat, suddenly very aware of how dry it feels.

“I haven’t… done anything like this before.”

You can’t believe you just confessed you’re a virgin to fucking Kim Taehyung.

God. Sometimes, you’re such a loser.

It’s not like you’ve never done anything or fooled around a bit. You’ve made out with a few guys, had some over-the-shirt and over-the-pants action. But nothing more than that.

Your friends tease you about it, of course.

And it’s not like you didn’t want to go further — it’s just that you never felt like you were in the right situation for it.

You don’t know if it’s because all men are idiots or if you just get too nervous and back out.

You look back at the hot guy who somehow ended up in your bedroom.

He looks like a fish out of water.

Completely shocked. His eyes are comically wide, mouth forming an ‘O’ shape, opening and closing as if trying to find the right words.

He’s trying to wrap his mind around what you just said—like you being a virgin is the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.

You pull your hands into your lap, fingers fidgeting nervously. You stare down at them, too embarrassed to meet his eyes again.

“I—I—” he finally mumbles something incoherent, trailing off for a beat before trying again.

“What about Jake? I—”

You snap your head up, frowning deeply. And he stops whatever he was about to say. 

What about Jake?!

WTF does he have to do with any of this?

You made out with Jake once at a party after they won a game.

Biggest mistake ever.

He was a sloppy kisser — in the worst way.

And after you had to push his hand away for the third time as it sneaked under your shirt, you got up and left.

You should’ve walked away the first time.

Since then, he’s shown up at parties or randomly texts you, asking if you want to “recreate the magic.”

Ugh. As if.

So why the hell is Taehyung bringing him up now?

The confusion and the irritation on your face seem to shake Taehyung out of his initial shock.

He reaches out and gently takes your hands in his.

You look back at him, and he’s apologetic, eyes scanning your face with a shy smile.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just kissing is fine with me. It’s more than fine,” he says softly, squeezing your hands gently.

He’s so cute.

So, so cute.

You shake your head, meeting his gaze. “I want this.”

He inhales sharply, but his face is still worried. “You sure? I’m really okay with this. I don’t expect anythi—”

You don’t let him finish.

Your hand moves to his shoulder, and you pull him down to lie beside you.

This time, you reach up to kiss him first.

Because you want to.

You want this.

You want this with him.

You’re not sure what led to this moment. But for the first time, it feels right. Almost like something meant to be.

It’s probably just the lust clouding your mind, because there’s no way in hell you were meant to lose your virginity to fucking Kim Taehyung.

But here you are. You’re not going to fuck up this opportunity. 

You kiss lazily, in this awkward position where your top half is lying on the bed while the bottom half is dangling off the bed. 

Now that it’s clear where you’re heading, you try to be a little braver. Your hand slides from his shoulder to his jaw, your thumb settling on his warm cheek. You feel him smile again into the kiss, and you think it’s the cutest thing ever. You don’t think you ever felt someone smiling while kissing you. 

And you love it. You love it so much that it makes you smile as well. 

Taehyung’s hand moves to your bare shoulder.

He doesn’t leave it there for long — he glides it gently up and down your arm before it finds your waist.

Your tank top has ridden up just slightly, and his thumb settles on the sliver of exposed skin he finds there.

There’s a good chance you’ll die tonight. 

Because this tiny touch, this little bit of stimulation, is enough to make you feel like you’re burning up inside. 

Your panties feel beyond sticky, and you’re pretty sure your wetness has started to smear on your thighs. And you press your body into Taehyung’s closer. 

Taehyung grinds as he holds your waist and pulls you, helping himself to get some friction. 

Soon, he decides it’s not enough. He pulls back and gently guides you to lie properly on the bed, then climbs over you. His hands plant on either side of your head, and knees on either side of your hips as he hovers above you.

His eyes lock with yours, his pupils are blown out, and his eyes are dark and intense.

In contrast, he reached a gentle hand to caress your cheek. He leans in, stopping just an inch from your lips, eyes still fixed on your face.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice low. Then he closes the distance, kissing you in a quick, intense smooch.

He trails his lips in soft, lingering pecks along your jaw, then down your neck.

His hand leaves your face and glides to your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his dark hair.

Tilting your head, you give him more access, and when he nips at that sensitive spot just behind your ear, a moan escapes you.

The sound makes him groan in return, and he lowers his hips to meet yours, grinding gently once.

He speaks against your neck, voice low and breathy.

“Tell me to stop whenever you want.”

With his warm breath ghosting over your skin and that tone in your ear, you’re pretty sure you’ll never want him to stop.

He wastes no time, returning to kiss, suck, and lick at your neck. Your fingers curl deeper into his hair, holding him close.

You don’t answer with words, just a soft hum, lost in the feeling.

But soon, your mouth feels lonely.

You want to taste his skin, too.

You guide his head up slightly, and the moment he’s above you, you lean up to kiss his jaw.

You follow his trail downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

When you suck a little harder at the crook where his neck meets his shoulder, he grunts and grinds into you again, this time with more force.

While your lips are still on his skin, you move one of your legs from between his, shifting to give him better access.

And Taehyung quickly catches up. His pelvis finds your core, and he starts to move his hips against yours tentatively. You let out a gasp against his neck, and he quickly finds your mouth with his. 

Taehyung slips his hand from your waist to your outer thigh, leaving it there, holding gently.  

He catches your lip with his teeth as his hips continue to grind. You let out a broken moan, and he starts to move his hand up your thigh. 

This is where you usually freak out. 

But you don’t. 

You want him to move his hand; you want him to touch you. 

You realize why you have never done this. 

This is how it feels when it’s right. 

When you want it. Really want it. 

When he reaches the hem of your skirt, he pauses — then pulls back just enough to look at you.

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, lips swollen and glossy, hair a beautiful mess.

You probably look the same kind of wreck.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough but careful, as his hand begins to move slowly up your thigh and just beneath your skirt.

You nod.

But he doesn’t go further.

Instead, he gives you a look paired with a gentle squeeze to your thigh. It’s like he’s asking, ‘Are you really sure?’

God. Cute. So fucking cute.

You nod again, a little firmer this time. “Yes.”

Your voice is breathless, tinged with nerves. But also eager.

You want this.

You want him to touch you. 

He lowers his head and kisses you again, slow and unhurried, while his hand slips further beneath your skirt. At first, he stays on the outside, exploring the sensitive skin of your upper thigh, caressing and squeezing.

It’s not so scary. 

Then, gradually, he moves closer to your center.

Your breath catches.

You feel kind of embarrassed by the wetness there. 

When his fingers finally make contact, pressing gently over your sticky panties, a soft, high-pitched whine escapes you.

Embarrassing. 

Taehyung’s head collapses to the crock of your neck, and he hiss, “Fuck.” 

Oh. 

So he likes it...?

His hand slips back to your thigh as he gently nudges your legs further apart, settling between them.

He shifts to lean on one forearm, eyes locked on yours.

“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” he says softly.

You nod, a little breathless.

He slides his hand back over your panties, never breaking eye contact, and then slowly begins to move his thumb in gentle, deliberate circles over your most sensitive spot.

You’d feel embarrassed or self-conscious. 

But you can’t, something about him makes you feel at ease. 

And it feels so good right now. 

It’s like an electric current moves through your entire body with every slight movement of his thumb. 

He adds just a little more pressure, and this time, the moan escapes before you can stop it. You bite your lip, back arching instinctively into his hand.

Taehyung looks like he’s pleased with the way you respond —he smiles as he leans down, lips returning to the crook of your neck. He peppers soft kisses along your skin, all while his thumb keeps working you through your panties, slow and steady.

You’re getting wetter by the second, warmth pooling low in your belly.

Then his mouth moves to your ear, and his voice comes out in a whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. “Can I move them?”

You nod, unable to find your voice, but somehow manage to mumble, “Yeah.”

His fingers dip under the waistband from the side, slow and careful. He drags one finger from the bottom of your center all the way up, wetting his fingers, before moving his hand in circles.

At this point, you lose connection to reality. 

All you can feel is the pleasant pressure between your legs and Taehyung’s hot and heavy breath ghosting over your neck. 

You want to feel more of him. 

Your hands slip under his shirt, palms dragging slowly up the his back. You start to pull his shirt over his back. With a soft exhale into your neck, Taehyung pulls back and peels off his shirt in one swift motion.

It’s a vision you weren’t even remotely prepared for. 

A topless Taehyung. In your bed. Kneeling between your legs. 

Taehyung moves like he’s about to return to his spot between your legs, but he pauses, eyes drifting up to meet yours.

His hand gently tugs at the hem of your tank top.

“Can I?” he asks softly.

You sit up just enough to help him pull it over your head.

When you lie back down, his eyes roam over you, never stopping at one point. 

His hands come to rest on your sides, fingers gliding over your skin — and that’s when you notice it.

They’re trembling.

Is he nervous? 

Could he be? 

It seems impossible. This is Kim Taehyung.

There’s no way this is new for him. You heard the gossip. The praising gossip. 

But before you can dwell on it, he leans down and kisses you again, deeper this time. You respond instantly, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

He lowers himself down to your neck, your collarbone, and he starts to kiss gently the swell of your breast above the bra. 

He moves one hand to grab the bottom of your breast, tilting his head up, eyes meeting you with a question. You nod once, and he moves to squeeze your breast while kissing every inch of skin he finds.

His hand trails from your chest down the slope of your stomach, fingers grazing lightly until he reaches the waistband of your skirt. Before he even asks — because you know he’s about to — you lift your hips and shimmy it down yourself.

The skirt hits the floor with a soft thud, and Taehyung shifts to kneel back on the bed. Now, in nothing but your bra and panties, you’re more exposed than you’ve ever been in front of anyone. And suddenly, you feel very aware of it.

It’s not that you think you don’t look good — you do. But you never were one of the gorgeous girls. The girls you know Taehyung was with. And it makes you feel a little less of yourself. 

Taehyung doesn’t seem to noticeyour spirilaing. His eyes are fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize everything.

He puts his hands on your hips and slides them up and down to your waist while still looking at you. 

And you notice it again. 

That shake in his hands. 

Eventually, his eyes lift to meet yours, and he gives you the sweetest smile. If you weren’t seconds away from doing very adult things, you’d say he looked like a pleased kid unwrapping a long-awaited gift.

He leans in and pecks your lips, feather-light. “Beautiful,” he whispers against them.

Then he kisses you again — deeper this time, with a new urgency.

No one has ever kissed you the way Kim Taehyung does.

He sends one of his hands back between your legs, sliding one finger under your panties and pressing it to your entrance. You let out a choked gasp into the kiss. 

He isn’t pushing in yet. He whispers against your lips, “Tell me if it’s too much.” 

He returns to kiss you while pushing his finger slowly.

He stops pushing after the first few centimetres, and he moves his lips to spread kisses all over your face. 

He murmurs against your cheek, “Feels good?”

For some reason, it makes you giggle. Trying to converse with him while his finger is in you. 

He chuckles at your response, “I’ll take that as a yes.” As he moves to kiss your neck.

You think that it does feel good. 

You’re not really sure. It’s different. You can describe it. 

It feels full? 

It’s not like it’s feeling bad. 

Or that you want him to stop. 

God, no.

It just feels weird to feel something moving inside of you? 

Before you can figure out what you think, he pushes inside a little more. 

You’re breath gets stuck in your throat. 

He halts his movement for a few moments before moving the finger gently in and out of you. 

Slowly but surely, you start to get used to the feeling. 

And you start to feel good. 

Real good. 

When Taehyung pushes in a little deeper, you let out a broken sound between a moan and a whine. 

And it affects him. 

He grunts into the crook of your neck and bites down on your shoulder. 

From then on, he steadily increases the pace of his thrusts, going a bit deeper each time. 

It seems that Taehyung enjoys it as much as you do. 

If you can tell by the grinding on your thigh. 

You can clearly feel the hard bulge rubbing against your leg. 

And like an epiphany, it lands on you. 

You want to touch him as well. 

To make him feel good, like he’s making you. 

You try to call him “Tae.” Your voice sounds weak and strained; you don’t recognize your voice. 

Taehyung stops his hand, still inside of you, and he lifts his head from your neck.

He looks wrecked, lips pink, swollen, and slightly parted, hair a total mess, eyes dark and soft, scanning your face, trying to figure out what you want. 

You trail your hands down his exposed abdomen, and you feel him shiver.

“I want to touch you.” 

Taehyung inhales, eyes slightly widening, locked on yours. 

“You don’t have to. I’m okay like that. I’m really, really okay.” 

You trail your hands lower, to the zipper of his jeans, “I want to touch you. If you want.” 

He nods forcefully, and you reach to open his jeans with wobbly hands.

He can probably sense your nerves as he straightens up to help you pull his jeans down his thigh, just enough so you can see the outline of his length in his white boxers. 

You also straight up, sitting on your heels in front of him. 

You tentatively send your hand to touch him over his boxers. You watch your hand as you gently wrap the outline of the bulge over the fabric. 

Before you even start to move it, Taehyung grunts, and you look back up to his face, and you see that he’s looking at you. 

His hand goes behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss is hard and intense. It feels like he’s trying to tell you something through it. 

But your head is spinning, and you feel tingly all over. 

You couldn’t recognize your own name right now. 

You start to touch him, light, tentative strokes at first, uncertain in your movement.

Nevertheless, Taehyung moans into your mouth. Clearly, enjoying whatever you are doing. And it gives you courage. 

You wrap your fingers more intently, giving more pressure as you move your hand. 

You reach out your hands to the band of his boxers. “Should I?”

Taehyung has a look you’ve never seen before — a raw, unguarded look that makes you think this must be what people mean when they say someone looks ‘fucked up’. 

You wonder if you look the same.

He leans his head into the crook of your neck and murmurs against your skin, “Please.”

You take a breath, and you push down his underwear just enough to free him. 

You sneak a look down, trying not to stare. 

Oh, shit. 

It's intimidating. 

You wrap your fingers around him. 

It's softer to the touch than you thought—and firmer. 

You try to move your hand up and down, not sure if what you're doing is good. 

By Taehyung's reaction, you must be doing something right. 

Because he quickly becomes a mess under your touch. 

He reaches his hands to hold your waist for a second before they travel up your side and to your breast. He gently cups them through your bra, not moving his hands yet, maybe waiting to see if you want him to stop. 

But you don’t. 

His hands are so big that they wrap you entirely, and you whimper from the warmth it spread through you. 

You feel his length twitch in your hand, and you halt your movement for a second. 

Not sure if you’ve done something wrong. 

Taehyung talks into your neck as he moves his hands to your back. 

"Can I take this off?” he says with a raspy voice as he touches the strap of your bra. 

You make some weird noise, something between a hum and a whine. He unclasps it, and you release him for a moment to help him move the bra away.

His hands return immediately to cup your– now bare– breasts. 

He gently rubs his thumb over your nipple, and you feel yourself shudder. 

Your forehead falls to his shoulder, and you return your hand to wrap around the base of him. 

You start to stroke him with more confidence, wanting to make him feel good. 

He lets out a moan, and you want more. 

You pick up the pace, trying to get more out of him. 

Taehyung continues to hold and squeeze your boobs, and his face is in your hair.

After a couple of minutes of stroking and both of you moaning and groaning, Taehyung moves his hands to hold your upper arms. 

“Y/n, f-fu-fuck. I can’t hold much longer.” 

You lift your head and look up at his face, open your palm, letting go of him. 

His face is flushed and a little shiny from sweat. 

You bite your lips, holding back a smile. 

You know what he meant, and you’re fucking proud of yourself.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask shily. 

Because you obviously don’t have any. 

He nods, he looks a little breathless. And you think maybe he looks a little embarrassed? Or self-conscious? Apologetic maybe? 

He stands up from the bed and gets his wallet from his back pocket, taking out a condom before pushing down his jeans and boxers. 

He rolls the condom on himself while still standing. 

He comes back to you and guides you to lie on your back. 

He hovers above you, like in the beginning, giving your lips a sweet peck before looking at you, pushing a hair strand behind your ear. 

“Are you sure? We can stop at any moment.” 

God. He’s so sweet. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Taehyung nods, and he moves to pull off your panties. 

He grabs his length to align it with your entrance. 

He’s about to start to push in, but he stops and leans to kiss you again. 

“Tell me if it hurts.” 

You nod, and he starts to push in.

You gasp. 

It does not exactly hurt, but you definitely feel the stretch. It feels more like a burning sensation. 

He stops after a bit and looks at you, “Okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sound entirely breathless. 

Taehyung leans down to kiss you softly as he slowly continues to push in. 

Oh. 

Now it hurts. 

You hiss, and he stops moving immediately, looking at you. 

“Do you want me to pull out?” 

You shake your head, “No, I just need a moment.” 

He rubs your cheek with his thumb and smiles at you sweetly, “Tell me when you’re ready.” 

You take a big breath, “You can continue.”

He nods, but instead of pushing in, he pulls out almost all the way, and only then does he push slowly back in. Stopping at the same depth he was before. 

He repeats this slow back-and-forth, eyes on your face, and you start to relax. 

The pain is dwindling down, and the burn and stretch are starting to feel good. And full. 

Taehyung's breath becomes heavier, and you let out a shaky breath. 

On his next stroke, he tries to push a tiny bit deeper. 

You gasp loudly. 

Before he can ask, you nod, confirming you’re okay. 

He continues like that, thrusting before getting deeper a little by little. 

It feels so deep, you’re unsure how he can go even further. 

He stops after a while, kissing your cheek, “You okay?”

“Are you all the way in?”

It’s not exactly an answer, but you can’t formulate coherent thoughts right now. 

He chuckles a little and looks down to where your bodies connect. Like he’s assessing the situation. 

“Almost. We don’t have to. I can stay like that.” 

You shake your head, “No, no. You can continue. I’m good.” 

He nods, and with one slow movement, he pushes in. 

You can feel his hips against yours. You’re pretty sure he's all the way in. 

And if he’s not, there’s no way it can go any deeper. 

Taehyung lets out a shaky grunt and leans down to crush his lips on yours. 

“You feel so good,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“You too,” you whisper with a quivering voice. 

He starts to pull slowly out before moving back in. 

It still burns, and there’s still some pain. 

But it also starts to feel nice. 

Like a pressure you never felt before. A nice full sensation. 

It’s like a scratch to an itch you didn’t know you had. 

You wrap your hand over his shoulders and touch his back while he moves in and out of you in a gentle, soft rhythm. 

The sound of your heavy breaths fills the room, along with the squelching sounds from your body. 

You’ll feel embarrassed about it later. 

Right now, you can’t think about anything else but him. 

Taehyung's breaths become heavier by the second, and some whimpers he’s trying to contain escape his lips. 

His movements grow sloppier, though still gentle. 

With a louder grunt, he stills himself, deep inside you. 

He then lets out a shuddering breath and he crushes down on you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

Okay, so he came. 

Oh.

You thought you could feel it more. 

Maybe it’s because you’re still not used to the feeling of something inside of you. 

You stay like that for a little while. 

It’s nice; you like it. 

He’s warm, and you feel good under his weight, with your hands gently patting his back. His skin feels good against yours, it’s comforting. 

After his breath is steady, he whispers into your neck, “Sorry I came so fast.” 

He sounds a little flustered. 

Cute. 

“Don’t be. I liked it. Thank you for taking my virginity. I guess.” 

Oh God. 

Fucking shut up. 

‘Thank you for taking my virginity? ’ Are you serious right now?!

You’d face-palm yourself if you could right now. Why do you have to be so awkward? 

Tahyung chuckles on your skin. It tickles, and it makes you giggle.

“No, No. Thank you. It was amazing. You’re amazing,” and he seals it with a peck to your neck. 

You feel yourself blushing, and you hope Taehyung can’t see as he leans back and pulls himself out of you. 

He turns to sit on the bed with his back to you, and you can see that he removes the condom with a small hiss. 

As you leave the room, he stays with his back to you, giving you some privacy. “I’m gonna clean myself quickly.” You say while grabbing your pajama shorts and top, heading to the bathroom. 

You make sure to pee, remembering from your friends that it’s a must, and clean yourself with tissues. 

You look at your reflection in the mirror over the sink. Your hair is a little messy, and your cheeks are flushed. 

But you wouldn’t say you look bad. 

You have some glow to you. 

Is this the ‘afterglow’? 

What just happened dawns on you, and you can’t help but smile like an idiot.

You’re actually kind of proud of yourself — you went for it, didn’t overthink everything, and just… let it happen.

And it was fun. Taehyung is hot. And sweet.

All in all, it was a pretty good first time.

You give yourself a little mental pat on the back.

Back in your room, Taehyung is fully dressed again, sitting at the edge of your bed and looking down at his phone. When he notices you're back, he looks up and offers a small, slightly worried smile. "Are you good?" he asks.

You nod. "Yep. You?"

He chuckles, a little nervous. "Yeah, of course."

He rubs the back of his neck and glances at you with a shy smile. "Want to cuddle a little?"

"Sure." You try to sound casual, even though your heart’s doing backflips.

Cuddling in bed with a guy isn’t really your thing. Then again, neither is having sex with one.

But after what you’ve just done—and how much of you Taehyung has seen—it feels a little ridiculous to get shy now.

He smiles and leans back against your pillow, stretching out and opening one arm in silent invitation.

You circle the bed and lie beside him, carefully placing your head on his shoulder.

It’s a little awkward at first. Your body feels stiff, like it doesn’t quite know how to mold into someone else’s. You're not fully relaxed. 

But Taehyung doesn’t seem to notice. He wraps both arms around you, holding you close. His thumb moves gently over your shirt as you both lie there in comfortable silence for a while.

“This is nice,” he says softly, his voice warm and content. He sounds genuinely happy.

You hum in response, unsure what to say. What do you even talk about with someone right after sex?

A beat passes, and you feel him tense slightly before he asks, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, totally okay. I’m just… a little tired,” you reply, leaving out the and awkward part.

Taehyung seems to relax at your words, pulling you a little closer. “You can fall asleep like this. I don’t mind.”

And honestly? It is nice. His body is warm and solid, his heartbeat and slow breathing almost hypnotic. You could fall asleep like this, if you let yourself.

But you can’t.

“My sister’s coming back in the morning,” you say, and immediately regret how that sounds. Like you’re trying to kick him out.

“Ah, yeah. I also need to head home. My mom gets worried if I’m not back by morning,” he says, but the note in his voice doesn’t match his words. He sounds reluctant—maybe even a little sad.

You pull yourself up, propping on one elbow so you can see his face. His brows are slightly furrowed, and you hate the idea that you might’ve upset him.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you say quickly. “You can stay.” You hesitate just a beat before adding, “If you want to.”

Taehyung’s face shifts almost instantly, followed by that soft, crooked smile that makes your stomach flutter.

“I’d love that,” he says, like he really means it.

You smile, a little shy, and settle back down, tucking yourself against him, your head resting once more on his chest. His arms circle around you again, holding you even closer this time, like your invitation meant more than just staying a little longer.

It’s still dark when you wake up; something is moving by your side. You’re startled out of sleep before what happened comes back to you.

Taehyung is trying to get out of your bed quietly, careful not to wake you. Well, too late for that.

You blink a few times, still a little foggy when you ask, “What time is it?” Your voice is gruff from sleep.

Taehyung snaps his head back toward you, a little caught, a little guilty. “03:30. I tried not to wake you up. We… fell asleep.”

You nod slowly, starting to piece together the situation. Your body still feels warm from the night, your mind not fully awake but aware enough.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” you mumble as you grab a sweatshirt from the chair and pad over to him.

The two of you walk downstairs in silence until you stop by the door.

Taehyung reaches his hand toward you, and you see it twitch in the air, hesitant about where to land. He eventually rests it on your upper arm. “I really had fun tonight,” he says softly, eyes on you. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze that you don’t quite understand—and you’re too tired to try.

You give him a weak, sleepy smile. “Me too. Thank you.” He chuckles lightly. “Thank you too.”

Your face warms. 

This is embarrassing.

A few moments of silence pass before Taehyung sighs. He leans in slowly, pausing halfway like he’s assessing his next move, before closing the distance with a gentle peck to your lips.

“Good night, Y/N,” he whispers as he steps out.

You close the door behind him and say quietly,

“Good night, Taehyung.”

a/n: So… do you think our OC remembers that night clearly? And what do you think Taehyung remembers? Next chapter takes us back to the present — but don’t expect too many answers just yet.

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[clancycatears]

16 & 26 please💕

hi kelsi!!! just discovered we were mutuals the other day..... ehehe *giggles and twiddles thumbs* anyways..........

cw: personal talk (ex relationship)

16. when is my birthday? born december 3rd, '04 baby. 11:42 am. :P sagittarius for those who are into astrology n' all, but yes!

26. do i believe in second chances? at first, i did, and then, i didn't. and now, i do again, lol. when i first got with my ex, he withheld very, very important information from me because he knew it'd jeopardize our relationship. i gave him a second chance, yes, because he said he'd change. and he did! from that problem, at least.

eventually stuff died out, though he kept the change up, but he ended up fizzling more times than once in different senses. one second chance became two, and then three, and then too many to count.

in between that, i dropped my friend group (that warned me about him. should've listened) in favor of bringing my attention to him. was like that for a year and a half, and then three months after i stopped talking to him, i went to my friends for forgiveness.

while they had every single fucking right to reject me and tell me to fuck off, they forgave me. been about two years talking to them again, and i've never been better. i have them to thank, really, because wow, i was blind through rose-tinted glasses. feel like a far better person than i was in that relationship because of them, lmao.

the ask game (for those interested)

[astoldbychae]

OC's...but make it A.I.

@percosim, ask and you shall receive. 😁

Some of the OC's have been pulled outta the vault (my external hard drive) because their save has been a WIP since lawd knows how long. But they're in this new save I had to create (because I tried splitting saves up by story and both somehow got corrupted/glitched out) 🙃. Anywho...

Let's get into it.

Messiah "Dino" Villareal 🥵 (GIIIRRRLLLLL they even put him in his natural habitat...you KNOW he never has a shirt on!)

Deijah Allender & Jaron O'Neal (her long-term boyfriend) They've been together for 7 years but have known each other for 10 (I feel like these pictures would be from when they first met/started seeing each other)

Carmelo "Melo" Hollingsworth , Marguerite Webber (His Ex-Wife/High school sweetheart/Children's mother), and Monet Giordano (Pregnant girlfriend)

📌 [I figured you might wanna see your boo thang all dressed up @thegloomiestwhim ]

Kimora "Angel" White & Allen "Ace" Miller (I gotta bring him back out the vault, along with his son and ex-girlfriend/son's mother ViVi (the fashion stylist) since their save got corrupted)

Ramone "Moe" Solitto, Aura Matthews (his girlfriend), and Kelsi Galvin (his high school sweetheart/ex-girlfriend)

Below are just some random ones I did just to see what they'd look like:

Top: Nico Rodriguez, Ashlee Brand

Bottom: Malaysia Walker, Capri Stephens

Brain Dump // Ideas Incoming: Seeing all them together in one place (basically grouped together by story) just gave me so much inspiration! I know for a fact that I won't be able to have an ongoing years long story series but what my brain can do is tell each story like a mini-series with a designated number of episodes/chapters (some may be one-off's, kinda like how fan fic writers do their stories). A few will be told in machinima form while the others will be written.

They all exist in the same world because ultimately each story is connected in some way.

Thanks for the much appreciated story inspo Perco! 💕

[doeeyeseddie]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @rewritetheending (thank you!!) so here’s more of the hsm fic that has its claws in me:

He’s at the finger food buffet trying to decide what to get when Chad steps up to him.

“You missed Jason asking Kelsi if you guys were dating,” he says conversationally, as if they’ve been talking this whole time.

Ryan laughs, startled. “What? I always thought everyone knew I was as gay as the day is long.”

Chad laughs too. (It’s a nice laugh.) “Apparently not everyone.” He grabs a jalapeño popper and tilts his head to look at Ryan. “So, New York?”

“You knew I went to Juilliard there, I just never left,” Ryan says. “But how’d you end up there? I can’t believe we’ve been in the same city this whole time. Or— since when have you been there?”

“Ten years or so?” Chad shrugs. “It feels really stupid now but I never even thought to try and find you.”

i tag @like-the-rest-of-la @littlespoonevan @nymika-arts @shitouttabuck and @try-set-me-on-fire if you have something to share 💕

[hawnks]

are kelsi and dr pragma established characters or are they your oc’s ? you write beautifully btw

KAKSKKDKDKDK thank u!!! 🥺💕🧁

I WISH they were from an established series. but alas. they are from my brain. 😔

[artsybtch]

Hey yal I’m Kelsy! I’m a psychic, tarot/oracle reader and a light worker 💕 if you’re interested in a psychic session, I do video session, phone call sessions and chat sessions at $1 a minute! Book on my site below🔮🎉 if you wanna see some of my prerecorded readings, check out my YouTube channel: https://youtube.com/@kelsy513?si=rhyL4_dpdLZZxNqa

[eowynstwin]

happy birthday to you, Madi💕🎉

Hi Kelsi! Thank you :)

[devcica]

here to drop this off ❤️

Kelsi, you just made my day much better. Thank you, love you 💕.

[venicebichxoxo]

sofia, lexi, erica, simone, jamiyah, sai, nova-grace, jocelyn, rylie, kaylen, & kelsi ✨

my girls 💕💕

i love girls

🝮 made by me 🝮

[1d1195]

okay ngl with the pics you posted it does give young teacher vibes BUT there's nothing wrong with that at all! I SWEAR one of my high school math teachers wore that EXACT outfit on the bottom right and im getting flashbacks lol But one again its not a bad thing, if it makes you feel good and you feel comfortable in it, THATS ALL THAT MATTERS! plus they look cute!

Also Im so sorry that people in high school made you feel like you were below them just because you didn't have certain clothing items :( It truly IRKS me when people do that! I despise it! Not everyone can afford trendy clothes or keep up with trends! Plus even if people can afford them that doesn't mean they have to wear them! the clothes and items that one may have to do make the person "better"! Ugh i hate that you were made to feel this way :( even if it may not affect you rn that is still so shitty to go through! But Im glad college was where you discovered many things!

Now my style currently does not exist lol Currently in my era of trying to tap into my feminine side again(another long story for another time lol) along with trying to love it for the way it is! But my usual everyday go to is either a baggy t-shirt/sweatshirt/hoodie with leggings or shorts bc its hot where i live! My campus is huge so it just makes it easy to walk in. Plus i love that leggings now have pockets like i LOVE when women's clothing have real pockets! Anyways when I "dress up" i love wearing dresses and skirts! I love florals and I kinda love eccentric patterns too! Thrifting is something i enjoy too and i often find hidden gems! But I also do love going towards an alternative aesthetic too! Im emo at heart so i cant let that go lol plus i love a good platform shoe lol Idk if you've seen the show The Nanny but my style sort of mimics hers minus the animal print lol Side note that show is where I found the first British actor I had as a child lol

oh you're not prying! I will definitely be adding that to my application lol It's fun to be a bit petty and mean once in awhile!

The concert was for Kelsy Karter and The Heroines! I really enjoyed it! It was a small venue so I love how intimate it feels and she performed so many of my fave songs! Im sorry your weekend was exhausting :( Hopefully spring break will give you the break you deserve! AND THE ECLIPSE WAS MADE FOR THE SPACE GIRLIES! Im glad you got to enjoy it!

No you are like funny! I love when you include it in your stories!

My day today was not good bc my period came early and I was so sad about that lol But im okay rn lol BUT hope you had a wonderful day!-💜

No it's okay. It's super embarrassing sometimes tbh hahahaha my style is very boring. Yeah being a poor girl was tough but it's alright. I have a shopping addiction now to make up for it.

Your style sounds so cool! A bit of everything! I love that!!! You really get it all and that's cool. It's nice your rediscovering your feminine side! I def had a tom-boy phase myself. I told my sister I was going to wear sneakers to my wedding (before it was trendy) and she made so much fun of me and threatened me. But now you can't get me out of wedges 😂 I LOVE pockets!!!! I've actually never seen the Nanny outside of pictures.

I love that for you! So nice you had a good time. Sorry about your period. That's no fun :(

I'm alright! Very much looking forward to my break. I'm kind of not feeling so hot rn at this moment either and i'm very excited to go to bed. I'm nursing a ginger ale rn lol I feel like I wasn't very responsive the way I wanted to be but I'm feeling drained and as much as I wanted to write more I think I just need to go to sleep.

thank you for your message as always 💕

xoxo

[roosterr]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

teehee TY KELSI!!! 💕💕💕💕

[jaegerisim]

Thanks for the tag @runninguplenorahills !!! 🌸💕

last song: Attention by Charlie Puth!

favorite color: pink 🩷 (obvious cuz my blog is themed in a violent shade of pink lmao)

currently watching: That 70s Show! Obsessed with it frr. Jackie and Kelsi are OTP and Fez is ajdghrbrbrb and Eric and Donna are cute too. We don't talk Abt the other guy cuz y'all know why 😬

last movie: Code Red. It's was so gay istfg. I totally spent the whole movie shipping the 2 main guys with each other and the 2 hot and badass main girls with each other only to be disappointed by The Straights™️ (it was a son level of disappointment and queerbaiting 😭😭😭😭)

currently reading: in a reading slump tbh but re reading She Drives Me Crazy

sweet/savory/spicy: Spicy 4everrr ahshdhjr I love spice 🥵🥵 jokes aside, I love spicy food

relationship status: freshly broken up 😀👍 and um, trying a sort of bi4bi4bi with my 2 bffs lol

current obsession: everything lol I'm not OCD for nothing. Not but fr byler and my love problems. Also the math exam I have in less than an hour (🙏 rezad, mi gente, rezad)

last google: nancy wheeler s4 4k hd (wonder what it's for? 🤔)

currently working on: not panicking or dying over my upcoming maths exam and a few gifs!

@musicalchaos07 @emily-mooon @artistaquinterob and anyone else who feels like joining

yeee thanks for tagging me in this get to know me stuff @midomon ✨

last song: Sunny side of London by Joker Out

fave color: yellow but also every color of autumn including green as well

currently watching: Hannibal rewatch babeyyy!!!!!

last movie: The Super Mario movie

currently reading: I'm reading nothing actually but my goal is to read at least SOMething this year

sweet/savory/spicy: my taste buds are probably fucked but i'll say spicy anyway!!

relationship status: married like can you imagine lmao

current obsession: just TRY to guess (it's still käärijä and joker out, is this never end......)

last google: my dentist's contact info -,-

currently working on: socks and school stuff ✌️

tagging @murhamarsu @pileofcoffeecups @demi-raven

[stan-the-cinnamon-roll-uris]

oooh gimme 19 and 36 on your wrapped pls 💖

Thank you for the ask 💕

19: Liquor store on mars - Kelsy Karter & The Heroines

36: Substance - Demi Lovato

[kismetconstellations]

I’m not sure if you’re still into that particular pairing. But. Tryan for the heart emoji asks? Please?

I do not ship Tryan, anymore. But, I will give it a go, just for you, Anon.

❤: Who is more affectionate in public? In private?

They're both about equal levels of affectionate in public. Ryan is a bit more daring and handsy, and Troy can be somewhat shy, but they're both tactile people who appreciate the value of touch, and tend to end up holding hands, or with one of them resting his chin on the other's shoulder, wherever they are.

In private, it's definitely Ryan. He knows that his boyfriend is pretty much the most attractive person to ever exist, and he's not at all afraid to express it, especially when it makes Troy blush so hard, his ears go bright red.

♡: Who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

Troy. Bouquets of roses for Ryan after every show, taking him outside of the city limits to stargaze, surprising him with his favorite California-style grilled chicken salad for lunch during a break in rehearsals, spontaneous dates to scenic vistas, effortlessly voicing the sweetest romantic sentiments that make Ryan's smallest contributions feel seen, heard, and valued... Troy is the walking epitome of classically romantic, and Ryan's Old Hollywood and Classic Musical-loving heart can't get enough.

❥: Who is more likely to plan something big for Valentine's Day?

Troy.

ღ: Who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

Ryan. He likes to make sure that everyone is aware that Troy is his, and they can look but they can't touch.

💕: Who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

Troy. Though, he has gotten to be just a bit less bold about it, in the years since Gabriella.

💘: Who developed a crush on the other first?

Ryan. He saw how all of the girls at East High swooned over Troy, heard all of the gushing comments, and even though he was determined not to be that gay theater kid cliché, Troy called Chad off when Chad was making fun of one of Ryan's hats, during sophomore year, and apologized to him by name- "I'm really sorry about that, Ryan", and Ryan fell head over heels.

💝: Who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

Troy. It's hard to get a gift for someone who already seems to have everything that money can buy. (Well, aside from a normal childhood. But appointments with a therapist to discuss how Vance and Derby's near single-minded focus on appeasing Sharpay resulted in Ryan feeling forever overshadowed and inferior aren't exactly the most romantic present.) Not to mention that there's a bit of anxiety, early on, that one misstep will send Ryan fleeing for the hills, just like Gabriella.

Ryan, on the other hand, has an easy enough time assisting Troy in getting new parts to help his vintage Ford pickup run smoothly, buying him clothes that suit his style instead of trying to change it, and listening intently to find out if there's anything Troy may need that he's been doing without.

💓: Who initiates most physical contact?

Ryan.

💌: Who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

Troy's not much of a texter and prefers to have verbal conversations over the phone, so it's Ryan. He likes to send strings of emojis, flirtatious (and occasionally corny) lines, and quotes from plays and his favorite poems.

Troy saves all of them until his phone runs out of space.

💟: Who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

Ryan. He knows that astrology is a pseudo-science and predetermines absolutely nothing, but he always checks his- and Troy's, and Sharpay's, and Kelsi's- daily horoscope, and various people's Zodiac compatibilities-- for the fun of it.

💙: Who is more protective?

Troy, when defending Ryan from homophobia and other forms of prejudice, cruelty, and bigotry.

Ryan, when defending Troy from himself.

💚: Who tends to get sick more often? Who is better at taking care of the other?

Ryan has the weaker immune system, and tends to power through rehearsals until he's on the verge of collapsing. Troy's bouts of sickness are usually brought on by stress as a result of chronic anxiety.

Troy is better at taking care of Ryan, if only because Troy's mother actually looked after him when he was sick, so he picked up the basic knowledge of rest, chicken soup, crackers, tea, Sprite/7-up, and blankets and cold cloths applied to the forehead from her.

Despite having no such prior childhood experience to learn from, Ryan tries his best to look after Troy. Even though he does panic and call for emergency services, one time very early on in their relationship, when Troy is unable to keep any food down and his heart rate is way, way too fast. After that incident, and a few sessions of joint therapy, Ryan learns how to handle Troy's anxiety, and talk him through a vicious attack, so they never reach that point of severity again.

💜: Who said "i love you" first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

Troy says it first, backpedals immediately, fearing that it's too much too soon, even though it's been nearly five months, and surely that's enough time, more than enough time to-- and nearly has a full-blown anxiety attack. Once Ryan is able to calm him down, Ryan gently combs Troy's hair out of his face, looks him in the eyes, and tells him, "Of course I love you, too."

💛: Who believes in soulmates?

The belief was dampened, a bit, by his prior experiences with Gabriella and the scars she left behind, but Troy still very much believes that people come into each other's lives for a reason, and everyone has a person out there who is just right for them.

Ryan's too cynical to buy wholesale into such a concept, but he does get a little bit misty-eyed when Troy confesses late at night, underneath a sea of stars, that he thinks he and Ryan were meant to be, they just needed time and the right circumstances to bring them together.

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Thank you very kindly for asking. I hope that these answers prove satisfactory. ❤

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Lavender Lilly:

- Best friend to Kelsi Berry.

- Lives in Oasis Springs with her husband of 3 years.

- Enjoys blogging and traveling.

- She is a content creator and loves coming up with new and fun ideas for her content.

- Hopes her best friend settles down soon and gets the relationship she deserves.

- Wants to have two kids max.

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