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kth1 · 5 years

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Dream [KTH]

Dream [Taehyung x Reader] ⟶ Credits: @kimtaehyunq ⟶ Genre: Soft Smut | 21+ | Boyfriend AU | First-person Oneshot ⟶ Warnings: use of vulgar language, adult content, foreplay, creampie, fingering, soft, strong/mature theme, unprotected sex, bed sex, etc ⟶ WC: 3.3k+ ⟶ Summary: Your subconscious was messing with you a little too much, leaving you restless, nervous, and weary. Taehyung is here to reassure you though. ⟶ Teaser: My mouth parted once he put strong pressure against my spot, holding it there while intensely focusing on rolling my bud around his fingers. My toes curled up the same time my back arched, gasping “D-Don’t stop!” ⟶ Author’s note: One morning I woke up really early and got pretty upset by a dream of mine, causing me to not be able to fall back asleep. Since I couldn’t sleep, I decided that in the hours of the wee morning; I jotted down some drabbles/wips and somehow… I made a really soft oneshot. Ta-da! These stories are just pure imagination, nothing to do with actual life of whom it may concern. Hope you like it! 😊

I was tossing and turning in bed all night, not being able to comfortably fall asleep. My boyfriend, Taehyung, knocked out relatively fast after watching a movie with me. I just couldn’t get tired, I was restless. I was going back and forth with shutting my eyes closed for what seemed to be hours, only to find out it’s been a few minutes. Checking my phone out of boredom multiple times and placing it back on the bedside table.

It had to of been after 3 AM when I finally had some shut eye. But it didn’t last long.

I woke up overheated, panicked. My dream woke me up and gave my body full adrenaline, heart racing and everything. A dream that upset me and I was glad I woke up before I encountered anymore saddening thoughts.

Lazily, I threw some of the covers off my legs to expose my skin to the cool air outside of the comforter. Sweat accumulated behind my neck causing my hair to damp up and making me toss to the side with a huff. What was causing my sleeplessness? I checked my phone once more and noticed the time, 5:30 AM on the dot.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Why?” I said in a low whisper.

It was mid-November and it was way too early for a sunrise at this hour. I stared blankly at the curtains hanging in front of the window, trying to peer through the sheer fabric of it and watch the tree’s leaves move with the wind. I can hear the light drizzling of rain hitting the clear glass.

A weight shifted on the bed, indicating that Taehyung was moving around in his sleep. I turned my head to face my handsome boyfriend who was clutching to a pillow and laying on his stomach, face turned towards me with his lips parted. His eyes closed shut; I listened to his light breathing.

He looked so peaceful and calm. His facial features were relaxed and looked soft to the touch. I smiled to myself, thinking that I was so lucky to have someone like him in my life. So happy I can see him in this state.

My hand slowly made its way to gently cup his cheek. Taking my thumb and caressing his soft tanned skin as I continued to gaze at his features. My touch caused him to grumble in his sleep, wincing a little bit and moving his mouth around to re-comfort himself. My lips curved into a smirk, because he looked so cute. So soft.

It was when I pulled my hand away from his face where I unexpectedly heard, “Why’d you stop?” In a deep raspy tone.

Eyebrows raised in surprise and feeling a little guilty, “I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said.

His eyes remained closed as he communicated back to me. Exhaling deeply as he was slowly waking up out of his sleep. “You ok?” He reached out slothful-like to find my arm and rub up it in a comforting way.

I hummed, assuring him I was content. “I just couldn’t really sleep,” I mumbled.

Heavy-eyed Tae swiftly move the pillow that was under him away and latched onto me, moving my body facing away and spooning me from the back. He dug his face into the back of my head and softly placed a few sluggish kisses.

Tae’s body radiated with heat, causing me to shift the covers down a bit more. He smelt so nice though. His groggy behavior was super adorable, and he was definitely making me feel more at ease with his arms around me.

“Did you have a bad dream, Jagi?”

How did he know? I closed my eyes after nodding my head yes, trying to stop any type of tears from forming. I didn’t particularly want to talk about my dream at this very moment because it still seemed so fresh. I sighed heavily and pulled Tae’s hand up to my face to give a peck to the back of his mitt.

“Tell me about it.” His breath hit the back of my neck as his chest vibrated along with his baritone voice. He nuzzled his nose into my shoulder, I could feel the air exit his nostrils on my skin.

I felt my body get heavy all of a sudden, a weight I wasn’t aware of but now it made its visit and I had to deal with it before I bottle it up. “I-I lost you,” I hesitantly spoke, nearly choking back on my tongue as the words left my mouth.

A few moments of silence enveloped the room, allowing the trickling of the raindrops against that damn window becoming boomingly loud. I could feel my own heartbeat quicken at the anticipation and stillness.

“What do you mean?”

“You left me.” My stomach churned as a reviled the plot of my nightmare. My grip tightened around Tae’s palm, not wanting to let him go.

Peppered kisses contacted my shoulder briskly as Tae let out a displeased grunt. “No. No.” He spoke in between. “Don’t dream about things like that. I’m here, I don’t want to leave.”

That’s what got me. That last sentence got me to break. My emotions got the best of me and trails of tears escaped my ducts and flowed down my face. It would have been fine because I had my back towards Tae and he couldn’t see my face, but it’s my sniffling that blew my cover.

I knew Tae was on full alert now, probably with eyes wide open and trying to calm down his sobbing girlfriend. I just buried my face into the pillow and reassured him I was ok, before he could even ask again.

“I’m sorry. I swear I’m okay, Tae.”

“Don’t apologize. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re allowed to feel the way you’re feeling.” His soothing voice caused my heart to ache even more. This man was so kind, so nurturing, empathetic and it made me vulnerable against him. He knew exactly how to handle me, how to make me feel good about myself. I really couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

“I just really, really, really love you, Tae.”

“I love you too, Jagi. You make me so happy; you have no idea.”

Taehyung squeezed me against his chest, smushing us together in the act of being cute and trying to lighten up the mood. I heard of soft chuckle behind my back, causing me to smile at him.

“Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispered into my ear.

“Tae—”

His actions interrupted my sentence when he leaned up and kissed in the crook of my neck. His contact was abrupt but soft. Scattering his lips along the column of my neck. His hand that I had clutched released from my grasp and made its way down my side and onto my hip, stroking the area slowly.

I inhaled sharply when Tae found my sweet spot under my ear. He began sucking on the skin and grazing his teeth, making me heat up more under his touches.

My hand instinctively made its way in his hair as I lightly pet him, slightly tugging at some strands that got intertwined between my fingers. He was making me feel in bliss. My negative mind was being transported over the moon with his arousing behavior.

The hand that laid on my hip slowly dipped into the elastic of my shorts, slithering through my undies and making contact with my folds. I could feel my face blush the second he started humming into my ear and nipping at my lobe.

My slickness was present, there was no denying that. I felt completely comfortable with Tae, I was willing to be as defenseless as possible with the man I fell in love with. His finger pushed into my slit, collecting my self-lubricated sap and slipping his finger up and down my wetness.

I jutted my butt back into him out of pure reaction due to the flick over my sensitive bud he did with the pad of his finger. My breathing hitched, while Tae’s was still steady and in control. When my ass pushed back into his hips, I could feel the slight erection he had going on under his briefs. He used his positioning to his advantage and put pressure back against me, while he toyed around with my clit.

Tae’s fingers expertly fiddled around my core, making my eyes flutter shut and my head rest back against him as he inserted a digit into my center. My teeth took in my bottom lip. Slowly fingering up into me, he added another finger. My hand reached down to his wrist and gripped onto it, not trying to stop the sensual pleasure, but to help guide him in the way I wanted to feel it. “Tae—” I breathlessly spoke out to him.

In a low husky voice Tae responds to me, “Yes, Jagi? Do you like this?”

My face flushed quickly, making me feel embarrassed that I was so engulfed by this sensation. But I didn’t feel shy at letting him know, “Yes.”

He removed his fingers from me, allowing me to take a breath that I didn’t realize I needed. Tae’s hands made their way to the band of my shorts and started tugging them down pass my knees along with my panties. He slightly pushed my lower back, giving me the hint to arch my tailbone towards him. He shuffled around, lowering his briefs to set free his member.

His dick made contact between my thighs, making me grin with excitement. He teasingly trailed his hard-on up and down my legs, tapping at my folds and then removing it just to repeat the process. Eagerly I tried pushing myself back onto him when he contacted me at my core again, causing the head dip in my slit and instantly getting polished with my juices.

Tae smirked as he leaned back to my neck with his dick positioned at my entrance. With his hand he drew circles with his stick, guiding it up, down, and all around.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n.” He slowly entered me from behind.

Inch by inch Tae took his time easing into my walls. Allowing me to feel everything and adjust to him at a comfortable pace. Pulling back just to shove a bit more forward, until he finally sank his girthy dick all the way inside me. His lips made contact with my neck once again as I let out small moans.

Like music to his ears, my moans encouraged Tae to continue his work. He pumped into me at a slow pace, filling me up and pulling away. Making my body ache for him just to fill me up again. Small grunts escaped his throat, notifying me that this also feels good for him.

His fingers found my exposed bud again, this time without fabric constricting him. The double sensation shot a surge of pleasure up my body and my face glowed red. He was taking his time, loving me slowly and fully, showing me what it feels like to be together.

The tip of his member constantly skimmed against my g-shot, my pressure point. Not only his fingers were flicking around my swollen bean, but his dick was squishing up into my wall causing me to feel a strong coil build up deep within me.

My mouth parted once he put strong pressure against my spot, holding it there while intensely focusing on rolling my bud around his fingers. My toes curled up the same time my back arched, gasping “D-Don’t stop!”

The power was so much that a wave of electrifying sensations rippled through my lower abdomen and my body started twitching around Tae’s sunken cock. He kept a firm hold on me, making sure my hips didn’t pull away from him as I rode my orgasm.

Tae continued sliding his dick deep inside of me, pushing as deep as possible and holding me there. “I love you,” he repeated.

Coming down from my quick high, I tried twisting my body to meet his face. Locking our lips together straight away. “I want to look at you,” I stated sheepishly.

I felt his gaze on me, an endearing look. I looked back into his dark eyes that had a tint of seriousness to them, “You can always look at me,” he said smiling. I was completely captivated by him.

Tae pulled out without hurry, pulling my body to lay on my back and pushed my legs aside so he can fit back in place. Now I was able to see my boyfriend, watch him just like how I was when he was asleep. This time I get to see his features, his mannerisms, everything. Tae reached at the hem of my shirt and gently pulled it up and over my head, uncovering my bare torso to him. He leaned down to meet my face with a smile, giving me a warm kiss.

Both of my hands had made it into his hair, keeping him there to deepen the kiss. I moved my legs alongside his body, giving him friction against our skins. When we disconnected, we both stared back into another’s eyes, getting lost into our own world. We were both sleepy, tired, but still very much in love.

“God, I love you so much.” I blurted out.

He chuckled lightly, biting on his bottom lip. Placing one more peck on my mouth, and proceeded to my cheek, my jawline, down my neck, to my clavicles. His hands massaged at my breasts when his lips continued making light purple marks across my surface.

When he finally reached down to my boobs, his mouth hovered my right puffy nipple. Poking it with his wet tongue, forcing the area to harden. My hands ran up and down his arms, tracing his biceps and deltoids as I hummed in response.

I lifted my legs up and over his waist, wanting him closer to me. Leaning back down, he slid his dick back in, with my wetness giving him an easier time to enter. My hands gripped his arms for more support, while he thrusted deep into my cunt. Using his lower back, he bucked his hips up into me, forcing me back into another haze of what felt like heaven. He didn’t go slow this time, but he also wasn’t going fast. It was an immersed speed that made the both of us satisfied, enough to show how much he cares to make love to me.

Our moans together were a symphony. Trying to make this session last as long as possible, but also trying to make another feel as pleased as possible. We were determined for both.

“Ah Jagi, I’m close!” Tae panted. I can see a bead of sweat drip down the side of his forehead. I was in shock with how well he was holding himself back. How calm he was. But his orgasm was creeping up on him, and it looked like he really wanted to show me everything he’s got.

“Babe,” I whispered. I pulled him close by the back of his neck, linking my arms behind him and secured our lips together in a very passionate, sloppy kiss. I tightened my legs around him, limiting his space from pulling out all the way.

I believe Tae realized what I was doing, he caught on pretty quick to most things anyways. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, trying to last as long as possible. But I knew he was caving in to the feeling of his dick being hugged by my warm, damp walls.

“Show me how much.” I whispered into his ear, letting out a whimper once he fastened his pace into quick sporadic strokes. Forcing himself deep inside me before releasing his warm load, letting out an exhausting throat grunt. Holding me close to him.

We both were panting, catching air as quick as it left our bodies. Tae laid on top of me, dick still submerged into my cunt. I could feel his member twitching ever so slightly, probably rocking down from his climax.

We held another during this time, until Tae was ready to roll off. He leaned up with a grin and glossy eyes. About to detach from me, I quickly gripped onto him and rolled the both of us over, so I was straddling his crotch as his member was practically glued in me.

“Y/n…” his croaky voice sent a heart welching feeling to me.

I kissed at the tears that broke free from the brims of his eyes. Wiping them clean from his now rosy cheeks. “Please don’t cry!” I said worriedly. Making him lightly laugh.

“It’s ok, Y/n.” He smiled with his eyes as his teeth beamed at me. “They’re happy tears.”

Even though these were tears of joy, it still hurt my heart. Not in a negative way, in a warming sensitive way. It ached; my heart was swelling up for Taehyung. And I would not have it any other way.

All my passion amped up in the spur of the moment and I leaned down kissing all over Tae’s face, leaving no section un-kissed. His hands made their way to my waist with his thumbs rubbing circles into my skin. He made an attempt to lift me up off of his sensitive member, but I refused. Instead I forced myself locked down on him, rolling my hips in circles. Using his shaft for my personal pleasure and his pelvis as an optimal place to stimulate my clit.

Tae’s head cocked to the side as his face skewed with hypersensitivity running through his strong figure, parting his lips and knitting his brows together. Both of our breathes picked up fast, our chests heaving as I helped get us to our next high, together.

We were more vocal now as we chased our climaxes, “Ah-ah Jagi! Fuc-,“ Tae moaned out loud. He groaned out in awe, watching me rocking around on top of him, riding him. The puddle of mixed liquids pooled between us, seaming through the connection we had and drenching everything in its path.

I rapidly grabbed Tae’s hands in mine, lacing our fingers together as my body got shot with a rapture of pleasure, tightening my walls around Tae’s swollen dick. He choked back on his moan; the feeling so intense to him causing an orgasm to pop up out of nowhere. We both let out a high-pitched moan as we hit our peaks; him shooting more seeds up into me as I leaked all over his thighs.

This orgasm felt like I was swept from my feet, goosebumps all over my body, my body on an all-time high and trembling on him. Causing me to lose balance on top of Tae. He was quick to catch hold on me and lay me on my side by him.

We laid there, in our mess. A messy pile full of love. We embraced another, caressing whatever body part that was available to us.

“I hope you don’t have any more dreams or worries about losing me,” he placed a sweet and tender kiss to my forehead. “I love you too much to leave.”

I wrapped my arms tighter around Tae’s torso, cuddling up close into his chest. Shaking my head, “I won’t. I want to stay like this.”

“We need to clean ourselves and the bed up though.” Tae admitted, giggling.

“Another 5 minutes then?”

He smirked, reaching over to my phone on the bedside table and checking the time. “Ah, it’s 6:13 AM.”

I looked up at him, feeling a bit guilty on how early it was. Knowing we will probably have a very lazy day ahead of us. But I smiled when he spoke up.

“I’ll set a timer. 5 minutes. Then we’ll shower, grab some food and hot cocoa, throw these sheets in the washer, and watch the sun rise through this rainy weather. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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All Of Our Lifetimes — Four: Spicy Ramen

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 3.5k

Summary — Does love ever truly end, or does it simply take another form in a new life? The cycle is like clockwork: your lives end and you’re reborn again. You’ve lived it over and over. Each cycle, one of you loses your memories and is tragically unaware until the other finds and awakens their lover. After all these eons, all these lifetimes, is it possible to find each other again—even when neither of you awakens with your memories?

Part — 4 / 15

Warnings — language

A/N — Taglist has been added to the bottom of the post. It’s open for anyone who wants to be added! Comment, message, or ask and I’ll get you on there :)

Previous — Next

That night, you dream a different dream.

It's not full of death or murder, of the art museum or the crimson fountain, of fear and loss. This dream is full of new love and wishes, of magic and freedom, of Paris and the Chateau. It ends with a kiss instead of blood. It leaves you feeling rested instead of exhausted.

And it's the first time it's happened in this lifetime.

You wake, not in a cold sweat but in a hazy daze, with a tingling sensation on your lips. And despite the justifications you try to use to make sense of it all, that feeling remains there the whole morning.

It's enough to distract you for hours. From brushing your teeth to crossing the street to grabbing coffee, you're frazzled and dreamy all at once.

"Say you'll come. Say you'll run away with me."

His words echo over and over in your mind. The boy in last night's dream, though younger than you've seen him, is the exact same one as you usually see. And he's Kim Taehyung. You might've been doubting yourself before, but this time you're sure of it.

"I'll go anywhere with you."

Your resolve strengthens as you enter Big Hit HQ, scanning your employee badge to gain access to the elevator. You did make the right choice to move to Seoul, to get this job, to risk it all for answers. Half of you had started to believe you were going insane...but after that dream?

You haven't lost your mind. In fact, you're closer to having a full grasp on the truth than you've ever been.

The morning passes quickly, and eventually, you're able to muster enough focus to get some of your to-dos handled early on. The office is almost completely bare on Sunday. You weren't surprised; most of your coworkers were probably at home relaxing, enjoying their last day off before the Monday madness. But you knew this coming week was going to pick up due to Map of the Soul: 7. If you could go down the list and get ahead of the curve, you knew that future-[Y/n] would thank you by Wednesday.

What you don't expect is to have Director Hyeon pop her head into your office just as you settle back into your chair with a cup of instant noodles.

"Knock knock!" she announces cheerily, eying your lunch. "Sorry, didn't realize you'd taken lunch. I can come back—"

You shake your head and put your chopsticks down. "—No, please! What can I help you with, Director?"

"You're part of the Big Hit family now, call me Misun," she insists with a smile. "I was actually hoping I might find you here. I have a few people I want you to meet, and the baren weekend office is absolutely perfect. Can you spare a few minutes?"

"Um, sure!"

You push away from your desk and follow the petite woman to the common area down the hall. It's a space with cafeteria tables, lounge chairs, and a full kitchen for staff to use on their breaks. Usually, it's packed full of people for the two hour period around which most people take their lunch. However, due to the weekend, it seems that only a handful of people are using it.

But today's handful isn't your usual coworkers. You recognize most of them, but not from work. Well, not exactly.

Your legs freeze and your eyes go wide, realizing that the entire band has decided to make themselves at home in the lounge and prep for a mid-day meal. Jin and Jungkook are puttering on the other side of the counter, searching the cabinets for pots and pans. Jimin and Taehyung are unloading a few bags worth of groceries onto the island. Namjoon is talking with two older men, whom you assume are their mangers. Hoseok and Yoongi are sitting on the bar stools at the island, laughing abut something on Hoseok's phone.

The entire group is oblivious to your entrance, but Misun waves down one of the older men and pulls him from his conversation with Namjoon. She gestures to you as he approaches.

"Sejin, this is [Y/n] [Y/l/n]," she introduces. "She's our new production assistant. [Y/n], this is Kim Sejin. He's the band's primary manager."

Sejin flashes a smile and casually bows as a greeting. "Nice to meet you, [Y/n]."

You mirror his polite gesture. "Likewise, Manager Sejin."

"I was hoping that Sejin might be able to introduce you to the boys," Misun explains. "That way you can get to know them before we start filming next week."

"I saw that on the schedule," you add. "That's for 'Run,' right?"

Misun nods. "I know it's only your second week, but it would be good for you to get a feel of the production side. No better place to do that then in the chaos that is 'Run BTS!'"

"I agree," Sejin says. "Especially since we all have to fly out on the 18th to go back to the U.S. for the Grammys and their various public appearances. Fallon, Corden, it's going to be a busy few weeks. And I just found out that a couple of the assistants we usually take are unavailable. I was hoping, if you think you're ready, you might be willing to come to America with us?"

He ends it as a question, clearly giving you the option to say no. Realizing this is the best chance to get the answers you're searching for, you smile confidently and give an assured nod.

"You can count on me. Besides, I speak both languages fluently. I could be more than just a production assistant."

"Then it's settled!" Misun claps her hands, catching the attention of some of the boys, who give various looks of intrigue. "Sejin, get everyone acquainted. Even if it's just for a half-hour if your schedule allows nothing else. I have a committee meeting to get to, so I'll leave you with that."

As Misun exits the room, Sejin nods his head towards the rest of the group, a polite smile on his face. "C'mon. I'll introduce you."

You swallow visibly, your gaze shifting from the manager to the boys in the background. Particularly to the one already looking intently your way. Curly dark hair and deep brown eyes, you'd know this particular face anywhere.

"Everyone," Sejin calls, getting the attention of the others, particularly to Jungkook and Jin who are bickering over how to properly cook ramen, "I have someone I want you to meet." He gestures to you. "This is [Y/n] [Y/l/n]. She was hired last week as a production assistant. She's going to be on-scene for tomorrow's Run filming, and she's going to come with us to the States."

He turns back to you and gestures to each of the boys in turn. "[Y/n], these are Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, and Kim Taehyung. And the wonderful man behind them is Song Hobeom, another of the band's managers. You'll be working with him a lot as well."

Each of the boys waves politely, and some say hello aloud. They seem a bit shy and reserved, which isn't something you expected from them—if you expected anything at all.

You return the gesture, flashing a small smile and saying, "Nice to meet you all," in your best natural, Seoul dialect. God, you wanted to make a good first impression.

"Are you American?" Seokjin asks abruptly.

Jimin turns to the eldest member with wide eyes, muttering something along the lines of, "Don't be so rude." Yoongi merely rolls his eyes at his hyung, and Hoseok gives an apologetic look in your direction.

"No, it's okay," you reply, knowing that you probably were going to get this question at some point, despite your efforts. "I am. I only moved to Seoul a little over a week ago, but don't let my looks fool you. I've been speaking Korean for years."

"She's fluent in both languages," Sejin nods. "I see her being a huge help, especially to you, Namjoon."

Namjoon is the first to walk over and greet you with a wide grin, showing off his dimples in the process. He extends his hand in an American-style greeting, obviously happy to meet you half-way.

"Welcome to Seoul," he states in perfect English, his accent slightly lilted in a region you can't quite specify. "I hope we haven't put you off too badly already, but if you can forgive our—" he nods over his shoulder towards Seokjin, "—brashness, then I have to say: you and your bilingual skills are more than welcome here."

His comment makes you chuckle as you retract your hand. Seeing that everything is going well, the managers take their leave to their respective offices, telling them they need to work out a few more details for the shoot tomorrow.

Already feeling more at ease, you change your language to his as to reciprocate the same respect. "I'm sure you get pretty damn tired translating all the time."

The lilac-haired man groans and slouches his shoulders. "You have no idea!" Turning towards the group, he waves you over. "Misun mentioned something about interrupting your lunch break as she left. Jin and Jungkook make the best ramen. As an apology, join us for lunch?"

"Hope she can take the heat," Seokjin chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows. "I've found that most Americans aren't used to Korean-level spices."

You cross your arms and flash a confident look. "Is that a challenge?"

"It is if you want it to be."

Jungkook groans, "Hyung, be nice!"

At that, Seokjin merely rolls his eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes," Yoongi chimes in with a smirk. "Maybe you'll find a brain up there."

Before the eldest can muster a sarcastic response to the next-oldest member's comment, you shake your head. "No, no, I got this. My best friend at home is Korean-American, so I basically grew up with Korean food through her. I'm used to it."

Both Jimin and Hoseok give cheers of approval, the latter pulling out a stool for you to sit on between him and Taehyung. You gladly take the chair but are off-put by Taehyung's continued silence and apprehensive aura. He continues to throw glances your way, the odd expression never quite leaving his face, though he attempts to mask it.

"She's got more balls than you when it comes to spicy food, Seokjin," Hoseok laughs.

Looking offended, Seokjin places his hands on his hips in a sassy manner. "Oh, really? I'll bet you 100,000 won that I can outdo the new girl. You and me, Jagiya: a competition of who can eat the spiciest ramen. You in?"

The other boys turn and stare expectantly in your direction, even Namjoon who is clearly apprehensive about the first impression they're giving you.

You rest your elbows on the counter and your chin on your folded hands, giving off an aura of confidence and ease. "Bring on your worst, Kim."

"Oooh, you're going to wish you hadn't said that." Seokjin grabs the large cooking spoon from the counter with a sly grin, waving it at the youngest member. "Step aside, Kookie. This is a job for Worldwise Handsome Master Chef."

Jungkook raises his hands in defeat and scurries back to the group, perching on the stool nearest the oven.

"Dear god, what have you done?" Yoongi asks.

"You've awakened the competitive monster inside Jin," Hoseok states, turning to you. "There's no stopping him now. Start praying to the Scoville gods, [Y/n]!"

Namjoon looks completely done with his members, especially Jin, as he runs a hand through his colorful hair with a groan. "Seokjin, this was supposed to be an apology for being abrasive and standoffish, now you're making things worse."

Seokjin shrugs, giving an innocent look as he begins boiling the noodles on the stove. "She, quite literally, asked for it. And who am I to deny a pretty lady what she wants?"

The youngest member, along with Jimin and Yoongi, groan at Seokjin's attempts to be suave, making you chuckle all the more.

"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

The brunet gives you a playful wink. "You haven't seen anything yet, Jagiya."

Taehyung shifts in his chair at Seokjin's words, and Hoseok turns to face you as pots and pans clatter in the kitchen. "Well, since he's in the middle of losing his mind, tell us a bit about yourself?"

You do just that. You share a little bit about where you're from, what you studied, your home, friends and family, interests outside of work and the like. A bit of everything is covered. Most of the group reciprocates throughout the conversation. You end up learning just as much about them as they do about you. You might've started out nervous and shy, but the more you converse and the more time you spend with them, you realize they're just normal twenty-somethings. Sure, they're famous and on another level creatively, but in the end, they're ordinary guys.

"Why are you putting the beef in the oven?" you inquire of the oldest a little while later. "There's no part of ramen that requires an oven. At least, not that I've seen."

"Because if I bake the beef with the spices, the heat goes up by a thousand!" Seokjin raises his chin triumphantly as he slides the pan into the oven. "It's my secret, and I am the chef, so don't question my genius."

Yoongi snickers, "I think we can agree there's only one true genius in this group, and that's Namjoon."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Which one of us is the only one to have a bachelor's degree and is currently working towards a master's?"

Your eyes widen. "Wow, that's actually really impressive!"

Seokjin looks like a showy bird at the compliment. "See? Impressive. I like you. You can stay."

"But you're still going to make her eat your noodles of pain?" Jimin laughs.

"Absolutely! I have my honor to protect. No going back now." He leans down to see the selections on the oven. "So, I can either bake it at 200 degrees Celcius for 10 minutes or 2000 degrees for 1 minute."

The youngest's eyes bulge with concern. "No, that's not how you use the oven."

"Floor it?"

"No!"

"How about 2,000,000 degrees for one second?"

"Kim Seokjin, you are going to burn the entire office down!"

"Relax, it won't work, you idiots."

"I'm going to harness the fucking sun to make this ramen!"

"Annnd there goes any form of a good first impression, down the drain with Seokjin's dignity."

You burst into laughter, nearly falling off your stool in the process. Taehying grabs your arm before you fall, and Hoseok stabilized your chair. Wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes, you thank them both.

"I haven't had this good of a time in a while," you giggle as Seokjin finishes the last details of the ramen.

"At least we can provide entertainment," Yoongi states sarcastically. "We're not usually this bad, I swear."

Namjoon agrees, "We're all a bit tired from New Year's Rockin' Eve and the Golden Disk Awards."

"Not to mention both before and after that has been non-stop work on the comeback," Hoseok adds.

"Even if you were, I wouldn't mind," you reply, placing your palms against your cheeks. "My face hurts from smiling and laughing for so long."

"Well get ready for another level of pain, because voila!" Seokjin slides a bowl of ramen in front of you, handing you a soup spoon and a set of chopsticks. "Get ready to hurt, [Y/n]. You're going down."

Less than half an hour later, you're beaming with pride and 100,000 won richer than before. Seokjin has raised his white flag of surrender in the form of a napkin, his face flushes scarlet from the spice. It seems he'd overdone it while trying to ensure your defeat. Needless to say, he completely underestimated your ability to eat—and enjoy, to his horror—the so-called "noodles of pain."

"Thanks for lunch, Jin!" you cheered after finishing your second helping. "That really hit the spot."

Seokjin leans against the counter and continues to press a small bag of crushed ice to his face. "You're not human."

The afternoon wraps up as the others finish their portions. Luckily for them, they'd all been given ramen made with a normal recipe instead of Seokjin's deathwish version. Manager Sejin returns after a couple of hours and tells the boys that they have to get a few more hours of practice in before the day's over.

"I need to get a couple of things wrapped up, too, so no worries," you say nonchalantly. "You guys go have fun."

"We need to do this again," Jungkook says cheerily, nodding a shy goodbye before following Sejin.

"I agree, this was a blast! Especially seeing Seokjin actually lose when it was his own cooking," Jimin chuckles. "See you tomorrow, [Y/n]!"

You wave after them, and Yoongi shakes his head as he turns to Seokjin. "You just had to go and try to show off, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

You put some new crushed ice into another bag and offer it to the oldest member with an apologetic smile. "One for the road?"

He takes it with a grateful expression, eyes soft despite the playful bickering going around. "You're all right, [Y/l/n]. You can stay."

Yoongi claps his hyung on the shoulder, nodding in agreement. "Jin's right. You sure you still want to travel with us?"

Nodding fervently, you reply, "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Hoseok walks towards you, arms opened slightly. "Are you okay with hugs?"

"Of course!"

Hoseok eagerly wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you can feel the infectious giddiness that fills him like sunshine personified.

"Hobiii!" Jimin calls from down the hall.

"The third-oldest pulls back, flashes a smile, then turns towards the others while shouting, "Hobi coming, Hobi coming!"

Namjoon walks over to you as Hoseok slips down the hall. The only other person still in the room is Taehyung, who lingers by the door. His eyes shift between the other member and you, a torn expression on his face. You'd be lying if you said you don't feel similarly on the inside. There will be a time to ask the questions you so desperately want answers to, but today isn't that day. It might ruin what you've created with the band, and that's the last thing you want to do.

The leader extends a hand, a piece of paper in his palm. "In case you need to get ahold of any of us, or if you just want to talk. I think I can trust you not to put these on social media."

You take the note and unravel it, seeing nine sets of telephone numbers with corresponding initials beside them. "Oh, wow! You trust me that much already?"

He nods. "We all got a good vibe from you, and Sejin says we'll need to work with you on socials and whatnot. It'd be easier to just give you our directs instead of working through him or Manager Hobeom every time, although I did include their numbers as well."

"All of you?" you clarify, eying the figure still lingering by the door, attention now on his cell phone. "I don't think he likes me very much. He hasn't said a single word to me."

Namjoon knows exactly who you're referring to, even without looking behind him. His voice lowers as he responds, "Taehyung has been dealing with a lot lately. We all have, but he's been exhausted and hasn't been sleeping well. And..."

He trails off, shaking his head. "Nevermind. My point is, don't take his reclusive behavior too seriously. Taehyung is as kind as they come, but he might take a little while to warm up to you. That's just his nature, and his resting face is pretty intimidating." Namjoon taps the piece of paper. "Maybe try texting him. He's usually pretty good about responding there. Might feel more comfortable."

You fold the paper and slide it into your pocket, giving the lilac-haired man a nod and smile. "Thanks, Namjoon. And thank you for being so open to a newcomer. I know it can't be easy, letting someone else close to such a tight-knit group."

His dimples reappear at your words of gratitude. "I don't know what it is about you, but I feel we can trust you. So don't thank me." As he turns, he glances over his shoulder and murmurs, "Give Taehyung time. He'll come around."

Heaving a sigh of relief, you nod back at him. God, you hope he's right.

When your eyes shift towards the exit, you see Taehyung slipping into the hallway ahead of Namjoon, disappearing into the dark.

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rightsockjin · 5 years

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Description: Taehyung like to admire scenery at the park.

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Autumn fluff

Taehyung pov

I walk though the park camera in hand hoping to get some good pictures of the local flora and fauna, and maybe some cute pictures of Yeontan. The yellowing trees around me set the perfect setting for a cute photo shoot for my baby. I walk until I find my favorite place in the park. Ever since I was little this park was a place I wanted to visit. I had heard about its beautiful hills and the lake that sat between the small man-made forest, it was truly a beautiful place for pictures or just a good place to get a breath of fresh air. I had been coming here recently and I took a liking to the scenery and decided on a favorite spot. The ground was covered in brown and orange leaves Yeontan pulled against his leash and barked at a pile of leaves a bit of ways away.

I pulled his leash off and gave him a stern look witch he seemed to understand as ‘don’t get lost’ and I let him run free. Still I followed the small puppy to make sure that he stayed out of trouble. Luckily I did. As I watched him frolic through the small piles of fallen gold, I noticed in the distance a girl wearing a brown dress with a white shirt under. Her hair was loose around her face save for a few strands that were pulled back with a pearl clip. She was taking a couple of different selfies from varying angles. I watched her look over the pictures and frown in distaste.

Without really thinking, I raised my camera up and started to snap a couple of pictures myself. Her candid were a lot better than her posed ones. She seemed awkward before a camera and she looked like she was struggling to find her angle. I messed with the setting of my digital camera and took a few more before deciding that maybe, the film camera I had would be a better fit to her aesthetic. It was a mistake and I knew it as soon as the loud click rang through the quiet park and the light flashed across.

The girl looked up and noticed me. Fear flashed across her face and I saw her tuck her phone aside before standing and taking a few steps back. Her features changed quickly as she glanced around and noticed Yeontan rolling in a pile of leaves. She looked frozen. Like a deer in head lights. Was she scared of dogs?

“Yeontan,” I yelled trying to get him away from the small girl but for once, my dog ignored me and charged at the unsuspecting girl. Her eyes widened and I feared that she would run but she dropped to her knees and held out a hand for my dog to sniff. I ran over just in case but I didn’t need to. Yeontan seemed to love her and the girl was petting my puppy happily.

“I’m sorry,” I said in my accented English, suddenly nervous that she wouldn’t understand, “dog…my dog.”

“Your dog,” the girl asked in similarly accented English. Was it maybe Spanish? Italian? I couldn’t be sure. She was quite pale and had dark, curled hair and brown eyes. It was hard to place her nationality.

“Yes. Is he scare you,” I asked feeling my cheeks heat.

“I love dogs,” she said, petting his ears. Yeontan was panting happily under her ministrations.

I smiled. If Yeontan liked her then she must be alright. Of course she was pretty…

“I don’t want scare you,” I said holding up my camera, “I take picture of you.”

Her eyes widened again as she stood from the ground where she pet my dog, “Can I see?”

I held out the camera to her and she scrolled past the many pictures I took. She smiled at one of my favorites, where she was looking at the falling leaves and the sun had hit her just right. She looked stunning. The way that the rays made her brown eyes lighten to honey and her dark hair highlighted her face. It was beautiful.

“Can I have this,” she asked pointing at the picture, “I want to post it on my Instagram.”

“Sure,” I said transferring the pictures to my iPhone and then turning on my air drop, “What is your name on phone?”

She told me her name and I found it instantly. She had a really pretty name. I tapped the icon and sent her all the pictures.

“Thank you,” she said in Korean and I had to take a step back. Had she recognized me?

“You speak Korean,” I asked in shock and she giggled.

“Not really but my cousin taught me how to say thank you,” she said with a confident shrug.

“I teach you more if you want,” I said then held out my hand awkwardly, “My name is Taehyung.”

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Writer: BTSGallery & luvieslinnie / Designer: pinkgguk.

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cy-p-hx-blog · 6 years

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Masochist

► fanfic por @daigx ◄

Capítulos

[09, Melted]

[Taehyung]

{I wish frozen love is melted now}

{The cold darkness that meets my heart}

{I allow}

{Even the cold shadow}

{That covers the night}

{Begins to harden}

“Só eu conseguia vê-lo.

Só eu sentia seu esforço.

Só eu chorava pedindo que me ouvisse.

Só eu poderia salvá-lo.

Mas ele não me enxergava.

Meu pequeno se debatia, implorava para sair; levantava as pernas, arqueava as costas, arrastava os quadris e dobrava os joelhos. Com a lateral de seu pescoço suada, encharcava os fios da nuca, pelo esforço exacerbado. Ele gritava, implorando que o escutassem, que fizessem algo para ajudá-lo.

Entretanto, ele não via ninguém, e, por mais que seus pulmões explodissem em agonia, enquanto a garganta arranhasse pelos gritos, nada aconteceria.

Mais uma vez eu me via estático, sem poder mover as pernas para chegar ao seu encontro. Tudo estava escuro, e o lugar, gélido como a morte. Doía imensamente vê-lo chorar, pedir por mim, por qualquer um que fosse, e não ter resposta do corpo para respondê-lo, para poder gritar para si que eu estava ali.

Sobre a maca, Jimin tentava alcançar com os dedos trêmulos o rosto, ainda tentando mover-se bruscamente, mesmo que não houvesse nada físico o prendendo. Lutava para sair, implorava pra acordar, pedindo pra se locomover. Fitei-o por minutos que pareciam horas, até se cansar, e decaír para a morte.

Vi-o morrer, e não pude fazer nada.

Com o peito trêmulo, chorava mais do que o cadáver havia feito, e desta vez, era eu quem implorava para que voltasse, que alguém me ajudasse a fazê-lo viver. Temi a morte, até entender, que era algo ainda pior.

Coma.

Apesar de paralisado, seu subconsciente continuava acordado, tentando reagir. O cansaço lhe parara as pernas, e um buraco estagnava-se em seu pescoço. Seu peito movia-se com a respiração, graças aos aparelhos que foram conectados a si.

Superficialmente, estava apenas sonolento, mas eu sabia que não tinha nada bem ali. Como antes, o moreno lutava para sair. Mas agora, preso de verdade.

O que seria de um Anjo, sem suas Asas?”

[...]

Quando finalmente consegui pregar os olhos ao abri-los, Hoseok sacudia-me com força, enquanto chamava meu nome em alto tom, pedindo para que acordasse.

Pude vê-lo, sob a maca, dormindo como um Anjinho.

Tive um vislumbre da realidade, e naquela noite acordei molhado de suor e de súbito me levantei, arfando e sentindo dores, não só físicas, mas mentais também. Estava eu, de mente e alma, conectado ao moreno e preocupado consigo — tendo de apenas imaginar qual seria seu estado.

Ao dar por mim, havia levantado de seu colo, estando com as laterais do pescoço suadas pelo nervosismo, as mãos trêmulas, quase marejando o olhar. E novamente, a única pessoa que havia para me confortar era ele, que continuava esperando-me com um sorriso aberto sobre as maçãs do rosto.

— Por quanto tempo mais você permanecerá sendo meu último fio de esperança, hmn, Hope? — questionei, sendo puxado para um abraço.

— Pelo tempo que você precisar de mim, Trouble Tae. — ri fraco do apelido. — Parecia desesperado com seu pesadelo, o que acontecia? — segurou minha destra, acariciando para que acalmasse o corpo.

Algumas verdades passavam-se em minha mente, como a que eu amava Park Jimin. E a que queria quebrar cada dente da boca de Jeon Jungkook, pela sorte que tinha. Mas a maior delas, era que Jung Hoseok não merecia passar por aquele turbilhão por minha causa. Ele merecia alguém que sorrisse de volta, que o abraçasse e o amasse do jeito que antes, eu não fui capaz de fazer.

— Não mereço nada que me dispõem. Não sei pensar, reagir, muito menos amar. — lufei o ar. — O que deveria fazer, Hope?

— Deveria parar de se preocupar se gostam de você ou não. — acariciou o topo de minha cabeça, parecendo cansado. — De qualquer forma, saiba que eu gosto de...

— Obrigado. Nunca conheci alguém que faria metade do que Jung Hoseok fez por mim. — sorri nasal. — Acontece que me encaram como um problema, como imaturo.

— Não te vejo assim. — brilhei os olhos, levantando a cabeça para prestar atenção no que diria a seguir. — Você é, de longe, a pessoa mais forte que conheço, Taehy. Não é imaturidade, mas, inconsequência eu diria. É difícil lidar com o que você lidou, sem enlouquecer. Todos têm problemas, afinal de contas. Quem é o louco que chamaria alguém quem cuidou de um doente, por anos, de imaturo, despreparado ou ruim?

— Hope, e se você estiver enganado, e se...

— Bipolaridade, medicação para tarja negra para controle de ansiedade, e te chamam de imaturo? Quantos remédios ele tomava? Aliás, desde quando você se tornou inseguro, Trouble Tae?

Mordi o lábio inferior.

Como ninguém, ele sabia como me fazer calar a boca. E era impressionantemente bom naquilo.

Estava certo. Poderia não ser o melhor cuidador do mundo, entretanto, merecia crédito por aguentar tudo o que Jimin passara, sem descontar em alguém importante — no caso, o próprio moreno. Eu realmente era ruim, mas não com o Park. Foram até poucas as vezes que o descontrole tomou posse de meus atos, e apesar de tudo, o amava como nenhum outro seria capaz de fazê-lo.

E por algum motivo, sentia que isso chatearia Hope.

{The blue ocean that the red sun used to wash your face}

{I look at the hot past that is deeply buried (too late to leave)

{I wanted the coldness in the adult world to go away too.}

Para sempre, o Jung seria minha esperança, então, deveria agradecê-lo por tal.

Mesmo que não esperasse e que não devesse trair o que chamava de amor, o beijei, apenas por saber ser a única coisa que ele desejaria como um “obrigado”.

Diferente do que pensei que aconteceria, não fora algo ruim, sem gosto ou insípido. Fora molhado, amoroso e saboroso. Acariciava meus lábios com os seus próprios, por ter aguentado-se por um longo tempo. Ao passo que, assim que descobri seu platonismo, já esperava correspondê-lo de alguma forma. Já de olhos fechados, cruzei os braços por seu pescoço, trazendo muito contato, tornando o ambiente hospitalar mais sensual do que deveria. Tracei os dedos nos fios alaranjados de sua nuca, enquanto suas mãos ágeis estagnaram em meu quadril, apressado por mais do que eu poderia lhe dar.

— Desculpe-me por não ter...

— Eu não me importo, mas não foi o suficiente, até que eu consiga te ter por completo.

— Eu sinto muito, Hope.

— Não sinta, não ainda. — concluiu com um sorriso ladino, levantando-se para buscar bebidas.

[...]

[Jimin]

Não sabia como definir.

Um sonho ou pesadelo?

Estavam ali, se agarrando em ataques e ameaças quando senti o corpo inteiro tremer. Depois da briga violenta, lembro de revirar os olhos ao sentir o ar escapando de minha garganta, tentando enxergar o dono das mãos que a apertavam, impedindo o oxigênio de passar. E a única coisa lúcida que vinha-me à mente era se Jeon realmente havia vindo me ver.

Sem fôlego com a máscara de gás e com lágrimas nos olhos, quem eu queria ver fora proibido de entrar no quarto de hospital. Além de médicos, o único jovem que a visita era permitida estava escapando pelos meus dedos, deixando o quartinho ao virar suas costas desnudas para mim, após me beijar.

Se está frio, por que ele não está agasalhado?

Onde Jungkook estava indo? Se havia acabado de chegar, por que demônios estava indo embora!?

Ao sair, para minha ansiedade, consegui ver quem eu esperava. Encararam-se do outro lado do vidro, rosnando um para o outro, até o mais novo passar pelo corredor e fugir-me as vistas; Taehyung continuava belo apesar da rudeza que sua expressão carregava. A pele que comportava cicatrizes, as orelhas com brincos e os cabelos ruivos que lhe tapavam a testa bateram no vidro da janela do cômodo, preocupado com minha magreza.

Vê-lo novamente trouxe-me amargura e as dores voltaram a fazerem-se presentes. Mordi o lábio ao perceber a dor de quem amava, pensando que caso melhorasse, poderíamos consertar as coisas.

— Tae... — disse baixo, vendo-o ser consolado por alguém que obstruíra minhas vistas para o ruivo.

O homem alto de cabelos quase alaranjados ao me encarar, sorriu amarelo, como se estivesse se divertindo. Ele passou os braços ao redor dos ombros do Kim, que o acompanhou pelo corredor a fora, com lágrimas sobre os orbes, escorrendo pelo rosto. Continuei tentando chamá-lo de volta, sentindo o peito comprimir o suficiente para que a taquicardia apontasse seus efeitos nos equipamentos médicos, e estes viessem correndo ao meu encontro.

Sentia-me ainda mais emotivo por perder duas pessoas num mesmo momento. Quis chorar por ser um incômodo na vida de Jeon, que atravessara o país para me ver. Não pude fazer uma recepção melhor, sequer dizer o quanto era esbelto e bonito. Além disso, a perda do ruivo ainda me contornava — conseguia me recordar de sua tez, de seu cheiro e seus contornos. Vê-lo se despedaçar por minha causa e ser levado logo após, faria meus cabelos caírem.

O que de fato começou a ocorrer, quando os doutores tentaram acalmar-me pela saída de ambos, prensando meus braços contra a maca, enquanto me debatia contra as injeções que me dariam a força, me deitando no travesseiro. Pequeninos fios encontravam-se quebradiços em conjunto, sobre a rouparia de cama.

E mais uma vez, eu quis morrer.

{But why is the ice so cold? Why is it so cold?}

{Why are they so cold?}

[...]

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