#rich! taehyung

[organreeps]

I WAITED TOO LONG FOR YOU. I WILL DEVOUR YOU， LOVE YOU INTO FLAME.

tell me you love this， tell me you’re not miserable. ﾞ . ✩ . '

[vreotics]

♫ ...baby one more time ིྀ 🪡

[docitoos]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧ ￮⠀﹒ 2 some Paradise ◌

[taehyungfirst]

I just saw Nuna V has an exhibition of Taehyung pictures in Tawain. Who is Nuna V? Just a fan or more?

She’s a fansite, very very rich. She’s been there since forever I think, Taehyung even acknowledged her multiple times, always spots her in the crowd and everything.

Wanna know a fun fact? For a period there was a rumor Nuna V was dating Taehyung 😭

[theblueslytherin]

Greetings people of the Internet I have come asking for assistance once again. Except this time I’m looking for either a person or their fanfic work. One thing I can remember about this fanfic is it was pink haired Jimin and blue haired taehyung and they’re like rich kid kind of shit, the name of it was Pop art or something like that, like Tae fucked up the readers painting, and the readers sugar daddy’s also Namjoon it’s very complicated I know😂. And I was also looking for the writer, whose blog was eww boys but they have fallen off the face of the Earth. So if anyone can find them or the fic I’m talking about it would be awesome.

[chaeinne]

[leprincedesdragons]

↳ Crazy Rich Asians AU

Tyler & Daniel as Alistair & Kitty

Heir Tyler Lee falls in love with Hollywood’s rising star Daniel Choi. After he proposes to him, the older generation of his family is set on destroying their relationship at all cost.

“But of course, I know none of that is important to you,” he added. “You’re in love, and you don’t really need Cirque du Soleil performing at your wedding, do you? I mean, you’ll get to stare at that cute puppy-dog face of his every morning for the rest of your life. That’s worth all the money in the world, isn’t it?”

[princeofchips]

"You are a part of my story, my memory and my scenery."

[minisugakoobies]

his voice just makes me melt 🫠🫠🫠

[confettifanfic]

《 Whiskey & Strawberry Wine 》

➳Taegi

➳ Explicit | 32.4k | 9/? Chapters

➳ Arranged Marriage, Strangers to Lovers, Eventual Smut

Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,

You are invited to attend a small, private lunch on Saturday, June 5th with the Kim’s to discuss the marriage between you and Kim Taehyung in accordance with the agreement between the Kim and Min families.

We would also like to extend this invitation to your mother, Mrs. Min as well.

Please let us know ASAP if you will be able to attend.

If so, we will organise a car to pick you both up on the day of the lunch.

Yours sincerely,

Kim Jongin, CEO and owner of Kim Enterprise.

~~~

Just when Yoongi thought his life couldn’t get any worse; after the death of his father, his boyfriend of three and a half years breaking up with him and his boss being on his ass to write a song worthy of producing or he’s fired, he finds out he’s to marry the son of one of the richest CEO’s in the world.

➳ Link: AO3

[chateautae]

THIS 💖💖💖 is so MID Taehyung

FROEFNOWIFN WHY HELLO THERE MID TAE!!

[berrylfy]

BLOOD AND PARIS 㦡㦣㦢

[taehyungfirst]

https://x.com/blueprodv/status/1774782372971422202?s=46&t=wEYG7XCN-k5g6fT94AhbJQ

An addition for the category of grown men losing their minds over Tae

Too hilarious 😭 can’t believe we’re gonna have to fight them for tickets 😭

[bultaonene]

tk corset prompt

“Taehyung. Come here.”

Taehyung tightens his hold on the towels he’s carrying. Not too much, of course - he doesn’t want to ruin Master Jeon’s bath towels.

“I was told to bring these to the laundry room, Master Jeon.”

He can’t see him with the door left only slightly ajar, but he’s sure tat the master of the house is pushing his tongue against his cheek, just like he always does when people don’t immediately bend to his wishes.

“And I just told you to come here. I think one of those orders is clearly more important, don’t you think?”

Master Jeon says so and then clicks his tongue, obviously tickled off. Taehyung takes some satisfaction in hearing his annoyance so clearly in his tongue.

Unfortunately, that’s the only satisfaction he can get. He wishes he could walk away and ignore him, but he likes his head too much to risk parting with it just to disobey a bratty noble.

He pushes the door and enters, the hinges creaking ominously. The Jeon Manor is an old building, lavish and gloomy, impeccable and seemingly falling to pieces at once. Old nobility, the Jeons. Old and rotten and, in the case of the younger one, atrociously spoiled.

Jeon Jeongguk is facing a window, his figure too dark to distinguish his outline well. Not only because of the light – the noble loves to dress in clothes as inky as his hair, as dark as his eyes.

“Give me a hand, won’t you?”

His voice is honey sweet and melodious, the tone deceptively gentle. As if he’s truly asking for a favor and not issuing an order.

He moves from the window towards his wardrobe, trailing his finger on the wall like he’s tracing a line on it, like he’s scraping away the dark wood to reveal the decaying foundations of the Jeon Manor.

He never looks at Taehyung. No, he’s too good for that, too above him. He only gives him his shoulders, broad and strong, clad in a fabric too precious for Taehyung to even look at it.

It’s when he looks at his outfit that he understands what the noble is asking help with. His clothing is simple - expensive slacks, even more expensive top. But wound around his waist there’s a leather corset that gives him that final touch, makes him look just that tad more unreacheable and lavish.

The leather corset is half open, ribbons cascading from his back like a black waterfall. Taehyung hitches to touch them, to feel their silkyness under his fingertips.

He swallows down when Master Jeon grips the bed’s footboard, bending down marginally. It’s just a bit, but it’s enough to make the line of his shoulders look stronger, the width of his waist smaller. As if by simply leaning forward he put things into another perspective, one that makes Taehyung’s head spin.

“I can call someone else to help, I don’t know-”

“I didn’t ask for someone else, Taehyung” he says and the way he pronounces his name, the way he drags the 'hyung' like he can’t bear his tongue to get separated from the syllable. It makes Taehyung feel hot and cold at the same time. “I asked you to help me. It shouldn’t be so difficult.”

“Of course, Master Jeon.” He replies and bows his head, because that’s what people like Taehyung do. That’s what he has to do.

The steps he takes to get closer to the noble sound too loud, like a march he didn’t ask to be a part of. And the closer he gets the more he’s mesmerized by the details - Jeon’s hand flexing and gripping the board tighter, the ribbons swaying with every movement he makes.

Taehyung knows how to tie a corset. He helped his sister do it when she got married, because that was the only occasion they felt fancy enough to get her one. They’ve barely have seen a corset in their lifetimes, much less wore it, but Taehyung asked the maids and the ladies-in-waiting and so when it was time he tied it perfectly, helped his sister slip a white gown over it and kissed her on the forehead before sending her off.

He knows what to do without having to be told anything, so he brushes his trembling hands towards the ribbons at the top. He’s afraid to touch, to somehow ruin the expensive garment, but Jeon is waiting and no one makes a Jeon wait. He slips his fingers through the ribbons and starts tugging, so gently at first that the corset doesn’t tighten one bit.

“Tighter, Taehyung.” His voice is a bored drawl and Taehyung feels his eyebrow tick, letting his hands be a bit more firm. He tugs on the ribbons more forcefully, but he’s still careful.

“Has washing my laundry made your hands numb? Come on, Taehyung. Be a bit useful.”

Taehyung has to stop for one second before resuming and he thinks he hears an amused huff. Everything in Jeongguk’s pose looks mocking, even if Taehyung can only see his shoulders, his nape.

Satisfied with the ribbons at the top of the corset, he starts tightening the one from the bottom. He has to tighten those before he can pull at the two loops in the middle part, at the ribbons by his waist. Those will be the ones to make the corset stay put, to make it hug Jeon’s waist like a lover would.

Taehyung pulls the ribbon, looks at his hands grabbing the corset. For a second he lets his mind wander, wonders how his hands would look if they were doing the opposite. If instead of closing the corset they were opening it, would they look different? More frantic, less mindful?

But they would still look so big, wouldn’t they? Taehyung has big hands. Wide palms, long fingers. He can easily wrap them around Jeon’s waist, circle it fully. And his hands against the black leather look amazing, delightful.

He bets Jeongguk thinks the same, if the shiver that runs through him is anything to go by.

“Tighter. Taehyung, for fuck’s sake. It would’ve been quicker if I did it alone.”

His voice sounds heavenly but the words are grating, making him grind his teeth together. He yanks some of the ribbons, eager to give him a taste of what tighter means, but if he wanted a negative response he is to be dissapointed.

Taehyung pulls on the ribbons roughly and Jeongguk hums, low and pleased. His body shifts towards Taehyung and the footboard creaks from the forceful grip Jeongguk has on it.

He turns his head slightly, just enough for their eyes to meet. The harsh tugging was meant to put him in place but there is no regret in his gaze and he surely doesn’t look reprimanded. If anything, he looks eager.

He doesn’t say anything, just exhales and turns his head back towards his bed again. And so Taehyung resumes, cursing every ribbon and every eyelet and trying to make his hands work faster.

“Maybe another century or two and I’ll be ready, hm? You just have to pull tighter, it isn’t difficult isn’t it-”

He doesn’t manage to finish the sentence because Taehyung feels his patience leave him and he finally obeys him. He pulls, yanks the ribbons by the middle so the corset fits snugly and tight. But he isn’t satisfied, no, not now. He wants it tighter?

He’ll have it tighter.

Taehyung wraps all the ribbons around one hand and uses the other to push Jeon forward, making his body hit the footboard. He places one hand on the damn corset, on that fuckin tiny waist, and with the other he pulls, yanks the ribbons until the corset is too tight, the ribbons taut from the strain.

“Is this better, Master Jeon?” he asks, hisses the words right by his ear. He keeps pulling and pulling until it feels like the ribbons will rip, until the corset will crush Jeon’s ribs.

“Is it tight enough?”

Jeongguk is struggling against his hold, hands flailing and losing their hold on the footboard. His breathing is quicker, frantic, and Taehyung cracks a smile, feels victory pour over him like blessed rain.

It doesn’t last long. Because Jeongguk is struggling, yes, but his ears are red and when he turns his eyes are burning and his lips are smiling.

“Not quite enough,” he says, gasping a bit more when Taehyung pulls on the ribbons even more. But the motion doesn’t seem to deter him. On the contrary, he whispers a ‘yes’ that is a breath more than a word and he looks at Taehyung, grin getting wider.

Taehyung wonders then who’s really holding the strings - him, with ribbons wound around his fingers, or Jeongguk, with Taehyung wound around his little finger. Taehyung gulps, Jeongguk grins, and he thinks he has his answer.

“I think you can give me more, Taehyung. Don’t you think so?”

or: Taehyung likes the elegant uniform he has as a butler in the Jeon Manor. But he doesn't like the Jeons - hates them, actually. Snotty nobles born with a silver spoon in their mouths, that's what they are.

Unfortunately, he isn't the only one who appreciates that uniform on him. The younger of the Jeons has taken an interest in him, lured in both by his beautiful face and his behavior, just shy of disrespectful. He knew that refusing to lick the Jeons' shoes like a good pet would've brought him trouble, but he didn't think it would be like this.

No, he definitely didn't expect to have Jeon Jeongguk trailing after him, to ask for him constantly and then treat him as his personal slave. He never wanted to catch the eye of a man like him, but it is too late now. Jeongguk has noticed him. Jeongguk wants him.

And what Master Jeon wants, Master Jeon gets.

[spritecranverry]

So like does anyone else wanna talk about how much Yeosang's voice has improved and now we're hearing much more of it with his recent cover like SHEESH

[cravingstudyvalidation]

TAEHYUNG. HIS VOICE.