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starlost-andfound · 2 years

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cherry blossoms / kim taehyung

Summary: Every year when the cherry blossoms begin to bloom, the Kim family hosts a grand garden tea party, inviting royal families from all the neighbouring kingdoms. The heir to the Kim’s kingdom, Prince Taehyung is no stranger to the boring royal commitments of his family’s annual tea party but each year he finds himself looking forward to the gathering, for the brief moments that he gets to spend with his friend. As the years go by and seasons change, people and feelings do too.

Warnings: Fluff, absolute lack of knowledge on royal terminology

Word Count: 4286

A/n: This one is dedicated to the lovely @hopelesslylivv , thank you for being the first to read this <3

gif credits to @taeyungie

1 - When they meet…

The Kim family’s garden was a vast plot of land, painted with the colours of the surrounding plants, flowers, and every spring; the beautiful cherry blossoms. The garden itself was almost half the size of the ground floor of the palace. Prince Taehyung loved to spend most of his time after his lessons, in the garden. The young prince, only just 8 years old, felt so small among all the trees and the large space. It felt so exciting to run around exploring and conquering every corner of the garden yet, for the first time Taehyung felt nervous as he peeked from behind his father at the familiar outdoor space that was now crowded with lots of unfamiliar people.

“Taehyung, go on. It’s alright,” his father looked down at his son and patted his head. Taehyung gripped the back of his father’s coat tightly and shook his head.

“They’re all nice people, dear- our friends. You can make some friends too,” Taehyung’s mother reassured him. The young boy looked up at his parents, dressed in traditional clothing with a royal elegance and the emblem of the Kim family delicately and perfectly embroidered into the fabric. He shifted uncomfortably in his tailored shorts and buttoned shirt that had been made just for this occasion. His matching suspenders felt too tight on his shoulders and the weather felt a little too warm.

“Okay,” Taehyung mumbled quietly.

His father smiled and knelt down, adjusting his son’s collar and patting his shoulders. “You got this. Go have fun.”

“And be good!”, his mother added as Taehyung began to navigate his way through the guests.

“Oh, Prince Taehyung, is that you?”

Taehyung rubbed his clammy palms on his shorts and looked up at the woman who had spotted him. He couldn’t recognize her from any of the pictures his mother had shown him but bowed politely, “Hello.”

“Oh how sweet, how old are you now? I remember seeing you when you were just a baby.”

He laughed nervously, “I’m um-I’m eight.” He held up eight fingers.

The woman awed, “You’re all grown up now.”

Taehyung internally felt grateful as she was pulled away into another conversation. He made a beeline for his favourite spot in the garden, a wooden bench surrounded by flowers with a view of a lake through the cherry blossom trees. It was hidden in the back of the garden, away from all the crowds and anyone, perfect for the boy to have a moment alone. Except, when Taehyung finally reached the bench, his sigh of relief was cut off by a gasp. Someone had stolen his seat on the bench.

The culprit looked up and grinned, revealing a gap in her teeth where a baby tooth had fallen out. “Hello,” she waved. Taehyung stayed put, barely lifting his hand above his waist to wave back. “You’re sitting on my bench.”

“We can share,” the smile on her face didn’t leave as she scooted over and patted the empty space beside her.

He cautiously moved to sit next to her, taking notice of the plucked rose in her hands and the golden swan pendant on her necklace. “That’s from my garden,” he pointed to the rose,

“I know, it’s so pretty! It’s like the flower on my dress, see?”, she pointed to the daisy pattern printed on her dress.

“I’m Princess Y/n, from Lake Swan,” she stuck out her hand. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Prince Taehyung from here,” he responded back, keeping his hands at his side.

The princess seemed to take no notice of her unreturned handshake. She simply smiled again, “Taehyung, that’s a nice name. I like it.”

“Do you like daisies?”

“They’re nice,” Taehyung smiled as his eyes drifted to the tall cherry blossom trees ahead, hiding the view of the lake beside their castle. “But I like the cherry blossoms more. They only come in the spring and they’re very beautiful.”

Taehyung watched as y/n turned and climbed onto the bench, trying to reach for the nearest cherry blossoms, on the closest tree. Her fingers barely reached the flowers. “They are very pretty.”

A gust of wind blew off a flower and it fell down onto y/n’s forehead. She giggled and grabbed the stray flower before she sat back down. She placed the blossom into the palm of Taehyung’s hand. “Now we both have a flower.”

Taehyung smiled, delicately brushing the petals of the flower with his hand.

“Come on,” she got up with a sense of direction in mind, head held high. “Let’s play a game.”

“What game do you want to play?”, Taehyung asked.

Y/n hummed before her face broke out into a grin. She smiled a lot, Taehyung noticed. “Hide and seek. You count, I hide.”

Taehyung placed the cherry blossom into the pocket of his shorts and placed his hands over his eyes. “1…”

He heard her giggle and the distant sound of her footsteps fading away.

“2…”, a soft breeze picked up, enveloping the warmth of that spring day with a cool wind. When Taehyung had counted to 10, he began to look around with a cheeky smile on his face. He looked behind the bench, peeked behind statues, behind the bushes. He began to search through the crowd of guests when he recognized the daisy pattern of her dress peeking out from behind the buffet table. Taehyung grinned and ran behind the table, surprising y/n. “I got you!”

Y/n turned around with wide eyes, caught red handed with a half eaten pastry in her hand and custard smeared on her lips. Taehyung gasped, “What cake is that? I wanna try.”

Y/n gestured for Taehyung to crouch down before she pointed at the plate of pastries on the far end of the table. “It’s the one with the strawberries on it,” she whispered loudly. Taehyung squinted his eyes. Once he spotted the pastry he slowly approached the plate, tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. In one swipe, he grabbed a pastry and snatched as many marshmallows he could fit in his other hand before running back to y/n.

“I got us marshmallows,” Taehyung smiled, handing her the one of two marshmallows he could fit in his hand. Like y/n, Taehyung was strictly raised on maintaining etiquette and a clear royal image, so the boy’s mission was not yet complete. His eyes scanned the table once more and he picked up two plates and tissues for the both of them. Y/n thanked him as he handed her a plate and a tissue before they navigated around the crowd and back to the bench where they ate their own little feast.

“Now,” y/n placed her empty plate to the side of the bench, wiping away the crumbs on her face with a tissue. “It’s your turn to hide, and my turn to count.”

She closed her eyes and began to count. Taehyung sat frozen for a moment, pondering where to hide before his eyes lit up and he broke into a sprint, trying to suppress his giggles. He ran past the cherry blossom trees and crouched down behind a bush, sticking his head out just enough to watch y/n finish counting. Y/n stood up and began to search around. After a while she disappeared from Taehyung’s vision. Taehyung stood up, making sure he still wasn’t visible behind the trees.

Taehyung felt something grasp his shoulder and he screamed. He turned around, coming face to face with a laughing y/n. “I got you!”

Taehyung shook his head, holding his hand close to his heart. ��“I got so scared! How did you find me?”

“You’re not very good at hiding, silly,” y/n giggled. She held his hand, “Come on, let’s go back. Mummy says it’s time to eat.”

Taehyung looked down at their entwined hands as they walked back. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he quickly pulled his hand away. Before y/n could look back Taehyung heard his mother call him and he quickly ran over to her.

“Taehyung, did you have fun?”

Taehyung held his mother’s hand, leaning into her side. He gazed out into the crowd where y/n was very cheerfully and excitedly talking to her parents. “I had a lot of fun.”

2 - a couple of years later…

Taehyung felt uncomfortable.

He shifted in his shoes that were a size too exact as his mother adjusted his collar. Having spent the past few years in boarding school, he had gotten accustomed to his independence. Now that he was back for the holidays, the few housekeepers and his parents following him around felt a bit too overwhelming for the young teenager.

“Mom,” Taehyung whined, turning his head away as his mother reached up to fix his hair again. “That’s enough, please.”

“I haven’t seen my son in months and he’s already sick of me.” his mother teased. “Just stay still for a moment.” She combed through his hair once more, pressing down any flyaway strands of hair she could find. She stepped back, looking her son up and down for one last check. “Kim Taehyung, what is that on your hand?”

Taehyung looked down, noticing the bright yellow paint stain smeared on his thumb, a souvenir of his most recent painting. He hated social gatherings, especially with larger crowds and in this moment he yearned for nothing more than the familiar feeling of the paintbrush in his hands, He grumbled under his breath before walking across his room to the bathroom to wash the paint off.

“You look so handsome, dear. My little boy, all grown up.” Taehyung’s mother smiled proudly as he walked out. In her eyes, time had flown by since he was a baby.

“Mom, stop,” Taehyung turned away, embarrassed.

His mother chuckled, “Let’s go meet our guests.”

Taehyung followed his mother out into the garden, meeting his father on the terrace. “Ah, my son, just the person I was looking for. Come here, I want to introduce you to some people.” His father wrapped a hand around his shoulder, guiding him over to a couple. The woman wore a light blue dress embroidered with patterns of swans and lakes. The man wore a matching blue suit with a swan stitched over his chest pocket. The imagery of swans seemed familiar to Taehyung and he wondered where he had seen it before.

“Taehyung, meet the King and Queen of Lake Swan.”

Taehyung’s face lit up in recognition and he bowed down. “It is an honour to make your acquaintance.”

The King and Queen of Lake Swan engaged in a conversation with Taehyung, asking him about his studies in boarding school and Taehyung replied with a smile on his face, expressing his interests in the arts. The conversation seemed to drag on and all Taehyung wanted to ask was one thing and just as he hoped to ask, his curiosity was satisfied.

“Taehyung, surely you have met our daughter y/n?”

His eyes lit up, “Is she here today?”

“She told us she would be over by some bench, I’m not sure where but I am certain you’ll know your way around here better than I will,” y/n’s father chuckled.

Some bench. Taehyung excused himself and quickly made his way through the crowd, ignoring the occasional call of his name when someone recognized him. True to her father’s word, Taehyung found y/n sitting on the bench, wearing a smaller version of her mother’s dress and eating a slice of fruit cake.

“You’re sitting on my bench,” Taehyung smiled shyly as y/n lifted her head and waved.

“We can share.” y/n chuckled. “It’s been a while. How are you?”

“I am fine, thank you, and you?”

Y/n smiled at his response, a common reply to the question which she had learnt time and time again in her studies of royal etiquette. “I am doing fine, thank you. How was boarding school?”

“It was okay, I spent a lot of time painting.”

Y/n eyes sparkled, “Painting, really? May I see some of your paintings?”

A garden party is a garden party. The young Prince knew the rules. The guests shouldn’t enter the palace unless they had to use the washroom or in an emergency but here he was, gesturing y/n to follow him as he guided her through a back entrance. Once they were in the castle, Taehyung and y/n broke into a sprint down the hallways to the Prince’s designated art studio. In the countless rooms in the castle, beside the library, the royal servants had set up a studio just for him upon his return from boarding school.

Y/n let out a quiet gasp as she walked into the room, her eyes scanning over the painted landscapes hung on the wall and half finished pieces propped against the wall on the floor. A tall bookshelf stood, filled with art supplies and sketchbooks and the room carried the faint scent of fresh paints. The sunlight from the window casted a warm glow on all the artworks. Taehyung suddenly felt self conscious as he stood in the middle of the room, following y/n’s line of vision as she looked around.

“So…” he gulped, “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” her eyes met his. “It really is Taehyung, this is amazing.”

He blushed and turned away, clearing his throat. “Thank you.”

Y/n’s interest piqued as she noticed a more abstract artwork propped against an easel by the window. She chuckled and walked over to the canvas, “What’s this supposed to be?”

“Uh-” Taehyung took off the canvas from the easel in a rush. “Nothing. You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“It looks like a monkey,” y/n remarked, trying to look past Taehyung’s shoulder to see the artwork which he attempted to hide.

Taehyung’s embarrassed expression suddenly changed to a scowl. “It’s supposed to be a person. It’s abstract.”

Y/n nodded slowly, her attention drawn by another painting in the room, “Alright, if you say so.”

“What have you been up to, these past few years?”

Y/n turned back to Taehyung. “Mother has been forcing me to take piano classes.”

“Piano?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “We have a piano in the music room. Maybe you could play something for me?”

“Maybe,” y/n hummed.

Once the two young royals entered the music room, Taehyung shut the door behind them. He jogged over to the piano and pulled out the stool for y/n. “After you, princess.”

“Thank you,” y/n smiled and sat down, carefully fixing her dress. “Where will you sit?” she asked, looking around. Taehyung gazed around at the abundance of instruments and the odd absence of chairs.

“You can sit next to me,” y/n offered, scooting over to her right. Taehyung quietly sat down next to her. The close proximity between them on the small stool was almost overwhelming. He gulped and rubbed his ears, hoping y/n wouldn’t notice the red tint that painted them.

Y/n took a deep breath before she began to play. “Ready to be amazed, Prince Taehyung?”

To say Taehyung was mesmerised would be an understatement. Y/n’s ability to play the piano far exceeded his. Her hands moved gracefully across the keys, creating a beautiful melody. The Prince was sure she would be able to play with her eyes closed if he had asked. He snuck a glance at her face that seemed so peaceful and so confident of her every move. A stranger would think she learned to play before she learnt to walk.

Y/n finished off the piece and turned to her audience, “So, what do you think?”

Taehyung’s eyes were filled with awe. “That was very beautiful.”

3 - the cherry blossoms bloomed beautifully again.

“Isn’t this a bit too much for a garden party?” Taehyung frowned quizzically at his reflection in the mirror. The red leather jacket he wore was a striking contrast to the glittery black blouse he wore underneath, decorated with a necklace that was hard to miss with the shining jewels clasped around his neck.

“Your mother said it is most fitting for a Prince.” His assistant replied. Taehyung sighed, stepping into the chosen pair of shoes for today’s event. He adjusted his hair in the mirror when a thought flashed through his head. A flashback, an image of an old friend he hadn’t seen for many years. He smiled. “How do I look?”

“Quite dashing, if I do say so myself.”

Taehyung left his room and made his way down to the garden party. His shoes clicked against the marble floors of the palace. His footsteps echoed around the halls as his heart pounded in his chest. Taehyung rubbed his palms against his pants and took a deep breath as he approached the doors to the garden. The two guards by the door grasped the door handle, “Whenever you’re ready, Prince Taehyung.”

Taehyung nodded and the guards pushed the door open, announcing his entrance.

“His Royal Highness, Heir to the Kim Throne, Prince Taehyung.”

Taehyung held his breath and put on his best smile as he greeted all the guests. Family by family, guest by guest, he made his way through the garden, politely shaking their hands and joining in on discussions but his mind remained on one person. His eyes often wandered around to the back of the garden where an old but familiar bench laid. To his dismay, his eyes continued to seek an empty bench. By the time he had greeted all the guests, Taehyung’s cheeks began to ache from all the smiling. He served himself a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice from the buffet and retreated to the back of the garden. Taehyung sat down on the bench with a sigh.

“Is it just me or do all these royal formalities get more boring the older we get?”

Taehyung nearly choked on his juice as he sat up on the bench. He turned to meet someone who looked all too familiar, yet all too different. Her hair was chopped much shorter. He had a feeling that she must’ve had something to do with the haircut as it appeared someone had attempted to style the very messily chopped uneven ends. The handbag over her shoulder and the dress she wore seemed quite out of her taste, a striking contrast to her bold and dark eyeshadow- but what struck Taehyung the most was what she held in her hand: a cigarette.

Taehyung smirked, “Isn’t smoking forbidden for royals?”

“Isn’t wearing a massive diamond studded chain over an even more sparkly outfit forbidden for a garden party’s dress code?”

“A royal garden party.” Taehyung rolled his eyes, attempting to hide the red tint of his ears by ruffling his hair. He glanced down at his outfit with a grimace, “I didn’t exactly have a say in it.”

Y/n brought the cigarette to her lips, inhaling the smoke. She exhaled. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a bit more hidden. I don’t want to get caught.”

Taehyung arched his brow in curiosity as he followed y/n out past the trees with blooming cherry blossoms, and up the steps to the dock by the lake. “Is this your idea of somewhere a bit more hidden? A dock in the middle of an open lake?”

“Your bright red jacket isn’t exactly helping either. Do you happen to have a better idea, Diamond Prince?”

“Diamo-” Taehyung scoffed. He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it against a pole before sitting down. Y/n tugged her dress at her knees before she sat down beside him. Taehyung shamelessly watched as y/n took another drag of the cigarette.

“What is it?”, y/n asked, turning to him. Their faces were barely centimetres apart. Taehyung gulped, “Do you happen to have another cigarette?”

Y/n suddenly laughed, throwing her head back. “Well, well, who would have thought? The golden boy, Kim Taehyung smoking a cigarette.”

She handed Taehyung the cigarette in her hand, “I’m afraid I could only sneak one cigarette in without my mother noticing.”

Taehyung thanked her, bringing the cigarette to his lips. He inhaled and leaned his head back against the pole as he exhaled. His shoulders relaxed.

“Where have you been the past few years?”

Taehyung smiled, “College. I’m studying the Arts. You?”

“The artworks you showed me last time were pretty cool. I’m glad you’re pursuing the Arts. I’m studying politics.”

Taehyung grimaced, turning his body to face y/n more. “Sounds awfully tedious and boring.”

“I actually find it quite interesting.” Taehyung caught a small glimmer in her eyes as she spoke more about politics, almost the same kind of glimmer in his own eyes when he created art. There was a small aching flutter in his chest, a foreign feeling which he hadn’t felt in so long. His face broke into a small grin.

“I just realised I have been boring you with all this political nonsense,” y/n groaned.

“It wasn’t boring at all,” Taehyung mumbled. He absent mindedly lifted his hand carrying the cigarette to y/n. Y/n leaned her face forward, taking a drag of the cigarette. She was so close to him, all of a sudden, he could smell her perfume. Cherry blossoms. Much to his confusion, Taehyung’s heart flipped in his chest. Could she hear his heart pounding as loudly in his ears as he could?

“You’re blushing,” y/n remarked, leaning back against the pole.

“It’s the humidity,” he retorted.

“It isn’t humid at all,” y/n spoke softly. “Are you blushing because of me, Taehyung? No need to be shy about it, I know I’m quite the charmer.”

Taehyung didn’t know how y/n attempted to distract him from her own blush with her teasing. He inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart in his chest. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Don’t get too full of yourself, I was just starting to like you.” He pressed the now worn out cigarette against the wooden floor of the dock, putting it out.

Y/n gasped, “Wow, that was tough.”

He chuckled, looking in any other direction but her. Y/n took this small moment to sneak a look at Taehyung without him noticing. The sound of laughter sent butterflies to her heart.

“For the record, you are quite the charmer, yourself.”

“Who’s blushing now?” he giggled, finding the courage in her confession to look at her again, just as she found the courage to hold his gaze.

Taehyung licked his lips. His eyes trailing down her face from her eyes to her lips. He inhaled shakily, looking back up at her eyes.

“What is it?”, y/n asked, her voice just above a whisper.

His hand grasped hers, bringing it to his chest over his pounding heart. “Is it too sudden to feel this way, having known someone for only so long?”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t think so.” She bit her lip.

“Don’t do that,” Taehyung whispered. “Or I might just give in and kiss you.”

“And if I want you to kiss me?”, y/n replied, lifting her hand to his cheek.

Taehyung brushed her cheek with his hand. He cupped her cheek and leaned in, just about brushing his lips with hers.

“Do you hear that?”

“What?”, Taehyung asked, eyes closing.

“Taehyung,” y/n rubbed his cheek.

“Yeah?” he mumbled, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“Taehyung,” y/n spoke louder.

“What is it?”, Taehyung asked with a tinge of impatience as he opened his eyes to meet hers again. Then, he heard it. His parents. His parents were calling his name. His eyes widened. His parents were searching for him.

“Shit, shit, shit, come on,” y/n yanked him by the arm. Taehyung got up, barely getting a chance to dust off his pants when y/n pulled him by the arm back down the dock. He could barely keep up as they jogged back. He glanced down at his hand holding hers when his eyes suddenly widened. “Wait!”, he called out, barely keeping up. “My jacket!”

Y/n cursed under her breath again, as she turned back to their previous spot, dragging him with her. Taehyung shook his head, trying to get rid of his blush. Swearing was strictly forbidden for royals but gosh, something about hearing y/n swear made his heart flutter. Y/n, who ran in front, grabbed his jacket. She turned around bumping into a very dazed and distracted Taehyung’s chest. “Take it!”

Taehyung snapped out of his trance, and grabbed his jacket before they sprinted back. He glanced back at her, their faces breaking into grins as they laughed. Taehyung held her hand as they climbed back down the steps of the dock.

“Hurry,” y/n pushed his shoulder. Taehyung took a few steps forward but something in his chest tugged him back around again. “When will we meet again?”

Y/n quickly rummaged through her handbag, pulling out a pen. She grabbed Taehyung’s hand and wrote her number down. She stood up on her toes and pecked his lips, before she ran away, leaving a blushing Taehyung with his hand feeling very empty.

“Taehyung!”

He hid his hand underneath his jacket as he turned around to his mother.

“There you are my dear, I have someone I want you to meet. Where did you run off too?”

He grinned, “I just needed some fresh air.”

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jxngh · 2 years

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i know ⊹ฺ

request: me and @myhobari talked and i found myself writing..

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: a little angst, smut and i got soft in the end

warnings: he's subby!! yeah i can't believe i did that either! oral (fem. receiving), calls reader mommy (just once and just for some friction), reader's jealous so don't be mad at her

word count : 1.2K

a/n : don't forget that he's an adult and can do anything he wants. freedom is important, just because he's an idol shouldn't mean that he can't be himself. go taehyung!!

don't be a silent reader, comments are sooo important to me ✨

" oh! you're home? never thought you'd come back this early monsieur.. " you said seeing your boyfriend leave his bag at the corner. you were washing the dishes.

" yeah i missed the prettiest mademoiselle.. " he said hugging his arms around you and leaving his chin on your shoulder. waited for a reaction from you. but you didn't feel like saying it back. maybe it was a little childish but you weren't gonna lie.

refreshing the page whole night, seeing - not so tae's kinda parties - gave you question marks. you knew it shouldn't but everyone seemed to tell you otherwise. you sat down, told your friends - the ones sent you messages about checking twitter - that you didn't see anything bothering you. then you found yourself waiting, waiting for him to say something, let you know that he's thinking of you or felt the need of letting you know. or just asking how you're doing.. but nothing happened and you felt upset. and maybe a little jealous?

" you're probably tired, go rest taehyung. " you said calmly, didn't wanna bother him with all the questions you had about the party.

you decided to not ask anything, if he wasn't gonna tell you, you weren't gonna say a word.

" taehyung? what happened to jagi? " he asked with a shocked tone, loosening his arms around you and looking at your side profile. you kept doing the dishes.

" uhm, nothing."

" are you upset baby? " he said holding your waist and turning you to him. you looked up to his eyes.

" why? is there a reason for that? " you asked, trying to keep your cool and don't be the one who starts an argument. but your voice seemed so cold.

" oh.. is it about the party? i didn't know ab- " you cut him off.

" you don't need to explain because you saw me in a low mood, do it if you want to. " you spoke. you knew that you shouldn't ruin his fun experience but you couldn't stop the feeling on your chest.

he held your wrists, removed the gloves and left kisses on both of your hands.

" i'm sorry my love, i should've at least let you know about it. you probably waited me right? it all happened too fast and bogum got my phone away from me cuz he didn't want me to post anything while i'm a little drunk.. people still shared everything, i know.. the party wasn't really my type so i focused on the cocktails.. but seems like i drank too much to care if it's my type.. " he explained looking at your eyes all the time.

you were feeling better but still wanted more.

" okay, i see. " you said reaching for your gloves but he stopped you and got your chin between his fingers.

" don't be sulky love, give your boyfriend a kiss.. " then his eyes found your lips " please. "

you breathed deeply and looked up at him. why was he the most handsome man you laid your eyes on? it was making everything harder for you. the skin that you want to be lost in, the messy hair which you only would make messier when your lips crash..

" i'm not sure if you deserve it. " you talked in a daring way, even though your mind was telling you to give in. your hands found the kitchen table behind you and chin moved up.

" how to prove that i do deserve it, love? you tell me. " and you hated the fact that he made you weak everytime he said 'love' with that honey voice.

then he started lowering his head and nuzzling his nose to your neck. he wasn't kissing or doing anything, just breathing. but still, got your heart beating faster.

" what about going on your knees for me, huh? like a good boy you said you are. " you said biting your inner cheek. you didn't know that you could be this bossy. it was exciting for both of you because you usually let him be the one in control.

" as you say so, my lady. " he said doing what you've asked without a question. you loved to see your man trying to win you back even though he never lost.

with a slow movement, he held your left ankle and looked up at you. there were hunger in his eyes, the way he slowly touched you turned you so on. didn't say anything and he started to leave wet kisses to inner side of your leg, then started to do the same to your right leg.

you were feeling hot, feeling his desire. you slowly moved your other feet on his crotch, adding pressure while going down.

he looked at you with dark eyes. a small hiss left out from his lips that you craved.

his dark eyes locked with yours again. he was getting harder and harder but it wasn't about him. at least for now and he knew that.

" will you let me taste you, m'lady? promise i'll be so fucking good.." and you nodded. you needed him badly.

" go on, show me. "

you were wearing a big shirt and a panty so he removed your underwear easily then held your knees and placed them on his shoulders.

everything was intense.

first he left kisses, long and wet ones. the sounds of them were making your breath hitch. then his tongue played with your inner lips without touching inside. but the wet sounds and his deep breaths between the licks.. you were dripping and moaning lightly.

" nngh, "

when he was sure that you're impatient, he left a kiss to your inner thigh. " take this as a little part of my apology plan, m'lady. "

and his tongue met your slit, firstly slow, kitten like licks then they got bold. you were unable to stay still but still wanted more.

your hands found his neck, long nails left mark on there then you got his hair between your hands, pulling him closer to your entrance as if he isn't close.

" keep it, be a good boy for me-uhh.. like that.. "

you were already losing yourself but the slow moans that left his mouth and sent vibrations into your pussy was something you didn't expect. it was enough to make you go crazy.

the love of your love between your thighs? you were on the moon.

" shit, don't stop.. mmmh " you moaned fisting his hair. and he continued like it's his favorite desert.

" come for me mommy.. let me taste your sweetness..please.. " he said between sending his tongue inside and you couldn't hold yourself anymore. you came so hard, legs trembling and breath searching for more oxygen.

he was smiling and giving pecks your inner thighs.

you took his face between your hands after he slowly put your legs on their place. then his hands found your hips and you moved your face closer to him. it was a thank you kiss, sweet yet you still sucked his bottom lip hard.

" i don't want you to think that i'm upset because you had fun. i just couldn't help myself.. im sorr- " you said unable to resist him when he kissed you slow, pouring himself. then you started to talk again with a soft smile as he watched you with loving eyes.

" guess i was jealous, " you looked down. " but i'm so happy you're feeling free baby. i know it's so important to you, i feel the same about it. " your chest wasn't heavy anymore.

" i know baby, i know you. " and you both kissed till you jumped out off of the table and got him to shower, helping him as he kissed you anytime he could.

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fluffyydumplings · 2 years

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Poof… Where are We?

Witch One Will Win? - Part 9

Summary: Melted into dust, they descend to a wonderous wonderland of yellow!

Word Count: 738

Pairings: writer!reader x witch!yoongi x writer!jimin / alien!jungkook x vampire!hoseok x werewolf!taehyung

Genre: fluff / crack!au / angst / fantasy!au / sci-fi!au

Warning: none (please do tell me if you find any)

A/N: @hobateas heehee! Heehee! Heee! Longest chapter I have written in a long while.. Very close to the end! That’s where the sci-fi parts kick in.. I love how nonsensical yet fun this fic is. I have so much fun writing it… truly :)

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*And poof they went?*

‘And I didn't even get to glare at the other two,’ with his fingers on the bridge of his nose, Jimin sighs.

‘Amber village?’ hoseok looks around, the yellow glistening stones that surround him almost too bright for his eyes to handle.

‘I think so, Hyung..’

‘Me too, Hyung,’ they both nod their heads absentmindedly in agreement.

*cling*

*clang*

*bing*

*bang*

*bong*

*boong*

‘Bibi di bobi di boo boo.. That’s not my line,’ she shakes her head around, a sardonic smile on her pretty little face.

‘Yoongi.. Fairy Godmother of Amber Ville,’ the map disappears from the grasp of their hands.

‘Your map is- wrong,’ she points her wand at the brown scroll.

‘You should throw it away...’

*a moment of utter silence*

‘Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!’

‘Okay.. You can have it back..’ she tosses it at them.

‘Thank yo-’

‘Don’t thank me just yet.. You’ll have to go pick up rice grains soon.’

‘Rice grains?’ oh Jungkook was about to have a migraine.

‘Amber old oh village.. Don’t be fooled! That little pile of amber there,’ she teleports there, her fingers grazing that of the amber.

‘That’s all they’ve got,’ in a whisper like secrets shared between friends, she breaks out into laughter.

‘The people want to make scorched rice soup.. That’s what picking up the rice grains are for..’

‘But? How? What?’ hobi is in shambles.

‘Rice on this side of the world is guarded in a chest by a dragon.’

Oh, this would be the perfect moment for Tae to faint..

‘Excuse me..’

‘Excuse me?’ Yoongi flutters along the daisy path and displays a confused look on her face.

‘Yes...’

‘But... Where is this dragon?’

‘There...’

Yoongi seems to end up pointing at everything today..

‘The hole over there? In the ground?’ Tae has hands over his mouth as his eyes budge with horror.

‘Do you have fireproof shields, fairy Godmother?’ Tae pleads with his eyes.

*awkwardness permeates through the air*

‘Just call me Yoongi,’ she was on the brink of tears... Was it of anger, was it of irritation or was it because she accidentally inhaled powdered sugar from the sweet you gifted her two hours ago.

‘Yes ma’am..’

‘Yes yes..’

‘Indeed..’

They all say after one another..

‘Mr dragon! Excuse me, Mr Dragon!’

He is replied with nothing but a breath of warm air that permeates through his soul -the poor tae-shaped soul...

*cue tutorial music*

‘How to Defeat a Dragon!’

‘A guide by Kim Taehyung,’ Hoseok says, not without the presence of a big big frown on his face.

‘Try One!’ Jungkook announces, dragged into yet another one of the elder’s silly role-playing..

‘Try to scare the dragon!’

They both stare at the boy who wears two pairs of teeth as a smile.. He’s grinning widely.. almost as though he was showing you how to make brownies - the kind with extra sprinkles mixed in.. for extra colour rather than flavour..

‘Rawrrrr..’

And he is blown away, as the other two are taken by surprise.. Do they clap, do they scream or do they pay for his hospital bill…

‘I’m okay,’ a thumbs up that signifies his well-being - or simply the fact that he is still breathing.. however much there is left of it at least..

‘Try Two.. Be One With The DRAGON!’

‘Hobi Hyung, Jungkook! Be scared, for I am a dragon!’

And they sit there despondent, terri- they don’t know him!

‘I doubt a dragon would know who we are!’ Jungkook screams dramatically over to Tae.

‘Humans! Scoundrels! Bastards! I am a dragon, therefore you should be scared of me!’

And they sit there with nothing but disgust on their faces..

‘Try three.. Fight the dragon!‘

With their teeth clenched, ‘I don’t think it’s a good plan, Tae.’ ‘I don’t either..’

‘Ahhh… Ahhhh… I don’t want to hurt it!’

‘Try four,’ with fake tears grazing his eyes, he continues to speak his heart out.

‘Befriend the dragon!’

‘Dear dragon, sir- Would you consider befriending the likes of me? I am kind, very kind.. and most of all - very kind.. I am a werewolf in my prime.. We wolves don’t age much though… But, yes.. I am a werewolf..’

The dragon eyes Tae with suspicion..

‘I doubt it understands you, Tae,‘ Hoseok blinks along with that of Jungkook.

‘Try Four,’ with a tired screech on his face, he says once again.

*poof*

‘What in the-’

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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Pairing- Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 2.5k

Includes- Public sex, fingering, riding, squirting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Tae POV

"A tree?", she asks looking at her boss

"Well more like black veins along here", her boss says, pointing along my neck down to my chest

"Black veins"

He hands her a paper, "Yeah like a zombie infection. Like In the movies"

"Yeah ok, I can do that", she agrees, looking at the paper

He points to the paper, "Then this phrase, under his eye"

She takes the paper and reads it, "The shadow like me"

"Yes", her boss says

"Ok. I can do this. No problem", she answers

Her boss nods then leaves and she turns to me

She looks down at me, swallowing hard

I don't have a shirt on so it's easier for her to do the fake tattoo

Picking up the marker, she asks, "Can you tilt your head to the side please?"

I do and she comes closer, pressing the marker to my skin

I feel the tip of the marker move along my neck, watching her in the mirror

She starts out with just normal lines, mapping out the tattoo

Her eyes glance between my skin and the reference picture she was given

She leans over me more, using the marker to draw the design on my neck and down to part of my chest

She's so pretty

Beautiful

I need her closer and I pull her on my lap so she's straddling me

"Tae!", she protests

"Shh pumpkin. Stay"

I just want her as close as she can get

"Tae, no one knows about us", she whispers

"They will now", I answer, pulling her to me in a kiss

I'm so tired of hiding her

For two years I had to hide her from everyone except the guys

She's my everything and I love her so much

I want everyone to know she's mine

She kisses me back, her hands playing with the hair at the back of my neck

When we pull away, she looks at me shyly, her cheeks pink

"So cute baby"

"Shush Tae", she teases, tilting my head back, "Lemme finish this tattoo"

She continues drawing the tattoo

I don't know what it's supposed to be

A tree, veins, lines?

No clue and she doesn't have a clue either

She just follows what the design

The marker moves steadily, her other hand on my chest, holding herself upright

She moves in my lap to get closer, her face in such concentration

The movement causes her to slide on my cock, making me hard

Well, harder than I already was

I was hard when I put her on me

"Hey pumpkin", I call, casually

"Yeah?"

"Wearing the panties I asked you to?"

She nods

"Good girl", I say, moving my hand under her skirt

I touch her, feeling her soaked pussy

She wore the crotchless panties I bought her last week

"Tttt...Tae. I can't...I can't do this if you're touching me"

"Too bad pumpkin. Do your job baby"

She huffs but continues to draw the tattoo on my neck

Sliding my fingers in her cunt, she inhales sharply, making me smirk

"You're a jerk Kim Taehyung"

"A jerk whose gonna make you cum"

"Tae no. Not here. There's people here"

"Then you better cum quick pumpkin"

Moving my fingers back, I slam them back in her cunt

She bites her lip, choking back a moan

I rapidly move my fingers in and out of her, my thumb on her clit, rubbing her hard

Her cunt floods my fingers and I'm pretty sure my pants too

"Tae", she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed

"Eyes open pumpkin. You're supposed to be working"

She opens her eyes again, and I feel the marker continuing to move against my skin

Moving my fingers around, I hit her spot, making her gasp

"There we go baby", I smirk

"You're evil", she breathes

"Am I? I just want my pumpkin to feel good"

Her eyes move to mine

"You want to tease me and make me cum in public"

She knows me well

I nod

"Is my tattoo done?"

She shakes her head

"Let's go then baby"

I see her hand shake but she starts again, the marker against my shoulder now

"You're fingers feel so good", she moans softly

Her pussy is completely soaked, throbbing on my fingers hard

"Gonna cum baby?"

"Mmmm hmmm", she says, trying to focus on her job

"Cum on my fingers pumpkin"

"Fuck Tae", she whispers, her body shaking as she cums

She forces her eyes open, her hand gripping my shoulder so hard

My fingers get sticky with her creamy cum and I keep finger fucking her until she finishes

"That's my good girl", I say, pulling my hand out, then put my fingers one by one in my mouth, sucking her cum off them

"So fucking sweet", I smirk

She swallows hard, "Jesus Tae"

"My baby tastes so good for me. I could eat you all day"

"Sss.... stop"

"Still horny baby?"

She nods

I look around but there's no one near us

We're tucked into a corner that's away from everyone

Away from attention

"Good baby. Get on my cock"

"Taehyung are you insane?", she whisper yells

"No. But if you don't, I'm gonna get mad and you'll be punished later"

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head

She knows what I mean

How I'll play with her until she's ready to cum and then stop

Over and over

Then I'll cum inside her and she'll get nothing until tomorrow

Reaching under her skirt, I pull my sweatpants and boxers down, my cock straight up and hard

"C'mon pumpkin. On"

She lifts herself up and I grab her ass, moving her right over my cock

"Down baby"

My head goes inside, her juice running down my length

"Baby's so wet", I comment and she nods

She slides down my cock a little at a time, her tight pussy gripping into me tightly

She's always so fucking tight no matter how many times I fuck her open

Always choking my cock so fucking well

"Keep going pumpkin. Get me all in your pretty hole"

She nods, sliding down in one go, burying me inside her

She moans softly, shaking and her cunt pulsing

"Ooo baby, that feels good", I groan

I push up into her to make sure I'm all in

She grabs my arm hard, her eyes closed, shivering again

"I'm against your spot huh baby?"

She nods

"Good. Rock on me"

"Tae people will see"

"I don't care. No one is going to come here and if they do I still don't care"

I don't care

She feels to good to stop

She's perfect for me, taking my whole cock so well

Her hips begin to move back and forth, rubbing her spot on my head

"There's my good girl", I praise her as pleasure fills my body

Lifting her arm with the marker, I bring it closer to my neck

She gets the hint and continues to add on to the tattoo

Every rock makes her pussy flood and throb on my cock

Slipping my hands back under her skirt, I grip her hips and move her faster

"Oh god Tae"

"Like it baby? Like my cock making your pussy feel so good?"

She nods, "Love it Tae"

I smile at her, kissing her cheek

The marker stills as her breathing gets harder

"Cum", I demand

Her body listens to me, shaking on top of me

Her hand presses hard against my chest, her head down, eyes closed

"Taehyung", she whispers so softly

God I love it

She calls my name everytime she cums and I will never get tired of hearing it

I close my own eyes as pleasure bursts in my body from her orgasm

Her orgasms are so fucking pleasurable for me

It's crazy

It's never felt that good with anyone before her

I was blown away the first time she came on me

I was immediately addicted

"Good job baby girl." I compliment when she finishes, "Now bounce"

She doesn't argue this time, her legs immediately moving, sliding her up and down my shaft

"That's it. Throb harder pumpkin."

I feel her clenching me over and over, pleasure blasting my body

"Oh yeah baby. Look at you fucking my cock in public"

"Mmmm hmmm"

"Such a slut, letting anyone see you if they look this way"

"Mmmm big slut for your cock Tae", she murmurs, her pussy drowning my cock and pelvis in her juice

"Gonna squirt baby?"

I fucking love when she squirts

"Yes Tae...but...I don't...I...go everywhere"

"It's ok baby. I'll just tell them I spilled water"

"Oh god Tae"

"Squirt pumpkin. Soak me", I urge her, moving my hand under her skirt again and rubbing her clit

She gasps loudly, her eyes closed

"Shh pumpkin you have to be quiet."

"Tae...I..", she says

I quickly grab her chin, making her open her eyes and look at me

"I will be very mad if you don't be quiet. I'll take you off me right now and you won't get my cock for the rest of the night"

"No Tae. Want it. Don't...don't take it from me"

"Then you have to be quiet if you want to cum"

She nods, her eyes so fucked out

"Good girl. Squirt"

Her eyes roll back and she breathes hard

My entire pelvis and cock get soaked as she squirts around me, whispering my name

I know my sweatpants are soaked and probably the chair too

It turns me on like nothing else

"Good job pumpkin. Keep riding"

Her hips don't stop moving, bouncing faster

"I want your cum pumpkin. Cream up my cock good"

"Tae", she says louder

"I told you to be quiet", I growl

"But..but your cock feels too good"

"Pumpkin if you listen and be quiet, I'll eat your pussy over and over tonight", I promise her

"Shit", she says quietly

"I know you love my tongue on you, sucking your throbbing clit, my tongue fucking you good like my cock"

She nods her head rapidly

She's so fucked out and so pretty

"Then I'll give you my cock and fuck you in every position I can think of, making you cum until your pussy is numb"

She moans quietly

"Want that pumpkin?"

She nods her head rapidly

"Then be quiet and cream my cock"

She hits her spot on my head, fucking herself right there

It takes three hits there for her to lose it

She bites her lip hard to stop herself from screaming, her head down again, eyes shut tightly

Her orgasm takes me right there

"Gonna cum inside"

She nods and I let go

Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, holding back a scream and pure pleasure takes over, making my body shake

Jesus Christ it feels amazing coming inside her warm throbbing cunt

My favorite place to cum

When I finish, I take a few seconds to breathe, then I open my eyes

"Pumpkin?", I call

Her head is still down, her hair covering her face

She lifts her head, her hand over her mouth

"Pumpkin? What's wrong?", I ask, alarmed

She moves her hand and I sit straight up, holding onto her so she doesn't fall

"Pumpkin what did you do?", I ask, grabbing tissues next to me and pressing it to her bleeding lip

"Bit too hard", she murmurs, taking the tissue and holding it against her lip

"Pumpkin, I'm sorry"

Shit

This isn't what I wanted to happen

I wanted to have fun with her not make her hurt herself

"Not your fault. Well it is. You made me feel so good, I had to bite hard to keep quiet", she smiles, moving the tissue away

I blink, surprised

She's not mad?

She's hurt, her lip cut up and the part she bit huge and swollen

"Jo, you're not mad at me?"

She looks at me like I'm insane

"No baby. Not at all. It's fine. It's my fault.", she answers, dabbing her lip with the tissue

She smiles, kissing my cheek

"Put your cock away baby", she whispers

I laugh, pulling my boxers and sweatpants back up

Getting more tissues she discreetly cleans up my cum from her, throwing the tissues in the garbage next to her

She moves, getting off me

"Pumpkin", I whine

"Shush. I need to finish this baby or you'll be the only one not ready. And I'll get in trouble."

I don't want to get her in trouble so I don't say anything

She keeps working on my neck and my eyes move down to my pants

And the huge wet spot that's on the front of it

"Damn pumpkin", I grin, "You made a big mess"

"Huh?", she asks, following my gaze

She gasps, her cheeks turning pink, "Shit"

"Don't worry pumpkin. I spilled water remember?", I smirk

"But it doesn't look like water. It looks uh..sticky"

I shrug, grabbing a tissue and wiping the spot

"Now it looks like water"

She rolls her eyes, then goes back to my shoulder

After a few minutes she's finishes with my neck, then moves to my other side

She pushes back my hair, gently tilting my head back

I feel the marker slides across my cheek as she writes the phrase

I watch her, her beautiful face in concentration as she moves the marker across my skin

She's so stunning, her brown eyes so big and shining

I can fall into them for hours

I love her so much

I never expected to fall in love so young but fuck, I was so happy falling for her

She's the absolutely best

Her eyes flicker to mine and she smiles her gorgeous smile

"Done baby", she says softly, moving the marker away and capping it

"Kiss me", I ask

Her smile gets wider as she leans down pressing her lips to mine

Stars burst in my vision as I deepens the kiss, my tongue against hers, reaching up and burying my hand in her pretty soft hair

Her hand cups my cheek, gently stroking my face

When the kiss ends and we pull away, I smile at her, running my fingers in her hair

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you my Tae", she whispers, kissing me softly

"Hey! Cut it out with the lip smacking", Jin jokes coming over

She pulls away from me, smiling and blushing

"I can't help it Jinnie. He's so kissable", she laughs

"Yeah well he's gonna get in trouble if he doesn't go change"

"Is that why you're interrupting our kissing time?", I ask him

"Yup. Get your ass to the stylist Tae"

I roll my eyes as he walks away

"Go baby. You need to change so you can be the sexy beast you are", she teases

"Yeah?", I grin, standing up, "Well this sexy beast is going to ruin his girl when we get home later"

"Can't wait", she giggles, standing in her toes to kiss me

I lean down, my lips against hers

Then I take her hand and pull her with me towards the stylist

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motivated, so chapter 3 💋

i look around my kitchen and it’s just as I remembered it. though it’s been a month and I didn’t expect a robber to come in and rearrange my things. i take out the jin ramen and boil some water, then put the contents of the pack inside. i pull a claw clip from the bag that I carried on the bus and look in my reflection on the fridge to my hair. i twirl my hair around till im satisfied, then clip my hair up and out of the way.

it’s been a few months since I’ve seen my boyfriend. he’s been busy with his job, and I’ve been lounging at home, picking up his call whenever he could call me. i’m currently in ilsan away from the public so that no rumors go out, and im a foreigner from the states so it can be a little difficult with communication. i spend my time learning some Korean, so that when he calls or when he comes, we can communicate fairly. he’s always impressed and that makes it worthwhile.

i see the steam and i break from my thoughts, I drain it out then put it in a bowl, then put in the spice sauce, just for entertainment purposes. (he hates spicy food, but it makes you live longer. cant have him die anytime soon.)

i come to the living room where we were, and no longer was he there. “babe,” I call out to him. i look around the room. i go up the stairs and I hear jingling sounds, and in the hallway is he and my dog. he baby talks the dog in Korean and it licks all over him, sitting on his chest as he lays on the floor, scratching his head and rubbing his fur. for the tenth time today a smile makes its way to my face.

“the ramen is ready,” I say sitting beside him, cross cross. he sits up and my dog is in his lap. he leans over and kisses my cheek. he bites it too and I scrunch my nose, I can’t believe I almost forgot he had that habit. i had a fairly round face and he found it cute. from an insecurity it became one of my favorite parts of myself.

“thank you,” he says in his native tongue, and stands up and lends me a hand up too. mono follows him, it seems he likes him better than me. he sits on the floor and the mini table is set up, we say our prayers and eat. he hissed the boyish hiss when he tastes the spice, “AGGHH,” he lays back onto the floor dramatically, his hood lifting up and the smooth skin of his stomach and the band of his boxers revealing themselves. what I loved about him was that he wasn’t ripped, but he was definitely fit. he was fairly thin, his calves and his frame, he did have a smooth jawline and a flat chest. the contrast between our bodies his mother said she found pretty, and I hold that close to my heart whenever I feel insecure.

i pinch his stomach, “sit up and take the heat.” i say in a playful manner, slurping the ramen like it’s nothing. “you eat it better than me and i am Korean.” he says, to which I giggle. “get on my level.” i say, to which he sits up and narrows his eyes at me. i narrow my eyes in return, to which he brings his face closer to mine. i almost break but I keep the act. it goes on for another minute before he bites my nose and I squeal. he laughs his pretty laugh and eats the ramen.

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taleasnewastime · 3 years

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Caught in the crossfire | Chapter 4

Summary: Taehyung gets paid to kill people, he isn’t ashamed to admit it (though it’s not something he shouts about). To date he has never found a reason that someone didn’t deserve to die. That the person hadn’t committed some hideous act. That the world wouldn’t be a better place without them in it. But that was before he got sent your information.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: assassin au; strangers to lovers; 18+ rating.

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: Explicit sex, slight plays for power/both trying to be dom, safe sex, wall sex, clothed sex, kind of hate sex, a lot of angst, family issues

Authors Note: 11.6k... my hand slipped... the chapters seem to just be getting longer and longer, whoops. This will probably be the longest one though, not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, thanks for reading this far and enjoy!!

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Taehyung’s POV

Much like he had done to you, Taehyung scoped out your supposed dad. The man certainly thought he was even if you didn’t know, but how he knew or had found out, Taehyung wasn’t sure, because he couldn’t find anything suggesting to that. No documents with your names together, no photos, no rumours or whispers of illegitimate children. Maybe you were right, maybe speaking to your mum was a good idea. He believed you when you said you didn’t know who your dad was, he didn’t even think a professional actress could have pulled off the genuine shock you displayed. That’s what made the decision for him. He’d come this far, helped you out this much, he would see it through to the end.

He didn’t know what else to do but do what he always does. But Robert Morton wasn’t like anyone he had ever followed before. Taehyung had had to follow and assess many high-level and dangerous people before, some mafia bosses, he’d even had to scope out a politician or two before, but never anyone like Robert Morton.

The man had security coming out of his ass. He was so tightly monitored that Taehyung worried that they’d recognise his car in multiple locations if he wasn’t careful. But he wasn’t classed as one of the best assassins for nothing. This was his job.

He did this, watched people, monitored their movements, learned their routines. But it was also so different, normally he was looking for an opening to take a shot, or a place to kill the person. He wasn’t looking for that here. He didn’t know what was going to happen to Robert Morton, he wasn’t here to find out when and how to best kill him, he didn’t really know what he was looking for, but he knew he at least wasn’t looking for that.

Sat in the car watching the door where Robert had just disappeared, Taehyung couldn’t help but think how useless this probably was. He had been monitoring him for just over a day and yet he couldn’t help but think he had all the information he would get. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but sat here looking at a closed door was not going to help. But the thought of going back to his flat stirred something in him, and he wasn’t sure if it was a pleasant feeling or one of pure dread. Because if he went back to his flat, you’d be there and that meant he’d be in the space that he was so used to, somewhere he spent so many hours, but a space that had never felt so small with you there. You seemed to occupy every inch of the space, and now seemingly every inch of his mind.

He could barely get through an evening with you. Taehyung was normally quite a calm person, something he prided himself on, but around you, that all went out the window. He wasn’t sure what it was, but you set ablaze a fire within him, a heat that caused him to lose all sense of rational.

It was probably due to the fact that you were so stubborn. He was trying to help you, and yet you were not making it easy. But then he had had strange feelings towards from you since walking into your shop. Different, you were so unlike anyone he had ever encountered, and that was probably why you caused a reaction in Taehyung unlike anything he had experienced.

So this was safer. Him being away from you was the safest thing. Even if Robert Moton was probably in bed asleep right now, much like Taehyung should be. Even if he was just going to sit in his car and gain no information that would help you. Even if you were passed out on Taehyung’s sofa, not even in a state to talk to him if he was home.

He’d watched you fall asleep, like a creep, had watched the steady breaths leave your mouth, the steady rhythm of your body rising and falling. It took him longer than it should have to catch himself out and realise what he was doing. He’d laid a blanket on you and then escaped as quickly as possible. He couldn’t trust himself around you, not even while you slept.

But this wasn’t helping anyone, let alone him. He needed to go back to his flat and at least eat. From there he could figure out the rest.

Y/N’s POV

You must have fallen asleep on the sofa the previous night as that’s where you find yourself waking up the next morning. The blanket you’d been using still draped over you, the clothes you’d been wearing all day still on. You were turning into a slob.

Stretching, you look at your phone and see that your body clock is still waking you up in time for the work you weren’t going to today. After a small debate the previous night, you’d agreed to not go back to the shop until things were ‘back to normal’. So you had messaged some of the people who you’ve asked to help out at the shop before, and Linda had said she would happily manage the shop for the day. You’d also got Taehyung to promise to bring you your laptop over so that you could at least do some admin while you were sat in his flat.

Rubbing your face to try and get rid of the remaining sleep, you hear the sounds of cupboards opening and closing, and the kettle boiling. Giving another big stretch as you stand up, you try to tame your bed hair as you shuffle towards the noise.

Taehyung stands with his back to you, pouring cereal into a bowl already full of milk. But that wasn’t what your attention was drawn to. Your eyes weren’t even on the broad, muscular back that stretched the material of his pyjama top. Though they did linger there appreciatively for a second or two. No, what your eyes were truly drawn to were his legs. He wore a matching pyjama set, one half light blue stripes, the other half dark blue stripes. And the bottoms were shorts, exposing his bare legs. His thick, muscular, tanned legs. The skin seemed to be stretched taught over the muscles, the skin golden and smooth.

It’s a miracle that you manage to drag your eyes away from them as you notice him turning his attention to you. But as you meet his eyes, you can tell he caught exactly where you were looking. A cocky smile blooms on his face as he leans back into the counter.

“If killing people for a job wasn’t bad enough, you truly are a monster if you put your milk in before your cereal.”

He doesn’t flinch at your harsh words, and you’re glad. You wanted to take his attention away from your obvious drooling, but you didn’t mean to insult him. Killing people for work was questionable, but from what you knew Taehyung seemed like at least a half decent person, his morals seemed somewhat ok, and you didn’t know enough about what he actually did to judge it. Plus, he was helping you out, in a way that you don’t think you could ever repay, the least you could do was not insult him.

Something about him really ground into you though. Made it hard to bite back the harsh words at times. You weren’t sure what it was. But his cocky smiles definitely didn’t help.

“I’m sure there are more legal professions that are just as bad, if not worse,” he smoothly replies. “As for the cereal, it’s all a matter of taste. Who’s to say you’re not the monster putting the milk in after the cereal?”

“Urm, let me think,” your voice is thick with sarcasm. “Just the entire population.”

“Just because society says something should be done a certain way doesn’t mean it’s right.” This was getting far too deep for 6:30 on a Thursday morning. As if also sensing that, Taehyung picks up the box of cereal and says, “fancy a bowl?”

You nod your head and watch as he picks up the milk, cereal and grabs a bowl, placing it all on the small table in the corner of the room.

“I’ll let you do it,” he says, flashing you a big boxy smile before going to get his own bowl, and then sitting opposite you.

The table is so small and his legs so large that your knees almost touch when he’s settled opposite you. Heat flows to your core at some of the thoughts that flick through your head. But you try to focus on pouring out your cereal, rather than the heat of Taehyungs legs.

When you finally add your milk, you look up to find Taehyung already looking at you. You hope he didn’t notice the slight shake in your hands as you poured the cereal, or sense the nervous that dance through you. Taking a mouthful of cereal, you scold yourself. You’re acting like a high schooler who’s been partnered with her crush in some assignment, not the adult you actually are. He’s a man, an attractive one, sure, but still just a man.

“You don’t dress like an assassin.” You refrain from covering your face in embarrassment at the single most stupid thing you’ve ever said.

Taehyung’s head cocks to the side as he looks at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “And what do assassins wear?”

You shrug, acting nonchalant, though you feel anything but. Still, you force yourself to hold his gaze as you say, “all black, leather, baseball caps, big black boots, probably a smart suit of some kind.”

“Sounds very uncomfortable,” he says, his voice cool, though the smile still plays on his lips, giving away how amused he is.

“Isn’t black more inconspicuous than whatever you wear?”

“I think if you saw someone walking around in what you just described they would draw your attention more than the normal clothes I wear. I’m not Ethan Hunt or Jack Reacher, or any Tom Cruise character for that matter.”

He made a good point. He would stand out more than blend in if he was walking around like he was in fancy dress, playing the part of an assassin. But then even in his normal clothes, Taehyung fails to blend in. His looks made him stand out in any crowd. Maybe it was just your eyes that get drawn to him whenever he’s around, but from the book event he came too and watching all the women secretly swoon over him, and then the jealously that seeped off Louise yesterday; you doubt it’s just you that feels that way around him. No, Taehyung definitely drew every eye in the room, regardless of what he was wearing.

“Plus, I need to feel comfortable to make a good shot. I can’t be in tight restrictive clothes when I’m... working, otherwise that’s all I’ll think about.” He talks so casually about it, but the stumble and struggle to think of the word working reminds you of what he does. Because it’s not normal. “And what about you?”

“What do I wear when I kill people?” You joke and the smile widens on Taehyung’s face.

“No. You don’t exactly dress like a book shop owner.”

You let out a small snort. “And what do book shop owners wear?”

Taehyung takes a mouthful of cereal while he thinks. You only watch as his eyes dance across the room in thought, leaving the silence until he fills it. It’s not awkward, in fact it’s comfortable. You’re happy that for once you’re not at each other's throats, it’s nice to know that the two of you can have a normal conversation and not just bicker.

“Frilly dresses, bright colours, dungarees, cardigans, big round glasses,” he flashes you his signature boxy smile as he watches your reaction.

You laugh, shaking your head at the words, and the sound only causes Taehyung's smile to widen.

“So you think I should be dressed as a hippy?”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with dungarees. In fact, I own a pair myself.”

“And what about a frilly dress?” You laugh.

“I could be in the market,” he raises his eyebrows suggestively at you, making you laugh harder.

Easy, you realise, conversations with Taehyung are easy. You had known that before this whole mess, had spoken to him when you were in the shop. But even then, you were the professional shop keeper, you didn’t know him as well as you did now, something had still been making conversations that bit harder back then.

But now, even though you still didn’t fully know him, it felt like the two of you had revealed too much about yourselves, had been through too much together, to have stilted conversations. You enjoyed talking to him, enjoyed that you could say what you felt, could throw a few hurtful words at him when you weren’t feeling your best and he would take it on the chin. You’d never had that with anyone. Even with your mum who you were impossibly close with. But even with her there were secrets that kept the two of you that bit apart, secrets like who your dad was.

You needed to talk to her. And you would, today. As soon as Taehyung left to do whatever it is he does, you would call her up and talk to her about everything. You wish you could go and visit her, still contemplated doing just that, even though you knew the risk. It would be so much easier to see her, to talk this out in person not over a phone. Maybe you could invite her here, rather than go to her. But even if you knew Taehyungs address, the risk would be the same, and you wouldn’t do that to Taehyung.

“What are you doing today?” You ask.

You take another mouthful of cereal, your bowl almost empty, and though Taehyung had had almost double the amount you had, he was also nearly done. You were soon to be left alone in the flat again.

“I have a few bits to still figure out,” he looks up at you and you see the moment he decides to tell you more. This was all about you after all, and you knew everything now, he shouldn’t try to hide things from you, shouldn’t try and protect you. You weren’t his to protect. “I’m meeting a friend. He’s a lawyer, and I want to see what he thinks. We still need more evidence, but if we get it, I want to see what he thinks we should do.”

We. Not you. No, because Taehyung was roping himself into this mess. He didn’t have to, but he was. He still hadn’t given you a reason for it. Sure, last night he’d told you it was because he didn’t deem what was happening was right, but there was a lot of wrong things happening in this world, that didn’t mean you had to fight them all.

You were thankful for it, for him. He knew what he was doing, or at least pretended to, and you needed that.

“Let me know what they say?”

His face softens at the words, tilting his head in that way that makes it look like he’s trying to figure something out about you.

“Of course,” he says it softly, but firmly.

You nod your head in thanks to him. No words, or actions, will ever be enough to express how you feel for what he is doing.

Taehyung scrapes his spoon along the bottom of his bowl, picking up the last dregs of his milk and cereal.

“See, the perfect amount of milk,” he gives your bowl a pointed look, which has no cereal but a lot of milk left.

You roll your eyes, but a light laugh escapes your mouth.

Taehyung stands up, collecting both the bowls and heads to deposit them in the sink. Your eyes float back down to his legs with his back now to you, but don’t stay there long, you don’t want to be caught staring again.

“I’m going to get changed and then head out. If I don’t see you before, have a good day and I’ll see you later.”

You look up at him towering over you as you still remain seated. Your throat bobs as you swallow, and you hope he didn’t notice. And though he gives you no impression to suggest he did, you know that he saw everything.

“You too,” you reply and watch as he starts to head out the door. “And Taehyung,” he pauses and looks over his shoulder at you. “Just – be careful, please.”

A small smile plays on his lips as he takes in your words. He probably didn’t need to be careful, could probably take out anyone without much effort. But you still wanted to tell him the words.

“You too,” he says before turning and heading out the door.

You didn’t see Taehyung before he left. Not long after he disappeared from the kitchen you had headed to your own room. Having a shower, you had finally gotten out of the day-old clothes.

Feeling fresher, and after all the sleep yesterday, awake, you set up at the kitchen table and went through the shop’s accounts. It was one of your least favourite tasks that came with your job. You had considered hiring an accountant, but looking into the cost had deemed it too expensive. When the shop was doing better, you’d consider it again, but for now it was your job.

The day flew by, and before too long your stomach was grumbling for food. Looking through Taehyung’s cupboards and fridge, you begrudgingly took out one of Louise’s ready meals. It was actually really good, but you didn’t want to admit that it, so you scowled through the whole meal like a child.

Tidying up after yourself, you decide now is the best time to call your mum. But ring after ring and she doesn’t answer. You attempt to call her twice and with no answer you give up for a bit, trying and failing to not panic, you attempt to focus back on your work. But even your attempts to regularly call your mum go unanswered. The worry creeping into you only gets worse as the hours pass with no answer.

You finally reach breaking point after the tenth unanswered call. Thoughts of her lying dead in her home flick through your mind, and you don’t give Taehyung's request for you to stay in the flat a second thought as you get a bag of things together.

Walking out onto the street feels odd. It takes a minute for you to get your bearings, not knowing where Taehyungs flat actually is in relation to anywhere in the city. You pick a direction and start walking, hoping to fall upon somewhere you’ll recognise. In your panic-stricken mind, it takes you far too long to remember you own a phone, and could either just look on your maps, or call an uber.

Much like when Taehyung drove you to his flat just a few days ago, when you get in the uber, your mind feels blank to the world around you, your thoughts consuming you. Your leg bobs nervously as your eyes focus on the clock in the car, every minute feels like an hour. Why didn’t you go to your mum straight away? Why had you left it so long? Anything could have happened to her, and you’ve just been thinking about yourself.

When you finally reach the curb of your childhood home, you leap out of the car without so much as a goodbye. In reality, all this rushing would amount to nothing if your mum is already dead, but to you it feels like every minute you waste, is a minute that she could be saved.

You try to keep your panic hidden as you ring the doorbell, you didn’t want to scare your mum when she answers the door. But when the door doesn’t open after a minute you find it hard, pushing the bell as if it will summon her quicker.

When an annoyed and slightly worried face finally appears, door opening wide, you don’t hesitate in throwing yourself in your mum's waist.

“Y/N?” You have to stop the tears from forming in your eyes, your mum finally bringing her arms to encompass you too. “What’s happening? What’s wrong?” There’s worry and panic in her voice at your abnormal behaviour.

So much for trying not to worry her.

You needed to calm down. You need to remain rational. You needed to talk to your mum about everything, but you didn’t want to do it stood on her doorstep, and certainly didn’t want to make her more worried than necessary.

So far, you were doing a poor job on all accounts.

“Sorry,” you say, pulling away from her. “It’s just been a weird week.”

The worry remains in her eyes as she looks at you, a small crease between her eyebrows as her eyes flick across your face, her hand remaining on your arm.

“Let’s go have some tea and I’ll explain everything,” you try again.

It takes another second but you finally get your mum back inside, and while she goes to make you both a tea, you try not to fidget in the living room. Again, you do a poor job, your mum's eyes immediately going to your fingers picking at the skin around your nails when she walks in with your teas. She hands you one of the mugs before taking a seat opposite you, her back straight, bum perched on the edge of her seat, no part of her relaxed.

“What’s happing Y/N?”

Straight to the point, no small talk or attempts to catch up. You can’t blame her, if she had turned up at your door the way you had turned up at hers, you’d react the same.

You can’t look her in the eyes as you search for the best way to say what you want to say. Do you go straight in the way she has? Or do you play for more time? Both options seemed just as bad as the other. Taking a deep breath, you raise your eyes up enough to see your mums reaction.

“Who’s my dad?”

Your mum physically recoils at the words, shock flashes across her face, but she recovers well. She’s back to sitting straight in no time, a well-practiced reaction, but you’d seen the lapse enough to know that all your fears were about to be confirmed.

“I’ve told you before, your father -”

“Please,” you cut her off, knowing she’s about to say what she always says. “Just tell me.”

“Where is all of this coming from Y/N?”

“I told you. It’s been a weird week.”

Her eyes search your face again, as if searching for answers there. There’s a tension in the room you rarely feel when around your mum. A strain between you as you both hold your cards close to your chest.

Your mum is the first to break, a deep sigh coming out of her, the effect like a pin has popped her, all the air flowing out of her, her body no longer rigid. She sinks down into her seat, and is now the one who can’t look you in the eyes.

“I did it to protect you. All those times you brought it up, I never told you because it was better you didn’t know. It was safer that you didn’t know.”

The helplessness in your mum's voice, the way she seems so small and fragile, almost breaks you. You’ve never seen her like this, normally when you mention your dad, she becomes angry and shouts at you, the complete opposite to what she is now. It sets your nerves on edge to see her like this, and you almost want to tell her it doesn’t matter, to brush it back under the rug like you always do. But you can’t, you have to hear what she has to say, so you hold your tongue.

“He’s a dangerous man. He doesn’t know about you, and I can only imagine what he would do if he did know.”

“Did he hurt you?” Your voice comes out croaky as you say the words, you don’t want to know the answer, but you need to know.

Your mums eyes shoot to you, wide and full of an emotion you can’t read.

“No,” the word comes out strong, as if she is scolding you for even asking that. “No. We loved each other, or at least, I loved him.”

The words take you by surprise. This man was threatening to kill you, his daughter, the man that your mum had seconds ago said was a dangerous man, and yet now she is defending him. Much like it had over the past few days, your head spins.

Your mum pauses, and you can tell she’s still debating what to tell you. You can’t blame her; she’s kept all this a secret from you for so long that it must feel against every instinct to tell you. You remain quiet, letting her battle out the decision on her own, praying she makes the right choice.

“Robert Morton is a very dangerous man,” you mum finally says and your heart pangs at the information, and though you want to bombard her with questions, you remain tight lipped. “But he wasn’t always like he’s portrayed in the media, at least not to me. We were both young when we had our affair. It didn’t last that long, but it was swift and wild and knocked me off my feet. I knew the rumours about him, even back then, and I’m ashamed to admit that I knew about his other relationships, that I wasn’t the only one he was seeing. But none of that mattered to me. Call me naïve or stupid, because I was. I was young and blinded by love. I thought that he felt the same way, part of me still wants to believe he did, but I’m no longer sure if that’s enough to excuse everything.”

“Wha – wh – When,” you stumble over your words, too many questions running through your head, unsure which to ask first. You take a deep breath. “What happened? I mean, you said it was only a short relationship, what happened?”

“Like I said, I wasn’t the only one. He was in another relationship at the time, I believe he’s married to her now, and I’m pretty sure there were other women besides me, but I didn’t care. Even though I knew about the other women, I don’t think they knew about me. And I didn’t care about any of them, I thought that I was the woman he truly loved, that his real girlfriend was just for show. He was an ambitious man, I thought his girlfriend was for the public eyes, to help him get where he needed to go, just a pawn. Whereas I was the woman he really loved.”

“And you didn’t care?” You were trying not to judge, but it was hard to believe any of this about your mum, it seemed so widely not her.

“Like I said, I was young and naïve,” she shrugs, as if that explains everything.

“And then what happened?” You push.

“You happened,” she says it as if it’s obvious but you find it hard not to react to the words. “We took precautions, Robert made it very obvious he was not interested in having children. And when I found out about you, I knew that he wouldn’t let me keep you if I told him. So I didn’t, and though it was hard, I left him so that I could have you. He never knew, I never told him about you, and that’s why I never told you, never told anyone, because I never want him to know.”

“Well, now he does,” you find it hard to keep the pain out of your voice. Your mum’s eyes widen at your words, she seems to come back to the present, her eyes taking you back in again.

“Why are you asking all of this Y/N? Why has this been a weird week?” She says the words slowly, as if she already knows the answer, but doesn’t want it confirmed.

“Because he knows I’m his daughter, and he doesn’t seem very happy about it,” you say, you swallow the emotions in your throat before carrying on. “He hired an assassin to have me killed.”

Your mum leaps to her feat in shock. You had expected her to react badly, but not this badly. A fire burns in her eyes, and she looks as if she’s about to kill someone herself.

“What are you on about?” Her tone reflects the fire in her eyes.

“He – uh – he hired someone to kill me,” you mutter, gaze faltering under her stare as if you’re the one that’s done something wrong. “But, I’m still here,” you try for fake glee to lift the mood.

“He tried to have you killed?” You can only nod as your mother repeats your words. “I know he said he’s a dangerous man – but this?” She looks wild, as if she can’t comprehend it, then her eyes refocus on you. “When?”

“A few days ago,” you answer and then rush to carry on when you see she’s going to keep speaking. “But honestly, I’m fine. It’s a funny story actually. The guy – Taehyung – who he hired, I’m actually staying with him at the moment while this all blows over.”

“All blows over,” it was clearly not the right thing to say. “You’re living with your attempted murderer, while your father is out there wanting you dead, and you’re just going to wait for it to all blow over. Why are you only just coming to me with this now?”

You wish you’d never come to her. You should have realised this would be the reaction you’d get. It feels like you’re a 14-year-old being told off again.

“To be fair, Taehyung never actually attempted to kill me, and he’s actually trying to help me out,” you defend the man.

“I will kill your father,” your mum seethes. It’s odd to hear her say your father after so many years of never hearing her go near the mention of that word.

“I think we have bigger issues than that mum,” you sigh, holding back your eye roll. “There’s still so much I don’t understand, still so many questions I have for you. Like if he supposedly didn’t know about me, how does he know now? And besides that, why does he want me dead?”

Your mum must see the hurt in your eyes. Years of wanting to know your dad, and resentment towards your mum for not telling you bubbles to the surface. Hurt, that your dad knows you exist, and yet would rather have you killed than meet you. The effect seems to have a calming effect on your mum, the anger draining out of her.

“Oh love,” she steps forward and leans down to take you into her arms, it’s a tad awkward with you sat down and her stood, so you stand to hug her properly. It feels nice to be in someone’s arms, to have someone comfort you after such a weird period. “He’s an idiot if he thinks this is the best way to solve anything. He’s an idiot if he doesn’t want to get to know you, because you’re the best person I know.”

“Thanks mum,” you whisper, feeling better in her arms, yet the words don’t take away all your emotions. She is your mum; she has to love you and say you’re amazing.

You pull away from each other so you can look into each other eyes. You can see the emotion swimming in her eyes, and you know yours must be a reflection of hers.

What do you do now? Where do you go from here? You’d gotten here, spoken to your mum like you had planned, but had it really helped? You’re sure that she has more to say, that there is more to learn, but you can’t help but feel more lost now than how you felt before coming here.

You open your mouth to speak, but are interrupted by the doorbell. Your eyes widen as you look at your mum, a spike of fear going through you.

“I’m not expecting anyone,” you mum answers the unasked question.

The doorbell rings again, as if the person is growing impatient. And before you can even move, a knock sounds out on the door.

The banging continues, loud and clear throughout the house. One look at your mum shows her worry, all traces of her earlier bravado has gone; you aren’t going to make her go to the door. But the noise takes you back to the same sound on the night someone tried to shoot you. It was only Taehyung then, but the fear from that night bubbles through you now.

“It’s ok mum. I’ll go see who it is.” You don’t give her time to reply as you start walking through the house. Your nerves growing as you get closer to the door, the banging getting louder as you get closer.

You open the door a crack, enough so that your eye can see who’s on the other side.

Taehyung.

If the banging on the door wasn’t telling enough of his anger, the look in his eyes was. The saying if looks could kill, was never truer than when you look at him now.

Regardless of the fear that still pulses through you, you open the door wider. The fear was now no longer for your life, but for the scolding you are about to receive from Taehyung.

“Do you always knock-on people's doors with the intention of knocking it down in the process?” You don’t know why you’re pushing him right now, pissing him off when he is clearly already pissed off. But something about him makes it instinctual.

“Only when it comes to you it seems,” his voice is deep and dark, a tone you have never heard him use before. “Why the hell are you here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m visiting my mum.” A dangerous game. You are playing a very dangerous game.

He scoffs, but his features hold no humour. “When I explicitly asked you not to?”

“You don’t control my life,” you shoot back.

“Is this what this is about? Some independence crisis? I’m not trying to control your life Y/N. I thought you understood the reason why I didn’t want you to come here. I thought you understood the risk.”

He is right. And maybe that is why you are biting back so much, because you felt guilty. You did know the risks of coming here, not just for you, but for your mum, and for Taehyung. And after everything Taehyung had done to keep you safe over the last few days, you had jeopardised it all for this.

“I do. But I also know that I need to come here and talk to my mum about everything. She knows stuff that can help.”

Taehyung lets out a deep sigh, a hand runs down his face. And when he looks at you again, he sees something over your shoulder and stiffens.

“Shall I put the kettle on?” Your mums voice sounds out.

You look at Taehyung before turning to look at your mum. He gives you a pointed look that says that this conversation is not over, and your stomach flips at the idea. Facing your mum though, you school your features to not show your worry, a fake smile plastered on your lips.

“Mum, this is Taehyung.”

“Oh hello. It’s lovely to meet you. Y/N’s told me so much about you and how much you’ve done. Thank you so much for everything.”

Your face burns as your mum speaks and you’re so glad that your back is to Taehyung.

“It’s no problem,” you can hear the smile on Taehyungs face at the words and you heat more from it.

“I’ll go put the kettle on. You two go sit in the living room,” you say and don’t let anyone reply before heading off to the kitchen. You didn’t want to sit through whatever conversation was about to happen, they could do that in private.

You boil the kettle, nerves still ringing through you. You’d hoped to come here today and have some sort of epiphany, a brilliant idea that would be like a golden light telling you what you should do. But you felt just as lost as always.

You close your eyes for a second, waiting for the teas to brew before you add the milk. The last few days felt like a whirlwind, and you don’t think it will fully catch up with you until it’s all over. Because now, still in the middle of it all, it all still felt so hazy, like you couldn’t see the road ahead and struggled to see the path you had come from.

You just pray you’d get out of it ok. That you’d actually be able to look back on all of this and at least attempt to laugh at how crazy it’s been.

As you seem to be doing more and more, you push your emotions down as you pick up the tray of teas.

It’s disturbing to walk into a room where two people you know from two completely different areas of your life are sat getting on like old friends. But that’s what you walk in on. Your mums face lit up as if she’s just been told the funniest joke, Taehyung sat opposite her with a handsome smile, one he only has only shone your way before you truly knew who he was, back when you were his mark. The thought unsettles you.

You push yourself into the room, holding the tray of teas steady, you settle them on the coffee table, before pushing each mug in the direction of each person.

“You never told me that Taehyung was so funny and handsome,” your mum says as soon as you sit down.

You widen your eyes at your mum. Why in god’s name would she say that, especially with Taehyung in the room. You can’t even bring yourself to look at the arrogant smile that sits on Taehyungs lips, but you clearly hear the chuckle from him.

“He’s not that funny,” you mumble before taking a sip of tea.

“But definitely handsome,” you mum nudges you, embarrassing you deeper. Before you can rebut the claim, she’s talking again. “Anyway, he was merely telling me about his work.”

Your eyes widen again and you almost choke on your tea. What the fuck?

“About how I’m trying to help you and get you out of this situation you’ve fallen into,” your eyes finally drag to Taehyung, and though he is still smiling, you can still see the anger burning in his eyes.

“And how kind you’ve been,” you say through gritted teeth.

“I was also telling your mum about Jin,” Taehyung says casually, as if he’s told you all about this Jin guy and doesn’t need to give you any more information.

You look between your mum and Taehyung, waiting for someone to explain.

“He’s the lawyer friend I said I was visiting today,” Taehyung finally says.

“It all still feels like too much to me,” you mum frets.

“I agree,” you jump in, and Taehyung narrows his eyes at you. “You really don’t have to go to so much trouble for us.”

A small, seemingly innocent smile spreads on Taehyungs face, but his eyes still show he’s anything but happy. “It’s no trouble.”

“But still,” you look at your mum, hoping for her to back you. “You shouldn’t have to do any of this. I’ve told mum now, and I think we should probably just take it from here.”

“And how exactly will you do that?” Taehyung goads, and while you try to look sure of yourself, you can see your mum isn’t so sure.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“But I’ve already figured it out,” Taehyung says flatly. “Or at least what we should do next. I’m just trying to help you.”

It feels like an old saying by now. Something Taehyung has to keep repeating to you. He’s only trying to help. So why do you still not believe it? Why do you still keep pushing?

You know you need his help. You know if he left you and your mum alone now, you’d be as good as dead. But it just felt so hard to actually give in and accept the help. It would feel like you’d be admitting you’re weak, like you can’t do it on your own. Until now that was something you’d never had to do. After the hours and hours of hard work to make all your dreams possible, you’d still never said you couldn’t do it on your own. Maybe that was why it was hard to do it now.

“He’s ok love,” your mum says, her hand resting on your knee. “Let him help.”

You look to your mum, her big trusting eyes. You’d gotten this far with his help. You just needed to swallow your pride and let him in enough to get you out of this.

You look back at Taehyung and nod your head and a big boxy smile takes over his face.

“I’ll go wash these so you can talk,” you mum mumbles as she picks up the empty mugs and leaves.

“So what’s the plan?” You ask when she’s gone.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Good god he was annoying.

“Is this some sort of punishment for coming here?”

The smile is gone off his face in a flash, the earlier anger returning. “You know, I never thought you were stupid Y/N, but coming here was stupid.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you sigh.

“I don’t think you do.”

“Right. So now I go back to being in the dark about everything? Because I made a mistake?”

“You’re not in the dark. The plans to get out of here. To go home before someone else finds you here,” he says evenly. “You’re just lucky that no one came before I got here.”

A chill runs through you at the words, because he was right. He just didn’t need to be such a dick about it.

“I’m not leaving my mum here alone,” you whisper the words, but each has a fierceness behind them.

“So now you care about her?” There is no amusement in his words, but it still riles you. Before you can bite back at him though he continues talking. “It’s fine. Jin said she can stay with him.”

As always, he’s one step ahead. Always thinking of every possibility. Always cleaning up the messes that you leave behind. You kind of hate him for it, even if he is helping you out.

“I don’t even know Jin. And mum doesn’t know him, I’m sure she won’t be happy staying there.”

“You didn’t know me and yet you came and stayed at my house,” you don’t get a chance to say that he hadn’t given you much choice before he carries on talking. “I’m sure if you asked her, she’d be more than happy to stay with him too.”

You seethe at him. Internally, your anger bubbles up, but you keep it contained so that it doesn’t flow over. You have to keep repeating how nice he’s being to you, how much he’s helping you out, how much you owe him. Because if you don’t you’ll snap, and the outcome might not be pretty.

Taking a deep breath, you push your feelings down and look at him with an icy glower.

“I’ll talk to her,” is all you say before turning away and heading to the kitchen where your mum is.

You can feel him one step behind you the whole way. You want to turn around and tell him to stay out of this, but again have to repeat how much he’s helping you out, how you probably wouldn’t be stood here if it wasn’t for him. But, you don’t have to be happy about that fact, you compromise with yourself.

“Mum,” you say as you step into the room and watch her eyes shoot to you and then look over your shoulder. “Taehyung says that he has somewhere you can stay for a few days. Just until we sort out whatever is going on here.”

“Ok,” you’re surprised she agrees so easily.

“Great,” Taehyung steps forward, and you don’t miss the cocky, knowing smile on his lips. It makes you want to slap him. “Do you need a hand getting some things together?”

Oh, so now he can be a gentleman? Your mum reacts like any sane woman would under his gaze. You can see how flustered she is as she declines his offer and steps away from the sink, moving out of the room and saying how quick she’ll be to get everything together. You make to move to help her, but she refuses your help with a wave of her hand. Again, you are left along with Taehyung.

You can hardly look at him, and still the cockiness of him being right flows off him in waves.

“That was easy.”

You have to take a few deep breaths so that you don’t turn around and slap him where he stands. He was doing you a massive favour, helping you out in a way you would never be able to repay, you repeat over and over in your head. He was also an assassin, probably a mass serial killer, which you tended to forget. You definitely shouldn’t push him too far, or else that job your dad wants done might actually be done by Taehyung.

“She’s a very accommodating woman,” you say.

“Well, at least we know where your hostility to new people comes from.”

You finally fail to hold in your anger. Whirling around you are met with the smirk that you expected. He stands relaxed in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed against his chest, as his eyes wait to see what you’ll do.

“Do you think all of this is funny?”

His smile inches higher, and his body seems to relax more. Yes, he is definitely enjoying this.

“No,” he lies, but then his voice turns more serious. He has a real knack for going from playful to serious in no time at all. “But the way you’ve been acting, you certainly do,” he says. Before you can reply, he’s speaking. “Because you coming here is surely one massive joke.”

“Not this again. I told you -”

“And I told you to stay at home,” he cuts you off, though his voice doesn’t rise once. “I told you how dangerous it would be to leave the flat and yet here you stand. I don’t think any of this is a game Y/N. I don’t know what you think I’ve been doing these past few days, but I have been sticking my neck on the line for you, the least you could do is show me some respect.”

You heat at his words. You feel like a school girl being told off by her teacher, like a child being caught in the act of doing something they know they shouldn’t be doing. You have no come back, because there is nothing you can say to make any of this better.

You think you see worry and stress cross his face as you look at him and it’s only now that you realise that you caused that. You worried him when he came here, the pounding on the door should have told you that. He has been keeping you safe, and when he came here, he must have been worried what he’d find.

Before you can open your mouth to attempt an apology though, Taehyung is standing up straight.

“You can check your mums ok. I’ll be out front, Jin will be here any second.”

And with that he’s turning and walking out the door. You stand and watch him go, and again push down your emotions. It was no good feeling guilty. But even as you walk up the stairs and help your mum pack, even as you carry her bags down the stairs, as you hug her goodbye, the guilt still weighs on you. It felt like you were letting everyone down, and you didn’t know what to do about it.

Still, as you get into Taehyung’s car, you don’t say anything to him. Much like he doesn’t say anything to you.

You both sit in silence on the drive home. The tension in the car grows to near burning point. You want to speak out, to say something, anything, to break it. But you can’t think of a god damn thing to say, don’t even know where to begin with anything.

You don’t want to feel this way around him. Never used to feel this way. But maybe too much has happened to you over the last few days. Maybe you had changed, maybe you are now just an angry and frustrated person, and it wasn’t Taehyung causing it at all. Or maybe Taehyung was just so annoying and frustrating, and unreadable, that he made you feel crazy all the time.

Whatever it was, you kind of hated it. You were never normally an angry person. And yet here you are quietly brooding in a car, knowing the moment you get back into Taehyungs flat all hell is going to break loose as he scolds you for what you did today. You deserved it, but that didn’t mean you were going to take it lying down.

Even after Taehyung has parked his car, you walk up to the flat in silence, your footsteps on the stairs the only sound. Taehyung doesn’t even hold the door open as he bangs it open. You shuffle in after him, waiting for the explosion.

You close the door and then turn back to the room and wait. Taehyung paces back and forth across the room and you feel his anger build. But still, he doesn’t say anything. You feel pathetic stood there, as if waiting to hear the words he is bound to shout at you. As if you’re some naughty child waiting for your punishment. But you aren’t a child, and though what you have done wasn’t necessarily right, it isn’t for him to tell you it was wrong, it wasn’t for him to decide what you could and couldn’t do.

Maybe that was why he wasn’t exploding right now, why he was pacing across the floor and not shouting the words you knew he wanted to say; because he knew he had no right to be angry at you.

But still you remain, stood, waiting. Maybe because you wanted to hear what he had to say. Maybe because you knew that he did have a bit of a say on what you could and couldn’t do, because he had done so much to protect you. Maybe because you were angry at him too, you wanted to shout a bit at him too.

You’re the first one to break, the tension growing too much.

“Just say it,” you say the words with a confidence you don’t feel and the words make Taehyung stop his pacing, he looks at you as if only just remembering you are still in the room.

He shakes his head, as if to get rid of all the thoughts currently in there and then takes a deep breath.

“Why can’t you just listen to me? Just once. Can’t you just do what I ask you to do?”

“I’ve always listened to you, always done what you’ve asked me to do.”

He huffs a laugh, though it holds no humour.

“No, you haven’t.”

An iciness runs through you at the words, as if he’s dumped a cold bucket of water over you. The anger starts to bubble within you. Is that honestly what he believes? That while he’s been trying to help you, you’ve been defying him, making his life harder, at every turn?

You seethe at the implication. That he had given up so much for this, and you had given up nothing. As if this was his mess, his life at risk, and you were just here making everything harder.

“I have done everything you have asked,” you say, your tone cold, no more niceties. “I came with you when you banged at my door. I gave you a day when you asked me for time. I didn’t open my shop, even though I needed to, because you asked me not to. I gave you more time when you begged me for it. I didn’t question you, didn’t ask for answers until you were ready to tell me.”

“But that’s just it,” Taehyung points a hand out at you as if your words have proven his point. “I had to beg you, I had to barter and trade and plead with you to stay. I’m trying to help you and yet you act like I’m the inconvenience. The enemy.”

“Don’t act the victim, Tae, it doesn’t suit you.”

Taehyung flinches at your words. Maybe it was the coolness that you said them with, the pure boredom behind the words as if you didn’t care about a word he had just said. Or maybe it was the fact that you had called him Tae, a nickname you had never called him before. Whatever it was, it finally snaps whatever tether was holding him back from you. His eyes turn burning as he starts to walk towards you. All you can do is stare at him, routed to the spot as your heart pounds.

“I’m not acting the victim. God knows I could never forget who that was. Moping around the flat, complaining at every opportunity, trying to stop me from helping you. Well, you’re doing a sterling job of trying to get me leave you alone.”

He only stops walking towards you when he is a foot away from you. You refuse to back an inch away from him, refuse to let him see the hurt in your eyes at his words.

You hadn’t realised how much your actions had made it seem like you were ungrateful for what he was doing. Your independence ran deep, made you want to deal with your problems alone. You hated feeling like you needed someone. And that’s what had caused Taehyung to feel like this, had made him feel like you were pushing him away, because inadvertently you were.

Stubbornness held back the apology, held back the words that could solve this. And anger at him and the entitlement he held made you continue.

“Why are you even carrying on then? If you don’t care, if I’m being that much of a bitch to you, why don’t you just throw me out on the street and be done with all of this.”

Some emotion crosses Taehyungs face at your words, but it’s gone, replaced by his anger, before you can decipher it.

“Because what’s happening isn’t -”

“It isn’t right, yeah you’ve said that once or twice,” you roll your eyes at him, sick of his shitty reasonings. There was more to it, yet he wouldn’t say it.

“You’re making this so hard Y/N.” The huff of air he lets out fans across your face.

The anger has lessened, something else replacing it. A tension in the room that is so thick you could cut it with a knife. But neither of you move away from each other.

“What do you want Tae?” The nickname, again, causes a small shudder to go through him.

His eyes search your face and you can see the internal debate he is having with himself, whether to say the words or to leave it. Either would be easy, but you silently plead for him to say it. As if reading your mind, he speaks.

“I want you to listen to me,” his words regain the anger and bite from earlier, his eyes lighting with the same fire, though neither are as strong as before. “I want you to trust what I’m doing. I want you to let me help you,” he takes a step forward, his body now almost touching yours. “I want you realise that I’m not your enemy,” he steps again, and you move with him, finally yielding space to him, so that your body doesn’t become flush with his. “I want you to let me help you and not fight me on every decision,” he keeps walking until your back is pushed up against the front door you closed moments earlier, and he doesn’t stop until he is stood towering over you, his chest pressed to yours as he looks down at you. “I want – I want,” he stutters on the words as he looks at you, the anger still burning, though you wonder now whether it’s anger at all.

Before you can wonder any more, before you can look harder and try and decipher it, Taehyung is moving towards you, head ducking down so that he can push his lips onto yours. You gasp out in surprise and it only allows Taehyung to dive his tongue into your mouth.

Even as you start kissing him back you think about how it is the worst idea ever, but you can’t stop yourself.

Your hands work their way up Taehyungs muscular back, the one you’ve been eyeing for days, and your fingers dig into his shoulders when they reach them, trying to pull him impossibly closer. As if he was unsure before, as if he was holding something back, the tug on his shoulders makes him more heated.

Pushing forward, Taehyung works one of his legs between yours, taking your hips and grind you down on him. An involuntary moan leaves your lips and Tae uses it to his advantage, attaching his lips to your now exposed neck. He kisses and nips his way across your neck, flexing his legs below you so that your pants are now soaked through and basically useless. When his lips reach a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear, you let out another soft moan and you feel Tae’s satisfied smile against your skin.

He’s gone from making you feel like a scolded child, to as frustrated as you’ve ever felt, to now, where you feel like you can’t even think beyond the pleasure you’re experiencing. And you can feel how the power he is currently holding over you is going straight to his head. He’s finally fully in control of you, and he is smug as hell.

It takes everything you have, mentally and physically, to push him away. You twist your bodies so it’s now his that is flat against the wall, yours keeping him there. You smirk at the surprise in his eyes, slowly moving your hands from his chest down to the bulge in his pants. You keep his eye contact as you move your hand up and down his length, even with the layers between your skin and his, the action causes your core to heat at the look that comes over his face.

When even that action doesn’t become enough to start to unbutton his trousers, but Tae’s hand grabs your wrist, stopping you. You look up at him and see the fire in his eyes has died out. He looks softer, concerned, worried, and you try to give him a reassuring smile to show him that you’re happy, that you want this.

“Are you sure?” He whispers the words; he doesn’t need to say them any louder as you are still stood so close.

You nod your head, moving your hands again to try and free him from the restraints. This time he doesn’t stop you, but his eyes never leave yours. You only look away when you have finally freed him. You almost audibly gulp at the sheer size of him, it wasn’t really the length but the sheer thickness of him that has a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.

Before your hand can wrap around him, Tae has his hands wrapped around your wrists again. He twists in much the same way you did earlier, causing your back to hit the wall. Pinned between him and the wall again. You nearly crash with a small side table in the process.

Arms pinned to the wall, Tae reattaches his lips to yours. His lips working against yours, before he sweeps his tongue back into your mouth. He licks your teeth, your tongue, the roof of your mouth. And then his hands start moving down your arms. You’re no longer pinned, but you stay in the same position, as if locked there.

His hands reach your hips and a soft squeeze is the only instruction you need to jump up. He catches you and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Thank God you wore a dress today,” he mumbles against your lips.

The laugh that escapes your lips gets cut short as you feel one of his fingers push past your pants and run through your folds.

“Someone's eager.” Another cocky grin appears on his face as he feels just how affect you are.

“I could say the same about you. Are a few strokes through your clothes all it takes?”

He gruffs out a laugh, amusement dancing through his eyes as he looks at you. And then, as if to show how easily he can wipe the smile off your face, as if to show how the same can be said to you, he pumps his finger into you. You can’t stop the groan that rumbles in your throat as he adds another and curls them at just the right spot.

He must deem you ready, because as quickly as he fills you, he takes his fingers back out. You hold back the complaint as you watch him reach down to a small tub on the table next to you. He easily flicks the lid of and pulls out a foil packet. Ripping it open he rolls his eyes at you while he rolls the condom on himself.

“For when I’m walking out the door,” is his only explanation.

And then you feel him. You don’t have time to say anything, to request he go slowly, to ask for more of a warm up, before he pushes himself in. Your nails dig into his shoulders at the feeling of him filling you up, and when your hips finally meet, his head flops down onto your shoulder, soft pants leaving his lips.

His hands grip your hips, readjusting your position so that he won’t drop you, and it’s as if you’ve only just realised what position you’re in. Taehyung takes all your weight and it seems like it’s not even affecting him. All those strong muscles you’ve been eyeing up for days are finally coming in useful.

The first few thrusts are slow. He drags himself almost completely out of you before giving a sharp, hard thrust all the way back in. Your toes curl at the sensation. But as he slowly builds up his speed, still with the same precision and force, your head lolls back on your neck. Eyes closed you rest your head against the wall behind you as Tae ploughs into you.

“I just want you to fucking listen to me,” he says into your neck.

You don’t even know how he can coherently talk right now, all you can do is cling on to him. Even the moans that leave you are low and sparse, as if your whole body is focused on how he’s making you feel.

“Want you to realise that I’m just helping you,” he continues to talk and you have to focus hard to understand what he’s saying.

“Fuck,” he curses, but continues his relentless speed. “Just want to protect you, make you feel safe, make you feel good.”

The speed and force of his thrusts finally made sense, he was still angry from earlier. You weren’t complaining, if this was how he wanted to punish you, or let out his anger, or whatever it is he is doing, you would happily be on the receiving end. But you also realise from the words, just how deep his feelings run.

“Feel so good,” you manage to mumble out. It was a shitty way to try and reassure him, but you couldn’t form any other words.

“Fuck. Yeah?” The words only spur him on more. His hands readjust you just enough on his hips that he hits completely differently causing a loud, guttural moan to roar through you.

Taehyung curses again at the sound, and you don’t know how he has the strength, but he works one of his hands between the two of you and draws small sharp circles on your clit. You arch into his touch, your hips finally moving in rhythm with his to strengthen the force that you meet.

“Come on,” Taehyung starts to chant the words as if sensing how close to your release you are. “Come on. Cum on me.”

And you do. You don’t know whether it’s the words, the hand, the change in angle, or a mixture of all of it, but all you see is white as you convulse around him. You try to keep moving your hips as Taehyung continues to drive into you, chasing his own release. But you have never felt anything like it, never felt such long, white hot, pleasure course through you. It leaves you breathless and your mind completely muddled.

You manage to become coherent enough to feel Taehyung’s release. Though contained by the condom you feel the force of him in you, the stuttering thrusts he gives as he collapses into you.

Having come undone first, you regain some sort of consciousness of the situation first. Taehyung still in you, his hot breaths panting against your neck as he continues to hold you. You don’t know where it comes from, but you softly run your hands through his hair, and though both are coated in sweat you marvel at how soft it is.

His breaths slow down into a normal pattern, your hands running through his hair the whole time. And then he plants a few kisses on your neck, working his way up before placing a few soft kisses on your lips.

Gently, he pulls out of you before placing you on the floor. You’re grateful when he doesn’t pull his hands away from you instantly, instead holds you steady while your soft legs regain their balance.

You run a hand down your dress, pressing out the crinkles, while Taehyung fixes himself and re-does the button on his trousers. Then you look at each other. It doesn’t feel awkward, but something has changed, though you would expect nothing else after what you’d just done.

Your eyes search his, as his search yours. Both of you silent.

“You know that I’m thankful for everything you’ve done, right?” The words from earlier ring out in your head, and you need to make sure that he knows.

“Of course,” a small, but sincere smile curls on his lips.

“I just – I know I've not made it easy on you, but this is one massive mess, I’m one massive mess, and I don’t think I could have done anything of this without you,” you nearly say that you don’t think you’d be alive without him, but bite back the words.

Tae lifts up a hand and brushes away a piece of hair that’s matted to your face. He leaves his hand on your face, cupping your head in his hands.

“You’re not a mess,” he says softly, in your favourite tone of his voice. “And I know that me ordering you around isn’t what you want. But I’m not used to this either, this is new to both of us.”

It was the most civil, real conversation the two of you had had with each other. You’d never so clearly laid your feelings on the table before.

You nod your head at him, though with your head still in his hand it doesn’t move much.

“I know, and I’ll try to make it less hard,” you say.

“And I’ll try to not protect you from everything. I’ll share information with you. We’ll work this out together.”

Tears threaten to well in your eyes, but you push them back. Taehyung’s thumb gently strokes your check, before he leans down for one last kiss. He fully pulls away after that, no part of you touching him. You search his eyes one last time, and when you see nothing in them you give a small smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

“I should head to bed,” when he makes no protest, you start to walk past him, and when he makes no move to stop you, you say over your shoulder, “goodnight.”

You hadn’t even eaten, it wasn’t even late enough to go to bed, but you still keep walking. And even after everything that had just happened, you strangely feel emptier than before as you head to the spare room.

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Selfless, Selfish (I)

Summary: Everyone has heard of Robin Hood, but there’s more than one way to recount a legend. (1/4) ▸ Pairing: Taehyung x F!Reader ▸ Genre / AU: suspense, comedy, eventual smut, crime!AU ▸ Word Count: 1.4k ▸ Rating: M ▸ Chapter Warnings: mentions of death ▸ A/N: Had an idea, but quickly realized I’d need to break it into parts, so here we go! Thank you to @honeyj00ns for encouraging me while I banged my head against a wall trying to get this out and for beta-ing! ♥

You triple tie your knot and let out a deep sigh, admiring your handiwork. It’s clean, as usual, but next comes the part you hate most. The cinder blocks go first - you know now to shove with your legs from experience. Kicking it gets you close to broken toes, but bending from the waist is a good way to strain something. With a few firm pushes, the blocks, one-by-one, plunk into the water and you stand to stretch, scanning the shoreline. No one’s on the water and there are no headlights beaming through the darkness of the trees. It’s quiet. It’s perfect.

But it’s time to start pushing again. With the cinder blocks already in the water, the legs they’re attached to are bending awkwardly, clearly wanting to fall further into the water, but the rest of the corpse is resting on the dock and much heavier by comparison. You try bulldozing it, using your own body weight to inch it closer to the lake, but it’s more of a struggle than you’d bargained for. You end up awkwardly sitting it up straight, becoming an unwilling backrest, before finally shoving it into the water with an ugly splash. For all of the effort it took for you to get it there, it’s disappointingly uneventful - bodies sink relatively fast. Nonetheless, you’re just happy to be done for the night. You were ready to go home to your shitty little couch to watch some shitty television with a shitty microwavable dinner.

“Who was that?”

The voice comes from behind and you nearly jump into the lake yourself out of fright. On instinct you turn around slowly, hands feebly raised by your shoulders. You’re expecting a gun in your face, handcuffs, maybe a call for backup. Instead it’s…. “Taehyung?”

“That’s me, yeah, but who was that?” he replies as he shifts with a massive, uncomfortable-looking sack draped over one of his shoulders.

Why is your childhood ex-best friend’s older brother on the (should be) deserted dock at 3am with a bag?

You stare at him in stunned silence for another moment before answering, “It’s um...a guy?”

There’s another bloated beat while a single air bubble gently pops in the water behind you. Oxygen from the corpse’s lungs probably. You clear your throat and gesture to the blob Taehyung is still grasping that’s got to be heavier than it looks. “What is that?”

He decides to dump it sideways, mystery item thudding onto the lake bank. Part of it lands on his foot and he hisses, jerking away and swearing under his breath. Looking back up at you sheepishly he offers, “Funny you ask. This is also a guy.”

No fucking way. “Just a guy?”

“And rocks, I guess?” Taehyung offers.

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about my guy when you were already honest about your guy?” You watch him ungracefully flip the sack sideways one, two, three, four times before it’s finally all in the water. It sure does sink fast. He looks at you and gestures to it as the last of it disappears under the murky water. “See?”

Is Taehyung covering up a murder?

“Are you covering up a murder?” He asks back.

You hadn’t realized you said that out loud and feel your cheeks warm up just a bit. Meeting his eyes you murmur, “Yeah, I guess.”

Taehyung smiles wide at this and walks up to clap a hand on your shoulder. “Same.”

Another pause. This conversation wasn’t supposed to be happening. Either Taehyung can’t read the atmosphere or simply doesn’t care; the next thing he does is ask you to dinner (“Just to catch up, obviously,” he’d clarified)

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You could have looked it up, but Taehyung definitely could have given you a heads up that this was a nice restaurant. The host hadn’t stopped you from entering at the door, but their silent, judgey, assessment of your casual outfit did not go unnoticed. Luckily, you spotted Taehyung at a table near the corner of the dining room and you avoided eye contact with everyone you passed on your way to your seat.

“Why didn’t you tell me this place was fancy?” you hiss, sliding into the chair across from him.

Taehyung’s dressed simply, but well. The sleeves of his fitted, plum dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows, exposing a heavy watch on his wrist. He moves as if he doesn’t feel it. “Is this fancy?” he wonders. “I thought this place was like...average?”

You scoff, noticing that the top 2 buttons of his shirt are undone. Why is your mouth so dry? “What’s fancy then?” you finally volley back, hoping that Taehyung hadn’t noticed you looking.

If he does, he’s kind enough not to acknowledge it. “A place that’s not around the corner from an Arby’s, at least.”

The server stops at your table before you can follow up on his quip. It’s easy to fall into banter with Taehyung if you’re not careful. You both order drinks to start and when the server leaves you to decide on a meal, Taehyung studies you with his eyes peeking over his menu mischievously.

The hard part about being careful is that chaos tends to follow Taehyung and he seems to love getting close with people who have something to be meticulous about.

There’s no use in ignoring his gaze. You sigh and place your menu down. “What?”

Taehyung waits, staring back at you for a moment just for the sake of dramatics. Finally, he asks, “What was your first time like?”

You sputter, looking around nervously and hoping no one overheard him. “What?”

“Did you really expect us to talk about something else?”

Your server returns with your beverages, eyebrow quirked and not bothering to stifle a chuckle, knowing that they’d approached at an awkward time. “Your drinks,” they say.

It takes all of your energy to keep yourself from reaching across the table to throttle your companion. Instead, you muster the least convincing smile you have to thank your server before placing your order. When they leave again (after an eternity because Taehyung just has to know the latitude and longitude that the restaurant’s catch of the day was found), you turn that sickly grin on Taehyung himself.

“Are you out of your mind?” you ask, scooting closer to the table anxiously. “Or are you just an idiot?”

Taehyung mimics you so he can lean in close so your faces nearly meet in the center of the table. “Stop acting like a criminal.” When he sits back, he’s still looking as jovial as ever. He continues on, nonchalantly, “Mine was an accident. Went Saturday golfing with the boys from the office and one of them fell into one of the lakes on the course. Turns out he couldn’t swim.”

You lean back and take a sip of your drink, eyes scanning the room to see who’s watching. Every other table is absorbed in their own conversations. Maybe you were being a smidge too meticulous. When your eyes make it back to Taehyung, you find him looking at you expectantly. His storytelling always did demand audience participation. “And...were you with him? Did you see it?”

“I’m not a lifeguard. Besides, I never would have been promoted otherwise. He was going to stay at that job until he died.”

“You just sped things along, huh?”

Taehyung brings his hand to his heart, feigning offense. “It really was an accident! I was waiting for a better day for it, honestly. He just tripped over his own club and I realized it was way better than any ideas I could have come up with.”

Coming from anyone else, the story would sound impossible. But growing up with Taehyung, seeing the way he moved through life using charm and dumb luck, you suppose that this is on-brand for him. One part still doesn’t make sense though. “For a promotion, though, Tae?

Your server returns once again, plates in hand. “For you,” they say, placing your dish in front of you, before leaning over to Taehyung’s side of the table. “And for you. Enjoy!”

“Thank you!” Taehyung chirps, before schooling you with a pointed look. He doesn’t say anything else until he knows he can’t be overheard and his napkin is neatly spread over his lap. “No, not for a ‘promotion’” he says, mockingly. There’s an iciness to his voice now. “For my family. Obviously.”

You move to unfurl your napkin as well, grabbing your fork and pulling your plate a bit closer. You can feel your companion’s eyes on you. It feels like a spotlight and you have to will yourself not to squirm in your seat.

Before you can speak, though, Taehyung pipes up again, the chill in his tone disappearing as quickly as it’d come. “Now then… Tell me about your first time, won’t you?”

#selfless selfish-fic #btsghostie #bangtaninn #taehyung fic #tae fic #taehyung x reader #tae x reader #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung fic #kim taehyung #taehyung #selfless selfish-01

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la-otra-cara-de-la-moneda · 3 years

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#tae fic #taehyung #bts #kpop

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hisunshiine · 3 years

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— bangtan handkink: activated || 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔: 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍

♡ 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

♡ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵? (𝘴𝘮𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧)

♡ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 331 [𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭: 3.3𝘬]

♡ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳-𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥: 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, ��𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬

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You had sent him to clean the veggies for lunch, and as you watched from the window as he wet the bean sprouts with the hose, you couldn’t stop looking at his hands.

The way he moved them so regal like, firm movements with a gentle touch…

When he walked back in, he dropped the bean sprouts in surprise, small white veggies scattered on the counter as he caught sight of your naked body seated on the dining room table, legs spread as you rested your feet on the chairs on either side of you.

Licking his lips at the view, he stalked across the room, one hand gripping your exposed neck with the firm gentleness while his other hand immediately cupped your center.

“Fuck babe...” Taehyung leaned in, his nose nuzzling yours as his lips brushed along your parted pout, “you really want me to lose this bet huh?”

His fingers glided along your slit easily; you’d been wet for hours, clit throbbing to be touched.

“I want to feel you, want you to touch me...”

The stupid bet of not being the first couple to give in to sex on this trip was dumb.

You wanted your man, and you could careless about the stupid bet. Your phone pinged, and you see a notification that a BTS member has gone live. You and Tae look at the screen and you reached for it, opening the app as Tae continued to rub you.

The sound of one of your best friends being fingered by Jungkook excited you more, and Tae’s dainty fingers tighten at your throat.

“Shit, that cheater...”

Tae’s eyes were hypnotic as he finally gave you 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨...

You arched your back as his index & middle finger slipped inside your walls, the velvet grip causing his cock to stir. You’re just 𝘴𝘰 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝘴𝘰 𝙬𝙚𝙩...

Positioning his other hand to your hair, he tilts your head to expose your neck & begins to claim you as you moan his name.

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deepdarkdelights · 2 years

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I am beginning to wonder if I have used too many art terms, or not enough at all in the Tae fic.

#predator universe #tae fic #wip

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jxngh · 3 years

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take it ⊹

pairings: kim taehyung x wife!reader

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut. impreg kink, unprotected sex, some nipple play.

summary: he joins in your shower session and decides to give you a baby.

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Your husband wasn't at home, he had some photoshoots that day. So you were all by yourself. First you tried to cook different recipes, it turned out good. You ate some yourself while you were watching some episodes from the new anime you've started. You were comfy but you missed his loving gaze, boxy smile, strong arms around you, you were craving for him. All you needed to do was waiting him to come home and you'd have him all to yourself.

Between these thoughts you noticed that you needed a shower so you picked up towel and some clothes which is a tee of his and a panty. Then you got off your clothes, checked the waters temperature. You couldn't help but smile when you saw his strawberry scented shampoo. You took the half empty shampoo bottle, opened it and sniffed. It reminded of you the mornings you woke up with his smell. Then you decided to use it. After you cleaned it from your hair, you heard an opening sound from bathrooms door.

You turned around. He was at the door, checking you out with a look that you can name hungrily. He already got out from his top, showing you his toned muscles. You loved every detail of your husband.

"Hi, need some company babygirl?" he said with a deep voice. Then he watched your body's reaction to him, you took a deep breath and licked your lips even though they're wet.

"Welcome babe and if you want to." and you moved aside, trying to not think about his effect on you, maybe he just wanted to shower after a long day. He quickly got out of his clothes and got in.

The moment he got inside he got you between his arms and the wall, warm water traveling on your bodies. You were watching his love-hungry eyes with deep breaths. You missed him. More than you thought.

He started to lower his head to your neck and started to smell you. You got excited when he came closer. He started leaving kisses on your neck while he's talking.

"I missed you, your smell, your eyes, your hands and your voice. Those sweet little moans when I'm inside you." You started to whimper when his kisses turned deeper. You moved your hands through his hair, pulling his head to reach his lips. The moment you started kissing he grabbed your waist from both sides, pulled you close. You kissed till both of your lips were swollen. His eyes were so dark, filled with lust. His gaze was making your knees weak.

"Beg for it jagi-ah then I'll give you what you want." he said before he started sucking your nipple with sinful moans. "Nghh please, please fuck me- ah. I missed feeling you inside baby. Please. " after that with a deep breathy moan you felt him in your entrance.

"I missed you too Tae." you said while your hands were caressing his lips." Everything about you."

Then with a groan he held you by back of your legs and lifted you up easily. You wrapped your legs around him. He started to kiss you in more hunger, his skilled tongue was all over your mouth. He moved his hands to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them, causing you to moan to his mouth. Then he started to leave sloppy kisses to your neck before he got one of your hardening nipples to his mouth. You were a whimpering mess. "Ahhh Tae, please... Don't make me wait."

"Since you asked so nicely I'm gonna give you what you want, till you can't walk. Then I'm gonna fill you up so much you'll feel me for days. " He whispered to your ear and slammed into you. He was giving you hard thrusts with a slow pace, making you feel him in the deepest places in you. Your whimpers, his breathy moans and the wet sounds were everywhere.

"Ah t-tae nghh y-yes fill me please-mmh I'll k-keep it all. " you said shakingly. You were a mess, mouth agape from pleasure and mewling everytime he pushed himself into your heat. After hearing your words he groaned and his eyes got darker somehow.

"Yeah?? ughh you'll be a good girl and keep it all? Will you give me a baby, honey? Nghh you'd look amazing with carrying our little one." he started to lose control by the thought of it and pistoned his hips to yours with deep moans. The idea made you clench around him and that made him lose control completely.

"Shit babygirl you want it don't you? Nggh you're sucking me right in." he got faster you were screaming his name non-stop. When he started to play with your nipples again your orgasm hit you. You were all hot and lost in pleasure, eyes half lidded. He kept making you shiver with his thrusts a few more times before he came.

"Shit shit shit baby, I'm gonna cum so hard- ahhhh take it baby take it all. " he sent his hot spurts deep inside of you. It was too much and everywhere, you were dripping when he gently pulled himself out and stopped lifting you. "Thank you." Then he kissed your forehead. "So much." a kiss on the nose. "Love you." a long kiss on the lips. You both were smiling like fools. "Love you too Tae, so much."

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myother2thirds · 4 years

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academic purposes | kth

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description: the one where tae convinces y/n to let him draw her naked. for academic purposes, of course.

navigation: description, part 1, part 2 (coming soon)

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. jungkook

genre: fluff, humour, smut | m | art student!kth, college au

warnings: swearing, awkward virgin!tae, mentions of breasts, nude art, (TBD)

taglist: @pars-ley, @betysotelo18, @hyunaphordite, @youremyjinearth, @kitty-kat-ty

author’s note: i really don’t know where this came from but i hope you enjoy it, nonetheless. - e

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bteezxyewriter12 · 3 years

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Let Me Love You

Pairing- Tae x Named Reader

Word Count- 3.8k

Includes- so much kissing, body kisses, soft kisses, oral, blow job, soft sex, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff, tattooed Tae, Tae in a ponytail, Tae can't say "I love you"

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He's in a bad mood

She can tell as soon as he picked her up from the tattoo shop. He was looking straight ahead while he waited for her, the back of his hand against his mouth, his eyes intense. She wished she knew what he was thinking

He barely said hi to her when she got in the car and the ride to his apartment was silent. She knows when he's like this to give him space. And she's fine with it. He gets like this sometimes

She knew what she was getting into when she said yes to Kim, Taehyung

She met him when she was hired at the tattoo shop as a tattoo artist. Taehyung is one of the tattoo artists who works there, along with Jungkook, Lisa and Aera. Jimin is the hilarious, sweet receptionist she met first and became instant friends with

She noticed Taehyung right away because he's drop dead gorgeous. So are Jungkook and Jimin but Tae is on another level. He belongs in a museum

Tall, with beautiful big brown eyes, bright blue hair that he's since dyed dark brown and grown out so it flops on his forehead, full lips, absolutely adorable beauty marks on his nose, lip, cheek and eye. Beautiful large hands with long fingers. Tattoo sleeves on both arms, tattoo on the side of his neck, his back, his chest. Side lip piercing, ear piercings. Bad boy aura

What you'd think a typical tattoo artist is like

Lisa, Aera and Jungkook are all just as tatted and pierced as Tae. Then there's her. She has a few small tattoos, mostly in places that are covered by clothes. A eyebrow ring, ear piercings. That's it

He thought she was a client when he first saw her. An innocent girl, looking to get a tattoo to piss off her rich daddy. He was shocked to hell when Jungkook introduced her as Joanne, the new tattoo artist

Of course he was attracted to her. She's beautiful. Long black hair, huge chocolate brown eyes with flecks of yellow, short, petite and absolutely pocket sized

But he was moody and quiet for the most part, talking to her occasionally and almost always about her work

When there's down time at the shop or she's in between clients, she's with Jimin and her art book, sketching new designs or just drawing

Even though he didn't speak to her much, he watched her. He watched how she was with her clients. Friendly, trying her best to draw a design the customer wanted. While tattooing she behaved according to her client. If they wanted to talk she did otherwise she was silent

No matter what he loved watching her in concentration when her brows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip

She would teach Jimin how to draw, something that was a lost cause but she was patient with him

Tae was starting to have feelings for her. Feelings that he didn't want. Feelings that he shoved away and convinced himself he didn't have.

She was friendly with Lisa and Areum, professional with Jungkook. With him, she only spoke to him when he spoke to her, but she was nice and she smiled at him every time they spoke. It's clear Jimin is her closest friend by the amount of time she spent with him even outside of work

And he was jealous

Jealous that she smiled and laughed with Jimin all the time. Jealous of the constant texting and memeing they do. Jealous of their weekly Friday hang outs

Jimin is his friend. Him, Jimin and Jungkook all started the shop together. After a year of watching her, he accepted he had feelings for her and he had to speak to Jimin. He had to know if his friend was dating her or liked her

Jimin laughed at him while confirming that he and Joanne were just friends. And encouraged Tae to go for it. He did and to his shock she accept

Then went out and became a couple. They've been together for close to eleven months

----------------------------------------------------Pulling in front of his apartment, they sit in the car for a few minutes

"Baby", she says softly, "If you want to be alone tonight it's ok. I get it. I don't want you to force yourself to stick to any plan we made"

He sighs internally. He hates feeling like this. It's happening more and more

It's because he's fallen in love with her. Completely and unconditionally in love

And he's terrified

He's had shitty luck with girls in the past. He's had two girlfriends he loved. And both of them cheated on him and ripped his heart out. Both of them said they loved him, made promises to him and broke them all. They didn't love him

He was heartbroken. He kept trying dating girls but they never took him seriously, leaving after a few months, complaining about how moody he was, how cold. He couldn't help it. He was scared to get close to them

Then he met Mi-Cha

She was sweet, sort of understanding about his attitude and he started to think he could really fall for her. Until he went to her apartment to surprise her and found her fucking her best friend

That was when he said fuck it and swore off girls

When he saw Joanne, he wanted nothing to do with the gorgeous girl. But he kept finding himself talking to her from time to time, watching her all the time. When he asked her out, he figured it would end by the third month

She would get annoyed with his attitude, his moods, his inability to be as affectionate as he used to be

She already knew how he was though. Jimin had approached her after her first date with Tae and asked her to not hurt his friend. She was bewildered with his request and Jimin told her some of Taehyung's past . She was horrified other girls treated him like that

She herself has a very understanding, helpful personality. She knows when to give him space. She knew he wasn't that affectionate and it was ok with her. He held her hand, kissed her but that's all up until recently when he became a little more affectionate

They have sex but it's always rough and hard, never soft. He allows cuddling for a little while and she always knows when he's had enough without him telling her. She always knows what he needs and gives it to him

That's why it was so easy to fall in love with her. And why he's terrified to say anything

"No pumpkin it's ok. I want you to stay with me"

She's the only girl he's given a nickname aside from "babe". To him she's not "babe". She's baby and pumpkin

"Ok Tae"

Once inside his apartment, he goes straight to his room to lay down. When he's in one of his moods he doesn't want to so anything but lay down. She follows him, standing in his doorway

"Are you hungry baby? I can make something"

He shakes his head, "Just come. Watch something"

She nods, walking into his room. She changes into some pj's she keeps in his apartment, then sits next to him on his bed. He turns the tv on, flipping through the channels. He stops at an Avengers movie

"This ok?"

"Sure Tae"

He nods, propping himself against his headboard. He takes her wrist, pulling her to him. She's surprised at the affection . While he has been more affectionate lately, he's usually not when he's in a mood. But she's going to take it. She settles against his side, her head on his chest, eyes on the tv

He can't pay attention to the movie. All he can think about is what he should do

He loves her. She makes him happy. She makes him laugh and smile. She's patient with him, she's silly and he loves her antics. She cares for him, takes care of him, puts him first, does anything for him even when he doesn't ask. She's a pure, genuinely good person

She slowly melted the ice around his heart and he fell for her hard. He wants to tell her but he doesn't think he's ready. He knows it's not fair to her. But everytime he's fallen in love or feelings started to grow, it always blows up in his face. Cheating, leaving, heartbreak. Everything he wants to avoid

Everything he knows she would never do to him but he can't break this fear. And it leaves him in a bad mood everytime. More often now because he's always thinking about it

His behavior has changed. He noticed it but he doesn't know if she has. He's been more affectionate. When they're in the shop and have free time, he pulls her in his lap and holds her. Plays with her hair, kisses her cheeks, lips, neck, hands. Smiles more. He's taken to having is arm around her waist or shoulder when they're walking. When they're standing, his arms are around her, holding her close. He's cracking more jokes, being a little silly with her when she is

She brings his old self out. How he used to be before the hurt, before the brooding. When he was the life of the party, the life of the group

He looks down at her, at how she fits perfectly against him, at his side. He knows she belongs at his side and he belongs at hers. He wishes he could just open his mouth and stay it to her

He moves his hand into her hair, running his fingers in the soft black strands. She looks up at him, worry in her gorgeous eyes

She sits up, "Are you alright baby? Is there anything you want to talk about?"

He shakes his head

"Ok baby", she answers, kissing his cheek

He stops her before she pulls away, pressing his lips against hers. She kisses him back, her hand stroking his cheek softly. He can absolutely drown in her kisses

The first time he kissed her, fireworks exploded in his vision and he though he was going insane. A kiss has never done that to him before.

And he has no idea that she had the exact same reaction. Fireworks, disbelief that the shit in the movies was real and she was feeling it with him

And ever since that first time, every time they kiss, both of them feel like they did that first time

He moves his tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard. She knows what he wants. It's the same thing she wants

He's groping her hard, getting rough when he really wants to be gentle and soft. But he's scared to be. And she doesn't know how, but she knows that's not what he needs right now. She gently takes his hands off her

He pulls away, looking at her confused. Is she telling him no? His heart constricts in fear. Fear that it's starting. That she's starting to pull away from him. That she's fed up with him and his attitude

His thoughts cease when her soft lips press against his. She slowly climbs in his lap, kissing him passionately but softly. And slowly

Her hands move into his hair, running her fingers in it until she moves them to cup his face. She pulls away, looking at him so softly. So lovingly?

She moves to him, kissing his forehead gently. Then his cheeks, his brow, the tip of his nose and his lips again

He doesn't know what's going on. What she's doing or why she's being different. But he knows that he likes it and he doesn't know if he should let her continue this way

Her lips kiss along his jaw, shivers running through his body, small whimpers leaving his mouth against his will. When her lips start kissing his neck, he calls her name

"Jo, I-"

"Shh baby", she whispers, "Just let me. Just once"

Let her? Let her what?

She slowly pulls his shirt up and off his body, her lips continuing to kiss his neck

"Just let me love you", she breathes

His breath hitches, as her words sink in

"Let me love you"

She....she loves him? Is that what she's saying? Or that she wants to go slow with him?

"Just this time Tae"

As she kisses along his shoulder, her hands are on his body, one on his back the other playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He doesn't know if he should give in but she's making him feel so good, so loved that he doesn't want it to stop

"Yeah", he murmurs

She pulls away from his shoulder, smiling brightly at him. Her lips press against his, gently pushing him until he's leaning against the headboard

Then her lips go to work, trailing kisses back down his shoulder. But she doesn't stop. He watches her in complete surprise and awe as she starts kissing down his arm. Her kisses feel so good against his skin as they move down his tattooed arm

When she gets to his hands she kisses the back of it, then his palm and each one of his fingertips. She laces her fingers with his, then kisses the other side of his neck mirroring what she did on the other side

She's kissing his other hand while his brain is imploding. No one has every made him feel this way. Made him feel absolutely and unconditionally loved. She is the only girl who's ever done this. Just kissing him. Just loving him

Just doing something just for him, for his pleasure, to make him feel good without expecting anything back

He shouldn't be surprised that she's this way. She's always been that way with him for everything. Especially sex. Giving him everything, not caring if she orgasms as long as he feels good

She peppers kisses all over his chest, her fingers tracing his tattoos. She loves to do that and he loves feeling it. She can sit for hours, tracing the tattoo lines on his arms, his chest, his back. Her fingers are so small and feel so soft when she touches him

She drags hot open mouth kisses down his stomach, licking and nipping his abs. Her hands move lower, fingers hooking inside his pants and boxers slowly pulling them down

He lifts himself so she can pull them all the way down. Once they're off, he watches her kiss up his leg and thigh, then switch to the other side

She presses her lips against his length, slowly kissing up. He closes his eyes, moaning softly because it feels so fucking good

She kisses his head, her tongue softly licking the underside. He bites his lip, shivering at the pleasure. Her tongue moves to the base of his cock and licks up

"Fuck", he groans

She takes him in her mouth, sucking softly and gently

"Baby", he moans

She knows exactly what he likes and she loves giving it to him. Going down on him is pleasurable for her too. She loves the way he fits in her mouth, she loves sucking on him and she loves tasting him

Making sure her tongue is flat against his shaft, she moves her head down, deepthroating him, slowly

"Oh god", he whines, the pleasure unbelievable

He's never had a slow blow job before but it feels amazing. He can feel every lick, every suck, every swallow she does on his cock

She tastes his cum as he leaks into her mouth and she knows he's close. She moves down, getting part of him in her throat and she sucks

"Joanne baby oh my fucking God", he cries, pure pleasure taking over as he cums in her mouth

She swallows his cum, absolutely loving his taste. She keeps sucking on him gently and so softly, to get him hard again. He moans, oversensitivity hitting him mixed with more pleasure.

After a few minutes the pleasure takes over again and he feels his cock getting harder. She sucks a little harder, making him cry out in pleasure, making him rock hard again

She pulls away and he grabs her shoulders, pulling her up, his lips against hers. My god he wants her so much. He pulls up her shirt, tossing it on the floor, then pulls down her pants and panties

When they're off, she moves on top of him, her mouth still against his. He holds his cock under her, helping her get on him. He pushes her down as she takes him in a little at a time, her small tight pussy opening just for him

She becomes so much more wet as she feels him fill her so perfect, her juice leaking around his cock. She takes him all in, sitting flush against him while she uncontrollably throbs on him

"So good baby", he whispers

"Mhmm", she hums

She moves her arms around his neck and kisses him as she moves on him. Pleasure fills both of them as she slowly slides up and down his length, squeezing him and hugging him tightly

Her pussy is so tight for him all the time while he's always so hard for her, feeling so good inside. She switches her movements, moving her hips and grinding on him, while he kisses her neck

"Yes baby. God you're fucking perfect", he murmurs against her neck

Rocking back and forth on him, he knows she's close but feels her force herself to let go of him

She's trying to stop her orgasm. He knows she's doing it for him, so he can feel good for longer. But she doesn't know her orgasm is one of the most pleasurable things he's ever felt. He's never told her

"No baby, don't stop. Please", he begs

He actually begs her

"Please let me feel you. I want you to cum on me"

"Tae", she moans, her voice full of pleasure

"Please baby", he whimpers, moving his hand to her clit, rubbing it softly

"Oh Tae", she groans, her pulsing getting so hard and fast

"Cum for me baby. Please, for me"

"Tae", she whimpers, her orgasm rolling through her, her back arching

Pleasure slams into him as she cums on him

"Bbbb...baby!", he chokes out, "Oh yes baby. Feels so good baby."

"Iiii....it does?"

She's shocked he's saying that

"Yes baby. It's the best. It so feels so fucking amazing when you cum baby"

When the haze of her orgasm leaves her head, she can't wrap her head around what he said. He likes when she cums on him? She knows he likes making her orgasm but she had no idea he likes how it feels

He moves her on her back, laying on top of her, his cock still buried inside her

"More baby. More", he asks, slowly thrusting inside her, "Please can you do it again for me?"

She nods, clinging onto his neck, bliss coursing through both of them. He kisses her and she moves her hips up, meeting his thrusts. He absolutely loves going slow with her

Making love to her. Because he knows that's what he's doing. They're making love to each other. He knows he's telling her how he feels without saying it and he hopes to god she understands

She does. She knows how hard it will be for him to say the words to her. But she knows he loves her from the way he is around her. And from how they're being now. She can wait until he's ready to say it. She'll wait for him forever. Because she loves him more than anything in the world. He is her world and she wouldn't have it any other way

They move together, clinging to each other, soft moans and whines filling the room

"Tae", she calls

He knows, he can feel her. And he's right there too

"Please baby. Cum with me baby"

"Yes Tae"

Their next move causes pure ecstacy as they orgasm together, bodies pressing as close together as they could, his face buried in her neck

"I love you Tae", she whisper in his ear, just as she explodes

Hearing that causes more pleasure for him, as he cums hard inside her. It takes a few seconds for the pleasure to leave their bodies

She's exhausted. He's tired too but his head is awake with thoughts. She said she loves him. Should he say it back? Is he ready to say it?

Tonight changes everything for him. Not because she said she loves him although that is a huge part. But because of the way they were together. He feels the crippling fear he had the entire relationship crack.

They made love to each other. That is huge for him. He hasn't done that with anyone in years. And it felt right with her. Natural with her. Like that's how it's supposed to be. Like he's supposed to be with her. Like they're meant for each other. Because they are, he realizes

He pulls out, but she's still holding him, rubbing his back and playing with his hair. He wraps his arms around her, relaxing and laying his head on her shoulder

"I love you Taehyung", she tells him softly

He doesn't know what to do. What to say. He loves her more than anything in the world. She's his one. Of this he's one hundred percent sure

After everything he's been through, he's found his one. They are meant to be together

But he doesn't know how to tell her that. Not yet. While he realized she's his forever, he's not sure how to say it

She runs her fingers in his hair, "You don't have to say anything Tae. And I'm not going to keep telling you I love you alright? I won't say it again until you're ready to hear it. I just wanted you to know once. And I want you to know that I'm always going to love you. I won't stop. I won't leave you, I won't hurt you, I won't abandon you."

He feels tears in his eyes at her words. He's heard them before but from her he knows she means them. She never says anything she doesn't mean

"I'm not going anywhere Tae. I'll wait for you as long as you need ok?"

He can't answer lest he starts crying. So he just nods. She tilts her head down, kissing his forehead, then tightens her arms around him, closing her eyes

They hold each other, him watching her fall asleep. Soon, he tells himself

He'll tell her he loves her soon, to her face instead of just saying it in his head or when she's asleep

He'll let go of everything holding him back, shatter the fear and he'll be unconditional to her. They'll love each other and they'll be happy

Because she makes him so happy and he swears he will make her happy. Always

He leans his forehead against her neck, closing his eyes

She's drifting off into a deep sleep when she hears him say so softly,

"I love you"

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Caught in the crossfire | Chapter 1

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: assassin au; strangers to lovers; 18+ rating.

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: Mentions death, Taehyung is an assassin/killer, you’re unaware you’re being watched/monitored, Taehyung has questionable morals

Authors Note: Another day, another series, this time it’s Taehyungs turn. It has a pretty dark theme (I think I’ve just been watching too many police/mystery/thriller shows (Line of Duty!!!!)). I hope you enjoy!!

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Deep breath in.

Focus.

Deep breath out.

Follow the movements. Keep the target on shot.

Deep breath in.

Light pressure on the trigger.

Deep breath out.

One last check. Wind Ok. Distance Ok. Target in focus. Everything as planned.

Deep breath in.

Press the trigger. Bullet escapes the chamber, flies through the air, shatters the window, but neither the wind nor the glass stops its trajectory. It meets its intended target, on the intended spot.

Taehyung waits a second to see the body fall to the floor, making sure the job is done. Then he’s deconstructing his gun. He hardly has to think as he pulls the silencer off, his mind going almost numb as his body takes over, a process he has done thousands of times now. It takes him no time for the sniper to be in parts and back in its case. Standing up he picks up the case and casually walks away from the scene of the crime, making sure no evidence is left behind.

This is the most important time to not panic. Most people probably think it’s when you’re pulling the trigger, but it is actually after when you’re at your most vulnerable. If someone were to see him now, they would probably put two and two together and come up with him as the answer. Not something he needed the police, or any other interested parties hearing. If he were to run, he would look suspicious, if he were to act like he isn’t supposed to be there, then it’s as if he’s asking to be caught. No, the secret is to blend in, to look like you haven’t just killed somebody.

He casually walks down the stair well of the building. He passes one other person who he looks dead in the eye and gives them a small smile and nod of the head, a gesture less suspicious than avoiding eye contact and looking awkward. Weirdly the guy is more likely to forget him, Taehyung notices the way the man turns away from his stare, as if he feels awkward being acknowledged by a stranger. He won’t have even gotten a good look at Tae if by some small chance the police come knocking at his door.

Once at street level he steps out onto the pavement, walking the route to his car, a route he had scouted out days earlier and knows will avoid all CCTV cameras. It will be like he was never here.

He places the case with the sniper in in the boot and then gets into the driver's seat. He stays fully concentrated until he pulls into the garage for his building. Any small mistake could catch him out and he knows it. Slipping through a red light, breaking the speed limit, not wearing his seat belt. Small mistakes that would equate to monumental mistakes. He’s been doing this for years and still doesn’t slip, it was always the small things that got you caught in the end, and he was determined to never get caught.

It’s only until the door to his flat is closed behind him that he can fully relax. He dumps the sniper in his safe before collapsing on the sofa. Pulling out his phone he sends a quick message, it’s done, before checking his bank.

He’s always thought it was like some sort of magic trick, online banking, just numbers on a screen, the higher the better, and then the tap of a card and you can have anything you want (within reason). Looking at the screen now he’s satisfied to see the numbers have increased by the agreed amount since this morning. Now the job was truly done.

The tension leaves his body and he can feel his weight sink further into the sofa. The guilt of killing someone never comes. He never thinks there is anything to feel guilty about. He kills people, sure, but they always deserve it, there is always a reason behind it, otherwise he wouldn’t take the shot. Tonight, a member of a gang who had been selling drugs on the side for his own benefit, as well as using his connections to traffic humans. Not cool.

Some might say it’s an extreme sentence. What that unknown man was doing was wrong, 99.9% of the population would agree with him, but did he really deserve to die? Why not call the Police? Because the Police had too much other shit on their hands, that’s why. They never seemed to have time to deal with things like this, had red tape and a list of boxes they needed to tick before anything was actually done. And even then, the guy would be thrown into a prison for a few years just to be released able to do it all again.

But Taehyung didn’t have any of those rules and regulations he had to follow.

He doesn’t choose the target; he works freelance and gets sent jobs through interested 3rd parties. He’s good at what he does, and his bank balance reflects that. But that doesn’t mean he has no morals. There is always a reason, even if he is never provided with it, he doesn’t just turn up to a spot and pull the trigger, no, there is more work involved than that. He has to scope out the best place to do the deed, and whilst he’s doing that, he finds information, information that usually tells him why the person has been given a death sentence. To date he has never found a reason that someone didn’t deserve to die. That the person hadn’t committed some hideous act. That the world wouldn’t be a better place without them in it.

But that was before he got sent your information.

Even though he had the destination set on his maps it took him a few wrong turns to find the shop. On the bottom of a high-rise building, next door to a small café and a laundrette, he wonders how any of the places manage to stay open. It wasn’t far out of the city centre, but with no other shops in the area, you would have to be purposefully coming this way to spot it. But maybe that was what you wanted, maybe that was the perfect situation for whatever hidden activities you did behind the doors.

The bell above the door jingles when he walks in. The sort of noise you expect from a small bookshop like yours. There’s a display at the front of the shop with signed editions of books. Another small table next to it with best sellers. A rack of individual sheets of wrapping paper. And then rows and rows of books. It wasn’t a big shop, but you were definitely utilising every space you could, cramming as much in as possible.

His eyes scan the empty shop. It was the sort of place that drew people in with its uniqueness. You came in for that one book you’ve been searching for everywhere and leave with three books you had no prior intension of buying, a novelty pen and a notebook that states you’ve got this on the front. It was cute, and he hated it.

Taehyung steps towards the closest display, his eyes scanning the piles of books that are buy one get one half price, when you finally appear. He recognises you immediately from the picture that sat on his computer. Though your hair is styled differently, your clothes different from the picture, you are exactly as he expected.

Y/N. He even knew your name. Knew you owned this shop and ran it alone. Knew that the flat that stood above the shop was where you lived. Knew you lived there alone, had no partner. He knew your age, your height, could probably find out your dress size if he really cared that much. He knew so much about you, and yet this was his first time ever seeing you in person.

He watches as you carry sheets of wrapping paper over to the stand before looking in his direction, a wide and welcoming smile on your face.

“Hello, is there anything I can help you with?”

Your voice was one of the things he didn’t know before stepping in here and he can’t help but think how much it suits you. It has a singing quality to it. Light and airy and happy just like your appearance.

He returns a boxy smile to you, relaxing his face to look less calculating. Slipping into the role of the curious customer he was supposed to be playing.

“Yes, actually. I’ve been looking for a book for a while now and didn’t want to buy it off Amazon, but seems I’ve been pretty unsuccessful in finding it elsewhere so far.”

His words cause the smile on your face to widen, he was trying to gain your trust, to get on your good side and it looked like his words were working.

“Well I hope I can help. What’s the name of the book?”

“See here’s the thing. You’d think I’d remember that by now, but all I know is it’s the one that the film The Arrival is based on?”

A small chuckle leaves your lips and the sound causes Taehyung's smile to become more genuine. He follows you to the counter as you head behind the till, standing opposite you as you start to type on the screen.

“I know the one, Stories of Your Life and Others. I just need to check the authors name, but I think you may be in luck.”

You knew your stuff about books then, or you had just been lucky to know the book Tae was talking about. But then if this was all a front, a way for you to hide what you were truly doing, it would help if you had some knowledge of the business, so really, it should be no surprise you knew the book. Still, it didn’t help Taehyung work out why your details had been sent to him.

When the information had come through to him, it had made him immediately interested. It wasn’t just the extraordinarily large sum of money that sat next to the word fee, because that had made his eyebrows raise; even the guy who had killed a mafia bosses' kid didn’t fetch what was being asked for you. No, what interested him was that you looked nothing like anyone that was normally sent his way. Not that there was a prerequisite for how all psychotic, murdering, child molesting, drug dealing, human trafficking weirdos that Taehyung was paid to kill should look, but you definitely looked different to all of them.

He couldn’t pin point what it was about you, but there seemed to be an innocence to you. And now he’s met you, even though it’s barely been 5 minutes, that statement seems to ring even more true.

As he follows you through the small shop to where you believe the book is placed, he can’t help but think that you would never be capable of committing any of the crimes that currently run through his head. It might be naïve of him, but he’s been in this game long enough to have good instincts on the matter. But that’s exactly why he’s doing all of this. Scoping out the target to find out why they fell into his lap, as much as to find out the best way to kill them. If there was something you were trying to hide, he would find it, and then he would know whether you deserved to die.

“Here we are,” you say as you come to a stop, hand reaching out to the shelf and pulling out the book he’d mentioned.

“Next time, I’ll know that I should start my search here,” the words evoke another smile from you.

“I try to stock a good range. And if we don’t have it then I can order it in for you.”

You were a good sales woman if nothing else. He’d almost believe this was your only income, that you needed this sale.

“Is there anything else you needed?” You ask.

“I might just have a browse if that’s ok?”

“Of course, take your time. I’ll be back at the front so just give me a shout if you need any help.”

His eyes remain on you as you walk back to re-stocking the wrapping paper. You seem oblivious to the danger you are currently in. Not that he expected you to know that you are currently in the same shop as one of the best assassins in the country, if not the world. But it felt strange that you were alone. No one else in the shop to watch your back or do business with. In his experience, it was rare for people to work alone, it made them vulnerable not having someone on their side, someone to help look out for and cover any mistakes.

But then Taehyung was alone, always had been. And he had done a lot of things to warrant a black line through his name. It makes him wonder what number would be next to fee if someone was to ever send a hit out on him. Almost definitely not as large as the number on yours, though he imagined it would be close if enough people knew what he’d done.

But he had never crossed the line and got caught. He had never been stupid enough for someone to find out who he was and what he had done. A few people knew, a few trusted people, and even they didn’t know all the details. That was your mistake, whatever you had done, or are doing, you’d been caught.

Taehyung goes back to scanning the shelves. Shuffling along the rows of books, eyes dancing across the book spines, hardly taking the words in. His mind was more preoccupied with memorising the layout of the shop, working out places to hide, trying to see if there was anything amiss.

When he gets to the end of the row, he sees the door to the back of the shop. The doors open and from where he is stood, he can see the boxes of presumably extra stock and not much else. Glancing over his shoulder he sees that you’re still busy putting the wrapping paper on the rack with your back to Taehyung. He dips into the room, steps around the corner so that you won’t see him if you turn to look.

There are more boxes littering the small room. Pulling back the cardboard lid Taehyung sees it’s what he expected, fresh unopened books inside. He has a desire to pull back the covers and sniff the fresh pages, but instead continues to look around. To be honest it looks exactly like any stock room in any small book shop. The only thing of note is the set of stairs that lead to the flat above. A piece of information to store for another day.

With one last glance around the room Taehyung heads back out into the shop, where you’re still oblivious to the customer in your shop who is not shopping. He heads towards the till, picking up another random book on his way.

Placing the books on the counter is enough to get your attention. You almost spring into action, leaving the sheets of wrapping paper on the floor you brush your hands on your trousers before stepping behind the counter.

“Find everything you wanted?” You ask as you pick up the books he’s buying, silently judging his choice.

“It’s a really nice shop you have,” he says instead. “Have you had it long?”

He watches your eyes going from the books to his eyes, eyebrows lifting in surprise.

“Most people assume I’m just an assistant, not the owner.”

“Why?” Taehyung fakes surprise. “It’s not impossible for a young, beautiful woman like you to own a shop.”

He takes a small amount of pleasure watching the way your head ducks when he calls you beautiful. Your fingers fumble while they tap numbers on the screen. Again, it makes him wonder how someone like you could ever be considered dangerous.

“They’re especially surprised when they hear I did it all alone,” he doesn’t miss the cocky smirk that comes to your face, though you remain looking away from him, showing you’re still timid.

“It’s not a family business?” He digs.

“Unfortunately, not. It would have saved me a lot of hassle if it was,” you finally meet his eyes and he can see the truth behind your statement. “No. This was the result of a dream, a lot of hard work, and a couple of loans.”

“It looks like it’s all paid off at least,” he nods his head in the direction of the shop.

“Hopefully,” you give him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes and he has a desire to ask you about it. But he’s a stranger to you, just a customer that is buying two books, why would you ever tell him what you’re really thinking?

“So, that’s £17.98,” you say and he holds up his card in answer to how he’s paying.

You tap a few buttons, he taps his card on the card reader, and the transaction is done. You pack up the books into a small paper bag and rip off the recipe, shoving it in the bag with the books.

Then you turn nervous again. You give him a few small glances, and he can see you’re wondering whether to say something. He silently wills you on, puts on his least intimidating smile, as if it will help coax out the words.

“We do events here. I don’t know if you would be interested. There’s book signings with local authors, a few coffee mornings with the café next door, a book club if that’s your sort of thing, we do children's story time if you have any kids?” You can barely look him in the eye as you hold onto a leaflet with dates of upcoming events. The whole thing so endearing that he has to try and supress the smile threatening his lips.

“No kids,” he says and almost laughs when he sees you shoot him a look that looks a lot like relief. “But I’d be very interested in some of the other things. What’s the next one you have coming up?”

You turn shy again, looking down at the leaflet to check the dates that he knows will probably already be in your head.

“We have the author Isabella Tree coming in to talk about her book Wilding,” you shoot him an amused smile. “I know, her name is too perfect. It’s like the olden days when your name was your occupation.”

He lets out an amused chuckle and your face lights up. “And what about you? Are you a Page or a Reade?”

He can almost feel the heat radiating off you at this point and it gives him more confidence. Even he has to admit that was a smooth line.

“No,” you squeak the words out. “I’m Y/N.”

“Taehyung,” he smiles down at you. “Well, I’ll definitely be interested in coming to the event. Do I have to buy a ticket or anything?”

“No tickets, just turn up on the day,” you reply.

He nods, picking up the bag with his new books. “I might see you there then.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” you say as he heads towards the door.

He doesn’t look back, but can feel your eyes on him the whole way. He came here for answers, and not that he expected to have them all by now, but he certainly didn’t expect to be walking away with more questions than he arrived with. At least there would be another opportunity to snoop and hopefully get all his ends tied up.

The tables that held signed copies of books and best sellers when he was last here are now pushed to the edges of the room, snacks instead of books on them. There are a couple of rows of chairs all facing one direction, where a solitary chair sits.

Taehyung walks straight over to the snacks, shoving a few crisps in his mouth while he looks around the small bookshop.

There were only 4 other people sat waiting for the author to come out, more than he would have guessed, and you were nowhere to be seen. Presumably you were out back with the author, doing whatever people do when waiting to speak about a book they’ve written.

He had little to no interest in Wilding the book Isabella Tree was about to speak about. But it was the first event you had going, and like hell he was going to wait a month for an evening with Sylvia Day, some erotic novelist. Then the only other option was a reading of The Gruffalo, and he wasn’t above kidnapping a child to fit in, plus, he had already told you he had no children. Wilding it was, which in all honesty, could be a lot worse.

He takes a small paper plate and loads it with as many snacks as he can before taking one of the seats at the back.

You walk out minutes later, introducing the woman next to you as Isabella, who launches into a speech about how her and her husband changed their farming techniques to become less intensive, allowing nature to take back areas in a bid to become more ecological as well more sustainable. Honestly, Taehyung found it surprisingly interesting. Isabella managed to make the time fly enough that he wasn’t constantly looking down at his watch, and for that, he was grateful.

There are a few questions at the end, but then the event is over, however, as Taehyung hoped, people lingered. Drawn back to the snack table, he chats with a few people before heading over to you.

“Hey,” he says, and doesn’t miss the way your shoulders tense in surprise.

You turn on the spot to face him. “Hi. I’m so glad you could make it. What did you think?”

“Really interesting, especially the bit about how we are slowly but surely killing our biodiversity,” Taehyung widens his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. “But no, it was good. Especially the Cheese and Onion crisps.”

You laugh, a full belly laugh, head falling back on your neck, and something swoops inside Taehyung at the sight.

“It’s good you learnt something at least. That’s why I like doing these things so much. Sometimes people come with no idea about the book or author and go away loving it,” you say, face lighting with passion. “And the crisps are Tyrrells. There’s still a half open bag if you want it?”

“Now that I can be on board with,” he shoots you a wide boxy smile. “One last thing though. I don’t suppose you have a toilet I can nip into?”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Go through the door at the back and on your right there's a bathroom.”

“Thanks,” he shoots you one last smile before you are pulled into another conversation and he starts off to the back of the room.

He’s been through the door before. The stock room looks exactly how it had the other day, boxes piled on the floor, table in the corner. He can see the door for the bathroom, pokes his head around the door just to check, but that’s not really why he’s come back here.

He’s quick to leap up the stairs, trying his best to keep his feet light so no one can hear him. The door at the top of the stairs has a lock but is thankfully open. Pushing it open and stepping inside, he is met with the sight of a small flat that reflects the space of the shop below. Instead of book shelves there's a sofa and a TV. Instead of a counter and till there’s a small kitchen area and breakfast bar. And to the side there’s a door that is pushed open showing a double bed and wardrobe doors. It’s not a big space, but it looks cosy, enough for one person, and Taehyung is pretty thankful it’s not bigger as it will mean his next job is not made harder.

He starts off by looking at the most obvious places, he has limited time, so if he’s going to get caught in the act early, he needs to think strategically. His eyes do a quick sweep of the room and he lands on his first point of interest.

Your laptop is just sat on the sofa, it’s like an invitation to just open it up and have a look. Taehyung doesn’t even sit down as he picks it up, he needs to remain mobile, if you walked into the room now and he was sat lounging on your sofa he wouldn’t be able to worm his way out of the situation as easily. The screen lights up and immediately he’s on the home page; you don’t even have a password? It makes him think there is nothing of note on here, but he still does a few clicks around to check. As expected, nothing.

He places the laptop back in the same spot he found it, before moving on. Surely there is another laptop somewhere. All he’d found on that one was some personal holiday photos and documents to do with the bookshop. There could be some folders in the deepest darkest depths of that laptop that incriminated you somehow, but it just didn’t add up in his mind. His search was quick but thorough and he saw nothing.

But his search didn’t stop there. Maybe you were old school, kept whatever you did on paper. Maybe you did have another laptop that was in a safe, hidden away. Maybe you did business purely on a mobile. There were still options.

Taehyung does as in depth a search as he can under the pretence that he’s in the toilet. He knew if he spent too long up here you would come looking, or he would have some awkward interaction when he comes out of the toilet after 20 minutes.

Like the laptop his search is quick but thorough. And he finds absolutely nothing.

There is no evidence of you being a murderer. Nothing about you owing money to some dodgy dealers who have chosen that you’ve had enough warning and should be killed. No documents of you moving illegal goods across borders. No messages to anyone that could be classed as dangerous, and Taehyung would recognise their names as he has dealt with a lot of dangerous people. No human trafficking. No evidence you’re a gang leader. Nothing to say you were an online hacker. No stolen goods.

He’s stumped. Something no one has ever done, and you’ve done it.

He can’t kill you without knowing that you’re a bad person. He can’t ask you what you’ve done, but he also can’t find anything anywhere about literally anything illegal you’ve done. There wasn’t even any parking or speeding tickets. You were as clean as they come.

There were still possibilities. You could have a warehouse, a separate location where everything is stored and happens. But he doesn’t have time for that. He’s been given a job that has a time-frame, this isn’t some fun activity he’s decided to do.

He heads back down the stairs, back through the stock room, through the door into the shop.

It’s as if he hadn’t left, you were still talking to the same person who caught you after he left. No one had, thankfully, noticed he’d been gone longer than for just a wee.

He comes to stand next to you, mind still whirling with the possibilities of who you are and why people want you dead. He joins the conversation half way through, the confusion obviously evident on his face when you attempt to get him involved in the conversation by explaining.

“Have you heard of the politician Robert Morton who’s been accused of having loads of affairs?”

He didn’t really follow the news, or generally keep up to date with what was happening in the world, but he would have struggled to avoid this story, it was everywhere.

“I don’t really see why it’s become such a massive story, sure having an affair when you’re trying to become Prime Minster must not be a good look, but does it stop him effectively doing his job?” He comes clean on his lack of knowledge on the topic.

The woman you were talking to, who he doesn’t know, speaks up. “It’s more than him just having an affair though. This dates back years. There’s rumours of the terrible things that he did to these women, though no one has actually come forward to say anything against him.”

“White men in power,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Innocent until proven guilty,” Tae chips in, which was evidently the wrong thing to say when both women shoot him displeased looks.

“He’s going to have to do a miracle to get this one to blow over. He’s not got long left till the vote and I can say that it makes me not want to vote for him,” the woman continues.

“I guess if no one comes forward to actually say that these allegations are right though, how do we know it’s not just his opposition framing him to make themselves look better?” You say.

“True,” the woman lets out a sigh. “It’s like the whole Harvey Weinstein scandal. How do these men get away with these crimes for years with no consequences?”

Jesus, this was serious for a book event. He would need a strong drink if he was going to continue talking politics.

He nods his head in the direction of the snack table and swiftly departs the conversation.

He would have loved to have told them what he did, loved to have seen the look on their faces when he said that it was his job to kill people who did what those men were doing. And he totally agreed with what they were saying, it was wrong, and they deserved to be punished to hell for it. But it seems to only solidify in his mind that you are not bad. The genuine innocence in your voice at the thought of what those men had done sounded real, but if you knew that there were men, and women, out there, living scout free who have done things one hundred times worse, he wonders how you’d react then.

You were either innocent, or one hell of a good actresses. And Taehyung was unsure which one to believe.

He had devoured most of the snack table before you made your way over to him. Thankfully you were alone this time.

“You’re making it so much easier for me to clear up.”

“I can lick the bowls clean if you want?” He asks and watches the amusement sparkle in your eyes.

“It would make the washing up easier too,” you joke.

“I did genuinely enjoy tonight by the way.”

“I’m glad,” you give him a small but genuine smile. “Believe it or not, this was a pretty good turn out.”

“I can believe it. You should do it more often. I looked at the list and you only have two book events this month, I bet a lot of people would be interested if you did more,” his words weren’t a lie for once.

“Find me the authors and maybe I’ll take you up on the offer.”

You seemed so unlike when he first met you. That day you were all shy and preserved. Sure, you had welcomed him to the shop and engaged in conversation with him, but that seemed like a front that you put on because you had to talk to customers. Today, you seem more confident, more open and easy to talk to. It throws him for six, unsure what to think.

“Looks like people are heading home,” he nods his head in the direction of one of the people leaving the shop. “Want me to help clear up?”

You look up at him, eyes wide with surprise, as if no one has ever offered to help you before.

“Don’t be silly,” you stutter the words out and it only makes the fondness in him grow.

“Silly,” he chuckles like he’s never heard the word before, he’s definitely not been called it before. “It’s the least I can do as I cleared you out of crisps.”

Your eyes search his, but he remains calm under your gaze. He wants to stay, and he realises it’s not only because it would be another good opportunity to find out more information about you.

“You didn’t. Like I said, there’s still a half open bag out back. Which I will get for you before you leave.”

“Ah, so you want me to clean you out?”

He can see you flush under the words, even though you don’t outwardly show it. His smile only broadens at the effect he is having on you.

“They’ll only get chucked if you don’t take them,” you shrug.

“Well, we can’t have that.”

He watches your throat bob at his deepened voice. God, you were too easy. But you were trying hard to not make it obvious and he had to commend that at least.

You don’t say a word as you turn and head to the back of the shop. Taehyung watches as you disappear from site, then surveys the shop. He pretends to be interested in the remaining customers when he senses you coming back. Pretends to be surprised when you appear at his side, as if he had no idea you had even come back.

“Don’t eat them too fast,” you say when you hand over the promised bag.

“I owe you,” he says.

“It’s fine,” you say, wafting a hand in front of you as if dismissing the whole thing.

“Well, Y/N,” he says, standing to his full height. “Thanks for inviting me tonight. It was a lovely evening. I will see you soon.”

“Thanks for coming,” you look up at him, your voice once again weak.

He gives you one last large smile before turning on his heels. He feels your eyes on him the whole way, and when he gets to the door he pauses and looks back, confirming his suspicions when he meets your eyes.

“And thanks for the crisps,” he lifts the bag in the air as evidence for what he means before opening the door and leaving, not waiting to see if you reply.

He clicks open the secure messaging system. It’s unconventional what he’s about to do, there’s probably some rule somewhere that says he can’t do it. But what are they going to do? He’s freelance so they can’t fire him. They could not hire him again, maybe tell other’s not to too, but he doubts they would do that.

There’s no other way around it. He’s done what he can to find out who you are and has found nothing, so asking the source is his only option.

Taehyung: I have questions about my latest hit and why they have been given to me to deal with.

He doesn’t know who sits on the other end of the computer reading his messages, just like they don’t know who he is. Unknown is the only name he is ever given for any of the people he talks to. It’s safer for everyone that it’s done that way.

Three dots appear showing someone is typing.

Unknown: What’s happened? Has something gone wrong?

Taehyung: Nothings gone wrong. I just fail to see why this person deserves to die.

Unknown: I see you’re playing Judge and Jury now. It’s not really your decision. We pay you to do a job not make decisions.

Taehyung: A job I can decline.

There’s a pause. No dots appear and he wonders if he’s pushed them too far.

He’s made them think. They don’t have to tell him anything besides a name and a price. But equally he doesn’t have to accept that offer. If he declines then they could get someone else, but that someone else would be less clean and everyone knows it. Taehyungs using his celebrity as the best assassin to get what he wants.

Unknown: What do you want to know?

It’s a question even he struggles with. What does he want to know? The list is too long to type out now. Even if he did, he knows they would laugh him out the room and he would be without any answers. No. He needs to think this through, pitch them the perfect question that will give him what he needs.

Taehyung: Why?

He types the single word and presses send, but then continues to clarify.

Taehyung: Why does someone want her dead? What has she done?

He waits. No dots appear and he wonders whether he’ll ever get an answer. But he can see the other person is still online. It’s like a game of chicken, waiting to see who will give in first. Them with their information or Taehyung with the prospect of the money from the job.

Taehyungs will wins as the three dots shows them typing.

And then the message appears. The reason you’re wanted dead. There, in plain black and white. No mistaking the reason.

Taehyung falls back into his chair, his body going limp with shock. But his eyes remain on the screen, reading the words over and over again as if it will help lessen the blow that has just been dealt to him.

Well fuck, is all he can think.

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