#tae moo x reader

[mikanotes]

— fever, fervor

tae-moo x gn!reader | 2.5k words

genre: childhood friends/exes to -> mutual pining

warnings: swearing, fainting, blood, reader is part of a big and well known company (reader is rich lol), kissing, implied suggestive themes (at the end!!!), injuries, sickness, jealousy

synopsis: kang taemoo was not someone you wanted to meet again. not after breaking up with him in high school. so you're surprised to bump into him again years later, and to get nursed back to health by the man.

author’s note: i like him! *looks behind him* but i do like his gf’s brother and his secretary even more /hj anyways i’m only two eps in for a business proposal so!!! ooc taemoo probably im trying my best thank u

You blew out air with puffed cheeks repeatedly as you jogged (limped) your way down the hotel. You had to meet someone at the restaurant there and you had to get there fast— Being almost a minute late (a minute early) to the appointed time.

You were supposed to meet the soon-to-be CEO of a company your company had a lot of ties with. And as the heir of your family’s company, you had duties. Such as meeting with people like these to make sure things would remain calm and safe and rich even when the previous boss would step down. You couldn’t risk losing profits due to a simple change in CEOs. Or so your parents said.

You really didn’t care. But punctuality was crucial and you were lacking it right now, really badly. You could blame the traffic on your way to the hotel, or your terribly painful, pounding headache from drinking too much with your best friend the day before or the injury you had got on your ankle while running down the stairs of your workplace a few days ago but it would just be embarrassing. No excuses, just be on time— That’s what you grew up with.

So you ran up the stairs to the restaurant, ankle slightly tilting every now and then in your fancy, so-clear-and-washed-that-they-could-serve-as-a-mirror dress shoes. You were careful, really. You didn’t want to risk worsening your injury or getting a new one, so of course you were careful!

So it was not your fault that some man and yourself bumped into eachother at the end of the stairs, almost making you fall backwards had it not been for his quick reflex to grab your wrist. Yet after pulling you back with a bit too much force and causing you to stumble forward and straight into a pillar due to his reflex to move away, he looked at you like you were the one at fault.

Your head pounded harder, now. Your nose was aching from the hit into the wall and your headache worsened. You felt like everything was spinning and your legs felt weak. You furrowed your eyebrows at the man who looked at you with what seemed like annoyance and huffed.

“Kang Taemoo?” you breathed out, brows furrowed in confusion, “Of all people?”

“That’s not what an apology sounds like.” he said.

Yup. Kang Taemoo for sure. With that attitude, it could only be him. Just the same as ten years ago.

“You made me drop my book.” he said, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You huffed a bit, having been running to your class, a little bit late.

“And you walked straight into me because you weren’t looking.” you retorted, scoffing, “Sorry.”

He held up the opened book with one hand. “The pages are creased. You owe me 10,000 won.”

Kang Taemoo was none other than your ex from high school. You broke off because you were both too busy, and with both your characters, ended up on a slightly petty note. You didn't hate each other, but that didn't hold back the sarcastic, annoyed remarks you'd send to each other each time your families' companies held meetings together. Much to their dismay.

You knew your families would've preferred if you got married, even.

You breathed out through your nose and took a deep breath, before nodding a bit hazily. “An apology, of course. I should be surprised you’re not asking me for thanks, but I’m not. I have no reason to…” your breaths grew heavy at each word that left your mouth, and the world darkened each time you took a second too long to blink it away. You huffed out air through puffed cheeks before swallowing thickly, “… Apologize… To you…”

You felt arms catch you before you felt yourself faint.

Now, of course you felt how dizzy everything was, how lightheaded you felt, how darkened your vision grew, how weak your limbs felt. But the panic couldn’t fully settle in when someone caught you before you could even touch the ground.

You blinked hazily. Then you furrowed your eyebrows. “Taemoo, why...”

He pursed his lips into a thin line and you seriously started to wonder what you had done to make him seem like you owed him an apology of sorts. Then your hand came up to your face, the back of it moving to cover your eyes from the blinding lights of the restaurant, when your thumb touched something wet on your upper lip.

You pulled you hand back and suddenly felt very conscious, jumping up from Taemoo’s hold and onto your knees. “Blood. Did I get a nosebleed?” you scoffed to yourself, but then regretted moving so fast, head lolling backwards a bit before you caught yourself on the nearest wall.

Behind you, Taemoo got up and dusted off in his clothes, before pulling at a part of his pristine white shirt and scowling. “Indeed. You owe me 80,000 won.”

You turned around, eyes half-lidded and expression astounded. “Excuse me?”

Only then did you catch sight of the red, unmistakable drop of blood on the man’s shirt. It seemed like he was avoiding contact with your face and his shirt, even. Did he dislike blood that much? You scoffed, a lazy smile on your lips. “I’ll get it washed. I’m not buying you a new shirt.”

He crossed his arms, expression displeased as he walked towards you. You could only look up at him, a bit helpless and still extremely dizzy. And with blood on your face. You blinked slowly, and then looked behind him. Your eyes widened and you pulled Taemoo closer by his legs.

"W-What are you doing?" he exclaimed, trying to step back. He looked over his shoulder and sighed in despair. "I don't know who or what you're trying to hide from, but people are going to get the... wrong idea if you stay like this— Just, get up."

You peeked behind him, watching the man you were supposed to meet walk over to the table you were supposed to be sitting at right now. You hissed and grimaced in annoyance, before leaning your forehead on Taemoo's knee and banging it on his knee. "Argh, seriously. Of all times... Of all times, he just... Oh, fuck."

You suddenly scrambled to get up, finally registering what he had just told you and profusely bowing your head. "Sorry. Sorry, seriously. Didn't think about that."

He sighed, waving in dismissal. "Let's go get a room."

"What?!" you yelled, before clearing your throat and lowering your voice, "What?"

Huh? What was he suggesting? This couldn't possibly be what you thought.

It was, in fact, not what you thought.

You sat on the counter of the hotel bedroom's bathroom as Taemoo carefully dabbed and rubbed on the blood on your face, seemingly very focused on his task. You, on the other hand, couldn't get your focus off how close his face would get every time he cleaned the blood off. He nodded to himself after a little while. "The blood from your nosebleed is gone, and I bandaged the area that looked injured on your face. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

You shook your head no, gently because either way you'd feel dizzy again. "No."

"Good."

He held his hand out for you and you instinctively took it, stepping down from the counter and trying not to put pressure on your injured ankle.

Again, why was he so much like when you were younger?

“You really couldn’t look up from your phone for a second?” he sighed, dabbing the disinfectant-filled cotton on your wounds. You winced and he shot you a glare, “Now you only have yourself to blame for running straight into that pole.”

“This isn’t nice.” you complained, sighing, “Stop being so mean, Taemoo.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he raised his eyebrows, eyes still trained on a cut on your cheekbone, “You’re getting rightfully scolded. Deal with it.”

You jutted out your bottom lip and Taemoo glanced down at it, before doing a double take and sighing. He put his hands on his hips and took a step back, looking at you with a look of disbelief, scoffing and shaking his head in disapproval. "You even got your lip injured. I can't believe this."

You touched it and winced, seeing the blood on the pad of your finger. The boy walked back closer to you and went to disinfect it, but you moved back, shaking your head no. He quirked an eyebrow.

"What? Scared of a little sting on your lip?"

"No." you scoffed, "Shut up."

He looked at you weirdly. Or well, not weirdly. But more so... Differently. You'd never seen him look at you, or anyone else, really, that way. You couldn't decipher what that look meant.

He put both his hands on the table of the storage room you two were currently in (after you insisting that if the nurse took care of you she'd scold you tons and it would be annoying, and instead going to the storage room and taking the spare first-aid-kit that was there, hidden by Taemoo himself after you got injured one too many times and refused to go see the nurse that you claimed was "just mean", so he could take care of you instead) and leaned forward. You couldn't exactly back away more than you already had, and you weren't sure if you wanted to. With his face this close to yours, you weren't sure if you didn't want to close the distance instead.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then prove it."

"Just--" you scoffed, looking away. He was really making it hard. "Shut up."

"Make me."

You looked him in the eye, and he smirked. Oh, now that was it.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, eyes shut tightly and fingers grasping at the table in fear of his reaction. But he kissed you back, tilting his head and smiling when you winced at the contact against your wound. He pulled back. "So I was right."

You scoffed. This bastard. He held out his hand for you to take and you did, stepping off the table.

Why did Kang Taemoo have to act the same way he used to? You exhaled and tried to focus as he walked you back to the room, before sitting you down on the bed. You hated how caring he was-- Taking care of your injuries, making sure you didn't get hurt any further. It reminded you too much of the times you were still together. It was infuriating.

"You okay?" he asked in the same monotonous voice he always used. You nodded and he heaved a sigh, "Don't think I'm doing this for you. I'm hiding, too."

"Hiding?" you repeated incredulously, "From?"

"Tell me first. Why were you hiding from that man? Were you on a date?"

You scoffed. "That doesn't concern you. We're not dating." anymore, you thought, "What about you?"

Taemoo crossed his arms and looked down, nodding a bit, before looking back up at you. "I was going on a blind date tonight." he said honestly. You didn't like the pang of jealousy you felt in your chest because you two weren't together anymore, and if you hadn't seen him right then, you would've probably spent more years not seeing each other and it would've been fine. But of course, he had to bump into your life again. And the problem with Kang Taemoo was that despite all your efforts, often successful, at dating other people after your break-up, he could always manage to ruin everything. He came back, with that irritating, cold, handsome face and character of his, and ruined everything.

"Then go. Why are you hiding?"

"I don't look presentable."

You looked up, and looked him up and down, before scoffing. "That's one drop of blood, Taemoo. Seriously. It's fine."

"And also, I had to take care of something important, and I'm sure whoever that girl I was supposed to meet is wouldn't have liked to see it on our very first date." he added on, walking closer to the edge of the bed, "There. I was honest. Now tell me; were you on a date?"

You looked away, tilting your head. "Depends. Would it get a rise out of you if I said yes? Or is there no point in lying about it?"

He scoffed, laughing in disbelief, before swiping his tongue over his lower lip.

"Why do you want to make me angry? You really haven't changed." he stated, smiling. You chuckled a bit.

"I could say the same."

His knee dropped on the mattress, right next to your legs, and he looked down at you. He still had his hands in his pockets, as casual as ever. You gulped a little and he smiled furthermore.

"Why?"

"You just." you stopped, looking away momentarily and shaking your head, before looking back at him, who was getting closer. "Still are arrogant. Hold on, my head, uh, is spinning."

"Lay down."

"What?"

He nodded towards the mattress. "You're on a bed. Lay down."

You froze, blinking at him. He sighed after a few seconds and gently pushed your shoulder so your back hit the mattress. He hovered over you and your eyes widened, but he only put his hand on your forehead. "Relax." he said, catching you off guard, "You look a second away from hyper-ventilating. I'm just checking your temperature. You didn't look too well even when you were walking up those stairs."

"And you care?"

He compared the temperature to the one on his own forehead. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked, face unchanging. You stared at him as a slight crease formed between his eyebrows, and he compared your temperatures again. He had such a pretty face. You hated it. You couldn't stand him.

"I can't stand you." you said without thinking, and you knew your tone betrayed your words, sounding way too dazed and gentle. You could blame it on the dizzinness.

"Good thing you're laying down, then." he concluded, pushing himself back up. Your hand grabbed his shirt before you could really think about it and he stopped, arm stretched and palm pressed right next to you. He raised his eyebrows. "What is it?"

You swiped your thumb over your lip and held back a wince, before showing the blood to him.

"I don't mind a little sting on my lip." you said. He chuckled quietly, looking at it then at you.

"So? Want me to disinfect it?"

"Kiss me, Taemoo."

Maybe you wouldn't have been bold enough to declare what you really felt if you weren't running a slight fever. But as it happened, this fever proved to be good. Because Taemoo kissed you, just as you asked, pressing his lips against yours softly and sweetly. And longer than the first time you shared a kiss.

And maybe your temperature was high, but you were certain it was the air around that was just hot when you sat up to unbutton his shirt and he pulled your jacket off your shoulders.

Your prior engagements and his date were long forgotten, needless to say.

[phantasm-ae]

cw: fluff, cowgirl afab reader x ghost, grumpy x sunshine, clumsy reader

HEADCANON: the team meets Ghost’s little bird

PAIRING: Simon Riley x reader

It all started when Soap, half-joking -- not really -- asked over a pint of that terrible guinness that one of the recruits mentioned that he voiced out a lingering thought out loud,

"So, Ghost. Ye ever gonna introduce us to yer missus? Or is she just some hallucination ye made up tae wind us up aye?"

Ghost, who had never confirmed nor denied anything about his personal life, simply shrugged. "Pub. Friday. Seven."

Soap thought he was joking.

At exactly Friday, seven-fucking-pm though. Soap. Soap realized he was wrong.

They met at a grimy pub near base. Price was wary. Gaz looked openly curious. Soap just looked excited, because how normal could Ghost’s wife possibly be? Some goth lady with a death glare? A sniper with a scar over her eye? A shadow in human form?

None of the above.

What actually walked in was—

A tiny woman in a beat-up leather jacket, dusty denim jeans, a battered cowboy hat tilted low over her messy braid. Coupled with a pair of cracked leather boots that clomped across the floor like she owned the place.

Holy shit

She looked like she could ride a bull, shoot a rifle, and kiss you breathless — not necessarily in that order.

She waved frantically the moment she spotted them though — knocking over a chair and nearly tripping over her own boots as she did.

"HEY, SI" she yelled across the entire bar.

Ghost — stoic, terrifying, 6'4" Ghost — immediately straightened in his seat like a teenager seeing his crush. He actually moved. Stood up. Went to meet her halfway like she was the only thing that existed.

Soap’s jaw was physically on the table.

This tiny woman. Small. Wiry. Sun-kissed and with the greatest pair of tits Soap has ever seen immediately launched herself into Ghost’s arms like a missile. He caught her easily -- of course -- one hand on her lower back, the other ruffling her tousled brown hair with ridiculous tenderness.

Leaning down to let her smack a kiss right onto the cloth of his mask like she couldn’t give a single shit about what people thought.

She yanked the brim of his hat down over his eyes — wait! when had he gotten a hat?? — and laughed that big, reckless, wild West laugh that turned every head in the pub.

The team stared in horror and awe.

"This can’t be real," Gaz muttered. "I’m dreaming. I died in Syria."

"She's so small," Soap whispered back, scandalized. "And she’s—she’s—hot??"

They made it back to the table, Ghost’s hand resting casually on her hip like a leash.

When they made it back to the table, she shoved Ghost into a chair, plopped herself onto his lap without ceremony, and grinned at the rest of them.

"Howdy, boys," she said, tipping her hat.

Soap almost cried.

She was absolute chaos. Stole the darts right out of the wall and challenged Soap to a game ("loser buys shots, city boy" "'m from Scotland, lass" "Cattle country ain't like sheep country, sugar" "we have cows. They moo too").

Gaz: "You're so fucking stupid mate"

Soap: "Shut it aye?"

Flirted shamelessly with Ghost across the table — calling him "sugar," "cowboy," and "my big strong man" with zero shame in her Southern-twanged voice. Told Price he looked like a "sheriff with a broken heart."

Somehow wrangled Ghost into a pool match where she used him as her pool cue guide — pressed up against him, his huge hands guiding hers, while she winked at the others over her shoulder.

Ghost never smiled. Never joked. Never talked much. But with her? He was... different.

Softer. More human. Maybe even a little helpless, the poor bastard.

Price, to his credit, kept a straight face. Barely.

Soap, meanwhile -- after losing to her on those stupid darts and took on the challenge of guzzling down the said shots -- was vibrating with suppressed laughter.

She was chaos. Pure, distilled chaos — loud, funny, mean, fun, but also wildly affectionate. She stole a chip off Gaz and a stranger's plate without asking. Shooed off two creeps with a death glare who wouldn’t stop pestering the girls at the counter. Challenged the bouncer -- a hulking and massive bloke -- to arm wrestle and actually fucking won! Spent half an hour helping to take pictures of an old couple on a vacation to send to their grandkids. And started a chant for Price to shotgun a beer (he declined, though grimly but... endeared).

And through all of it, Ghost just... watched her. Silent. Steady. The same way he’d scan a perimeter — except more devoted. Soap swearing that he could even see him smile behind the mask.

At one point, she tugged on his sleeve and whispered something in his ear that made him let out a genuine, low chuckle. An actual laugh. Gaz's drink came out of his nose at that and Soap almost passed out from the shock.

By the end of the night, they were all completely obsessed with her.

(And slightly terrified. She challenged another guy twice her size to a pull-up contest and won.)

As they stumbled out of the pub, she looped an arm around Ghost’s waist and shouted, "THIS IS MY HUSBAND! HE’S BIGGER THAN YOUR HUSBAND!" at absolutely no one.

Ghost didn’t even blink. Just tugged her closer and murmured, "Alright, birdie. Inside voice yeah?."

"YOU LOVE ME BABY," she hollered back.

"Yeah," he said simply, not caring who heard. "I do."

And if anyone at the pub dared to stare — well, nobody wanted to make eye contact with a man wearing a skull mask who looked like he could bench-press a car and the woman who looked like she could drive said car through you and still smile while doing it.

Soap later: "Lass is unhinged aye?." Gaz: "You’re just mad she drank you under the table, mate." Price: "I like her. She’s good for him." Soap: "Naw, like... she’s pure mental. He’s just as daft. It’s a match made in hell, I’m tellin' ye.

Ghost, hearing them gossip: (Just shrugs.) "I like her loud. Makes it easier to find her."

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[floraltypes]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ embarassing sight (📁)

pairings - cha sung-hoon x fem!reader

synopsis - what began as an abrupt encounter, leading to droplets of blood and a moment of kindness, appears to spark a new feeling between the cold president and the compassionate secretary—one they both struggle to come to terms with.

You swiftly navigated the area, peering at the signs leading you to the desired office as your black pumps left a residing sound. Some of the fellow workers for the food company whispered amongst themselves as you continued on with your mission. Glancing down, you flipped through the limited papers as a man rushed after you.

“Mr. Joon,” you halted in your tracks, turning around to look straight forward at the male who quickly stopped in response, you watch as he leans a bit too forward before gaining his balance back. The large black bag in his hands nearly falls from his grip as you reach in for a new file. “Make sure to get yourself a beverage when we arrive back, you must keep yourself hydrated,” you hum, smiling at the man before turning around to walk forward once again.

“Yes President l/n,” he bowed, tripping over his foot slightly before following you once again. A large sigh left his lips at your announcement, relieved that they were just kind words. “Oh, Miss,” he slowed to a stop, standing by a door before slightly pointing over to it. “This is his office.”

“That’s the Chairman’s, I’m looking for President Kang Tae-moo,” you huffed, squinting your eyes before catching the glimpse of the desired name in the distance.

Finally arriving at the door, you reach to grab the handle before it is swung open and a man with glasses emerges, promptly bumping into you. The folders, once held, now entered the air as papers began to float around. You landed onto your bum and clutched at your nose.

“Oh my,” your secretary ran around the hallway trying to collect the papers. The man who bumped into you quickly reached a hand down, whispering apologies.

“I’m very sorry, I had not seen you ther-” you lifted your head up, staring him in the eyes, his glasses now balanced on the tip of his nose. You rubbed at the tip of your own nose and the man who you intended to meet with just coughed. “President l/n.”

“You know me?” you smirked, sitting on your knees before using the wall as balance to get on your feet once again. ���Endearing,” you turned to the man on his side, stoic face looking back to you. “President Kang, we meet,” you bowed swiftly before sticking a hand out while the file was now being delivered into your hand. You placed it into the presidents hands, letting him begin to flip through before continuing on. “I was under the impression we had a meeting schedule, though you are exiting your office, canceling on a loyal partner?” you winked.

“Not at all,” he hummed, looking at the papers with furrowed brows. “I was going to retrieve a drink, that is all, figured you would be late.”

“President l/-” the man you bumped into tried to say.

“I’m timely, that’s a respectable characteristic in a partner. Please do not think so lowly of me just because I’m a woman in power.”

“I would nev-”

“I’ve met many as such,” you turned around, looking back at your secretary as he handed you the other file you once held. His eyes were wide and hand up like he was going to try and intervene before you continued on. “It’s disappointing that a new refresher of a president, like yourself, would have those same views. Despite that, do look over these files.”

Almost, as if in slow motion, you watched the blood drip onto those shiny floors, your hand immediately flying to the bottom of your nose and soon pulling it back down to your view, watching as the red droplet covered the tip of your finger. Now the looks and interruptions made sense at how disorganized you probably looked. You could feel your cheeks get hot due to embarrassment, but luckily a napkin was pushed into your hand.

“Thank you Mr. Joon,” you quietly responded, keeping your head down before putting it to your nose.

“It wasn’t me, miss,” he stepped up from behind, causing you to lift your head to the man with glasses, his hand still extended from where you took the napkin.

“Oh.”

“Secretary Cha Sung-hoon,” he bowed, introducing himself. His cheeks lit up in a soft pink, scrambling around to look for more tissues after watching the one you were using get more blooded. His eyes lit up and he reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a hankerchief.

“Thanks,” you muttered, taking the hankerchief to pinch your nose. Once filled with confidence, it all seemed to quickly deflate at the unexpected happenings of this meeting. You finally allowed yourself to truly look upon the man, a bashful yet sweet grin on his features as you admired the way he was presented. It would be a lie to say that, for a split moment, the icy president was taken aback with a small warming of their/your heart.

“Shall we continue our conversation in my office?” the fellow president tapped his foot, his own secretary scurrying to open the door as you took a small step in.

It was a simple and competitive meeting, the other man with a higher title truly liking ways to be done the way he wishes, he was much more hesitant with comprises. Yet, he had met his rival, you. A challenge was fun and despite the sweet smile that easily could form to help further your advantage, you knew with a man so similar to you in the way you worked, you’d have to beat him at his own game. Eventually you both figured out a deal, signing a few papers and planning to meet soon to see the new success that was in the making.

Your own secretary nearly fainted at the intense yelling that erupted during one point. Though you still kept your strong exterior, clearly explaining your point to the incessant president across from you.

Once leaving the office Secretary Cha opened the door for you both, offering space for you two to leave before him though you lingered behind, secretly hoping for the glasses man to mutter some more words to you, possibly for you to even apologize with your mess up earlier.

But your thoughts were mostly stuck on the moment where your secretary nearly fainted and you looked right at him, spinning him around and placing your hands on his cheeks. You looked at his eyes, moving your face very close to them, then ears, felt his head, and took finally took a step back with your eyebrows furrowed to check him out from a different view.

“Do take care of yourself Mr. Joon,” you chided, shaking your head slightly as you heard a small chuckle erupt from behind. Turning around you noticed Mr. glasses with his own president behind sporting a smirk that said ‘got ya’.

Now your mind was clouded with embarrassment, exiting the scene as you pushed Joon along, looking for the nearest exit. The rest of the evening was spent furthering work on other projects and checking in on certain employees. Until eventually your work lead up to the late hours of the night, but the light glow from your phone reminded you a certain someone wanted you to see her new apartment.

“Young-seo!” you cheered as she opened the door wide with a bright smile and hair messily piled on top of her head. You pushed the large bottle of wine into her face, bag hanging around your wrist with takeout as she clapped her hands together eagerly.

“Come come,” she pulled you inside the empty apartment. “I’m starving, and this place cost way too much,” she groaned, stealing the bag away to start preparing the food more, chopsticks and bowls now lined in front of you both on the floor. “This looks delicious.”

You walked into the apartment, sharing glances all around to see the different area, despite it being empty you could tell it would be a nice place for your friend. Shedding your shoes at the door, you moved back over to her and grabbed the glasses for the drinks.

“It better be, more expensive than I originally intended,” you huffed, sitting besides her as she handed you a pair of chopsticks and you passed along the glass. “This is a nice place though, meet your neighbors yet?”

“Just one, and he was okay,” she poured the take out box into her bowl, clutching the chopsticks before picking up some of the food. “But what I’m really curious about is that you met with the annoyingly handsome president today, correct?” she slurped some noddles while peering back over at you.

“He is not horribly unattractive, but not exactly my choice. Though the annoying part is completely accurate. He can’t let me win one option of our deal, every part of this deal I must bend to his wishes one way or another. And the way my nose started bleeding didn’t help at all,” you groaned, then beginning to explain all the main events that transpired.

“It’s true love!” she exclaimed after you told her about Secretary Cha and his kindness. “Bumping into each other, you finding him more attractive than the president, there might be something there.”

“You and true love,” you rolled your eyes, taking a large sip from the wine in front of you. “Don’t be silly, just drink so we can both forget about our exhausting evenings and even more exhausting futures.”

“There could be something there,” she bumped your shoulder. “And I’m not talking of his, well, you kno-”

Your eyes widened before the both of you erupted into a fit of giggles. The rest of the night mirrored such events with the both of you drinking your fair share of exhaustion to the point that the current bottle of wine now laid empty in front of you both. Young-seo tried to tip the bottle upside down over her cup only to see a tiny droplet enter the glass.

“You find another bottle, I’ll take the trash out,” you smiled at her, the slightly tipsy girl pulling you in her arms for a tight hug before you scrambled out of her grip. She laughed from her spot as you hauled the large garbage bag filled to the brim to the outside of her apartment. It was only when you caught a glimpse of the clock near the door that you realized just how noisy the two of you were, and just how late it was. “I’m actually going to just take this out on my way to the bus stop.”

“What? No! Let’s have a couple more drinks, we had a long day, we deserve it,” she crawled over as you placed the bag down, taking her hands to help her stand.

“Let’s get you to bed,” you helped lead her to her bedroom, tucking her in, and the young woman quickly drifted to sleep. You picked up around the rest of the house and grabbed the bag once again to make your way out.

Exiting the apartment you laid eyes on the tired man emerging from the doorway one over. He seemed to rub at his eyes, tie loose around his neck, before placing the glasses that were in his hands onto his face.

You beat him to the chance of yelling at you two for your loudness on a week day, quickly muttering your apologies and bowing. “I’m so sorry, we did not realize the time and how horribly annoying we were. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he whispered, watching as you lifted your head back up. Your hair was scrambled a bit from lying on the ground only moments before, not including your blouse with a extra button open. “President L/n.”

“Oh, this is truly not a great image to be seeing me in,” you chuckled, trying to fix any unruly hairs that you could notice and let your eyes rest on the man to only recognize him as the one from hours earlier. “Secretary Cha? You live here?”

“Yes, for some time now. Are you the new resident?” he looked down at the garbage bag in your hand.

“No! This is my friends home, I was just visiting. I’m going to go home now, sorry for being such a bother,” you whispered the last part, sticking your head down and trying to tighten your work bag around your shoulder.

“You’re going to go home, alone, at this hour President L/n?”

“Well, I do have work the upcoming morning, I can’t just stay here.”

“Allow me to give you a ride,” he turned around, opening his apartment door wider and disappearing inside for a quick minute before coming back with car keys in hand and a spare jacket.

“No, no,” you shook your head, waving a hand. “I’ve interrupted your evening enough, you seem tired, you should rest.”

“That’s kind of you. But I must. You’re a respectable business partner, what would it look if I left you here alone?” he frowned slightly, picking the garbage bag from you and begun to walk down the stairs.

“Secretary Cha!” you called after him, voice loud, and soon you covered your mouth, saying his name quieter with a look around. “Please, wait!” you rushed over to him, walking behind as he threw the bag away and lead you out to the parking lot where his car was.

“It is chilly,” he mumbled, handing you his jacket before opening the passenger door. “Please, take it.” he smiled and you felt that slight tingling in your heart once again. Bashfully you put your arms through the holes, basking in the comfort of the large trench coat, sliding into the leather seating of the vehicle with hot air already hitting your legs.

“Thank you, again.” you mumbled as he got into the drivers seat, pulling out of the drive way.

“No worries President L/n.”

“Don’t say that,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Wh-why?”

“I’m not your president, and all the formalities, I understand needing it in a business setting, but this isn’t really a …”

“I apologize, uh, l/n,” he spoke, gripping the wheel a bit tighter before turning to look over at you. Your eyes were glued to the window, finger resting against your bare knee. You peered back over to him, confusion present on your features with a lighter tint on your nose from the weather. “You have a beautiful…” he froze, swinging his head back to the front windshield before continuing, “work bag, it’s fine leather.”

“Oh, thank you,” you graciously smiled, pulling it closer up on your lap as you opened it up. “It did cost a bit of money.”

“I would imagine,” he nodded, pulling up to a stop light as the red reflected onto his face. “I, uh, don’t know where you reside..”

You told him the address, staring over at his dashing eyes and small smile. A part of you imagined he enjoyed having a bit of company this evening, someone different, his cheeks still seemed to reflect a pink that wasn’t there once.

“Your secretary, since we are not in a work setting, he seemed a little unprofessional today. Do you not, uh, argue often?” he questioned softly, now a soft pattering from outdoors offering background noise while you both drove through the mostly empty streets.

You laughed at his words, trying to contain the loud noise as his smile just grew before he was laughing along with you. “I thought he would be used to it by now. Mr. Joon is a fine young man, only a few years younger than me, yet he is a nervous one. He does fantastic work, but is not great with people and when his face got that pale, I faltered.”

“I don’t know if that’s the right word,” he lingered for a moment, the words on his tongue stuck before slowing his speed and speaking again, “You were just being a respectable leader, and a kind one, the focus of your employees is more admirable than not.”

“You sure do know how to be on someone’s good side,” you leaned over the console, placing your elbow on it and face in your palm. “You do make a great secretary, winning over partners and clients.”

“Hah,” he stopped in front of your home, slowly putting the car in park before looking closely at your tired eyes and red liquid stained lips. “President, or, l/n, I-” he paused, moving his face a little lower so it could be closer to your own. You matched his movement with sitting a bit higher, raising your head from your grip to look back into his own tired eyes. “Have a good rest,” he unlocked the doors and peered back out his window.

You sat straight up, keeping your glance on him for another few fleeting seconds before clutching your bag and opening the door. Rushing up the steps to your apartment, you scowled to yourself at the naïve actions of letting your guard down for someone who worked for a company that was once considered competition.

Cha Sung-hoon stared back as you exited his car, watching the rain collect onto your hair and you grip his jacket tighter around yourself. He sighed, glancing back onto the road ahead of him before hearing the familiar ringtone. He picked up the phone mumbling into it before the person on the other line spoke up.

“Yeah, we should get drinks, I have to tell you about this date,” his friend from the other line grumbled, he could hear Kang kicking something, possibly dirt, “Pick me up, okay?”

“Sure,” he answered, changing the gears of the car before driving to his friend. Soon enough he arrived and they both left to go to a infamous bar, walking in at the late time, a few others surrounded the main bar and they sat at a table before ordering. Kang ranted to his secretary/brother about the person who had shown up, and how she was much different to others.

“Anyways, I’m surprised the chairman hasn’t been on your ass too,” he huffed, swishing the beer that resided in the green bottle before chugging it down. “It’s about time for you too.”

“It’s different for me,” Cha looked deeply at his own bottle, then at his watch and finally to the drunken man across. “I’m not meant for that.”

“That’s what I say! But you could, got those chubby cheeks all the girls at the orphanage loved,” he reached lazily across the table to grip them before his hands were swatted away.

“Stop,” Cha laughed, taking a sip of his own drink. He couldn’t help but reminisce on when the last time it was that he let himself indulge in the feeling called love. It had been much time, and that last was when he was just a young boy, a time when he was not even able to understand what true love was. Listening to the mumblings of his friend, he acknowledged the slight new feeling in his heart after laying eyes on you, bloody nose and all.

You sat on your bed, comfy pajamas and messy piles of files still spread on the ground, contemplating when it was the last time you had someone, fought for someone. It always seemed like too much, or not the right one, yet you hadn’t felt as strong of a feeling like you did with Cha Sung-hoon. You really did like how it felt and his cute smile which seemed to follow you.

Maybe, maybe this once, he would indulge in the emotion. And maybe, maybe this once, you would as well.

(business proposal masterlist)

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 02 - Destiny]

Focus on Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Warnings: the chapter ends in smut but the the cut is very clear so peeps who don't want smut can stop easily, so many fluffy sweet moments, a small wound, Tae needs to be protected at all costs please, Yoongi is so perfect i love him sm, Kook is the sweetest man ever, they're just a polycule of soulmates at this point tbfh, next warnings are for the smut: soft yet passionate Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, sex in a bathtub, passionate love making, lots of kissing, body worship, oral (both receiving), pussy fingering, sex standing up & from behind, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), praise, strength & muscle kink, he helps her to stay quiet in such a sexy way, holy fuck i'm his bitc-, cum swallowing, giggly aftercare, he is the safest boyfriend ever :(

Wordcount: 14.2k

a/n: i hope you guys understand why i couldn't possibly not include this smut in the mainstory I MEAN it's hot as fuck AND it's Kook first time with her without having to be supervised, it was necessary for the plot. have fun holy fuck i'll daydream about him until i draw my last breath 💙

“___, please come quick! It’s Taehyung!”

“What?”

It is the second day of your stay here and you are currently plucking weeds in the vegetable beds when Jungkook comes screaming and running for you. He is almost stumbling over his own feet from how frightened he seems.

“Tae. He. He needs your help! Please.” 

“Holy shit, what happened?” you gasp, dropping what you were doing to follow Jungkook to the cow stable. You are running so quickly that tears well up in your eyes and you can barely breathe. Jungkook is panting beside you, gripping your hand so tightly it feels borderline painful. 

“He’s with Moo. Oh god, it all happened so fast.”

“Holy shit Kookie, what happened? Oh god, what happened? If, if something happens in here he, he could be lost forever. Kookie, oh god, I told you to be careful. I, I told you, oh god”, you fall over your words, panting from worry and fear. 

You and he stumble into the stable. There in the corner, hunching on a stool, sits Taehyung. 

“Darling!” you scream, breaking out of Jungkook’s grasp to run to your darling, “holy fuck, what’s wrong? Tae, talk to me! What’s wrong?!”

“Look”, Taehyung whines painfully, “I got a splinter and it, it hurts”, he says, showing you his finger. 

You stop and stare. Stare. Stare. Look at Jungkook. He is panting, looking so utterly distressed.

“It’s so deep”, he squeaks, “and, and it doesn’t heal. ___, you have to help him. He doesn’t heal in here.”

You sag your shoulders, putting your hand so your hips. 

“Seriously?” you ask in a deep voice.

“What do you mean? He can’t get the splinter out.”

“I am scared, darling. I have never gotten a splinter before.” 

“You two deserve your bums spanked. Do you have any idea how scared I was?” 

“But it’s scary”, Jungkook insists. 

“I can’t get it out”, Taehyung stresses.

“Heaven help me, you two are gonna cost me my last nerve. I was imagining the worst things ever and you’re making such a fuss over a silly splinter.”

Taehyung and Jungkook pout.

“But it hurts.”

“What if he won’t ever get it out?”

You roll your eyes at them. Look at those two vampires, being sacred of a small speck of wood. 

“The gentlemen lose their powers and are suddenly scared of splinters”, you mumble and then take Taehyung’s hand to inspect it, “is it there?” you run your finger over the tiny dark spot on his ring dinger.

“Yes. I was filling up the hay when I suddenly felt piercing pain and now my entire finger aches.”

“I’m sure it’s as terrible as you describe it”, you say and sigh in defeat, “come on, I’ll take it out for you.”

Jungkook follows you, clutching Taehyung’s “okay” hand as tightly as possible. 

“You can really get it out?” he asks.

“I’ll try at least. It’s a very difficult task”, you say sarcastically, sending them a look.

“Oh darling, thank you. I feel so relieved”, Taehyung says and laughs breathily.

“Wow ___, thank you. I knew getting you would be the right decision”, Jungkook gushes, looking at Taehyung, “you’re gonna be okay again, Tae.”

“I know. Oh, I feel so relieved.” 

You roll your eyes. What a bunch of big babies.

Yoongi is by the front door, looking worried as well. He must have been in the middle of putting on his shoes when Jungkook’s screams reached his ears. He still hasn’t put them on, watching you walk up the path with his eyes big. 

“What happened? I heard screaming”, he asks, scanning his eyes over you and your two dramatic boys.

“Taehyung almost died”, you say with sarcasm in your voice.

“What?!”

“Hey, not cool”, Taehyung complains.

“Yeah, not cool. Tae is seriously hurt”, Jungkook throws in.

“I don’t get it”, Yoongi confesses.

“Tae got a splinter in his finger and can’t get it out. Now they’re acting as if it’s a life or death situation”, you explain and tug them past Yoongi into the cottage.

“Ah”, Yoongi turns to follow.

“Hey, you are making fun of the situation. It really hurts.”

“I believe you, Tae. It’s just not a reason for you to almost give me a panic attack. Upstairs. We’ve got something in the bathroom.”

You lead the way while your boys follow you.

“You should have seen Jungkook. He came running and screaming as if Taehyung was dying. I almost threw up ‘cause I panicked so hard.”

“I know. I heard it.”

“I think our reactions are very reasonable. We cannot heal here.”

“Yeah, we can’t”, Jungkook throws in and looks at Yoongi for help, “it’s really scary, isn’t it?”

“Don’t pull me into this”, Yoongi says, “I’m very well aware that I can’t heal in here. Why am I following you upstairs either way? It’s a fucking splinter. I wanted to help Agatha and Harald with the gate. You guys can manage without me, yeah? I don’t gotta worry you die on me?”

“Very funny, hyung”, Taehyung says and rolls his eyes.

You snicker, earning yourself a nudge from Taehyung.

“Don’t laugh at his joke, it isn’t funny.”

“It kinda is, sorry darling.”

“Tch, I am being bullied.”

You snicker, exchanging a playful look with Yoongi. He caresses the small of your back and pecks your cheek.

“I’m outside if you need me, yeah?”

“Okay, take care. Don’t forget to drink water.”

“I won’t, my love”, he says and leaves the bathroom with a playful, “try not to die, boys.”

“You’re not funny today”, Jungkook calls after him, while Taehyung pouts.

The door opens and closes as Yoongi leaves to help your grandparents. Now it is just you and your two drama kings. You snicker to yourself, turning your back to them as you get what you need for the lifesaving operation.

“Don’t worry, Tae. I’ll get the splinter out in no time. Wah you two, seriously. You almost gave me a panic attack back then.”

“Yeah well, it’s scary”, Jungkook defends himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He huffs out air, pouting.

“I’m sure it is”, you say and turn back to them with a medical kit in your hands. You look around the room. Because the bathroom is located upstairs and it is an old, homely cottage, the ceiling is tilted in the way the roof goes down. Only a small skylight window lets in natural light, making the room darker than other rooms.

“We should go outside, it’s really dark in here.”

“Yes, okay. Do whatever helps with it. You know better. I’ll get us something to drink too”, Jungkook says, hurrying away to be helpful.

“Okay, do that”, you say fondly. You must admit that his dramatic worry is a little adorable. You would rather take a person who cares too much than one that doesn’t care at all.

“Come on, darling. Let’s go outside where the sun shines”, you tell Taehyung, taking his hand gently.

He follows you with just a little gleam of annoyance in his eyes because you teased him with Yoongi. 

You pass Jungkook, leaving the front door open because it was a warm enough day for it to be possible.

Your grandparents have many spots where you can sit in their spacious garden. In front of every stable and shed, a bench with a small table invites one to take a short break. Under some of the tall trees, benches or chairs wait to be rested on and even beside some of the flower beds, something can be used to rest. You sit Taehyung down on the bench next to their front door. Pots of flowers and other plants surround you, right behind you a window looks into the living area. 

“Hold that for me”, you tell him, placing the medical kit on his lap. You open it, looking for the needle you know for a fact is kept in there. Your grandfather used it very often to get out little splinters from your fingers or toes whenever you got them during play outside. He always wiped your little tears afterwards and gave your small ache a healing kiss. It made the pain go right away and you went right back outside to continue playing.

“Got you”, you say to the needle, pulling out some sanitising wipes right along with it. You use it to clean his finger and the needle.

“It’s cold”, he says, watching you with curious eyes.

“Yeah, it’s going to make sure that you’re clean. We can’t have you catching an infection.”

“I could get an infection like this?”

You lift your eyes from his finger, “obviously.”

He pouts, “you are mocking me.”

“Obviously”, you tease.

“You are cruel”, he pouts even harder, earning himself a fond chuckle.

“I’m sorry, it’s my revenge for you guys scaring me like this.”

His eyes soften, he chuckles.

“I might have deserved it then.”

“Heh, maybe yeah”, you snicker, looking back at his finger, “I’ll begin now. Are you ready? I’ll try to be gentle, but it could still hurt a little.”

“Can I tell you when it hurts?”

“What?” you meet his eyes in surprise, “what? Of course you can. Darling, why shouldn’t you be able to do that?”

He lowers his head, “just so”, he whispers.

“Gosh, Tae”, you tilt his head back up with two fingers under his chin, “you can always tell me to stop, okay? You’re safe with me.”

“Yes, okay okay”, he smiles shyly, “thank you for telling me this. I feel more confident already.”

“Of course”, you kiss his lips, then sit back, “now, I’ll get started.”

“Okay, oh heavens, I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be, I’ll be gentle. Here comes the first poke”, you say as you begin removing the first layer of his skin, “how is that?”

“It tickles a little.”

“But it’s not painful?”

“Not at all.”

“That’s good.”

Jungkook comes outside as you are lost in the extraction process. He studies you and Taehyung.

“How’s it going?” he asks.

“It’s really deep in there”, you mumble, furrowing your brows tighter.

“Oh no, that’s bad isn’t it?”

“No, I’ll get it. Don’t worry.”

Jungkook puts the tray of lemonade on the table and sits down next to Taehyung, rubbing his thigh.

“How are you doing?”

“It doesn’t hurt. Ah”, he flinches back, “nevermind. I jinxed it.”

“Sorry, so sorry”, you look at him, “sorry, are you okay?”

“Yes, it pinched. Forgive me, I startled.”

“No worries. Can I continue?”

“Yes.”

Taehyung sucks in air through his teeth, moving his head away as if he wants to flee. You glance at him.

“Should I stop?”

“No, it’s just uncomfortable.”

“Here, I’ll hold your hand”, Jungkook offers.

“Yes, that’s good, hold his hand. I’ve reached the second layer of your skin so it’s gonna be a lot more sensitive. I’m trying to get this piece free so I can tug it out with tweezers.”

Taehyung holds Jungkook’s hand tightly, scrunching his nose in discomfort. You grace the needle over his skin. He whimpers and turns away. You stop instantly, straightening your back and rubbing his thigh softly.

“Do you need a break?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. Let’s drink something, okay?” you say and get the glasses, “did you make something yummy?”

“Yes, raspberry lemonade with fresh lemon balm.”

“Uh, that sounds good. Thank you for making this.”

“Of course, yeah.”

The three of you share a nice moment where you enjoy the delicious lemonade Jungkook made and look at the view. It also gives Taehyung time to decide whether he wants to continue or not.

It may seem weird to some and as if Taehyung was just being dramatic, but to you and Jungkook it doesn’t seem this way. Taehyung’s confession from your first night here is still in your head. That he doesn’t know how to be happy now that he is free and that pain was his reality for many decades. He wasn’t allowed to say stop when he hurt, he wasn’t allowed to make it end. Needing a break from getting a small splinter removed may seem like a silly thing to some, but it’s not in Taehyung’s case. It’s the first step of many on his healing journey. He can say that it hurts and he can stop it, even if the pain is just small. He can stop it.

It is very important to you that he knows that he has this right. You might have teased him a little at first, but you never seriously meant it. He is allowed to whine and to go his own pace. 

“I think I feel ready again”, Taehyung says softly after a while.

“Yeah? Then I’ll continue. It shouldn’t take long anymore. It hurt before because I’m so close to getting this part free”, you explain as you put the glasses back on the table, looking at his finger afterwards.

Jungkook holds his hand again, using the other to rub his knee.

“I’ll start now, okay?”

“Yes, okay.”

“Squeeze my hand really, really hard if you need to”, Jungkook tells him to which Taehyung thanks him shyly.

Taehyung’s finger feels hot in comparison to his other fingers because the attention on it made the blood rush to it. You remove the skin as gently as possible, sticking out your tongue in pure concentration.

“How’s the pain?”

“It pinches.”

“But it’s bearable?”

“For now. Do you still have to do a lot?”

“No, I’m almost done. I just gotta get this part and then do this.”

“Ah”, he flees again.

“Sorry, that was the last part I had to do”, you say, pulling his finger back to you so you could blow air on it, “does this help?”

“Yes, a little.”

“You’re being very brave, my darling”, you praise, “we just have to use the tweezers now. Do you need a break before that?”

“No, I think I can manage.”

“Okay, tell me if you changed your mind”, you say and get the tweezers ready, “you’re getting a little break anyways. I need to sanitise them.”

Taehyung laughs, having the exhale deeply afterwards.

“I, I swear I am not normally like this”, he says.

“Don’t explain yourself. We don’t judge, everyone’s different with pain.”

“Exactly. I, for one, may be a little bit too into it”, Jungkook jokes in hopes of lifting the mood.

It works. Taehyung laughs honestly, looking at him with shy puppy eyes. Jungkook chuckles and nudges his chin, flustering Taehyung so much that he needs to look away and blush.

“You’re not wrong”, you tease fondly, taking Taehyung’s finger again, “are you ready, darling?”

“Yes, I am ready.”

“It’s gonna hurt a little because I need to push it out so I can get it.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Here it comes”, you warn and push at the back of the splinter to move it.

Taehyung huffs out air but stays still, feeling safe with you. He knows that the pain isn’t evil right now. It’s not meant to hurt him, it is an unlucky side product of an attempt to make him feel better. He braves through the sting with this knowledge and after one last uncomfortable pinch, his finger is finally free of the long splinter.

“And it’s done”, you say, wiping over the reddened spot. You kiss it, “good job.”

“It didn’t feel that painful in the end.”

“That’s good to hear. I really tried to be gentle”, you say, cleaning the wound with a new sanitising wipe.

“You were. Thank you so much. It meant a lot to me.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m just happy to help”, you say, leaning in to peck his cheek.

Taehyung chases your affection with closed eyes and his hand holding your elbow.

You stay seated on the bench afterwards. Jungkook and Taehyung finish their lemonade and you clean the tools to store them in the bag again.

Yoongi comes up the path as you do, studying you. He took off his flannel, keeping it around his hips for now and is now presenting his torso in a black, skin tight t-shirt. 

“Don’t mind me. I’m just going for a piss”, he says.

“Good to know”, you chuckle.

“Couldn’t you have gone in the woods somewhere?”

“I prefer not to take my dick out somewhere close to ___’s grandparents”, he says as he takes off his shoes and studies Taehyung, “how’s the finger going?”

“Good. We just managed to get it out”, Taehyung says, showing his reddened finger to Yoongi.

“Just now? It’s been like forty minutes.”

“Tae needed to take some breaks”, you explain.

“Mhm, okay”, Yoongi says and goes to ruffle his gloved hand through Taehyung’s hair, “silly one.”

He doesn’t even realise what he is doing until he is already gone inside. Taehyung touches his hair, gawking at the door before exchanging a look with you and Jungkook.

“What’s gotten into him?” Jungkook asks.

“I don’t know, but that was really cute”, you say.

“I liked it so much”, Taehyung confesses with a blush.

“Gosh Tae, you absolute cutie you”, you say, hugging him, “I hope that this holiday can help you and Yoongi get closer together as well.”

“You do?”

You nod your head, “you’re both very important to me and I wish that you could at least become friends.”

“Oh”, he blushes, smiling softly, “I feel the same.” 

“You do?” 

He nods his head, “I truly wish to be his friend.”

Speaking of Yoongi, the latter comes back outside after his toilet visit, carrying two bottles of water in his pants pockets. He opens a third one with one hand and takes a healthy sip of it, ending it with a content sigh. He looks at the sun, squinting his eyes and sticking his tummy out in a cute stance. He almost looks like a cute cat trying to stand on two legs like this. If you try to ignore his exposed arms and his torso in that shirt and the fact that he can open a bottle with one hand.

“I think it’s gonna be a clear night today”, he says.

“I hope so, I wanna watch the stars later”, Jungkook says.

“Sounds good. You’ll have a clear view of them, yeah”, Yoongi nods his head and straightens up, “I think the gate’s still gonna take a while. The hinges are being little bitches.”

You chuckle at his harsh choice of words.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Just so. I like the way you talk.”

He scoffs fondly.

“I’m serious. They’re fucking with us on purpose”, he looks into the distance, “it’s good work. Yeah, a good day. It’s a good day”, he mumbles and glances at you, “what are you gonna do?”

“I still need to finish plucking the weeds”, you say.

“We still need to finish the stables”, Jungkook says.

“Mhm, sounds like good work”, he takes a deep breath and releases it, clapping into his hands as he does, “back to work. I’ll see you guys later. Agatha and I wanna make burritos for dinner, it’s gonna be good”, he says, kissing you and Jungkook on the lips. He ruffles Taehyung’s hair last, then turns to jog down the path back to the gate. Happiness practically radiates off of him.

“He is so cute, oh my god”, you gush.

“He really is. I think being here really does him well”, Jungkook agrees.

“Yes, I think so too. I think it does all of us well. We really deserve it, looking back at what we had to go through to get here.”

“Yeah, that’s right. We didn’t have it easy”, Jungkook takes a deep breath of relaxation, “this is easy though.”

“Yeah it is.”

“I feel good too”, Taehyung says shyly.

“You do?”

He nods his head.

“Right now I feel good.”

“That’s good to hear, my darling.”

“Yeah, it is”, Jungkook says, draping his arm over his shoulders.

Taehyung, blushing and entirely shy, leans into him as inconspicuously as possible. You enjoy their company for a while longer, then stand up to stretch out your back.

“Imma go back to the weeds soon”, you say mid stretch, which contorts your voice in a funny way. You straighten up, studying them.

“Are you gonna relax a little longer?”

“No, we need to go back too. Moo and Milky need their hay”, Jungkook stands up, stretching out his arms. They are exposed as well, because he is working in only a white tank top and cargo pants.

Taehyung is wearing a linen shirt, of course he is. He stands up as well, inching closer to you almost shyly. He tugs on your dungarees, looking at you with big puppy eyes.

“May I help you instead please? I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Of course, darling. Can you manage alone, baby?”

Jungkook nods his head, “easy. We had so many cows and pigs at home. Stable work is like riding a bike to me. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

He makes you laugh.

“You’re so random sometimes. Well, see you later baby.”

“See you”, Jungkook says and leaves with a melody on his lips. 

You and Taehyung go the opposite direction to the back of the garden. Your grandparents grow their shadow-loving plants there. 

“Did you do a lot of garden work before?”

“I did. With Jimin and Ava when we lived on our farm.”

“Well, then I’m sure that you’re gonna do very well”, you say, kneeling down on the spot you worked at before.

Taehyung kneels down next to you.

“Is it safe for me to use my hand already?”

“Yes, it’s safe. The wound isn’t deep enough to be vulnerable.”

“I see, well then I shall work very diligently”, he says and rolls up his sleeves.

“Be careful with what you pluck though. We don’t wanna rip out good plants.”

“I understand”, he says and begins working.

You and he share a few moments of comfortable silence until Taehyung breaks it.

“I always wondered what differentiates a weed from a flower. Is it nothing but want? They grow and bloom the same and yet one is wanted, while the other gets killed.”

You glance at him. His hands are dirty from work, his hair hangs into his face, framing his pretty features.

“I never really thought of that. Damn”, you sit back on your heels, “that’s actually true. Why do we curse some plants while we marvel at others?” 

You look at the heap of weeds you already plucked.

“No, now you’ve got me feeling really bad for weeds. No, I might cry”, you whine with a sad pout on your lips, “poor weeds, I feel so bad.”

“Don’t cry. Oh goodness, I was being my silly poetic self again”, he gasps, clasping your hands.

“You really were and you’ve got me rethinking my own gardening habits. From now on, I will only pluck weeds if it is really necessary. So other plants can grow for example. You know? When I grow tomatoes I want them to be able to grow big.”

“Yes, that is a very good reason. Sometimes certain plants aren’t meant to thrive in certain places, but that doesn’t mean that they cannot find a place in the world where they will blossom.”

“Exactly. Gosh Tae”, you have to kiss his cheek, “you seem like your old self today. I love to see you being poetic like this.”

He smiles shyly, “I was being truthful when I said that I felt good. I truly do. Although, I feel rather weak. Oh darling, it was rather frightening to get hurt so easily.”

“I can imagine. That must have been weird for you.”

“It truly was. If something like this happened to me in the real world, my powers would have pushed out the splinter before I could have even felt it and yet here, I felt every second of it.”

“It’s so crazy to me to think what your bodies can do. Getting a splinter is so normal to us humans. Sure it hurts, but it just happens sometimes. But it’s totally new for you.”

Taehyung nods his head, placing a heap of weeds aside. He fixes the messy dirt, looking very peaceful as he does it. 

“Something which also utterly surprises me is how weak I am to bodily functions. I have to eat and drink and moments later, I have to relieve myself. And there is so much of it. Oh, being human is so utterly exhausting. One has to think of everything.”

You laugh, “now you’re just whining. Goodness, you are so spoiled as a vampire.”

“Indeed I am”, Taehyung agrees, laughing honestly.

Spending time with each other like this is truly wonderful.

The burritos Yoongi and your grandmother make for dinner are the best burritos you have ever eaten. With vegetables and spices from the garden and homemade cheese, it truly melts on your tongue. Jungkook was helpful as well, making nachos from home-grown corn flour and serving them with the best Pico de gallo ever. Truly, you eat very well, finding it difficult to stop because it is in fact the best dinner ever.

Taehyung excuses himself to the garden after dinner, saying that he wanted to paint the fireflies. Jungkook excuses himself upstairs, saying that he wanted to relax in the guestroom. You and Yoongi stay with your grandparents. You are cuddled up to Yoongi, resting your head on his lap as you read. Yoongi runs his hand over your forehead every now and then, lost in his own book. On the other couch, your grandparents are cuddled up together. Your grandfather has his head on your grandmother’s lap as he solves a difficult riddle and she is lost in crocheting. Sometimes you hear them exchange a little kiss, which always makes you tug at Yoongi’s shirt to ask for a kiss as well, which he gladly gives you. It feels so nice to spend time this way. Your parents were never affectionate in your presence, making you question if they even loved each other and in return, if that meant they didn’t love you as well. You don’t feel this way in your grandparents’ presence. The love they have for each other and for you fills the room with warmth. They don’t have to speak it, it is so obvious even in the silence.

The clock shows ten when you start to get sleepy. You try to fight it for a while by putting the book aside and lying with your face snuggled into Yoongi’s stomach.

He lowers his book for a moment, studying you fondly.

You snuggle and nuzzle, looking up at him afterwards. You grin, he retorts it. 

“My eyes are tired”, you speak softly in order not to disturb the peace.

“Mhm, close them it’ll help”, he answers you quietly, helping you close them by brushing his thumb down your lid gently.

You snuggle back into his stomach, while he returns to his book. It becomes harder and harder not to fall asleep when he runs his finger over your face and neck so soothingly. He even rubs your ear and plays with your hair as best as possible. It is quite frankly, impossible not to fall asleep. You sit up, smacking your lips. Yoongi glances at you.

“I’m too sleepy.”

“I can tell.”

“I think I’m gonna go upstairs already.”

“Yes, okay. Do you mind if I still stay up for a while?”

“No, it’s okay”, you say and get up, “good night everyone, I’m gonna go to sleep already”, you tell your goodbyes to your grandparents and Yoongi.

“Sleep tight, my honeybee”, your grandmother says without looking up from her crocheting project.

“Sweet dreams, my girl”, your grandfather says without looking up from his Sudoku.

“Good night, princess”, Yoongi says, looking up from his book to give you a kiss good night. He tilts his head back because you stand behind the couch, holding his cheeks between your hands.

You break the kiss with a smile, feeling your heart flutter when he retorts it.

“Good night, my love.”

“Mhm”, he hums, rolling his head to the front to continue reading.

Tranquillity surrounds them and so you let them enjoy the hours of the night, hurrying upstairs.

The door to the guest room is next to the bathroom door. It is open, showing Jungkook sitting cross-legged on the window bench and looking outside.

You were planning to take a bath, but seeing him sit here in darkness is giving you an idea.

You knock on the doorframe, making him turn to you.

“Why are you sitting in darkness?”

“Don’t turn the lights on, they’re too bright.”

“Okay”, you chuckle, “do you wanna be alone?”

“No, I’m just looking at the stars. You can see so many here”, Jungkook says and looks outside again, swaying his shoulders from side to side mindlessly.

“Can I see?”

“Yeah.”

You hurry to him, sitting down next to him. Jungkook hooks his hand in your knee and pulls you closer to him so your legs were touching and he could rub your lower back. 

“Wow, you’re right. There’s so many”, you gasp.

“I know. Look, that’s my star sign and over there is yours”, he shows them to you, tracing their shapes with his finger, “can you see them?”

“I can. Wow, so cool.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. You know, when I was still hiding in the sewers, I sometimes came out of hiding when the streets were empty. I sat somewhere secluded and looked at the stars. All my problems felt so small in comparison to the night sky whenever I did.”

“This actually sounds really nice. I know your situation was shit, but you had moments of beauty.”

“Yeah, I was happy during those moments. Maybe they were what kept me going back then.”

“Maybe yeah.”

Jungkook leans in to kiss your cheek.

“I’m glad that they did. I could meet you and our family because I kept going.”

You meet his eyes, “you are so sweet, oh my god.”

“Heh”, he pecks your lips, “you’re cuter”, he says, looking at the sky again. He smiles to himself, “I love the stars and the moon. I really do”, he mumbles, reflecting the entire night sky in his dark, pretty eyes.

He makes loving him so easy. You rest your head on his shoulder, speaking your next words softly.

“They’re really beautiful.”

“Yeah, they are”, he agrees and sighs contently, “so nice.”

You and he share a moment of silence. The night sky is endless. No wonder he felt that his problems were small in comparison back then. The sky is endless, reminding you just how small you truly are in the grand scheme of existence. 

“Hey, Kookie?” you whisper.

“Mhm?”

“Do you wanna take a bath together?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I wanted to take it alone, but then I saw you sit here and thought that maybe we could take it together. You can say no if you want to continue looking at the sky.”

“No, I would really like a bath with you, my honey”, he says, kissing your hair, “the stars are gonna be there afterwards too.”

“Yay, I’m happy. Wanna go right now?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

You and he undress as the bathtub fills up. 

“Can you untangle my hair?” 

“Of course. What do I gotta do?” 

And so you and Jungkook sit in your little robes as he rids your hair of today’s tangles, gently and with lots of care. He even massages you behind your ears and down your neck, ending the pampering session with a kiss to your shoulder.

“Did I do a good job?” he asks quietly.

“The best job. You only tugged on my hair three times.”

He chuckles, “sorry, I’m still learning. I promise to be gentler next time.”

You lean into him, practically melting in his arms when he slides his hand into your robe to rub your naked skin slowly. His touch never graces places he would need consent for, making you feel so safe and cherished.

“You’re already so gentle with me”, you assure him.

“Mhm, I can do better.”

You chuckle, “if you say so, my little perfectionist.”

He smiles against you, “I really am, yeah.”

The tub is soon filled and so you get inside together. Jungkook insists on holding your hand for support even if you could have managed on your own. You let him hold it because he looks so happy being helpful. He steps in after you, sitting down opposite of you. You can rest your feet on the edge and he instantly takes the opportunity to cradle your foot and kiss your ankle, even closing his eyes for it.

“That’s so nice”, he says, smiling at you. 

“Yeah, it’s nice”, you agree and turn your head to kiss his ankle, resting your cheek against it afterwards.

“Heh”, he lets out and scrunches his nose.

“You’re cute.”

He shakes his head, “you are.”

You and he exchange a giddy grin. It is so nice to be so close and to share this kind of intimacy. Your bodies are touching at parts and you get to warm up and pamper your noses with the relaxing scent of lavender. You can’t do stuff like this in the real world yet, so this feels extra special. Just you and him, sharing a warm moment.

“Do you like your baths hot or warm?” you ask him because you love listening to him talk. His voice is so nice and he is always so soft spoken.

“I think this temperature is good. You?”

“I like it hotter. I kinda wanna feel like I’m being boiled.”

He laughs, “that’s really bad for your skin though.”

“I know, but I’m here for a good time not a long time.”

He laughs again, “that’s not true. Not with the spell Meredith is going to show you one day. You’ll live forever with us.”

“Right. Maybe I should stop boiling myself then.”

He laughs a third time, making your heart race. Knowing that you can make him laugh that much feels really good.

“Yeah, maybe you should”, he jokes and grins, “okay, question time. Shower or bath?”

“Wah, that’s a hard question. I think both have their pros and cons. I would say showers though because they’re faster than baths. I really love a good bath though, don’t get me wrong.”

“Yeah, I agree. I prefer showers for daily life, but baths are special.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay, next question. Liquid soap or bar of soap?”

“Are the questions gonna be bath based?”

“Yeah.”

You laugh. He grins.

“Liquid soap. I don’t know, but I can’t befriend the idea of using a bar of soap.”

“Interesting. I’m so for bars. They’re so convenient. I also think that they last longer.”

“You’re probably right. Okay, I have a question too.”

“Go ahead.”

“Dry off in the shower or step out wet and dry off on the rug?”

“Oh, hard one”, he says and tilts his head to the side as he thinks, “I would say step out wet and dry off outside.”

“Interesting. I’d pick dry off in shower and only dry off my feet on the rug.” 

“That’s good too. I’m just always forgetting my towel so I gotta run through half the room to get it.”

You laugh. He laughs as well.

“That sounds like you.”

“It does?” 

“Yeah, it’s a good thing”, you assure him, kissing his ankle.

“Okay, if you say so”, he says, gazing at you, “next question.”

“Okay.”

“When are you the happiest?”

“That’s your question?”

“Yeah.” 

“So no more bath questions?”

“I thought I’d switch it up.”

You smile fondly.

“When am I happiest?” you repeat, “wow, that’s a big question”, you say and look to the side to think. 

All the moments of laughter with your found family come back to you, all the mornings with Yoongi and Taehyung, all the sweet moments with Jungkook and the endless chattering you can do with every single member of your forever family. You think of the moments you spend in the garden and the hours in the kitchen spend cooking with them. You think of the nights of dance with Taehyung and of naps with Yoongi. You think of cuddling Jungkook for the first time and of hugging Hoseok. You think of Seokjin’s laugh and Emma’s silly jokes. 

You look at Jungkook 

“I’m happiest ever since I’m with you guys”, you say. 

His eyes soften.

“All I could think of right now, were moments with you guys, so that’s my answer. I’m happiest ever since I found my family.”

Jungkook smiles, “that’s a good answer.”

“When are you happiest?”

“I’m boring, but I actually have the same answer as you.”

“That’s not boring, that’s so sweet”, you say, caressing his calve, “is it my turn?”

“Yeah.”

“What made you get tattoos?”

“I always liked the look of tattoos. Not really when I was a human because back then, only gangsters had tattoos and I had a bad view on them. I got them in the early 2000s.”

“Did they hurt a lot? Tae told me that you guys would heal during a normal tattoo, so vampires need special tools and magic for them to stick and that it hurts really bad.”

“I could get them normally because my arm isn’t cursed.”

“Because your arm is still human?”

He nods his head.

“But isn’t that really dangerous? It makes other vampires know you have a weak arm.”

“Until now, everyone always thought that I’m just totally mental and got an entire sleeve on my vampire arm.”

You laugh, “okay that makes sense. So it really didn’t hurt?”

“They still hurt at some parts, but I kinda liked it.”

You chuckle, “of course you did.”

“I was just joking.”

“I don’t think so”, you joke, making him chuckle.

“Maybe not”, he confesses and changes his position. He pulls his legs to him, sitting cross-legged because the tub is big enough for it. Then he shimmies closer to you.

The water ripples, hitting you over your collarbones. You change position as well, keeping your legs parted so Jungkook can be between them.

“I started off on my under arm and added more and more stuff as time went on”, he explains, tracing his tattoos, “this one’s special to me because it’s my birth flower. Do you know this flower?”

“I actually don’t, sorry.”

“That’s okay. It’s a tiger lily. It symbolises the desire to be loved. If someone gifts you tiger lilies, they want to tell you please love me. I think it’s really romantic”, he says, caressing the tattoo, “I’m happy that this is my birth flower.”

“It fits you so well”, you say and trace the tattoo, “it even fit you when you had to isolate yourself. You wanted love, but couldn’t have it. It fit you.”

“It did. It’s destiny”, he scrunches his nose, “sorry, I sound a little crazy, but I really like the concept of destiny and fate and something otherworldly making sure that the right people meet each other when they need it most.”

“You don’t sound crazy at all. I love this concept as well. Honestly, my life feels like something big made me find you guys. Just think about it, I magically got a scholarship at a university where you all coincidentally pretended to be students at. Somehow former Sanguis, crazy old vampires with nothing to do, decided to try out studying and somehow you decided to keep an eye on them right in time so I could meet you.”

“I know, right.”

“And because I stumbled onto this path, the order of before crumbled and you managed to meet Yoongi, who in return helped you find your freedom. And if we spin it even further, Taehyung and Jimin found freedom as well. Seokjin found Emma again. And we all met love and bonded and became one big group and to make it even better, it turns out that I was a witch all along and now I’m being taught by one of Nilrem’s students and you have your very own witch to protect you. It sounds as if it was always our destiny to meet.”

“It does. Wow, it really does”, Jungkook flutters his lashes in adoration, “wow ___, this is so romantic.”

“It is. And the most beautiful part? I wasn’t even looking when I found you. I just found you and knew this is where I am supposed to be”, you say, having to giggle.

Jungkook giggles as well, taking your hands under the water.

“I love you”, he says.

“I love you too.”

“My heart is racing like crazy. I can’t believe how connected we have been since the beginning.”

“Me neither.”

“Can I hug you? I, I wanna hug you.”

You close the distance, hugging him as best as possible. Jungkook wraps you in his strong arms and giggles into the crook of your neck, cradling you against his chest. 

“What you just said means a lot to me”, he confesses.

“You’re so sweet”, you whisper.

His heart is racing unbearably. He moves back because he needs to look at you. He does so, brushing his palms over your cheeks in a soft cradle, scrunching his nose as he does it. He is such a gentle person. There is truly no evil in his heart. Now that he is just human and no curse twists him, it is so entirely obvious how being gentle is his natural state. 

You lean into his touch, gazing at his pretty face. 

“I think I need to get a tattoo dedicated to our family”, he says.

“Yeah? That sounds so wonderful.”

“Yeah. Yeah, but I don’t know what I want. I want something meaningful.”

“What if you tattooed how the moon looked on the day our destiny started?”

He widens his eyes. The galaxies in them grow. 

“I love this”, he presses out and touches your upper arms, “___, oh god, wow.”

He hugs you again, squeezing you gently.

“Do you like it?” 

“I, I love it so much. Wow, you’re so perfect”, he says and squeezes you just a little tighter, forcing a giggle out of you.

He is still so gentle with it. Despite his obvious strength, he makes sure that you aren’t hurting.

“I’m far from perfect”, you mumble into his shoulder.

“No, don’t put yourself down. You may not be perfect to yourself, but you’re perfect to me.” 

“You’re so sweet”, you whisper, melting in his arms. 

He breaks the hug, showing you his tattooed arm.

“Do you want to decide the placement?” 

“I can do that?” 

He nods his head, gazing at you. 

“Wow, this is so much trust you put in me.”

“Don’t worry, if you pick a weird spot I’ll change it”, he jokes, making you laugh.

“Wow, okay I see how it is.”

He snickers, pecking your cheek.

“I’m joking. I bet you’ll pick out a good spot.”

“Gosh, I don’t know”, you say and cradle his arm. You run your fingers over his tattoos, taking all of them in. They all fit so well together, telling the stories closest to his heart. 

“What are you thinking?” he whispers into the silence.

“Just that your tattoos are beautiful. It’s like your arm is a storybook telling what matters most to you.”

Jungkook finds it hard to breathe, gazing at you with such fondness that he wants to scream from the intensity of it. You might not have been looking when you found them, but he did. He looked. He spent so many hours staring at the moon and thinking to himself that he will never meet someone who will understand his silly, hopelessly romantic views on the world and then you came into his life. And you look at the moon and see stories in it, you look at flowers and see meaning in them, you look at the invisible threat of fate until it becomes visible and you can embrace it. 

You lift your eyes, meeting his gaze shyly.

“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t assume what your tattoos mean.”

He shakes his head slowly, “you’re right. You are so goddamn right.”

“Oh”, you fluster, looking at his arm again. The emotion in his eyes is difficult to accept. In a good way of course. It is just very difficult to breathe properly when he looks at you as if you were his moon because sometimes it is still difficult for you to accept that you shine to other people.

“I have an idea”, you whisper.

“Tell me”, he encourages you in a soft spoken voice. 

You touch the tiger lily, tracing it with your fingertip.

“What if you put the moon here? To make it seem as if it is rising from behind the flower. It symbolises that you finally found love” you meet his eyes shyly, “that you finally have someone who is worthy enough to receive your birth flower.” 

You widen your eyes in shock.

“Are you crying?”

“Yeah”, he whimpers and hugs you tight against him before you can react.

“Kookie, what’s wrong?” you gasp.

“I’m happy”, he says and does a loud sniffle, “I’m crying because I love it so much.” 

“You do?”

“Yeah. Wah”, he grunts, “wah, I’m so grateful.”

“Gosh, you’re gonna make me cry too if you’re being so sweet”, you confess in a fond giggle, rubbing his back.

He giggles as well, wiping his tears on your shoulder and lifting his head afterwards. You stay close like this. You have your legs over his’ and he holds your waist.

You wipe the tears from his cheeks, allowing a bright smile to wash over his face. He leans into the touch.

“This kinda made your face wetter than it was before. Sorry.”

He laughs, “it’s okay”, he scrunches his nose, “thank you so much. I love it so much and, and I love the meaning even more.”

“I thought that it would have to mean something for you, so I thought of this.”

“It’s better than I ever could have imagined. It already means everything to me.”

“I’m so happy to hear this.”

Jungkook smiles, touching your stomach before moving up to your shoulders.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

He grabs your waist and pulls you closer, changing the position of his legs so they cage you in and your middles are almost touching. He keeps his left hand on your waist, cradling your cheek with his right hand. 

“My destiny”, he whispers, sending flutters through your heart. 

You lower your eyes, trying to do the same with your head but before you can, he has it tilted for a kiss. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, having to grasp his shoulders and whimper. The kiss isn’t that passionate for you to have such a reaction, but your souls intertwined so tightly in this bath that finally tasting his love overwhelms you. 

Jungkook answers your whimper in a whimper of his own, breaking the kiss just enough that he could talk.

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re perfe-”

He swallows your words, kissing you deeply and gently. You aren’t even mad that he did it, letting yourself fall into the kiss until it is all you exist for. 

You can’t tell how much time passes where you and he solely breathe to kiss, where your heart solely pump the blood through your bodies so you could taste each other’s love, where every single cell in your bodies functions so you and he could connect. Perhaps a lot of time passed, perhaps rather little time passed, but what is clear to you is that through it all, Jungkook never once allowed his tongue to join the kiss. 

You haven’t been kissed like this before and it makes your heart race like crazy because it is so gentle. He is so gentle. The way his hands caress your body in its most vulnerable, naked state. The way he lets your weakened legs rest over his’, the way he pulls you close when you get just a little wobbly from your emotions. He is so gentle that all you crave is the tenderness of his tongue. 

You break the kiss for air, going back into it with your fingers in his hair and your tongue tracing his lips.

Jungkook moans softly, parting his lips to finally allow his tongue a taste. He traces your lips, meeting your tongue when you look for it almost needily. 

Not long and you have to break the kiss to gasp for air. He caresses your cheek, feeling breathless himself.

“Okay?” he checks up on you.

“Yeah”, you get out, having to pull him back into a kiss. Your tongue looks for his’ instantly. He smiles, meeting you with it moments later. 

He loves it so much to know that you are comfortable. He feels so utterly smitten for you, so ardently obsessed that he wishes to replace his air with your scent. He could kiss you differently if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t because your comfort is the most important thing to him. And now that he can finally slow down, now that no curse forces him to be ravenous, he really wants to savour the gentleness of it. He can finally make you feel as comfortable as possible. He can finally steal your heart with just a kiss. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss for air.

“My beautiful girl”, he whispers.

You giggle, leaning into his hands when he cradles your face to kiss it all over. You keep your eyes closed, feeling your heart race like crazy. He doesn’t leave out any spot, placing the softest kisses all over your face. And as he does, he keeps whispering the sweetest words, finally making you realise just how much he actually feels for you.

You and Jungkook became a couple just like this. One day you didn’t know each other, then time passed and you suddenly were so tightly intertwined that being apart was too painful to even think about. You couldn’t tell when you fell for him, Jungkook has no recollection of it either, but it is clear to both of you that it was always meant to happen. 

“My beautiful girl”, Jungkook whispers and kisses your neck. 

“Koo, oh god”, you croak, writhing from side to side. The tingles he sent through you were unbearable in the best way possible.

He opens his eyes, “need a break?”

You shake your head, having to hide away in his neck afterwards. He rubs your back, letting you melt in his arms.

“What’s the matter, beautiful?”

“You”, you fluster, “oh god, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” 

“You make me feel safe and it’s”, you shake your head, “it excites me.”

“Oh.”

You lift your head, “sorry. I, I don’t expect anything. I just love this so much.”

His eyes soften, he cradles your heated cheek.

“Look down.”

You glance down, “oh.” 

“Yeah, it’s affecting me too. You have no idea how much I’m enjoying this.”

“Oh god, Kook”, you let out a giggle.

“Yeah, I know”, he giggles too, caressing your waist.

“Should we do something about it?” 

“Do you want to do something about it?”

“Do you?” 

“I’m down for whatever you want.”

You nod your head shyly, “maybe we could do something about it?”

“Yeah?” he smiles, “god baby, come here.”

He pulls you into a tongue kiss, finally allowing his middle to melt with yours by pressing his hand to the small of your back. You moan into him, chasing the connection instantly. The angle allows you to rub against his base. His skin is so soft there, contradicting the raging hardness of his shaft. He is so hard. The proof of how deeply affected the long kisses and gentle touches left him makes you even needier. 

He feels the same. It is such a wonderful realisation. He feels the same. He does. You have to break the kiss after little time, touching the sides of his neck needily. 

“Kook I…” you trail off, wiggling your hips against him and whimpering softly.

“I’ll take care of it, yeah?”

“How?”

“I’ll show you”, he says and shimmies back, changing position so he is sitting on his heels. 

Like this, he closes the distance again, kissing you and smiling into it in such a sexy way that your heart is fluttering like crazy. His hands are between your legs, supporting his weight. He isn’t touching you, but man the way he kisses you makes you wish he did.

To make matters even worse, he breaks the kiss again, giving you a sweet smile.

You retort it, feeling just a little out of breath.

“Stay like this”, he says.

“Okay?”

He slides down until he is submerged under the water. 

“Huh? What are you- ah!” your hand is over your mouth instantly, your legs close at first but open wide again, trembling in the first shock of pleasure.

Jungkook is licking your clit. This madman submerged himself so he could eat your pussy.

His tongue is cool in comparison to the hot water. His licks are quick and placed without a plan in mind. You don’t blame him because he is underwater, having to hold his breath. 

Speaking of breath. Jungkook gives your clit three more flicks of his tongue and then he is diving up again. The water drips off his body and hair, covering his skin in a glistening layer of sin. It wasn’t always sinful, but the pulsations between your legs is making it hard not to see his wet body as a fucking sin meant to haunt you. 

You gawk at his lips and the sexy smile they are showing.

“How was that?” he asks in a rasp, breathing heavily to recover from his dive.

“So hot”, you get out.

Jungkook smiles even sexier and lowers his lips to your shoulder so he could kiss a path down to your breasts.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, so much.”

“Mhm, my pretty girl…”

He sucks on your nipple, tugging on it like this. Release. Your other one. Not a lot of time wasted and he is kissing a tingling path down your stomach. You arch into him, having to hold your breath with him when he disappears under the water again.

You release it in a shaky sigh when his lips lock around your clit and suck. You roll your head back, trying so fucking hard to be quiet. 

It is difficult when you have him playing with your clit with just his lips and tongue. Each time he lets go, the hot water reminds you of how sensitive you actually are and how his mouth is the kind of relief you didn’t even know you needed.

Up again. Jungkook gasps for air, lets the water drip off of him. He fixes his hair, his arms flex as he does it. 

“Kook”, you get out. 

He smiles and comes closer, pressing his thick thigh against your pussy. He places his tattooed hand around your throat, making you whimper.

No pressure, just wet, hot contact. He pushes. Your head falls against the edge of the bathtub, your body slides down and forces your pussy to rub against his thigh. Another whimper leaves you willingly.

“Relax, okay?” he speaks softly but with sexy playfulness in his voice. 

“Okay”, you get out.

“That’s what I like to hear”, he says and lets go of your throat to dance his hand down the middle of your torso. He scoots back so he can brush his fingers over your pussy, going slow but calculated.

You roll your hips into his touch, parting your lips in a moan.

“Relax, just relax. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Oh god, Kook…”

He gives you a little smirk and inhales deeply, diving down seconds later.

“Oh god”, you croak, closing your eyes in a sensual roll. 

Jungkook grips your hips and lifts them closer to his face, flicking his tongue over your clit as quickly as the water allows him to. He has his feet out of the water like this, resting on his stomach. He means business this time around, finding himself in a sexy fight between his own lungs and your willing body. Who will give up first? His instincts to breathe or your perfect body? Jungkook can’t decide what he wants. Breathing sounds fun, but so does dragging out your orgasm. Where’s the fun in getting you off after seconds? 

He dives up again. He didn’t need to, but keeping you on edge is more important.

Your needy whimpers meet his ears instantly. Jungkook can’t see your face like this, but doesn’t care because he can see your chest like this.

“You’ve got the most beautiful breasts”, he purrs, “my pretty girl, fuck”, he says and takes a deep breath.

“A-ah”, you cover your own mouth again. Having him return to your pussy never loses its spark. You have to writhe and squirm and arch your back, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to function. It’s hard to describe how good it feels to have him lick you under the water. There is a certain veil between the sensation and your nerves. As if the water is hiding away the true potential of his tongue. You can’t feel his spit, his slickened tongue and wet lips. The water hides it away, keeps it from you, steals it from you. 

Jungkook makes up for it with an eager suck until you clit sits between his lips and he can swirl his tongue around it. For just a second you feel his spit, his slickened tongue. 

You moan his name into your hand, rolling your eyes back further. Electricity is all you feel. 

Until you don't. Jungkook dives up again, fighting for air as his eager lips kiss up your torso. He is fixing his position again, whispering curses against your skin.

“Fuck, I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, sorry”, he says and chuckles deeply, “I could have done better.” 

He drags his tongue from your collarbone up to your neck. You writhe uncontrollably. This is it. His slickened tongue. Your neck feels it before your pussy can. 

“Kook please”, you beg.

“Soon. Soon, gotta”, he takes a few deep breaths, “gotta breathe more.”

You can’t take it. You are so impatient. You stand up and sit down on the edge. 

Jungkook looks up at you between your legs. Water still drips from his dark hair.

“Please”, you beg and open your legs, propping one foot on the spacious edge and exposing yourself even better.

“Fuck, look at you. I’m actually crazy for you”, he growls and dives in face first. He quite literally and genuinely buries himself in your pussy, rubbing his face into her eagerly. His nose is so big and perfectly shaped that the impromptu facial makes you want to give him a different kind of facial.

Your hand is over your mouth again, you drop your head against the wall, curling your toes. If he keeps this up, he is going to make you cum with nothing but his nose. Oh god, this is getting you off so hard and good. 

“I can’t wait to do this in real life. I’m so fucking impatient”, Jungkook rasps, dimpling your hips, “Imma make my skincare your pussy once I can. Hear me? The others are gonna have to drag me away if they wanna get a taste as well”, he says and replaces his nose with his tongue.

He uses all of it. The precise tip, the wet edge and the warm flat of it. Jungkook uses every single inch of it, making you writhe and squirm on the edge of the bathtub. He might not be able to go down on you in real life, but in here? In here where no curse tells him to rip you apart, he is going to make up for it. He is going to drink every droplet of your pleasure, swallow every twitch, savour every throb. Jungkook moans into you, using his lips just as much as he does his tongue. His soft, pouty lips. He sucks and kisses, rubs them against you and messies them with your leaking pleasure. And as he loses himself, he keeps moaning and keening and sighing, sending the most back-arching electricity through your sensitive nerves.

“Holy fuck Kook, I can’t do that for long” you croak into your hand, having to pant for air afterwards. 

“Mhhm”, he hums, pressing himself closer just so he can grind his tongue against your pussy. He lowers himself, tilting his head back and holding your hips so he can drag his tongue all the way from your taint up to your clit. No inch of your perfect heaven should be missed out, no inch will be left unlicked and cherished. Jungkook needs to taste you, devour you. It’s all he exists for right now. 

“Kook, wait please”, you beg, grabbing his hair. 

He lets you pull him away, worrying that he might have hurt you, used too much teeth maybe.

“Did it hurt?” he asks, gazing up at you while his lips worship the inside of your right thigh.

You shake your head, “close.”

He smiles, rubbing your thigh with his gentle hand.

“Why did you stop me?” he asks and sucks a little hickey to your thigh.

You writhe, having to croak your words because of the sensation.

“It’s too soon.”

“Mhm, is it?” he whispers, guiding his kisses to your other thigh. He lingers on your pussy on his way, tongue kissing your clit slowly. The electricity builds quickly. Way too quickly. You tense and gasp and Jungkook is already gone, chuckling softly because you squirm from denial. He finally reaches your other thigh, cradling it in his big hand and kissing every inch of the sensitive inside. 

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, showing you his honesty with gentle touches. His hands are so warm, his palms so soft. It feels so good to be adored this way.

He lifts his lips, touching your inner thighs as he gazes up at you.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” 

“And this?” he asks, brushing his thumb over your pussy.

You twitch into it, parting your lips in a silent moan. 

He places his other hand on your lower stomach and uses his fingers to part your folds, exposing your clit this way and brushing his thumb over it as softly as possible.

“Is this okay, honey?” he whispers.

You nod your head vigorously, struggling with looking at him.

“You’re so beautiful. You know that, don’t you?” 

You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter in your chest.

“Yeah, you do. That’s why you’re being so perfect right now”, he says and lowers his tongue to your clit, sliding his thumb to your entrance so he can massage it as his tongue worships your exposed clit in precise licks. He uses his tip for it, forcing your head to roll back and your back to arch against your will. 

“Don’t stop, please.”

“Mhhm, baby…” he lulls, smiling against you and kissing your clit, “so sweet, you’re so sweet”, he purrs, returning to licking you softly but precisely. 

He closes his eyes, falling into the moment with you. His heart is racing, his tummy is filled with butterflies. He is so happy. All he wants to do in the real world is to love the people he loves gently. There is no desire for violence in his tender heart, no wish to be rough in his gentle hands. And yet his curse turns him into a violent, rough monster. This is paradise to him. He can love you how his golden heart desires, he can touch you how his loving hands crave. 

“Please.”

“Mhm?”

You touch his thumb, searching for his pointer finger. He gives it to you, kissing your clit slowly as he concentrates on what you are going to do with it. You guide it to your entrance and push, burying his first knuckle in your warmth.

“Please.” 

“Baby”, he moans and fulfills your sweet wish. He buries his middle and ring finger inside you, curling them in search for your sweet spot.

“Aah, Kook….”

“Is that the spot?” he asks against you.

“Deeper.”

He bottoms out, curling his fingers slowly.

“Not there.”

He fixes it a little, feeling it before you can voice it. Your walls clench and throb around his digits, your clit pulsates under his tongue.

“Kook”, you squeak out, holding his wrist for support, “there…”

“Mhm baby”, he purrs, squeezing his thighs together needily. He’s doing a good job. All his wishes are being fulfilled right now. 

You grip the edge of the bathtub with your other hand, biting down on your lower lip because otherwise you would be way too loud. He’s devoting his all to your most sensitive nerves on both sides. His tongue on the outside and his fingers on the inside. You don’t know where the pleasure begins and ends, it spreads all over your body by now, feeling strongest where you have his devotion. It warms you up so much that you can’t even feel the cool air on your wet skin anymore. It is also growing more and more the longer he stays between your legs. 

Soon you roll your hips into his mouth against your will, keeping his fingers inside with desperate clenches. Jungkook soaks up every shift, clench and shake. This is how your body moves when he is leading you to climax. It feels like a dance to him and he wants to learn every fucking step of it until he can recall it in his sleep. 

You taste so much richer too. Jungkook isn’t even a Ripper right now and he still finds it difficult to keep such a gentle rhythm. He wants to munch. Fuck, he wants to slurp you up until he can’t anymore. But he doesn’t. He stays gentle, furrowing his brows in desperation while you bury your hand in his wet hair and tug.

“Don’t stop, ah please.”

Jungkook moans into you from the burn of his scalp. You are losing yourself so hard that you can’t control your strength. Fuck, his cock is so hard. You are ruining him.

“I have to…you make me…Kook, I’m cum-ah”, you choke out, ripping your mouth open to scream silently as he throws you over the edge. 

Hard. He was so gentle, resulting in your orgasm to take control over you roughly. You shake and tremble, twisting his hair. 

Jungkook moans and growls, looking up at you with blown out pupils. His head is pounding from ecstasy. He’s feeling your orgasm. He is finally feeling it. One eager curl of his fingers and you feed it to him as well.

“Sorry, ah!” you squeak, squirting all over his face against your will.

“Ngn”, Jungkook gurgles, widening his eyes in surprise at getting his face wet. It gushes out of his mouth at first until he finally finds his composure again and he begins to basically suck it out of you, losing every single composure in the process. He moans and growls, sucks and slurps and rubs his face into your weeping cunt. He spoke of your pussy being the only skincare he needs and he is hellbent on showing you how honest he was. He shows you and shows you and shows you until you are drained and empty, now twitching on his fingers weakly.

“Please stop”, you get out, trying to pull him away, “no more, please.”

Jungkook breaks away with a sinful moan, stilling his hunger by kissing up your stomach. He grabs and kneads your softness as he does it, panting heavily because he is far, far gone in his obsession for you. 

“I need to live inside you”, he gets out between his wet kisses, “holy fuck, I need my air to be replaced with you scent. Baby, holy fuck, baby.”

“Koo, I’m falling, ah”, you squeak and slide into the bathtub.

Jungkook cushions your fall with a strong grip, lifting you on his lap even if the position is a little uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, ahm Kook, dizzy.”

“Lean into me, I got you”, he soothes you, rubbing your back.

“Oh god, Kook this was so intense oh god”, you babble, barely catching your breath.

“It was. Baby, I wanted to do this for you for so long. Oh god”, he hugs you closer, “don’t let this be over please”, he begs, looking up at you with obsessed eyes.

“I’m sensitive”, you whimper.

“I’ll be gentle, promise. I’ll be so gentle.”

“Can you kiss me first, please?” 

“Of course, baby. Of course, holy fuck of course. My baby, oh my baby.”

Jungkook lifts you off his lap so he can lie you down in the water, using his hand as your pillow so you wouldn’t dive under. He keeps his other arm around your waist, pressing you against his torso as he claims your lips in a kiss.

You are so utterly under his control right now. If he decides to drop you, the water would swallow you whole. He is giving you oxygen just as much as he is stealing it with every kiss. His lips taste like you, his tongue feeds it to you in sensual licks. His face smells just a little like you as well, messing up your sanity. He kisses you until you ache between your legs and the thought of having him inside is the only thing running through your scrambled mind. A lot of time passed before you felt ready and the realisation that Jungkook was willing to wait despite his aching desire makes you want him even more. He is willing to wait for you, he is seeing your comfort as a priority. You need him to fuck you violently, quite frankly, it is difficult not to when he is being such a safe space.

You break the kiss, “fuck me, please.”

“Really?” his voice is shaking as he speaks, “are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook pulls you up with him, swiping the water out your face. He can barely breathe, panting like crazy.

“Are you really sure, baby?”

“Yeah, so sure.”

He laughs breathily and shakily, gazing at you with blown out pupils and flushed cheeks. He can’t stop cradling your cheeks. He does it over and over again. Letting go, cradling, letting go, cradling.  He is so utterly smitten for you and it is so sweetly obvious to you.

“How do you want me?” he asks, exhaling shakily when you touch his chest. Your fingers rub his nipples mindlessly, forcing his cock to twitch repeatedly. 

“Take me how you want to”, you make submissive eyes at him, “please, I trust you.”

“You”, he cradles your face, widening his eyes, “I’m fucking obsessed with you. Holy fuck.” 

“Then fuck me like you mean it, please.”

He gulps and nods his head vigorously.

“Fuck, this is hot”, he laughs breathily, “okay so uhm. Stand up”, he orders.

You obey, feeling your knees wobble when he pulls you close by the small of your back and kisses you. His left hand is still on your back, his right is holding the back of your head. You are skin to skin, body to body. No distance. Just wet, heated contact. It gets you off just as good as the best fuck would. Your hands are restless. Where to touch? His neck, his shoulders, his arms, his big chest or small waist? You can’t touch him like this in the real world and you don’t know where to start now that you can.

You are so far apart in real life. So fucking far apart because his veins are filled with a curse. You want to be how you are right now but can’t. It’s impossible to decide on which spot to touch first now that the only thing filling your veins is obsessive pleasure.

You somehow end up fondling his chest however. It feels so strong and big between your fingers.

Jungkook breaks the kiss with a moan when your fingers find his nipples. His puffy lips stay parted, he lulls his words as he looks at you half lidded and droopy.

“This is doing something for me.”

“It is?” you croak, feeling your stomach tighten.

“Yeah, you’re touching me so fucking good.”

“Kook, oh god.”

“Mhm”, he purrs and grabs your waist, “do you want to turn around?”

You obey happily. Jungkook takes your hands and places them on the wall next to your head. He touches your torso until he can hold your right leg. He lifts it, guiding it so you stand on the edge of the bathtub. 

Then he finally steps closer, caressing your waist and kissing your neck.

“Stay like this, my beautiful honey”, he orders in a loving whisper.

“Mh-hm”, you whimper.

“Do you want to stay like this, mhm? Can I fill that pretty pussy of yours like this?”

“Please”, you beg, nodding your head vigorously.

“Mhm, I love when you’re begging me, babygirl”, he says and steps back.

He spits on his own cock, spreading it quickly so he can get to where he actually wants to be. He drags his cock down your ass until he finally has your wet entrance against his tip.

“I can call you babygirl, can’t I?” he asks.

“Ye-aAh”, you moan loudly in sync with Jungkook sinking into you.

“Shit, so tight”, he rasps, placing his hands over yours and pinning you against the wall like this, “breathe babygirl, you’re not hurting are you?” 

“No”, you croak and drop your cheek against the cold tile, “I love cock so much, oh god”, you get out and sob softly, arching your back so he can slip deeper. 

Jungkook bottoms out, caging you in between his strong body and the wall. He is burning up, squeezing your hands. 

“You love cock?”

You nod your head vigorously. 

“Mhm, babygirl….” he purrs and begins to roll his hips into you, making you moan and whimper instantly, “lucky for you, I’ve got what you want. Does that do something for you, babygirl?”

“Yea-ah.”

“Course it does. Such a good girl, you’re made for me. Made for my cock”, he rasps, putting emphasis on the last word by pressing his cock right against your sweet spot.

You sway uncontrollably, trying to claw for support. He gives it to you by pinning you tighter against the wall, holding your hip with a strong grip.

“Too rough?”

“No”, you mewl, fucking back onto him, “please don’t stop, please.”

“I’m not gonna stop. You feel so good, babygirl. So fucking good.”

He is right. This feels so good. Your bodies are so close, you feel every thrust. The position gives you a natural tightness, resulting in you to feel every inch of his cock going in and out of you. You feel the shift of your tightness tugging his skin over his tip, feel his veins and the throbbing of them whenever he is especially deep. This is so good. He is so right for saying that. This feels so good. 

“You’re so perfect, holy fuck, you’re perfect”, Jungkook pants, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He lets go of your right hand, painting an adoring touch down your torso until he has your clit under his fingers.

Your knees buckle, he pulls you back up, keeping his grip on your hip and moaning into you when you reach behind you to bury your hands in his hair. 

“Jungkook”, his name from your lips feels like ecstasy to him.

He keeps his fingers still on clit, using the natural movements of your hips to pleasure you. You begin chasing him even needier, now running after the warmth of his touch and the electricity of his cock. 

“Do you like this?” 

“Koo, help me”, you beg, having to fight your own voice.

“What do you need?”

“Can’t stay quiet.”

“Mhm baby”, he purrs and presses you against his chest, placing his left hand over your mouth.

“I’ve got you. Let go, I’m keeping you quiet, let go”, he growls, drilling you so, so good that you actually moan into his hand.

You grip his strong lower arm, tattooing nail marks on his empty skin. Your eyes roll back when his cock hits your deepest spots, knees buckling as he is the only one keeping you standing. 

“That’s my girl, moan for me. I’m keeping you quiet, keeping it all for myself. Fuck, your pussy’s heaven on earth.”

You are falling into him and the pleasure he gives you. Now that he is keeping you quiet, you can finally let go. And how you let go. His touch feels like paradise, his cock truly seals the deal. There is nothing holding you back anymore and it feels as if you are floating away on pleasure.

“My destiny, my girl, my everything”, Jungkook chants, living on nothing but your scent. He doesn’t keep his fingers still on your clit anymore. He is too desperate for it, too obsessed with every second. He hopes that you like it. He hopes that you get off on it because it is the main reason he does it. He gets off on getting you off. It is the proof that he is destined for tenderness, that his hands can do good and not just hurt. He is making you shake and it isn’t from fear but ecstasy. 

You drool into his hand, mewling his name because he rubs your clit just right. It is so difficult to stand when he is quite literally forcing your legs to stop working. You want to crumble and fall down with your legs spread so he could do whatever he wants with them. 

“Lean into me, don’t worry I’ve got you”, he tells you with a shaky voice. The shakes are timed with his deep grinds into your warmth. He can’t thrust a lot in this position, but neither of you care because his cock sits just right to massage your favourite spots. Which it return, makes your needy pussy suck on his cock in desperate clenches. Truly neither of you care that he can’t thrust, grinding against each other as he makes it harder and harder for you to stand. 

You tug his hand away from your mouth.

“I have to cum”, you choke out.

“Let go, I’m here.”

“You, you, you have to hold me, I’m so…ah…weak”, you stutter and feel the knot break, losing all strength instantly. 

Jungkook pulls you against him, keeping you standing easily.

“Relax, I’ve got you. I, I’ve…holy fuck, you feel so good. Holy fuck”, he moans, scrunching his face as your pussy pulsates around him. 

He treats you so well, is so strong and gentle that your emotions make you orgasm even harder, resulting in your seemingly drained body to wet his cock as well. It runs down your legs and his thighs, trickling into the water loudly. 

You have to bite his hand because otherwise you would scream.

“Holy shit, you’re so hot. Oh god baby, I have to cum too”, he croaks, “please fuck, please, baby, please.” 

You tug his hand away again, “cum for me, please.”

“Urgh fuck”, he growls and pulls out quickly to jerk off his cock. You turn around even if it is difficult, gawking at him in surprise because you expected his seed. He meets your eyes, his face is tight in concentrated pleasure, “just in case. We’re human here.”

He is so fucking considerate. Holy fuck.

“Kook”, you moan and fall down onto your knees, dragging your hands down his big thighs.

“Huh?” 

You tilt your head back and open your mouth. 

“Seriously?” he squeaks.

You nod your head. 

“Holy fuck, baby”, he moans and takes your head to guide your mouth onto his cock. He fits into you easily because he is only human right now. 

He wants to be considerate and only feed you his tip, but you sink down deeper until you have him at the back of your tongue just about where your gag reflex would start. You slide your other to his balls and shaft, playing with what you can’t fit while your eyes gaze up at him. You begin bopping your head up and down, sucking as best as possible. 

Jungkook’s knees buckle, he finds support by slamming his hands against the wall. He opens his mouth, letting out a shaky “a-ah” before closing his mouth again and furrowing his brows. 

His fingers deepen in your hair, his lids flutter. 

You suck on his tip as harshly as you can, making him growl before he remembers that he has to be quiet and he whimpers instead.

“Soon, really soon.”

He is throbbing in your mouth. You slide your hand up his shaft to get a good grip so you can pull his foreskin back and expose his tip even better. With his tip exposed, all his most sensitive nerves are sitting on your tongue, getting licked and sucked as you fuck your face with him.

“Now”, of course it sets him off. Of course it does. It feels so good to him. Jungkook rolls his eyes back and throws his head back, climaxing down your throat with a squeak of your name. His fingers tremble in your hair, his shaky legs can barely keep him standing.

You mewl around him, swallowing every single droplet your mouth can fit. The rest, you let trickle out of you, soiling your chin and chest. You are so hungry for him and show him until he is sucked dry and he has to flee in overstimulation.

He drops to his knees loudly, “holy fuck”, he croaks and pulls you into a kiss. You are both kneeling, pushing and pulling each other to get closer. He doesn’t even care that your mouth was still filled with his cum, licking it out of you hungrily as he floats on the afterglow with you. 

You recover like this. Kissing and touching each other. You go from sloppy, needy tongue kisses to slower yet needy kisses until you reach gentle, little kisses and caresses. 

Enough time passed that you and he feel a little chilly already, hugging each other to get warm.

“This was amazing”, he says and lies down in the water, pulling you with him so you rest between his legs with your head on his chest.

“Yeah, it was.” 

“How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?”

“No, I feel so good, just really tired.”

“Yeah, me too. Wanna clean up and then get under the sheets?”

“Yeah.”

You and he wash each other with fresh water, you dry each other and help each other with your hair. And as you take care of each other like good lovers should do after such a moment of passion, you talk about said moment. Jungkook shares with you how he dreams of being like this with you in the real world and you assure him that one day he will. You share with him that when you first started having sex you found it scary at first to give yourself in submission but that he and the others make you feel really safe to which he holds you gently and thanks you for allowing him the privilege of seeing you this way. 

Then you leave for your bedroom, holding hands as you do.

You are already under the blanket and Jungkook is in the midst of climbing inside when you stop him.

“Hey, Kookie?”

“Yes?”

“Can you get me some water? I’m so thirsty.”

“Of course, I’ll get it”, he says and leaves the room after kissing your forehead and putting on pants.

You are fighting sleep when he comes back a few moments later. He fucked you so good that you’re really exhausted now, fluttering your eyes at him sleepily.

“You won’t believe what I just witnessed downstairs”, he says, handing you the glass of water. You sit up, accepting it.

“What?” you ask, drinking the water gladly.

He takes off his pants and climbs into bed.

“Taehyung and Yoongi had a bonfire outside and apparently they talked it out. They’re friends now.”

“Really?” you gasp, feeling your heart flutter.

“Yeah, they’re washing the dishes downstairs and they’re talking.”

“Oh my god”, you get out, “oh my god, I’m so happy right now. I really wished for them to be friends again.”

“Yeah, me too”, he says and places the empty glass on the bedside table after you handed it to him.

You and he lie down, cuddling together under the blanket. Jungkook turns off the light and wraps his arms around you afterwards, tracing your spine slowly.

“Did you actually see them?” you ask quietly.

“Yeah, I talked to them and they told me.”

“Wow, this is so amazing. I’m so happy”, you whisper and cuddle closer, “I love you so much. All of you.”

It is the last thing you want to share before sleep drags you down. 

Jungkook smiles, kissing the crown of your head.

“I love you too. The others love you too”, he whispers, rubbing your back, “sleep tight, my gentle destiny.”

[arinexeisnotworking]

Am I the only one who finishes a show and then goes on tumblr for its fanfiction TO REALIZE THERES NONE 😭😭 I NEED KANG TAEMOO AND CHA SUNGHOON FANFICTION THRFGD edit: Finally found one, its a Kang Taemoo fanfic 😭 if anyone wants to read it then here 😋

[nuclevi]

you can’t tell me akashi is not the type to book an ENTIRE vip theater hall for your movie date

[lyxzeun]

imagining the things i want to do with you has been a part of my daily routine. - love, maybe - MeloMance

featuring . . . ktm!ayato kamisato x fem!shr!reader (kang tae moo ayato kamisato x shin hari reader)

author’s note . . . not accurate to the actual series bc i wanted to do some twisty here n there

au . . . business proposal ! // crack is here too ☝️

oh how great, you’ve tangled yourself up in such a situation. first, you have to wear a slightly hot wig, and heavy makeup, just to cover your friend from going on a blind date, the place he planned for you and him to go to is just magnificent, but it could be too much for a first date, not to mention a blind date, but the main goal is to stop him from wanting to see yuri again. but it’s sad that you won’t get to do the ghost prank like last time.

“okay, i can do this, i can do this!” you push open the heavy doors of the restaurant, you see rich looking people, chattering and bickering over and away, not to mention foreigners that are probably from natlan of fontaine! you observe the large area, and search for a… sky-blue haired man, with a suit colored white, and a tie with a cerulean shade.

you glance around the area and see the guy your searching for, you can’t say my heart doesn’t flutter the first time you saw him. he is quite good looking. you head to the table, where he waited, “it took you a long time to get here, may i ask why?” he speaks, placing his lips on the edge of the teacup. side-eyeing you to answer, his stare is intimidating, "well.. how do you think i got all prepped up so nicely?" as you answer, his eyebrows furrow. “ah, right,”, you smirk and let out a small, and quiet chuckle. “well, you look nice.” he complimented you, with a stoic expression, you couldn’t read him if he was being sarcastic or what.

you sit down, “y’know, you kinda look like a archaeopteryx-“ just right after you said that- he lets out a harry style spit from his fresh, fresh tea. ‘woah, that was quick, he looked so much more like an archaeopteryx when he harry style spitted that tea.’ stifling a laugh, you smile, and look at your watch— “oops, it’s times up!”

(it wasn’t, actually.)

[lyxzeun]

imagining the things i want to do with you has been a part of my daily routine. - love, maybe -MeloMance

featuring . . . KTM!AYATO KAMISATO X SHR!FEM!READER ! (kang tae moo ayato x shin ha-ri reader)

warnings : none(?)

author’s note . . . inspired from a fellow genshin writer! ( @howlantic ), this will be turning into a series inspired by business proposal from netflix bc i didnt read the webtoon one ☝️ anyways i used korean names such as umma (mom) and eomeoni (mother) in this fic

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[phone call dialogue]

'thoughts'

(written notes)

au . . . business proposal <3

all started with a phone call, or two, either way, it was.. dare i could say chaotic. or, maybe we could start from the beginning?

on a windy night, you and your friend jin yuri, decided to go out for drinks as you and her were very tired, cue the hiccups and tripping noises as the two of you came home. “good evening ms. shin..” yuri rubbed her eyes as if she was tired (in which she was), “ah, yuri, your here.” your mother said, “and you, shin [name], you came here drinking out at night and you didn’t even bother to do your chores before!” as she grabs an old newspaper, she hit you lightly before handing you a cup of water. “awww, eomeoni you really are sweet!” you take the cup of water as yuri was handed water too. “yuri, i hope [name] wasn’t a bother while the two of you drank.” she crossed her arms on her chest, “no, no, no! not at all ms. shin..” drinking the water straight up.

“tsk, good, now the two of you head to [name]’s room.” she sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose, the two of you head to your room and change into clothes more appropriate for sleeping.

“hey, yuri, what would happen if your dad found out?” you sit up on the bed while watching a show, “ehhh, i don’t really care.” she responds, her eyes still casted to the television. “what if-“ she immediately cuts you off by ‘shushing’ you “shhh, my favorite character is on.” you really wouldn’t complain, you do that too.

{ring ring! ring ring!}

“oh? what was that?” you question, looking at your phone with a blank screen. “it’s my phone, let me get it.” yuri groans, “hello?” with a hint of mischievousness, she puts the phone on speaker without telling her father.

[yuri, come home immediately! business does not wait for long, and the chairman is waiting alongside his grandchild!]

oh, it was yuri’s dad, he has been nagging her for a week or so, you wonder what the situation is, since it seems important to her father. “no way i’m coming home! i don’t even like marriage! let your daughter experience some kind of relaxation for once!” then, she throws her phone to your bean bag chair, after she puts down the call.

“jeez, why can’t he understand me for once??” she whines, “maybe it’s cause you are the daughter from the marine group! ever thought about it?” pulling out a tray of snacks, “atleast i have another home where they’ll understand me.”

after a night of drunken conversations and binge watching shows, you went to work and decided to sleep in, “hey, [name]! wake up! you’re gonna be late for work!” your mom says, “huh? its 6:00 already…?” you sit up.

as you got ready, you can’t help but wonder what yuri’s father meant. a chairman? waiting? with his grandchild?? MARRIAGE?? is your bestfriend going to be taken away from you by business?

{ring ring! ring ring!}

taking out your phone, you see yuri's name. she's calling you.

[y/n.. can we meet up again?? i want to like.. talk to you..]

huh? she sounds a bit serious. what could've happened? "um, sure. at the bar again?"

[yeah. i'll see you there.]

"i'll see you there too." putting down the phone, you sigh, and head to work.

you pass 'K KITCHEN', your childhood bestfriends restaurant. not that you wanted to pass by, the restaurant is just close to your workplace, you couldn't help but stop by to see how kaeya was doing.

"knock knock?" you peek inside the restaurant, "oh, y/n! perfect timing i wanted you to stop by today." he wipes his hand on the pair of dry towels, he takes out an envelope, and says "[name], promise me to not go with yuri, alright?" he smiles, 'you don't even know what i like.' you thought, nodding at him as you head out.

you look at the envelope, at the back, it says-

( promise me that you won't go with yuri this time, go with a guy to this concert. -<3, kaeya :D )

"what is this guy thinking?" you sigh.

t i m e ↓ s k i p

at the bar, you wait for yuri so that the two of you enter together. "y/n! jeez i thought where you could be." yuri waves to you, walking up to you, the both of you enter and order your regular meals. "so, yuri, what are we gonna talk about?" - "yeah, so um, remember the phone call my dad made? he set me up for a blind date. and i want you, my great friend to take my spot!" she explains. "NO. NO in ANY way yuri, never again! i'm done with taking your place in blind dates. i'm done with that guy from that one company, and you expect me to do more?!" you were taken aback, "okay, okay. calm down [name], i know but this is the very very VERY last time you will take my place." she holds her pinky up "pinky promise [name]~ this won't happen again!" you hold your pinky up, "fine. pinky promise."

[floraltypes]

i recently started this kdrama and the lack of fanfiction for it is making me want to write some !!

this was very very cute though <33

— fever, fervor

tae-moo x gn!reader | 2.5k words

genre: childhood friends/exes to -> mutual pining

warnings: swearing, fainting, blood, reader is part of a big and well known company (reader is rich lol), kissing, implied suggestive themes (at the end!!!), injuries, sickness, jealousy

synopsis: kang taemoo was not someone you wanted to meet again. not after breaking up with him in high school. so you're surprised to bump into him again years later, and to get nursed back to health by the man.

author’s note: i like him! *looks behind him* but i do like his gf’s brother and his secretary even more /hj anyways i’m only two eps in for a business proposal so!!! ooc taemoo probably im trying my best thank u

You blew out air with puffed cheeks repeatedly as you jogged (limped) your way down the hotel. You had to meet someone at the restaurant there and you had to get there fast— Being almost a minute late (a minute early) to the appointed time.

You were supposed to meet the soon-to-be CEO of a company your company had a lot of ties with. And as the heir of your family’s company, you had duties. Such as meeting with people like these to make sure things would remain calm and safe and rich even when the previous boss would step down. You couldn’t risk losing profits due to a simple change in CEOs. Or so your parents said.

You really didn’t care. But punctuality was crucial and you were lacking it right now, really badly. You could blame the traffic on your way to the hotel, or your terribly painful, pounding headache from drinking too much with your best friend the day before or the injury you had got on your ankle while running down the stairs of your workplace a few days ago but it would just be embarrassing. No excuses, just be on time— That’s what you grew up with.

So you ran up the stairs to the restaurant, ankle slightly tilting every now and then in your fancy, so-clear-and-washed-that-they-could-serve-as-a-mirror dress shoes. You were careful, really. You didn’t want to risk worsening your injury or getting a new one, so of course you were careful!

So it was not your fault that some man and yourself bumped into eachother at the end of the stairs, almost making you fall backwards had it not been for his quick reflex to grab your wrist. Yet after pulling you back with a bit too much force and causing you to stumble forward and straight into a pillar due to his reflex to move away, he looked at you like you were the one at fault.

Your head pounded harder, now. Your nose was aching from the hit into the wall and your headache worsened. You felt like everything was spinning and your legs felt weak. You furrowed your eyebrows at the man who looked at you with what seemed like annoyance and huffed.

“Kang Taemoo?” you breathed out, brows furrowed in confusion, “Of all people?”

“That’s not what an apology sounds like.” he said.

Yup. Kang Taemoo for sure. With that attitude, it could only be him. Just the same as ten years ago.

“You made me drop my book.” he said, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You huffed a bit, having been running to your class, a little bit late.

“And you walked straight into me because you weren’t looking.” you retorted, scoffing, “Sorry.”

He held up the opened book with one hand. “The pages are creased. You owe me 10,000 won.”

Kang Taemoo was none other than your ex from high school. You broke off because you were both too busy, and with both your characters, ended up on a slightly petty note. You didn't hate each other, but that didn't hold back the sarcastic, annoyed remarks you'd send to each other each time your families' companies held meetings together. Much to their dismay.

You knew your families would've preferred if you got married, even.

You breathed out through your nose and took a deep breath, before nodding a bit hazily. “An apology, of course. I should be surprised you’re not asking me for thanks, but I’m not. I have no reason to…” your breaths grew heavy at each word that left your mouth, and the world darkened each time you took a second too long to blink it away. You huffed out air through puffed cheeks before swallowing thickly, “… Apologize… To you…”

You felt arms catch you before you felt yourself faint.

Now, of course you felt how dizzy everything was, how lightheaded you felt, how darkened your vision grew, how weak your limbs felt. But the panic couldn’t fully settle in when someone caught you before you could even touch the ground.

You blinked hazily. Then you furrowed your eyebrows. “Taemoo, why...”

He pursed his lips into a thin line and you seriously started to wonder what you had done to make him seem like you owed him an apology of sorts. Then your hand came up to your face, the back of it moving to cover your eyes from the blinding lights of the restaurant, when your thumb touched something wet on your upper lip.

You pulled you hand back and suddenly felt very conscious, jumping up from Taemoo’s hold and onto your knees. “Blood. Did I get a nosebleed?” you scoffed to yourself, but then regretted moving so fast, head lolling backwards a bit before you caught yourself on the nearest wall.

Behind you, Taemoo got up and dusted off in his clothes, before pulling at a part of his pristine white shirt and scowling. “Indeed. You owe me 80,000 won.”

You turned around, eyes half-lidded and expression astounded. “Excuse me?”

Only then did you catch sight of the red, unmistakable drop of blood on the man’s shirt. It seemed like he was avoiding contact with your face and his shirt, even. Did he dislike blood that much? You scoffed, a lazy smile on your lips. “I’ll get it washed. I’m not buying you a new shirt.”

He crossed his arms, expression displeased as he walked towards you. You could only look up at him, a bit helpless and still extremely dizzy. And with blood on your face. You blinked slowly, and then looked behind him. Your eyes widened and you pulled Taemoo closer by his legs.

"W-What are you doing?" he exclaimed, trying to step back. He looked over his shoulder and sighed in despair. "I don't know who or what you're trying to hide from, but people are going to get the... wrong idea if you stay like this— Just, get up."

You peeked behind him, watching the man you were supposed to meet walk over to the table you were supposed to be sitting at right now. You hissed and grimaced in annoyance, before leaning your forehead on Taemoo's knee and banging it on his knee. "Argh, seriously. Of all times... Of all times, he just... Oh, fuck."

You suddenly scrambled to get up, finally registering what he had just told you and profusely bowing your head. "Sorry. Sorry, seriously. Didn't think about that."

He sighed, waving in dismissal. "Let's go get a room."

"What?!" you yelled, before clearing your throat and lowering your voice, "What?"

Huh? What was he suggesting? This couldn't possibly be what you thought.

It was, in fact, not what you thought.

You sat on the counter of the hotel bedroom's bathroom as Taemoo carefully dabbed and rubbed on the blood on your face, seemingly very focused on his task. You, on the other hand, couldn't get your focus off how close his face would get every time he cleaned the blood off. He nodded to himself after a little while. "The blood from your nosebleed is gone, and I bandaged the area that looked injured on your face. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

You shook your head no, gently because either way you'd feel dizzy again. "No."

"Good."

He held his hand out for you and you instinctively took it, stepping down from the counter and trying not to put pressure on your injured ankle.

Again, why was he so much like when you were younger?

“You really couldn’t look up from your phone for a second?” he sighed, dabbing the disinfectant-filled cotton on your wounds. You winced and he shot you a glare, “Now you only have yourself to blame for running straight into that pole.”

“This isn’t nice.” you complained, sighing, “Stop being so mean, Taemoo.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he raised his eyebrows, eyes still trained on a cut on your cheekbone, “You’re getting rightfully scolded. Deal with it.”

You jutted out your bottom lip and Taemoo glanced down at it, before doing a double take and sighing. He put his hands on his hips and took a step back, looking at you with a look of disbelief, scoffing and shaking his head in disapproval. "You even got your lip injured. I can't believe this."

You touched it and winced, seeing the blood on the pad of your finger. The boy walked back closer to you and went to disinfect it, but you moved back, shaking your head no. He quirked an eyebrow.

"What? Scared of a little sting on your lip?"

"No." you scoffed, "Shut up."

He looked at you weirdly. Or well, not weirdly. But more so... Differently. You'd never seen him look at you, or anyone else, really, that way. You couldn't decipher what that look meant.

He put both his hands on the table of the storage room you two were currently in (after you insisting that if the nurse took care of you she'd scold you tons and it would be annoying, and instead going to the storage room and taking the spare first-aid-kit that was there, hidden by Taemoo himself after you got injured one too many times and refused to go see the nurse that you claimed was "just mean", so he could take care of you instead) and leaned forward. You couldn't exactly back away more than you already had, and you weren't sure if you wanted to. With his face this close to yours, you weren't sure if you didn't want to close the distance instead.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then prove it."

"Just--" you scoffed, looking away. He was really making it hard. "Shut up."

"Make me."

You looked him in the eye, and he smirked. Oh, now that was it.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, eyes shut tightly and fingers grasping at the table in fear of his reaction. But he kissed you back, tilting his head and smiling when you winced at the contact against your wound. He pulled back. "So I was right."

You scoffed. This bastard. He held out his hand for you to take and you did, stepping off the table.

Why did Kang Taemoo have to act the same way he used to? You exhaled and tried to focus as he walked you back to the room, before sitting you down on the bed. You hated how caring he was-- Taking care of your injuries, making sure you didn't get hurt any further. It reminded you too much of the times you were still together. It was infuriating.

"You okay?" he asked in the same monotonous voice he always used. You nodded and he heaved a sigh, "Don't think I'm doing this for you. I'm hiding, too."

"Hiding?" you repeated incredulously, "From?"

"Tell me first. Why were you hiding from that man? Were you on a date?"

You scoffed. "That doesn't concern you. We're not dating." anymore, you thought, "What about you?"

Taemoo crossed his arms and looked down, nodding a bit, before looking back up at you. "I was going on a blind date tonight." he said honestly. You didn't like the pang of jealousy you felt in your chest because you two weren't together anymore, and if you hadn't seen him right then, you would've probably spent more years not seeing each other and it would've been fine. But of course, he had to bump into your life again. And the problem with Kang Taemoo was that despite all your efforts, often successful, at dating other people after your break-up, he could always manage to ruin everything. He came back, with that irritating, cold, handsome face and character of his, and ruined everything.

"Then go. Why are you hiding?"

"I don't look presentable."

You looked up, and looked him up and down, before scoffing. "That's one drop of blood, Taemoo. Seriously. It's fine."

"And also, I had to take care of something important, and I'm sure whoever that girl I was supposed to meet is wouldn't have liked to see it on our very first date." he added on, walking closer to the edge of the bed, "There. I was honest. Now tell me; were you on a date?"

You looked away, tilting your head. "Depends. Would it get a rise out of you if I said yes? Or is there no point in lying about it?"

He scoffed, laughing in disbelief, before swiping his tongue over his lower lip.

"Why do you want to make me angry? You really haven't changed." he stated, smiling. You chuckled a bit.

"I could say the same."

His knee dropped on the mattress, right next to your legs, and he looked down at you. He still had his hands in his pockets, as casual as ever. You gulped a little and he smiled furthermore.

"Why?"

"You just." you stopped, looking away momentarily and shaking your head, before looking back at him, who was getting closer. "Still are arrogant. Hold on, my head, uh, is spinning."

"Lay down."

"What?"

He nodded towards the mattress. "You're on a bed. Lay down."

You froze, blinking at him. He sighed after a few seconds and gently pushed your shoulder so your back hit the mattress. He hovered over you and your eyes widened, but he only put his hand on your forehead. "Relax." he said, catching you off guard, "You look a second away from hyper-ventilating. I'm just checking your temperature. You didn't look too well even when you were walking up those stairs."

"And you care?"

He compared the temperature to the one on his own forehead. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked, face unchanging. You stared at him as a slight crease formed between his eyebrows, and he compared your temperatures again. He had such a pretty face. You hated it. You couldn't stand him.

"I can't stand you." you said without thinking, and you knew your tone betrayed your words, sounding way too dazed and gentle. You could blame it on the dizzinness.

"Good thing you're laying down, then." he concluded, pushing himself back up. Your hand grabbed his shirt before you could really think about it and he stopped, arm stretched and palm pressed right next to you. He raised his eyebrows. "What is it?"

You swiped your thumb over your lip and held back a wince, before showing the blood to him.

"I don't mind a little sting on my lip." you said. He chuckled quietly, looking at it then at you.

"So? Want me to disinfect it?"

"Kiss me, Taemoo."

Maybe you wouldn't have been bold enough to declare what you really felt if you weren't running a slight fever. But as it happened, this fever proved to be good. Because Taemoo kissed you, just as you asked, pressing his lips against yours softly and sweetly. And longer than the first time you shared a kiss.

And maybe your temperature was high, but you were certain it was the air around that was just hot when you sat up to unbutton his shirt and he pulled your jacket off your shoulders.

Your engagement and his date were long forgotten, needless to say.