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elusivecagedmockingbird · 4 months

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Come Doused In Mud

[contortionist!jimin x reader] [3.1k+ smut, yandere, ‼️ nonconsensual/dubious con sex, kidnapping, allusion to drugs, dark themes] This is the next and final part of Come As You Are. Thank you to everyone who gave this fic a chance and read it. Love u!

"I'm telling you, it was really weird, Tae," you complain to your friend as you pull him out of the tent—away from the show, away from the creepy man. "He was staring the whole time, and I couldn't break away, but I wanted to."

Taehyung chuckles, strangely finding amusement in what you are saying. "It was probably an act—fixate on one of the audience. Either way, these shows, they're all smoke and mirrors. We came here to have fun, yes?"

Your nerves were still buzzing with unease. Taehyung sees you close off and offers you his drink to appease you while his thumb circles your knuckles in an attempt to ground you. "We should at least go on a few rides," he suggests. "And while we go around, I'll make sure to protect you from creepy contortionists." Your friend makes a big show of puffing out his chest. His obvious gleaming mood is a huge contrast to yours. It almost doesn't bother you that despite your attempt to convey your discomfort, he had been too consumed with his high from the show.

But you realize you like him like this. You like that you're someone whose company he enjoys, and he's comfortable enough with you to let loose and be childish.

With a newfound determination to keep that boxy grin on Taehyung's face, you nod and agree to stay a little longer—go on a ride of his choice and maybe go back to the burger stand you skipped last week.

Also, if you allow yourself to be deluded, you can pretend you were out on a date with him. Tonight could be a fleeting glimpse of what it means to be like a couple. And here, you were in your own bubble with Taehyung. It truly felt like bliss, minus the creepy show you just witnessed.

“Come on," Taehyung tugs at your intertwined hands, pulling you out of your inner monologue. "Let’s see what’s there.” His free hand points to a mirror maze while he swings both your arms as he leads you to the labyrinth.

“Are we supposed to do something here?” You and Taehyung walk deeper into the center of the maze and as you go further, the light dims. "I mean, what's the point?"

Taehung shrugs in response. “The man said there was a prize in the middle of the maze.” His head turns left and right, hands still clasped together as he leads you through the maze.

You stop walking as you encounter another crossroad, the endless mirrors on each end and lack of light making you dizzy and nauseous. Not to mention that the longer you've been in the maze, with each passing second, your lulled anxiety resurges.

A shudder runs through you, and you can't help but feel the weight of unseen gazes following you and Taehyung. Reaching for Taehyung's hand, you pull him to take the lead. "Come on, Tae," your voice strained with anxiety. "In rigged games like this, left is always the shortest path to the exit, I'm sure of it."

Taehyung, on the other hand, wanted to take in everything. For some reason, he remained unbothered by your growing unease. Usually, he was good at sensing and reading you, but today, he remained partly oblivious. "What's the rush?" He tugs his limbs back, hands gripping yours tighter. "Come on, Y/N. I think we should go right. It could be fun."

"What fun can you have here?" You reason, free hand gesturing to the dingy mirrors and dusty panels.

Great. Not only do you feel nauseous, but you're pretty sure you now feel an oncoming migraine.

Your disagreement echoed off the mirrors, each reasoning bouncing back and forth. You were now growing frustrated. Meanwhile, Taehyung looked unperturbed, excited even—fueled by adrenaline and his 'sense of adventure'.

“Okay, you know what? Why don’t we split, and we'll just meet outside after,” he proposes.

It was a compromise. Sure. But if you were honest, you were also scared of walking alone. You look at Taehyung one last time, hoping he takes pity on you, but he remains unmoved. With a resigned sigh, you agree with a nod. Taehyung lets you walk your way first, and when you disappear from his sight after taking another turn, he takes his.

Frustration gnawed at your insides as you tried to jump and peek through the panels and mirrors, attempting to catch a glimpse of Taehyung or anything that would get you the fuck out of here. Yet, somehow, as the sun sets outside, the place only seemed to grow darker as nothingness bounced off of each surface.

As if to mock you, the dull fluorescent overhead began to flicker erratically, the flashing lights and shadows worsening your migraine and fueling your paranoia.

You really needed to get out of here. Now.

Screaming Taehyung's name, tears start to well up in your eyes. The weight of isolation began to sink into you, and your breaths came in shallow gasps as fear tightened its grip around you.

Oh god. Not now.

You feel around your pockets for your phone and curse when your hands come empty. Remembering you forgot to take your phone from Taehyung, you curse at everything around you—fuck this maze, fuck your jeans for having tiny pockets. Fuck everything. Your vision blurs as you let a sob out.

Looking up, you're met with your reflection. And you could not shake the unnerving sensation that someone—or something—else lurked just beyond your reflection. Mustering up your courage, you resume navigating around the mirror maze with hesitant steps. Suddenly, you hit your face in a mirror from abruptly turning around at the sight of a passing figure from your peripheral vision. You let out a pained groan, your hands shooting up to hold your assaulted nose.

Fuck.

“Tae, is that you?” You wince, eyes squinting, trying to make out your friend's face in the dim room.

"Tae, come on. You're not being funny. I'm really creeped out."

A minute of silence passed before you were answered. “Your friend is gone,” the voice singsongs.

A shaky breath leaves your lips. Okay, it's not Taehyung. But you refuse to think of the worst yet. Maybe this person can help you out. You clear your throat and address the man, “Hi, do you work here?” Feeling your way through mirrors, not wanting to slam your face again, you carefully feel your way around the maze. You’re not even sure if you’re walking closer to a mirrored image or the man himself.

“Could you please show me the way out? I think I broke my nose.” Though you don’t really think your nose is broken, you just hope he would feel sorry for you. And not to point fingers, but you getting hurt was partly his fault for appearing out of nowhere.

A light from outside pierces and bounces through the mirrors, briefly illuminating the place brighter, allowing you to get a quick glimpse of the man.

You freeze at the familiar face you're confronted with. The performer, contortionist, the man from the show earlier was already looking at you when your eyes found his. It wasn’t like a perchance glance like yours but more of a fixed glare. As if he knew exactly where you stood.

You stop shuffling within the space, hands getting clammy, and the room closes in on you. You don't know where to move, but you need to distance yourself from this man.

The shrieking laughter of a child running outside the tent breaks the eerie silence, and your head turns towards the noise. Resigning to the fact that no one could help you, especially this man, you try to follow the sound of mixed chatters and fanfare.

Heart pounding in your chest, you picked up your heavy feet forward. But with every turn you took, every corridor you rushed towards, you found yourself face to face with yet another dead end.

You refuse to give up.

You screamed Taehyung's name again, shrieked for help, and made any noise that would alarm anyone outside.

You will get out of here.

Hearing another laugh from outside, you turn to the source and run with desperation.

Your view turns dark as the bulb completely burns out. You could no longer see anything. As if the entrance to the maze disappeared into the dark. Immobilized by fear, all you could do was crouch. You'll fucking crawl your way out of here if you have to. You're pawing at the dry grass and dirt, telling yourself to put aside your disgust. You.have.to.get.out.of.here.

Then, just as you think you're making progress in the right direction, your fingers freeze upon feeling something unexpected—a sudden, jarring sensation freezes you in place. You recoiled instinctively, heart pounding in your chest as you realized what you had touched.

A foot.

The realization added a surge of fear coursing through your veins, your mind racing with a thousand terrifying possibilities. Again, you refuse to jump to the worst possibility.

No.

Not long after, you feel a warm breath ghost across your face, followed by a soft voice. "There you are."

It sounded so mellow, as if harmless. But your gut tells you it's anything but that. You feel a pair of rough hands hoist you up by your underarms. You squeal like caged piglets and fight against the person holding you. But before you can scream bloody murder, a striking force knocks you out.

Blinking against the harsh stream of light that flooded your vision, you turn sideways to make sense of your surroundings.

"Tae," you mumble—mouth dry and voice hoarse. You feel drilling in your head and your right eye twitches from the prickling pain.

Finally adjusting to the light, you find yourself lying in an unfamiliar room. The first thing you clearly see is the bright bedding draped on you, then a wall adorned with photographs. You force your eyes to make sense of the images, and you regret it. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the images of you.

Each snapshot was supposed to be a happy memory of you and Taehyung from your first visit to the carnival. But now, you feel repulsed at the immortalized moment, knowing that behind the lights and festivity, darkness lurked. Just as your gut tried to warn you.

You start to wail. And your cries for help grow louder as you realize your hands are chained to the bedpost.

Someone comes closer to you. He plops himself beside you to the bed, demanding your attention. His eyes are alight with a strange mixture of intensity and malice. "Welcome home, Y/N," he smiled. The man reached out a hand, brushing your hair with his fingers. You flinch from his touch and struggle against the restraints.

It takes a minute for your wailing to turn to sensible words. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

But as you wait for an answer, all you are greeted with is a chilling calmness that you don't share. "Please," you beg.

He remains silent. His fingers still playing with your hair. "Don't you remember me? It's me, Jimin," he introduces himself with a smile.

You thrash around, wanting to mess up his pristine bed, anything that would show him you were against being here.

"Y/N," he calls your name, his voice still calm. Your response is a hard glare. You would curse at him, but you don't trust your voice not to break or turn to sobs again.

"Don't cry, baby." His hands leave your hair to thumb at your creased forehead. "Ever since I saw you, I knew it was you; it had to be you," his words dripping with an unsettling mix of obsession and conviction, "my soulmate."

"You're fucking crazy," you spit your words out; raspy but determined. Disliking your accusation, you stare at you until you shift from discomfort. The weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

"You shouldn't resist, my dear," he deadpans. "We're bound by the red string of fate, tethered together, forever." His face closes in yours and noses at your cheek. His breath was hot against your ear as he resumed talking.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" he whispered, his voice a sinister hiss. "The tug of that thread when you first set foot into my carnival, my home. You cannot deny it any longer."

Your pulse raced with terror as you struggled to comprehend the depth of his delusion. You tried to speak, to protest, but your words were caught in your throat like a knot, choking off any plea, even curse and demeaning words you wanted to shout at him.

How the fuck are you supposed to reason with a crazy man?

Jimin's fingers trail along the curve of your shoulders. "You are finally home, my dear," he murmurs, his touch sending a wave of revulsion coursing through your veins. But you couldn't do anything but take it.

He presses a peck to your cheek. Sensing no movement from you, he slots his lips to yours.

At this, you react violently, your body thrashing to move as far away as you can from him. Your balled fists swing to his face but fall limp, and your feet locked in place tight; you couldn't even push yourself further away from the man.

"Get the fuck away from me," you screech. Guttural screams leave your mouth as you tug at the binds on your limbs.

"Tsk, you're making this difficult, Y/N." He secures your ties, the binds getting tighter, leaving your arms and legs completely immobile.

"I'll show you how good I can be for you, my dear."

"Please," you sob, "Please, enough," the last plea comes out as a moan.

Jimin continuously laps at your cunt, his head locked between your trembling thighs. You twist and turn your body to repel him, but Jimin's head only tilts to look at you. His eyes meet yours, and your breath catches in your throat as you are drawn into the depths of his dilated pupils.

Tingles run on Jimin's back, and if possible, his dick stiffens even more. He's exhilarated as he saw a reflection of his own desire mirrored—a passion so intense it threatened to consume you both. Finally.

He knew you were loving this. He knew he was going to have you. And he thinks he already has.

Unable to tear his gaze away, Jimin feels you gradually surrender to the irresistible pull of his hunger. Your defenses dissolved easily like the cotton candy you loved to wrap your tongue around. Arousal spurts from his cock at the thought of having your sweet tongue wrapped around him. Like cotton candy.

He dives back between your thighs and grazes his teeth to your nub. With his fingers prodding inside you in a come-hither motion, you come undone again for the third time. You're full-on panting as you regulate your breathing. Jimin kneels, and your eyes follow him. He was a sinful delight—lips glistening with your arousal, cheeks flushed, and his cock stands tall and weepy.

He notices your lidded eyes as you stare at his cock and chuckles. "Don't worry. I'll let you feel me sooner than later," he cajoles.

You couldn't find your sanity. You should be resisting, screaming, doing anything to make this difficult for him, but your body just resigns—pliant, submissive to his. You hesitantly bend your knees as far as your bounds let you and ready yourself for him.

With one swooping motion, Jimin leans closer to your body and lines his hard cock to your pussy. You moan in unison as he sinks his tip inside you. His other hand caressed your cheek, and you surprised yourself further as you leaned in. At this, Jimin smiles and smashes his lips to yours. Your mouth locks in a heated, hungry kiss.

Letting his love pour from every pore and hole, Jimin pushes his shaft inside you. The feeling of his bare cock and thick girth pulls an animalistic reaction from you—your nails indent his flawless skin, and your teeth sink to his shoulder, devouring him in all ways. Jimin's hand cups your ass to pull you towards his thrusting hips, his hunger for you never-ending.

And finally, he thinks, you've surrendered to your need for him as well.

A sigh leaves his lips as you move your grip from his back to brush through his hair. He trails kisses along your neck going to your collarbones, each peck turning into love bites. You whimper at the sting, and your lover grows feral at the melodies of your pleasure.

If possible, he would weld you two together like this—forever tangled in euphoria and pleasure. Jimin's hand dips between your compressed bodies, fingers traveling from your tits, taking his time tracing patterns on every skin he touches until he reaches his destination—your clit. His eyes stay on your face as he watches your face contort in pleasure to every flick and motion of his fingers to your pussy.

You stare back, as if beckoning him to cum with you. And so he does.

Your body trembles like aftershocks, and Jimin feels his cock protest in sensitivity.

This is wrong, you think as you have your arms wrapped around your captor. But letting him have his way with you, somehow felt right. This felt like home.

Jimin watches you slumber. His index finger softly traces the slope of your nose. "My beautiful Y/N."

He secures your wrist to the bedpost once again after making love to you. He couldn't risk it yet. Sure, you were no longer screaming at his face, but it's too early, he decides. You've been with him for a week now, and in those seven days, you’ve done nothing but fuck.

A patterned knock pulls his gaze from you.

About damn time.

Jimin opens the door to a grinning man. "Took you long enough," he sneers.

His friend only huffs, "Well, excuse you. I had to deal with the missing reports. Her friends are fucking persistent, and I had to play my part."

"Well, is it dealt with?" Jimin pours water for him and his visitor.

"It's not hitting the local news yet, but I feel like it will die down in a few days." His guest waves off the offered water. "You and I know what could be in that water."

Jimin scoffs. "Why the fuck would I want you passed out in my home." The man across from him just shrugs in response, then says his goodbye.

"Hey, Taehyung," your so-called friend raises his brows, awaiting Jimin's next words, "Thanks for the help with Y/N. I owe you one."

Taehyung only wiggles his eyebrows. He chances a look over Jimin's shoulders to peek at you lying on the bed across the room, then pulls the door close as he leaves.

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Champagne Popsicle | KTH | Bottoms Up

You’re not a fan of social gatherings, especially not the ones where you have to show up in a stupid dress that you didn’t pick while it’s a 100 degrees outside. However, a handsome stranger with a popsicle that matches his pink hair might be able to turn your frown upside down.

›› Bottoms Up Masterlist ›› Genre: Smut / Fluff ›› Rating: 18+ (sexual content) ›› Pairing: KTH x Reader ›› Word Count: 10.1k Warnings Include: Alcohol, fingering, handjob, cunnilingus, blowjob, mouth fucking, food play, ruined orgasm, multiple orgasms, slight dom!Taehyung, almost getting caught.

A soft breeze catches your hair and you’re forever grateful for it. The magenta dress you’re wearing sticks to your skin in the heat and cooling down seems almost impossible in the middle of the summer. The wedding below you is bustling, your friend dancing in her ivory dress with her husband. You’ve escaped to a higher floor — social gatherings aren’t your thing and neither is the hundred degree weather. This is way past your comfort zone.

You toe off your heels, stepping down onto the tile floor in the hope to cool down a bit. Your friend Sooji really had to put you in a skin-tight silk dress of one of the most hideous colours. The pink doesn’t suit you and it’s painfully obvious.

“I see I wasn’t the only person who decided to escape?” A voice sounds from behind you and when you whirl around you find the groom’s friend with the pink hair. The one Sooji definitely mentioned in regard to not wanting him at her wedding because he’s too wild.

His suit jacket has been discarded, the first few buttons open. The slight sheen of his skin makes it apparent that he is just as hot as you are. However, unlike you he has a refreshment. The popsicle in his hand is filled with fruits and your mouth waters at the sight. He catches you gawking and holds the treat out to you.

“Want a bite?” He smiles and it contrasts with his demeanour.

You remember how he had caught your eyes during the ceremony. He’s handsome, full lips with eyes that hold something you can’t quite define — intimidating is a word that rises to the surface. Yet, right now with his hair mussed up and smiling like that, he looks much more friendly.

“Uh…sure.”

He chuckles, stepping up beside you and handing it over to you. It’s cold against your lips, but you’re not prepared for the taste. You frown as you bite into it, ice cold and sickly sweet almost.

“Not good?” he asks.

You shake your head with a hand covering your mouth as it melts on your tongue. It’s odd but not in a bad way, and he laughs at the sight of you holding the way too big bite of fruit and ice in your mouth. “Hmm, what is this made with?”

“Champagne.”

True to your character, you almost choke on a large piece of peach, completely embarrassing yourself. “They’re made with champagne?”

He nods, taking the popsicle back. “Good, isn’t it?” He pops it back into his mouth and you catch yourself staring for a few seconds too long at the way his lips pucker. You avert your attention back to the people downstairs who are mingling and dancing. The heat doesn’t seem to bother them as much as it does you.

“So, what’s your excuse for escaping?” he muses, leaning on the balustrade beside you. The wind catches his pink hair, revealing the dark set of his brows.

You huff, the slight cool-down from the ice already subsiding and the warmth seeping back into your skin. “Too hot.”

“Too many people?”

“That too…”

A silence falls over the two of you — his mere presence alleviating your bad mood a little. He starts humming along to the music, a low and pleasant sound. You try to think of his name; you’re positive Sooji mentioned it to you when she was freaking out over him coming to her wedding. Like this, he doesn’t seem wild, but the feeling you’d gotten from him might be a hint at what she knows that you obviously do not. You’re pretty sure she referred to him as the blue-haired demon before. Though, right now it would be pink-haired.

His mouth is busy with the fruit, the red of the berries tainting his lips red just the slightest. It doesn’t make him look any less handsome — on the contrary, your mind easily drifts to the thought of kissing him. God, the heat must really be getting to you.

“Say,” you trail. “I can’t remember your name for the life of me.”

He chuckles again, something that comes from deep within his chest. “I’m hurt, I surely remember yours. How could I not? You looked stunning in that dress.” The fact that he has you blushing so easily without even looking at you — you need to get a grip.

You shake the feeling. “Thanks, but I’m entirely certain this dress is the ugliest thing I have ever worn. I mean,” you shiver your hands into the pockets, “it has pockets, which is a crime on it’s own for a dress this tight.”

The sight of you angrily stuffing your hands into the fabric sends him into a fit of laughter, almost dropping his popsicle in the process. “I mean, yeah this one’s pretty hideous. I’m sorry to say but pink is not your colour.” He takes the last bite off the stick. “I mean the summer dress you arrived in this morning. That one was gorgeous.”

Truly, he must be joking. This morning you ‘d been royally late to the venue and Sooji was ready to just kick you out of the wedding. Your hair had been barely combed, pulled up in a useless piece of a bun as you had dragged the dress from the previous night off the chair and slipped it on without much thought. A light piece of white fabric that hung off one shoulder. “I — Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Y/N.” He emphasises your name and the way it rolls off his tongue holds implications you must be imagining.

You smile at him. “So, are you going to tell me your name?”

He takes a step closer to you, brushing his pink hair out of his face. “On one condition,” he says lowly with the slight raise of a brow. “Dance with me?”

“I —“ You damn your cheeks for being able to turn more red even in this heat. It must certainly be matching the colour of your dress by now. “Dance with you?” The second the words leave your mouth you regret them. It doesn’t at all sound like what you’d intended.

It doesn’t seem to faze him, he merely chuckles. “I mean, you don’t have to. But it’s a wedding and it’d be a shame if you’re going to be up here moping the entire time when there’s free food and drinks downstairs.” He has a point, and you’d take him upon his offer if it wasn’t for the sun beaming down your back. You might actually get sunburnt at this rate. “You know what,” he starts to walk away, “it’s your loss. I know where they’re hiding the popsicles.”

Now that is a good tradeoff. “Fine, you got me.”

He stops, looking at you over his shoulder with a wide smile. “Follow me, my lady.” Politely, he holds out his hand for you and you take it with a slight shake of your head. The skin of his hand is soft, surprisingly so. It completely envelops yours and the metal of the rings he wears contrast against the warmth of his palm.

You shouldn’t be this frazzled by holding a near stranger’s hand, yet he has an effect on you that you can’t explain. It’s as if you’ve met him before, like there’s history — a strange feeling settles in your chest as you look at him.

He is exuberant, laughing as you stumble down the stairs on bare feet. When you stop him to put your shoes back on he grabs them from you. “You don’t need those, the grass is much cooler.” Your shoes get hooked onto the umbrella stand as he drags you outside.

The grass is cool against your feet and you sigh at the feeling. There’s people around you, though not many are dancing to the soft music that is now playing. The man holding your hand however, doesn’t seem to have a care in the word as he twirls you around and catches you gently against his chest. You laugh, freely, and it feels so good.

His hands settle on your waist, warm, guiding, and you dance in close proximity with him — it’s cheesy but it almost feels like a movie. He’s even more gorgeous up close, thick eyelashes framing his eyes that light up when he smiles. The way he laughs when he dances with you is child-like and you wish you could be like that some more. He seems enamoured with the moment, purposely living the fairytale feeling almost.

“Say,” you hum, placing your hands on his shoulders. “How did you manage to get Sooji to agree to let you into the wedding after all?”

“Jin wasn’t joking when he said she didn’t want me here?”

Maybe it was a mistake to tell him this, but you doubt he’d actually be hurt by the notion. “Well, I don’t know your name, but I know of you. Sooji refers to you in many ways but that blue-haired demon was definitely one of her favourites.”

He laughs, throwing his head back at your words. The line of his jaw is sharp like this and he lowers his head again to look at you with a joking raise of his eyebrows, only to ask; “What do you think, am I a demon?”

The way he speaks, there’s a slight drop in his timbre. The lop-sided smile that lingers has you entranced. If he is a demon, he’s most certainly one in disguise. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen enough of you. I mean, I still don’t know your name.”

He grins and you swear you can feel it in your chest. “It’s Taehyung.” When he twirls you around you bump back into him, feeling his warmth. He is firm beneath your touch as your hands land on his chest.

“Well Taehyung,” you trail, looking at him grin. “How’d you manage to get into the wedding?”

He flicks his hair out of his face, a simple gesture. “Easy. Sooji made a comment about my blue hair clashing with the theme of her wedding. So I stole Jungkook’s tie and asked my hair dresser to match it. Blue looked better, but I don’t hate the pink.”

You snort, what an odd thing to do. It’s not something you would ever do but you can’t say that the colour doesn’t look nice on him. Blue however, that’s something you’d want to see. With his features you’re leaning towards taking his word for it, especially since pink already looks this good.

“What?” he asks.

“I mean, that’s certainly chaotic.”

Taehyung laughs and the sound makes your stomach tingle. The heat is long forgotten as you watch him dance with you. He’s tall and you spot a small mole on the tip of his nose. “Not demonic?”

You shake your head, playing with the collar of his shirt. “I wouldn’t say so, no.”

“Well,” he starts, grabbing your hand and turning you so your back is against his chest. His voice vibrates as he whispers in your ear. “How’s sneaking into the kitchen for some champagne-laced popsicles?”

“Sounds more like it.”

Taehyung’s hands are on your hips, holding you firmly against him. Every breath he takes pushes against you and you’re fearful he can notice your increasing nerves. It’s the first time a guy has gotten under you skin like this by merely…being. You shouldn’t be this affected.

Your breath hitches at his next utterance of words.

“There,” he points towards the entrance. “If you go through the double doors, straight past the lobby and third door on the left. Wait for me by the bathroom.” You can feel him look at you over your shoulder. “Go,” he ushers, pushing you forward.

You look back at him. He smiles and winks and you swear that for a second he looks younger. A true enigma.

Inside you grab your shoes from the stand, slipping them back on and wobbling to get your footing. High heels are not your favourite, but at least you’re aware that they make this hideous dress look a little better. The fact that Taehyung chose to approach you regardless of the ugly garment is luck on its own. You should thank your alarm clock for making you oversleep.

It’s not hard to find the bathrooms, you’re surprised that there’s nobody here right now. This back hallway is empty and you lean against the wall, waiting for him. Why didn’t he just follow you?

“There you are!” Sooji’s voice sounds from your left. She’s waddling over to you with the skirt of her dress gathered in her hands. “What are you doing?”

You look around, you could just lie right? You doubt you’re doing anything wrong by standing here. “I’m taking a breather, it’s hot outside.”

She rolls her eyes. “I know, you’ve complained about that enough. I mean what are you doing with Taehyung?”

“What?”

“You know, pink hair, the guy I’ve repeatedly told you to stay away from?” She ushers her words with haphazard gestures. “Do I need to tell you again?”

You frown at her. “Okay Sooji, sweetheart, it’s your wedding. You shouldn’t be worrying about me. Just have fun with Seokjin, that’s what today is about.” You do not understand why she’s so worried about you on her day. She doesn’t show this much concern for your hook-ups normally. Taehyung isn’t even that — he must’ve done something serious to piss her off this much.

She shakes her head at you, sighing deeply. “Do you really not remember what happened last time?”

What is she on about? Last time, what last time? You’re entirely sure you’ve never run into Taehyung before and he’s not someone you think you’d just forget. “I — Sooji listen, Taehyung’s just being nice and frankly,” you pause to take a deep breath, “if I want to flirt with him that is my decision.”

Sooji brushes stray strands of hair out of her face. “Y/N, listen. I’m going to take your word for it but…do you remember when you got really drunk at my engagement party?”

Oh do you remember. Or well, not remember is maybe a better way to say it. But you surely remember the raging headache you woke up with the next day, and the gap that is still left in your memory. It’s the one time you go so drunk that you just blanked out. None of it came back and — oh.

“Do you remember now?” she asks.

“No…” you trail off. Truly, you’re trying to but you cannot recall anything aside from the horrid taste of tequila.

“You don’t remember making out with a certain blue-haired person? In my bathroom, may I add.”

If there was one thing that could make you choke on air, that is it. “Excuse me?” Taehyung…and you…what? There’s no way. You’d remember that for sure — he doesn’t look like someone who’d let you forget.

Sooji sighs. “I’m not going to paint the picture for you, but let’s just say you were very drunk and swallowing him whole in my bathroom. I stopped him right before he could fuck you over the sink.”

Your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen in shock. “I — Please tell me you’re kidding?”

“No, I wish I was. I can’t believe he’d—“

“Wait,” you stop her. “You thought he was taking advantage of me?”

“You were drunk!”

“Both of us?”

“Yes!”

It’s not that you don’t get where she’s coming from. If you’d found her with a random guy while she was drunk you wouldn’t have just let him do that. The difference is that she knows Taehyung, he’s a close friend of her now-husband and you just don’t believe he was going to do something like that to you. Taehyung doesn’t seem to be anything but kind and the picture she’s painting seems a bit warped. You are her friend after all. Though, if Taehyung was as drunk as you were then you don’t see the need for her to act like this.

You sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Why did you never just tell me this?”

Sooji smooths down the material of her dress. “I thought you were lying when you said you didn’t remember, that you might’ve been ashamed or something.”

You try to weigh your words properly. “I appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me, but I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions. If me and Taehyung were both drunk then I get why you broke us up but you have no reason to treat him like a villain because of it. That said, we can have this conversation any other day that’s not your wedding. Until then I just want you to enjoy yourself and stop worrying about me.”

Sooji purses her lips, probably realising that you’re right. You doubt she wants to have this conversation today, the fact that she’s looking out for you on her own wedding says a lot about her as a friend. She has always been a great friend, and she has stopped you from making bad decisions. However, today is not the day, and this decision isn’t that bad. You hope she knows this.

Taehyung…you wonder if this is why he is flirting with you, if you even took it the right way. He probably remembers kissing you, nearly bending you over your friend’s sink — you blush at the thought. Simply looking at him has made your skin heat up, the heft of his gaze simply palpable. Yet, imagining kissing him seems foreign, out of your reach.

This is why you’re not surprised that you can feel him before you hear him as he walks up behind you. An undeniable presence. “Is everything okay?” Taehyung asks.

You look up at him and you can swear the corners of his mouth twitch when your eyes meet. “Yeah, Sooji just needed help with her dress.”

Taehyung puts a hand on your waist, pulling you a little more into his side as he looks at Sooji. Her eyes fall to where he touches you, something he’s doing so comfortably even you struggle to not let it faze you. His touch is like a constant static noise in your periphery as Sooji and him share looks. “Are you okay now Sooji? Jin is looking for you, he misses his wife.” Taehyung chuckles as he speaks and you note that he does this a lot. It’s as if he’s unaware of Sooji’s grudge. That, or he knows and doesn’t care — you hope he doesn’t.

Sooji’s face does perk up at the mention of her husband, and she gathers her dress in her hands again. “I should get going then, wife duty calls!”

Uncertainty floods your veins as soon as she leaves, giving Taehyung one last look over her shoulders. The way his fingers tighten around your hip is enough to tell you that he does remember. Even if that hadn’t been so, the way he leans down to whisper in your ear again speaks volumes.

“I got the key to the kitchen.” Taehyung’s voice is rough and you can feel it.

You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, aware of the proximity of his mouth. “Is lock-picking not part of your demonic abilities?”

He dangles the keys in front of your face. “Pickpocketing is.”

A gasps leaves your lips and you whirl around to face him. Something about it makes him laugh. “You what?!”

“I’m kidding,” he says, lowering his face to yours. A shiver runs up your spine despite the heat. Like his closeness, his gaze is heavy. You still can’t describe the air that rolls off him, but you’re entranced to say the least. “Though, persuasion might be in my skillset.”

Who would’ve thought? You seem at his mercy, even if you’ve barely touched him The thought of having kissing him — of kissing him now — remains at the forefront of your mind. Especially with his face so close to yours.

Taehyung’s lips are full, they look soft, and there’s a small mole dotted on the bottom one. It’s barely there but you can see it and — you’re staring.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, lips pulling up in a lopsided smile. “Cat got your tongue?” He totally caught you.

“I — I,” you stammer.

It doesn’t help when he reaches for you, hand smoothing down your back to press you that much closer. You’re almost certain he’s going to kiss you, his intentions are clear from the way his gaze settles on your mouth. Yet, he stops mere inches from your lips. “Lets go get those popsicles, hmm?”

There’s no way he’s not playing with you, but you don’t know if he’s aware that you don’t remember him. Without a doubt you should tell him. If you really had a full on make-out session with him in Sooji’s bathroom that was borderline drunk-fucking, you should talk to him about it. The only thing that’s stopping you is the possibility of scaring him off. You want to remember. You want him to — you’re not sure what, but when he grabs your hand again and pulls you along you know that you want him.

His behaviour makes all the more sense knowing that you’ve had a previous interaction. How comfortable he is around you, reading between the lines now shows his flirting. It’s not obvious, because you’re already well past the initial flirting stage. No, he’s just being playful, and you want him to kiss you again. You want him to make you remember.

As much as you try to crunch your mind while he guides you into the kitchen, you can’t pull up the image from that night. The one thing that pops up is his blue hair, a bright azure hue framing dark eyebrows and playful eyes. The same eyes that spark now as he opens the door of the freezer and reveals to you what seems to be an abundance of popsicles.

He stands there, arm resting on the door, white shirt tucked into his black suit paints to frame narrow hips. The light frames him and you can just see the soft dip of his chest where his shirt is unbuttoned. “Come on,” he ushers with a smile. “Grab one.”

You shake yourself, reminded that you keep ogling him and it’s rude, even if he doesn’t seem to mind. The popsicle is cold in your hand, but the first bite is so soothing. You can taste the faint leftover fizz from the champagne, and the peaches and strawberries mix so well — they’re good. Taehyung grabs his own, closing the freezer and leaning against it as you haul yourself up on one of the tables.

The popsicle is cold and it takes only a few seconds for it to start melting over your hand. You find yourself licking the drip of champagne off your finger and the second you do you meet eyes with him. The change in his eyes is so visible a shiver runs up your spine. Your stomach lurches and you almost choke on a piece of apricot.

“Hey, hey,” he laughs. “Easy there. There’s plenty left over. Jin said that it’s too hot to put them outside so they’re waiting till later.”

You nod, treat between your lips, enjoying every bit of it as he eats his own. The silence that falls for a moment is not uncomfortable but it’s full. Full with the presence of him, and the history between you. Watching his lips move over the popsicle definitely isn’t helping.

Call you biased, but Taehyung might honestly be one of the most handsome men you’ve ever met. His features are so alluring, almost too perfect and you want to trace them.

“You’re so strangely silent.”

You blind at him, lips parted and popsicle by now long finished. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe I’m just weird but, I constantly feel like you’re going to say something and then you don’t. This kitchen is a judgment free zone. You can say whatever you want, do whatever you want.” When he turns away and opens the freezer again you sigh deeply. He grabs another popsicle for you, this one has more berries than peaches and you can’t help but realise that the hues match his hair. Especially when he gets close enough for you to see them side by side.

Your hand brushes his as you take it from him, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he remains close to you, searching your eyes as the popsicle threatens to melt in your hands. From here, you spot the other moles on his face. One below his bottom lip, and another hidden in his lashline. Sitting on the table, his face is level with yours and you almost hold your breath.

“You don’t remember, do you?” he whispers.

The sinking of your heart hits hard, your hand trembling against his as you let out that breath you might’ve been holding. “Sooji told me.”

Out of all things, you do not expect him to laugh as a reaction to that. Yet, he doubles over, chest vibrating with laughter only to look at you with bright eyes. “You were really drunk.”

“What’s that even supposed to mean!” you squeal, pulling the stick from his grip. “You were drunk too!”

He shrugs. “True, but I remember everything. Did you actually black out?”

You puff out your cheeks in displeasure. “It’s not funny!”

“Oh, it’s a little funny. I can’t believe this. I thought you were playing with me, Seokjin told me you were so ashamed you were pretending to not remember. I didn’t think you actually didn’t. Oh my God.” Taehyung wipes a tear from the corner of his eye and you give him a shove with your foot in annoyance.

“Stop! Sooji legit thought I was pretending! I don’t remember, I don’t even know how that’s possible!”

He comes up, grabbing his popsicle from where he’d discarded it on the table beside you. “Well, let’s start over then.” He extends his hand to you. “Kim Taehyung, theatre major.”

You scowl as his hand, chewing a berry in annoyance. “Y/N, fool.”

“God,” he exclaims. “You really are cute.” Taehyung reaches for you again, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “I can’t believe you don’t remember that you cited an entire scene from Hamlet to me back on the balcony at Jin’s place.”

“What?” You suckle on the popsicle as you think. There was more than you just making out?” “I thought that we…you know?”

“I suspected that Sooji would only tell you the nasty details. To be fair I’m not entirely proud of almost fucking you like that. Though, in my defense, were both drunk and I did have condoms.”

“Taehyung!” You push at his chest.

He shakes his head. “Anyway, we didn’t just haphazardly start making out like two horny teenagers. We hit on from the moment we got talking, or at least that’s how I felt. I know you don’t remember but, we spent the entire evening talking outside and I was so enamoured with you that I kissed you. Three tequila shots and some other nasty liquor later and we found ourselves in the bathroom.”

You stare at him, frowning with your mouth half open. On the edge of your memory you can feel him, a faint sense of familiarity. It’s the longing in your chest that you couldn’t place. The weight of his gaze as it fell on you time and time again. It has a purpose, as if your body remembered him but your mind didn’t.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurt out.

Taehyung smiles. “Don’t be sorry, happens to the best of us. I mean, I can’t believe you forgot about me, but no hard feelings. I just hope I can get another chance.”

He is too nice. That he sought you out after a forgotten make-out session in your friends’ bathroom was strange enough. Yet, if it is true that you had such a nice encounter before that, maybe it does make sense. He looks at you with questioning eyes, continuing to much on whatever fruit he last pulled from the popsicle. The pit of your stomach is lifted a little, and when your eyes land on his mouth again you know you want to kiss him. You want to relive him for the first time.

Taehyung reaches for the third batch of popsicles and you find the alcohol simmering in your blood just a little. His gesture is cheeky, as he holds it out of your reach and asks for you to close your eyes. You have other ideas.

It takes a hard tug on the fabric of his shirt to get him standing between your legs, almost nose-to-nose.

“Can I help you?” Taehyung muses. His breath smells of champagne and peaches and you want a taste of it.

“Kiss me,” you breathe. “Kiss me and make sure I won’t forget this time.”

He doesn’t, but he smirks. The narrowing of his eyes is dangerous as they zone in on your slightly parted lips. His are coated red, as must be yours. Slowly, he lifts the popsicle he was holding, tracing is over the seam of your lips and making you gasp. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”

The way your body reacts to the drop of his voice is violent. You shiver, thighs clenching around his as he stands there. Your fingers are still curled into the fabric of his shirt and you swear you feel his heart race. The drawl of his voice is so deep and almost hollow, it settles in your chest and you can’t properly answer.

“I mean,” he starts, leaning in close enough to almost kiss you. The tip of his tongue traces your lips to have the slightest taste of the popsicle flavour. “You are asking to kiss a demon.”

A breath passes from your lips against his and he holds you to closely to him. His hand is hot on your lower back and your fingers tighten around his shoulders in certainty. “Did I stutter?”

His mouth captures yours before you can register it, a hand winding into the hair at the back of your head and pressing you so close there is nothing around you but him. Taehyung tastes like berries and peaches and champagne — divine. He smiles into the kiss, lips smoothing over yours teasingly as your hands slide down his arms. The groan that leaves his mouth is so low it sends little jolts through your body and your legs tighten around his waist.

This is kissing — you think — as Taehyung grazes his teeth over your bottom lip, pulling it lightly. His hands roam, chest brushing over yours as you gasp into his mouth. It’s delirious, addicting — kissing him is a push and pull motion. He guides you and lets you go only to catch you right before the fall and dips deeper.

When his tongue traces the seam of your lips you moan, and he halts at the sound. Your gazes meet, lips parted against each other. Both of you breath heavily in the warmth. The scent of his cologne hangs heavy in the air, something sharp and woody. You swim in it, as he lets out a breathy little sound before he reaches for the popsicle that laid melting on the table. What would he — oh.

He pops it into his mouth, eyes not leaving yours as he bites down hard. When he kisses you again your eyes fall closed on instinct. Taehyung cups the back of your head, tipping you back and parting your lips with his. The sensation of the ice cold piece of fruit passing from his lips to yours makes you moan. You grin, tasting the fruit as his tongue glides along yours. It melts quickly and when you part to swallow, Taehyung stares at you intently.

“More?”

You shake your head and pull him in again. The kiss is toe-curling, passionate — moans spill from both of you within seconds. It’s strange, the sense that you know him, that you’ve felt this before. The feeling of his chest warm against yours, his lips devouring you — you recognise it.

He is hot, firm, and you’re pliable in his grip as he kisses you like it’s all he’s ever wanted. The moans that fall from him come from so deep within his chest it only fuels your quickly growing arousal. “God,” you groan, throwing your head back as you part from him.

Taehyung wastes no time, full lips kissing down your jaw to your ear. “Do you remember me yet?”

“Maybe,” you whisper, holding onto him for dear life. You’re painfully aware of how far your dress has ridden up, and how close he is standing to the juncture between your legs. The only thing stopping you from grinding against him is how far you’re scooted up the table. “Gimme something more to go by.”

The glint in his eyes says it all, framed by thick lashes and slightly flushed cheeks. You yearn for more of him as you slide your hands down his clothed chest. His pants fit snugly around his hips but you manage to slip your fingers into the waistband to pull him closer.

Taehyung kisses you, hands finally slipping down to grip your ass and slide you closer. The breath is knocked out of your lungs as you’re forcefully pulled into him. He chuckles at the little whine you let out when he grinds into you. He’s hard and he’s purposely making you feel him. You lean over backwards, one of his hands holding you up as his mouth busies itself with yours. He absolutely has you spellbound, it’s wicked and you want nothing else but him.

His lips are soft but his sounds are rough. His hands are firm and steady where his tongue is languid. The movement of his hips against yours drives you insane. You can feel the outline of his dick clear as day and it’s nothing to be shy about. He is big.

Every sound you make he swallows, and by the time he’s done kissing you your world is spinning. You’re panting as you stare at him, trembling legs still. Your lipstick is smudged over his lips and his hair is messed up on all sides. Yet, he smiles so wickedly you can ’t help but burst into ecstatic laughter.

“Wow,” you gasp.

He laughs with you, a release of tension. “Yeah, wow.”

You lean back, hand sliding into something sticky and wet. “Wha — oh, ew.” Beside you, there’s a puddle of fruit and molten champagne. It clings to your fingers, stains them red and purple where you squished the berries.

Gently, Taehyung’s fingers circle your wrist and you stare as he lifts your fingers to his mouth.

“Tae—” you start, but you can’t find the rest of your words as he licks a stripe up your palm. He holds your gaze, steady and with a spark of mischief. You watch him wrap his lips around two of your fingers as he’d done with the popsicle earlier, and suck them clean. His tongue is rough against the pads of your fingers and the sensation sends a flood of wetness between your legs. He swirls his tongue between your digits. It’s obscene and all your inhibitions are thrown out the window as you moan at the sight. “Taehyung,” you try again.

He pulls off with a pop. “Time to find a room?”

Sexy, persuasive, witty, an amazing kisser, and a mind-reader? Maybe you should put demon back on the possible lists of explanations for his behaviour because it might be the only solid one. “I—“ you halt as he pulls you off the table, straightening out your ugly dress.

“Moving too fast?”

You shake your head. The fact that you want him stands, you can feel it in the way your underwear clings to you. Truth be told, you can’t think of anything else aside from fucking him right now. There’s nothing to worry about. “Let’s go.”

Taehyung grabs one last popsicle from the freezer before your leave. He haphazardly tries to get his hair back into shape in case anybody sees. You definitely don’t miss the way he adjusts his raging boner through the pocket of his pants. Both of you are covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and the hot air from outside does not aid you.

You find yourself standing by Taehyung at the front desk of the hotel. To others you must look like an absolute mess, even Taehyung still looks roughed up. All you can hope is that nobody from the wedding sees you. Or that nobody notices the wet stain on the side of your dress.

Speaking of, Taehyung hands his popsicle to you, and you pop it into your mouth to ease your nerves as he speaks to the woman behind the desk.

“Listen, the bride has an issue with her dress and she desperately needs to get into the bridal room but she lost her key.” Taehyung rushes his words, making gestures and running his hands through his hair.

She frowns at him. “Sir, we can’t just give you the—“

He points at you. “My girlfriend is not wearing that dress for her own enjoyment. We’re part of the wedding party and we need to get into the brides room!”

Girlfriend? You blush.

“Sir, listen, the br—“

He slaps his hand down on the desk. “Do you want to argue with a newly-wed woman whose dress just got ripped?”

The woman lets out a deep sigh, obviously annoyed with the situation but not ready to argue with Taehyung whose ravished state matches his act. “Fine,” she says, reaching behind her and pulling out the extra keycard. “We do need both keys back tomorrow or we will—“

“Yes, yes,” Taehyung brushes her off. “I know, thank you!”

You stare at him in awe, popsicle half eaten and having melted down your fingers again. He really is an enigma of talents and surprises. Though, you should’ve expected so from a theatre student.

His eyes fall on your hand, and you know what he’s thinking as you lick down your own fingers. You’re thinking about it too.

It takes too long for both of you to reach the suite and get inside. What doesn’t take long is for Taehyung to push you up against the wall and lift your dress enough so he can cup you through your underwear. “Fuck, you have no idea how often I’ve replayed kissing you in my head.” His voice is muffled into your skin as he nibbles at your earlobe. You find yourself grinding down into his palm, warm and unforgiving as he grinds it against you.

You let out a trembling sight, letting him work his palm into your mound, head falling back against the wall. His mouth trails down your neck, licking along your exposed collarbones, all the while he rubs you so close to the edge you almost scream.

“Taehyung,” you whine when he stops.

“I don’t want you to come yet.”

You pout, meeting eyes with him. “But I do.”

A curse falls from his lips as he stares at you twirling the popsicle in your mouth. He fixates, and you feel it — use it. You flatten your tongue, suck it deeper. Pushing it in and out, slowly, and you can almost see his eyes darkening upon the sight. The fingers of his free hand tighten around your hip but you don’t stop. You push deeper, the cold prickles against the back of your throat and his eyes widen when you don’t flinch.

“Fuck,” he growls, fingers snapping up to pull it from your mouth. “That’s enough, I want to fuck you. Now.”

You keen when he lifts you, wrapping both your legs around his waist. He’s still hard and like this you can feel the outline of his dick press against your dripping core. The feeling sends you reeling way past normalcy. You’re already so close to coming and he’s barely touched you. You haven’t even shed a single article of clothing. The idea of feeling him inside —

“Taehyung?” you mumble into his mouth as he sets you down by the bed. “Condoms.”

He stills, cursing as he realises the fault. “Fuck — Fate really isn’t with us.” Taehyung snags the popsicle from you, pursing his lips as he trails the wet tip of it down your neck. “Are you clean?”

You frown at him, fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt. “Yeah, but I’m not on the pill.” The first button slips free, you’re unable to help yourself.

“Okay, good, me too.” He’s hurried by arousal, an undeniable force that you feel too. Maybe it’s the sudden realisation that you’re in the bridal suite and anybody would literally walk in right now and see you. They’d see Taehyung licking the drips of champagne from your neck with your dress ridden up way past your ass. The idea excites you a little more than it should.

That it’s Taehyung out of all people who’s bringing this out in you isn’t surprising. Getting caught has always been something that makes you that little bit extra sensitive. You’re hot, burning, and the way he laps at your chest to clean wherever the popsicle had run doesn’t help.

Your surprised when he sinks down on his knees without a word, taking the zipper of your dress with him. He doesn’t ask for your permission, and he doesn’t need it. The view of him sitting on his knees in front of you is mouth-watering.

The dress falls from your body, breast springing free from their confines. His focus wavers, trailing the popsicle down the centre of your stomach and looking up at you daringly. It takes a small nod for him to slide your underwear down your legs. He kisses your skin, a trail of champagne running down your stomach and threatening to reach your now exposed folds. The drop is caught on his tongue, following it all the way up until he decides he’s had enough and discards the popsicle all together.

“Hold on,” he whispers into your thigh before lightly biting the soft skin. He soothes over the mark, looking up at you briefly.

You grapple for him as he slings one of your legs over his shoulder. There’s no lingering, no anticipation. No, his mouth is on you within seconds and you have to muffle your own screams with your hand.

He dives in as if he’s done this before, replacing the sweetness of the frozen treat with the hot taste of your juices. He licks up your folds, quickly finding your clit and zoning in on it so hard you teeter on the edge immediately.

“Tae.” His name comes from your mouth in a pathetic whine, and you can feel him smirk against you. Taehyung’s tongue is certainly twice as devilish as his lips. He flicks at your nub, circles it until your legs are shaking and you’re held up by him. He keeps going, but stops you right before the fall.

Then, he kisses your skin again, another small nip at your inner thigh to catch your attention. He tenderly kisses your pubic bone, a brief pause as he comes up for air. His hand slides between your legs, locking eyes with you as he starts to glide his fingers between your folds. It’s teasing, keeping you so close to your orgasm you’re sure you might go insane.

“Please,” you beg. “If you make me come I swear to God I will suck you off until you see stars.”

He nips at your thigh again, a third mark added as you squeal. “Are you that impatient?”

You whine. A needy little sound as you pull at the pink strands of his hair. He doesn’t listen to you, just keeps circling your entrance over and over again. You must be dripping down his fingers by now, you’re clenching and entirely certain you’re about to come from just the slightest of touches. He circles and circles and when you’re certain you feel your orgasm start to slip away from you, he plunges two fingers inside of your dripping core.

You cry out, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes at sheer pleasure. He shows you no mercy.

Your moans don’t stop falling. It’s no avail trying to hold them in. One of your hands is tangled in his hair as leverage, and the other is a fist between your teeth. He fingers you so quickly you see stars. The pit in your stomach builds, the squelching sounds from between your thighs only adding to it.

“Look at me,” Taehyung growls, a menacing sound.

You gaze down, watery eyes and flushed cheeks, your impending orgasm the only thing on your mind. He flattens his tongue against you without flinching, letting you rock down into his mouth and onto his fingers. The way he looks at you — darkly and so boldly — is enough to make you —

He stops all his movements, fingers stilling and tongue withdrawing as he grasps your hip and shoves you against the wall. You whine, clenching down hard on his digits. The edge of your peak sits there, you hover and you can’t feel anything but the ridges of his fingers against your walls. You tremble. He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t need to — to your own surprise you come.

Your thighs quiver as you let out a soft moan as it washes over you. The feeling is foreign, orgasm so unsatisfying but so good in a more way. It falls quickly, ebbing away and leaving you panting in his hold.

He stares up at you, waits for an answer as you try to grasp what just happened. All you know is that you want to come again. You came, and you barely felt it — it’s indescribable.

“Fuck,” you whisper, the only word you can form.

Taehyung kisses your thigh, tongue laving over the marks he left. Finally, he withdraws his fingers and the feeling sends a throb through your core. He sucks his fingers clean as he stands up carefully. “How’s that?”

You push at his shoulder and he chuckles. “Least you could’ve done is let me come properly.”

“Oh.” He brushes your sweaty hair away, cupping your cheeks and kissing you. The taste of yourself on his tongue isn’t unwelcome. “You said, make me come and you’ll suck me off.”

The roll of your eyes is half-hearted, matched by your fingers making quick work of his buttons while his mouth busies yours. His skin is smooth and sticky with sweat. It’s so nice to finally get to touch him. You pinch his nipple, and he moans weakly upon the touch. Something you’re going to save for another time.

You kiss down his tan chest, leaving his shirt hanging halfway off his arms as he watches you intently. The idea of a blindfold pops into your head. Would you buckle as easily if he wore one?

Another time. Right now, you busy yourself with undoing his belt as you scrape your teeth over his stomach. You’re so keen on tasting him that you don’t even pull his pants down. The sight of him straining against his underwear makes you pause, he really is big.

The way he hisses when you slip your fingers past the fabric of his boxers hint at how much he’s been holding back for you. “God, I want to feel your mouth.” He curses as you stroke him lightly.

That, you can do. Your tongue laves over his tip and pulls a sound from him that so near a growl you shiver. With your hand wrapped around his cock you steady yourself at his hip. He braces himself against the wall, one hand gently winding into your hair.

“Fuck, just—“ He falters when you take him inside your mouth. “Yeah,” he sighs.

Like him, you don’t waste any time. You flatten your tongue, sucking on the tip as you slowly slide him deeper. It’s a feat, but by his moans he doesn’t seem to mind that you can’t take him all the way. After a few slow bobs up and down he hits the back of your throat — you moan when he grips your hair harder.

The ache in your jaw is delicious, and the vibrations of your moans cause him to twitch on your tongue. You hold him there, steady breaths in and out your nose as you tap his hand. He grunts, eyes falling open and meeting yours.

They almost roll out of his head as he sees you. There you sit, on your knees with his cock in your mouth, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

The way he pauses makes you pull off slowly — making him feel the slide of your tongue as you suck harshly. “Go on,” you whispers, voice hoarse as you kiss his tip. The taste of his precum collecting on your tastebuds is salty. “Not too fast.”

He nods eagerly, grabbing your hair and sliding himself back into your awaiting mouth. The lack of breath is so worth it once he starts shallowly thrusting. He does go slow, holding himself back for your sake. The way he moans, how he doubles over as he fucking himself in and out of your wet mouth. You find yourself closing your eyes, letting him use you. Your own fingers slip between your bare legs to touch yourself.

Taehyung stutters when he hits the back of your throat and you gag a little. You hum into him, sucking in your cheeks to tell him not to stop.

That’s when you hear voices outside. Taehyung pulls out immediately at the sound, looking at you with slight panic in his eyes. You’re about to get caught — you’re actually about to get caught sucking off a guy in your friend’s bridal suite.

“Up,” Taehyung says, voice absolutely wrecked from moaning. “Come on.” He grabs your arm half lifting you and half pulling you.

You stand on trembling legs, listening to the sound of the door knob jiggling. “Did you lock it?”

“Fuck, I didn’t.”

“Uh…”

“Grab your clothes,” he ushers, sprinting over to the closet with his dick still out. “Here.”

You rush, finding yourself pressed against him in the dark as the sounds of your friends’ voices reach your ears. It’s not Sooji, but a few of the other bridesmaids probably looking to refresh themselves in this heat.

Speaking of, Taehyung’s breath is hot as it fans against your face, both of you sweating profusely. The way you can feel his cock pressing against your hipbone does nothing to ease the lingering ache between your own legs.

“Tae—“ His hand flies over your mouth, shushing you as the girls move through the room beside you.

You want to listen to what they’re saying, but your ears are rushing with excitement. What comes over you, you don’t know, but you find yourself trailing a hand down his chest. He doesn’t protest, all he does is let out a heavy sigh when your fingers wrap around his shaft.

He’s still wet with spit and precum and you stroke him experimentally. From what you gathered when you sucked him off a few seconds ago, he likes it tight. As you twist a little his head falls onto your shoulder with the tiniest of sounds. He’s holding himself back, you feel it in the stutter of his hips as you keep gliding up and down his member.

You slide a fingers over the tip, dipping into the slit. His teeth sink into your shoulder, biting to stifle his own moan. Sharp pain pricks shoot through your shoulder and you hiss at the feeling — it’s so good.

Your objective is getting him off, uncertain of whether he’s as turned on by the possibility of getting caught as you are. He does seem more on edge, breathing heavily through his nose as you focus on twisting your hand just under the crown of his cock.

What you don’t expect is for him to part your legs and slide his fingers back to your cunt. “Is this okay?” he whispers softly, tracing a circle around your clit.

Hips bucking into his touch, you nod, letting out a quiet yes as you pause your movements on him. You can’t see whether he grins but you swear you can feel it as he starts drawing figure eights between your legs.

His movements are practiced, and it takes you a little to catch up to his rhythm. Falling into tandem, he rubs you while you stroke him. Almost silent, you’re muffled by the darkness and the closed doors. The voices of the people outside are apparent and loud enough to signal that they don’t hear you — the threat is so exciting. The hairs on your arm stand up, and Taehyung shivers.

Your eyes are closed even in the dark, focused on the feeling of his fingers between your legs and his dick in your hand. It’s wet, all of it, and the slick sounds are definitely amplified by the emptiness. Taehyung’s mouth remains on your shoulder, sucking, biting — that bruise is going to last. He lavishes over it with his tongue, fingers not ceasing their movements for even a second. Both your hands are moving on their own, minds blissed out.

His grunts become deeper, hips losing their rhythm and you know he’s close. He must be with how fast your stroking him. It matches the pace at which he abuses your clit. It’s delirious, senses heightened by the little pricks of fear in the back of your mind.

You strain your neck, trying to keep in your voice as he increases the pressure. His fingers slip around your mound so easily, you can feel your arousal start to drip down your thighs. He notices the strain in your silenced moans, hand coming up to cover your mouth again.

You’re back on the edge so quickly you don’t even feel it coming. You come so hard you find yourself biting down onto two of his fingers. It shatters through you, throat straining to stay as quiet as you can.

Taehyung comes with you, groaning into the crook of your neck as his dick twitches in your grasp. You feel his cum splatter on your stomach, hot and sticky. Both of you tremble in each other’s hold as you come down.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

He holds you, arms coming up around your waist in a very slippery embrace that you sigh into. You’re totally smearing his cum over his stomach and probably his shirt — he opts for sucking his fingers clean.

Taehyung has ruined you. He has utterly and totally ruined you. You came, twice, with people on the other side of the door no less. And it was hot. And you might want to do it again.

You hold in the laughter that bubbles up and you feel him smile once he kisses you. He tastes of you still and you’re certain he can also taste himself on your tongue as he seeks it out. His hands have slowed, tender as he soother over your naked body. It’s contrasting, goosebumps erupting all over your skin.

The door clicks, you’re alone again.

“Good lord,” you exclaim.

He throws open the door, shrouding the both of you in the bright light. You were right, his cum is smeared over your skin, and your dress lays crumpled on the closet floor.

“You might want to put on something else,” he chuckles, running a hand through his absolutely ruined hair. It’s soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands.

You sigh, slipping into the bathroom to clean yourself off and cover yourself. “Did we just…?”

“We totally did,” he grins, shirt off and standing by the open window. It’s the first chance you get to properly admire him. He’s tan, lightly toned, and his shoulders are broader than you thought. “And I hope you enjoyed it because I definitely want to do that again. And,” he walks over to you as you’re midway into pulling your underwear back on. “I still want to fuck you,” he growls as he kisses you.

You blush, suddenly uncertain. “I — not the closet thing.”

“Okay, maybe not the closet thing but fuck, I’d give a lot to come in that pretty mouth of yours.”

His words sound so casual but they’re not. You’re not entirely sure how to react to him.

“Too much?” he asks.

You shake your head. “I’m just…a little out of it.”

He nods, giving you a knowing smirk as you find your bag with your dress. “Understandable, I’m sorry if I—“

“No!” You stop yourself at the sound of your own voice. “No, Taehyung please. That was literally the hottest thing I’ve ever done and I definitely am up for doing it again. It’s just that you made me come twice, once ruined and once in a closet nonetheless. I’m also still semi-naked and am going to have to explain that I changed dresses.” You’re stressing out.

Taehyung chuckles, a sound that is already growing on you. “Well,” he says, twirling you when you’ve got your white dress on. You find yourself chest to chest, him kissing you a few times, just softly. “The story goes that I spilled wine on your dress and you had nothing else to change into but this. Oh, and you spilled your drink on my shirt too, so I’m going to phone Jimin to come help me out.”

Your eyes widen at the mention of his friends name. “You’re not going to tell him are you?!”

“What do you take me for?”

“You lied pretty convincingly to the lady at the front desk!”

“Oh stop,” he says, kissing you again. His lips are swollen, as are yours, but they’re soft and you keen into the gesture. “I don’t lie to the girl I like.”

He…what? He can't be serious right? You scoff, pulling away from his grasp and fishing a pin out of your bag to put up your messy hair. “The girl you like, sure Kim Taehyung. Do you fuck all girls you like in a closet?”

He scowls at you as you walk to the door. “I most definitely do not.”

“Well then, how does my makeup look?” you ask as you wipe under your eyes. Not that you had much makeup left to begin with.

Taehyung gives you a look, one that speaks volumes in a language you can’t discern. It’s not like before, it’s changed. There’s a small smile playing on his lips as he observes you — almost fondly. You must be imagining it. “You’re makeup looks fine.”

You smile. “Thanks, I’ll see you around.”

When you close the door behind you, you lean against it, thoughts falling over you. What you just did was so wrong but so good and the thought of doing it again is enough to excite you. Yet, you can’t just let yourself fall for Taehyung while you barely know him. Yes, you might click but what relationship is going to come of this now that you did that. Even if you’d want to — do you?

You ponder over it as you walk back down the stairs to where the party has started to come to an end.

The chime of your phone stops you mid-flight.

Unknown: You. Me. A week from Saturday. 7pm. Dinner. I’ll pick you up x Tae [18:43]

Your heart flutters as you see the sign off of his name at the end. Maybe he is serious about this. You realise that you can’t let him slip between your fingers. Technically, you already did once.

He isn’t like others guys, you shouldn’t treat him as such. Taehyung is mysterious and sweet, but also has an air of — maybe not danger but he's alluring. It asks for you to give him a chance.

But maybe, not too easily.

You: Okay, but you’re paying [18:45]

You: Wait, how did you get my number? [18:47]

Taehyung: Demonic powers ;) [18:48]

Taehyung: Wear that dress next week [18:48]

Special thanks to: @jeonkookd @lapysllazuly @btsaudge @bubypjm @sunshineangelhobi

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ladyartemesia · 4 years

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Fic recs for taehyung? I love your stuff btw I’ve read them all uwu

As a beacon of extra-ness in an already extra world, I am entirely incapable of just recommending fics like a normal blog. No. I’ve got to wax on like a bloomin connoisseur. I have compiled some (but not all) of my favorite works in several different categories and sorted them accordingly. This crazy list is so long I had to add a “keep reading”... but I simply couldn’t bear to leave any of these off the list. They are all so good!

Fics have been divided into 8 categories. Some are under the cut.

▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨ ▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨ ▨ FANTASY ▨ ▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨ ▨ HYBRID and ABO (alpha/omega) ▨ ▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨ ▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨ ▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex) ▨ ▨

▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨

Insomnia by @hobiwonder

This is one of those fics I read and literally could not stop thinking about. It is wildly hot and honestly hilarious. Poor reader cannot sleep and the beautiful bro she’s tutoring offers a rather unconventional solution.

(Ego) Hoe Chronicles: KTH by @suga-kookiemonster

Listen. If you find a niche fan blog devoted entirely to Ego Tae... I’m not gonna say it’s mine. But it’s probably mine. I once told suga-kookiemonster that I would literally read a story about Ego Tae going grocery shopping on a Wednesday night and I stand by that. In this lurid romp, the reader falls into the clutches of everyone’s favorite bohemian sex lord and he rails her into another dimension.

Falling, Falling, Gone by @johobi

Pining (mutual or otherwise) is not really my thing, but I would straight up read Jo’s laundry list if she posted it. As usual I was blown away by how everything she does seems somehow better than any other version of it. This reader is really unique as well, and her relationship with the wildly popular soccer star Tae comes to a sexy and hilarious head at a sort of bachelor auction. With sharp dialogue, delightful subtext, and fantastic side characters, you really shouldn’t miss it. It’s pretty much perfect.

A Friendly Favor by @baeseoul

This is the classic “teach me some sex for another woman” trope and it is done so well. Sweet best friend Tae is looking to benefit from your experience, but his is not the only world about to be thouroughly rocked.

Officer Kim and the Criminal Crush by @ddaengyoonmin

This is one of the best twists on childhood friends to lovers I have ever seen. Tae grows up to become a cop and reader grows up to be a societal menace. I won’t spoil it, but it’s the perfect blend of nostalgia, tenderness, and smut. This fic technically doesn’t have a name so I had to give it one to link it. It’s part of an AMAZING series Zoe did that I also highly recommend.

Out of the Blue by @jimlingss

This is one of those stories that blooms throughout the narrative until you are left with this gorgeous flower at the end. I loved the journey of these two characters. It was real and it perfectly captures the experience of finding your soulmate in the person you least expect.

Sin Pijama by @brilliantlybasicb

This fic is a switch culture fic. It is wild wicked hot and this Tae is unreal. I love the way he lets the reader think she is in control just long enough. It is a wild romp with an adorable sequel and honestly you should read it.

Girls Like You by @jjiminah

I was in jjiminah’s asks IMMEDIATELY about this fic because I had FEELINGS. The reader begins wordlessly teasing and tempting Tae on their morning bus ride every day until he is literally losing his mind. Everything that follows is fire. Jjiminah has hinted she will wrote more for these two and I NEED IT.

Sighs and Sonnets by @btsaudge

This fic is beautiful. Like it’s basically art. This is a bad boy who is bad for you. But he has the soul of a poet and the stroke game of a renaissance master. Bittersweet and seductive, this fic is a full experience.

The Text by @taetaesbaebaepsae

Tae is your friend with benefits but it looks like feeling may have been caught by one or more parties. When you attempt to soothe your aching heart with another pretty boy, Tae decides to stake his claim. This was very sexy. The whole fic was sexy.

▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨

Monster by @neonlights92

Monster and all of its companion series about each of the boys is one of those fics that I reread constantly and also just think about constantly. This is one of the best mafia AUs out there and it’s characters are vivid and unforgettable. Tae’s stubborn resistance to his lovely new wife in contrast with her quiet, clever strength really brings this story to life. A word of warning. The masterlist links are a bit messed up. To read part two you must click on part three. And to read part three must click on part four. The link to part four is at the bottom of part three (or you can just search it on her site. It is definitely all there though).

Dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash

There is a reason the incomparable Shanna is on this list three times. She is truly incomparable. This is childhood friends-to enemies-to spouses and it is wonderful. I adore this Tae. He is sharp and vulnerable and occasionally heavy handed, but truly a gem. This fic also features one of the best angry sex scenes I’ve ever run my eyeballs across.

▨ FANTASY ▨

Chism by @kpopfanfictrash

The world-building in this story is genuinely awe inspiring. You could write series upon series within this vivid universe. The god of Winter is missing and Summer’s heat burns unchecked for many years. The reader is a warrior with a unique ability tasked with guarding a very interesting prisoner. This story is so good. I mean it is really bloomin incredible. It’s hard to say what I liked best about it, because it was stellar across the board.

Obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash

In the pantheon of delicious Tae incarnations, Obsidian Taehyung is essentially unrivaled as a grey witch who moonlights as a sexy rock star. His extremely erotic clash with a white witch detective plays out as the two of them track down a sinister killer (with the help of some truly memorable side characters).

Out of this World by @ddaengyoonmin

This one is really unique. Tae is a merman scientist on the water planet of Neptune and when the reader and her misguided crew crash into his sea, he takes it upon himself to improve inter-species relations. This fic features excellent world building alongside several twists and surprises. Clever scientist Tae is downright irresistible.

▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨

Picking Flowers by @jamaisjoons

So this story is a journey - truly a beautiful one and it’s a gorgeous addition to the hanahaki genre. There is real pain and I cried real tears, but gosh it was so sexy and so worth it. I was surprised by how truly immersed I ended up in this piece. I lost track of everything else. The end is insanely satisfying, but the journey is really what makes this fic unmissable.

Until Yesterday by @jimlingss

This fic destroyed me slowly then slowly put me together again piece by piece. When I say I went through it - I WENT THROUGH IT. The story is loosely based on the movie “The Vow” and it is just fantastic. Beautiful and tender till the last word.

The Foolish Muse by @bibbykins

This is the story of someone who is deeply in love, but knows they deserve better. It is a sexy and evocative work with allusions to mythology that fit seamlessly into the narrative. I think my favorite part is Tae discovering how much the reader meant to him and what choices ultimately lead them to a really delicious conclusion.

Back to You by @ladyartemesia

The last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake again. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Kim Taehyung is the love of your life, until one day he disappears without a trace.

Vacancy by @ppersonna

This one is the only idol AU on the list and I normally don’t read those, but Lindy’s work is too good to miss in any setting. I am thrilled I took a look because what I found was a glimpse into a beautiful relationship that weathers and eventually overcomes the challenges of loving in the limelight. There is a LOT of emotional depth and symbolism which really elevates everything about this lovely story. The reader’s internal struggles in the face of her lover’s fame are extremely well done.

▨ HYBRID and ABO ▨ (alpha/omega)

Eye of the Tiger by @opaljm

I am beyond hype about this story which is (very) loosely inspired by Zootopia and features a cocky tiger Taehyung and a fiesty prey hybrid he needs to fake date in order to keep panther Jimin from murdering him. (Tiger Tae got a tad too frisky around Jimin’s mate and now things are dangerously awkward.) This story is already so freakin good. I cannot wait for the rest.

Silver and Blue by @taetaewonderland

What happens when you get on the wrong side of the right werewolf? Very sexy - very crazy times. Chronologically this is the first of the Silver and Blue series which follows barely civilized were-Tae through his courtship and eventually his relationship with the spunky reader. Holla to all my impreg kink homies. This is the fic for you.

Heat Run by @ladyartemesia

As I said before, the last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake twice. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Alpha lawyer V is a man of many secrets, but his well ordered reality spirals wildly out of control when he crosses paths with a fiery omega set on saving the world from his wicked ways.

Beautiful Stranger by @interludemoonchild

This was a wild ride from start to finish. Taehyung is a tiger hybrid shifter who escapes from the circus to be close to a veterinary student he bonded with. There is a lot of interesting twists and surprises in this one. I was definitely screaming at the end.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by @jingabitch

A very young wolf hybrid Taehyung adopts you as his pet human when you are just a kid. After Tae leaves to serve in the military he returns to an adult version of his sweet little princess and chaos ensues. Mind the tags for this one folks. It’s excellent, but there are very triggering themes throughout.

▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨

Level of Restraint by @lemonjoonah

This is not strictly a Tae fic in that he is only one of three major players in this twisted masterpiece. Lemon is the undisputed queen of the surprise twist and this one is truly brilliant. People dropped this fic in the discord calling it the best fan fiction they had ever read and I am not here to argue with them at all. Fair warning, every word - every inch of this fic is sexy and it’s delicious brand of titillation is wrapped around your psyche good and tight by the end.

Four by @luxekook

The quadruplets next door are fueling your very lurid fantasies. It turns out they have some fantasies of their own... You will need water if you read this fic. This is the original patented Kim Taehyung Horny Hive Mind 4D Experience™

▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨

The Heat Wave Series by @curly-bangtan

The original story (chapter 1) in this series is definitely famous, but I don’t know how many people have read all 9 chapters and if you haven’t, you are really missing the incredible journey of two very horny idiots stumbling recklessly towards real and amazing love. Everything is set off when the air conditioner breaks and a pair of wild roommates shed their inhibitions along with their clothes.

Flicker by @chimoona

So this fic started out with adorable neighbor dynamics and ended with erotic rope tying. Baby I was ABOUT IT. This was so bloomin hot and also like sweet and tender. Really a sexy and sentimental treasure.

Not Your Typical Flower Shop Story by @jungtaeyoongles

This story goes from “aww” to “WHAT THE-” real quick. Fast paced plot and twist after twist turn the whole flower shop au upside down and then inside out. I can’t say more because spoilers but like - WOW.

▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC ▨ (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex)

Extracurricular by @ppersonna

One of my favorite professor-student AUs. The reader writes her gorgeous professor a borderline erotic analysis of several major works of art and he feels compelled to discuss it with her privately. Lindy really outdid herself on this one. It is scorchin. Professor Tae is actually really sweet and somehow that just makes the whole thing hotter.

Akrasia by @nitaescence

This is insanely hot. Emphasis on the insane because it’s basically a super erotic romp where you have sex with a man you don’t know (Taehyung) on a crowded public bus. I literally felt my blood pressure going up the longer I read. Whew.

The Client by @jungkookiebus

This one hit me right in the feels. Taehyung is a sweet and lonely man who has a standing Wednesday appointment with an upscale sex worker. As the story progresses, feelings become involved on both sides. When I say I am checking her page thrice daily for part three... This is so engrossing. And this Tae. I just want to hold him.

Daffodil Dreams by @sombreboy

Tread carefully ladies and gents. This story is excellent, but it is easily the darkest fic on the list and, if you choose to read it, please read the trigger warnings carefully. The reader is a psychologist called in to analyze a very dangerous criminal. As their sessions progress, however, several boundaries are crossed.

Obey by @jjkfire

Taehyung is the most feared and ruthless member of the local mafia and you are the world’s most inept escort. You needed a job, but had no real interest in sex work and you’ve managed to fly under the radar as a glorified waitress until Kim Taehyung himself walks into your agency and decides that you’re the only girl he wants. Oh my gosh I loved this story so much. It was downright amazing and there is a surprise at the end that makes everything even sweeter.

#kim taehyung #bts #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehung fanfiction #viola recommends #fic recs #I CANNOT BELIEVE TUMBLR FORMATTED MY POST SO MY BANNER IS HIDDEN I WANT TO LITERALLY CRY #TUMBLR we are FIGHTING oh my gosh

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procrastination-queenie · 4 years

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BTS Princes!au

Note: 1)This is a modern Royal family! au headcanon. (I never saw any fic with the BTS members as brothers of a royal family, so why not post about the concept. 🤷🏽‍♀️)

2)All the members of BTS are brothers.

3) Yoongi and Hoseok are twins, and Jimin and Taehyung are twins, too.

4)This takes place in the present time.

5) I will make a separate headcanon for each member (how they meet their significant others and the weddings details)later, also might turn it into a series if it gets good response.💜

6) last but not least, none of the photos included are mine, only the edits are made by me.

First things first

Maknae line are so hard to tame, I am telling you.

Yet, the queen loves to pamper them because they're her babies.🥺

Hyung line are so formal and collected, unlike the maknae line.

They are always carrying out royal duties.

They are so concerned for their subjects.

Hate the idea of leading a lavish and luxurious lifestyle while there are people out there who are suffering.

Therefore, you find each prince supporting different causes.

Jin would be supporting organisations that help single mothers.👩‍👧‍👦

Yoongi and Hoseok would focus on mental health.🧠🗣️

Namjoon definitely supporting education.🎓🏫📕

Taehyung promoting environmental causes.♻️

Jimin would probably be interested in organizations that focuses on the issue of plastic pollution.🏭

Jungkook supporting anything related to physical health maybe doing something like The invictus games as Prince Harry did.💪🏼♿

But the nation has never been on edge like this since ages, everyone can't wait to see each Prince's choice of their future spouses.

Plus don't get me started on the idea of 7 different themed, royal weddings .... OMG!!!👀💃🏽

It got to the point that whenever any of them is seen with any woman then it's instantly assumed that she'd become a future Princess. 👸🏻👸🏼👸🏽👸🏾👸🏿

The king's advisors would suggest that he talks to the boys upon the matter since they're becoming of age and should start families of their own.

But he won't force them to do anything tho.

Like he'd discuss it with their mother while they're all out doing a traditional royal activity or something.

The Queen getting excited over the idea but won't pressure her boys just like their father.

The boys won't focus on that matter, they want to focus on helping the people more.

But that doesn't mean that they haven't thought before about meeting their significant others.😉

Especially when their parents, the king and queen, set a great example for love stories.

But they find it hard specially with all the attention being on them which is not giving them the space to focus on their love life.

During one of the rare interviews that the Palace allows them to do, the 7 Princes agreed that they won't mind marrying a foreign girl.

The King and Queen wouldn't mind, too. The most important thing is that their sons are happy.

Each one would meet the love of his life unexpectedly.

Surprisingly, first one to be in a relationship is Jin.

I know everyone said it would be Jungkook, but the poor boy can not imagine to put his future Princess under the spotlight with his lifestyle, so he preferred to wait and see how it would go with his hyungs.

Plus he didn't want to be the first one to settle because the intensified attention on him that will get worst as he's the golden maknae.

The last one to likely get married or settle down is probably Yoongi.

Everyone knew it really, especially the Queen.

When Yoongi was a smol baby,👶🏻 she realised that he cherished spending time by himself.

Don't get me wrong tho, Yoongi was a sweet baby.🖤

He got along so well with Hoseok and Jin.

He even loved playing the part of the big brother when the world welcomed baby Namjoon.

He would hug his siblings if anyone of them was crying and needed comforting.

She could remember that one time Jungkook was crying his heart out because Jimin snatched his favourite toy, and Yoongi would immediately comfort Jungkook and share his favourite blanket with him, but not before reprimanding baby Jimin and making him apologize to his little brother.

Such a sweet baby 🥺💜.

But again...

It's just that the Queen noticed that her second son was not really into being a sociable person like his brothers.

He can definitely be sociable, it's just he prefers not to be.

And because of that, she knew that her Yoongi won't settle with just anyone, and that it would take time.

The king is such a proud father because all of his 7 sons are hard working and passionate about their duties.

Jin and Namjoon are definitely the ones who lead most of the important royal events.

Jin is mature and knows how to handle himself with the public and the press.

Something that the maknae line still has to learn and perfect, that's their father's opinion.

while Namjoon is really well read in politics as it was his major.

So Jin and Namjoon definitely make a good duo when it comes to the political affairs of the country.

Hoseok,Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook are most likely the ones to be on the first page of the newspapers almost everyday.

As I said the citizens would be very interested in the life of their future rulers.

Therefore, the boys are always under a microscope.

Especially those 4 because they're bold and reckless, but like not in a bad way.

With the world evolving around them, many people do realize the fact that the concept of a monarchy is old news.

And that's why these 4 are working so hard to evolve their monarchy and keep up with the changes taking place.

Therefore, they manage to surprise their subjects by their open minds and their updated thoughts upon almost every matter.

That's why you can find them all over the global news every now and then more than the other monarchies.

The boys would all probably travel abroad to complete their education, then come back to enlist in the army.

Jin enlisting first of course as he's the oldest and finishing before them.

Then Yoongi and Hoseok complete theirs.

Followed by Namjoon

Then Jimin and Taehyung

Finally, ending with Jungkook.

And let me tell you something...

The Queen cried the hardest during Jungkook's ceremony.

I mean she did cry during the other ceremonies of her sons, too.

But Kookie's was the hardest.

Because that's her last baby🥺.

Plus you know how mothers always pamper their last child. ALWAYS.

It's so unfair.

The boys sometimes think that Jungkook is her favourite, but that's not true.

She loves them all equally.

"It just hits differently when you're letting your youngest baby off to face the world because he/she is all grown up now."

That's what she always says.

Now let's move on to the important stuff ...

The Queen has an important event at which she will be bored to death?

Don't worry😊.

Leave it to her youngest twins and Jungkook to accompany her.😈

They always know how to make their mother laugh when things get way too boring.

Of course they would all show up with all their glory 😉.

The Queen is so proud of her babies.

Like who wouldn't be proud of having 7 perfect handsome boys who are well mannered and such gentlemen.

They are so smart and are always up to learn more.

Here's how they turn her boring night into an eventful one:

Make her laugh over their silly attitude towards eachother.

You know like, Jungkook teasing Jimin for being short.

Or Taehyung squishing Jungkook's chubby cheeks.

Never fail in making their mother laugh.

But now moving onto the serious part.

Once the event starts.

They become focused.

Start firing questions. (Politely of course).

Want to know more about the matter discussed at hand.

Will intimidate the host by the amount of questions being asked.

Which leads other hosts to remind themselves to be prepared beforehand in case the 3 Princes decide to show up ... No one wants to be embarrassed in front of the royal family and the public and be accused of not knowing a certain detail about the matter they're responsible of.

The Queen would have a big proud grin on her face.

Proud of her babies for being so invested in the matters of their country.🤗

Now moving onto the older twins: 😉.

You know, everyone told the Queen that having twins would be a really unique experience.

And it was true.

She swears having her first twins was the funniest thing in her life.

She was astonished to find her babies becoming the total opposite of eachother.

Like, to her Yoongi's character is the moon 🌒 while Hoseok's the sun 🌞, and the cutest thing about it is that they complete eachother.

How cute is that. 🥺😍

As we said Yoongi is calm and prefers to spend time by himself and that wasn't any different when he was an infant.

But,Hoseok was and still is the total opposite.

Even tho they were similar when they were born.

But you would definitely know how to differentiate between them.

Baby Yoongi is calm while baby Hoseok is bubbly and energetic.

You'd probably find Hoseok fussing in the middle of the night, but YOONGI !!! 😂

Baby Yoongi appreciated his sleep over anything else. 😂😂😂

The Queen would remember toddler Yoongi falling asleep in weird places at weird times.

Like how he fell asleep under the dinning table during a royal family gathering in Christmas. 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

While Hoseok would cause many maids to hand in their resignation to the head staff of the palace due to his over energetic bubbly self.🤣

Definitely was the devil himself.

Pranking the staff and pushing them to their limits.😂

She would remember that one time when they were on a vacation and they were introducing the twins to the concept of a swimming pool....

Hoseok was ecstatic, he felt like he was on top of the world and kept splashing water at his mum by slamming his chubby little hands in the water. 😂

While Yoongi kept looking around like a grumpy cat then falling asleep in his father's arms with his chubby cheeks squished on his dad's bare shoulder.

Pouty lips slightly agape.

With drool falling from his cute little lips 🤤.

The Queen was laughing so hard that day at her husband who was trying to get any reaction from Yoongi but failed miserably. 😂

Getting out of the pool and putting the twins in their push chairs for a nap.

Yoongi grumping in his sleep because the sun was too much for him which led to him waking up feeling grumpier than ever.

Hoseok was too busy consumed in his curiosity by looking down from his high chair wondering why he is being restricted in it now when he was far away from being sleepy.

Now fast forward a few years later, and the twins were still the same in their mother's eyes.

Sometimes, she would look over at them and wonder if her grandchildren would look anything like their fathers and inherit their weirdly cute personalities, or maybe they would grow up to take after their mothers whom she still has no idea who they are or when would her boys meet them.

I mean let's face it, all mums get super excited when thinking about grandchildren.

The Queen actually caught herself imaging how her grandchildren will look like after the boys decide to settle down and start their own families.

Almost had a mini heart attack at the thought of the palace being invaded by her grandchildren.😂

That is if her sons decide to have as many children as she and her husband did.

Would secretly wish for girls because obviously she didn't have the experience of raising a girl.💜

Which will lead her to think of all the royal jewelleries that she will be giving to them.

But would push away the whole thought as she didn't want to pressure the boys.🥺

Now moving onto Namjoon:

Boy was the king and queen amazed when they discovered his love for reading at an early age.

Like he would spend so much time in the library of the palace, and afterwards would go to bed immediately.

The king promised not to tell anyone this except for Namjoon's future wife.

But one night when he was on his way to his room ...

He found Namjoon sneaking late at night out of his room and into the library in his cute baby blue onsies. 💙🥺

His father won't admit it, but he thought it was one of the cutest things ever.

Just like, how he found his oldest twins the total opposite of eachother. 😍

The king as a father was very involved in his sons' lives.

They made him so excited.

Like everyday they would teach him something new, and as a father he was and still is looking forward to know more about them.

How they think, react, and what do they like and dislike.

Raising them was such an adventure to him.

He remembers when they were first expecting Jin.

Everyone told him that having a son is like having a partner in crime.

And God blessed him with 7.

Too many partners in crime for the poor Queen's heart.😂

Well concerning Jin:

The king and queen remember how he was the second quietest baby after Yoongi.

Sometimes the Queen thinks that Jin is too mature for his age.

A perfectionist since childhood.

She could remember when he would throw little tantrums when things didn't go his own way.😂

As the eldest, he is doing a great job of looking out for his brothers.

She of course understands the way Jin is as he's the crown prince.

But still she can't help but worry that he takes the position too seriously that it can wear him out.

She just wants him to enjoy his life a little bit like his younger brothers.

When accompanied by one of the maknae line to carry out a royal duty, you can see him quietly reprimanding them (yet gently) to behave in front of the public and the paparazzi.

This one time the camera caught him giving Jungkook the look because he was fussing around.

Poor Kookie looking at the ground like a reprimanded little child muttering a "sorry hyung." 😂😂😂

Jin has this faint sided smile.

He loves his brothers,truly.

Can't help having a cute little smile whenever one of them would apologize for acting unprofessionally, he just loves to mess with them.

And they know it.

But they respect him so much that they won't argue about it. 💜

Now Jimin and Taehyung are a different story:

THESE KIDS ARE A MESS

I am telling you. 🙂

DO. NOT. LEAVE. THEM. TOGETHER. FOR. TOO. LONG. ⚠️

They will bring chaos upon the place.

Even though they are not identical twins.

But unlike Yoongi and Hoseok, they have a lot in common.

Would wear matching outfits when doing a royal duty.😊💜

The boys remember when Hosoek once suggested doing the same thing with Yoongi...

But he scoffed at him. 😂

Anyways.

Even though they are trouble, but that doesn't mean that they're unaware of their positions as princes.

Therefore they won't really do something reckless. But still they're crazy.

Insepararble.

If one leaves the other to carry out a certain royal duty without his twin.... They immediately feel uncomfortable.

You can definitely feel it that they're close brothers.

But again they're twins so you can't really blame them.

definitely helped Hoseok with his pranks on the staff of the place when they were kids.😂🤭

As for Jungkook, well...:

Last child, so definitely pampered all the time.

VERY CURIOUS.

you know how children are curious by nature, well.... He is extra curious.

Definitely the most athletic among his brothers.

Very competitive.

Don't ask me why!! But Prince Jungkook would be interested in fencing 🤺

Like I'd imagine him in that uniform, sword in his gloved hand, messy hair hidden under his helmet...

And oh my God ... I just melted at the concept 🤤

Such a hopeless romantic.🥺💜

Like when the king and queen would share a short loving kiss.

All the boys would act disgusted, but not Kookie.

He found it cute.

Like he would have a hint of a blush on his face.

Smile, face down.

Hoping to find someone like how his dad found his mum.

Like it really amazes him how after all these years, with seven kids, a heavy burden of ruling a country and yet they seem to be falling more and more for eachother everyday.

If the boys learnt one thing from their parents, it would be pure love.(romantically speaking.)

All in all, the boys are doing just fine as princes.

Carrying out their duties as professionally as possible.

Things are quite normal in their lives that is until ...

Each one finds his partner.😏💜

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A/N: Please, please, please I am begging you guys for the millionth time to not be silent readers and share your opinions. TELL. ME WHAT. DO. YOU. THINK. Pwetty pwease 🥺👉🏼👈🏼. Also I'll upload the second part of this when it gets a decent amount of likes so....

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Bound to You

Bound to you is FINALLY HERE! Please enjoy the now full length fic, I accpet conductive critisiam and any reccomidations, Keep in Mind this is my first full length fic and all the writing here is my own, if you see this posted on any other account aside from this one and @longknj it IS NOT MINE. these are my only two accounts, please enjoy.

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ; 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚞

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: est 11k

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 @𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚗𝚓 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

“Forever is a long time Kookie…” The thirteen-year-old whispered laying her head on his shoulder softly as they watched the waves crash against the rocks. Little did Jungkook know this was the last time they’d do this for a while.

“I know but I wouldn’t mind spending it by your side…” He whispered and glanced down at her smiling softly. They’d been neighbors and schoolmates since Y/N was six and seven years later they were still the best of friends, how the hell was she going to tell him that she’d be leaving back for the states. She could just disappear and not tell him anything, but then how would Jungkook feel. “Hey you okay?” he questioned, nudging her softly causing her to look up at him.

“Yeah… I’m fine I just have to tell you something…” she whispered softly crossing her ankles as she stood up. “C’mon let's take a walk.” She held her hand out for him helping him up. “So you know how I'm here because of my dad right?” She looked up at him playing with his fingers in her hand. He nodded softly so she continued talking. “Well, he got stationed back in the states, so I’m moving…” She whispered. His hand dropped hers as they came to a stop.

“So you’re leaving? You always said we’d never leave each other.” Jungkook’s voice shook slightly, it wasn’t the kind of angry shake, he was sad and scared. “I-... I can’t lose you Y/N… you’re my best friend.” he whispered holding her hands in his now.

“Jungkook I’m always going to be by your side, maybe not physically, but I’m always right here.” She whispered, tapping his chest softly before wrapping her arms around him. “I love you.” Her voice was muffled into his chest as Jungkook sighed softly keeping the small girl close to him. He wanted to cherish every last minute he had with her.

After a while of holding each other, Y/N gently pulled away and looked up at him. “Promise me you won’t get yourself into trouble while I’m gone.” she spoke softly cupping his cheeks gently. “I need you alive okay you’re my best friend” He looked down at her with a small smirk

“I guess I promise to stay out of trouble.” He sighed heavily in a playful way. Y/N smiled and placed a kiss on the taller boy’s cheek before pulling away and running off. “Where are you going Y/N?” Jungkook shouted at her

“Last one home loses!” The girl screamed as she ran down the beach towards their homes, the least she could do was make their last night together better.

6 years later

“I still don’t understand why you had to go all the way to Korea for university Y/N.” there was a short pause before Y/n heard a heavy sigh over the phone. “There are plenty of great universities here in the States.” Johnny’s voice rang in her ears as she stepped into her dorm room. He never shut up about her leaving, it wasn’t like she was trying to leave him, she just needed to go back to where she grew up, all of her firsts happened here. Her first crush, her first kiss, the first time she was heartbroken. It all happened here, she needed to get back to that.

“Listen, I’m done having this argument with you Johnny, I love you with all my heart but you have to let me grow, I can’t be under you anymore. I need to be my own person.” She spoke into the phone before hanging up not letting him get another word out.

Johnny was the son of a successful businessman. Y/N would have been fine without a degree, Johnny could provide everything she’d want and more. Except for the one thing she needed from him… Love. She was never in love with him. Of course, she loved and cared for him, but the feeling of being in love was never there, and after three years she didn’t think it’d ever come.

Y/N set her belongings onto the small bed in the corner of the room and looked over the dorm. A smile crept up on her face that she couldn't contain, she had been waiting for this day for so long. “Finally back.” A small squeal left her lips as she jumped on the bed belting out the lyrics to her favorite song forgetting all about the argument, all of her worries washed away.

As Y/N sang, she failed to notice that her roommate had entered the room and was watching from the doorway. She stepped in further and cleared her throat to get Y/N attention. Y/N screamed louder than she ever had in her life when she noticed the other girl in the room. Her hand moved to her chest trying to catch her breath. “Jesus, You can’t sneak up on someone like that,” she spoke through heavy breaths.

“You looked like you were having fun there. I’m Mina.” the girl spoke holding her hand out for yours shaking it softly. “You must be Y/N.” a smile stayed on the girls face as she set her things on her bed. “So there's a welcoming party hosted by the biggest frat on campus, you going?” the girls demeanor changed slightly, her soft smiled turned into a smirk as she sat in her chair spinning to face the mirror.

“I wasn’t planning on it…” Y/N began to whisper playing with her fingers softly. “Should I?” She questioned looking at Mina watching her head nod. “I guess I’ll go but only if you’re going with me." She smiled as Mina stood up grabbing her makeup.

***

The alcohol coursed through her system as she tugged her dress down slightly. Her hips swaying to the music as her new roommate dragged her into the frat house. She managed to grab a drink before even entering the house. Was she really going to crash a party on her first night back in Korea? Hell yes.

The smell of weed, sweat, and alcohol filled the entire frat house. Y/N observed her surroundings, watching people chat and drink while others smoked and grinded against each other. Y/N had never really been a party animal so this situation made her anxious. Nothing a little alcohol couldn't fix. She grabbed anything she could get her hands on and chugged it down.

One thing lead to the other, Y/N was climbing on top of the coffee table that had been pushed around the living room by other party goers. She moved her body to the rhythm of the music that blasted from the surround sound speakers. People gathered around her cheering for her to continue. Others cheered for her to take her dress off.

Y/N laughed at the people and continued to dance. Her dress began to ride up but she was too focused on the music to realize it. It wasn't until she felt someone against her back side did she become aware of what was happening. She pulled herself from the grip and turned. "I didn't ask for a dance partner." Her words were slurred and vision kinda dizzy.

"I promise you'll like the way I'll make you feel." The guy was clearly drunk and was trying to grab Y/N. The smaller girl pushed as hard as she could to get out of his grip. She looked at the crowd trying to ask for help but everyone was too high and drunk to care. Tears started to fall from her eyes and her arms weakened.

His fist collided with the other man’s face causing him to stumble back. “We don’t treat ladies like that here.” was all he said before helping Y/N away from the situation. “Are you okay?” He questioned when they were in a quieter hallway.

“I’m fine.” She whispered, keeping her head down… “Thank you.” a small smile came across her face as she looked up at him in her slightly drunken state. The boy smiled down at her, his bunny teeth poking out. Wait, she recognized that smile. She quickly shook off the feeling as the air began to feel thick. “Do you wanna dance?” She questioned trying not to let this thing get in the way of her fun.

“Depends, are you asking for a dance partner?” He cocked his head to the side before resting his hand on her lower back leading her towards the middle of the party. Y/N’s eyes wandered towards Mina. Her body was draped over a boy as she sipped on her drink. A smile came onto Mina’s face as she gave Y/N the thumbs up. “Your friend?” The stranger questioned leaning down causing a shiver down her spine.

“Roommate…” Y/N whispered back as his body pressed against her moving with the music, quickly causing her to forget about earlier. They danced the night away getting lost in each other.

One thing led to another as they stumbled into his room, sloppy kisses were left against her neck as all thoughts of her fiancée were gone. All that mattered was the two of them in this moment. Her lips pressed against his as his fingers pushed under the bottom of her dress. Fingers danced over his now bare chest as she pulled away slightly.

“Are you sure?” His voice was soft, the moonlight over his skin made him look breathtakingly beautiful. As she nodded he scooped her up laying her down on the bed slipping the dress off of her body. Admiring every inch of her.

The small whine that escaped her lips pulled him from his trance as his kissed over her stomach, his thumbs pulling her panties down her legs as he kissed over her thighs gently. His fingers trailing over the tops of her thighs as she groaned above him. Her hands tugging at his hair as he kissed her clit softly her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue worked over her slit. His lips kissing up her stomach until he reached her lips lining himself with her entrance.

“We can still stop…” He whispered against her lips softly as she shook her head pressing their lips together tangling her fingers into his hair as he pushed into her grumbling softly dipping his head into her neck as her moans filled the small bedroom. Her legs locked around his waist as she arched her back against his chest, their lips locking together sloppily. Her fingers digging into his biceps as she moaned out, the boy's lips leaving red marks against her neck, his hands digging into her hips as he chased his high. Her high was coming close as she begged.

“Harder.” She whispered against his lips, her back arching again as his thrusts picked up pace. “Ah right there.” He groaned into her neck again as he felt his high her nails dragging down his back pushing him over the edge as they released together.

He pulled away slowly laying next to her glancing over slightly. “That was…” he started to speak but she rolled over pressing her lips into shutting him up.

***

A ray of sunlight came in through the small opening in the blinds and shined directly in Y/N's eyes. A small groan escaped her lips when the splitting headache began. She lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment before realizing she wasn't in her own bed. Her heart began to race when she turned her head to the side, examining the room. This was definitely not her dorm.

*** Another thought flooded her mind. Was she naked under the blankets? "Oh, God." She whispered to herself before lifting the cover, revealing her bare body. She sighed softly before sitting up slowly. Y/N heard breathing that wasn't hers and looked to her side. There laid a shirtless man. His black hair is messy and covering his eyes. The blanket covered only up to his waist, allowing his back to be exposed. The hungover girl slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.

Y/N was in disbelief with what was happening. "No no no." She whispered to herself while rubbing her temples. She decided that she'd leave before the guy woke up to avoid the awkward morning-after talk. She slowly slipped off the bed keeping one of the blankets wrapped around her slim body.

Y/N shuffled around the room grabbing and slipping on pieces of her clothing from last night. She struggled to find her bra and decided to leave without it. It was the least of her worries. As she was heading for the door, the creaking of the bed caught her attention. She turned slowly, hoping the guy was still sleeping fortunately for her, he was. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before she stepped out of the room and into the semi-lit up corridor. Used red solo cups were sprawled around the floor along with empty bags of chips and empty alcohol bottles. The house smelled of stale cigarettes and weed and it made Y/N nauseous.

She made her way down the stairs trying to walk as softly as possible. She noticed people passed out on the floor and on couches. Y/N heard voices and shuffling around in the kitchen. She couldn’t hear everything they were saying but they sounded angry. She stepped over the passed out people and quickly walked to the front door.

She managed to slip out of the frat house without being noticed by any of the other guys living there. The house wasn't far from where her dorms were and chose to walk. She needed to think about what she'd done the night before. "How the hell am I going to tell Johnny." Y/N whispered to herself. She covered her face with her hands as she walked.

When she got back to the dorm, she softly thanked God her roommate wasn't there. She plopped herself onto the tiny bed and began crying. She had to tell Johnny about this but exactly how does someone do that? The crying made her head hurts worse. She laid down and stared at the ceiling and without realizing it, fell asleep.

***

“How could you do this to me! I thought what we had was great and wonderful. You ruined everything. You ruined us.” The voice rang out throughout the room.

The sound of her roommate's voice woke her from the nightmare. Sitting up in her bed she winced softly running her fingers through her hair. “Hey, Mina when did you ge-” She mumbled softly but another voice spoke up before she could finish.

“Hi. I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Yoongi.” The guy's voice said as he held his hand out to her. Her eyes widened as she pulled the blankets over her chest and reluctantly took his hand in hers, shaking it. She was the first to pull away and turned her gaze to Mina. Y/N stared at her roommate hoping she’d get the hint that she was uncomfortable.

“Oh please Y/N, it's fine. We heard about last night.” Mina smirked softly as Y/N’s fingers played with her ring softly spinning it. Y/N’s heart fell to her stomach, how could Mina know about last night? Y/N scoffed and waved her hand in dismissal

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I got drunk and acted a little stupid. Nothing more.” Y/N bit her lip softly and looked away from the two. She fiddled with her ring again, hoping they’d let it go.

“That’s not what Jungkook told us,” Mina spoke up, teasingly. She cuddled up closer to Yoongi. Y/N’s nearly snapped her neck, she stared at the two wide-eyed, tears threatening to escape. She knew she recognized that smile last night. It couldn’t be though. It had to be another guy who happens to have the same name. Another thought hit her.

“He told you two what happened?” Y/N felt her blood boil, something she hadn’t felt since 6 months ago. Mina and Yoongi nodded in unison. Y/N rolled her eyes and threw her legs over the side of her bed. What an asshole. She stood up and grabbed her shower supplies. Without another word to the couple, Y/N walked out the dorm slamming the door shut.

You really screwed up this time Y/N. The pissed off girl thought to herself as she stomped her way to showers. She shoved her stuff into one of the shower stalls and got undressed before turning the water on. The warm water fell over her body, relaxing her muscles. She let the tears flood out. All she wanted was to come back for university and be where she grew up. She wanted her life to be peaceful for some time now that she wasn’t in America.

Her thoughts went back to last night. She remembered him helping with the creep situation, the way they danced the night away, and everything that came after that. It infuriated her, how could he do this to her. If it were him, why would he hurt Y/N like this? She slammed her fists into the shower wall instantly regretting it “Damn it!” she groaned holding her hands in pain. After a while, Y/N stepped out and headed back to her dorm.

***

The walk to Jungkook’s dorm was the longest one Y/N had ever taken. As she made her way to the dorm, she stopped short seeing him, the features she once knew were now more clear in her sobered state. The bunny smile he made with the girl next to him. He turned slightly in her direction kissing her cheek allowing the girl to giggle softly. Y/N watched as the girl threw her arms over the taller boy’s shoulders, bringing their bodies together. A flood of jealousy rushing through her.

Y/N got the courage to walk over, feeling nauseated from the sight and slightly from the party the night before. The thought of sleeping with Jungkook scratched at her brain, she enjoyed the feeling, she wanted to feel that same way again… who knew that at twenty-one she’d be faced with the boy she thought she lost all those years ago. The girl noticed Y/N walking over because the sudden affection was obvious.

“Jungkook…” Y/N spoke as the girl clung to him. Y/N kept her focus on Jungkook, though she felt the girl's glare burning into her head. Jungkook averted his eyes to Y/N raising an eyebrow at the sight of her. "Um... Can I speak with you?" The girl didn't budge, in fact, she clung harder onto Jungkook. Y/N rolled her eyes and huffed "Alone." She turned on her heels and walked a little distance away from the two. Prompting him to follow her.

Y/N heard the girl whine as Jungkook pulled himself from her grip. Thousands of questions ran through her mind. How was she going to go about this? She hasn’t seen him in years so how in the hell is she going to confront him about their hook up. Jungkook coughed to get her attention, breaking her thoughts. Y/N turned slowly to meet his gaze.

“Did you know?” she whispered softly looking up at him blinking softly. “Did you know it was me the whole time.” her eyes flashed to the small silver ring that wrapped around her finger guilt sinking into her stomach. Jungkook stood there in shock, his face fell as he nodded slowly.

“I knew the moment I saw you at the party, You hadn't changed…” His voice was strong, but a part of him sounded scared.

“Then why did you sleep with me!” Y/N yelled looking at him. “Why would you sleep with me knowing that we were best friends and haven't seen each other in years! Were you just trying to embarrass me!”

“No! That wasn’t why I did it! I did it because I wanted too… and I wanted to know if I felt the same as I did when you left me!” His voice rose to meet hers.

"Oh, so you wanted to see if you still feel the same way by taking advantage of my drunken state?" She yelled right back at him. Y/N shoved Jungkook hard on the chest hoping to knock him over. Unfortunately, he didn't move an inch.

"Oh don't you dare pull that card on me. You said you wanted to!" Jungkook's voice was shaky. His eyes wandered, looking at the people around them. This conversation was escalating too fast.

"I was drunk!" Y/N yelled too loud. People around them began looking, pointing, whispering to each other. Y/N took a few breaths before looking back at Jungkook. Almost everything is foggy from that night but that one part was clear in her mind. He was right. Y/N remembers Jungkook asking if she was sure she wanted to sleep with him. She was still angry he didn't bother to tell her who he was.

"I was drunk too, Y/N!" Jungkook retorted. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes. "Yes, we were both drunk. And yes, maybe I should've told you who I was. But you can't deny the fact that we both gave consent."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried blaming you for that. It's just," Y/N kept her head down, playing with the ring again. She bit her lip to keep the tears from escaping. She felt worse now than when the conversation started. " this isn't how I imagined my first day back would be."

"I was going to tell you in the morning. But when I woke up you were gone. I don't exactly know where you're staying. I don't have your number. I had no way of contacting you." He spoke up, his voice calmer.

"Why did you tell them?" Y/N looked up at him. She had forgotten about Mina and Yoongi until now. "Back at my dorm, both Yoongi and my roommate told me you told them about what happened. Why?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

He seemed to be a loss for words, his face turning bright red. He ran a hand through his hair, laughing nervously. "I- The guys asked where I went off to during the party." He bit his lip softly.

Y/N felt her eyes nearly bulged out of her head "The guys?" She whispered yelled. She threw her hands up in frustration. "You seriously told the other frat boys. God, why are you such an idiot! Do you know how terrible this will make me look? They probably think I'm some kind of slut!" Y/N kept rambling on as Jungkook shifted on his feet.

“They Don’t think that!” Jungkook's voice was higher pitched and she looked up at the boy. “They really liked you, at least that's what they said before we disappeared,” Jungkook smiled softly at her.

“That’s great Jungkook, but I have to head back to my dorm.” Y/N whispered walking away from him, the walk of shame she missed out on that morning. She was doing it all over again.

The walk back to her dorm was longer than he needed to be, and once she arrived at the main hall she was shocked. The sight of her green bra plastered on the bulletin board for the entire dorm to see. The girls giggled with their boyfriends as Y/N snatched the bra off the board feeling tears well up in her eye. Why was this going so terribly?

Flashes from the crowd's phones blinded her as she stood there. She raised her arms to cover her eyes, the crowd roared when the bra was in clear view. Y/N pushed her way through the people and booked it for the stairs. She ran up the stairs occasionally skipping steps to get up faster.

Y/N ran down the narrow hallway and basically kicked down her dorm room door. She put her back on the door and slid down. She wrapped her arms around her knees and let the tears flow. She couldn't believe this was happening. A familiar voice popped up in her mind. "I don't know why you have to go to Korea…" it repeated and repeated. A part of her wished she had listened. If she would have listened to Johnny or even herself she would be home in Chicago, she would be planning her wedding not worrying about some stupid guy she stupidly slept with.

Nothing could change the truth. Y/N has always been in love with Jungkook and Jungkook had always been in love with her.

***

It was a couple of days later after the bra incident, and Y/N was trying her best to avoid people involved, especially Jungkook. Although being on the same campus as him didn't help her much. She gathered her belongings from the desk and headed out of the class. Y/N put on her earbuds, blocking reality out.

She walked down the halls, bobbing her head to the music. She turned the corner only to run into something hard. Y/N stumbled back, her books falling to the ground in front of her. She looked up to see none other than the guy she's been avoiding. Jungkook flashed a smile at her, getting an eye-roll in response from Y/N.

"Woah Woah Woah." He called, following quickly, grabbing her wrist gently. "Your birthdays tomorrow you should come out." He flashed his puppy dog eyes and suddenly she was falling in love all over again.

"I'm not doing anything for my birthday" she crossed her arms holding her books close to her chest. "I have a facetime call anyways."

"Oh c'mon y/n there was a reason you didn't have your ring on a week ago." Jungkook mumbled as she yanked her arm away from him. The look of hurt was clear in her eyes but she was angry.

"Who are you to judge me! You know nothing about my life anymore and I refuse to argue with you here. I don't need my fiance finding out that I cheated on him!" Y/N whisper yelled turned away on her heels walking towards her classroom.

Jungkook stood in disbelief as she stormed off, Yoongi's arm swung over his shoulder. "Did she figure out who put her bra up?" He questioned looking at Jungkook, his voice was barely loud enough but Y/N could hear.

"No.. Do you know who did it?" Jungkook looked at him tearing his eyes away. Yoongi chuckled softly and shook his head.

"Well it was Taehyung's idea, but I went along with it. The poor boy didn't know what he was doing." Yoongi smirked softly watching Jungkook tense up as Y/N turned back around.

"You know what Kook, where is this party? I think I should celebrate my 21st birthday." She smiled softly looking over at Yoongi before leaning in. "If you Ever, touch my shit again, I will ruin you." She smiled softly as Jungkook gave her the address, his body had yet to release the tension. "I'll see you there Kook.." She whispered softly. Yoongi stood wondering how she knew as Jungkook shoved him.

***

Y/N arrived at the party dressed her finest. She had to be an attention grabber tonight, it was her birthday after all. The familiar smell from the first party punched her in the face as she walked in. The yellow dress hugged her hips as she walked towards the kitchen to make herself a drink, the voices around her were talking about the lace bra that belonged to her. People wondered where the bra had come from, others assumed she hooked up with someone from a frat. Either way, her reputation was ruined, might as well own it.

The smile stuck on her face as Jungkook approached her. "You look, stunning.." He smiled softly as she looked up at him. Y/N sized the taller guy up, smirking slightly. She softly bit her lip before taking a sip of her drink.

"Thanks, I know." She winked at him taking his hand making her way to the dance floor, Jungkook following close behind. His hands made their way around her hips pulling her close to him. She let out a small giggle swaying her hips against him. Y/N caught a glimpse of Yoongi watching them from across the room, a knot forming in her stomach. She averted her gaze and twisted around to face Jungkook "Should we even be doing this..?" She questioned over the loud music.

The smirk played on Jungkook's face, "The truth is, we probably shouldn't be doing anything we've been doing" he spoke softly leaning down pressing his lips against hers. She hesitated to kiss back at first, but the feeling of his hands running down her body made her melt. He pulled her closer to his body, cupping her butt in his hands.

Her hands made their way to his hair slipping her fingers into the ends of it, pushing him towards a free bedroom. He pulled her up by her hips quickly pushing through the door stumbling over his shoes.

“Jungkook slow down..” She giggled against his lips pulling the black shirt that clung to his body off tossing it to the side, admiring his chest. “Fuck.” She mumbled softly kissing his collar bone kicking off her heels pushing him towards the bed smiling as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Y/N slipped to her knees slowly pulling his jeans down along with his boxers.

Her fingers trailed over his thighs slowly leaning in to kiss his hips. His fingers ran through her hair, a small whine left his lips as she took his tip into her mouth slowly dipping her head down as he groaned. His body tensed up at the sensation, something different. Soft groans filled the room quickly as her head moved up and down and Jungkook was chasing his high.

“F-Fuck.” He grunted bucking his hips slightly before she pulled away. “What the hell!” He groaned at the loss of sensation before looking at the beautiful now naked woman above him. “Woah.” He pulled her close kissing her deeply guiding her on top of his length. She slid down on him rolling her hips slowly. His hands cupped her hips helping her bounce on him as their moans filled the room once more.

“Fuck Jungkook…” She whined softly kissing him hard chasing her high. “So close..” She whispered softly against his lips as she came undone above him, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she came. He came soon after and rested his forehead against hers.

“Are you okay?” He whispered softly as she slowly removed herself from him wiggling her dress back over her hips. He was worried something was off. “Why did you come to some stupid party anyway?” He asked as she sat on the edge of the bed fixing her heels.

“My Facetime date got canceled.” She whispered softly playing with the ring on her finger. She didn't want to look at him but she heard a small gasp come from his direction.

"You're engaged…" he spoke up, a hint of bitterness in his tone. He sat there for a moment before getting up and quickly putting his clothes on. "You know that would've been great information to know before this, Y/N" He shook his head.

Y/N quickly stood up and walked over to him. She placed a hand on his arm but was pushed away. "Please, just let me explain." She pleaded as he made his way to the door.

He quickly turned to face her "Why should I let you explain?!" anger clear in his voice. One hand was clenched against the door knob, the other in a fist.

"Six months ago I found out that my Fiance was cheating on me. He had stopped showing me affection and I couldn't understand why until then." She spoke softly, her voice was shaky. "I just missed the love and the feeling of being wanted. But Jungkook, you made me feel wanted." She slowly walked over to him looking up at him "You've given me everything he never could."

Jungkook scoffed, he looked everywhere in the room but her "So you're using me for your own selfish needs? Have you ever taken into consideration my feelings for you?" He looked down at her, anger and sadness in his eyes "Exactly how did you think I would react to this?" He didn't let her answer before walking out of the room, slamming the door in her face.

***

The following weeks were filled with hoodies and tears. Y/N couldn’t be bothered to dress herself properly nor did she care much. The man she thought she loved was cheating on her and the man she knows she loves can’t even look at her in math class. What did she expect? That Jungkook would magically understand and love her back without thinking twice? She groaned softly throwing her pillow at the wall as a hand pounded on her door. Slowly she rolled out of bed walking towards the door opening it roughly “What!” She yelled before coming face to face with her fiance. It was safe to say her jaw dropped.

“Wow, you’ve really let yourself go.” He murmured softly pushing himself into her bedroom. Her eyes watched his face. “I mean are you serious Y/N, you put on some weight, you couldn’t even be bothered to do your hair nicely, I mean what have you been doing?” he questioned as his fingers tipped the pizza box left from nights ago.

“What are you doing here?” She spoke softly once she finally found her voice, “What gives you the right?” She looked at him, her heart was pounding, never did she raise her voice at Johnny but him appearing out of nowhere rubbed her the wrong way. Why was he just staring at her. “I asked you a damn question!” she yelled slamming her hand on the table. Johnny stood up towering over her frame.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me.” He spoke calmly. “I’m actually here to find out who you’ve been sleeping with.” He spoke as he walked towards her bed. “Trust me Y/N I have eyes everywhere don’t try to deny it.” He spoke as she stood stunned.

“You have some fucking nerve coming here and asking me who I’ve been sleeping with.” She scoffed softly and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she watched him. “You cheated on me first.” She spoke as tears filled her eyes. Was she wrong for cheating? Yes. Did she love Johnny still? Maybe. Did he deserve to be cheated on? No. Did she Love Jungkook? Yes. “You let our love die.”

Johnny let out a deep sigh before turning towards her. “Stupid girl, I provide for you! I’m the only reason you’re able to go to school here freely. You don’t get it, you have no money and no means to doing things on your own. So I suggest you watch your mouth.” Johnny took a deep breath before turning to the door. “It’s Over Y/N” He spoke the words clear as day and Y/N didn’t know whether to cry or feel relieved.

“Wait-” She whispered softly. “Before you go, tell me, do you still love me” She whispered her voice was barely there as she let tears fall slipping his ring off her finger. “Please…” She begged. Through everything she didn’t want this to end because they cheated. She wanted it to end because they fell out of love.

“Little Y/N… I stopped loving you a long time ago.” He said and took the ring from her hands, walking through the door as quickly as he came. Y/N slumped down her door and cried into her knees.

***

Y/N stood up slowly after what felt like forever and decided Johnny couldn’t control her anymore. She made her way to the showers, she cleaned herself up and got dressed. Simple, Blue jeans and white button up which she’d later realise it wasn’t hers. She slipped on her sneakers and made her way towards Jungkook's frat. Her feet absentmindedly carried her there. A knock on the door and her roommate opened up. Mina’s eyes widened at the sight of Y/N out of the dorm.

“Jungkook’s been a mess. I’d be careful the boys are upset.” Mina spoke to her softly letting her into the house. Y/N’s legs carried her all the way to his room where to her surprise Jungkook seemed worse off then she was not to long ago.

“Jungkook. I hate…” She started causing the boy to look at her, the tears were evident in his eyes. “I hate how much I love you.” She whispered and sat at the edge of his bed. “I’m so so sorry. You don’t understand how sorry I am.” She looked at him, the boy did nothing but stare at her empty hands.

“He dumped you… He’s probably on his way here right now to beat me up.” Jungkook spoke standing up from the bed and started towards the stairs. He looked back at her. “If he kills me, it's on your conscious.”

“Jungkook! It wasn’t like that! He left me for his side piece, How can I compete with someone who only loves him!” Y/N followed Jungkook out of the room and down the stairs feeling the argument bubbling in her head.

“Are you kidding me, please don’t tell me I’m the other person you love! Because if you loved me you wouldn’t have done what you did!” Jungkook's voice rose and once again she was being towered over, but she didn’t feel small.

“I do love you!” She yelled at him. She watched his body spin around and press her between the hallway wall and him. Her eyes met his

“This is where it started right? Where I first kissed you.” He whispered looking down as she slowly nodded. “I want my shirt back.” He spoke softly watching her eyes.

“Take it.” She whispered as his lips found hers, his hands wrapped around her hips picking her up walking back towards his room. All thoughts of their argument was gone, right now in this moment it was just her and Jungkook. Her fingers tangled into his messy black hair as he laid her down on the bed. His hands slid up her sides as he undid the buttons to the shirt she was wearing. “Jungkook…” His name fell from her lips as she pulled away from the kiss. “It was always you…” She whispered gently into his lips.

***

The sun shone through the window as Y/N rubbed her eyes softly rolling to the other side only to be greeted with Jungkook's chest. She smiled softly and sat up slightly, her arms stretched above her as the strap from her shirt slid down slightly. Jungkook woke up to her movements and sat up slightly kissing her shoulder. His lips lingered there before she turned her head slightly to kiss his lips gently. “Good Morning…” She whispered softly before slipping out of the bed, her legs looked longer to Jungkook, everything about her looked even more beautiful now that she was his. She pulled on his shirt from the floor making her way to the bathroom.

Y/N stepped out into the hallway quietly to avoid waking anyone else up. She walked up to the bathroom door when she heard noise coming down the hall. There stood one of the guys living in the house. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. Y/N stood there staring back at him confused. Has he never seen a girl before? His face turned bright red, averted his eyes down to his phone, and started typing. Y/N sighed softly and walked into the bathroom.

Y/N washed her face and brushed her teeth. She sat in front of the mirror just looking at herself. She had the start of dark circles under her eyes and some acne on her cheek. Nothing a little makeup can’t fix. She turned to leave the bathroom when she heard a door slam “What the hell, Namjoon!” Jungkook’s voice rang through the hallway. Opening the door, she witnessed Jungkook throw a punch at the guy she assumes is Namjoon. The two begin throwing punches at each other and falling to the ground. The rest of the guys come out and pull the two away from each other, blood dripping from their faces.

Y/N just stood there at a loss for words. “Jungkook…” She whispered softly looking up at him touching the small cut on his eyebrow from Namjoon’s ring. “C’mon.” She pulled him towards the bathroom to clean him up. The cloth pressed against his forehead as he hissed softly. “Sorry but if you keep getting yourself into fights I’ll have to bubble wrap you” She joked softly putting a bandaid on his forehead. “Why did you hit him?” She asked moving away from him. An audible sigh from Jungkook’s lips made her wonder.

“It really was nothing baby.” He whispered softly fiddling with his fingers before getting up from the edge of the bathtub. “Let’s just get to class okay?” He smiled softly pressing a kiss to her temple, leaving her in the bathroom confused. Something was off.

***

Campus was rowdy today, everyone hovered over their phones with groups of people, phones were ringing left and right about the girl in the video, questions were being asked about who the male in the video could be. “Jungkook why’s everyone staring at you?” Y/N questioned looking up at him as his hand wrapped around her waist.

“Who knows babe? Maybe because I have you under my arm.” He smiled leaning down to kiss her making everyone who was staring advert their eyes back to the phone. Jungkook may have put a huge target on his back.

The two walked into the class they had together and took a seat in the middle of the class. People piled into the room, everyone glancing over at Y/N. Every so often Jungkook glaring at the guys who snickered at her. Class started but that didn't stop the people around them from whispering and pointing. Y/N shifted around in her seat she started to get anxious and couldn't focus well.

"Unless you all want to fail this class I suggest you put your phones away before I give you the exam now." The professor's voice filled the room. Most of the students put their phones away though some in the back continued using theirs. Y/N thank the professor quietly to herself feeling more at ease. Jungkook put his hand on hers lightly squeezing it. They both smiled softly at each other.

A few minutes later Jungkook leaned over whispering softly to her "I'm gonna go the bathroom real quick." He kissed her cheek and stepped out. A faint yet familiar voice came from one of the phones behind her. She furrowed her brows and turned slightly to listen in better. "You're so beautiful." She heard and it clicked immediately. That's Johnny's voice. She felt her stomach flip.

Jungkook's phone vibrated against the table catching Y/N’s attention. She saw a message from Namjoon and was intrigued. They obviously fought earlier because of something on the phone and everyone on campus was acting weird because of something on theirs. She grabbed his phone making sure the professor wasn't looking and began typing in possible passwords. She remembered back before she moved to the US, his password was her birthday. She typed in the date and smiled softly when the phone unlocked.

The background of his phone was a picture he had taken of her when she wasn't looking at him. Why didn't he tell me he was taking a picture? She thought to herself, before opening the messages. She scrolled up to see a video had been sent. Y/N clicked on the video and immediately regretted it. The video showed a man's hand running a woman's bare body. A body all too familiar. A few minutes into it and the woman's identity was revealed. It was Y/N. It was her and Johnny's sex tape back when they were together.

She placed Jungkook's phone down and ran out of the room with only her bag. She felt sick and angry and millions of other emotions. She needed to getaway. Y/N felt betrayed by everyone she knew. Tears streamed down her face as she ran off-campus.

***

Jungkook got back to class and notice Y/N wasn't there. Her bag was gone but her notebook was still there. So he assumed she had also gone to the bathroom. He sat down and waited for her to get back. Minutes had gone by and she still wasn't back. The class had finally ended after what felt like an eternity and she was nowhere in sight. He started to worry and decided to call her. When he unlocked the phone, his messages with Namjoon was open. He knew Namjoon messaged him earlier but he didn't open it. He was still pissed about that morning.

"Shit" he cursed under his breath. She saw the video. She must've. Now his main concern was where she was at. People are ruthless at this University and Y/N has been through enough as it is. He didn't even want to think about the perverted guys who would approach her. He groaned before grabbing her stuff and his and running out the class.

He ran around campus looking for her. The cafeteria, where he only received weird looks from students. He ran around the courtyard. He checked her dorm, walking in on Mina and Yoongi nearly fucking. He rolled his eyes and avoided eye contact with either one of them "Mina, do you know where Y/N is?" He asked annoyed.

"Pfft, as if I know. Shouldn't you know you are her boyfriend." She snickered while playing with Yoongi's hair.

"Aren't you Y/N’s best friend? Shouldn't you be just as concerned about her whereabouts?" He retorted, even though Mina was Yoongi's fling at the moment, he absolutely couldn't stand her.

"Please, we're barely friends. Maybe you two should have thought about the consequences of making a sex tape. It was bound to get leaked." She chuckled softly before standing up "Then she wouldn't have to hide."

He clenched his hands and bit the inside of his cheek. He took a deep breath before smiling and looking over at Mina "Does he know?" Mina's smile dropped

"Does he know what?" She retorted her arms crossed. She glared at the taller man in front of her. Yoongi sat up, looking at Mina.

"That you were born a man." He said with a smirk before closing the door. He heard Mina scream through the walls as he walked down the corridor.

“You’re going to get it, Jeon!” Mina’s voice ran down the hall as Jungkook flipped her off. Namjoon walking just as fast bumped shoulders with Jungkook.

The two stood there for a moment in silence. They couldn't bring themselves to look at each other. Jungkook shifted on his feet and sighed softly

“Namjoon, have you see Y/N?” Jungkook asked scratching the back of his head gently watching Joon’s face. “She saw the video.,” he whispered softly looking up at the older boy. “I don't know what to do. It's like something happens to her and when things seem to be okay, it's got all fucked again.”

The older boy sighed softly. "I know. This is pretty shitty. But right now all she needs is you. Just being there for her I'm sure she appreciates it a lot." Namjoon spoke softly.

"If only I could find her." Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. All of this chaos was giving him a migraine. He needed to find her but he couldn't think of anywhere she could be.

“Remember back when we were younger, you always spoke about how you were gonna make this mystery girl your girlfriend? You always said you were gonna ask her at this special place only you two knew about.” Namjoon looked at Jungkook with a small smile before patting his back softly, walking towards his girlfriend's dorm.

"What?" He whispered, then it clicked. He smiled before turning and dashing down the hall and out of the dorms. He caught a cab and gave the location the driver.

Jungkook paid the driver and stepped out the cab after an hour's drive. He took a deep breath of the salty beach air. Memories began flooding his mind as he stepped onto the sand. He wished things would go back to how they were back then.

Jungkook walked towards the rocks they used to play on when they were younger. Just his luck, he spotted her from afar on their rocks, he jogged the rest of the way to her and climbing up to sit next to her. "I've been worried. You just vanished during class. Are you okay?" He asked her even though he knew she wasn't.

“You lied to me. You told me that everything was fine when you saw that video of me, I’m officially the school slut and now everybody thinks it's you and this is all so stupid.” she sighed softly, letting a few tears fall. She quickly wiped them away and looked back up at the waves hitting the shore. "How did he even get that video?"

"I don't know. Someone must've forwarded it to him." Jungkook shrugged softly, he also kept his gaze on the water. "And one thing for sure, you are not a slut. Don't even think that for a moment." He wanted to comfort her. Hold her. Kiss her. But he knew she needed time to gain her trust back.

"That asshole lied to me as well." Y/N spoke almost involuntarily. Jungkook looked at her with a confused look. She mentally slapped herself for even saying anything. She sighed softly before speaking up.

"My fiance, at the time, promised he wouldn't share it with anyone. It was going to be just between the two of us." She shook her head laughing softly "I don't know why I even thought for a moment that he would keep that promise."

Though Jungkook really didn't want to hear anything that happened between the two of them, out of pure anger and jealousy, he let her speak. As long as it made her feel better.

"You know, I thought him cheating on me and the whole bra thing was by far the worst things to happen to me, but this takes the cake." She brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in between them. Her soft crying turned into sobs.

Jungkook scooted closer to her and put his arms around her, holding her tight. Y/N threw her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. The two sat there like that for a while. Just being there with each other made them feel more at ease.

"I love you, Y/N. More than you'll ever know." He spoke softly in her ear ", and I will spend the rest of my life making sure you feel loved, protected, and wanted." He left small kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder.

Y/N smiled through the tears. She could never understand why he was so kind to her after everything that happened between them. She pulled back softly to look at him. She could see the love in his eyes. "I love you too, Jungkook." She cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly.

He kissed back and pulled her closer. Their bodies pressed against each other. They stayed like this for a while. And at that moment they both knew that everything was going to be okay for them.

***

Johnny’s Hotel Room

Claire had clearly made herself comfortable in the lavish hotel room Johnny had got them. Little did she know the point of Johnny coming on this trip was to get Y/N back not spend time with her. Johnny’s mind was somewhere else as he stared out the window as rain hit it. Claire huffed softly. “Johnny c’mon you’ve got to talk to me..” She whispered sitting behind him resting her chin on his shoulder. He brushed her off slightly causing her to pout. “Johnny c’mon the silent treatment isn’t nice, you’ve barely spent any time with me on this trip.” She whined softly tugging at his arm.

“God Y/N not everything is about you.” He quickly stood up not bothering to fix his mistake. His fingers ran through his hair before he looked down at her. “Shit, I’m sorry Bunny I didn’t mean to.” He held her hands in his. “Forgive me.”

“You still love her don’t you.” She pushed her bottom lip out, standing up to turn away from him. “If you love her so much you have time to go get her.” Her arms crossed in front of her chest her reflection shown in the window as he came up behind her, his lips brushing against her shoulder.

“You should know by now, I only love you.” His lips barely brushed her neck. “You should go get some rest, I have work to do Princess.” He kissed her temple softly patting her bum as she walked off to their shared bedroom.

Johnny sighed heavy slumping down into the chair opening his laptop to actually get some work done. He was opening some emails when he received a new one from Yoongi. What could it be now? Yoongi had been doing Johnny’s dirty work for some time now but there was nothing new he’d asked him to do.

‘Hey Boss, I got your message and leaked the video, it’s all over the school, never thought you’d sink this low but hey if it gets the job done.

-Min Yoongi

He clicked on the video linked in the previous email thread he apparently had sent and his eyes went wide. She would never take him back if that video got out. He silently panicked as he thought about what to do. He knew for sure this was not going to look good when he got back to the States. He pushed himself off the chair and walked into their shared room.

“Hey Princess, Is there something you wanted to tell me?” He asked her as she scrolled through her phone. Her eyes gazed up at him as she shook her head. “Now don’t lie to me princess, you know I don’t like liars.”

“You found the Email didn’t you?” she questioned sitting up on her knees towards him. “Johnny baby…” She grabbed his hands gently, “She would never have let us be together don’t you see how I’ve helped us?” The girls blue eyes poured into his as he shook his head. “You really think I don’t know you came back here for her?” She cocked her head to the side smiling softly. “Johnny, we wouldn’t want to make my father… or your father upset now would we?” She questioned unbuttoning the tops of his shirt. Johnny gripped her wrists pushing her back towards the bed.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” He spoke softly. “After all the money my family has given to yours, you still want everything for yourself? I can’t believe you’re that entitled.” He said before walking out of their shared hotel room.

He didn’t know why his legs carried him there but before he knew it he was standing in front of Yoongi’s frat house knocking on the door in the hopes that Y/N would be the one to open it. Clearly nothing was going right for him and he let out a groan as Jungkook opened the door with a smile on his face that soon disappeared.

Johnny frowned already knowing exactly the guy standing in front of him. He kept his cool though. He came to talk with Y/N and that's it. "Is Y/N here?" He asked monotone. He tried looking over Jungkook's shoulder.

"Tch, the hell you want to know," Jungkook said more as a statement rather than a question. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him. Jungkook crossed his arms and glared back at the man in front of him.

"Look I don't want any trouble, just let me speak to her and we'll leave you boys be." Johnny put his hands up in defense.

"We?" Jungkook asked with a brow raised. "No one's leaving this house but you. So get lost dude." He glared at Johnny, there was no one who could take Y/N from him, especially this asshole.

“C’mon Jungkook, you really think that she’s going to stick around, She’s mine, she’ll always be mine.” Johnny leaned close to whisper the last part and smiled softly before standing up straight. “Now can I see her?” a smirk formed on his lips when he saw the younger boy become insecure with himself.

Y/N made her way downstairs fresh out of the shower, her wet hair stuck to the back of her neck as she walked to the front of the house peeking outside. “Shit.” She muttered to herself before opening the front door. “What's going on out here?” she questioned softly before leaning into Jungkook gently. “Johnny, Why are you here?” She was asking so many questions at this moment, she just needed and wanted answers.

“Y/N lets go home..” Johnny reached his hand towards her as she hid slightly behind Jungkook. Y/N had never been scared of Johnny, but some point along the way she realized how scary Johnny could be. “You know I’d never hurt you..” He spoke moving closer to her causing Jungkook to move back, Y/N moving with him.

“I am home..” She whispered softly, her eyes pouring into his. “I’ve been home for a while now, I think you should go.” She spoke her hand resting on Jungkook’s side. “I mean it, go.”

“You really think I came all this way just to leave alone?” Johnny growled staring down at his fiance. He reached out to grab her only to be pushed back by Jungkook.

“She doesn’t want you, stop forcing her to go with you. She’s her own person.” Jungkook pushed Y/N back towards the door. “Go inside.” He whispered to her before his fist collided with Johnny’s eye socket. Y/N lunged in between them in a quick attempt to break up the fight before Johnny shoved her into the door.

“Shit- Y/N… I’m sorry.” He tried to reach for her only for Jungkook to tackle him his fist colliding with his face over and over again. The two rolled around the front yard, throwing punches at each other.

“Don’t… touch… her…” Jungkook said between blows causing Johnny to cough up blood spitting to the side of him. Y/N watched in silence disoriented from being pushed. She groaned as she tried to speak out to them.

“C’mon Jungkook, I’ve been in fights worse.” Johnny was taunting him, trying to get a rise out of the younger boy. It was the only way for Y/N to see who Jungkook really was. The blows to his face were getting to hard to look at before she yelled out.

“Jungkook Stop!” She moved towards the two slightly swaying to the side. “I think he gets it.” Jungkook’s eyes met hers as she held her hand out for him. “He’s had enough Jungkook…” she whispered softly as Johnny wobbly stood up and stumbled away.

“I’ll be back for you Y/N, you know I won’t leave without you.” He called as he spit blood to the side. “Damn it.” He groaned rubbing his face gently.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook whispered feeling her head for a bump she winced at his touch. "Sorry." He spoke softly before moving his hands to cup her face. He leaned down placing a small kiss on her forehead.

“I'll be fine, Jeon.” She chuckled softly. “But we should get inside and clean the blood off your face.” She smiled softly pulling his arm over her shoulder holding him tight. The two walked into the house where the other guys stood in the living space staring at them.

"What the hell happened? We heard something out front." Namjoon exclaimed. The other boys nod in agreement. Y/N sighed softly shaking her head softly.

"Jungkook here decided to get into a fight with my ex fiance." She turned her gaze to Jungkook with an eyebrow raised. Jungkook sheepishly smiled rubbing the back of his neck. "Now if you'll excuse us, were going to get cleaned up." Y/N steered them to the stairs to get to the bathroom.

Oohs and Ahs were heard from the other guys as the two walked up the stairs. Jungkook chuckled and Y/N rolled her eyes. Once they got upstairs they got into the bathroom. They showered helping clean each others body.

When they were done, they got dressed and climbed into bed. Jungkook held her softly and soon fell asleep. Y/N couldn't get Johnny's words out of her head, it made her feel uneasy. She softly pulled herself from Jungkook's grip and dressed herself before leaving the room.

As she walked through the house she bumped into Namjoon. He frowned "Where are you going? Does Jungkook know you left?" She shook head softly

"If he wakes up and asks, just tell him I went back to my dorm. Please?" She looked up at him. He looked down at her nervously. She groaned in frustration "You owe me!" She whispered screamed. He didn't understand for a moment but soon understood.

"Look I didn't ask for the video someone just sent it to me. I didn't even watch that much of it." He spoke quickly. Y/N glared at him ready to punch him. Namjoon quickly put his hands up in defense "Okay! Okay! I'll let him know." He sighed softly as Y/N walked passed him and out of the house.

"Here goes nothing." She whispered to herself. Y/N pulled out her phone and text Johnny.

What hotel are you staying at?

Johnny quickly answered and Y/N made her way to the location.

***

Y/N walked slowly down the street towards the hotel Johnny was staying at. She was trying to tell herself to turn back but she couldn't. She needed to end this once and for all. Johnny needed to understand she didn't love him anymore. She groaned in frustration "I shouldn't even have to do this." She whispered to herself.

She soon found herself in front of the hotel. She stood there for a moment looking at the skyrise in awe. He sure loves living lavishly. She thought to herself before entering the hotel. She looked back at the messages to check for the room number.

Y/N entered the elevator pushed the floor he was staying on. She stepped out when it arrived and walked down the narrow hallway. She looked left and right until she saw his door. Y/N hesitated at first but lifted her hand and knocked on the door. The door immediately opened to Johnny. His face was bruised from the fight earlier. Y/N bit her lip to keep herself from smiling.

"Were you standing at the door?" She asked frowning slightly. He rolled his eyes before moving to the side allowing her to go in. She walked in slowly looking at her surroundings. Everything in this room was so expensive looking. It reminded her of when they were together. She hated it.

"I knew you'd come back to me, my love." Johnny spoke seductively and brought his hands to her waist. He leaned down bringing his lips to Y/N's neck, sucking softly. Y/N wiggled violently out of his grip shoving him away. She brought her hand to her neck, wiping any trace of him off her.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Johnny. I didn't come here to mess around. I came because we need to make something straight." She spoke seriously. She breathed out heavily before sitting down at the small dining area in the room. "Can you please sit?" She gestured at the chair across from him.

"What's wrong with me? What about you? You left me so you could come and screw around with some street rat." Johnny took the seat and leaned forward reaching for her hands "C'mon baby, you know he can't provide for you like I can. I promise I'll give you everything you want. Just come back to the States with me." He spoke softly.

She moved her hands to her lap and stared at him in disbelief. "You truly believe I want to go with you? Johnny, do you really think anything between us could be fixed?" She scoffed. He frowned and sat back in his seat.

"You know I never wanted anything but your love, Johnny. You didn't see that though. I didn't love your money. I loved you." She looked down to stop herself from crying. Memories flooded her mind. She took a deep breath before looking up back at him. She frowned at the smirk that was plastered on his face.

"And you think he'd ever love you? The only person who’s ever truly loved you was your father, and we both know what happened to him. He got himself killed and left you behind with your shitty foster parents. Who took you in then? Because it wasn’t Jungkook.”

Johnny's words felt a punch in the face. She couldn't catch her breath as tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to run away but also jump over the table and choke him out. Her hands were shaking in her lap and she couldn't stop them. She opened her mouth to speak when footsteps caught her attention.

A tall and slim woman walked into the dining area with a robe hanging off her shoulders and a small dress wrapped tightly around her figure. Her eyes were on Johnny. Nothing but pure anger in them. Y/N was too dismayed by Johnny's words to realize this was the woman he cheated on her with long ago.

"Wow Johnny, I didn't realize how much of a dipshit you were until now. How can someone who's in love with such a beautiful woman," she raised her hand towards Y/N "say such a thing?" Claire exclaimed in disbelief. She held up her phone with a recording. She pressed play and Johnny's words filled the room once again.

"Bunny, please don't do this. I was just angry I didn't mean it. You know that right, Y/N?" He asked, never taking his eyes off of Claire. Y/N looked at him in disgust. Claire giggled softly.

"Don't call me that. I don't like how it sounds coming from your filthy mouth. Now, get out!" She brought her finger close to the send button.

"Okay okay! I'm going. Just don't send it." Johnny watched her as he walked to the bedroom quickly grabbing his stuff and pretty much running back out "I'm leaving, Claire. Think about this okay?" He spoke as he backed up to the front door. She wiggled her fingers as he stepped out of the room, shutting the door.

Claire breathed out in relief and put the phone down on the table. She looked over at Y/N with sad eyes "You okay?" She knew Y/N should hate her for stealing Johnny from her years ago. She braced herself for the worst.

Y/N burst out in tears, she began hyperventilating. Her sobs slowly turned into laughs. Claire looked down at her in confusion. "I'm finally free. You literally saved me." She smiled through tears. "I can't thank you enough." She stood up and hugged the taller woman.

Claire hesitantly hugged her back. She smiled softly "It was bound to happen. He would crack and expose his true self. This is gonna be one of my favorites to read about." Claire spoke with a smile on her face.

Y/N pulled away softly and wiped her eyes. "You really scared him. I've never seen him so obedient to anyone other than his father." She turned to grab her stuff "But I guess it's a good thing you didn't send it. That would truly destroy their company." She spoke softly.

"Girl, I sent it the second I finished recording. It was all an act to get him out. He will get the full experience of what it's like to be hated. And it's well deserved." She grabbed her phone and showed the emails to Y/N. Many of the emails were thanking Claire for her help.

"Well what's done is done." Y/N shrugged and looked up at Claire. She wanted to hate her but after what she did for her, she couldn't bring herself to. She held out a hand "No hard feelings?"

Claire took Y/N hand in hers and shook softly "No hard feelings." She smiled softly before pulling away and sitting on the luxurious couch in the living room. She stretched out across it feeling accomplished.

"You staying in Korea?" Y/N asked curiously. The only reason she was there was because of Johnny and he was gone, so what she was going to do was beyond Y/N's thoughts. Claire thought for a moment

"I might for a little while longer. Then go to Italy or France. That idiot gave me almost one million in cash." She giggled and played with her hair. She looked at Y/N "I hope everything works out with you and this Jungkook."

"Thank you. And I hope your traveling is extravagant." She waved at Claire before leaving the hotel. She breathed in the cool night air and smiled. A whole weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she finally felt free. She was free to love and be happy with whomever she chose. Jungkook was the first name to pop into her mind. She squealed in happiness and ran back to the frat house. Johnny lunged for the phone but Claire stepped back quickly "You dare come near me and I will send this to every gossip website out to destroy you." She spoke calmly. Y/N watched with widened eyes. "Now, you're going to grab your stuff and leave this hotel. Go back to the States alone and no one will ever know of this. Okay?" Claire said with a cheeky grin.

***

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readyplayerhobi · 6 years

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Papillon

; Taehyung x Reader

; Childhood best friends to lovers/Pregnancy!AU

; Genre: Fluff, light angst

; Word Count: 15k

; Synopsis: Kim Taehyung has been a constant presence in your life for the last 25 years. The bestest friend a girl could ever want; he’s been there for you through all the good times and the bad. What happens though when you find yourself pregnant and abandoned? What happens when your best friend steps up in ways you never imagined?

; A/N: Behold! My first Tae fic...FINALLY. I struggle to write him so...I really...really hope everyone enjoys this!

Sitting on the floor with your back to the couch, you let out a deep and troubled sigh as your fingers grasp at your hair. A slight tug makes your scalp smart, but you find that it’s a lot better to focus on that pain than the thoughts that are racing through your head right now.

What were you going to do? You’d finally managed to stabilise your life, with no student loans anymore and your job finally on the up. It had taken 6 years to finally get to the position of manager in your marketing team, being the ripe age of 30. Not that there was anything wrong with 30.

And you’d felt that it was all coming together, with a great job, a great family, wonderful friends and a boyfriend that you felt could possibly be the one. You’d only been dating Jin for six months, but you’d felt that the whip smart lawyer could be the one you’d finally tie the knot with.

Finally get your parents off your back about marriage and possibly work on providing them with the grandkids they so desperately wanted.

Leaning your head back against the cushions, you stare up at the white ceiling with a dull gaze as you consider that it’s probably for the best you hadn’t gotten too in depth when planning out your future. Because who would have seen this coming?

The door opening lets you know that your roommate has finally come back from his own place of work, and the rustling of bags tells you that he’s likely brought your favourite takeout from the Chinese down the street.

“Honey! I’m hoooome!” Taehyung calls out cheerfully, his tall and broad frame walking through the door animatedly as he places the bag of food down on the coffee table in front of you. He works as an art curator in the biggest art museum in the city, and his outfits are usually pieces of art themselves.

Today, he’s wearing a pair of black slacks alongside a uniquely patterned shirt that seems to be a few sizes too big for him with floaty sleeves, yet he works it elegantly. It’s probably the fact that Taehyung has the face of a god and the body of a model that he gets away with his eccentric fashion choices.

That and the fact he’s actually really good at his job too, with an eye for art that will not only sell well, but is likely to be worth millions in the future.

Anyone that sees you together often wonders how on earth you became friends with each other. Taehyung is loud and boisterous with a bright, boxy smile that enamours everyone alongside a magnetic personality that means he makes friends wherever he goes. You, on the other hand, generally stick to jeans and a cute shirt along with being more comfortable at home than anywhere else.

You like to say that your social battery runs out during the work hours, when you’re expected to socialise and play nice with other people and businesses to bring in the big bucks. There’s no way on earth you’d be caught out with even more people after work, particularly when you live with Taehyung!

But your friendship with Taehyung is actually decades old, matured like a fine wine. You had first made friends with him when you were only four years old. He’d moved in next door when his dad had got a new job, and the boisterous young boy had demanded to be your friend when he saw your awesome princess castle.

He’d stuck by your side during all your years of school, protecting you from bullies by attracting their attention instead. And when it had come to college, it had been a natural progression that you both attend the same college whereupon you’d developed a group of mutual friends that you could lean on when necessary.

Living together after college had finished had also been a no-brainer, particularly given that you had both found jobs in the same city. For two years, Jimin had lived with you both as well. The sweet guy had been a friend Tae had made during college, who had become pretty close with you as well.

You’d even dated him for a hot minute, before realising quickly that you both worked better as friends than anything else. But the threesome of best friends had meant that there had been no hard feelings, which you were thankful for.

Out of all of your friends though, you would always proclaim Taehyung to be your closest friend. The ultimate best friend. Now and forever. He’d been the reason a few of your relationships had broken down, and vice versa in terms of him. It turns out that some people don’t like the idea of their partner having a best friend of the opposite gender, never mind living with them.

But Taehyung and you had refused to give up your friendship over the prospect of a partner. In your opinion, if they couldn’t accept the wonderful, if slightly odd, man who had been at all your most important life events, then they weren’t going to get you either.

You watch quietly as he goes into the kitchen to grab your chopsticks, preferring the use of the ones you’d both bought years ago to the ones the store gives you. He comes back over and sits down next to you on the floorboards, crossing his legs as he hands you the box of lo mein while he takes a box of kung pao shrimp, placing a sharing bag of prawn crackers between the two of you.

“Is there a particular reason we’re sat on the floor and not the perfectly good couch we saved up while sacrificing good food?” He asks, brow raising underneath his straight hair while he shoves a pile of lo mein into his mouth. In peek Tae behaviour, he’d dyed his hair platinum blonde the other week and was particularly enjoying the use of non-permanent dye to bring all sorts of colours to life on his head.

Currently, it was bubblegum pink and you watched him in silence for a few moments. His presence was unbelievably comforting, and suddenly the emotion that you’d been holding in for the last few hours came bubbling to the surface.

A sniffle is the only sound that lets Taehyung know something is wrong, and he freezes in place with his chopsticks in his mouth. Turning slowly, he looks at you in confusion, his beautiful brown eyes going wide when he sees yours beginning to fill with tears.

Immediately he’s placing his chopsticks on top of his box, which promptly goes onto the table while he wiggles around until he’s facing you completely. Reaching out, he cups your face gently as worry paints over his own at the sight of you so upset.

“Hey, hey! What’s wrong? Eevee, come on. Tell me.” His voice, so deep and calming normally is lowered even further as he attempts to soothe your frayed emotions. The nickname is decades old as well, stemming from when you’d both discovered Pokemon and become obsessed. Eevee was, and still is, your favourite Pokemon and your love for it had let to him using it as a nickname.

Leaning forward, you let your face smush his neck as you breathe in the oh so pleasant scent of your best friend, the base smell unchanging since he was a kid. Despite Taehyung’s obsession with expensive art and clothing, he was surprisingly simple when it came to himself.

Wrapping your arms around his lean waist, you contemplate for a few moments how to tell him. It shouldn’t be this hard to admit this to your best friend, particularly given it should have been much harder to tell your boyfriend. But then again, you were more worried about Taehyung’s opinion than Jin’s, which should say everything about that relationship honestly.

“I’m pregnant.”

Taehyung freezes in places, his muscles stiffening as the words penetrate and compute into his mind before he slowly pulls away from you, face carefully blank as he looks at you. “Pregnant? Are you sure? It’s not like last time right?”

He’s talking about the incident in college, when you’d been afraid that you were pregnant as your period had come late. For a young guy, he’d been surprisingly calm about the whole thing and had been the one to buy the pregnancy test for you.

It had been negative, but you’d forever appreciate how Taehyung had become your rock of stability when the waters of your life had become rough and unstable. And right now, he was doing it again by speaking carefully and logically.

Wiping at your eyes, you nod slowly before glancing down at your hands which play in your lap. “I took a pregnant test this morning. I keep being sick in the mornings so I called in today, got the day off. Took the test. It was positive.”

Taehyung is quiet before he takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, your nose wrinkling as his lo mein smelling breath hits your face. “Did you take more than one? I don’t want this to sound callous but...it might be one of those false positives right?”

“I took three to be sure. All positive. And given the morning sickness, I’m pretty positive myself.” He licks his lips as his eyes flick all over the places, his mind evidently working at a few hundreds miles a minute.

“Okay...it’s Jin’s right? I mean, you’re not the kind to cheat but I just want to-” Reaching over, you place your fingertips over his lips and he falls silent underneath your touch. Giving him a tremulous smile, you let out a shaky breath of your own.

“Yeah it’s Jin’s. That’s why I...I mean the tears...I told him. He came over on his lunch break and...I just blurted it out. Probably not the best way.” Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair, making the carefully arranged strands fly into a mess as he does so.

“He didn’t take it well.” His voice is flat, and you can tell that he’s trying to control his emotions as carefully as he can. Taehyung hadn’t liked Jin, and he hadn’t understood why you liked him. He’d thought the lawyer was too cold and vain for someone like you, who seemed to be more interested in himself than with his own girlfriend.

You wished that you could turn round and tell him that he was wrong, but after your boyfriend, or rather ex, had coldly dumped you after giving him the news, you could only admit he was right.

“No, he didn’t. He said that someone like him couldn’t be seen to be having a child out of wedlock, because that matters in today’s world you know. And that kids were not part of his life plan yet. He said that he’d pay for an abortion if I wanted it, or if I chose to keep it then he’d pay child support. Jin’s not exactly a catch, but he’s not an idiot. He knows the law.” You say wryly, snorting attractively as you feel your nose running.

Taehyung says nothing though, simply wiping away your tears as they fall with flattened lips. “He’s an ass. A giant dick. I’m gonna kick him in his dick if I see him again. What a prick. Who goes and gets a girl pregnant after only six months then says that? God, I’m gonna call him Elsa whenever I see him because what an ice queen.”

Your best friend continues to grumble on, his anger over how your ex has treated you igniting the more he talks until you lay your own hands over his. Giving him a tentative smile, you shake your head.

“No, it’s okay Tae. As much as I’d like to cry and rage about it, I’m a fully grown woman who knew the risks of sex. I’m guessing we were the unlikely percentage where a condom breaks and my birth control fails, so this pregnancy must really have been supposed to be, huh?” You joke lightly, watching as his brows fall.

“How can you joke?” He whispers, confusion laced through every word as he leans forward and rests his head against yours. “He abandoned you Eevee, sweetheart. It’s not like he left you with a dog, it’s a baby. Lifelong commitment. Why is it fair that he gets to walk away and you’re stuck?”

You appreciate that he doesn’t even question whether you’ll get rid of it, as it’s not something you’d ever consider. If you’d been younger, then sure. But you were financially stable and had already discussed the fact that you wanted kids at some point to Tae when you’d started dating Jin.

At 30, you weren’t getting younger and while it may sound a little ridiculous to think that, it was the 21st century and there were plenty of capable single mothers out there. You didn’t particularly want to be a single mom, but you would be if you had to be. It’s be fine, right?

“It’s not fair, but what can I do about it? I already had my cry earlier. Now I just...I need my best friend please. I need to...to plan. I need to plan because...well he’s made it clear he’s not staying around. I mean...god Tae, what do I do?” You almost whine at him, a sliver of panic finally appearing to break through your calm.

“Hey, come on Eevee. You’ve been calm. You’ve been so calm. You’re an adult woman and you’re not alone.” Your bravado falters at that as tears begin to fall once more, slowly tracking down your face as you finally begin to face what you’d been so strenuously avoiding. In the space of only a few hours, your relationship had fallen apart and you were going to bring a baby into the world in only a few months.

“I am. I was. It’s just...this isn’t how I imagined it TaeTae,” You whisper, pressing your forehead to his shoulder firmly as the tears drip onto his slacks. “I just...maybe I was an idiot but I always imagined having kids with the man I love standing at my side. Watching him cry when the baby is born and seeing our child grow up in his arms. But now...it’s just me.”

Tae wraps his arms around your shoulders even tighter as he begins to rock you calmingly, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair as he does so. “I’m sorry. But...you’re not alone okay? It’s not going to go how you imagined it but...life rarely does. And you are, probably the most capable person I’ve ever met.”

He pushes you until you can see his face and gives you one of his heart warming, endearing smiles that make his eyes almost disappear as his cheeks rise. It’s only then that you can see the sheen of tears in his own eyes, letting you see how much he cares for you.

“You are going to be a great mom. And you’re not going to be alone. I can’t be that guy you talked about, but I’m damn well going to be your best friend who will do anything you need. I’ll be here for you, I’ll take you to your appointments, I’ll go to those...nasal classes or whatever they’re called,” You snort at that and interrupt with ante-natal. “Whatever. The point is. I’m here for you. I will be the best damn...non dad-dad there could ever be because I do not want my best friend to flounder, not when I can help.”

Your crying even harder at that, at the earnest expression on his face and the sincere words that fall from his lips. Shaking your head, you give him a shaky smile as you try to dissuade him, despite the sheer warmth his words make you feel.

“Tae, you can’t. I mean...you’re my best friend and we live together yeah but...I can find somewhere new. Your relationships already hate me, imagine them finding out I’m pregnant and you’re doing all this? Or you trying to bring a girl home and the baby is just screaming. You have a life too TaeTae, I can’t ruin that.” You beg, not wanting to make his life harder than it is.

He’s shaking his head in turn though, wagging his finger at you sternly. “Do not. Do not do that. Don’t isolate yourself already. You are not moving out of here, and I’m not moving out. Neither of us want to, nor do we need to. If you really think I’m going to abandon my best friend just for some pussy or dick, you’re wrong.”

Tae runs his fingers through your hair lovingly before he gives you a sweet smile. “There’s not a chance on earth I’m abandoning you now. I’ve been your best friend for 25 years. Now it’s time for me to prove that and stand by your side. You don’t have Jin, but you have Taehyung and I hope he’s just as good for you. Besides, you know I love kids and a baby, in my arms??.”

He grips his chest comically while making a funny face, trying to diffuse the moment. Letting out a choked laugh, you let him before you wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze tightly as the fear of what the future will hold and the sheer love you have for your best friend combine in an odd mix. “You’re the bestest TaeTae.”

The next few weeks pass by in a bizarre mix, parts of it zooming by whereas others feel like you’re stuck wading through syrup. You’d made an appointment with your doctor the very next day and Taehyung stuck to his word, attending that appointment and every one after it.

You’d been almost bombarded with information about pregnancy and the various tests and screenings that would be required. It had been a revelation to you that you’d be asked to be tested for certain diseases and other tests that were all aimed at ensuring your baby would be born in the best health possible.

There had also been plenty of advise on your lifestyle and what would change or what would need to be changed. Dietary advice and nutritional advice for what would bring the most benefit to you and your baby, along with the supplements that would keep you going.

The nerves of going to the doctor had been a little surprising, but Taehyung had been a calming presence next to you the whole time. While your mind had been jumping onto the panic button at all the information being given to you, he had been the rational one who had asked questions you wouldn’t have even considered.

What would you be advised to give up during your pregnancy? Alcohol and caffeine were no brainers - though apparently a little caffeine was okay -, but you’d been surprised to discover that it was recommended for you to give up certain cheeses along with random things like paté and liver.

It had been a little awkward when the doctor had given a smile to you both when he’d said that sex was still okay. You hadn’t even had to look at Taehyung to see the grin that he was sporting at that, and you’d half felt like pushing him off the chair.

That would have looked just a little immature though, and you’d been hoping to paint the image of someone who was totally prepared to have a baby. Because you totally weren’t, but the doctor hadn’t needed to know that.

The appointment had been rudimentary, yet it had seemed to be eye opening to Taehyung. That weekend, you’d come back from visiting your parents to break the news to find him sat on the couch with his nose firmly in a book.

Taehyung wasn’t particularly fond of reading normal books, he enjoyed his comics and manga but felt that fiction books took too much time. So it had been a surprise to find him reading what looked to be a whole tome, but a little bending over had let you see the cover.

He’d been reading a book about pregnancy, which had thrown you for a loop. It was such an expectant dad thing to do, causing you to go into the kitchen with a fuzzy feeling in your stomach at the knowledge he was genuinely trying.

As a result of the book, Taehyung had become a fountain of pregnancy related knowledge. He’d taken to cooking meals that were filled with all the nutrition you needed, which had you sitting and watching him with amusement as he wasn’t the greatest cook in the world.

His enthusiasm was adorable, but you were pretty positive he’d get tired of putting in so much effort quicker rather than later. But you’d enjoy it for now and you’d be the first to admit that his excitement was infectious.

It was purely thanks to him that you were actually kind of looking forward to this baby being born, if only to see his bright grin of happiness at getting to hold his nephew. Because Taehyung was totally going to be uncle number one.

Right now, you’re at week 9 in your pregnancy and about to have your first ultrasound. Your work was okay with your pregnancy, though they had no choice really, and you’d managed to get the afternoon off to head to your scan with relatively little fight.

You’re currently laid back in the couch thing they use, with your shirt lifted up and the top of your jeans pushed down. The sonographer is sat in the chair next to you while Taehyung sits on the other side, holding your hand tightly.

It’s stupid to worry, but you’ve been anxious that the scan might find something wrong. Or what if your baby had stopped growing? There was so many things that had run through your mind that you’d spent the night not sleeping until you’d finally got up to get into bed with Tae.

He’d been both tired and confused, but when you’d blurted out all your worries to him about what could be wrong, he’d simply wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in tight. The comforting smell of your best friend had overwhelmed you while his hands had run along your back in gentle and soothing movements.

Taehyung had been half asleep, but he’d still managed to tell you that there probably wouldn’t be anything wrong but that it was likely natural to worry. Though your fears hadn’t vanished, just the comfort of being in his arms and his calming nature had been enough to allow you to drift into a, thankfully, dreamless sleep.

As such, his hand in yours right now is yet another balm to your soul. It’s easy to see how he manages to deal in art that is worth thousands, sometimes millions, right now with his placid nature.

The sonographer gives you an amiable smile as he turns on the machine, explaining what the scan should show along with what he’ll be checking for. “I’m going to put some ultrasound gel on your stomach now okay? It might be a little cold and ticklish, but that’s okay.”

You nod and watch as he squirts the gel onto your belly before grabbing the probe and pressing it down firmly. Eye flicking to the screen, you both watch with baited breath as it flickers and shows some odd images. Until suddenly, there’s a shape you vaguely recognise from seeing other people’s ultrasounds.

Immediately, you go numb for a moment before reaching out and looking at the sonographer with wide eyes. He smiles brightly as he nods. “Yep, that’s your baby. Looking pretty healthy too. Baby has everything it should have at this point and I can’t see anything that might be a cause for worry. Do you want to hear the heartbeat too?”

You’re nodding before he’s even finished, suddenly desperate to hear that your baby is alive. It’s good being told that it’s okay, but a heartbeat says that it’s alive and here. He smiles before pressing something on the screen and shifting the probe around more before a rapid beat echoes in the room, the tiny thumps making you think of the fluttering of a hummingbird's wings bizarrely.

Pressing your hand to your mouth, a film of tears appears in your eyes as you listen to the sound of your baby living. Growing happily and safely inside your stomach. Even though you’d logically known that you’re growing a life inside you, it apparently had never properly clicked until this moment.

Looking at Taehyung, you note with fascination the tears in his own eyes as well. When his gaze catches yours, he gives you his brilliant smile before reaching out and wiping away your own tears. “Wow. My best friend is really going to be a mommy.”

The sheer love and adoration on his face and in his voice makes you choke up, causing you to look at the sonographer instead. He smiles at the two of you before going on to explain some more things to you and you listen intently.

Once he’s about to finish, you finally get the courage to ask shyly. “Can I get a picture?” He nods and presses a button on the screen, letting you know that you can pick it up at the reception desk.

After that, it’s simply a case of wiping your belly clean before making yourself look presentable again. You thank the sonographer once more before leaving to the reception, stopping by the desk where the happy receptionist brings out your picture.

She hands it to you, letting you see the black and white representation of your child and you hold it like the world’s most important treasure. It’s only from the corner of your eye that you notice her give Taehyung one as well, and his raised brows say the question for him.

“One for mommy and one for daddy.” She says with a bright, customer friendly smile. Taehyung opens his mouth to correct her but you rest your hand on his elbow, shaking your head slightly. He frowns in confusion before acknowledging your request.

As you leave, he looks at you quizzically and you just give him a soft smile. “I think the guy who’s taking on such an important role should get to keep a picture right?” Pushing away from him, you head towards your car and unlock it. You completely miss the way he grips the picture tighter and takes a shaky breath.

At week 15, you’ve developed a small bump that is beginning to become visible to everyone. Taehyung had been beyond excited when he realised, and you found it strange to see your stomach slowly expanding. The tightness of your jeans was particularly unwanted though, and you dreaded having to buy a whole new wardrobe just to accommodate your pregnant body.

Today, you’d gone grocery shopping to fill the cupboards that were becoming rapidly depleted. Taehyung had come along to make sure you were getting the right stuff, he meant well truly, and he’d dragged Jimin along, ruining their weekly gaming night.

Jimin had been shocked at finding out about your unplanned pregnancy, but had shown his own best friend colours by telling you that he’d be there for you if needed. It made you want to cry sometimes when you thought about how lucky you were to have such phenomenal friends.

But right now, Jimin was kind of being a bad friend by trying to convince you to buy junk food. Normally, you ate pretty healthily and only indulged in things on the odd occasion. However you currently had Jimin wrapped around your frame to point out the bags of chips that lined the shelves, or the bars of chocolate opposite.

“Come on. You’re eating for two right? So what does it matter?” He whines at you, making you wonder whether he was wanting you to buy the snacks for yourself or so he could steal them. Raising a brow at him, you shake your head with a smile as you grab a jumbo bag of Doritos and place it into the cart.

“For you, greedy. I’m not at the stage of craving things yet. At least I think.” You muse, wondering when exactly that is supposed to start. As far as you were aware, you hadn’t experienced any but you were almost hoping to later on. What’s a pregnancy without getting some sort of craving right?

Jimin snickers however, following along with that loping swagger of his. It’s almost unfair how beautiful Taehyung and him are, and you eye him for a moment. Skin tight black jeans adorn his defined thighs while a stylish black leather jacket is draped over his shoulders, topping a white shirt while a maroon beanie is placed over his dark hair.

He’s always been the most stylish mother fucker in the room, and you desperately wish you could have his fashion sense. Unfortunately, it comes with a few thousand dollar price tag and you most definitely can’t afford that. Particularly now.

Turning around the aisle, you stop as you spy Taehyung stood further down as he looks between the two bottles in his hand. The sign above says that this is the nutrition aisle, and you watch with a fond smile at the frown of concentration on his brow.

Jimin pauses next to you, dumping the bag of gummy bears he’d picked up into the cart before looking at Taehyung as well. Smiling softly, he lets out a breathy laugh as he slings an arm over your shoulders.

“You know, he’s really excited about all this. More excited than I think he should be.” He murmurs quietly, so as not to bring attention to the both of you. Looking up at him, your brows dip together questioningly.

“What do you mean?” His face becomes serious and you feel your stomach flip at the sight. Jimin is the person who knows Taehyung the best outside of you, and in ways that only guys can know. Despite being best friends for so long, there’s some things that you and Tae have never discussed.

“Just...be careful with him okay? You know Taehyung. He feels strongly in ways people normally don’t. He’s...you know he’s going to get attached. Hell, he keeps that ultrasound picture in his wallet.” Running your hand over your stomach, you stroke the bump that contains your teeny, tiny baby and ruminate over Jimin’s words.

Taehyung has always loved deeply and strongly. It’s what makes him the perfect best friend as he’s so unbelievably loyal, but it also means he gets hurt so easily. You’ve lost count of the partners he’s fallen for that have broken this special soul.

“I’m not...I’m not going to leave him or anything. I mean...not that we’re in a relationship,” You flush at that, even though it’s a question you both deflect often. But it feels a bit awkward now. “He’s my best friend Jimin, I’m not just going to abandon him. Especially not now. I...god I hate to admit it, but I need him.”

Jimin smiles brightly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know. But...be careful okay? You deserve happiness, and if a guy comes along and makes you happy then I’ll support that. But Tae...it’ll be hard for him to let you and the baby go in that case. Look at him. He’s acting like a dad, not a BFF.”

You stand in shocked silence at that, turning back to Tae who finally spots you both. Immediately, a brilliant smile takes over his face as he holds up the bottles. “Which one do you think you should have? Both have all the nutrients you need…”

He continues on and you simply watch him, feeling Jimin’s warmth next to you and anchoring you in the present. “I get what you mean Jimin, but he’s not stupid. He knows the lines. Maybe I’m being selfish but...I guess I’m glad someone is willing to act like a dad, you know?”

Walking forwards, you leave Jimin to watch you both as you take both bottles from Taehyung’s hands and read the labels yourself. You don’t see the way Jimin’s gaze trains on the both of you, focusing on the way Taehyung’s hand rests on your lower back while you almost lean into him.

He’s well aware that the two of you harbour no romantic feelings towards each other right now, and yet if anyone looked right now, they’d think exactly that. A boyfriend, being caring and supportive towards his pregnant girlfriend. “Oh Tae. Please don’t get too hurt.”

Looking over the ante-natal class acceptance email, you carefully input the class details into your shared calendar with Taehyung. He’d found a whole list of classes that would suit you and were at times that both you and he could attend. It had taken a quick query to get some dates confirmed, but you were pleased that you’d sorted that out before it would become impossible.

You seemed to have pregnancy brain lately, which often meant you’d forget the simplest things. It was incredibly annoying, even if it made Taehyung chuckle.

The classes weren’t going to be until towards the latter half of your pregnancy, giving you plenty of time to get prepared and research on what you could expect from them. Leaning back in your chair, you let out a deep breath and wince while rubbing your lower back slowly, hating the backache you seem to be plagued with lately.

The nausea had vanished a few weeks ago, but now you seemed to be reaping the bad sides of growing another human inside you with the almost constant backache. Not to mention your boobs that were growing. Some guys might think that’s great, but it just seemed to be adding to the aches and pains you were getting.

And you were going to have to buy new bras dammit!

But overall, things were going pretty well. You’d had another ultrasound last week at 16 weeks and had been given the all clear once more. Taehyung had wondered if you would try to find out the sex, but you were determined for it to be a surprise. What if they told you and it turned out to be wrong?

The door slamming closed distracts you from your laptop and you roll your head on the back of the couch to watch for Taehyung walking in. He does so quickly, with a bag in his hands and you’re momentarily reminded of when you’d told him. This time, he’s actually wearing a pair of jeans along with a white button up shirt but it’s the carton of ice cream in his hands that you care about most.

Reaching out, you perform grabby hands and he chuckles lightly as he flops onto the cushion next to you, one leg curled up under the other. Holding it in front of your face, he dances it for a few moments before placing it into your hands with the spoon he’d grabbed from the kitchen.

“You’re lucky. That’s the last Chunky Monkey they had in the store.” He says, a boyish smile taking over his face while his eyes crinkle in happiness as you delve into it. Leaning into your space, you watch as his blonde locks take up your field of vision while he takes a look at your laptop screen.

“Oooh, the classes are booked?” He takes the laptop from you and scrolls through the calendar before clicking onto the email. You shuffle closer to him and lean against his solid arm, resting your head on his warm shoulder while you continue to spoon ice cream into your mouth.

“This is good, I can work around these for you. Oh, and your mom called me because apparently someone’s phone died?” He teases, wrapping an arm around your own shoulders before he pokes at your ribs gently. You wriggle and pout, eyes flickering to the black screen of your smartphone on the coffee table.

“She wants to know if we’re going to theirs for dinner on Sunday. I think they want to get baby updates too or something, I don’t know. Or maybe she just wants to see my handsome face. And we can see my parents too!” He grins cheekily, placing one hand on his face in half a flowerboy pose.

Laughing, you nod in acknowledgement and watch as he begins to text your mom one handed. Your parents love Taehyung, and they’d been both happy and unbelievably choked up when they’d found out he was stepping up where Jin had failed. His own parents had been an odd mix of pride that he was such a good person and trepidation at the fact he was willingly giving up a lot for you. Which was understandable.

Given they still lived next to each other, it was only logical that you could both see your parents while giving them baby updates. You knew that Tae had excitedly sent pictures of the ultrasound to his parents.

Jimin’s words from weeks ago pass through your mind as you watch him play on his phone quietly and a hint of a frown touches your brows. Given how close Taehyung was being to this pregnancy, were his parents confused as to whether they should feel closer to you and the baby? Or were they just ignoring it and hoping their son wouldn’t throw his life away too?

“We should decide on the nursery by the way. I mean...we don’t have actually have space in this place for one. We’ve only got our bedrooms so...what do we do? Do you want to look for somewhere new?” He asks suddenly, dropping his phone into his lap while shifting slightly to look at you.

He’s close at this point, with his warm, chocolate eyes focused firmly on you. His wispy blonde hair covers the dark, serious brows and without even thinking you move his hair away to let them free. Taehyung’s always had a strong brow, and it’s almost frightening how he changes from cute with a fringe to walking sex when his forehead is free.

It was his go to look when he was going out and there’s a bizarre moment where you wonder what Taehyung’s child would look like. He has a superior bone structure, and you wondered if his kids would inherit it as well. There’s almost a slight pang in your heart at the knowledge your baby won’t have it.

Shaking your head, you look away from his serious gaze and rest your palm against your racing heart, wondering why you’re getting those weird thoughts and feelings.

“Err...no. We can’t afford a place with three rooms. Not without getting another job. And I’m going to be on maternity so we’ll be earning even less. I think this is probably the most we can afford. I can just...put the crib in my room.” Taehyung looks at your closely with raised brows.

“Really? Your baby is going to need space on its own at some point. Kids need their own space. And parents definitely need their own. You can take my room, I’ll just...use the couch until we can get a bigger place.” He offers and you recoil, appalled that he could be okay with the idea of sleeping on the couch for months on end.

“No way! You can’t give up your room Tae! How is that fair?” You pout at him, nuzzling your head into his neck. He laughs quietly and rubs your shoulder gently, pressing his nose into your hair.

“Okay...compromise then. We get rid of my bed, we put two singles in my room. And we try to save money so that we can get a bigger place. No one sleeps on the couch. Sound good?” You stay quiet for a moment as the carton of ice cream makes your thigh almost numb from the cold, but you’re too busy drawing silly patterns on his own thigh.

“What about your love life? I’m sure they’re going to be real happy coming back to find another woman in your room and a baby in the apartment.” Taehyung snorts at that and lifts up your chin with the tips of his fingers, giving you a sardonic look.

“Do you genuinely think I’m going to get my dick wet in this apartment when your baby is here? No way. Eww…this is your baby’s home just as much as yours and mine. I’d never do that to you.” You scan his face and note how completely earnest his expression is. Whether that means he’s just not going to get laid, or he’s just not bringing them back, you feel an odd sense of gratitude towards him.

“Okay. We turn my room into a nursery. But we’ll sort your room out at a later point okay? I don’t think we really have the money to buy two single beds right now.” You murmur and he nods slowly, his fingers finding your own and twining with them slowly. Smiling, you bump your head against his shoulder as you admire his long and elegant fingers that dance with your own.

“Awesome. Can I decorate it?” Taehyung’s voice is quiet and deep, yet you can practically hear the excitement vibrating in it. Laughing lightly you nod, wondering what he’d be planning. He knew that you wanted it gender neutral, but that could encompass anything and Taehyung was a phenomenal artist himself.

Watching him as he begins to become even more animated than normal as he explains his ideas, hand gesturing while his eyes light up with inspiration. A soft smile paints itself onto your lips as you feel a completely sense of contentment and happiness wash over you.

Taehyung is always handsome, but when he talks about something he’s passionate about he becomes quite possibly the most beautiful man in the world.

A sudden influx of emotion tightens your lungs as you watch him and you frown, rubbing at your chest slowly before you feel little bubbles erupt in your stomach. Your hand moves down to your stomach idly until it happens again and you suddenly jerk in Taehyung’s arm, causing him to stop and look at you with an anxious frown.

“What is it? What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” The questions come thick and fast, peppered into the conversation like tiny bullets of worry and you shake your head slowly. Running your hand over your bump, you smile as you feel the slightest movement in your tummy and immediately grab his own to place it over your firm stomach.

“What are yo-...” He stops suddenly, eyes widening almost comically while his jaw drops. He obviously can’t feel it but you can tell that he understands what you’re feeling, as the little smattering of bubbles ignites in your stomach again. “Oh my god. Is that...is it moving?” Taehyung whispers reverently, looking at your expanding belly with a sense of wonder and awe.

You nod slowly, the smile spreading on your own face when he’s suddenly laughing out loud and his own grin taking over his whole face. “Oh my god! That’s so...I mean it...sweetheart that’s...oh my god!” He can’t even get his words out as he fingers stroke the soft skin of your hardened belly.

Anything you might say vanishes when he suddenly cups your face and begins to kiss all over, his soft lips pressing to your cheeks, your forehead, your temples and even your eyes in his excitement. The giggles you let out are high pitched and full of cheer as he does so, the two of you experiencing something intimate and heart warming.

As he wraps his arms around your neck and hugs you tightly, even more kisses being pressed to your hair, you feel a warm feeling of bliss take over your body as his embrace. At least you never have to worry about your baby being loved.

A ruckus by the door interrupts your sleep from where you’d been dozing on the couch and you jerk slightly, sluggishly pushing yourself up onto your elbow while rubbing at your eyes. At 30 weeks pregnant, you felt tired a lot and often end up napping wherever you were, which was exactly what had happened when you’d sat down to rest for a few moments.

Loud voices soon follow and you blink blearily as Taehyung enters the room, holding a big box while Jungkook and Jimin follow soon after with their arms laden with boxes and bags. For a moment, your eyes track their bulging biceps with intrigue, noting that they’re just wearing plain t-shirts today.

It’s only then that you realise they both look remarkably casual which has you frowning slightly. Running a hand over your stomach, you see that even Jimin is just wearing a pair of grey sweats that pair with his white shirt nicely. But it’s Taehyung’s exceptionally lazy look that has your brows raising in surprise.

“What are you doing?” You ask, pushing yourself up off the couch and heading over to them. A tiny little tapping in your belly lets you know that your baby currently has hiccups and you tap in response happily, giving a soft, secretive smile.

Glancing back up, you note Taehyung’s eyes focused on you intently for a moment, gaze on your hand before it flickers back up to your eyes. Immediately he’s beaming at you as he holds up the box in his hand.

“The crib arrived! I got the email this morning so I asked if these two were free so we can do the nursery now if that’s okay?” He asks, a brow quirking in question as his head tilts endearingly. Smiling at him, you nod happily.

Immediately, the three head into your room and you stand in the doorway as you watch. You’d cleared out your room a few days ago with Taehyung’s help. Okay, it was mainly Taehyung clearing it out for you while you directed him but still. It was pretty much empty and ready to be turned into the room for your baby.

For now, you were sharing a bed with Taehyung until you both scrounged up the money to buy single beds. You’d both done it plenty enough over the years that it wasn’t too weird, but he got a little squirmy at the idea of accidentally hurting the baby or something in his sleep.

If anything, all he’d done was end up wrapped around your body tightly as he slept. Every morning, you’d woken up to him touching you in some way. Whether it was curled around you, his front to your chest or simply with his hand resting on your stomach while he slept on his side. It was adorable and you spent a few minutes every morning, just enjoying the peaceful and calming experience.

“Okay, let’s build the crib first and then we’ll move it into the centre of the room and paint the walls yeah?” Jimin says, a hand on his hip as he looks around. Jungkook produces a bunch of painting tools from one of the bags before pulling out a tin of paint. Heading over, you take the tin and turn it in your hands, a pleased smile taking over at the soft yellow colour.

You’d both discussed what colour the nursery should be and it was pleasant to note he’d managed to pick the perfect colour that would be perfect for either a baby boy or a baby girl. Suddenly, Taehyung is bounding up to you and gently pushing you out, his hand running along the small of your back with soft movements.

“You need to leave, I don’t know what paint fumes will do to you or something. You keep getting sick from random smells so...maybe you could go take a walk or something?” Considering him for a moment, you sigh barely nodding and heading over to the entranceway. He goes with you and helps you into your shoes, tying up the laces before looking up at you with a big, gummy smile. “Be careful. I’ll text when we’re done.”

Taehyung closes the door behind you carefully and you stare at it for a moment before heading out, wondering where you could go for a few hours. Somewhere where there’s plenty of places to sit, as you often find yourself getting a little tired lately and you decide on the local farmers market.

It’s a small place that you’d both discovered a few months after moving in and it had been a true haven of cheap, yet good quality, vegetables and fruit that were cheaper than the supermarkets surprisingly. There were also stalls that sold handmade items of various styles, and it’s here that you discover an adorable fluffy blanket that you know would look perfect in the baby’s crib.

It’s a soft yellow with tiny fluffy kittens and puppies bounding around while little stars and moons dot the spaces inbetween them. You have basically zero willpower when you see it and find yourself handing over money immediately while the stall owner folds it and places it into a bag for you.

Another stall finds you buying a bunch of tiny kitten and puppy figurines that are stylised from wood and painted so carefully, figuring that you could decorate a dresser with them and another produces a cute mobile that will hang carefully. It’s a bunch of tiny planets and stars, and you like the idea of your baby being able to see stars when they wake up.

It’s only when you realise that your shoulders are aching from the weight of the bags that you wonder if you should head back. It’d taken you half an hour to walk here, and the prospect of walking back is daunting.

Glancing over to the food stalls, you bite your lip and decide that you’ll make the guys your famous tomato chilli pasta and garlic bread. You seemed to have avoided the heartburn that spicy food could apparently cause in pregnant women, and you had a sudden craving for the delicious looking, fresh chillies on display.

A quick visit to all the different stalls found you with even more bags, full of fresh vegetables and meat. With a satisfied smile, you walk back to your apartment with slow steps and an aching back. In fact, by the time you finally place the bags on the kitchen counter, you’re pressing on your back firmly with a wince.

“What are you doing! Oh my god! Did you walk the whole way here with those bags? Why didn’t you call me? Or call a taxi?!” Taehyung frets over you, his hands fluttering along your stomach before he’s rubbing at your back. You can’t even find it in yourself to get annoyed at his fussing when his hands feel so good and when he presses on a particular spot, you let out a soft moan as you lean back into him.

“I thought I’d be okay. But look! I got stuff for chilli pasta and look at all the cute baby things I bought.” You gush, pulling out the items one after another carefully. Immediately Taehyung is looking them all over, running his fingers over the soft blanket while he looks at the figures closely with an excited smile.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he grins brightly as presses a kiss to your hair. “Oh my god! This is gonna match the nursery perfectly. Come and look! We’ve almost finished painting it and then Jungkook and I are gonna paint a mural or something on it.”

He tugs you over to the room by your hand, his fingers entwined with your own and you gape at the room with incredulous eyes. The once cream coloured walls are now a soft yellow that is cheerful and calming while the white crib Taehyung and you had picked out is fully built in the centre.

Running back to the kitchen, you come back and carefully place it onto the tiny mattress while Taehyung sets up the mobile at the edge. Once finished, you both step back while his arm wraps around your waist once more, the edges of his fingers rubbing along your bump lovingly as your heart clenches with emotion.

“It looks perfect Tae!” You whisper, hugging him as tightly as your belly will let you. The room stinks of paint and it makes you feel the slightest bit nauseous while you watch Jungkook put the finishing touches on the wall he’s painting.

The younger man has an endearing blob of yellow paint on his cheek and you giggle lightly at it before noting the prim and proper Jimin is currently daubed in paint all over his body. He stands up from where he’d been crouched before coming over and taking your hand with a friendly smile.

“Let’s go cook yeah? It stinks in here and I have no artistic skill.” He teases, sticking his tongue out at the other two as Jungkook gives him a sarcastic salute. In the kitchen, Jimin begins to take all the pots and pans that you’ll need to cook out from their hiding places before pulling the ingredients out of the bags.

You take over cutting the vegetables to make the sauce while he begins to cook the minced beef, turning it over to ensure it’s browning nicely. The atmosphere is quiet, yet you can feel a little tension in him for some reason.

“Is something wrong?” You ask quietly, voice a little unsure as to what his reaction is going to be. While he’d been nothing but supportive of you during your pregnancy, there had always been something about Jimin that made it feel like he wasn’t being approving.

He turns over the meat in silence before letting out a sigh so deep, his shoulders physically fall as he grips either side of the stove. “Yes. And no.” Is all he says and you frown in confusion, wondering what’s wrong with him.

Placing the knife in your hands down, you head over and placed a hand against his arm in worry, running your fingers along him reassuringly. “Is it anything I can help with?”

Jimin stays silent for a moment before letting out a slightly strained laugh, shaking his head until his hair falls into his eyes. You’re not sure what to say until he tips his head back, the lean column of his neck all you can see for a moment as he showcases an expanse of golden skin.

“You’re going to destroy him. You know that?” It’s said so quietly that you almost don’t hear and you have to lean forward, until you register the words. Stilling, you note that he looks at you with a combination of love and exasperation.

Jimin points at your stomach before his eyes track back up to yours, holding your gaze firmly. “That is something we are all excited for. Jungkook, me, your parents, your friends. But Taehyung especially. But that is not his child. And the more that you continue to let this happen, the more it is going to hurt him when something happens.”

You step back away from him in shock at that, a hand placed over your stomach protectively as your brows almost meet in your befuddlement. “What do you mean? Why? What would happen?”

He laughs lightly and shakes his head once more, turning to face you. “I saw you both. In here. The way he holds you. The way he looks at you. That is more than someone should be feeling for their friend, and it scares me for him. You’re not treating him like your best friend anymore. You’re treating him like the father of your child. You even let him pick the name for god’s sake.”

An instant flashback to the night that you’d presented him with the list of boy and girl names you’d decided on runs through your head. You’d spent weeks on the list, finally coming up with five each that could be used, but you were stuck after that.

“Here. What do you think about these names?” You ask, thrusting your phone screen in Taehyung’s face abruptly. He lets out a noise of disgruntlement when you interrupt his game but pauses amiably, taking the phone from you to read through them.

Once done, he looks at you with barely contained excitement, his eyes practically sparkling with happiness. “You’ve got a short list? Already?!”

At that, you playfully slap his arm. “What do you mean, already? I’m 29 weeks! There’s like...11 weeks left until the baby arrives, as long as it arrives on time and not early! Anyway, I can’t pick one out of those. I like them all. I could have any of them.” You mumble, leaning your head against his shoulder while you wrap your arms around his own arm.

The rumble of his laugh vibrates through to you and you can’t help but smile at the lovely sound. “Okay? So what do you want me to do?” He asks jovially, scrolling back to the top of the list of names and reading through them again.

For a moment, you say nothing and bite your lip as you let the background music of his game fill the silence between you both. Inhaling, you finally decide to just ask. “I want you to pick.”

Immediately, he stiffens in your arms before looking at you with eyes that are like plates. “What? You want me...to pick the name of your baby??” He asks, his voice laced with more than just a little incredulousness.

“Yeah. I mean. I know I’m going to be a single mom but...you’ve been with me through it all. Normally, it would be me deciding with the dad. But the dad doesn’t want to be here so...I want you to decide with me.” Taehyung is thrown for a loop as he looks back at the phone, staring at the names with new eyes.

“Eevee, sweetheart. That’s...that’s a big thing.” He sounds almost choked with emotion, the knowledge that you’d let him do something as big as choosing the name of your child. The name your child would likely have for its entire life.

Nuzzling your face into his neck, you press a gentle kiss to the soft skin there before smiling to yourself. “Yes it is. And I can’t think of anyone better than you, Kim Taehyung.”

You can’t see him, but you feel him swallowing thickly and you have no doubt that he’s probably got tears about to fall at your words. Your best friend has always been the sentimental type, and something like this is sure to get his waterworks going.

“Okay then...I pick…”

“Well...yeah. He’s been a huge help Jimin. That’s the least I could have done to thank him for being here for me.” You mutter, arms wrapping around yourself protectively. He notes your stance and sighs, reaching forward to bring you into his arms gently.

“I get that. I do. And he really is. But you...the two of have always been so close. Like, there’s no surprise that every relationship had issues because of your friendship. But this? This is a whole new level. You’re not acting like best friends anymore. You’re acting like two people who are very much in love with each other.” Recoiling at his words, you try to pull out of his arms only to find his hands resting on your shoulders firmly.

“Think. Think hard on this. Please. You need to decide if you’re in love with him because you genuinely love Kim Taehyung. And by that, I mean that you want to be with him romantically, build a life together because it sure as hell looks like you are now. Or...you need to decide if you just love the idea of a having a father for your child.” You succeed at breaking free from him at that point, moving away from him with a conflicted expression.

Opening your mouth to speak, he shakes his head firmly and points at you. “No. You need to listen. Someone needs to say something before it gets too much. I understand if you’re wanting a father. Jin abandoned you, and you’ve never really wanted to raise a kid alone. And Taehyung will be more than willing to be that father if you need him to be. But you have to consider him too. That man has feelings for you, that are not platonic and they are not sympathetic. Not anymore. He has feelings that have nothing to do with that baby.”

Turning to the vegetables you’re cutting, you frown deeply as tears slowly begin to fall down your face. The silence is almost deafening and your hand presses to your chest firmly, rubbing at the space where your heart clenches in a combination of pain and panic.

The warm presence of Jimin suddenly presses to your back as he wraps his arms around your front, resting his head against your own in a manner that’s surprisingly comforting despite his words. “Hey. I’m not saying it to hurt you. I’m saying it to make you realise. Taehyung has never wanted to date you, but I’m 99% positive he would’ve never said no either.”

Placing a hand over one of Jimin’s own, you rub at the soft skin quietly as your mind races to catch up with everything. Finally you speak, letting your voice crack slightly with emotion. “What if you’re wrong though? And he just wants to be a dad without the relationship drama?”

Jimin laughs behind you, his body jerking against your own while your hair blows from his breath. “Believe me. With the way he looks at you now, that’s not an issue. I just...need you to know. To think. What happens if he thinks of himself as the father of your child, only for you to find some guy who takes that position? He’s setting himself up for hurt, and I don’t want that. Just as much as I don’t want you to get hurt either. You both need to sort this out, before the baby arrives.”

Anything you might say after that vanishes as you hear the outraged yell of Jungkook from the nursery, followed quickly by the mischievous laughter of Taehyung. Your stomach bubbles slightly, the feeling nothing to do with your baby for once as you consider Jimin’s words.

Maybe it’s because you didn’t want to look at it, but you’d purposefully avoided the way you’d both become more intimate over the previous months. The way platonic, quick touches slowly became more and friendly gazes became longing glances. The way you’d become more intimate with each other without even realising, the cuddles and the innocent kisses on arms, hands, necks and temples.

Becoming friends with Taehyung had been incredibly easy, sliding into the best friend role with Taehyung had been the simplest thing in the world. You shouldn’t have been surprised that crossing that romantic line had also been as straightforward as everything else in your relationship.

Now, you just had to decide if you wanted to try and cross that finally boundary officially. To see if Taehyung really did have these feelings that Jimin thought he did. To see if he wanted to have you as more than just a friend. Even though you were pregnant with another man’s child, you had to find out if he wanted you and your child.

Ironically, even though you were preparing to bring a child into the world in a few weeks, you found that this was perhaps the scariest thing you would ever do.

It’s two weeks later that you finally pluck the courage to ask Taehyung on a date. But you’re so nervy and worried about his reaction, the possible reaction making you feel as queasy as you had during your morning sickness, that you’re half tempted to call it off.

To make it even worse, you were pretty sure that he had no idea that this was even a date. Which was probably because you’d just mumbled out a request for him to go to the movies with you and then have dinner. It felt unbelievably childish for someone who was 30, but you couldn’t think of anything better.

If anything, the movie would at least let you have a solid two hours to build up the courage to ask. Which is exactly what you’d done, letting him eat the entire bag of popcorn to himself. It couldn’t be that hard to confess you were in love with someone, surely?

‘Hey Tae, I know I’m knocked up with another man’s child, but do you want to be my boyfriend?’ No that’s dumb.

‘So, I think I’m in love with you and was wondering if you are too?’ Wow, presumptuous much?

‘Would you be my boyfriend?’ Jesus, what were you? Twelve?

“Hellooooo? Are we leaving? I’m pretty sure this film has no after-credits scenes.” Taehyung says, waving his hand in front of your face. It’s only then that you realise the film has finished and you’d been staring blankly at the screen as the credits roll up.

“Oh, err...sorry. Pregnancy brain.” You smile, waving a hand in the air as you thank the baby in your belly for the excuse. Following him out of the theatre, you have to work hard to regulate your breathing as your hands shake when you enter the restaurant you’d both decided on.

There’s a bit of a wait, and you sit on the complimentary couch while Taehyung goes to grab you both drinks. It’s a nice restaurant, not too fancy, and you’re pleased that no one seems to be judging you by the lack of wedding band and prominent bump.

Still though, you’re deep in your mind as you contemplate what to say to your best friend to possibly move your relationship forward, you’re paralysed by the fear that you could be wrong. What if he didn’t want to be with you? What if you make a fool of yourself so badly that he decides to move out?

What if it all goes wrong?

You’re so in your own head that you don’t even notice the person sitting next to you until he suddenly waves a hand in your face. It reminds you so much of Taehyung that you look up with a smile until you register the face with a slight curdling feeling in your stomach.

“Jin.” Is all you can say, as it’s all you can get out right then. You never expected to see him again, much less in this random restaurant. A hand rests protectively on your stomach as you lean away from him while you look for Taehyung a little desperately, wanting to get away from your ex as quickly as possible.

“Yeah. Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here. I’m here with a few work colleagues and just saw you. I mean...you’re pretty big now.” Immediately you’re scowling and he’s holding his hands up, cringing slightly. “I didn’t mean it badly. I just...you look good.”

You don’t respond and simply stay silent as you stare at him, wanting him to just go away and leave you alone. Jin had his chance, and he lost it. Even just the sight of him makes your stomach turn with anger, though part of you tracks over his face and wonders what part of him your child will get.

“I’m not looking to suddenly push myself into your life. I still...don’t want kids. And I know, I’m a dick.” He pauses and looks at you seriously. “I’ll pay my child support, just let me know when it’s born.”

Standing up abruptly, you look at him with a carefully blank expression despite the fire bubbling inside you. “I’m sorry Jin, I can’t do this right now. I just...not now.” You whisper, conflicted as to how you were supposed to feel. How on earth had you ever found this man attractive?

He was attractive, yes. But so was Taehyung. And Taehyung had the sweetest, most beautiful soul in the world to match it. Jin was just...he was wrong. Laughing slightly, you ignore Jin’s raised brow as you realise that you had almost walked blindly into a bad situation with Jin.

Once, you’d thought he might be the one. Now you knew that he wasn’t even on the list. You weren’t interested in causing an incident here with him though, and instead you turn round to find Taehyung.

To find him staring at you with wide eyes, and oddly hurt look on his face as his gaze flickers between you and the man sat behind you. Stepping forwards towards him for a moment, you reach out and watch as he places the drinks in his hands on a random table before moving over to you.

“Can we just leave? Let’s order takeout.” He mutters, taking your hand and leaving the restaurant quickly. You don’t even get chance to say anything to him as you follow him out, turning your head to watch as Jin follows your movements with a curiously satisfied expression.

“Tae...what’s wrong?” You ask, confusion riddled in your voice at his actions. You’ve not been his best friend for over 26 years for no reason, and you can tell that he’s upset over something. Though what, you have no idea.

He gives you no response until you’re both safely in your apartment again, you toeing off your shoes before sitting on the couch with a heavy exhale. Taehyung stands at the entrance and watches you quietly as your head hits the back, eyes closing as a wave of tiredness suddenly takes over.

You don’t hear him as he pads over, his sock laden feet ghosting over the floorboard, but you do feel him as the couch dips next to you. The atmosphere is oddly tense, and you recognise that it has nothing to do with your anxious, hopeful feelings. It has everything to do with whatever has annoyed Taehyung.

And it normally takes a lot to annoy Taehyung.

Opening your eyes slowly, you blink bearily before looking over at your best friend. He’d dyed his hair back to black a few weeks ago and it’s almost strange to see him with his natural hair now, the colouring making his skin glow even more.

In the soft lighting of the lamp that you’d turned on next to the couch, you look over his face with interest. He’d always been a handsome boy when you were younger, but he’d been gangly. It had only been in his late teen years that he’d finally filled into his face, and only in his twenties that he’d developed the manlier face he has now.

With an elegant, straight nose and astonishingly delicate facial structure, you often wonder in amazement how such a beautiful man could possibly be your best friend. Unsurprisingly, he’s had men and women lusting over him for years, and yet those soft, crescent eyes are always filled with such friendliness that they practically sparkle with personality.

For years, you’d acknowledged your best friends attractiveness with a detached sense, almost as if you could see his beauty but didn’t feel anything for him. You’d watch the guys and girls drool over him with amusement, feeling pride that he was desired by so many.

And yet, there had still remained a tiny part of you that had been intrigued by him. You’d never touched it, nor had you ever even considered it, as pursuing Taehyung would have meant the possibility of losing his friendship. What if you started dating and then it all went to crap?

No, Tae had remained in the friendzone and he’d kept you there too.

But maybe...maybe Jimin was right. And Taehyung would be open to a relationship with you. You were already so close, it wouldn’t take a huge amount to shuffle over that line. If the last few months had taught you anything, it was that you could rely on Taehyung when times were tough, and you wanted him to know that he could rely on you too.

Which was why you needed to help resolve whatever issue was upsetting him now. There was no way you could broach that you wanted to move further when he wasn’t happy.

Reaching forward, you take his hand gently between your own and rub at his fingers soothingly. He looks down at the movement blankly for a moment before a tiny smile takes over, almost sad, and it makes your heart hurt.

Shuffling over, you cuddle up to his shoulder while you massage the joints of his long fingers, the feel of his smooth skin pleasant underneath your fingertips. “What’s wrong TaeTae?” You kept your voice soft, with just a hint of cajoling underneath it to get him to answer, letting him know that you’re willing to be serious but just as playful if necessary.

He’s holding himself stiffly and he doesn’t respond, simply staring at your hands before letting out a sigh that sounds like he’s been holding the woes of the world on his shoulders. “It’s stupid.” He mumbles, shaking his head before running his hand over his face tiredly.

“Hey, if it’s worrying you then it’s not stupid. Tell me. You know that you can tell me anything.” Tae looks at you for a moment, his warm brown eyes focused firmly on you and you can see the conflict as he fights with himself. Hesitantly, he licks his lips before placing his other hand on yours.

“I’m sorry. I just...I ruined our night and I mean...it’s dumb. You don’t need this stress this late.” He eyes your stomach before returning his gaze to his hands, stroking his thumb over your fingers gently. Thankfully, you’re not too bloated today.

Shaking your own head, you pull a hand free to cup his cheeks, providing him with physical support. Looking deep into your eyes, he sighs before letting his head dip forward and you watch as his fringe hides his eyes.

“I’m sorry, again. I turned round and saw Jin and it was like...it was like...like I was watching everything I’d built up in my mind slip through my fingers.” His words are so quiet that you can barely hear, the deep timbre of his voice almost just a vibration underneath your touch.

Frowning deeply, you lean even closer into his space as you lift up his head, catching his gaze closely. “What do you mean? I don’t understand Tae…” You trail off, bewildered as to what he was talking about.

He watches you quietly before laughing almost sarcastically, moving a hand to rest against your firm stomach. Almost immediately, your baby kicks out and you watch as Taehyung’s hand moves with the tiny movement.

A happy smile takes over his face as he lets his fingers run over your stomach but you note the tears in his eyes. “When I said that I’d be there for you when Jin left...I meant it. But I meant it as a best friend. I didn’t want you to be alone. And I still think that. But it...I...my feeli-...”

Frustrated, he tugs at his hair as he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees and you simply watch for a moment, his silk shirt straining over his broad shoulders. A choked laugh leaves him before he turns back, irritation at things you can’t even understand etched into his face before he lifts one of your hands to his lips, kissing the back sweetly.

“Jimin was right. I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean to, but over these weeks with you...I’ve felt closer to you than I ever have. And this baby...god sweetheart...in my head, I feel like I’m the daddy. But seeing you with Jin tonight...made me realise I was wrong. That was just my fantasy and the reality is that I’m just your best friend.” Looking at you with earnest eyes, he ignores the tear that tracks down his cheek slowly.

“I’m not leaving you, and I’m not abandoning you. Not this close. I’m here for you in any way you need me. But...I have to take a step back Eevee, I do. Because I don’t feel like your best friend anymore, and I don’t think I want to be just your best friend anymore either. I want to be the guy you wake up with every day, not just now. I want to be the guy you hold hands with, hug and kiss. I want to be this baby’s daddy very much. But I’m not.” His voice cracks and you get the strongest urge to wrap your arms around him tightly.

“And seeing Jin. It made me realise how fragile this dumb fantasy is. Because it’s all just in my head. It’s not real. And some guy is going to come along, and love you and you will love them and they’ll take you and this baby. I’ll be left behind, and I can’t say a thing. I can’t do that sweetheart, I don’t think my heart could take losing you both like that. Not now. Not when I love you so much.” He looks down, avoiding your eyes as his lips quiver and you sit in stunned silence for a moment.

Taehyung...loves you? “You love me? Like...not as a best friend?” You whisper, nerves causing your leg to jump repeatedly. His cheeks flush in response as he nods his head.

“I mean I do, but...more. And it’s not because you’re pregnant. I’d have dated you at any time if you’d asked, but you never seemed interested. But now...god. You’re perfect you know? The way you smile when you’re reading a book you like, the way your eyes almost wrinkle when you’re laughing at the TV, the little snores you do while you sleep. How brave you’ve been during this whole pregnancy and how strong you are. It’s felt I’m falling in love with a goddess...untouchable.” He snorts slightly, running his fingers through his hair.

You stare at him for a moment, taking in the way his shoulders hunch almost protectively as he waits for the blow to both his ego and his feelings. And yet you feel like a weight has been lifted off yours, in fact for the first time in months you feel genuinely happy. Almost giddy with excitement.

Wiggling in your seat slightly, you note his incredulous look as he scans over your body before you’re cupping his cheeks and squishing until he looks 10 years younger. His strong brows come together as he gives you a ‘wtf?’ look but you can’t help yourself as you give him the biggest and brightest smile.

“You silly, beautiful, adorable, funny, charming and loveable man. I’ve spent two weeks fretting over how to tell you that I love you and ask you if you’d want to try a relationship with me and then you blurt this all out because you’re jealous! Oh TaeTae, baby, there’s been no one but you for the last few months. Probably the last few years if we’re being realistic but neither of us realised. I mean...I’m not exactly a great catch right now but...I’m more than happy to have you if you’re willing to have me and the interloper on board?” You say, starting out bold before ending shyly as you glance down at your expanded stomach.

Taehyung is silent beneath your hands, his mouth open between his smooshed cheeks while his eyes are as big as you’ve ever seen them. Taking your hands in his own, he gently tugs them off before leaning closer to you, his breath shaking.

“Seriously? Are you...you’re being serious right now? You’re not joking with me? You’re being 100% serious? Please don’t joke with me about this. Please.” He begs quietly, the words filled with longing and more than just a little want.

Nodding slowly, you sniffle through your tears and curse your damn hormones as his expression slowly morphs into one of shocked excitement. For a few seconds, neither of you moves before he’s grinning that oh so familiar boxy smile that’s been making your heart skip frantically lately.

His hands are shaking as they trail along your cheeks slowly, moving until he’s cupping you with such tenderness that you almost cry even harder. Moving closer, his nose brushes against yours gently before he whispers. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

A tiny nod from you is all it takes for him to press his lips to yours lightly, the soft skin dancing over your own before he’s pulling away. You’d worried that kissing him might ruin the image you’d had in your head, that you might discover that you don’t love him and it was all just pregnancy filled hormones.

But kissing Taehyung feels like everything in the world has shifted ever so slightly and clicked into place. Tiny sparks of excitement fizzle in your veins at him and you want to sob at how much you love the feeling of kissing him. How it felt like every relationship up until now was just a starter and Taehyung was the comforting meal you’d been waiting for.

“That...felt really good. Right? It felt good for you too right?” He asks, slightly unsure of himself as tiny micro-expressions flitter over his face. Nodding at him, you bite your own lip before pushing forward and pressing a second kiss to his lips. He giggles at the sensation and you feel butterflies in your stomach, whether it’s from the emotion or your baby moving you don’t know, but you feel happy.

Slowly, carefully, as if you’re afraid that the slightest wrong move might break the connection that you’ve both made, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his closer. He smells like Tae; like home, like happiness and you want him.

You want him as a friend, you want him as a father for your child, you want him as a romantic partner and you want him as a lover.

At the thought, a spark of desire sets alight in you and you squirm slightly from where Taehyung almost hovers over you on the couch. You haven’t had sex since Jin, and you haven’t felt very sexy but now you want Taehyung in ways you’d never thought you would.

Running your fingers along his neck and jawline, you nip at his lower lip teasingly as you pull away. Giving yourself enough space to speak, you stare deep into his chocolate eyes and watch as careful desire is reflected there, giving you the courage to make the next move.

Dragging your hands down his front, you reach the waistband of his trousers and press another kiss to his lips. “Do you want to…” You whisper, voice quiet with lust and thick with want. He hesitates for a moment, and sudden insecurity flashes through you.

Instantly, you’re pulling back and clenching your fists as your head shakes. “I’m sorry, I mean. I can wait, we can wait. I understand. I mean, you wouldn’t want to...with me. Now. With this, I mean...it’s another man’s baby and I’m big and it’s not attractive an-”

He presses a finger to your lips firmly, giving you a loving smile that’s just a tiny bit exasperated. “Please. Stop. I find you just as beautiful as I did before before you were pregnant. I don’t care that this baby isn’t mine, because it’s mine in my heart. And please, don’t think I ever find you unattractive. You are perfect and I love you. If you’ll let me, I would very much like to show you, how much I love you. Now, and for a long time in the future.”

Staring at him intently, you scan over the expression on his face to see if he’s being serious. And he is. You know Taehyung, you know when he’s lying. And he’s not. He’s being completely, 100% serious and your veins fizz with love for him.

“Okay. I trust you.”

5 Years Later

A loud shriek of boyish laughter followed by a deeper rumble lets you know that there’s fun being had in the house without you. Closing the door behind you slowly, a smile spreads over your lips involuntarily at that happy sound of your son and husband having fun.

Heading inside, you pass through the hallway and take note of the wedding photograph of Taehyung and you. He’d proposed two years ago and you’d accepted with excitement. It hadn’t been hugely romantic, in fact Jae-Chan had only just fallen asleep after a huge temper tantrum and the both of you had been exhausted.

Yet it had been romantic to you, the way he’d pulled you into his arms and cuddled up with you on the couch, his hand running along your back slowly as you’d both lay there shell shocked from yet another stinker of a tantrum. And then he’d just asked, plainly and honestly, if you would marry him. Of course, you’d said yes.

Smiling at the picture, you let your fingers trail over the frame lightly as you admired the tuxedo clad figure of Kim Taehyung as he grinned brightly, love written all over his face like an epic story that would be treasured thousands of years from now and the beautiful, ivory dress you’d chosen for your special day.

This photograph didn’t have Jae-Chan in, but the one in his bedroom did. As usual, that photo was chaotic with Jae-Chan shrieking with toddler excitement while Taehyung laughs and you smile at them both. It had been perfect, and you’d never wish for anything better.

Entering the living room, you lean against the door and simply watch them both for a moment. Jae-Chan was a bubbly and rambunctious five year old, with a love of animals that meant you kept getting asked for a dog every ten minutes. That wasn’t helped by Taehyung’s equally adorable puppy eyes, but you were restraining well. For now.

You were told frequently that he looked like you, and to the uninitiated they also commented on his resemblance to Taehyung. That amused you both, given that physically he reflected nothing of his daddy. If anything, he was bizarrely the spitting image of Jin.

But no one would ever guess that Taehyung was not Jae-Chan’s father when they got to know your son and his wonderful personality. He was caring, kind and loyal to a fault and even had a bunch of Taehyung’s cute quirks.

Right now, they were both painting on the floor, the floorboards covered in an old sheet, and your little boy giggled every time he painted on Taehyung. Currently, your husband was daubed in vibrant paint all over his body, and you sighed quietly as you wondered how long that would take to wash off.

Still, as you watched them both you found your heart clenching. Taehyung might not be Jae-Chan’s biological father, but he was his father in every way that mattered. And that was all that mattered to you.

Heading over, you knelt down next to Tae while ruffling Jae-Chan’s dark hair, grinning as he whined out a complaint. Pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s own head, you looked down at what they were painting.

Taehyung had some weird, abstract thing going on and you weren’t even attempting to guess what it was. He’d long ago stopped asking anyway. Sometimes, you just really couldn’t fake interest in stuff.

Jae-Chan however, had drawn a whole scene with your house and three figures outside. Giving him an overly exaggerated look of interest, you point to it with widened eyes. “Is that us Jae-Channie?”

He grins gummily, nodding his head as he adds the finishing touches on a dog. Taehyung looks up at you with amusement, pointing to the dog with a cute pout. “Mommy, he drew a dog as part of our family so I think we need one.”

Eyeing him, you kiss his forehead gently before grabbing the paintbrush that’s lying on the floor. “How about, instead of a dog. We have this?” You muse softly, painting a tiny fourth figure that you draw wrapped in a green blanket.

Taehyung stares at it confused before pointing. “You have terrible painting skills. Are you buying a gecko or something?” Chuckling, you shake your head before gesturing to the painting with a soft smile.

“No dog, but perhaps a fourth member might be good enough for you?” You stroke your flat stomach gently and watch as his confused eyes flicker down to your hand. He’s still for a moment before his expression opens up into one of pure shock.

“Oh my god. Are you? Are we? I’m gonna…” He trails off, unable to speak and you simply nod with a toothy grin.

The next thing you know, you’re tackled to the floor gently as Taehyung kisses all over your face happily while Jae-Chan squeals with laughter at his parents excitement.

Being friends with Kim Taehyung had been easy, becoming best friends had been simple and a natural progression. But becoming a family with Taehyung had been the best decision of your life, easily.

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Divine Canvas | kth

Painter Taehyung x Reader

➻ Oneshot

➻ Inspired by Meddle About - Chase Atlantic

➻ Words: 6142

➻ Rating: M

➻ !!: SMUT, language, Paint play? Is that a thing? I'm making it a thing, Dirty talk, Casual Sex, Sex in public, Teacher/student but not what you expect, some peer pressure? Unprotected Sex, Comedy, Crack but not crack?

Summary: Lisa is your best friend. She’s a little eccentric and impulsive at times and when she deems you a bore. She makes a few arrangements. She has you take a single art class, alone, one on one with the handsome instructor. Whom specializes in a unique kind of art.

Preview

"Which is better? Watercolor or acrylic?" Your eyes going back and forth from the watercolor palettes, and acrylic paint bottles. Hand on your hip, eyes focused, waiting for the feedback of your dear friend. Popular music blaring over the intercom, aisles of the craft store empty.

"Only you would find going to a craft store fun!" Lisa gripes, the blonde, busy tapping away on her phone, dressed in clothes more suited for a shopping spree, her crop top and shorts contrasting greatly from your baggy pants and an oversized sweater.

"Watercolor or acrylic?" Voice monotonous, used to her complaints, eyes bouncing from the watercolor, to the acrylics, and back to the watercolors. "Y/n, you know I can't even paint, the only painting I do is wiping my Cheeto dust fingers on your walls." Her gripes coming off in a breathy tone, leg outstretched, her arms crossed over her chest, head tilted staring at you.

"You're a little bitch for that. Next time you do that I'm making you lick that crusty shit off the wall. Now, Acrylic or Watercolor?" Your voice stern, eyes shooting bullets at the blonde.

"Oof, that's kinky, and watercolor I guess?" Grabbing a watercolor palette, "Alright let's go ya weirdo." Letting out a sigh, paying and exiting the store, making your way over to the mall, Lisa at your side, griping and complaining about how boring of a person you are. "Spice it up hun, you wear the same brand my grandpa does!! This is 2018, and my best friend is not going to have some boring maiden's tale." Her voice a little loud, her manicured hands flying through the racks as she hangs clothes on her arm. "I'm not a grandpa.." Your voice unconvincing, your plain nails grazing the soft fabrics, eyes glossing over clothes you'd never reach for yourself.

"Tell ya what hun? I'm going to set you up a little art class. One on One, I heard the teacher is a god among men and since getting you to go to a party is like baptizing a cat, I think you won't mind spending time at an art class. Doing something you enjoy." Lisa's voice carrying a loving tone, "One exception though.." an evil grin on her face, "You have to wear an outfit I pick out."

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, a soft huff leaving your chest, "I could just say no and it won't happen, but fine, just this once. If it gets you to stop wiping Cheeto dust on my walls."

Lisa's lighthearted chuckles filling the store, "Go for me and I swear my stubby little fingers will never smear Cheeto dust on those walls ever again." You smirked, "Done deal then." Eyes looking at the pile of clothes weighing down her arm. "What the hell? Is all this for me?" A mischievous glint in the blonde's eyes, "Maybe, we have lot's of outfits to go through before I let you go to that class." Heart sinking, your inner grandpa coming out. "I'm too old for this shit, my bones pop you know? Do you know how much bending this shit takes?!" Looking at her ludicrously.

"Boohoo whore, do you know much bending I do when I get laid?"Lisa mocks, swiping her blonde hair over her shoulder, picking out a skirt and top for you. Sending her a glare, "No because I'm a child of God." Lisa's eyes narrowing at you, "Because I'm a child of God!!" She mocks in an incredulous voice that's supposed to be yours, "I've seen the shit you look up Boo, you aren't innocent, far from it." Her lips smacking while she picks out shoes for you, your eyes burning holes into the back of her perfect head, "How so?"

Her dark browns staring into you, "Hun, you were looking up the ovipositor toy. We both know that's like some kinky shit that not even 50 shades touched upon." Your cheeks a flaming scarlet, "Why are you using that against me? How many times do I need to explain that Namjoon is the reason I ever made that Google search!! We both know that when it comes to Namjoon we don't question it!" Your whines and pleas to justify yourself falling upon Lisa's deaf ears.

"Yeah, Yeah Hun." Her voice carrying humor, satisfied with her finds, shoving the articles of clothing your way, "Go try those on for me okay?" Sighs of annoyance escaping you but you listened, hailing down a clerk, you got a room and tried on the outfit. Your eyes traveling over your form in the skirt and top, cheeks a dusty pink. You looked so different, you looked..good. Way better than your usual grandpa ensemble. As much as you wanted to not like the outfit you couldn't just ignore Lisa's exceptional taste. She might be a brat who wipes her Cheeto dust fingers on your walls but at least her majoring in fashion isn't just for clout.

Lisa standing outside the door of the dressing room. "I'm taking the silence as 'Oh Lisa my dear best friend you make me look sooo good!" Her incredulous voice she uses to mock you making an appearance again. The scratchy and high pitched voice piercing the walls of the dressing room, making your insides crawl. "You know Lisa? I was going to say just that, but fuck you." Your voice lighthearted, giggles escaping you. "Awe thanks Boo." Her comment sounding scarily genuine.

stop by my house before we go out for coffee <=====3

Eyes glossing over the message you received from Namjoon, a reluctant sigh leaving your lips. Going to Namjoon's house was always a risky business, you never knew what you were getting. Namjoon is viewed by many as the sophisticated psychology major he is, but when he's around you he shoves his 4.0 up his ass and all his brain cells disintegrate. Feet lugging their way up the steps to Namjoon's dorm, light-handed knocks hitting his door. Blood turning cold when the door opens to reveal a figure in a patent leather suit, face entirely covered in the black material, eyes being the only thing visible.

A loud shriek escaping you. "Wrong dorm!! I-I'll go elsewhere" voice shaky, feet unresponsive, frozen in place when the figure abruptly grabs your arms tugging you inside, your shrill cries becoming louder and louder. Fear filling your being, "Shut Up!" A deep, muffled voice erupting from the mask, this only made you cry out louder. "Shut up!! You're going to make people think I'm hurting you!" A familiar voice coming from under the mask. Kicking the door shut with his leg, peeling the mask from his face to reveal none other than Namjoon.

Eyes drilling into him, bringing your hand to his head you gave him a good swat, making sure he felt it. "The fuck was that about you lunatic?! You trying to kill me ?! Fuck this, the cafe date is canceled !" The larger male looking down at you, his face trying to conceal his amusement, your glare doing nothing to diminish his spirits. His long arms blocking your futile attempts to swat him. "Relax, I didn't mean to scare you." Scowling, "Didn't mean to scare you." Voice dropping down an octave so you could mock him. His coffee browns narrowing at you, "I don't sound like that." Shrugging, giving him one last swat, "What's the kinky suit for?"

Your small hands roaming free over the leather on his firm chest, "Remember the first season of American Horror Story?" A smirk on his face as looks down at your hands on his chest. "Murder House?" Eyes narrowing as you peered into the older's eyes, "Yes Murder House, remember the suit ?" You let out a sigh, "Yeah, I remember the creepy gimp suit."

"Tada!" His voice light, fingers wiggling as he gave jazz hands. "Why?" He set his large hand atop your head, "Halloween, and maybe some other stuff." Voice deepening to a sultry tone, giving a flirtatious wink. "Joon, I swear if you go chasing the freshmen around in a gimp suit.." you began. "Nothing's wrong with chasing the freshmen." He shrugged. "I can't believe you're a psychology major..." Namjoon letting out a humored sigh, " Only you see me like this." The taller dipping down, nuzzling his nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss. "I'm gonna peel this thing off me, it really sticks to the body."

"It's a bondage suit, that's the point." Letting out a sigh, eyes trailing over his body, The suit sticking to every muscle and joint on the man. "Checking me out over there?" Eyes rolling to the back of your head, "As if."

"Ow, so cruel." The older fakes hurt, heading off to his room changing. Being fairly familiar with Namjoon's apartment it takes very little for you to already be slouching on his couch, finding a random hentai novel laying nearby. "He doesn't even attempt to hide his porn...we love a queen." You muttered to yourself. The anime girl on the cover sparsely covered, slimy appendages which you can only assume are tentacles spread her legs open revealing her...special parts. Joon walking out in shaggy brown pants with a matching large shirt, strapped sandals on his feet. "Good book isn't it?"

"Riveting." Getting up from the couch, "Ready Bud?" Gathering your belongings heading to his entryway, "Yeah, let's get going." Grabbing his wallet the two of you exiting his apartment. "Do you know it took a whole bottle of lube to get into that suit?" You let out a sigh, "Did I need to know?"

"So what's this art class you're me telling about?" His deep voice slightly muffled as he took a sip of his ice coffee. His messy locks framing his face, dimples slightly moving as he sucks on his straw. "Lisa wants to dress me up for this art class, she said I'm boring and maybe an art class will make my life exciting since I don't go to parties." The bitter taste of coffee on your tongue, fingers busy picking flakes of your croissant. "She's not wrong about you being a bore, but what kind of art class is? This seems a little strange." His thumbs gliding along the screen of his phone as he typed up an essay for his psychology class. "She said it was a one on one painting class with this guy named Kim...Kim Taehyung? I think?"

"One on One?" his eyebrow-raising, taking an obnoxious sip of his coffee. "They offer those? And who did you say the teacher was?"

Finger flaking the croissant, "Apparently they do and Kim Taehyung why?"

"I've heard that name before." His voice nonchalant and cool. "Kim Taehyung. You recognize the name or not Namjoon?" Your groan evident in the cafe. The darker haired male, rubbing his chin like a philosophical thinker from Ancient Greece, "Hush, I recognize the name. Used to go to high school with em." His voice blunt. Eyes narrowing, "That's it? That's all you remember about the guy?"

Namjoon's dark eyes staring into you boredly, "I mean the guy didn't stick out much, he liked to paint so I don't see it as a surprise that he's an art teacher.." His voice trailing off, "however I remember one strange rumor about him." The larger male leaning closer, whispering in your ear, suspense building the longer you waited for an answer. Joon's husky voice tickling your lobe, "He was pretty popular with the girls, quiet guy, probably a hipster, he made his rounds though, heard he's packing."

Your face stretching into one of disgust, "Really Joon? Really?" Your voice void of emotion, "I ask you for some useful information but all you do is make me regret my friendship with you." Eyes narrowed, growling at the male.

The older laughing, "He's packing, maybe he can raw your ass all the way to P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney."

"...Joon.."

The older scrunching his nose in amusement, "Alright, Alright, well I honestly don't remember much about him, he was an underclassman so I didn't really talk to him, I remember all the girls in my grade raved about him, talking about how he seemed so aloof and innocent but in reality he was just a playboy disguised as a prince. I mean he gave off good boy vibes, he was in in a few of my classes, advanced placement and he stuck to himself, he was chill when you asked him something." He took another sip, " That's all I can offer toots."

Nibbling on your croissant, "He doesn't seem too interesting, well the class is later on tonight. Might as well get it over with so Lisa stops badgering me. Also, don't call me toots."

The older letting out a groan, " I need a nickname for you. I hate calling you by your name all the time. I'm special." You watched the older pout, his dimples moving as he sucked on his straw again. "Who said you were special?" He shot you a glare, "Alright fine, but why Toots?"

"Short for Toostie roll." Smacking your lips, "I don't like tootsie rolls though.." His long digit flicking your nose, "Buttercup then?" You smirked, "Nice to see you use that brain of yours."

"You could've just said yes." He sighed, going back to writing his essay on his phone. "You could've just said buttercup, you know that's my nickname Joon.." Voice muffled as you took another bite of your croissant.

"So mean buttercup.." He pouts, eyes looking down at his phone screen while he wrote his essay last minute. "So whiny Joon.." You mocked.

Hair damp, your breath light, eyes peering into the mirror as you slathered on your favorite lemon-scented lotion, hands running over the soft, supple flesh of your arms, legs, and thighs. The cold cream slathering over the mounds of flesh on your chest making your nipples pert, music blaring from your phone's speakers. Sliding on the skirt, and top Lisa picked, hair lightly styled you looked in the mirror. Staring back at you was a new you, a more put together you. Cheeks cherry tinted, you gave a twirl, grabbing your bags, slipping on ankle boots. You took off.

Skipping to the train station. Your steps light, canvas in hand, eyes reading over the address to the studio while you walked. "Block 42..1st floor?" Bottom lip victim to your teeth's gnawing as you searched for said building. Eyes roaming over the minimalist buildings surrounding you, a small window with a lovely canvas sitting on its sill, catching your eye. The color red emphasized in the painting, a red lycoris caught between the lips of a distorted but angelic looking male. You looked in awe at the canvas sitting in that small window, the colors, the brush strokes, the details. It was captivating.

A soft pair of almond eyes watching you, wispy red hair obscuring his vision of you, loose cardigan wrapped around his slim frame, black pants hanging loosely from his toned legs. Long arms crossed, a gentle smirk stretching across the painter's face. "It's a neat painting isn't it?"

A deep, suave voice ripping your eyes from the canvas in the window. Eyes gliding over the ethereal face of whom you believed to be your teacher for the evening. "Did you paint it ?" Gulping slightly, shivering, looking at the male.

"That I did." His nose scrunching a little while he let out a chuckle. His long delicate digits waving you close, "Come inside, I take it you are my last class for tonight" His voice deep, his thin pinks pulling into a smile. "Yeah that's me" voice light, taking timid steps inside the toasty studio, Leonardo Da Vinci paintings bordering the entry of the studio, statues and abstract art decorating the walls. "This place is ..." Awe in your voice, eyes wandering over the room. "Amazing..?" He finished your sentence, deep purrs erupting from his chest as he closed the door to the studio. His gentle footsteps heading over to the sink, washing brushes, grabbing fresh canvases. "It's more than amazing." Taking a seat, excited for the lesson, "What will we be doing today? Watercolor, acrylic, will we even be painting?"

The redhead setting down the canvases, along with two sheets of scrap paper and pencils. "You're eager and I want to try something new." His dark almonds boring into you while he set down bottles of body paint. "Can I use you as a canvas" Your eyebrow-raising, "Use me...as a canvas?" His cedar wood scent more prevalent the closer he leaned his face to yours. Your cheeks a bright crimson, his breath tickling your lips as he pulls away, pencil in his hand. "I want to sketch out a design and paint it on you. I'd like to post it on my social media, you can say no of course." No pressure in his voice.

Your timid eyes meeting his, his brown almonds looking over the supple flesh of your thighs. Your skirt letting his eyes ravish your thighs, his looks lingering. "Where do you want to paint.?" Your cherry cheeks and timid eyes looking into his. "Your thighs, if you don't mind?" His deep voice trickling off the walls of the studio. You felt as if you could roll in it, his deep soothing voice calming your nerves. "My thighs?" A little surge of confidence running through your veins. "You'd let me?" His tone curious. Lisa's voice ringing in your ears, her snooty voice saying bore. "Might as well." Voice confident, only to spite the imaginary Lisa that was whispering in your ear, reminding you of how much of a bore you were. "Lift your skirt a little for me darling, let me map this out." His deep voice letting out a subtle grunt.

His large hands holding the paper up to your thigh for size, a soft hum rumbling from his throat. Cheeks cherry tinted, his soft hands grazing the skin of your thighs, his bottom lip ensnared in his teeth while he worked, his pencil tickling you as it's tip drew out curves and points on the paper. His eyes wandering from the papers every now and then as he caught a glimpse of your mesh panties. The fabric did little to conceal your pink nub from his peripheral, his steady hands working as he continued to map out an intricate galaxy design on the scrap piece of paper, his almond eyes a shade darker.

Marker in hand he begins sketching out his design, tongue swabbing the inside of his cheek while he worked. His clement, fluid hands brushing against you. The felt tip marker ticking your sensitive skin. His eyes every now and then staring at your twitching nub. "Your skin is really soft you know?" A small hiccup erupting from you, "..No?" Deep chuckles erupting from his chest, "Cute." His messy sketch finished, his almonds focused on the array of body paints on the table. "Mhm, tell me little Dove. What color palette suits you?" His fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt, "Warm?" Smirk on his face, "Cool?" His breath ticking your chin as he looked up at you, "or a nice Pastel?" His fingers tentatively inching further and further up your thigh.

Breath hitching, your eyes traveling down his loose blouse to his sun-kissed torso, a smirk on his face, "Like what you see?" Face crimson, "I do." His finger pushing your skirt up, a gentle flick to your clit. "I like what I'm seeing too." His voice deep, hand grabbing a bottle and paint brush. "I think pastels suit you best little Dove." Gathering the light colors he starts building and mixing. Your eyes watching his long digits stir and mix. The way his delicate fingers held the brush, his long thin digits. You bit your lips, impure thoughts popping into your head.

Rubbing your thighs he starts painting, brush bristles moving lightly across your skin. His eyes focused, a soft hum rumbling from his chest. You watched, his beautiful features accentuated as he concentrated, paint wet and cold against your thighs. Light hisses escaping you. "It tickles." His brush strokes delicate, his eyes focused on the supple skin of your thighs, "Stay still for me Little Dove, I know it can be ticklish, but be a good birdie and stay still?" His voice gentle, his soft breaths echoing through the room as he worked.

Legs inching open while he worked, his brush strokes becoming soothing, slight shivers trailing up your spine each time he added more paint. "A little wider for me Dove." His free hand gently trailing up the opening to your skirt, your nub temping him. "Can I?" Cheeks blossoming a pink tint, it had been a long time since you slept with another and to have someone like him take interest in you was daunting. "Y-Yes..." Voice barely a stutter, his almonds meeting yours, his brush strokes coming to a halt. "I need a clear, confident, answer Dove."

"Yes." Your eyes meeting his, you could feel yourself getting lost in their beauty. "That's more like it Little Dove." His tone affectionate as he continued his brush strokes, one hand elaborately mixing and painting on the supple flesh of your thighs. The other hand sliding your panties aside, his forefinger and thumb mercilessly teasing your clit, pinching and rubbing the poor nub with the pad of his thumb. Your squirms making him smirk. "Stay still Dove, I'm almost done." His other hand reaching for a sponge and fine detail brush, his bottom lip ensared in his teeth.

A few more minutes of this passing by before be leaned back admiring his work, "Perfect." His hands grabbing a mask on the table, "Slip this on for me Dove, and spread your legs for me." Giving him a coy nod, you did as you were told, slipping on the mask and spreading your legs. His tepid hands adjusting your skirt to conserve your modestly, the sounds of a camera's shutters meeting your ears, several clicks echoing throughout the room. "So perfect, I'll be posting these. You don't mind, do you?" Voice light as he removed the mask from your face.

"Of course not." A smile on your face, blush dusting your cheeks. Paint wet, his large hands carefully tugging your skirt from your hips. Your hands pushing away his button up, letting the fabric hang from his shoulders while your hands traveled his shapely torso. "So eager, I love it." His lips delicately kissing your lobes as he muttered his praises in your ear. His deep whisper sending electric shocks down your spine, light mewls escaping your lips when his delicate digits began to rub over your clothed slit. Fingertips tracing the outline of a circle over your clothed heat, purposely avoiding your center. "Don't tease me." Your small pout coming out as a moan, the redhead looking up at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Be patient Little Dove, sex is an art and art takes time." A low growl escaping him as you rubbed your knee against his sizeable bulge in protest.

His almonds darkening, his hands gripping your hips with force and he pulled you bottom half against his, his bulge harshly coming into contact with your heat. "Listen to what I say, Little Dove, don't make me angry." Voice sharp, a light trickle escaping your folds. The friction causing your body to tremble with pleasure, light pants making your chest heave. A harsh red dusting your cheeks, lips beginning to swell from your relentless biting. "That a girl, keep being a good Little Dove and I might reward you." His lips connecting with yours, his tongue quickly claiming your mouth as his. Tongues caressed in wet, vehement battle. Languid, slow strokes complemented with guttural growls escaping the lewd artist. Bulge creating a steady friction between the two of you as he ground his hips against your hungry core.

"Fuck, such a good girl." Eyes lidded, his ivories tugging on your bottom lip leaving the flesh bruised and abused. "Tell me, Little Dove." Hands pulling your panties down, mindful of the still wet paint on your thigh. "Do you like it rough?" A deep growl following his inquiry, a harsh but landed smack grazing your clit. An abrupt squeak leaving your lips rushes of adrenaline shooting through your abdomen. "Or, do you like slow and soft." His voice lightening as he lovingly rubbed his bulge against your swollen and sensitive love. Blood rushing to your poor love button as it puffed and twitched under his ministrations. "Ahh!" Abdomen trembling under his weight, no matter how minuscule the ministration you felt it in every part of your being, his touches overwhelming.

An evil chuckle escaping the mahogany-haired male, he took pride in his work. He knew how much control he had over you and he loved every second of it. "Tell me, Dove," He leaned close to your ear, breaths tickling your lobe, "Do you like being told of how of slut and dirty whore your being? Do you like being told how tight your pink little pussy is? Would you like me to tell how I'm going to stuff my cock into that dripping cunt, how I'm going to make your pussy weep. How we'll make this table shake?" His wet muscle gently nipping your ear, saturating your lobe with a loving lick. His hot muscle feeling cool against your scorching skin.

With his thumb persistently torturing your nub, the merlot haired male used his free hand to lower his dress pants, a large, veiny and swollen length springing free from its cotton confines. Fingertips dipping into your core, spreading your folds, your slick spreading down the length of his fingers. His cock gave a twitch at the sight of your liquids. Lips latching to your neck, tongue smoothing over the supple skin, "Or, do you like being a pampered baby. Do you like me worshipping your body, every nook and cranny being cared for." His voice gentle, plush lips feathering kisses down your shoulder, hands swiftly flinging your shirt to an unknown corner of the studio. His tongue giving curious licks to your pert buds, "Mhm baby? Want to treat you like a divine canvas?" His voice deepening, eyes dark he latches himself onto your pert bud, his digits curling inside your heat.

Fingers increasing their pace while he sucked your delicate mound, moans, and cries leaving your lips as you felt a build up in your abdomen that you hadn't felt in years. However, just as you started to see stars the sensation was lost when he pulled his fingers and lips from your body. "Shh baby, I can't have you feeling euphoria when we haven't even gotten to the main part of today's lesson." Letting out a cocky grin, he led himself into you, his aching crown spreading the wet walls of your core, your chest heaving, groans escaping you while your core stretched to accommodate his intrusive size and wide girth. "S-So tight!" His grunt shaky as he hunched over you, the pastel paint along your thighs, still damp, smearing against both of your abdomens, the cold textures covering the two of you in goosebumps.

Back arching, hands finding their way to his fiery locks, your digits intertwining with his tresses, your soft squeaks echoing in his ears. His hips giving a curious thrust, your walls tightening around him as pleasure shot through your body, thighs wrapping around his waist, paints smearing and racing along your bodies. The cool textures doing little to lower the temperatures, of scorching skins rubbing against each other as he picked up the pace. Length pulling out completely before sliding back into you, guttural grunts escaping him as he held your hips in place, teeth latching themselves to the crook of your neck. spreading your thighs apart he continued, hips pistoning themselves into your tight core. Length reaching the innermost corners of your heat, his crown giving you an immense pleasure you had yet to experience in your sex life.

"Ahh, more, give me more!!" Your cries took into account, his teeth tightening on your neck, huffs escaping his chest causing his nose to flare. Adjusting the position slightly, lips pulling away from your neck, his dark browns staring down at you. His sun-kissed torso on display for your eyes to ravage, the pastels painted on your body now smeared and mixed along with his lean abdomen, clit twitching at the sight. "You're going to want to hang on Dove" Pecking your lips, "I'll pull out, trust me." He murmured against your neck. Your hand dipping itself into the paints, curiously pressing your handprint against his firm chest, his lips curling into a smile as he does the same placing a set of handprints on your breasts. Hips slamming into you, the table supporting the two of you wobbling, it's legs letting out subtle creaks that could vaguely be heard over the clapping sound of flesh that rang throughout the studio.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, taking in your handprinted breasts, your walls clenched tightly while he spread them. His free hand dipping in paints as he lightly smacked your chest, watching your mounds shake as he slammed his length further and further into your core. The lighthanded smacks ringing in your ears, you watched the paints melt into an ombre as they slithered from your mounds to your stomach. Loud grunts escaping him as he continued to slam his cock further and further into your heat. Not leaving an inch of space between your core and the tip of his cock as he continuously pierced it. His sunkissed torso now splattered with pastels, creating a lewd contrast. The way the wet paint dripped along his chest, his nipples slightly perked as the paint raced down to his abdomen.

"S-Such a dirty girl." A guttural groan escaping the hunched male, his eyes trailed down to where the two of you connected, his bottom lip ensared in his ivories as he watched his cock spread your cunt, a pearly froth coating his shaft. "Who said you could cum around me, Little Dove?" His snarl ringing in your ears as his grip begins to bruise your hips, his trusts becoming increasingly heavier. Animalistic grunts and groans escaped his lips as he slammed his weight into you, your hands flying to his torso for support. The pastels beginning to dry with a beautiful sheen, a stunning blend of colors coating the two of you. Your nails scratching his chest. Gently scraping away the paints, his cock stirring a familiar feeling in your abdomen. Back arched, your bud twitching the more his crown hit that one spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-hh T-Tae!!" Toes curling, fingers clawing his chest, walls suffocating his member as you released yourself around him, another pearly layer coating his shaft. "H-Holy shit!!" He falters, quickly separating himself from your core, he wraps a hand around his shaft, pumping himself. His hand vigorously running along his length, tip an angry twitching red, a loud cry of ecstasy filling the room as thick ropes of cum splattered against your abdomen.

The milky substance exuding a warmth against your skin. "Mhm," His lips swollen, eyes looking down at your paint covered body, giving your nipples a light pinch he trails a hand down to his puddle on your abdomen. His forefinger dipping in the pearly puddle, a ticklish feeling as he etches into the puddle. His signature. "You're the most beautiful canvas I've ever gotten the pleasure to paint on." He smirks, dipping down he brings his mouth to your ear, "I just had to leave my signature."

A light gasp escaping you when you looked down to his signature written in the splattered cum on your abdomen. A pink dusting your cheeks. "L-Let's get cleaned up." Eyes trailing over the pastel mess covering the two of you. "I have a shower over there." He nods over to the shower head in the corner in the studio, a drain on the floor nearby, no curtains or stalls. "Shower?" Planting a kiss on your nose he smiles, "This studio used to be a chemistry lab so they needed the shower for safety reasons, however, since I converted this place into an art studio I never really had the chance to get rid of it."

"I'm glad you didn't get rid of it, going home in this mess would be quite the task." You giggled, getting up from the wobbly table. Looking down at the damage, cheeks flushing at his signature on your body.

"Mind if I shower with you?" He chuckles as he gathers towels, letting the shower run.

"After this evening it'd be a little strange for me to tell you 'no' wouldn't it?" Your giggle echoing throughout the room. His paint covered hand waving you over. "That's now come mere baby." His tone loving as he pulled you under the steaming water. His large hands roaming your body as the two of you scrubbed away the paint from your bodies. Splattering water was all that could be heard, the warm liquid warming the two of you.

"Will I see you again?" Your voice coming off as a gentle plea. His chin rested atop your head. "I don't see why not, next time we should meet under normal circumstances don't you think so Dove?" An almost immediate nod coming from you, "I'd like that, to see what you're like outside of the studio." A small smile tugging at your lips, the water showering the two of you in a layer of warmth. Large hands roaming your body down to your hips, his palm cupping your core. "Until then.." He smirks, "Can I play with you a little more baby?" The red-headed male dropping to his knees as he spread your thighs open.

Carefully leaning against the back wall, head tilted back as his skilled tongue began to trace over your slit. Gentle licks and sucks attacking your nub, your hands quickly latching themselves to his scalp. Tugging at his red locks as his pace picked up. His lewd slurps causing your cheeks to darken to a crimson shade. His tongue paying special attention to your clit as he began to softly hum. The vibrations sending shivers along the length of your spine, the once hot water now becoming cool against your skin. A soft whine of protest escaping you as he pulled away. "I have to close up the studio baby, next time we will continue this." Standing at your level he gave you heated kissed, one that was a mixture of emotions. Lust, attraction, curiosity, and longing. You already missed him and you haven't even left yet.

The cool fall breeze knocked on the windows to your apartment. Leaves and sticks brushed against your door. Namjoon spamming your phone with every passing minute. He was coming over later on for a movie marathon, Lisa was joining too. You were in limbo. Ever since you saw Taehyung that evening last week you hadn't been able to erase the redheaded man from your memory. He hadn't contacted you since. Was it your fault? Did he even know your name? He only referred to you as 'Dove'. You missed him. Every day since you had to reframe yourself from walking to his studio, to push him against the wall and ask him where he had been. Ask him why he hadn't said anything. Why he didn't keep his word.

A soft knocking shattered your thoughts. "I'm in the middle of having a pity party, who the hell is bothering me." You let out a low growl as you trudged yourself to the front door. Peaking through the peephole seeing no one on the other side. "I swear Joon if you are playing tricks on me again!!" You shouted, opening the door preparing yourself to be tackled by Namjoon in his gimp costume but there was no one there. Just a piece of paper sticking out from your mailbox. "The mailman doesn't come by on Sundays.." Your eyebrows furrowing. Carefully taking the paper from the mailbox, you unfolded it. You're stomach fluttering, blood running to your cheeks. Painted in watercolor was you. A painting of you nude, covered in a gradient of pastels, along with a pearly puddle on your abdomen. Written in a sloppy black cursive was a message.

"I had a hard time tracking you down Little Dove. Haven't been able to stop thinking about you since. How about dinner next time?" Clutching the painting against your chest, the heat in your face making it a little hard to breathe. "W-What did I get myself into.."

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fic rec vii ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

1. jane by @baejiyeonz

2. bee by @purpleyellow

3. lian by @nct-lian

4. taehui by @jeontaehui

nct

sungchan

1. [10:47 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

haechan

1. [5:21] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. you’re warm by @dreamystuffers | f

- a drunk hyuck can only mean a clingy hyuck.

3. you’re short too by @pastelsicheng | f

- 5 times hyuck teases u for ur height.

4. no title by @heychan | s

- dirty thought cockwarming haechan and johnny comes in to the room while you are trying to hide it but haechan doesn’t care.

5. wishes by @lucaswithnoshirt | a f

- standing on stage is everything you’ve dreamed of. except in the time it’s taken you to get there, you’ve been dreaming about other things, too.

jaehyun

1. moving in: the series by @jaehyun-ified | f

- after agreeing to move-in with jaehyun, you decided to curate a little series on your channel to both give in to your viewer’s request to have jaehyun frequently on your contents and to document your moving in process with the love of you life.

2. [8:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. boyfriend by @simpsiren | a

- a relationship with jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. there wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

4. best part by @okayoongii | f

- don’t know how to describe this tho, just read it. also 10/10

5. can i help you? by @sugarjaee | f s

- when working an extra long shift at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a visit.

6. stages of love by @biletdoux | a f s

- a playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart.

7. [9:04 am] by @jeongvision | // f

- domestic fluffy blurb. 10/10!!

8. suds by @kim-taehung | s

- first person to move does the dishes for a week. nothing is off-limits.

9. promise by @bvbyxuxi | f a

- jaehyun has loved you since you were both kids, things were going well until he messed everything up; meeting again as young adults, he refuses to let you go again but would you give him another chance?

mark

1. one minus on plus one by @wonjaekook | f a

- in all of the years you’ve known jungwoo, you should have figured out to not take his words at face value because, though you haven’t even met, mark lee seems to hate your guts.

2. [12:03] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. pretty boy by @epinebleue | f a

- fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, the reader is two years older than mark, jaehyun makes an appearance as the reader’s fuck buddy, use of alcohol and drugs (marijuana), mentions of violence (mark punches someone), smut (protected sex, inexperienced!mark, dry humping).

4. camera flash by @morkleemelon | f

- mark taking a picture but forgot to remove flash waking up oc, pretty fluffy and cute! 10/10!!!

5. retrouvailles by @kireimarkeu | f

- counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

jungwoo

1. [1:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

johnny

1. man-icure by @haejunehui | f

- based on jcc ep. 26

taeyong

1. reverb by @lovingonrepeat | s

- taeyong + studio sex.

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi | f s

- you had never thought to see taeyong again after your one night stand with him until this year where he takes you by surprise; turns out he wasn’t the guy you sought him out to be after all.

ten

1. [2:32 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

lucas

1. [4:31 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. king of hearts by @raibebe | f s a

- a little bit of everything, a chef’s kiss.

yuta

1. [5:51 pm ] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

doyoung

1. redamancy by @heavenlyhaechan | f

- this is just so fluffy! i wished to be doyong gf please.

2. fools together by @yongiefilms | f

- two fools in love with each other?

3. acedia by @jaeminscoffee | f

- a day in the life of yours and doyoung's love life.

4. our little secret by @haejunehui | f

- read to know their little secret. hehe.

5. caught red handed by @hannie-dul-set | f

- all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

jeno

1. i see red by @0097linersb | s

- pure filth 🥵10/10 tho.

2. addiction by @love-mi | s f

- you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

3. surprise visit by @nakamotonudes | f s

- you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for over a month because of his hectic schedule so when he suddenly shows up at your place one night for a surprise visit, you both have to make every second worth it.

bts

jungkook

1. the pitter-patter of the heart by @koorara | f s a //

- pieces of newlywed domestic moments with jungkook, your husband. the young film and literature lecturer and his wife, you, who works as a journalist of a web magazine. both of you managing the career, the time for each other and the new house. not to forget, chip, the cat that has been with you for years.

2. please love me by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

3. first love, last love by @floralseokjin | f s //

- a collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between jungkook and you...

4. second chances by @parkhabits | a s

- work. one of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. his work had become the mistress within your marriage. years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. get him to sign the damn divorce papers. yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily.

5. crush by @jungxk | f s

- jungkook woke up with amnesia (?) he totally forgets that he has a wife and child. and he totally has a huge crush on his wife.

6. bare necessities by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- when you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to disneyland out of all places. luckily, jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. or is it…

7. krampus for christmas by @ddaenysus | f

- when your daughter overhears your nightly activities close to christmas, jungkook takes it upon himself to convince her it was the sounds of the legendary demon goat.

8. a date with destiny by @imjustfanfictrash | f s

- you are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. he is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

9. stranded by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. his entire presence is unwelcome. you don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. it’s annoying — he is annoying. from the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

10. sprout by @v-hope | f

- after a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

11. friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- you meet pop star/idol jeon jungkook at the café, you get close, and as hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. but you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

12. jealousy by @ephemeralkookie | f s a

- jungkook’s closest friend, namjoon is getting married and he invited you three to his wedding. the only unexpected thing was jisoo, his ex, and we’ll just say that you were not too happy to see her flirting with your boyfriend right under your nose

13. a quarter past us by @jjiimin | f a

- when you break up with him out of fear of losing your freedom in university, he finds himself showing you why leaving him isn’t the answer.

14. pretty boy by @angelguk | // f s a

- alternatively known as the jock!jk universe drabbles in vague chronological order.

15. summer solstice by @boulevardk | s

- down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. you figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. but one fateful night, your prayers are answered. are you willing to pay the price? the sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

16. lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks | f a

- over the years, things change - but the one constant is your love for lilac wisterias.…okay, maybe jungkook’s been there too.or, alternatively:the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

17. obsessed with your ass by @kooklovesu | f s

- jungkook has an obsession with your body he cant get enough of praising you. he wasn’t comfy showing the world his affection towards you in public because he’s a private guy, but when he finally did, good luck.

18. from home by @gyukult | // f s a

- jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

19. black card by @minsprings | // f s

- black card fic and drabbles, also a chef’s kiss.

20. oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always | f s

- what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with jeon jungkook - s tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? fuck him, you guess.

21. let the games begin by @venusiangguk | s

- just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

22. the probability of us by @jiminrings | f s

- jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.

23. open when by @iluv-hobi | f

- jungkook likes to write letters to you, especially ones with purposes, like “open when ___”. one day, on a particularly bad day, you open, “open when you’ve had a shitty day”.

24. good day by @ilikemesometaetaes | f s

- his motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. he just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

25. calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // s

- some people would call you far too serious. some would call you stuck-up. and some would call you a bitch. but to freshman jeon jungkook, you’re the head calculus I TA noona – and he’s determined to fuck you.

26. brat taming by @sugasbabiie | s a f

- jungkook has been your roommate for almost a year. since the day he moved in he has acted like nothing but a spoiled little brat who is used to getting anything and anyone he wants. he eats your food, he doesn’t clean, he’s loud, oh and now he has colored his hair the exact shade of blonde as you. He’ll do anything to get under your skin. you’ve had enough of his filthy mouth and his fuckboy ways. it’s time to tame that bratty little roommate of yours. think you can handle it?

27. sugarplum energy by @bymoonchild | f s a

- you know no bounds nor depth with jungkook. while your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on soundcloud. all’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. or, jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

28. ancient history by @moononthejoon | a s f

- there is no way to deny that you and jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?

29. that’s not daddy by @nochuobsessed | f

- jungkook comes home with a new hair color and his sons can’t tell if he’s appa or not. pretty cute! 10/10

30. no title by @himbojk | s

- jk got a blowie from his oc while on a zoom class meeting, like cam on with a whole set up but his oc under the table sucking the life out of him while he sits and tries to take notes .

31. dilf jk by @himbojk | // s f

- dilf jk drabbles.

32. no title by @himbojk | s

- blond jk with full tattoo sleeve who looks like the baddest boy but is actually baby and just wants a handie in the library while studying with his oc because she aspires to have those high grades.

33. no title by @noteguk | s

- bf!jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime.

34. silent treatment by @blu-joons | f

- baby kook asking daddy kook to say sorry to mommy. 10/10 too!

35. getting railed by @dearlytea | s

- getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

36. the view by @koyamuses | s

- jungkook knows exactly what turns you on; every kink, every dirty fantasy that’s buried deep within your mind. he knows exactly how to make you beg for it.

37. let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook | f s

- on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! iloveyou btw!

38. more dilf!jk by @cutechim | s

- oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise.

39. you are inherently beautiful by @ggukachuwu | f a

- when y/n and jungkook accidentally reveal their relationship to the public because she walked in on him doing a vlive and now netizens and kmedia are tearing apart her appearance because y/n is chubby from struggling with pcos. jungkook takes it upon himself to cheer her up because he absolutely adores her.

40. morning with jk by @min-arya | f

- jungkook drabble of him catching his s/o admiring him in the morning with soft sleepy cuddles.

41. even a forest fire dies out by @9uk | a s

- it became from “grab a coffee with me?” to “why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

42. all that we had by @starlightauroras-writes | a s

- four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. what happens when you do leaves you questioning fate.

43. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

44. contentment by @btsqualityy | f s

- oc’s using jk’s card to buy rug and the rest is history. 10/10!!

45. heartbreaker with a heart of gold by @filmflowersbangtan | a s

- love this!!! you know i love me some angst! 10/10!!!!!

46. the ikea test by @mercurygguk | f

- you and jeongguk face the IKEA test. successfully? sure!

47. before you universe by @ephemeralkookie | // a f s

- jungkook has taken a huge place in your life after he tattooed you, and you can’t even picture how life was before him. he has always been there for you since day one. but how will things change after you find out you’re pregnant?

48. christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks | s f

- a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

49. last minute by @moononthejoon | f s

- christmas day had gone by, and now you were back home after holidays with your family. your friends had agreed to have a late christmas party, but as always, you and jungkook procrastinated gift buying.

50. you go in knowing bros together by @blu-joons | f

- a cute fluffy knowing at knowing bros moment.

51. no title by @v-hope | f

- the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation.

52. hair dye by @mercurygguk | f s

- jungkook got his hair dyed while at work. you lose your mind the moment he steps through the door.

53. stay gold by @yeojaa | s

- blond!jk being a good boy?

54. crystal snow by @honeyj00ns | f

- when you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous.

55. 6:21 am by @sincerelyourfangirl | f

- in which he makes your morning extra special.

56. plan b by @btsracket | s

- dressing room quickie, unprotected sex request, use of Plan b pill

57. possession by @bngtanah | s

- jungkook is your boyfriend, sometimes you have to remind him what that means.

58. puffs and touches by @mintseesaw | f s

- “Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up”

59. the quiet things by @btsracket | s

- sleeping bag sex.

60. good boy by @ephemeralkookie | s

- secret, read to find out AHAHAHHA.

61. make it right by @jungkxook | a s

- you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

62. it takes two by @junghelioseok | s

- struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

jimin

1. picking petals by @cutechim | s

- you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get.

taehyung

1. daddy by @btsracket | f s

- there’s only one choice when this happens on a date out.

2. love me or we both go down by @gukyi | f s a

- after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

3. saudade by @jiminssthetic | a s f

- a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

4. ineffable by @99liners | f

- boyfriend taehyung takes care of his sick s/o.

5. tease by @caiuscassiuss | s

- you knew you were hot. you saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. and maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under kim taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

6. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

got7

yugyeom

1. yugyeom as you boyfriend by @sunshinekookie | f

- i need more yugyeom fics in my life.

astro

eunwoo

1. rainy say saviour by @imsarahbum | f a

- upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

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jkeuphoriadreamland · 4 years

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The Good Boy - pt.7 |KTH

⌖ Pairing: f reader x taehyung featuring Jimin ⌖ Rating: 18+M Words: 5.1k ⌖ Genre: Librarian!Taehyung, Yandere!Taehyung/Obsessive!Taehyung ⌖ Warnings: deception, mentions of spousal abuse, mentions of amnesia, obsessive behavior, stalking behavior, dub-con behavior, mentions of fainting, mentions of a panic attack, anxiety, angst, manipulation, betrayal. ⌖ Summary: As the saying goes, never judge a book by its cover, but when you find yourself falling for the new employee at work, you throw caution to the wind, letting temptation lead you down a spiraling path of deception.

A/N: As with any yandere fic, if you are easily triggered, please do not read.

Jimin had left the dinner with a thousand more questions. His instincts were right about his friend, he really hadn’t changed. The plan was for Tae to move and get away from his past in order to make himself a better future and get away from the things that made him worse, but it seems that no matter where a person goes, change will never come unless they make the effort. He felt extremely guilty for having suggested he move somewhere new after Taehyung had confessed so much, but at the time, he had no other words. Taehyung had sounded panicked on the phone, and Jimin had always been there for him. It was natural to want to protect a friend, that is, until something changed his mind.

He remembers the night clearly when he went to the hospital to see for himself what had happened between Taehyung and his step-mother. Weeks had passed since Taehyung’s departure, and he just couldn’t believe that his friend had done such a thing. When he arrived, he saw her laying in the hospital bed, a bandage over her head and eyes closed in deep sleep. She was beautiful, and it was easy to see why Tae was enamored.

When he stepped closer to inspect her clearly, he noticed how her eyeballs were moving rapidly under her eyelids, suggesting that she was indeed in a heavy slumber. Just as he was going to move away, her eyes sprung open, a deep gasp stealing her breath away before she realized she was back in the hospital room, far from danger.

Jimin was about to run out to get a nurse when she stopped him with her hands. It took her a moment to gather herself before slowly sitting up and then gesturing for him to come closer.

“Please. Don’t go. I recognize you...from photos. You’re Tae’s school friend.”

Jimin looked around, unsure if he should be talking to her or if he should be getting help. She had already been at the hospital for a while, and the last time he checked, she had been diagnosed with amnesia. So why did she remember him?

“I am, yes. My name is Jimin. Are you well? Should I get a doctor?”

“No, no, please. I am perfectly fine. My head has healed so there is no need. Please sit.”

He did as she asked, clasping his hands in front of him and placing his elbows on his knees. He leaned forward in order to give her his undivided attention. As Jimin sat there, she began talking hesitantly at first, asking questions about his personal life and connection to Tae. But when Jimin told her that Taehyung had moved away, and that he had left him in charge of making sure she received care, she slowly began opening up.

“How well do you know, Taehung?” she asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.

“I know him well enough. We went to school together when we were kids.”

“But, how well do you know him?”

The questions began like this but then bloomed into a conversation he would never forget. She began telling him everything that she and Taehyung had shared, even the night when he had killed his father. She admitted to having been smitten by him and drawn in by his charms, even to the point of playing roles with him, but soon he became someone she couldn’t recognize. Before her accident, Taehyung had started getting angrier, threatening to do the same thing to her lovers if she left him. She was afraid for her life, so that night she told him she wanted to let the authorities in because she just couldn’t take it anymore. She never expected to end up in the hospital.

She told him that as soon as she woke up from her head trauma, the first thought in her head was to lie. Lie about her memories, lie about knowing Taehyung. If she were diagnosed with memory loss, maybe he would leave her alone knowing that she wasn’t well in the head. Taehyung had come to visit her often before she woke up, leaving her flowers and cards as evidence of his presence. But once she woke up and was diagnosed, his visits had stopped. And now that Jimin was there telling her the reasons why, she made him promise her something.

“Please put him away. He is not well. Wherever he goes, he might do the same thing. He is not a good person, Jimin. He is crazy and he needs help. Promise me you’ll put him away.”

Jimin had seen the fear in her eyes, the way her body trembled whenever she said his name. Whatever he had done to her, he could see it was terrible. She may have recovered from the head trauma, but her emotional scars were deep. Jimin couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for her to be abused by her husband and then manipulated by his son. It was his fault Taehyung was out there having fun while his step-mother lived in fear and misery.

“I knew about the murder and I helped him hide the body, but his father was no good. He beat me and he hated his own son. With all of that, there is still no excuse for murder. He made me promise not to tell anyone. Even when I wanted to turn myself in, he tried to stop me and I ended up in the hospital. Please don’t tell anyone about me. I want to stay away from him forever.”

After talking for another hour, Jimin had agreed to keep her lie and check up on Taehyung. The ruse of her illness had to continue, so he placed her under care with a nurse and booked the first flight to Taehyung’s new city. He hadn’t expected it to be as bad as it was, but the way his friend had behaved at dinner made him anxious and worried for your life.

____

With only a few days left before he had to return home, Jimin needed to act quickly, so he came to the place he knew he would find you. He didn’t have any other way of contacting you, and the risk he was taking was crazy, but he had no other choice. As he walked cautiously, head low in case he met someone he didn’t want to see, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Cici. He moved towards her quickly, sliding up behind her to tap her on the shoulder. The reaction she gave was priceless, books flying out of her hand and a yelp that reverberated across the walls of the hall they were in.

“Shit! My God! You scared me half to death. You’re lucky you’re a cutie because otherwise…”

“I’m so sorry...hey listen..is _____ around?”

Cici eyed him suspiciously, her right eyebrow arched and lip turned into a pout. “What do you want to see her for?”

“I—I just wanted to tell her thank you for the lovely dinner last night. But umm..I only want to see her, not Tae.”

“Hmm. Okay, well she’s working in the periodical section, but…”

Before she could finish, Jimin was on his way, pulling his hat down to hide his face. It was silly he knew, but he didn’t want to take a chance of angering Taehyung and missing his opportunity to talk with you. Immediately he found you, quietly standing by your station, and he thanked the heavens that everything worked out perfectly.

He makes his way to you, adjusting his cap nervously worried that he looked like some predator. “____, hi it’s me.”

“Jimin! Hi.What are you doing here?” You notice he’s acting a little strange, but you shake it off. He was probably just shy.

The way you shout his name has him panicking, hands gesturing for you to be silent, but also trying not to look like a paranoid freak. “Ha...hi...um...I was just wondering if you had time for us to talk. Maybe we can grab a coffee or something?”

You don’t hesitate, happy to make time for Taehyung’s best friend. You didn’t know how long he would be in town and you wanted very much to ask him about the statement he had made at dinner.

“Yeah, sure of course. I just need to let Taehung know.”

“No! Please! I mean..please don’t let him know. I don’t think he would like it. I just really need to talk with you. Alone. I know it seems a little strange, but..I just need an hour...maybe less.”

You bite your bottom lip anxiously, running your hand over your ear to comfort your nerves. You always told Taehyung wherever you were and though the feeling of not letting him know made you feel uncomfortable, you knew that it would probably be worse if he knew, so you agree.

____

It doesn’t take you long to find the place Jimin suggested, and knowing that Tae might try to track you, you turn off your location services. The lie was already planned. You would tell him your phone had died and you couldn’t get back to him. It seemed like a reasonable scenario and you really hoped it would work.

Stepping inside the cafe, you enjoy the welcoming calm and quiet atmosphere. You felt incredibly tense being somewhere alone with the man that made your boyfriend jealous. You see Jimin sitting at a booth, a cup of warm coffee being brought up to his plump lips. He really was cute, his warm sweater long enough for him to pull over his hands like sweater paws. The contrast between him and Taehyung was astronomical, but you knew they both had their unique powers to attract any woman they desired. When he sees you, he smiles, and gestures for you to come and sit.

You remove your jacket and scarf placing them beside you. Jimin looks at you curiously over the rim of this coffee cup which he hugged tightly between his fingers. “Are you okay? You look a little pale. I hope I haven’t placed you in a compromising situation. I just really had to speak with you before I left.”

“No..I mean..yes, I’m fine. I just didn’t tell Taehyung like you asked me to and I am feeling kind of guilty. What is it that you have to tell me that you can’t say in front of him?” You glance around the restaurant, a hand coming up to rub behind your neck, the feeling that someone was watching slowly creeping in. But no one was watching, of that you were sure.

You had left work before Taehyung, his shift lasting until later, so you asked Cici to keep an eye on him and to let you know if he left for any reason. Of course you felt like you were behaving irrationally, but Jimin seemed to bring the paranoia out of you.

“I know you probably think I’m behaving strangely and that asking you something like that was a lot, but I really needed to talk to you alone. What I am about to tell you won’t sit right with you and you will probably not believe me. I feel that as Taehyung's friend, and the only person to truly know what he is, it is my obligation to warn you.”

“Warn me? Warn me about what?”, you huff out sarcastically. “Taehyung has been nothing but kind and loving to me. What is this, Jimin? I don’t really even know you. What if you’re lying to me?”

Jimin breathes out of his nose in frustration. He really didn’t want to do what he was doing, the pain unmistakable in your eyes, but he had to. He promised Tae’s step-mother, and now that he knew what he knew, he felt responsible for having told him to leave. Maybe if Taehyung had stayed, he would have paid for his heinous crimes.

“I’m not!”, his voice elevates. “I’m..I’m not. I’m sorry..it’s just that..I don’t want..I don’t mean to hurt you. You seem like a lovely girl, but Taehyung is dangerous. He may seem kind. That’s his trick. He is sweet and friendly...loves to be around people....is very clever…”

Jimin continues to tick off all the charms he knew his best friend possessed. But that was not the goal of this conversation. He pauses for a moment, straightening out his sweater in a fuss, and then continues.

“I know you know all of this, but the other side of him is what worries me. Has he started being jealous...possessive...scary?”

Your face suddenly feels hot and you place your hands under your thighs to keep them from shaking. Pressing your lips together, you take in a deep breath before replying. “Yes..but what does that—…?”

“It’s how it all starts. He isn’t who you think. He has a dark past, ____. I am so sorry to tell you this now and suddenly, but after that dinner, I knew he hadn’t changed. I need you to be smart here. I don’t want what happened to his step-mother to happen to you.”

You tried to listen and be reasonable, but everything he was saying made no sense. It felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest the more he spoke, but when he mentioned the word step-mother, your attention was quickly back on him.

“Step-mother? I thought he had a real mother. I thought he was taking care of her. What do you mean ‘what happened to her’. Tell me.”

Your breaths come in short pants as you feel your blood pressure rise. The cafe suddenly seemed stuffy the more Jimin continued speaking. He explains what went on...the relationship you never knew of being thrown in your face. He stops suddenly to warn you briefly, but then he continues on, and what he says about his father stops your blood cold.

“H-he...did what?” You’re standing suddenly, the room spinning all around you. You can’t breathe, can’t feel; the exit just a few feet away. “I need air..I need air..I-.”

The room turns dark all at once and a sharp pain shoots through your body, starting from your head.

Jimin is up just as quickly as you stand. He sees what you’re doing and knows exactly where this will go. He tries to catch you before you fall, but you land right on the floor, your head hitting the cement when you crash.

He’s quick to ask for water and a cold towel from the employees. He never intended to spill everything so fast, but it just flowed out of him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Slowly he lifts you onto his lap, holding you tight and checking for any bleeding. “Oh, thank God.”, he whispers to himself.

It was clear you had a small bump on your head, but nothing major. In just a few short minutes your eyes flutter open and the light from the room blinds you. You search around trying to remember what happened, but the first face you see is Jimin, and it all comes back to you.

“W-what happened?”, you mumble.

“You had a panic attack...I think. Are you well? Here, have some water.”

Jimin lifts you up a little more, slightly placing the glass against your lips. You start to feel better, and upon looking around, you realize everyone in the cafe is starting at you. You feel embarrassed, so you tuck your head into Jimin’s shoulder and ask him to speak on your behalf. He does so and immediately everyone returns to their seats. Jimin helps you to stand and walks you back to the booth where this whole mess began.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pass out. All of this is just...too much. I..don’t know what I’ll do. What am I supposed to do?”

Jimin watches your brows furrow and lips turn down into a frown. He really didn’t plan anything past this part. All he could think of was to talk, and so he did. He told you everything he knew from start to finish. This time, thankfully, you didn’t run or fall. It was like he was talking to a statue, the way you sat there unblinking.

“So this is what you meant when you said he is not who I think he is? He really isn’t, Jimin. I’m so scared.”

“I know. It’s a lot to take in. I was having a hard time myself when I finally saw him, and he treated me the way that he did. At school he was always a little different, but he never shunned me. I fear he’s getting worse, and he needs to get help. Maybe we can plan a way for that to happen.”

As you and Jimin sat together, the hours tick by. The more you talked, the more you realized that you were in deep trouble. Soon enough, you both came together with a plan. At first things would be difficult, but you knew that if Taehyung loved you, he would do as you asked.

Jimin continues talking, his plan coming out quickly as if he already knew it would work. He speaks clearly, a method he learned to use in order to give off the illusion of confidence. He knew you were scared, he could see it in your eyes, so he had to be brave. If he sounded like he wasn’t convinced of his plan, then you wouldn’t follow through.

“I just need to meet him at the library. It’ll be perfect there since it’s a public place. It may have to be when there’s no one around. Once there, I’ll confront him about you and his past. When he gets angry, I want you to call the police before he even has a chance to react. And then, I will go to the police station and drop off this signed statement from his step-mother. Taehyung has to pay for his crime. He cannot continue living his life like this. He’s too dangerous.”

Jimin watches you close your eyes and take in a deep breath. He felt bad for you in a way. How could you have known Taehyung would be a monster? He really needed to get his friend under control. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. I’m just so nervous. What if he finds out?”

“He won’t find out. Just play it cool. You can trust me.”

____

When you get home, you turn on your phone knowing that Taehyung had probably been trying to get a hold of you all this time. The moment it’s on, notification after notification start popping up on your screen. It takes about a good minute before they stop. You put your jacket down on the couch, kicking off your boots carelessly before walking down the hall towards your room. You don't even make it inside when your front door is being pounded on.

You know who it is, and the realization hits you that you were about to be alone with a murderer. You hesitate at first, your feet refusing to budge, but then another pound draws your attention and the heavy thudding of your heart causes you to run forward. You didn’t want to draw the neighbor's attention, and you also didn’t want to anger him further because from the sound of it, he was angry.

Just as you swing the door open, Tae’s fist freezes in midair and the look on his face is indistinguishable. He looks upset yet scared, and for the first time in your life you were afraid of him. The darkness from the hallway behind him makes him look larger and darker, almost villainous. It’s extremely hard to fake, but you pretend to smile at his presence.

“Tae! Hey..I was just about to call you. My phone died and—”

“What? Your phone? Wha- You couldn’t have asked someone else for theirs? I thought the worst things. How could—”

His breathing increases, and he’s grasping at his chest. The whole thing is Oscar worthy, and yet you’re not even sure if he’s faking. He looked in complete distress. Suddenly, he drops to his knees and begins heaving out cries. You’re in complete shock, looking around the background for any neighbors.

“____, my god. Do you know what you do to me? I- I was so angry. I felt like dying. Baby...why did you do this? Don’t you love me?”

He lunges forward and grabs your legs, pulling you forward into his grasp. On his knees, he cries, his loud complaints muffled by your clothes. He doesn’t stop. You stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do with your hands, but then he suddenly stops crying and looks up at you from where he kneels.

“Baby, I was so angry. I thought you were going to leave me. Are you going to leave me?”

His tears fall slowly over his sweet face, but the rage swirling in his eyes tells another story. You’re frozen still, time not in your favor. You had to respond, say something to calm him, because now you could see what Jimin was talking about. How had you missed it before? Your throat constricts and you will with all your might to say one word, the only word you know will make all of this go away temporarily.

Swallowing heavily, you reach a hand out to caress his cheek, watching his eyes flutter softly.

“No. No, I’m not going to leave you.”

A wicked smile, so minute that if you blink you might miss it, appears on his lips. He jumps to his feet, shoving his fingers into your hair before pulling you in to kiss you deeply. Never before had you felt sick to your stomach by this action. Where once it brought you pleasure, now it brings you fear. You feel sick to your stomach as you let him kiss you, never realizing how in the past you would have loved to be lost in his kisses forever.

He finally releases you, hands still tightly gripping your hair, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“I’m so happy. Now..tell me where you were.”

After thirty minutes of conversation, he somehow buys your story about being in the mall alone and that your phone died. You had told him you wanted some alone time, which he took to heart. He didn’t think you would need time away from him. He didn’t understand.

Soon enough you were able to calm him down again, telling him that you had missed him like crazy and you were glad that he came. You never coined yourself a liar, but you were actually pretty good at it.

“We can’t have you losing battery power. I’m going to buy you a portable charger tomorrow. And if you ever need to go anywhere for a long time, please tell me, okay? I love you so much, you know that? If anything ever happened to you...I don’t know what I’d do. You’re mine. My pretty doll. No one can take you from me.”

“Tae..you don’t have to do that..it’s fine. I’ll make sure to charge my phone.”

“No. don’t argue with me. There are evil people out there, ____. I need to be able to keep you safe. You do know how much I love you? Right?”

You stared at your hands, unable to look him in the eyes for fear that he might break your façade. When you don’t respond, he grabs your chin with his index finger and turns you to face him. “Right, baby?”

His eyes are dark, something you once interpreted for lust, but now it’s pure rage. When Jimin had told you all about Tae’s past, you didn’t think you’d be facing him so soon. You were all alone tonight, and you had to pretend. Pretend.

“Yes, of course, Tae. I do know. I do.”

“Good girl.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, this time it’s soft. When he pulls back his eyes scan over your face carefully. There was something off. He didn’t know what, but he could sense it. “Come sit on my lap. I want to watch a movie with you.”

Cautiously you do as he asks, sitting on his thighs as he adjusts so that you are both comfortable on the couch. The television goes on and a movie is picked quickly. The night fades as your mind turns blank to your surroundings. At some point you ended up wrapped up in his arms as the little spoon while he nosed around your neck, occasionally leaving small kisses and blemishes on your skin.

You eventually fall asleep, somehow your guard dropping from the exhausting effort of keeping it up. The next thing you know, Taehyung’s deep voice resonates in the air. He sounds like he’s talking to someone, and when you come to, you realize he’s talking to Jimin.

“Okay. Yeah, sure. We can meet up at the library. I close it tonight. It’s no problem. See you then.”

You close your eyes quickly when you hear him finish the conversation. After a short moment, he is suddenly kneeling before you by the couch, leaving sweet kisses along your shoulder and lips. “Morning, angel. Wake up, my pretty baby.”

You feign sleepiness, stretching out leisurely as if you had the best sleep in your life. You hadn’t.

“There she is. So..I have to get home and get ready for work. And then after that I'm going to meet up with Jimin. He leaves tomorrow, so I owe him that. I should probably apologize to him, huh? What do you think, baby?”

The man before you is so different, nothing like the chaotic mess from the night before. You start to question whether or not he was as evil as Jimin had said, but you weren’t an idiot. Shutting down your heart, you let your brain take over. “Yeah, sure. I think that would be nice, Tae.”

He smiles at you, offering one more sweet kiss before getting up to leave.

“Call me. I know you don't work today, so I want to know what you’re up to. I’ll miss you every second.”, he speaks over his shoulder as he opens the door.

“Okay.”, you reply in a whisper. If he wanted you to call, you would have to or else this entire plan would be ruined. You would not be able to leave the house without telling him either because now you couldn’t use the dead battery excuse. As soon as he shuts the door, you jump up and run to the shower to wash off all of his kisses and touches.

He is not the man you think he is….He is not the man you think he is...

_____

Taehyung goes home, gets ready and makes it to work. The whole time his brain was active, countless scenarios of what you could have been doing for so many hours without him torturing his mind. And then, as if coincidentally, Jimin calls to meet.

He had to give you credit; you were a much better liar than he thought. As he worked mindlessly, he thought of nothing but Jimin kissing you and touching you, his anger boiling. He never thought you'd have it in you to cheat on him, and with Jimin no less.

What had he told you exactly? It must have been something serious because your touches weren’t the same, and your response wasn't what it used to be. He’d find out soon enough, just six more hours to go. Once he talked to Jimin, everything would be sorted out and then he’d be back to living his life peacefully with you. Jimin was a brother to him, but right now he was crossing the line, and he really wanted Jimin to go back home immediately.

As soon as his shift is over, he turns out the majority of the lights in the building and bids the security officer farewell. He had closed the library down plenty of times on his own, so it wasn’t anything new for him. As he reaches the main lobby ready to walk out to meet Jimin, he finds that he’s already sitting on one of the chairs, a leg crossed over the other as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Taehyung. Hey, brother. How was your shift?”

Tae eyes him suspiciously, wondering why he seemed so happy when they clearly had a lot of serious things to talk about.

“It was fine. If you’re ready we can—”

“Oh. Yeah. About that..see, I was thinking maybe we could hang out here. I know it’s your workplace, but I brought some beers. I hear the view is great from the rooftop.”

At first Tae thought Jimin was joking, but when he pulls the six-pack out of a paper bag, he just about laughs in his face. Jimin really had balls. There was just something about him. In school he had this style that always drew everyone in. Perhaps that’s why they became best friends.

“Yeah sure. I guess we could do that, weirdo.”

Jimin chuckles, punching Tae on the shoulder as he moves ahead of him to find the elevator. As he walks he sends you a message quickly before his friend can catch up and see.

Jimin: We’re on our way up. Once we’re upstairs, you can follow us and be ready to make the call.

Y/N: okay

You held your breath as you watched the two men from your hidden place behind the bookshelves. When Jimin had entered, you came in after him, quickly running to hide in a place you knew Tae couldn’t see. He looked so beautiful walking up to Jimin, and a piece of your heart crumbled. Why did he have to be this way...why him?

When the coast was clear, you made your way up through the dark halls using an alternative route. The entire time all you could think of was whether or not you were doing the right thing. Your mind was clouded with images of him murdering someone, but you also struggled when you remembered all the beautiful time you both spent together. Setting your resolve, you make your way to the door nearest the stairwell that would lead to the roof. Squeezing your phone in your hand, you waited for the text message you knew would change everything.

–PT. 8

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jamaiskookie · 4 years

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may i request some smutty AUs o queen minnie 🅱️lease

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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So after re-reading chapter 9 again (forgive my childlike enthusiasm over TSOT, I fucking love this fic), few that came to my mind-

It was never mentioned why he got into a fight, with a cop on top of that. I can't shake the feeling that Heejin was the reason. I mean both Jungkook and Heejin was pretty popular at that point. Maybe somehow Heejin was the topic of a conversation and given how shitty the man are towards an Omega in this AU, the things being discussed must not have been decent (again, I'm assuming) I mean Jungkook seems like the one who minds his own business (flashback to the mall incident during Christmas). The topic of the argument has to be big enough to rile him up enough to hit a cop.

And hyorin breaking up with him right after that is also kinda suspicious. I mean hyorin was straight up rude towards Heejin. No matter how humongous of a dick you are, you just don't let it slip up at your first conversation, not at least someone who's just gotten out of Taehung's therapy (I'm a fan of this man here, making anime eyes, nosebleed and what not and shit, I may as well open a fan club)

Maybe Heejin was somehow overshadowing their relationship and hyorin didn't like that and Jungkook being arrested, assuming over Heejin, was the last straw for her. And her acting like the way she did towards Heejin, the arrangements of the exhibition everything says she had bitter feelings towards Heejin. Because I would never believe Jungkook portrayed an negative image of Heejin that would lead Hyorin to believe what she did was okay. Maybe Jungkook did portray as someone too good that got Hyorin riled up instead.

I'm also glad Jungkook didn't forget what he did and has the decency to call spade a spade. Because in order to correct a mistake, one needs to admit there was one. And to not repeat that, one needs to remember what they did. But I also hope he forgives himself eventually just remember enough not to feel remorse but feel cautious enough not to repeat that.

Why do I feel like the other Mr. Jeon is going to get his ass handed to him in the next chapter 👀. Are we finally gonna get that alpha growl over "Don't look at my Omega" thingy? That would be so freaking cliche that I love it (I'm sorry I'm an obnoxious person. But am I sorry though?). I really like Wonwoo here so far and I hope he doesn't turn out to be a jerk as well and cause too much of a problem between them because as a proud member of Jungkook-Heejin Shipers club, I would diligently fight him ✊

That was a long-ass ask, I would say sorry but I'm really not 😶

And finally, how are you baby? And how are my baby's babies? Life treating you well? Let me remind you, I love yaaa btw if you don't remember.

Ahhhhh you've given this a lot of thought....but honestly its not that complicated.... Jungkook misses Heejin gets drunk and then hits a cop who tries to arrest him...that's all....and even Hyorins attitude towards Heejin isn't really personal..... Jungkook and Hyorin don't really have a relationship to speak of.... Jungkook mentions that he started getting drunk and got arrested about a month or so after moving to Florence...so that was seven months ago..... And she broke up with him right away so they only dated a few weeks max .....

Jungkook also has a very biased view of omegas...he doesn't openly admit it but his attitude of indifference when Heejin is being bullied is quite wrong....so he has to fix that

......

As for the other Mr Jeon, I think you may fall in love with him in the coming chapters 😌😌😌😌😉😉😉😉😉

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ddaenggtan · 4 years

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black irises in the sunshine | kth

anger is everything. other gods tease you for the short fuse, but it comes with the territory. people have called you stupid, have called you dumb, oafish, useless, incompetent, insolent, rude, arrogant. all of it. insults and mockery flung at you, but even your skin isn’t thick enough to deal with constant abuse. it’s the exact reason you keep going to the underground, knuckles bloody and bruised, fighting anyone that dared enter the cage. it’s the reason you go to the clubs, surround yourself with mortals and their writhing bodies. it’s there that you see him the first time, voice husky as it rolls through the room. it’s there you find someone who treats you differently than the rest. you just never expected him to be one of the muses. | monsters and gods pt 3 (masterlist)

pairing | taehyung x reader

genre/warnings | greek god au, calliope!taehyung, ares!reader, theres a lot of violence and it does get descriptive so be aware of that, none of the main characters other than ares get hurt and its not uncalled for or anything in a narrative sense, so just be aware of that; there are mentions of other idols, but if you can guess them you get a cookie because they are Vague; suuuuper bisexual Ares, Ares Can Step On Me, like I am SO gay for her it isn’t funny; explicit smut ft: cunnilingus, taeHUNG bc hes got MASSIVE SCHLONG, some body worship kind of and then just....regular worship? like? idk how to explain that? lots of praise and lots or orgasms

word count | 14k | cross posted to ao3

a/n | HOOOOOOO this has been sitting in my google docs for literal months waiting for an ending and i decided to try to get it out for tae's birthday bUT that didn't work because i have a Job and shit so YEET I GUESS HAPPY FUCKIN NEW YEAR??? LIKE??? YEEEEEEEEEEEEE this fic is very near to me because Ares is my sweet sad angry babie and i love her, and i love tae and i love suho and i love the muses and i just........lOVE this fic like i think this is currently my favorite of the mag series so!! i hope yall also enjoy it!!!! yall are welcome to send me messages about this even tho I'm terrible at replying to them in a timely manner!! thanks to everyone who helped me with this, and everyone who has expressed interest in it, and everyone who has ever read anything of mine, because you're genuinely the best people ever, and this is literally a gift to y'all because you deserve it.

Fuck, that was too hard .

The guy across from you goes flying, hitting the chain link wall of the cage harder than you intended. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire, and even holding back, you've got a better buzz than even the best nectar can give. Your blood sings as the guy gets back up, and you almost wish you could remember his name, because he's put up a hell of a fight. For a mortal, anyway.

He charges at you again, and time slows as your vision tunnels. You can see the feint as he decides on it, how he hesitates in bringing his left up. You wait, watching him get closer and closer. You start to dart to your left, letting him think he's got you, before you side-step and dart to your right instead. His punch goes wide as you steady your balance and move. The top of your foot connects with his ribcage and the resulting crack of bone is lost amid the cheers and yells of the audience.

Your opponent steps back and you're proud of the way he doesn't show the pain. He doesn't wince, doesn't move to touch the spot you hit, just tightens his stance and clenches his jaw. It's only you that notices the hitch in his breath, the way he flinches with every inhale. Your eyes narrow at that, zeroing in on the rib. You'd meant to just crack it, had been holding back most of your strength to keep from hurting him too seriously, but as he steps forward, you can see the way he grits his teeth against the pain.

The fight leaves you immediately, like a bucket of cold water straight to the chest, and you drop your hands.

"Yield." He just stares at you, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yield to me, and then go to the doctor."

"I'm not gonna yield," He says. He spits a mouthful of blood out onto the floor. "I'm not weak."

"Seriously, dude," You insist. "You're not gonna win this, and I don't want to hurt you more."

His scoff has you seeing red. "As if a princess like you could hurt me."

Your fist connects with his face before either of you registers that you've moved. There's a voice in the back of your head reminding you that he's just mortal, he can't take the same kind of beating you can, but it's lost in the haze of fury. The next thing you know, the ref is dragging you away and slamming you into the cage wall. Your opponent is being dragged out - you still don't know his name - and he looks beaten senseless. Victory rolls through you accompanied by a sick satisfaction at the way his blood looks decorating the canvas beneath your feet.

It lasts for less than an hour. It's always like this; the thrill of the fight, the burn of success, it's gone faster than you can blink. It's what drives you to keep fighting, to keep going to match after match, just to seek out the under-the-table stuff afterwards. It's never enough, not anymore. Back in the old days, they'd let you fight anything. Bears, bulls, lions, giants, anything they could get a noose around long enough to point it at a colosseum. That was a long time ago, though, before all the rights movements happened. You won't lie: you miss fighting beasts like that. The sheer power and strength they have, the survival instinct that makes them such fierce competitors, it's so much better than the rules and regulations of the mortal world now. Fights have gotten dull, rehearsed, more like a performance or a show than an actual fight. People make more money losing than they do winning and it's made the world boring.

You flex your hand as you open the door to your favorite bar. Something caught it at some point in the last fight, a cheekbone or a tooth, and it stings a little. Doesn't hurt, not exactly, not for a goddess, but it did enough that you feel it at all, which means it couldn't have been anything but torture for the guy on the other end. The bartender waves at you and gets your usual ready as you sit, and you idly wonder if Busted Rib Guy will be okay. It looked painful, for a human, and you'd tried to hold back, but…

Well, you weren't really responsible for what happened to condescending little fucks, were you?

You sip the bourbon, enjoying the burn as it goes down. The lights are dim, tonight. You're glad. You don't want to deal with people looking at you, men coming over to talk to you, trying to advise you on how to properly bandage your knuckles or how to avoid the bruise on your cheek next time. If you had wanted to avoid it, you would have. You'd intended it to hurt worse, honestly, but that first guy'd had a weaker right hook than you expected.

You look around, wondering if anyone here would provide a decent distraction for the night. There's a pretty brunette in the corner with carefully crafted braids, and as your eyes travel, you imagine what's hiding beneath the silk and leather. You're pulled from the thought by the sound of music, and you curse under your breath. You forgot that it's an open mic night and you'd meant to go to the bar across town instead. Irritation colors your vision; every open mic night is awful, full of lofty poets talking about their trauma and wannabe Taylor Swifts thinking they're on the same level as Sappho. Ah, now that was a girl with a set of pipes. You miss her, wonder what she would say to the butchering of whatever song you're about to hear.

The voice that comes isn't what you expect. It's smooth and deep. The world turns to velvet around you as the voice wanders from one speaker to another, creating a mesmerizing multi-dimensional effect despite the way the singer doesn't ever leave the stage. You turn, knuckles white around your bourbon glass; he's utterly magnetic, every eye in the room trained on him as he purrs into the vintage mic. Long fingers are wrapped around the scuffed metal, decorated with jewels that glitter in the dim light of the bar. You can smell the lingering cigarette smoke from the guy beside you and the Jäger from the girl two stools down and for once, you don't even care. He's captivating, voice travelling between speakers in the bar and coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

Your eyes don't leave him, and you wonder if you can memorize the way the blond waves fall against his forehead if you stare long enough.

The red seeps away from you, slinking back into the corners of your mind, settling once more into a low thrum under your skin. It fades into the background of this man's voice, the charisma that rolls off him in waves as he pulls the mic in close just to push it to the side with a teasing smirk. It settles something in your chest that hasn't been calm since the fight in Athens so long ago.

The music fades out sooner than you'd like, and he gives a slight bow before wandering into the crowd. You do your best to follow him, but the gold of his hair disappears almost immediately, lost in the throng of people around the stage waiting to speak to him. You turn back around, downing the next bit of bourbon that Suho pours you.

"I know," He says with a grin. You cock a brow at him, not having said anything he could agree with. "He's good. That's what you were thinking, right? He's why we're so packed on open mics. Got the audio and lighting guy whipped, so he's got all these special effects, too. Drives people crazy.”

"He's alright," You mutter. You toss a few bills down on the bartop and step back. Suho gives you a courteous nod as you leave. The bouncer gives you a dirty look when he spots the lit cigarette between your lips, but he knows better than to try to tell you otherwise. You've taught him better.

You lean back against the brick wall of the alley and take a drag. The warm smoke fills your lungs and you close your eyes. It's a different kind of burn than you're used to, a distraction from the crawling sensation that drives you to fight. It's calmer, more controlled. Feels like the smoke from Hestia's fires. Feels like home.

"Never expected to see you here," A voice calls out. It's deep and startling in the darkness, but you don't jump. You just open your eyes, exhale, and look to where it came from.

The singer stands before you in the same undone white button up and black tee he performed in. He doesn't have a cig, doesn't seem to have much of any reason to be outside. He moves almost lazily, as if he doesn't even need to, just wants to, and when his gaze flicks up to meet yours, your vision fills just for a breath with every opponent you've ever faced lying at your feet.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them. It's not his fault, the voice in your head says, he didn't mean it that way, but still, your blood is thrumming now that he's here and you want to know what he's talking about. Want to know why he thinks you wouldn't be here when there's attractive people and good bourbon and you've never seen this man before in your life. Want to know why he already seems to think you aren't civilized enough to be at a bar, why he spoke but all you heard was Zeus' voice in your memories.

"Exactly what I said. Should I be clearer?"

"Yeah, probably," you spit. Yet another person that assumes you're stupid, that you don't understand basic languages, as if you haven't been speaking them since the ancient times. As if you couldn't speak circles around him if you wanted. "Unless you want your teeth on the fucking ground."

"Good to know the stories are true." He tsks and you're filled with a strange sense of disappointment and fury, both at him and yourself. Your vision turns red at the edges and the cigarette between your fingers is crushed in your grip. He pays no mind to it, just saunters past with a lazy, swaying gait that draws your eyes to his hips and then down the long leather-clad legs. "See you around, Ares."

"That's not my fucking name," You yell after him. He doesn't respond when you shout your actual name, the one you chose, on your own, as a middle finger to the Olympians. "Get it right next time, dickwad."

He turns the corner of the alley and the streetlight catches his face just enough for you to see the smirk he wears. For once in your life, you're torn; you want to smash his face in, yes, because how dare this random guy speak to you like that when you could kill him with one finger to the right pressure point. You also find your skin's hotter than usual, stretched too thin over your bones, and you want him to run his hands over you until it feels right again.

Until it feels like it did when he was singing.

How did he know my title?

The thought comes unbidden, days later, with the desperate hit of a palm against your shoulder. You've got the woman in a headlock, patiently waiting for her to pass out completely so the fight can be called, and your mind is wandering.

How did the singer know who you are? You hadn't thought anything of it at the time, distracted by fury and frustration, but with time comes a special kind of clarity. You've never seen him before, not that you know anyway, yet he didn't hesitate to call you Ares. The only ones who know of your kind are your kind, but you haven't seen any of your siblings among mortals in a long time. You thought you knew the other gods and goddesses, but maybe not. It has been a while since you stepped foot in the golden city.

The woman in your grip goes slack and you release her. You're still lost in thought as the ref calls the match and leads you out of the makeshift ring. The cheers of the audience are background noise at this point, akin to static or the buzz of electricity, and you pay them no mind as you head to collect your winnings. You didn't even get any kind of buzz from success this time, too immersed in the way the singer walked and talked and looked. The image of his smirk is burned into your retinas.

"Yeah, you didn't hear? He just got out of the hospital. They had to keep him overnight because they thought he might puncture a lung. I heard that if it had been a little worse, they would've had to wire his jaw shut." You stop, fingers brushing over the stack of bills you don't even remember being handed. You look up, making eye contact with the guy whispering nearby. Your suspicions are confirmed when his friend smacks his arm and juts his chin in your direction before they both disappear into the crowd.

You shove your way outside, frustration creeping through you and coloring your vision. You manage to keep it contained long enough for you to make it to the alley behind the warehouse, but it explodes from you in a rush of thrown dumpsters and sheet metal.

Fuck , you never meant to hurt him like that. You told him, you fucking told him to yield, it isn't your fault he didn't listen. It's not your fault that he went and insulted you, acted like he was better than you just by virtue of being a dude, as if you weren't worshipped in the old days for the power you had and the blessings you could give. You'd held back, through all of it, you'd told him to yield, and he insulted you. It wasn't your fault.

You slide to the ground, running a shaking hand through your hair. It isn't your fault , you repeat. You close your eyes and take deep breaths, the way Hestia taught you, willing the fury to dissipate. It's like a fire in your veins, burning and bubbling your skin until you can't resist anymore. You take another breath. It isn't your fault. You tried. You offered an out. It isn't your fault. Fuck, what was his name?

With a growl that quickly morphs into a scream, you kick the dumpster once more before stalking off into the darkness. You need a fucking drink and you're gonna find a distraction in someone else if it's the last thing you do.

The club is packed when you get there; you're not usually a fan of clubs like this, too full of people who are too friendly, but they're perfect for nights like tonight. You don't even need to wait in line, just slip the bouncer a 50 as you pass, and the bartenders are quick to spot you. You're pretty notorious in the city for over-paying, which means you're knocking back bourbon before you have a chance to ask for it. There are people everywhere, pressed up against both sides of you while the bass thrums in your throat, and it takes you longer than you're proud of to realize why.

There's a band playing, apparently. They're not bad; the vocalist isn't anything like the singer from Suho's, but it doesn't make you want to tear your ears off, so you consider it a success.

You're dancing before you remember deciding to. Everything's a blur when you get the itch in your bones, the need to make someone bleed. To feel something that isn't rage or condescension. People are even closer here on the dance floor, suffocating in their proximity, but there's a woman grinding her ass into you, and it sparks the dying fire in your gut. The beat of the music drowns your own heart, and it's all flashing lights and heat and a body pressed against yours that is all too willing.

She follows when you go back to the bar for another drink, and giggles when you lick salt from her wrist before downing tequila. Her hands are wrapped in the leather of your jacket as she kisses you, your own resting lightly on her hips. She laughs against your lips and says something you don't hear before ordering another drink. Something makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You take the brief reprieve to look around the club, searching for whatever it is that has you on alert. You find him on the upper level of the club, leaned over the balcony with a drink in hand. You can't make out his expression, exactly; it's too far away and too guarded. But you'd know him anywhere now. The singer knocks back whatever's in his glass, eyes never leaving yours. You don't know why he's here, if he comes here often or if the Fates are having a laugh at your expense, but you do know you want to make the most of it.

The girl is back, pressing a heated kiss to your lips and drawing your attention from him. You return it, nipping at her lips and getting a small gasp in return. You smirk and bite your way down her neck. She's breathy in your ear, hitched moans lost in the beat of the music, but you barely hear her as you suck bruises into the skin of her neck. He's still watching you. His drink is gone and he's gripping the bannister of the balcony, rings glinting in the light. You wonder if the cool metal could soothe the burn in your bones. You want to know if he can bring that calmness from before back, if he can soothe the frenzy in your mind with his hands the way he can with his voice. Just imagining it has you soaking through to your jeans.

The girl makes a particularly loud noise in your ear and you're brought out of your thoughts. As if he can sense it, the singer straightens. He gives you one last look before disappearing back into the crowd, and you wonder if you're imagining the disdain in it. You draw back from the girl's neck, about to tell her to find her friends when she slides her hands in your hair and tugs.

The burn in your blood is back, now, and you hope this girl is prepared for what awaits her.

"You're here early," Suho says when he spots you in the nearly empty bar the next night. He's not wrong, either; you skipped the fights tonight completely. There was no buzz last time, no relief, and you have no reason to believe there would be tonight. Not with the way the singer captivates your thoughts.

Besides, you have enough money leftover from the previous few to last a couple days.

"What, did you decide not to kick someone's ass before getting wasted?" Suho doesn't wither at the look you give him, just pours you a couple fingers of bourbon and slides the glass over. "Or did they just stop letting you in completely?"

"I might change my mind if you don't shut up," You tell him. There's no real heat behind it. You've known Suho for years now, been coming to his bar for so long it almost feels like home. You're almost friends at this point.

It helps that he knows when to bite his tongue so he doesn't get his teeth knocked out.

"Seriously though, I don't think I've ever seen you here this early. Especially not on mic nights." You're very careful in your lack of a reaction to his words. You'd seen the workers setting up for it when you came in, and even if you hadn't, you know when mic night is. You've spent enough time avoiding it.

"Does he sing every time?" You ask in lieu of an explanation. You don't look away from the amber liquid in your glass, letting the silence hang as the bartender does his best to follow your thought process.

"Taehyung? Most weeks, yeah. It's been a nice change from the usual drunken karaoke. He goes around to some of the other places in town, too. Apparently he just likes to sing."

"Taehyung," You repeat. The name rolls from your tongue a bit awkwardly. It's more than you expected, somehow, but you can't place exactly how . Just...more. "Is he always that good?"

"Oh, yeah. We have regulars now for mic night because of him. He's got a whole fan club and everything."

"Hm." You drain the rest of your bourbon and Suho refills it. He leaves you in peace then, serving some others that appear at the bar.

The place fills faster than you can blink. That's what it feels like, anyway. It's like one moment there's you and a handful of other people scattered around, and now you're being jostled between some dude a million feet tall that definitely doesn't look old enough to be here and a girl with her tits up to her throat and surrounded by a cloud of perfume so thick that it starts a migraine behind your eyes almost instantly. She flirts with Suho a little, likely trying to score free drinks, and you roll your eyes. She pouts at him when he gives her the total, batting eyelashes that go on for miles, and for once, you wish Suho would just give in and comp the drinks.

"I'll pay for them," You say. She was definitely saying something, maybe you should have been paying attention to it, but fuck , this migraine is only getting worse the longer she stands there. "I'll pay for your drinks."

"Oh, thanks," She says. Her smile is hesitant, and quickly turns apologetic as she takes in the boots and the ripped jeans and the leather jacket. "Um, I'm not...I don't, uh…"

"Do I look like I want to fuck you, sweetie?" She looks a little affronted and a laugh escapes you. You lean closer, letting your breath ghost over her cheek as you speak in her ear to be heard better. "If I wanted to fuck you senseless, you'd know it. And I can guarantee you it would be a hell of a lot better than the watered down rat piss this guy's giving you."

When you lean back, her face is flushed and she's stammering. You smirk and hand her the drinks she'd ordered.

"Too bad you’re not, you don’t, huh?" You tell her. The patronizing tone isn't lost on her, nor is your mockery of her earlier words, and she shuts her mouth with an audible click before strutting off. Suho glares at you as he pours more bourbon.

"Can you please try not to run off my patrons?" He mutters. "Some of us actually need money to live."

"Some of us would like decently timed refills and to not choke on perfume," You quip. "And better bourbon, for that matter." He hisses something about what he's giving you being top quality but you tune him out, throwing one leg over the stool Perfume Girl vacated. You'd like to keep just a little bit of personal space.

Across the bar, you catch a brief glimpse of the girl from the night before and you wince. Her neck is thoroughly bruised, and you catch a peek of bruises and scratches on her back as she shrugs her jacket on. You didn’t mean to be so rough with her, even if she had been into it; you’re usually pretty good about remembering that the mortals are just that - mortal - and as such have to be handled delicately. They’re so fragile, it feels like they could break with a strong wind. Guilt settles in your gut and turns the bourbon in your glass to cough syrup. You’ve half a mind to just leave before she sees you, are about to turn and do exactly that, but the speakers screech to life and the deafening feedback from the mic keeps you glued to your seat.

The crowd quiets even as the excitement ramps up, all talk silencing but for the occasional hushed whispers here and there. The first few notes of the song echo through the speakers, and a spotlight appears on him.

He looks different this time, his hair dyed a vibrant blue that matches the glinting jewels in his ears and on his hands. He's an absolute vision and you wonder how Aphrodite has allowed him to live so long when he's so beautiful. His voice hangs in the air and calms you, the same settling in your chest as last time, the same freedom from the burn in your veins. It's addictive.

The song doesn't last nearly as long as you want it to but the stillness inside you lingers long after he's done caressing the microphone. You place a few bills down for Suho and light up a cigarette as you head outside, ignoring the dirty looks from other patrons as you do. You're on a mission, the thrum of bloodlust returning with every second that passes, and you can't even be sure if he's still around or if he's wandered off already.

You stand in the alley for what feels like hours, turning at every sound and smoking cig after cig just so you have something to do. You've almost decided to say fuck it when footsteps sound from the back of the bar, coming closer to you.

His blue hair is visible even from the other end of the small alley, a giveaway similar to the light at the end of your cigarette and the smoke you blow into the air. There's no way he hasn't seen you, you think, you're making no effort to hide or be sneaky, and yet he's continuing forward as if he doesn't see you at all, eyes focused on a phone in his hand. You wait until he's just a few steps away before speaking.

"How do you know my title?" You ask him. He stops as if he'd always meant to and doesn't even bother to glance up at you or respond. The edges of your vision turn scarlet at the blatant disregard and you're speaking before you can even process the words. "I asked you a fucking question, pretty boy, you're gonna answer me. Unless you want that precious mouth bloodied up."

"And you wonder how I know who you are," He drawls, still not bothering to spare a glance at you. A scowl grows over your face at his sarcastic tone. "If you're going to hit me just get it over with. Otherwise, I have places to be."

He stands, waiting and expectant, but you don't move. He's humming, quiet and to himself like he doesn't even realize he's doing it, and the red seeps away from your mind until you're left clear-headed once more. You sigh, long and heavy, and crush your cigarette into your denim-covered thigh to put it out. It tickles.

"I'm not going to hit you," You tell him eventually. "I just wanna know how you know me. And how you do it."

He cocks a brow at that, finally looking up from the phone in his hand to level dark eyes on yours. "Do what? Sing?"

"No." You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat. The words are harder to find than you thought they'd be, lost in the depths of his gaze, in the clarity you're so unaccustomed to, in the way you feel like you can breathe for the first time in days. "I don't care how you sing, that's not important, it's the...fuck, you know what, never mind, it doesn't fucking matter." You push off the wall and step past him to head towards where the streetlight gleams off the bar windows.

"Tell me." The command has you stopping in your tracks, and you're again flooded with just wanting to know how. How he clears the haze, how he stops you, how he makes you feel real. You turn, hands stuffed into the back pockets of your jeans. "How I do what?"

It takes you several long breaths before you can answer, and you aren't even sure he can hear you over the sounds of people leaving the bar, and you find yourself disappearing into the crowd without waiting for a response. Your own words are reverberating in your skull, getting louder with each step you take, and you wish you could just turn it off .

"How you make me feel like a person again."

You avoid the bar for a few weeks, going hours away from your usual area to an unfamiliar hole in the wall just to make sure you don’t see him. You’re more deadly than usual in your fights, victories coming quicker, injuries piling up along with the guilt, but you can’t bring yourself to return. It’s unnerving, the way everything goes quiet around him, the way you can think, but the worst is the way you can feel. Everything’s calm and steady and blue, and it only makes it easier for the regret and the guilt and the anxiety to curl around your throat and squeeze until you can’t breathe, to clog in your throat while the laughter of your siblings echoes in your ears, and you...can’t. You can’t do that, you can’t let it win, you can’t let them win, they can’t know that you’re everything they think you are and worse.

You can’t let yourself drown in that, and yet you find yourself back at Suho’s, lost among the crowd while Taehyung’s voice surrounds you. The ache in your bones fades away, chased by the thrum of the fight that still lingers despite the hours that have passed since you felt your opponent’s femur break under your palm and their screams echoed in your ears. Everything is calm again, and the guilt nearly drowns you.

He hasn’t even finished singing before you’re outside, chest heaving as you gasp against the weight on your chest. You broke someone’s femur , and did you even really need to? The fight itself is a blur even now, snapshots playing through your mind like a montage. The way they’d darted at you first, how their foot felt connecting with the backs of your knees, the determination in their eyes when you went down, the jolt of shock as your hands wrapped around their leg, the dull throb of a barrage of hits against your waist as you pulled them down as well and bloodied their face, the blood-curdling scream as you snapped the bone like a pretzel stick.

Your breath comes faster in your lungs, forced out by the growing guilt that lodges there in its place. Images swirl in your mind, chased by a never-ending stream of thought and regret that you should be used to by now. Fuck, you didn’t need to, and you still did it; you lost control, you fucking hurt them, and for what? A couple hundred? Was it even worth it? Who knew when they’d be back into shape to fight, what if they needed the money? They weren’t even half-bad. They got you down, at least, shouldn’t you have gone easy on them? You don’t even remember their face, can’t remember what the announcer said their name was, words drowned out by the buzz under your skin.

Metal crumples under your grip and you spare a half-second to mourn Suho’s dumpster before you slam your knuckles against it. It tingles, not even real pain, and you don’t hesitate to repeat it. By the time the metal is disfigured completely, a distorted mess of paint and steel and garbage, you still aren’t in pain, but there’s a sheen of gold across your knuckles and you feel less like you’re drowning and more like you’re suffocating. The usual. You can handle that. You think.

You don’t even realize that you’ve slid down to the ground beside the dumpster until the back door of the bar opens and footsteps echo through the alley. You wish you knew how long you’ve been here, how long you’ve sat among empty bottles and stale beer and broken glass, but you can’t be sure. The brief reprieve brought by Taehyung’s voice is long gone, chased away by the guilt and rage that still sits heavy in your chest. You hope you’re not noticeable here, that whoever’s left will just pass by and leave you to piece yourself back together on your own.

Voices tell you that it isn’t likely, the deep baritone of one too familiar to ignore. The other is new, but you’re familiar with the tone, the inflection, the intent behind it. You've heard it before, in crowded clubs as a guy pushes too close to some girl who can barely stand, in a coffeeshop when a random customer can't take a fucking hint, at the local campus when some professor insists that there could be maybe one thing her student could do to pass. It makes everything in you curdle, the bourbon from earlier threatening to work its way back up; it screams predator , and you absolutely refuse to let anyone fucking talk to someone like that, like they have some right to whatever it is they want.

You refuse to let someone talk to him that way.

"Seriously, Kratos, didn't I tell you to leave me alone? Did Aphrodite not teach you your lesson last time you harassed someone?" Taehyung's voice brings a calm that's an unsettling match to the anger washing over you. You're used to the red at the corners of your vision, the tint to everything you see, but you aren ' t used to the way it all turns purple and focused and clear .

There's no haze this time, there's no abrupt shift of you moving before you know you've done it. You can feel the glass crunching under your boots with every step you take, can feel the way the air has a chill that creeps down into your lungs with every breath, can almost taste the apprehension that's rolling off of Taehyung despite his relaxed stance. The only thing that gives him away is the tense set of his jaw and the mix of relief and fear when his eyes land on you.

"I'm pretty sure he said no, Kratos." The god turns at your voice and you watch the realization wash over him as he realizes what - who - you are.

"Been a while since anyone's seen you, Ares." He scoffs a little, not moving from where he has Taehyung caged against the wall of the bar, one hand pressed firmly into the brick. He's entirely too close, and you have no doubt that the stench of him permeates the very oxygen around them.

"Been busy. Doesn't change the fact that the man said no. Take the loss, walk away." Kratos' eyes narrow at your words and he steps away, but only to move closer to you.

"Why do you care so much? You've never been one to care about any of us before." Kratos inches closer and the hyper-focus that Taehyung's voice causes starts to melt away with every twitch of your fingers. You've never liked Kratos, all brute strength with no respect for the challenge, no appreciation of the fight, too focused on sheer power and exhilaration. He is the worst of the worst of the worst of your kind, of all the war-focused gods. Every bit of yourself you hate is every piece that Kratos loves about himself.

"I care that you don't seem to be able to understand when someone doesn't want to be around you, you absolute piece of filth. Taehyung had a point though, I really thought the whole thing with Aphrodite would've taught you how to back off. Or should I pull the video out, I think I still have it saved for when I need a good laugh." Malice and fury twitch across the other god's face and you absolute revel in it. You can feel his anger prickling across you, like needles in your very pores, and you ache for it. It's been so long since you last had a good fight, a real challenge where you didn't need to hold back at all.

Too long since you fought a god like yourself.

"You're testing my patience, cousin," Kratos spits. It's a little generous to call the two of you cousins - you're several times removed, at best, and potentially closer than that with your family's warped history - but you let him have it. It might make him feel better. "I'm having a conversation, that's all. And if said conversation means that we end up back at my place, then, well, can anyone really blame me for what might happen to this pretty little m-"

Your fist connects with his jaw immediately and the red floods you for the few seconds it takes to register Taehyung calling your name. The calm struggles for a second, warring with the rage, but it wins out eventually. The singer's talking, but you can't make out any actual words. You're too focused on Kratos, the way he's righting and readying himself for a brawl. There's a fire in his eyes that matches the one in yours and everything in you feels alive for the first time in too long.

This fight is different than your usual ones. There's no blur, no warped sense of time that usually comes with the adrenaline. You're focused and controlled in a way you haven't had to be for centuries, careful and precise and deliberate with every swing and every kick. The red seeps back in slowly and every time you think you're about to lose it, you hear Taehyung, still pressed against the wall of the bar.

Kratos lunges at you for what has to be the tenth time, clearly trying his best to knock you to the ground - he succeeded, once; you let yourself get distracted, too caught up in thoughts, but it didn't last long - and you sidestep him just in time for him to ram into the ruined dumpster instead. He looks pissed when he turns back around and something in you sings at the sight. He makes for you again and you dodge again, only to be dragged back towards him by the grip he has on your jacket. Fuck, should've taken that off , whatever, he's too close.

Pain explodes in your side and you're fairly sure he's busted part of your rib, but you just slide your arms out of the sleeves and twist to plant your knee straight into his gut and then slam your heel down onto his much-less-safe toes, and then back up to knee him in the groin. It's nowhere near enough to take him out, but his nose is oozing golden ichor and he groans with every shift of his weight, and you've got him pinned against the wall with your forearm pressing hard into his windpipe.

"Now, you're gonna listen to me you steaming pile of dog shit," You hiss. "When someone tells you no, it's not a fucking negotiation. It means you fucking leave and find someone with loose enough morals or enough internalized self-hatred that they're willing to subject themselves to your absolutely pitiful fucking excuse of an existence for the thirty-two seconds it'll take for you to get off."

Kratos doesn't respond, just sneers and spits blood at you. It's a miracle you don't actually try to rip his head from his body, because the thought crosses your mind for a second too long. Instead, you just press harder against his windpipe and enjoy the choked gasp that it draws.

"You don't stalk people either, the way you did with 'Dite. Don't you know it's better to let them come to you sometimes?" You tsk, ignoring the way he claws uselessly at your arm. Gods may not need to breathe, that's a fact, but they feel pain, and there is no way this isn't absolutely excruciating for him when even you can feel the small bones in his neck cracking and breaking. "And if I hear even a whisper of you pulling shit like this again, then I'm gonna find you, you pigshit. And when I do, I won't hold back even the slightest, and do you know what comes after that?"

His eyes are full of fear now, and only grow wide with terror as you lean in close enough that he can feel your lips against his ear as you whisper.

"You are going to wish that you could die."

When you do release him, he disappears instantly, with a cloud of acrid grey-green smoke curling around your ichor-spattered boots. He's only been gone a second when you slump, the adrenaline fading as quick as Kratos had left. Your side is throbbing now, your knuckles are bruised and broken and gold, there's a pain in your leg that you aren't sure what's causing, your head is screaming even through the high of the fight, your face stings in the crisp-cool air. Every breath makes the pain worse so you stop breathing. The brick wall of the bar is rough against your palms, but it's the only thing around that can keep you upright, so you'll take it.

"Well," a voice drawls from your left. You'd jump if you had anything left in you, but every ounce of energy is gone, spent teaching Kratos what Aretha Franklin meant when she sang about respect - and really, there was another fantastic singer, you really should visit her sometime soon - so instead your head lolls to the side. You aren't sure what it is that jolts through you when your eyes land on Taehyung, fingers curled carefully around the collar of-

Your jacket. That's your leather jacket. You barely remembers shrugging out of it, but you're glad it's not on the ground, trampled and covered in the gold spatters that decorate the rest of your body.

"Well?" You echo, wincing at the pain it causes. You've definitely got a busted lip, that's for sure from the way it feels different and swollen, and you're pretty sure there's a head wound, too, because you don't remember there being a golden halo around Taehyung before the fight.

"Well," He repeats, slinging the jacket - your jacket - over a shoulder. "You should get that looked at." He starts walking, making his way to the entrance of the alleyway. He gets halfway there before he stops and turns and cocks a brow. "Are you coming, or do I get to keep this?" Your jacket waves a little, as if he's wiggling it, and it makes you feel like a stray dog being lured off with treats.

You're never going to tell anyone that it works.

Taehyung's place is as nondescript as the car he parks outside. It's a plain apartment building on the outside - looks like maybe it was a hotel back in the 1930s, based on the outdated carpeting in the lobby and the grate on the elevator he steps into. Even the hallway is plain and unassuming as he leads you to the end and uses an old, tarnished brass key on an older, more tarnished brass knob. You aren't sure what you expected, you can't even begin to guess what Taehyung is like outside of the dirty alley or the stage where he sings, can't fathom what kind of decor he could possibly have.

What you step into isn't anything you could have guessed. It looks like he has the entire rest of the floor to himself based on what you can see, but there's also a spiral staircase tucked into a corner, bookshelves built in under each step that are filled to the brim, and a fireman's pole in another corner, so there's at least one more level above this, but something tells you both the staircase and the pole continue past that. There's artwork everywhere, pieces you recognize and pieces you don't, several van Goghs and a couple from Matisse and you think in the corner you spot an actual fucking da Vinci sketch that's supposed to be somewhere in Europe. There's a gramophone beside a top-of-the-line sound system, an entire wall that's just a record collection, books upon books, framed bits of poetry - including an actual hand-written rupi kaur, a signed Maya Angelou print, and a signed cover of ain't i a woman by bell hooks that you would die to know how Taehyung got his hands on. It's a museum's wet dream and yet it retains a lived in atmosphere. There are mugs left on tables, blankets strewn about as if someone just got up from a nap, an easel propped up by a far window with what looks like an impressionist painting of the cityscape, books tossed down half-read with receipts and coupons and candy wrappers and everything but a bookmark tucked between the pages.

It feels like a home and it makes your heart flutter in your chest at the same time that something in your stomach shrivels up into itself.

Taehyung walks like he’s meant to be followed, so follow you do. You spy another man - older, you think, but it’s hard to tell, really - sprawled across a couch, blanket splayed across his lap as he watches some kind of dance show on a flatscreen hung above a warm and roaring fireplace, a couple of girls in what looks to be the kitchen, one sitting on the counter while the other stands between her legs and pretends not to notice the former stealing strawberries from her bowl as she taps at her tablet, and there are footsteps creaking above you, hidden behind walls even as Taehyung leads you up the staircase. They all look up when you pass, but only the man gives you a second glance; his eyes are a weight on your back that doesn’t leave until you’re upstairs and following Taehyung into a large, rather nice bathroom.

It’s vintage as well, but it’s spacious and well-kept, like the rest of the place. Taehyung pats the marble counter by the sink and you bite your tongue against the urge to tell him you aren’t a dog. You don’t move though, instead watching him as he lays your jacket across a brass bar on the wall and then digs around in a cabinet for a minute or two. When he straightens up, he’s got a somewhat dusty off-white box in his hands, and he frowns.

“Up,” He says. “I need to look at your ankle.”

You don’t move, but you can tell he doesn’t miss the twitch of your nose at the thought of being commanded like an animal. Like someone who can’t understand. Like-

He sighs.

“Please, will you sit on the counter, so I can look at your ankle?” You huff, but you do as he says.

He doesn’t speak as he works, completely silent except for the odd command - “Roll it for me...alright, now flex that...deep breath...stop fidgeting or I’ll only make it worse…” - and the occasional hum under his breath. It seems to be second nature, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, and it endears you more than you’d like. His touch is gentle but firm as he lightly squeezes your ankle and wraps it, lifts your pant leg to rub some kind of cream into a somewhat worrisome golden bruise forming on your calf, darts under your shirt to quickly and painlessly set your ribs before wrapping those as well. He doesn’t say anything at all until he’s almost finished with the cuts on your hands, golden ichor long gone and wounds already on their way to healing thanks to some sort of mist he spritzes on them.

It only stings once, as he’s spraying something over some kind of cut on your thigh where Kratos ripped through the denim there without you noticing. You can’t stop the hiss as the pain hits, though you regret it when he glances up at you.

“Sorry,” He mumbles under his breath as he dabs lightly at it with his long fingers.

“It’s fine,” You tell him. “I’m used to it.” Your voice is rough, always, but softer than usual. You don’t know why. You can’t decide if you like it.

The entire time he works, you wait. For him to tell you it wasn’t necessary, that he can fight his own battles, that he’s not surprised a brute like yourself got into a fight, that you’re no more than what the rumours say you are. You’ve got a million different curses and insults ready to spit back at him when he finally speaks.

“Thank you,” is what comes. It shocks the words out of your mouth, and you actually look up from where you’ve been watching him methodically wipe gold away from a scrape on your forearm. His gaze is concentrated on the injury and his lips are pursed and you wish you could figure him out.

He must take your silence for the confusion it is, because he continues.

“I mean it,” He says. “I’m usually not someone that lets other people fight for me, but we both know that I couldn’t have taken Kratos. He’s too strong, and he was counting on that. Until you showed up.” You don’t respond. “Is there a reason you left before my set was done? Or why you were sitting in an alley beside what is possibly the most gnarled dumpster I’ve ever seen?”

You don’t answer him, instead focusing on the way his hands feel as they tilt your chin so he can look at the cuts and bruises and scrapes that decorate your face. You focus your gaze just past his shoulder, content to memorize the pattern of his gaudy vintage bathroom wallpaper, and he doesn't press for more. The distracted humming picks up again every time he stops talking, and eases the storm of guilt shame rage pain hurt grief loneliness in your chest.

"I fight," you eventually say. Your voice is too loud in the quiet of the bathroom, shatters the silence like a sledgehammer, and you hate the way it trembles. Still, Taehyung doesn't look away from where he's carefully wiping gold from your skin, just cocks a brow, and it's as if a dam breaks in your throat. "Like, real fights. Actual competition, with rules and shit, and...sometimes the bad ones, because they tend to fight differently, it's a different kind of fight, y'know, and it's never really fair, because I'm...I'm me, but I hold back, just for fun, y'know, and it's, uh. It's alright usually, I go in, do my thing, I win, I go drink, and it all gets, I dunno, easier, maybe, for a while, like I can think right, but, um.”

You hesitate for a split second and force yourself to focus on the way the alcohol-soaked cotton tickles the cut on your head.

“Sometimes it's not...sometimes I can't control it as well, the anger, and I kind of just lose it on people, and a while ago this guy, he almost needed his jaw wired shut, but he was kind of a prick anyway, I guess, so whatever, but, uh, today, I...there was this girl and she was doing really well, actually, y'know, managed to get me down to the mat, which is rare and pretty impressive, and I'm pretty proud of her for it now, but then, I just. I just kinda lost it, like, I just kept swinging, I couldn't stop, and then I just...I broke her leg, for no real reason, just because I wanted her to hurt, and I don't...I'm not sure why I even did it, because I'd already won, right, like what was the point of doing any more, it wasn't even helping at that point, y'know, it's not like the buzz kept up any longer because I broke this kid's leg, and I love the fights, they help clear my head for a second, but I never wanted to actually-"

You words stop short, like there are too many of them to say in too short a time, and it's then you realize Taehyung's hands are in his lap and he's looking at you fully. His expression isn't neutral anymore, it's not the carefully crafted mask of a performer, it's real and open and genuine and all you see there is pain . For you. Pain and understanding and compassion you never expected to find anywhere but the deepest corners of your soul. Looking at him looking at you like that makes you feel like you can breathe again.

"You never wanted to hurt anyone." His voice is rough, like maybe there's emotion clogging his throat as well, and you aren't sure what that does to you, but something in you jumps at the thought.

Tears mar your vision as you nod and you curse under your breath before wiping them away. He catches your quivering hand in his and just holds it for a second. His eyes don't leave yours and there are a thousand things you expect him to say but what he says is:

"I believe you."

And that...it's more than you can take, and you break, right there on his bathroom counter, sobbing into his chest while he just rubs your back and hums and you remember the face of every person you've ever hurt and the look in their eyes as you left some of them for dead.

You wake up the next morning curled up on the most comfortable chaise lounge in human history, sitting up and shoving the blanket off of you in a rush before you remember where you are, why you're there. A glance around tells you that you aren't alone; there's two guys bent over a table that you think might also be a tablet, conversing quietly and pointing every so often at whatever they're looking at, a girl balanced along the edge of the staircase holding a lyre - which, wow, you haven't seen a lyre in that good condition in a while - and strumming lightly along it before she frowns and shakes her head and restarts whatever melody she's playing, and the same guy sprawled over the couch with a blanket strewn haphazardly over him while he watches a different dance video on the flatscreen. He's the closest and you don't really want to talk to any of these people but you think you might have to because you aren't really sure how Taehyung got you here last night but you know it was quite a drive. You'd just mist over to the bar if you really wanted to, but your ribs hurt like a bitch still thanks to that fucker Kratos. Anything as intense as misting is out of the question for the time being.

The man on the chaise spares you a glance that feels longer than it should, full of a judgement you have no doubt you deserve and yet somehow fires your anger anyway.

He rolls his eyes before you even say anything and waves a hand towards the kitchen. You snap your mouth closed and shoot him an irritated look, but you storm in that direction anyway. Healing is exhausting, and you want nothing more than some meat to tear into and a cold beer.

When you get into the kitchen, however, Taehyung is standing there already, as if he’s been expecting you any minute. There’s a plate in front of him, full of food you barely recognize, and he slides it towards you.

“Eat,” He says. You grit your teeth, unmoving, and he sighs again. “Please sit, and eat. You need the strength to heal properly.”

You resist for a split second, but there’s a softness to him now. Something you can’t exactly put your finger on, but that you know is different , somehow, and it changes things. It makes you want to listen, to do as he asks, because he is asking . He’s not telling, he’s treating you like an animal.

It’s a request, not a demand, and that makes all the difference.

Taehyung is quiet while you eat. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t watch to make sure you’re doing it, but you have no doubt he’s keeping an eye on you. It’s quiet, but not unbearably so; the air is broken by the sounds of the lyre and the television, as well as the soft chattering of the men at the table. It makes it comfortable, makes it soft in a way you’re unaccustomed to being, like the way people talk about lazy Sunday mornings or that voice they get when they see a cute animal.

It feels like home should be, instead of what yours is.

“So why’s Pretty Boy giving me the death glare?” You eventually ask past a mouthful of food. Taehyung barely looks up, just glancing past you to the guy laying on the couch. You can feel his eyes boring into your spine, but it’s nothing new.

“Taemin’s just protective,” Taehyung says softly. “Especially considering the stories.”

“The ones about me, you mean.”

A myriad of emotions passes through his eyes when he nods, and you wish you could more easily decipher them. Maybe in time, you will.

Maybe.

“Those, yes,” He says softly. “But he’ll learn.” He doesn’t say it, but nonetheless, you hear the words as clear as day. Just like I did.

Someone hums behind you and you glance over to see a woman - the strawberry thief - making her way into the kitchen. She gives Taehyung a look you don’t care enough to figure out, and they have an entire conversation in the span of five minutes. Something about it irks you, and it only gets worse when they start moving around each other, Taehyung handing her things without her asking.

It’s ridiculous, and you know it, but the air gets heavy in your lungs and your head starts to swim and suddenly you’re suffocating. It’s too much, there’s too much here, and you can’t take it anymore.

The force with which you shove away the counter would have slammed it into the wall were it not already attached. There are slight cracks in the granite tops, though, and there’s just enough clarity as Taehyung calls your name for you to feel guilty about it. It’s not enough to stop you though; you have to get out, you need to get out, before you do something worse, and the cracks in the granite are proof of that.

You’re out the door in an instant, your form coalescing painfully back into solid matter as you reach the hallway. Your ribs ache, screaming with the effort of trying to mist away from this place, this home , and you lean against the wall in the hope that it will help steady you.

The door opens behind you, the creak of the old hinges deafening in the silence of the hall. There’s a commotion behind it, voices overlapping each other and reverberating in your skull until they’re a twisted mockery of your siblings.

You stumble down the hall, one hand clutching your ribs to keep them as still as possible despite your movement. It’s not lost on you that there are footsteps following you, but you can’t focus on them now. You’re not moving fast, and you need to be, you should be running , but you can’t. Your vision is already clouding slightly at the edges, the sudden spike of adrenaline waning now that you’re out of the apartment.

Someone says your name and you swing.

It’s instinct, the way your fist flies through the air; you can’t control it, not this, not when the red is all you can see even as it seeps away and turns lilac. It doesn’t matter anyway. You don’t make contact with anything but the wall, plaster crumbling around your fist and onto the carpeted floor.

“That was rude,” Taehyung says softly. He doesn’t sound mad, though he should, considering you almost decked him straight in the nose. “I’ll take you back.”

He drapes your jacket over your arm and walks away, toward emergency stairs tucked into the corner instead of the elevator, and you follow. He hums as he goes, and he lets you lead the way down the stairs, keeping pace with your quick steps until both of you step out a side door into an alleyway.

Out of habit, more than anything, you light a cigarette and put it between your lips. You don’t miss the disgusted scrunch of Taehyung’s nose, but you do ignore it. The smoke is familiar in lungs, comforting, and he doesn’t understand it, won’t ever understand it, but he doesn’t have to.

“Sorry, Tae,” You say after a few minutes of silence. Taehyung shrugs one shoulder and moves to lean beside you against the stone of the building.

“Are you okay now?” You nod, taking a deep breath, remembering how Hestia had taught you, so long ago, how her hand felt against your chest, the warmth and love it held. “Then you’re forgiven. And you can call me Calliope, if you want.”

You’re both quiet after that. He doesn’t make fun of you, he doesn’t judge you, he just silently drives you back to Suho’s bar, which is when you remember that he doesn’t know where you live. You’re fine with it; you don’t want to see him in your run down hovel. It’s not much, especially compared to his own apartment, but that makes sense, too.

What could ever live up to the home of a Muse? Not even a muse, really. The Muse. The Head of the Nine Muses, the one called on most often by those in need, the one that everyone knew, the one that Hephaestus just put statues of in the gardens of Olympus, according to the rumors that Apollo sent you.

The calm that he brings lasts until you get back to your apartment, nearly ten full minutes after you disappear into the alley beside Suho’s bar. It’s the longest the calm has ever lasted, and the view of the city tinted lavender is one you think you love.

If you can love.

Things get clearer, somehow. The weight on your shoulders lessens, makes you feel less like Atlas and more like you, how you were all those years ago in the now-ancient days when things made sense. When people fought for honor and glory and justice more than they fought for oil and death and greed.

It could be because open mic nights are frequent around the city, and you’re able to figure out his schedule pretty well. You don’t go every night that he sings, just when it gets to be too much, when the scarlet haze starts to bleed into your irises like a flag in front of a bull. It helps, for a while, lets you settle long enough to pull the pieces of you back into a shape that vaguely resembles yourself.

It could be because the fights happen every night, and Taehyung is no stranger to where to look to find them. He watches every one that he can, when he isn’t singing, and his presence anchors you. Focuses you, so that you can pull your punches just enough, so that there’s less hurting and more fighting. It doesn’t work every time, you still lose yourself in the rage and do more damage than you ever mean to, but it helps enough. And when it doesn’t, he’s there, to slide a hand across your shoulders in that exact same way that Hestia used to, that Apollo might if you let him close enough to know you’re alive, that Artemis would , were she anywhere but where she is.

It’s a strange feeling. You’re not used to companionship, you don’t know how to have friends. You still say the wrong things and do the wrong things and he still speaks to you like he expects to be listened to, but you both are learning. You apologize more often, and he corrects himself quicker. It’s a slow, fragile thing, this friendship, but it’s there.

Until the night when it’s not.

You aren’t sure how it happens. It’s been weeks since you last saw Taehyung; he mentioned some project he was working on, something or another that would have most of his attention along with that of several of the other Muses. You had brushed it off when he said it, some snide remark about how you don’t need him there to win.

You would take it back if you could.

Because you were right, of course, you don’t need him there to win; you can do that on your own. And your control has gotten better, stronger, over the last few months, but complacency is what always leads to disaster.

The guy deserved it, is what you tell yourself as you’re pulled out of the ring. He was a piece of shit anyway, you remind yourself as you call Apollo with shaking hands. He didn’t deserve your mercy, you tell the golden gold after you’ve begged him to help save the man’s life. Artemis would have done the same, you insist to him, long after he’s hung up the phone and left to follow the ambulance to the hospital.

You don’t go to Suho’s. You can’t bear it, not when he might be there, not when he would read it on your face in a heartbeat. You don’t want to watch the disappointment crumble into something more familiar, something worse, you can’t watch him look at you with the knowledge that your siblings are right, that they’ve always been right, that you’re nothing better than a crazed animal.

The club is packed full when you get there. The bartender starts to pour you a drink and you just take the bottle, leaving a too-thick wad of bills in return. The bourbon tickles as it goes down but it warms your stomach and distracts you from the haze in your mind, the repetitive beat of they were right they were right they were right they were-

“Whoops, sorry,” someone says, a second before they knock into your shoulder. You’ve been around long enough to know a fake fall, and you scowl as you glance towards them.

He’s cute. Taller than you, with skin that would hide the marks you so love to create, and hair that looks like it would be soft in your hands. His clothes fit well, and they look like they were chosen for comfort over style despite the way he walks like a model in them, which you always find attractive.

The smile that slips onto your face is familiar, as is the way you bring your hand up to rest on his hip in an effort to steady him.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” You tell him, not being subtle in the way you eye him. He looks soft; you love them soft. “You headed to get a drink?”

“I might be,” He says teasingly, a coy grin forming on his lips.

“I’ve got something better, if you’re interested.”

His eyes roam along your body, his breath drawing somewhat quicker when he notices the scrapes on your knuckles. “I might be.”

It takes five minutes to get him to a corner quiet enough to talk. Less than three to get your lips on his. One and a half to start sucking a mark into his neck that makes him moan so pretty you can’t help but want to hear it again.

One of your hands is up his shirt, playing with the pebbled buds and the metal pierced through them, while the other teasingly massages the skin of his hip when he’s torn away from you roughly.

“What the fuck?” Your voice growls as you look up. The guy is standing there, looking for all the world like he’s ready to run, but he isn’t watching you.

No, his eyes are on a familiar sight; Taehyung, his hair now a pretty lavender that makes you think of a home you don’t have, even as he doesn’t look at you.

“Taken,” He growls, releasing the collar of the guy you had every intent to make cry with pleasure. The guy scurries off before you can stop him, though, and you don’t bother to hide your disdain.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You demand, already lighting a cigarette as you head outside. Taehyung follows, pulling it from between your lips and crushing it in his hands before you have the chance to get your lighter out.

“Me? You looked like you were about to eat him .” He follows you all the way to the street outside and down the sidewalk, pulling each cigarette out of your hands before you can light it. He waits until you’re a decent distance from the crowd outside the club before he stops you, one hand lightly encircling your wrist.

Your boots scuff against the ground as you stop, not turning to look at him. You’re too afraid to, too worried he’ll see it all on your face and just know that you’ve fucked up, maybe beyond repair.

“Apollo called me,” is what he says instead. “Said I might want to find you tonight.”

You should’ve known. That little fuck, of course he would rat you out.

“I didn’t-”

The words choke in your throat. You want to say you don’t need him. You don’t need him to come running like you’re some scared little girl who can’t control her strength, you don’t need him to piece you back together because you aren’t broken, you don’t need him because you don’t need anyone, you never have.

“I know you didn’t,” Taehyung says quietly. “I know he deserved it, I know what he did, and I know you didn’t mean to.”

Something inside of you breaks and you find yourself shaking.

“He hurt her , Tae, I heard it, I heard her telling her friend about it on the phone, I saw her crying, I saw her clothes, okay, he-”

“I know,” Taehyung says, pulling you into a loose hug. “I know you did, it’s okay. He’s going to be okay. He’s not gonna escape his punishment from that, you didn’t send anyone to Hades today. It’s okay.”

The cloud struggles, for what feels like hours. Guilt settles like lead in your stomach, and you wish you weren’t so used to the feeling. The rage returns every time you remember what that girl looked like, what she sounded like on the phone, how you felt when you realized it was your competitor who had done that to her.

There’s no honor in that. There’s no justice, no glory, in beating an opponent who was never aware they were in the ring, and it makes your blood boil all over again. Taehyung’s voice soothes you, slightly, makes the edges of your vision turn indigo, but it isn’t enough.

It’s never enough.

“I have to go,” You say, pulling yourself away from him. “I need- I have to find-”

“A distraction,” He finishes for you, too aware that you can’t find the words you need. “Some mortal that you can bruise and break and bang until you feel less like a monster?”

That’s exactly what you want to do, what you had been about to do with that guy at the club, and it’s only Taehyung’s voice calling your name in that soft, sweet way of his that makes you wonder if that’s not a good plan.

“I’ll be a distraction, if you need one.” You whip your head around, staring at him, but he doesn’t flinch. “I’m sturdier than the mortals, I can take more. Let me be your distraction.”

“I…” You hesitate. You don’t know why. You shouldn’t even be entertaining this idea, it’s not a good one, but then...when have any of your ideas been good? “I can’t fuck in a house with eight other people.”

“You have an apartment,” He says easily. “Let’s go there.”

It’s a bad idea. You don’t do that, you don’t fuck people at your apartment, you don’t have people in your apartment, it’s your space. It’s a bad idea, it can only end in disaster.

“Okay.”

Taehyung’s lips are soft against yours, yielding and pliant just the way you’re used to. His hands are big and warm against your ass, even through your jeans, and the feeling gives you the courage to slide your own under the ridiculously patterned button-down he’s wearing.

He lets you lead the way through the door, kicking it closed behind you with slightly too much force. Your apartment is small, a studio with a bed tucked in the corner for the rare times that you need it.

You push Taehyung onto it and slide yourself onto his lap, already grinding down onto the hard length you can feel there. He's not quite as enthusiastic, but his fingers are like steel against you, pulling you down with every rut of your hips.

This, you can do. This, you're familiar with.

You push on his shoulders, doing your best to get him on his back so you can have better access to the clasp of his jeans, but he resists. You try again, firmer, using a harsh suck against his skin as a distraction, but he still doesn't go.

Frustrated, you pull back.

"Not like this," He says. His voice clears some of the fog, and you frown.

"Do you want to be on top, then? Because I don't mind, I just need it," You tell him. He sighs a little, but he flips the two of you over so he's kneeling between your open legs and your back is cushioned against the mattress.

"How long has it been since you spent the night with someone who knows who you are?" He asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he sits back on his knees.

You shift, uncomfortable. "A while. Why does that matter? Just fuck me."

"No," Taehyung says, voice gentle but firm. You cock a brow at him and move to get out from under him, but he stills you with a hand on your thigh.

"You are a goddess," He tells you, trailing his hands down so he can undo the laces on your steel-toe boots and slide them off. "You have held Victory in your palms and set her free."

His palms burn through the denim on your thighs, but you welcome it as he slides your jacket over your shoulders to the bed beneath.

"You are the winner of wars. You are the one who grants battlefield wishes. You are the dead's escort to Hades." He leans down, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek and then down your throat.

He pulls back as he gets to your collarbone, eyes blown wide with unfamiliar desire, and it makes your breath catch in your throat.

"You," Taehyung tells you, with desire in his eyes and belief in his voice, "Deserve to be treated like the goddess that you are, with the respect you have earned, and the care you deserve."

As often as you fuck people, it's been a very long time since anyone wanted to fuck you for any reason beyond your appearance and the personality you show them. But this? This look in the muse's eyes as his hands settle on your knees as he waits?

Taehyung wants to fuck you because you're you. Not despite it, not because he doesn't know . He has seen you at your worst and yet he keeps coming back, keeps showing up as you fall apart. Each time he stays, hands you a basket so you can pick the pieces of yourself up off the ground, holds the tape so you can mash it back together, and is ready to help steady you when you start to crumble again.

He's here for you , to treat you in a way no one has ever treated you before. He's your friend.

He cares.

You nod, however tentatively, and his lips are on yours in an instant. They're firmer now, less pliable and more controlling, but you don't mind. Not this time.

Not with Taehyung.

His hands don't hesitate as he strips you both of your clothes, but you can feel it each time he checks to make sure you're okay. The way that he watches your expression, the tense of your muscles under him, the cadence of your gasps for air between kisses, he reads all of it as clear as if it's a book in front of him. He slows down before you can stop him, his lips drawing back from the kisses he draws across your thighs, and he speeds up as your thoughts start to drift, swiping his tongue and two fingers through your folds to tease and bring your attention back to him.

His fingers bury themselves in your heat, crooking slightly to brush against that soft part of you that makes the world spin, and it's all too intense. His lips are hardly even touching your skin, just pressing gentle kisses against the skin of your thigh, a gentle complement to the way he glides his fingers in and out of you, slow and steady and delicious, but it's absolutely intoxicating.

He's talkative, too; he gives you constant praise. He tells you how well you take his fingers, how good you look with his fingers inside you, how absolutely fantastic you taste on his tongue, how he'd live between your thighs if he could.

It's too much, and you can't be sure why, not when your orgasm is approaching quicker than it ever has, not when your walls clench around him and you soak your sheets, not when he's cleaning your cum off his fingers with his tongue.

"Good," He purrs. "Now you're all warmed up."

His mouth hits your heat without hesitation or warning, before the aftershocks are even finished, and your hips buck upwards. His arms slide underneath your thighs only to grip them and bring them back down. You can't move much in his grip except to grind your pussy against his mouth, which he seems to enjoy, if the muffled grunts that escape him are any indication.

He doesn't stop until his tongue is buried inside you with one finger drawing lazy circles on your clit and you're cumming again, hands gripping the soft strands of his hair so tight that you would be afraid of pulling it out if you could focus on anything besides the feel of him against you.

He lets you ride the aftershock, this time. Waits until your pants die down slightly, until you're back in your mind.

"Good?" He asks you. His voice is deeper, rumbles instead of slides, but it breaks through the post-orgasm haze long enough for you to nod. “More?”

“More,” you agree, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him into a heated kiss. You haven’t been this clear-headed in a while. Every sensation is clear and crisp, every sound heightened, everything is simultaneously more while also being exactly what it’s always supposed to have been.

Taehyung’s cock is everything you could have expected from a muse; thick, long, beautiful, and it fills you in a way that’s indescribable as he slides inside. He groans at the feeling, deep and throaty and beautiful, and begins his thrusts nearly immediately.

It’s as slow as he was with his fingers; steady and forceful, but unhurried. As if he wants to take his time. As if he wants to savor it. Savor you .

“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” He mutters, almost as an afterthought. “What you look like right now, what you look like when you’re fighting, when you’ve won and you’re triumphant? It’s fucking addictive, seeing that confidence in you.”

“Shit, Tae, don’t stop-”

“It’s so fucking intoxicating,” He groans, pace quickening. Your arms wrap around him more fully, nails like claws down his back as you arch your back to get him deeper. “You get this look in your eyes, like you can do anything you fucking want to, and it’s so fucking brilliant, because you can , you can do anything and everything you ever fucking want to do, and no one can stop you.”

A whine you’ll never admit to escapes your throat, and Taehyung drives his cock further into you.

“Let go, my sweet,” Taehyung purrs in your ear. “Let yourself relax, just this once. For me.”

His hand touches your clit and it’s so much, too much , you’re feeling everything so intensely that it takes a solid minute to realize you’re coming down from an orgasm. Taehyung has stilled inside you, unmoving but groaning as you flutter around him, and you push weakly at his shoulder.

He slides himself out of you, looking entirely too proud of wet spot underneath you and glistening against his lower stomach. You wobble your way up to rest your elbows underneath you, and it’s like he can sense your words before they come.

“No,” He says simply. “I don’t you to get me off with your mouth.”

“A hand then? I don’t want you to leave unsatisfied.”

A frown pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he leans down just enough that your lips are almost touching, a not-there kiss that you can only wish for.

“In what world is fucking you to the point of Elysium unsatisfying?”

The crowd around you is deafening; some of them are cheering for you, but the majority are rooting for your downfall. Such is the life of a challenging the champion, you suppose.

You don’t know how Taehyung found this place; maybe Artemis had heard rumors, or maybe he searched for it himself. You can’t bring yourself to care, not when you’ve got someone worth fighting on the other side of the arena.

The sand crunches beneath your feet. It’s hot, hotter than it should be since you’re still wearing your signature jeans and boots - without the jacket this time. You learned from that mistake.

Your vision tints pink as you size up your opponent; he’s massive, not one to be easily defeated, and you relish the challenge. It’s been so long since you’ve fought a giant. Excitement thrums under your veins as he turns to you. He scoffs.

If you had a little less control, you might be flying across the arena already. He clearly has no idea who’s standing across from him. Probably thinks you’re some demigod, come to challenge him for the fleece he isn’t supposed to have.

He’ll learn.

Something moves in the distance. It should blend in, considering how dark it is, but instead it draws your eye, and you don’t even question why. You would recognize him anywhere, have recognized him everywhere, and his presence calms you. Makes you remember a few nights ago, falling into bed in a hotel in Rome because the burn was to much and you needed him to help you release it.

“Try not to be too quick, princess,” The giant across from you huffs. You cock a brow and send a look to your muse, who just rolls his eyes, despite the smile playing across his face.

Violet rings your vision as you ready your stance. The announcer yells something that’s lost over the noise of the crowd. Taehyung leans forward, elbows on his knees, excitement and pride in his eyes.

The giant swings.

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