#taehyung!asks

[jinstronaut]

a taehyung a week until he’s released ♥

week 38/52 (cr. namuspromised) for @heybaetae 🍰

[jkvjimin]

Love is nothing stronger Than a boy with love

cr. namuspromised

[jasontoddspussy]

you tell em dickie

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

In SCSC how would the boys react finding out that MC stands a male K-pop ground other than BTS or her alt bias is in a different group?

Strong Coffee and Sweet Cakes

Bonus Drabble 1

Genre - BTS FF, a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o BTS and MC, Ot7 x fem MC/reader, so fluffy, little angst, eventual smut

Warnings - BTS being jealous, sulking, showing off, they are so dorky it’s funny, if there’s anything to add lmk! x

Summary - A new cafe near the Hybe building will change the 7 members of Bangtan’s lives forever, 7 alphas in a pack? A recipe for disaster. Until a sweet omega starts to stir up their world with a little bit more sugar and slowly their loneliness dissolves

Timing - Somewhere after Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

Author Notes - HI! I could of answered this with just yk a long breakdown of each reaction but I felt this was more fun 😭 I loved writing this fr like I feel I don’t really touch on the fact that they are idols enough

I also love and have so many plans for just yk usual interactions you have with friends and such like idk about you but fangirling with your friends and teasing eachother for your crushes is just one of those things yk. I am really loving touching on random things like this

I actually have another Drabble I have planned to write a little later today that follows this up!

It started simply as just one of those extremely rare days where all of the boys go to your cafe together in that corner, which you hadn't rearranged since their first visit. It’s close to closing; you don’t mind, they’re a welcome presence, calm and… familiar.

They’re on their first round of drinks when they smell your scent sweeten just a tad and hear you playing around with Yuqi, pushing and whisper shouting at her whilst you both giggle. Yuqi’s showing you something, something that makes them all sort of tune in to the interaction, trying to catch a glimpse of the phone, and maybe they don’t quite know what to say at the sight of a shirtless Choi San picture that has you trying to cover the phone, a little flustered.

You’ve never mentioned listening to much Kpop actually, despite hearing it here and there in the cafe every once in a while; it isn’t the most common genre on your playlist, and you’ve actually never mentioned anything about their music at all, not that it bothers them, of course; it’s quite refreshing. You don't treat them like celebrities, but now, for some reason, they are all very envious of Choi San for having you practically giggling and twirling your hair.

Jimin takes the chance to jump on the topic the instant you come over to refill the teas on the table, catching you off guard as you pour.

“Do you listen to a lot of Kpop Y/n?” - Leaning forward on his hand with an innocent smile, nothing letting on that this has anything to do with your reaction to that photo.

“Occasionally” - Is all you say, a small nod thinking he’s just curious.

“Favourite Group?” - Tae presses, also leaning in now, kind of predatory and when you straighten up after pouring, there's a half hesitant, half amused smile on your face as their curiosity. You truly don’t listen to a lot of Kpop, you have heard the boys’ music countless times, of course; you listen to so many groups but just here and there, no particular favourite.

It just so happens that you have a huge celebrity crush on Choi San, hes hot alright? Can’t help it. Maybe it makes you listen to Ateez just a little more.

You arent going to tell them that, obviously, not going to blurt out ‘well i have a huge crush on San from Ateez so…’, you also won’t answer their question at all really

“I don’t have one” - You laugh out and now they all give you pointed looks, leaning in until it feels like your actually under interrogation. someone mutters, ‘come on if you had to pick?’ and you grow nervous under their gazes

Much to your betrayal, Yuqi decides to answer for you- not even getting you out of it more just dropping you in, and you silently betray yourself too by flustering beyond belief at her words.

“She likes Ateez, specifically San” - You curse her in your head and The 7 alphas dont take their eyes off of you for a second, gauging your reaction, rubbing at your neck and laughing awkwardly, trying to deny it clumsily and giving up after a few moments.

Okay they’re jealous, definitely. Is it selfish to admit they only want you to have eyes for them and they only want that reaction to be for themselves-

Jimin plays it off, teasing lightly and when you are finally free of their caging, you practically run, scolding Yuqi quickly.

Meanwhile, around the table, they are all kind of sulking. Typical.

Although the rest don’t realise it at first, something prideful and determined sparks in Jungkook’s eyes, and he can’t help thinking, well ‘i also have abs and big biceps; she’s just never seen them’ and he’s so grateful for the impending summer heat for a moment, the perfect excuse. Perfect excuse to pull off his hoodie and reveal his white shirt that used to fit looser but now reveals his biceps, clings to his chest, dances over his abs more than it used to before the military, and even then- he was built. It’s a simple calvin klein t-shirt, the sleeves made to roll up and further reveal his muscle, especially now that the cuffs of the sleeves cling to him, but oh- it fits.

He's so calculated it's funny, waiting until you come back over once they ordered refills, and he acts like he's just stretching naturally, raising his hands to roughly play with his hair, groaning a little as if he really needed this stretch, knowing it's making his biceps pull obscenely at the shirt, flexing, going even tighter around his chest, and making him seem even broader and his waist even smaller. Also, he can feel the slight warmth of the air hit just above his Calvin Klein waistband, where just a sliver of his abs is revealed, and he doesn't even need to look at your face to just feel you falter and stare for a moment, hiding his smirk behind his bicep where he leans back.

That is the moment the rest of the men realise what Jungkook is doing. Hes showing off. Hes being jealous and prideful, that alpha like pride making him like a peacock. He’s practically screaming ‘look at me! look at me!’ without a single word at all and oh, its working.

You’re so glad you finish up placing everything down before looking up because then your met with… a view. Jungkook manspreading and all of his definition on show- oh lord you absolutely struggle and your jaw almost drops right then and there, eyes widening and gaze lingering for just a second too long, swallowing harshly and ready to get out of there before they smell your fluster.

The entire time they’ve known you, they’ve only worn oversized clothes, layers because of the cold and not that you were ever looking for it but you’ve never seen their… builds. You kind of feel like you were missing out because good lord- how are those proportions even possible-

You’re really believing what you were once told that they could benchpress three of you now…

You’re almost certain you make some lame, unnecessary excuse to leave back to the counter as if you needed to justify your actions- you give yourself a way, stuttering over it and darting away after Jungkook’s scent fluffs out, prideful and happily, not seeing how he sits way to chuffed with himself.

The six stare at him, gape at him in absolute disbelief and he just sits their smug and happy, mission successful he thinks.

“Did you just-” - Yoongi starts off in disbelief, really not believing what he’s just witnessed because sure Jungkook does not like his ego getting hurt; hes as competitive as it comes but not once did he imagine he would show off like that- knowingly-

“You child!-” - Jimin bursts out, laughing right at him and slapping Jungkooks chest from across his chair, it doesnt do anything to hurt Jungkooks pride, quite happy with himself, a smile now on his rather rather than a smirk.

“I dont know what your talking about” - Jungkook falsifies his own disbelief, looking away like nothing and sighing, seemingly getting comfortable in his chair, just shrugs even if his cheeks are heating up rapidly at being caught. He can’t even belief he just did that himself. Even more so when Seokjin pipes up with a laugh.

“Might as well just ask her to oil you up” - Now Jungkooks kind of embarrassed, slumping down the chair as if he can melt into it, hes eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of his smile. Never in their lives did the other boys think they’d witness Jungkook actually peacocking for a serious intention behind it-

“Come on then Kook, show us your abs come on” - Hoseok laughs out, wiggling his eyebrows and gesturing to his shirt, not even trying to hide it from your possibly listening ears and Jungkook just gets more embarrassed, sinking further and further into the seat, red all the way up to his ears.

Despite all their teasing, slapping at him all over, throwing teasing comments at him until he is positively ashamed (but also kind of not) of himself, over the next 10 minutes multiple more of the group are taking off their jackets and hoodies ‘bit hot today’ ‘yeah’ kind of excuses as if they aren’t all definitely taking Jungkook’s idea because your reaction was too good not to.

The next time you go back over to them, you regret it. I mean, that image of Jungkook was enough for your heart to rapidly pound against your chest and cheeks to fluster as your omega does laps around your mind but now you think you just might faint.

You forget why you even came over at the sight of 4 of them now Jacketless, obviously its not as if they are shirtless but you sure as hell havent seen this before on them-

Most of them are quite literally just wearing basic t-shirts but my word the way they cling- Yoongi’s white shirt is loose but for some reason shows all the definition and broadness of his chest and biceps, the same for Namjoon, his shirt a light shade of gray-blue, obviously we have already covered Jungkook, Jin wears a black t-shirt more fitted than the others but still loose, lean but broad and clearly strong arms, devastating small waist where his shirt tucks in to his loose trousers and his shoulders are too broad for anyone to remain sane.

It’s not even just what they are wearing, Yoongi and Namjoon are leaning forward, arms braced on their spread knees and it only does more to accentuate them, Jin’s leaning back, legs spread, unapologetically relaxed, arms across the armchair with his head tilted slightly back- looking like a king.

You shouldn’t be flustered- really shouldn’t because they are simply relaxing- arent they- doesnt help when Taehyung pushes the cuffs of his hoodie up to his elbows and your stare gets caught on his hands and forearms and in turn then looks at all of their hands and really you are dug so deep in your fluster that you kind of just gawk-

You are going to turn that AC on high for your own sanity as soon as you manage to get away. Amongst your gawking, frozen state , you can hardly think so your so glad when Hoseok asks you a question, giving you something else to focus on-

“Have you ever listened to any of our songs?” - It almost feels like a trick question with the small smirk on his face, you dont know whether its from the way you were just blatantly affected by literally nothing or if its from waiting for your answer-

“I have- they’re amazing, truly” - You clear your throat to answer, its a compliment they actually get on the daily but for some reason, catches them off guard and all of their subtle and not so subtle peacocking pride disintegrates. They rub at their necks, stumbling over eachother to mumble out a response, a bit flustered, awkwardly laughing and now its actually even because you might have been absolutely gobsmacked at them when you came over but now they are all nervous for some reason and it eases your own mind, less tense where you stand even if your scent is still positively sweet and a tad syruppy with your fluster.

Much to their pride and dignity, you don’t catch on to how purposeful the entire display was and how it was a result of some unjustified jealousy- i mean, they are definitely proud of your reaction to them but they’ll pretend they arent-

Somewhere behind you all, Yuqi is laughing about ‘typical male alphas’, having watched the entire thing and very much amused with the results of her meddling. Oh this was going to be an interesting topic at Friday’s dinner.

I hope you love this as much as I do!

Thank you for reading, as always my asks are open i literally have so much fun answering them 😭��� let me know what you think of this!

I’m not sure whether to use the Taglist for drabbles so I won’t for this one but I possibly will for future ones once I’ve made the masterlist!

Mwah 💖

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[jimxnslight]

Hey. Love your works. How are you?

For the prompts: 19. If you are okay with it, reading struggling after SA and finding it hard to tell taehyung about it ( only if you are ok with it)

Why Won’t You Let Me Help You? | KTH

Pairing: lawyer boyfriend!Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Sexual Assault (i.e. slapping, groping), accidental minor injury, some blood

A/N: so um did I say max 1k for the drabbles? I didn't, right? I don’t remember saying that at all, nope, not at all… okay so maybe I went a little overboard with this but in my defence this is a pretty heavy topic and I didn’t wanna just breeze over it like it was nothing. So I present to you this supersized drabble

You never think it will happen to you. 

Sure, you’ve heard gruesomely detailed cases about women getting assaulted all the time on the news. You’ve read horrifying stories on Reddit of men committing atrocities against the opposite gender. You’ve even witnessed your own friend be catcalled on the bus during one of your girls' nights out. But you never think it will happen to you. 

Until one day it does. 

Until one day a man double your age grabs you while you're walking down the familiar hallway of your workplace. Until one day you’re being dragged into an empty meeting room before you can even think of screaming and shoved against the wall while your arms are restrained by hands that feel like they were made of iron. Until one day you have this man telling you how long he’s been waiting to get you alone, how annoying it has been to have had to hold back because of your “stupid boyfriend.”

You remember struggling at first, desperate to get away from a distant nightmare that had become reality, desperate to get this man as far away from you as humanly possible, but his next action had stopped you in your tracks. 

“Shut up,” he had snapped, and a sharp crack had sounded as his palm came in contact with your cheek. It shocked your senses, the fact that you’d been slapped in the building you had felt so comfortable working in for years, the fact that you had been so easily overcome. 

The realisation of how helpless you truly were in that moment seemed to strike you harder than any slap, the thought so jarring that you slowly felt the fight begin to drain from your limbs, fear settling to lock them in place instead. You couldn’t move, could barely even breathe, and you knew it had nothing to do with the steely grip the man had on you to keep you from running. Your strength was nothing in the face of his, and he seemed so angry and determined that you feared he might actually break your arms in a fit of rage if you tried to oppose him. 

You think that was when the numbness had begun to set in, because you couldn't remember feeling a stinging sensation on your cheek, the one you’re supposed to feel when a person is struck. In fact, you couldn’t remember feeling anything at all, even when you had watched the man’s hands roam over your chest and back greedily. Why hadn’t you screamed? Or cried? Or felt anything that wasn’t nothing at all?

That dazed state hadn’t dissipated even when the door to the meeting room had burst open to reveal your boyfriend’s friend and your co-worker, Jungkook, who had only taken a moment to process the situation before he had shoved the guy off of you and landed a harsh punch against his cheek.

You couldn’t remember what happened next. One second you were watching Jungkook angrily ask the man what he thought he was doing and then the next second you were standing here, staring blankly at the door to Taehyung’s familiar apartment. You felt like you were in a dream, everything surrounding you hazy and intangible as you watched your shaking fingers pull your keys from your pocket and unlock the door just like you always did. 

You were immediately greeted with the sound of the living room TV, and then the sight of your boyfriend stretched over the couch, two case files strewn out on the wooden coffee table before him as his attention jumped from the files to the series playing on the TV. 

At the sound of the door he turned to glance at you, a boxy smile overtaking his features.

“Hey, you’re back early,” he noted, his attention returning to the files, “how was work?”

It took a second for you to process the question, partly because the sight of his refined eyes and dark brown hair felt grounding and partly because that grounding effect seemed to tug at your hazy mind, attempting to pull you out of this thick fog you found yourself swimming in. You didn’t like it. You didn’t like that every time you felt yourself drifting away from the fog you could start to feel that man’s hands back on your body, as if they had been dipped in permanent ink and he had smeared it all over your skin. It made you feel dirty. It made you feel desperate to scrub it all off in the shower. 

But you couldn’t seem to get yourself to move towards the bathroom, too stuck in this autopilot mode that your mind seemed to cling to desperately to feign some form of ignorance. You watched yourself, as if you were some kind of spectator in your own body, walk into the kitchen just as you always did when you got back from work. As if following your daily routine would erase any remnant of the last hour from your memory. 

“It was fine,” you answered, your monotonous tone catching Taehyung’s attention. This time he gave you a sympathetic look as you mindlessly began pulling things out of the cabinets and fridge, his own hand moving to grab the remote and turn off the television. 

“Ah, I guess night shift isn’t exactly what you were expecting it to be…” he shook his head, misinterpreting the situation. He pushed himself off the sofa and began walking towards your form, “but it was only your first day, I’m sure it’ll get better as time passes.”

You quietly placed a head of lettuce - you don’t remember how it got in your hand - on a cutting board, while your other hand grabbed a knife. You had no clue what you were doing, no idea why you were cutting a head of lettuce right now, but you did know that you couldn’t look at Taehyung. Every time you did you could feel yourself slipping out of the daze that seemed to be keeping you together in front of him, could feel those hands groping at your body again.

Taehyung stepped beside you as he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and an encouraging look on his face, “and even if it does end up sucking, your manager did say the switch was temporary. You’ll be back on the dayshift in no time, trust me.”

Your silence continued, Taehyung’s words flying over your head as you focused on keeping your erratic breathing levelled and your hands steady. You felt like a bomb, the pressure building and building and building until it could no longer be contained by the numbing of your mind and explode all over the place. You didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. 

“Hey,” he said, shifting so that he wasn’t leaning against the counter anymore and instead facing you with one hand against the counter, “did something happen? You don’t need my help with suing anyone, do you?”

He’d added that last sentence to lighten the mood, but when you didn’t answer him he couldn't hide his worry. His tone dipped as he tried to get your attention, which was still on that head of lettuce. You tightened your grip on it, trying to hide the evident tremor in your fingers. 

“Y/N? Come on, say something. Was it really that stressful today?”

You took a shaky breath, “no, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not, you’re clearly stressed over something. We can go out somewhere if you want? Or we can order takeout and watch movies here… Just ask me anything and we’ll do it.”

The pressure was nipping away at your composure, so much so that the feeling of your throat closing up barred you from answering him. You could feel a hand on your chest, another at your hip; there was one sliding up your back, one closing around your neck. He was everywhere. You closed your eyes. It was too much. You just wanted it all to stop. 

You just wanted it all to stop. 

“Y/N!”

Taehyung suddenly lunged for the knife just as a sharp pain shot from your hand, his fingers wrapping around the handle to pull it out of your grasp. There was a small trail of blood dripping from the new cut on your palm.

“You’re bleeding,” he announced, dropping the knife back onto the cutting board before quickly opening the medicine cabinet to bring out some band-aids, “it’s not too deep thank god, but try to staunch the bleeding with those paper towels just in case.”

But when Taehyung turned around he found you frozen in place, gaze hazily fixed on your bleeding palm. You tried to focus on that pain instead, hoping it could help you balance your breathing and stabilise your shaky arms and stop the hands. Those hands, that wouldn’t stop grabbing at your skin over and over and over. 

Taehyung, more confused than ever, walked over to where you were standing and grabbed a couple of paper towels, “please say something, Y/N, you’re worrying me.”

He reached over to wet the paper towel before cleaning your palm, and it was only then that he felt you trembling. His brows furrowed as he reached over once again, this time to place a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“God, you’re shaking-”

But the moment his fingers connected with your shoulder you flinched. It wasn’t a small reaction either. It was the kind that had you snapping backwards, your hand smacking against a pan that went crashing to the floor while your head bumped against an overhead cabinet. Taehyung’s eyes were wide, his entire body freezing as he watched you cave in on yourself. 

“Please…” you said, unable to produce anything more than a whisper, “please, don’t touch me.”

A look of hurt flashed on his face, and you felt awful for causing it. But, up until now, the touches of that man’s hand had been ghostly, merely whisps brushing against your skin, until Taehyung’s hand had made contact with you and suddenly they felt too real. It was as if you couldn’t differentiate his touch from that man’s, and that thought only pained you further, so much so that you felt your eyes begin to water.

Taehyung tried to take a step towards you, but you moved backwards further, causing him to pause. 

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He pleaded now, begging you to shed some light on the situation. You looked so pained, he couldn’t bear to see you like this, “please baby, why won’t you let me help you?”

You didn’t want to break down in front of him, didn’t want him to see you like this: so weak, so vulnerable, so incapable of pulling yourself together. 

And yet, at the soft tone of his voice, that’s exactly what Taehyung witnessed.

The tears came first, heavy as they slid down your cheeks before sobs began to rack your frame. You couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, causing you to drop to your knees as you began to cry into your hands. You’d tried so hard to keep yourself together, and yet here you were now, unravelling entirely at Taehyung’s feet. 

Silently, he walked to where you were bent over, slowly crouching so that he was on the same level as you. His hands were itching to pull you into his arms and hold you while you sobbed, his heart aching to lessen even a sliver of whatever you were going through in that moment, but after your earlier reaction to his touch he decided not to push it. Instead, he stayed crouched before you, dropping soft words of comfort to let you know that you weren’t alone, he was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Eventually the story began to drop from your lips. You started from the very beginning, mentioning every detail of the experience as Taehyung struggled to keep his anger at bay the longer he listened. You went farther than that too, admitting to just how helpless and vulnerable you had felt in that moment and wondering how you were ever going to feel comfortable in your workplace again.

By the time you’d finished the anger and pain he felt was straining his chest, the urge to pull you closer reaching an unbearable level.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked instead, knowing that getting angry and emotional now wouldn’t help you in any way. Right now it was his turn to stay strong, so that he could be that pillar of support for you during a time like this. 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head, sniffling while your hands tried to dry your cheeks. Taehyung’s gaze softened at how defeated you sounded. 

“Y/N, look at me,” he said, causing your damp eyes to meet his, “none of this is your fault, you understand me? What that man did to you was wrong, and he deserves to rot in hell for it. I’ll make sure of that if you’ll let me.”

Taehyung shifted forward, taking care not to touch you as he placed his hand on the floor in front of you, “and you’re going to get through this. I know it hurts right now. I know you feel helpless and vulnerable, it’s normal to feel that way. But I know how strong you are, I know you will get through this. And I’ll be here for you every step of the way, that you can count on. I promise.”

Even though you felt embarrassed, letting it all out to Taehyung and knowing he would still be by your side no matter what felt like a huge relief. Perhaps a part of you had been afraid of what his reaction would be, which was stupid considering how many sexual assault victims you knew he’d defended before in court. But there had still been that little “what if…” taunting you in the back of your mind. You were glad that thought had been shot down now entirely. 

You sniffed as your gaze dropped to his hand, still placed on the floor in front of your knees. You lifted your own, extending it until you hesitantly brushed your fingers over the back of his palm. You were relieved when your body didn’t recoil or flinch, relieved that you could lace your fingers in between his without any bad feelings.

Perhaps there still was hope for you. Perhaps you weren’t entirely broken. 

“Y/N?” Taehyung whispered, squeezing your hand reassuringly in his. You looked up at him in question. 

“Can I hug you?”

Even though your nod was quick, because just the thought of him was comforting, you appreciated it when he slowly pulled you towards him, making sure that if you needed to back out at any time it was okay. But by the time he had pulled you halfway towards himself, it was you who threw your arms around his torso and buried your face in his shirt, Taehyung’s arms immediately encircling your form. His hands stroked your back softly, nothing like that man’s hands in the slightest. 

The two of you stayed like that for so long that by the time Taehyung spoke, you could feel your leg start to cramp from the hard floor and awkward position. 

“So,” he said, stroking your hair gently, “what do you want to do now?”

He wanted you to say the words so badly, to tell him to help you sue every last penny out of that man before throwing him in the worst jail Taehyung had heard of. He was more than ready to, the anger from before slithering back into his chest like an enraged snake. He wasn’t a lawyer for nothing, and he’d show that man exactly what he was capable of. 

But you surprised him when you said none of that and instead said, “I want to take a shower.”

He chuckled, although it was more bittersweet knowing that a lot of women tended to feel “dirty” after being assaulted; he’d seen a lot of that in his line of work, and the thought of you feeling that way hurt his heart. 

“Do you want me to join you?” He asked, pulling the two of you from the ground, though his arms stayed fixed around your waist. 

You shook your head slowly, hoping he wouldn’t take any offence. You just felt like you needed a moment to yourself to sort some things out in your head, but Taehyung was quick to nod, instead placing a light kiss on your forehead. 

“Alright, just call if you need me, okay? In the meantime I’ll order some takeout,” he smiled, showcasing that beautifully boxy grin that you could stare at for hours if he let you. Taehyung was glad to see you give him a small smile of your own before you turned around and disappeared behind the doors to your shared bedroom. 

The moment he heard the shower turn on, the sound of his phone going off made him flinch. He walked over to the coffee table and picked it up, brows furrowing when he saw Jungkook’s name displayed on the screen before immediately pressing the answer button. 

“Hyung!” Jungkook yelled into the phone, his worry apparent, “is Y/N at your place?! I’ve been trying to find her for the last 30 minutes, but I think she left the building. There was this guy and I caught him trying to force himself on her, but after I shoved him away I turned around and she just disappeared. I-”

“Relax Jungkook,” Taehyung calmed him down, quickly explaining that you were at his place and everything was fine. But Jungkook being involved relieved Taehyung, because that meant he could trust him to be a credible witness and to send him some extra information. 

“I need you to send me the details of the guy that hurt her,” Taehyung said, noticing the malice in his voice but not finding it in himself to care. His gaze dropped to the abandoned case files thrown across the coffee table, knowing that he’ll have to give most of his cases away if he wanted to spend as much time on yours as he wanted to. 

Thankfully, Jungkook’s reply was immediate, “of course, anything you need.”

Taehyung smiled, not only because Jungkook was ready to help him defend you, but also for protecting you when he wasn’t there. If Jungkook hadn’t been there… well Taehyung didn’t want to think about it. A part of him thinks he might have actually been capable of committing murder. 

He took a breath trying to steady himself, focusing instead on what was within his limits at the moment. 

“Thank you, Jungkook.”

“I’ll need your help if I want to make that man regret ever being born.”

[sugar-petals]

Would you say that men with the classic kibbe type all have an elegant quality to them?

yes. these men look as classy, aristocratic, and untouchable as their name evokes. timeless eye candy, dashing as can be. doesn't matter what subtype. examples:

taehyung - dramatic classic

yeonjun - pure classic

lee know - soft classic

the only catch when typing them is: classics are all sensitive to overdressing. much like naturals (that's how you spot them, think margot robbie, who is otherwise so gorgeous). they can be overshadowed by details and lose their chic signature look, and morph into type chameleons. they're in the middle of the kibbe spectrum after all, yin AND yang. but doing too much doesn't work on this "simple and neat is key" image ID, so anything too elaborate will be less suavely smooth.

TLDR, they are all equally sophisticated, but only when suited up right. taehyung, for instance, was dressed as a flashy gamine around bts' debut, but found his style as his career went on. his fame is also partly due to embracing his DC wardrobe and winter palette, which lets him shine and look like a composer. i love classic guys doing standard menswear and vintage, no one else can make it look so fine.

[delphinecore]

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⠀⠀𝒪𝗏𝖾𝗋⠀𝖺𝗇𝖽⠀𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋⠀𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇!⠀⠀..⠀⠀⠀⊹

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[lilac-dreamxxz]

Can you make a pink instagram layout for taehyung please 😓

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[thatblvckboyy]

I need someone to tell me which one of them gives the best comfort/aftercare and which one is just a sex maniac

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Why do I also kinda feel like San, Mingi, and Hongjoong are all bitchless too?? Like w the way they’re so sexual on stage kinda gives off “im sexually frustrated, this is my coping mechanism with it” kinda vibes. A lot like Chris, they use the stage as their release in a way.

NO BECAUSE WAIT HEAR ME OUT!!!

I'm working a theory that I think the male kpop idols with the sexiest most fboi/freakiest stage persona are actually the most bitchless in real life- there's way too much evidence confirming that's real.

Hongjoong is definitely bitchless imo b/c I'm certain he's demi like me and after releasing 'why do you love'- I legit don't think he's got people in his bed-

If you're physically celibate against your uterus's will like I am and have been for awhile then you will get what I'm about to say next-

Hongjoong to me has the energy of someone who looks like they haven't gotten any for a very, VERY long time.

San is definitely someone who looks like a fuckboi and I can imagine having multiple ppl in his bed every night but he for sure bitchless after I saw him post on toktoq and write an entire fanfic scenario he had with yeosang in his mind and described in detail about how in his mind Yeosang speaks in aegyo because of how cute he is-

Mingi looks like he would fuck someone on stage whilst performing if the opportunity was allowed but he bitchless for sure because every week he on toktoq talking about all the random documentaries he watched in a week- he watched 4 history documentaries in 5 days.

Seonghwa to me doesn't give off bitchless energy, I think he's getting some on the regular and I thought he was causing grooves in the sheets in Paris-

and then my mind changed when I saw him go live on Toktoq and he was SMASHED, there was no thought in his mind he was so drunk, happily carrying around a bunch of snacks in his arms like a big baby and then proceeding to talk to atiny's whilst in a bathrobe in his hotel room and then make ramen WHILST it was still in the packaging (hot water and everything) and then just ate it half-cooked.

and I watched that entire live and thought he was adorable the whole time because I was thinking how wholesome Seonghwa is that out of all the things he could have done in Paris after getting canned, he was like-

'I just want to go live in my bathrobe, eat ramen without a bowl and yap with Atiny's about nonsense'

And I think that's kinda sweet and shows a lot about what his priorities are... food, comfort and freedom (very aqua Venus of him).

I thought Jungkook was champagne confetting it 7 days a week and then he goes live with his solo karaoke sessions, lightsaber in the middle of his hallway and no furniture on the walls and i'm like- BITCHLESS!!!

And then what confirmed my theory is when Matthew from Kard went live (love Kard btw) and Matthew (I fkn FROTH over this man I stg) mainly writes the songs for Kard and his lyrics are NASTY like-

'throw it back like a frisbee she wants the tip and I ain't talking bout guidance'

And so ppl assume he's freaky right like FERAL in the sheets and he went live and ppl were teasing him about his freaky nature and he was like-

'I'm actually not as freaky as you all think I am, if its too freaky I'm not into it- I'm just a passionate person and I know you all think I'm freakier than what I am because of the lyrics I write'

And that's when I realised that maybe it is the bitchless guys that act the freakiest.

That and I found out that Changbin wrote like 80% of the lyrics in 'I Like It' and I was not expecting that AT ALL so maybe Chris is bitchless and Changbin is out here asking 'don't ask what are we?'

what I know for sure is I'm watching Hyunjin and Changbin go live on Instagram with Hyunjin acting like a loved-up wife and it's making me feel bitchless

[jeonscatalyst]

https://x.com/taennieparis/status/1892721301577511147?t=XsV91A9a7ivZV20LgGWR9A&s=19

https://x.com/holly_short_13/status/1892919196863864997?t=-ZBinEYB4CWbCRvbxNvHXg&s=19

https://x.com/holly_short_13/status/1892919198206009397?t=Eyr8QA11BlGbjivIUT3e1Q&s=19

Her private account is already known by fans since long ago and when taennie pics were leaked they also knew it was leaked from this account which got hacked. I think we all knew at that time that Jennie's phone/account that was hacked. And now she confirmed that it indeed was her acct by naming her instagram channel the same @

Hi anon,

I honestly don’t really care to discuss Taennie on this blog (unless something new and spicy happens of course, I’m nosey) because it is more than obvious she is/was taehyung’s girlfriend. We have accepted it, the entire world has accepted it… the only ones denying it like their lives depend on it are taekookers because they desperately want Taekook to be real and Tae stans because most of them are closeted tkkrs and those who are not don’t have the best impression of Jennie so they don’t want Tae linked to her. She is too “slutty” for their liking.

I never really cared to know details about the whole gurumi leak but it’s kinda interesting how as time goes on, more and more details keep surfacing. Details which prove that the photos weren’t edited or photoshopped as our neighbours like to claim.

You know what I think? I think Tae being very unpredictable might actually be the one to end their arguments once and for all. I don’t know how he will do it but I have a feeling in my gut than when tkkrs would finally reach the end of the road, Tae would be the one to get them there by doing something they cannot make an excuse for. Let’s just sit down and enjoy the ride anon. Every dog has its day.

[cult52]

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[lepetitcaporal]

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[taehyungfirst]

I really love the rapport Tae has cultivated with us. There’s no production, no performance. It’s calm, it’s quiet, it’s just… nice. Whether he’s at home playing music, sitting on a plane, or in the back of a cab, there’s this peaceful, easy energy. It feels like he’s just letting us be present with him—not as an idol, but as a person.

I think sometimes people misunderstand why he’s so well-loved and surrounded by friends. They chalk it up to him being social, confident, or outgoing. And sure, there’s a bit of that. But I think the heart of it is something deeper. Tae is really good at simply existing with people. He doesn’t force connection—he just makes space for it.

Like when everyone talked about how they got to know people during their military service, Tae said he learned about their dreams. And then he spent time thinking about how he could support them. That’s the kind of person he is. Not just someone people are drawn to (though obviously they are), but someone who’s genuinely interested in others, in experiences—not just interesting himself.

“Tae is really good at simply existing with people”

I loved everything you wrote, you’re so so right. 🤍🫂

[sugar-petals]

I feel like dramatic classics get done dirty a lot of times. Most of the recommendations are always boring “tailered chic” styles, which would be good for certain work recommendations, but even in my job as an accountant, I don’t have to dress that formally. I don’t even dress for my type bc DCs always keep getting recommended the same boring stuff. I’m more of a casual/street style girly myself.

david kibbe would probably say, "if you can, my elegant dramatic classic lady... go all out... and if you're already an accountant... embody it!" (or something like that) what i would say, and i want to challenge the `what's appropriate for what´ dogma and kibbe recommendation pressure with it:

wanting to dress a way > having to dress a way.

if street style and casual are your thing, maintain it! DC elements can be infused into that. sharp shoulders, tone in tone, geometric shoes. not to mention vintage thrifts, it's a goldmine for gamines and classics. menswear thrifting is perfect for cool DC streetstyle.

also, remember that classic clothes look boring on every other type but classics — and in and of themselves, on the hanger, do feel like the same aesthetic over and over: unless one copies jackie o's actually interesting DC wardrobe. although the "US first lady" trope is... yeah. and who can realistically wear that daily. i prefer kibbe's new DC type epithet ("haute powerhouse"), it's a great name actually.

handy 2025 kibbe type name update chart:

soft gamine's new name is a little too much, soft natural is too limited to magazines here, "deco dynamo" sounds too hilarious for the intimidating dramatic, some new names are missing, but yeah. okay, the old names were more to the point, i can't be the only one? of course, kibbe's TR bias: still "femme fatale". it's the only name that didn't change 😂 i love it. snark aside:

diva/divo chic, spitfire, girl/guy next door, free spirit, dreamspinner, femme/homme fatale, those were right on the money. though, the new ones only settled in on reddit so far, i haven't seen the larger kibbesphere call FN the "nonchalant showstopper" (awkward wording). i hope we maintain the old version, i don't get why he rebranded it all with extra french words.

note how the names used to refer to chic aka style, now it's much more personal identity based. irresistable, belle, elegante, etc. interesting how he goes with the times. "tailored chic" actually gave a pragmatic impression how to dress DC, but at least now you know where the good ole 'DC = bespoke stereotype' comes from. which has its kernel of truth, but names always generalize.

refurbishing DC as a haute couture type is cool actually, which removes some of its office dust. so, the high fashion reference does elevate it to a new level beyond basic tailoring. yes... vaguely classist and aristocratic from kibbe. he always wanted classic and dramatic to be the superior expensive regal hyperfashion categories™ lmao, nothing new, but maybe dupes can help us regular degular kibbe practicioners, and the idea counts.

haute mode -> more options than typical bespoke!

(^to be fair, the movie is more about FG vs FN and literal sweatshops)

meanwhile: in my opinion, it's actually pure classic that is the most highly restricted category, as symmetry and simplicity "need to be maintained always", phew. i wouldn't wanna be a classic dresser myself. dramatic classic still has the benefit of stealing ideas from the dramatic type due to their undercurrent. i think that's where a more refreshing, edgy twist can enter.

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