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hoebaring · 3 years ago

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Just The Two Of Us (2) | Kim Taehyung

In which two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, and slightly egoistic happen to realise, discover, and explore the possibility of being in love. It’s a dream-like almost magical romance focusing on what I love to call “the butterfly inducing effect”. So, get comfy, grab a tub of ice cream, maybe get a few tissues and be prepared to experience romance like no other and fall in love.

I fell in love with you, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I just did.

Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N A fairytale in an office. Cheesy. Highly Romantic. TaehyungxReader.

Written by Author L

Cross posted on Wattpad

Word count :- 2k Words

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Spark

It was at around four in the evening, when Jungkook walked past the giant glass doors at the entrance, into the well-lit, enormous workspace teeming with a rather dynamic mass of employees rushing around to get their work done. He noticed that to his right was a reception, and to his left, were some coffee tables along with a few armchairs which he assumed to be the lounge. Straight ahead at the centre, there were the elevators leading up to the innumerable floors present in the building.

As he glanced around the interiors and the infrastructure of the ground floor, the sound of heels clicking, drew his attention to a young, good-looking woman, who was walking towards him.

"Evening Mr. Jeon. I am Y/N, Mr. Kim's Personal Assistant", she said as she flashed a pleasant smile.

Jungkook admired her facial features. Her warm and inviting eyes were a deep shade of umber and the sunrays of the golden hour enhanced her flawless skin making her look undeniably beautiful. Her firm and elegant voice radiated her strong aura. She was petite yet her presence felt audacious.

"Oh, umm hi." Jungkook replied awkwardly as he realized, he had been staring at her.

"Mr. Kim is currently in a meeting, and he would be able to meet you in approximately 10-15 minutes. I have been instructed to keep you company until then."

"Great!" Jungkook replied almost inaudibly. He was glad that he would get to spend some more time with his recent acquaintance.

"Would you like to wait in Mr. Kim's office sir?" Y/N asked diligently.

"Sure!"

"Alright then, this way sir." Y/N said, as she started walking towards the elevator.

"Since how long have you been working here Y/N?" Jungkook inquisitively asked.

"This is my third year working here sir."

"So you're well acquainted with work and stuff, right? Specially with Taehyung, it can be quite annoying."

"I..." Y/N began.

"Agree." She completed with a small smirk as both of them entered the elevator.

"Don't tell him I said that sir." She quickly whispered and pressed a number.

Jungkook played along by nodding curtly and smiling assuringly. He was, after all slightly interested in her, and therefore, was keen on creating a good impression. Jungkook is in fact pretty chill with women and didn't have to try that hard. But boy was he having a tough time. He suddenly became highly conscious of every step he took and everything he said. How should one look like a genuine guy and not a creepy asshole?

'Come on JK, be cool' he told himself.

Jungkook decided upon not furthering their conversation anymore. Otherwise, it might seem a little forced and desperate. Besides, what would you say to your friend's assistant, whom you just met in a workplace other than work-related things? Surely, he can't ask her out just yet. So, he waited. Waited patiently, until he heard a 'ding' and the elevator doors opened. They walked in silence which was only broken by Y/N when she paused to open the doors to Taehyung's office and asked Jungkook to take a seat.

Y/N checked her watch and said, "Mr. Kim's meeting must be done anytime now. Let me inform him about your arrival. I will be right back sir. "

"Alright" Jungkook nodded.

Y/N POV

I closed the door of the office and noticed that Mr. Kim's meeting was indeed, done. He was standing outside the meeting room discussing with a man, whom I assume is the new client.

"Mr. Kim" I greeted him as I approached him. He was wearing a grey linen lounge suit and a white dress shirt with black hair pushed off his forehead.

"Ah yes Ms. Y/N. This is our client- Mr. Cheong, and this is my secretary, Ms. Y/N" Mr. Kim introduced us to each other.

The client, Mr. Cheong, was a well-known, successful businessman and the CEO of a few companies, majorly Cheong Corporation. He wore a navy suit, a light blue dress shirt and a matching tie. He looked like a man in his early thirties. The atmosphere felt a little strange around him.

"Looking forward to working with you Mr. Cheong.'' I smiled warmly and bowed slightly.

"Oh Ms. Y/N! It is my pleasure. I'm equally excited to work with you." He enthusiastically smiled and extended his arm out for a handshake.

I shook his hand for a brief period of time and for some reason, his smile did not seem genuine.

I turned to Mr. Kim and informed him of Mr. Jeon's arrival.

"I shall take my leave then Mr. Kim" Mr. Cheong announced.

"Alright Mr. Cheong." Mr. Kim said as he shook hands with Mr. Cheong.

"Ah I apologize, I seem to have forgotten the way out!" Mr. Cheong chuckled slightly in embarrassment and looked at me.

"Perhaps...Ms. Y/N could lead me out." He suggested.

No way. Sure there are multiple floors, rooms, and corridors, but there is no way this guy actually forgot how to leave this goddamn building. I mean he's the CEO of four companies for god's sake. Can't remember the exit? Bullshit.

"Of course Mr. Cheong." I smiled through gritted teeth and looked at Mr. Kim once before leading the way.

The meeting room was the last room in the corridor at the farthest end. We walked towards the elevator in silence, and it was obviously awkward.

"Since how long have you been working here Ms. Y/N?"

Jeez what is it with people wanting to know about my duration of work in this company?

"This would be my third-year sir."

"Oh. Well if you don't mind me asking, how much do you get paid here?"

"Enough sir" I replied, nettled by the intrusive and odd question. Mr. Cheong on the other hand, started to chuckle at my 'witty humour'.

Silence descended yet again as we walked further. Only the sound of my heels clicking, the distant chitter-chatter of the employees, and the squeaky handle of Mr. Cheong's briefcase had managed to interrupt the silence. After a few minutes, Mr. Cheong spoke again.

"Well, Ms. Y/N, I'd like to offer you a job in my company." He passively but abruptly stated.

Just then, we had reached the elevator.

"A job?" I asked, slightly taken aback by the sudden offer, as I pressed the button.

"Yes, Ms. Y/N, a job"

"May I ask why? Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious as to why you would hire someone you've just met."

"Hmm, I see potential in you, Ms. Y/N. You're skilled, competent, well versed, and most importantly, a charming woman. I think your work would be highly favourable to my company." He replied with a smile as he looked at me. Or...he replied with a smirk as he checked me out?

'No you're probably overthinking Y/N'

"So, what do you say Ms. Y/N?"

"Well, I uhh, I apologize Mr. Cheong. I just started working two years ago and I believe you'll find people who are way more capable and experienced than I am."

"But I insist Ms. Y/N. I could pay you twice what you're getting here. It's an offer you shouldn't refuse."

"I'm sorry sir, it is not just about the pay check" I replied, and fake laughed.

"Moreover I've signed a four-year contract with this company." I reasoned.

Mr. Cheong thought for a brief moment, smiled, and said, "Oh that's unfortunate! I hope you reconsider after the contract then. The offer would be valid for you."

And thank lord the elevator doors opened just then. Mr. Cheong stepped inside, and I pressed the ground floor button inside the elevator and stepped out.

"The exit doors will be right ahead of you on the ground floor sir. Have a good day." I smiled.

I noticed the change in his expression from a smirk to a frown and back to a disappointed smile.

Looks like he got the sass.

"Good day to you to Ms. Y/N" He said as the elevator doors closed.

'That went well'

Author's POV

Y/N recalled the previous conversation as she walked back to her desk. She realized that she should've been a little less savage. A deal with the Cheong Corporation and Mr. Cheong, an important business client, would be highly beneficial and imperative to the company. And by no means, should Y/N jeopardize it, regardless of how Mr. Cheong smiled at her or looked at her. She had to stay professional.

Y/N was met again, with the busy crowd, scrambling and surging around the vast room. She smiled and waved at a few employees as she passed by them to her desk. She took a seat and continued with her work.

Through the transparent and humongous glass panels, she occasionally glanced at the two old friends having a cheerful conversation. It was actually the first ever time in two years that Taehyung had invited a friend to his office. His office would usually host clients, shareholders, and business officials so it was rare to see a close friend in there.

And dating? You might ask, but nope. No time for that. Since the last two years have been...well how do I put it...busy? Yeah, let's go with that. Taehyung had joined the company as the acting CEO two years ago, along with Y/N. Ever since then, he wanted to put up his best work and prove to be worthy of running the company. And so, in the pursuit of excellence, he pegged away tirelessly for two years.

Now that things were a little under his control, and that he had earned the respect and admiration of the Board Of Directors and his employees, Taehyung decided to loosen up a bit.

Presently, Y/N pushed the long steel door handle of Taehyung's office with one hand while holding a wooden serving tray with two ceramic teacups along with their saucers, a sugar pitcher and two spoons in the other. Taehyung had asked Y/N to bring some tea for them.

She walked in, placed the tray onto the glass coffee table and smiled at the two of them who were sitting on the light blue couch.

"I assume you've already met her?" Taehyung asked Jungkook.

"Yes, I did." Jungkook nodded and looked at Y/N.

"So how did your conversation with Mr. Cheong go?" Taehyung casually asked Y/N as he picked up one of the teacups.

"Who?" Jungkook asked.

"Mr. Cheong. He is the CEO of a conglomerate, owner, and chairperson of Cheong Corporation. A high-profile corporate client who has signed a contract with Kim Enterprises." Y/N explained.

"And...umm, well it was odd." She continued.

"Odd?" Jungkook asked slightly bemused by the answer.

"Yes. Well, he offered me a job. And it was quite odd for him to do that, since we've actually never met before."

"Preposterous, what did you say then?" Jungkook asked further.

"I refused of course."

Taehyung's eyes instantly shot back up at Y/N.

"Why? I'm sure he would've definitely offered you more than what you would get over here." Taehyung eagerly inquired. He thought it was strange that someone would pass on such an incredible opportunity. He was disappointed that Y/N made that decision but pleased that she chose him and his company over Mr. Cheong's.

"He did. But sir, I signed a four-year contract at Kim Enterprises."

"Besides, Mr. Cheong...didn't seem like a guy with good intentions." Y/N added.

"So, is Taehyung...a guy with good intentions?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows and asked her impatiently.

"Uhh, maybe, maybe not, but Mr. Kim is definitely a guy without bad intentions" Y/N replied.

"That makes no sense" Jungkook expressed bluntly.

"I'll be outside if you require me Mr. Kim." Y/N announced as she chuckled and left the room.

"You've hired the right person as your secretary Tae. She is amazing." Jungkook said in pure awe of the woman who just left the room.

"Uhuh" Taehyung replied and noticed his friend's gaze on his secretary through the glass panels.

'Does he like her?'

"You wanna have fried chicken and beer for dinner?" Jungkook suggested as he looked back at Taehyung.

Taehyung nodded in reply. For some reason, Taehyung was slightly bothered by the fact that Jungkook was interested in Y/N. He doesn't know why though, Y/N was his secretary after all. Anybody has the right to date anyone. Y/N could date whomsoever she wished to date. So could Jungkook. And so could Taehyung. Right? Whatever. He pushed aside the sudden discomfort he felt when he pictured Jungkook and Y/N together, and focused on the dinner plan later this evening with his best friend.

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sam19832 · 4 years ago

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Hey guys. So guess what, I’m back and doing a little fun writing project.

It’s a BTS fanfic. SO if you guys are interested in supporting. You guys totally should.

#btsff #btsimagine #taehyungff #kim taehyung scenario #kim taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #bts x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin #jiminff #park jimin ff #kim taehyung ff

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ji-an-30407 · 3 years ago

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They are doing what they love doing! Eating! Oh and of course being BTS

#bts #btsfanfic #btsfanfiction #btsff #jungkookff #rm #jungkook #jimin #btsjimin #suga #btssuga #minyoongi #jhope #hobi #jin #seokjin #taehyung #taehyungff #taehyungfanfic

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stillwithkook7 · 3 years ago

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When you asked your him if he still loves you | him as your workaholic husband (Taehyung)

i wrote this ff so why not post it- pls interact with this taehyung fluff! <3

. Requests are open but do note that I only write fluff and angst.

. Please ignore any grammatical errors or mistakes. I don't usually proofread.

. Please refrain from plagiarism and copying my work. If inspired to my work, please DO credit me always.

. To beat the algorithm, interact with this post by liking, commenting, and sharing. Thank you if you would do that.

. Before you read this, please note that everything in this is NOT real and all fictional. This is based on my imagination and entertainment purposes only. If you don't want to read, please feel free to scroll and leave this. I hope you enjoy this!

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You, as a house wife and the spouse of Kim Taehyung. He’s an workaholic and would always spend most of his time at the office and during the weekends, when he’s at home, he would spend his time at his room alone doing his works only. I’m not saying that you don’t want Taehyung to stop working always, you just wanted to spend time with him even just for 5 minutes, that’s already fine.

Your husband is on his way to go home now as he texted you. You smiled at his message but you know when he comes home, he’ll just skip dinner and work on his projects right away with no rest. Aside from all of that, you always thought and asked yourself,

“Does he still love me?”

That question keeps running over your head the whole week. Lately, Taehyung has become distant and cold since he got his promotion a month ago. You wondered why, it might be work of course, but what if the reason is different? Then you heard the door opening revealing your husband, Taehyung who is probably exhausted and tired from all of those works and meetings today.

“Hey, how are you?” Taehyung asked me, he rarely asks me how am I feeling or how was I.

“Oh. I’m fine” I answered him. And I decided to finally ask him the question I’ve been questioning to myself.

“Taehyung? Can I ask you a question?” You asked him before he straight up go to our bedroom to get changed and go to his room to do his continuous work. But gladly, he stopped his walks and just listened to me.

“Yes Y/N?”

“Um.. Taehyung lately I’ve noticed that your being distant and cold to me now, I don’t know but I- Do you still care for our marriage? Are you still in love with me? Do you still love me?” I asked him honestly what I felt over the past month by his behavior.

Taehyung stood and was quite surprised by question-

“Do you still love me?” That question never left Taehyung’s mind that made him stood still.

A moment of silence and you just said to him,

“Never mind. I guess not, you can continue your work then.”

Taehyung suddenly grabbed my wrist that made me turned around and said to me,

“Y/N, I still love you. I really do. It’s just, the past month ever since I got the new promotion, there’s a lot of work and responsibilities I have to do and my new boss at work is highly strict at us and I didn’t want to disappoint him and the company so I overwork and doubled my working to finish my works at last but that doesn’t mean I forgot about us, you, and this marriage. I still care and think about you, I couldn’t spend time with you because of the amount of work I do and I’m really sorry that I made you feel that I don’t love you anymore. I’ll try to fix my schedule so I could at least spend some time with you here. I love you always and forever, Kim Y/N.” He all said in one go to me making me thought a lot.

“That’s why..? I thought you don’t-”

“I still love you and that will never change” He cut me off.

“I love you too Kim Taehyung!”

“I love you more, love. Now go dress up” He told you.

“Why?” You asked him.

“Because I’m going to have a date with you and spend time with my wife.”

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#bangtan #bts #btsff #btsffs #bangtanthread #bangtanfics #taehyungthreads #taehyungimagine #kimtaehyung #taehyung #taehyungff

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msyn · 3 years ago

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Read on Wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/story/278695676-mafia%27s-crush-mission-to-kill

Jungkook FF | Taehyung FF | BTS FF

#bts #btsfanfic #jungkookff #taehyungff #fanfiction #btsfanfiction #jk #taehyung #jungkook #msyn #yourname #jongsuk #btssmut #bts imagines #jungkook imagine #taehyung imagine

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soggykookiesandcream · 2 years ago

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𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼

"You ready?" Namjoon asks.

"Yes," I breathe, "I'm just a little scared of heights."

"It's okay," smiles Namjoon, "You can hold my hand if you want."

"Thank you," I accept his offer.

As the helicopter begins to ascend, my grip on Namjoon's hand gets tighter.

"Yuna-" Namjoon yelps, "Don't crush my hand."

"I'm sorry," I reply with a look of regret.

"It's okay. Just calm down. Nothing will happen." Namjoon smiles.

I nod at him as I look outside to see the dry desert below me. No matter how much I hated these deserts, I loved my job too much to let it discourage me. I had started out studying and analysing data from other people. Now I was here, collecting them myself and trying to unravel mysteries. I was so lucky to meet Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok. They were always there for me. I looked at Hoseok smiling excitedly and realised I had reached the spot.

I was nervous.

"Namjoon," I said, "I'm nervous."

"Why? It's just another pyramid." He replied.

"I know," I sighed, "I don't know..."

"It's okay," he took your hand in his, "We're all here."

I smiled at him.

"C'mon love birds. You can do staring later. We've got set up to do!" Jin screamed.

Namjoon and I blushed.

Namjoon and I, both liked each other but decided to stay friends till both of us were steady and stable in the archaeology field. But that didn't hold back Jin from teasing us both.

"See you later," I meekly said and ran towards Jin.

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"So, which blanket do you want?" Hoseok asks, "Red or black?"

"Black, please," I reply.

"Here," he hands the black neatly folded blanket to me.

It was night right now. The team and I took all afternoon and evening to set up the camp. It was really hard under the scorching sun. Moving heavy objects, setting the tents, setting up fences so that robbers or bandits wouldn't sneak in and steal, etc. I had to join in to help them since we needed to get it set up before the night fell.

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"Hey," he said from behind.

"Who-", I clutched my heart, "Oh my God, Taehyung, you really need to stop doing that."

"Sorry," he gave me a boxy smile.

"You don't want me to die. Do you?" I asked smiling at him.

"No!" he exclaimed, "Of course not."

"Then stop doing that," I smiled but soon realized, "Taehyung! Oh my, someone will see you. Hide."

"No," he laughed, "I'm disguised with a cloth. See."

"I'm still worried," I pout.

"It's okay, darling. No one will see me." he smiled at me, "Let's go."

"Where?" I raised my eyebrow.

"To the east market," he pointed to the road which takes us there.

"But the east market is for the rich," I replied.

"I am rich." He smirks.

"No one here knows that," I replied with a smirk.

"They don't need to," he smiled, "Or does my darling want everyone here to know that?"

"NO!" I screamed.

I apologised to people around us who looked at me like I was crazy.

"Haha, then come on." He tugged my sleeves.

"Okay," I smiled clinging onto his arms.

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"What do you want, dear?" He asked.

"Nothing. I already got my groceries from the peasant market." I smiled in satisfaction as I looked at my bag filled with various vegetables.

"I wasn't asking about groceries." He replied.

"Oh, I don't want anything," I said.

"But I want to buy my dear something." He whined.

"That's not required, Taehyung," I said sternly.

"Can I buy you a gift?" He asked.

"No," I sighed turning around, "I don't need anything."

"I'm buying you a gift." He pulled me to a jewellery shop.

"Which one do you like?" He asked me.

"I don't know... You choose." I answered giving in.

"You like watching the stars, don't you? I'll buy you that chain with a star locket," He pointed at the chain hanging on a hook.

"That's very beautiful," I smiled.

"Give me this." He took the chain off the hook and gave it to the shopkeeper.

"5 silver coins." The shopkeeper said.

Taehyung paid for the chain and pulled me away from the shop into an alley between two shops.

"Taehyung what-" I was cut off by him smashing his lips onto mine.

I unknowingly put my hands on his shoulders. He deepens the kiss as he takes the chain out from his pocket, puts it around my neck and clicks the chain in place.

He pulled away panting, "I love you so much."

"I love you too." I pecked his lips again.

He smiled at me and pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear.

"Dear," he said.

I hummed.

"Will you leave me?"

I widened my eyes at his question.

"Never! Why are you asking? Do you think I'll leave you?" I asked softly.

"I'm just scared." He sighed.

"Well, don't be." I kissed his forehead.

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I gasped getting up. What the hell was that? Who was that in my dream? And why was I in an old market with a guy I didn't know? And most importantly, why did I kiss him-

It was probably because I watch too much k-drama. I laughed it off.

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#taehyung #bts #btsff #taehyungff #mummy #egypt #gods #kinds

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kutemouse · 5 years ago

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Never Really Over

Disclaimers: I made and edited the above gif myself. That’s why I’ve used the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use, just please give me credit for the edit! I used some of the lines from Katy Perry’s lyrics to inspire and write this, but they belong to Katy.

So this imagine was inspired by the Katy Perry song “Never Really Over,” which, when I heard it for the first time, reminded me of the way my bias works. Yes, I am a Taehyung bias, but every two weeks or so, one of the other members of BTS wrecks me, and I mean WRECKS me to the point where I think, “This is it. This is when I change my bias.” But then Taehyung does something or posts a picture, and I instantly zip right back to him. I’ve been this way since I started stanning BTS, idk why, low-key, I think I’m secretly an OT7 fan.

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Sweeeeaaaaars (like always), ANGST with a happy ending, Taehyung being a sweetie-pie, no smut, might make a part two with smut idk, honestly, I hope this makes you laugh more than anything.

Word Count: 2,187

Summary: It had been two years since you broke up with Taehyung, and you were finally at the point where he stopped randomly popping into your head. But that didn’t stop him from randomly popping up on your social media, wrecking you into oblivion, and making you do stupid things.

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Oh no. Not again. I’m not falling into this rabbit hole again, not today, not ever. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again, that I’d draw the line and never think of you again, and I did. Or so I thought.

I tentatively scrolled down my feed back to the video of you singing your heart out to a sea of adoring fans, feeling a twinge in my chest as your voice reverberated throughout the stadium. How I missed that deep rumble, the one that drew me out of sleep each morning with a chuckle and a kiss.

Shaking my head, I attempted to push all thoughts of you out of my head. I didn’t miss you. I didn’t miss anything about you, no-siree, I was over you. Ugh, who was I kidding? I couldn’t even go on the internet without seeing you. I was losing it.

“Fuck this,” I thought, standing up from the bench and heading towards my favorite cafe. The bell over the door tinkled, bringing a memory to the forefront of my mind.

We sat in the booth in the far corner so we could have as much privacy as the cafe would allow. “It’s happening, jagiya,” he murmured, taking my hand. “I’m going on tour. I won’t be back for nearly a year.”

“I know,” I muttered in reply, looking down at my lap. I couldn’t be angry, hell, I couldn’t even be sad. We both knew this was coming. Ever since BTS’s popularity shot through the roof, he’s been getting more and more busy, constantly at practice, song-writing, or travelling.

“Hey, we can make this work,” he said, his voice soothing over the pain I was beginning to feel. “I’ll always come back to you, jagi.”

He reached over and grasped my cup, taking a sip from it before squinching his eyes up cutely. I laughed and playfully grabbed for it back. “Hey, that’s mine!”

“I don’t even know how you can drink this,” he said, still grimacing. “Coffee is so bitter.”

“It’s an acquired taste,” I said, giggling.

“Miss?”

A voice brought me back to reality, and I blinked a couple times before looking at the barista. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked.

She gave me an amused smile. “I asked what you’d like to order.”

“Oh, uh… Hmmm, an iced Americano for today, thanks.”

“You got it. I’ll have it ready in a moment.”

“Thank you.”

I paid then sat down in a booth to wait, fiddling with my phone. My finger touched the fingerprint pad, powering on my screen to show that video once more. Cursing, I closed the app and jammed the thing back into my pocket.

“Miss? Your Americano is ready.”

I stood and took the cup from the girl, walking quickly back outside and sitting down on the bench again. I just couldn’t escape you. It’s like no matter what I did, you were there. You were always there… and not just because your face covered the internet the way clouds covered the earth. You were always in the back of my mind.

I felt my self-control slowly trickling away as I drew my phone out of my pocket, clicked it on, and opened a new message, typing in your name as the recipient. I never deleted your number, scared of breaking the last possible tie I had to you.

Ugh, no, stop. It’s done. It’s been done for two years now. I left my phone in my lap, trying and failing to concentrate on drinking my coffee instead. We parted amicably, with both of us acknowledging that our relationship was over due to you not being able to be the boyfriend I needed. Still, for weeks after we separated, I couldn’t help jumping every time someone knocked at my door, thinking it was you, or stopping guys on the street who even slightly resembled you. That had all faded away, though, so why were my nerves on fire once more?

Our relationship was terrible, or at least it was towards the end. You were constantly gone, and didn’t have time to call or video-chat me. You had to send me text messages on the down-low, scared your company would find out about us and force us apart, or that delulu fangirls would find out about me and come after me. We only spent time together twice in the last six months of our relationship, and I was beginning to get sick of explaining to my friends and interested guys why I was unavailable to date. The second time I saw you, you came over to my apartment wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap.

“Sorry,” he said apologetically as he shed his disguise. “I had to circle the block a couple times… make sure I wasn’t followed.”

I threw my hands up. “This is insane!”

“What is?”

“This! This relationship! Taehyung, I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t normal!”

His mouth dropped open at my proclamation. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away.

Taehyung grasped my arms with his large, soft hands. “Please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Let’s just talk about this.”

And talk we did. For hours. And we both came to the same conclusion: That our relationship was no longer working and in order for us to both be happy, we needed to let each other go. I reached up and touched my lips, remember the way you kissed me for the last time. Hard and deep, with both large hands on either side of my face, you kissed me until my heart broke cleanly in two.

Yet, even after all the pain I went through, I was surprised to find myself missing you even weeks after our break-up. Yeah, we were a mess, but it was the best mess I’d ever been in. By the time I figured out that life with you in it, as seldom as that actually was, was still better than life without you entirely, it was too late. You had moved on, and were becoming one of the biggest names in k-pop, no, in the world, ever. I had moved on, too… or so I thought.

Sure, I dated other guys. I even had a relationship that lasted a good six months… but none of it ever felt right. I broke up with the guy after he hinted he wanted to move in together, realizing it would never feel right no matter how much I tried to force it.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked it open, staring at your name at the top of the text. What would happen if I just sent a simple, “Hey?” I let myself indulge in my imagination, thinking about the way you’d ecstatically respond, instantly sparking a conversation and lighting up my deadened heart. After a few days of texting, you’d ask to video chat, and I’d see the face that cracked my heart and soul into pieces, but this time, you were intent on mending all that. You’d come over just like old times, and we’d spend night after night together, intertwined so close we practically become one… But then you’ll leave. Again. Work will call, or your manager, or one of the other members, and you’ll leave spouting useless apologies and empty promises. Then I’ll have to get over you again.

Draw the line, I told myself. Draw it. No more. Yet even as I was thinking it, the side of me that missed you put a toe over that line, inching towards completely diving headfirst into the shit show I knew we’d forever be.

I opened the social media app again and watched that video of you singing for the third time. “Fuck it,” I thought, switching back to my messaging app and typing out a message.

Me: Hey. Just caught myself thinking about you and wondered how you’ve been. I miss you.

I stared at it for a good thirty seconds, my thumb hovering over the send button the entire time. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed down, slowly opening them to see the circle going ‘round and ‘round, trying to send.

Wait, no. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t trip up after two whole years. I frantically tapped on the message, trying to delete it, but then the dreaded check mark appeared. Sent.

“Fuck!” I cried out, startling the closest passerby.

“Sorry,” I muttered, looking down at my lap, my cheeks flooding with warmth. How the hell had you trickled back in? I drew that line, I did, I did, but now I’d tripped up. I sipped from my coffee cup, keeping my eyes on my phone screen the entire time. Nothing. You were probably busy. Hell, you’d probably changed your number for all I knew.

With that thought comforting me, I threw my cup into the nearest recycling bin and began the five-minute trek back to my apartment. I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with studying, my fingers hovering over my phone every now and then, tempted to check it. At around the same time the sun was going down, my phone finally beeped and I snatched it up.

Damn. It was just my classmate asking a question about the essay we were assigned. I rolled my eyes and chucked my phone somewhere on the floor before flopping backwards on my bed. It was over. Has been for quite some time. I didn’t know why I expected anything more.

My phone beeped again, and I sat up so fast I made myself dizzy. It beeped again, and I yeeted myself off the bed and frantically began searching through the ocean of clothes that littered my floor. Shit, where did that damn thing go? I hadn’t chucked it that far, had I?

I dug through the random piles of my belongings, making even more of a mess as I hunted my phone down. It started ringing, and I whirled around at the sound, seeing my screen shine through a random tank top. I stumbled towards it, hands outstretched, and grabbed at it, the phone slipping through my hands like soap and falling back to the floor.

“FUCK!” I yelled out just before a knock at my door made me whip my head around.

Leaving the damn phone, I stumbled out of my bedroom and towards my front door, taking a second to run a hand through my curls in an attempt to smooth them down, before I whipped open the door.

My mouth dropped open in a gasp, eyes widening as I took you in, one hand still holding the phone to your ear, the other shoved sheepishly in your jean pocket. “Hi,” was all you said. Mouth still open like a gaping fish, I wordlessly stepped aside to let you in.

Closing the door behind you, I finally managed to get some words out. “How… Wait, why…?”

You chuckled, the buttery-smooth deep bass of your voice causing tingles to break out all over my body. “I got your text, Y/n.”

“Wait, was that… that was you calling?” I asked, my voice coming out strained. “Sorry I didn’t pick up, I was-”

“It’s fine,” you said, waving my apology off. “I know you’re probably busy… and honestly, I don’t know why I’m here other than the fact that I…”

You trailed off, and I swallowed, anticipating the dreaded words. You were here because you needed to remind me that we were done. That there was nothing between us anymore. That you had a girlfriend.

“That I… Well, that I miss you too.”

For the second time that evening, my mouth dropped open. “You what?” I squeaked.

You chuckled once more, but this time, you had a trace of uneasiness in your chocolate-brown eyes. “I miss you, you dork.”

I didn’t bother trying to speak anymore, I just acted. I rushed towards you, grabbing both of your cheeks, and kissed you with everything I had. You grunted in surprise before grabbing me by the waist, steadying both of our stances, and moving your lips around mine, fully kissing me back. The second we separated, you drew me back in, even going so far as to swipe a mischievous tongue over my bottom lip, causing me to groan in pleasure.

We finally pulled apart, panting a little, your eyes bright, a wide smile on your face. “It’s been two whole years, though,” I said.

“Yeah, and the entire time, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” you murmured, peppering light kisses along my cheek. “I won’t let you get away this time.”

I sighed and curled up against your chest, once again falling hard for the way my head seemed to fit perfectly in the crook of your neck, and the way your hands seemed to meld with my love handles. It was like we were made for each other.

Well then. I thought we were done, but I guess it’s never really over, is it?

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hoebaring · 3 years ago

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Forever | A Kim Taehyung One Shot

His forever, her. Her forever, him. Each other's. No other way.

Tags/Warnings :- A proposal. That's it. An attempt at writing tooth rotting fluff😂. Way too short to even be considered a one shot but yeahh. This is just a small drabble I tried writing based on a small scenario I thought of when I saw a picture of our beloved Tae.🙂

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word count :- 1.1k Words

Masterlist

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"I absolutely love this.." Y/n sighs, leaning her head against Taehyung's shoulder as she takes a moment to admire the peaceful grayish tint in the clouds, the rain pouring down with a pitter patter on the clean streets right outside their patio.

"And I love you" Taehyung retorts with a lovely smile, wrapping his right arm around her to pull her in for a side hug as a small blush paints her face before she whispers out a small 'me too babe'.

He stares down at her, adoring the way she shyly goes back to reading the novel in her hand, hands fidgeting with the pages, trying to distract herself from the butterflies by making a tiny dog ear with the page although she would definitely hate the crease it was bound to leave later.

There's a gust of cold wind that blows, making them shiver, the hammock they are seated in rocking side to side. Taehyung pulls Y/n closer, cuddling her as if to shield her from the cold rain as she takes his large hand in her smaller palm, squeezing it comfortably.

"Your hands are soo cold. How come you're not freezing your ass off right now?" Y/n asks indignantly with a laugh to which he simply shrugs, chuckling lightly.

"Ahh. I wish we could stay like this forever.." Y/n sighs out, a warm smile gracing her face.

"Mhmm" Taehyung agrees, thoughts wandering about, imagining a life with her, forever. He loved the idea. The thought had occurred to him many times over the last 3 years, but he had always pushed it away, scared that it would be too early for her, scared of rejection even though she had never given him a reason to doubt her.

However, right now, there weren't any of those silly insecurities that filled his heart, not enough room with all the love and care for her that occupies it instead.

Forever sounds beautiful..

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Dreamy. That's what Taehyung thinks the situation before him looks like. Seated opposite to him is Y/n, a perfectly frilled maroon summer dress adorning her, the beautiful locket he had gifted her on their 2nd year anniversary complementing the floral design on her dress elegantly, eyes sparkling bright with the reflection of the fairy lights hung in beautiful strings around the fancy diner they were at as she smiles at the waitress, letting her know that the dinner was delightful.

It was a wonder as to how merely watching her smile could make him feel like a teenage boy all over again. Palms sweaty, anxious chatter eating away at his mind as he goes over the small speech he prepared and rehearsed over a million times in front of the mirror, trying to perfect every single word and expression, wanting to be the man she would want to spend the rest of her life with.

Taehyung watches as she gets up to leave, only to see her stop once she notices him not moving from his seat. Sitting back with a frown, she speaks.

"Is everything alright Taehyung-ah?" Y/n asks once she notices his tense, nervous demeanor.

He is about to respond with a 'yes, don't worry' before getting up. However, he doesn't. Instead, he responds truthfully.

"I- I just have something to say"

"Ok.." Y/n voices out, nodding her head with a smile despite being anxious since his tone didn't give way to any hints as to what he wanted to speak about.

This was it. The moment where he would speak with confidence. Be her prince charming. The one and only.

But no. He is robbed off of his words when she looks into his eyes, waiting for him to speak. It was as if the short monologue he prepared never existed. Speechless.

That's when he realizes something mesmerizingly beautiful. He realizes how that beautiful smile of hers represents his happiness. How those beautiful eyes of hers leave him wordless. How she represents, no, is his world.

She doesn't deserve mere words that he had memorized from a piece of paper, even if he spent hours, days writing them! No. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it from the heart. Truthfully. No matter how 'un-princely' or 'imperfect' it might sound.

"There's no, uh, right way for me to tell you this"

"It's alright. Go on babe" Y/n smiles, though anxious, unsuspecting.

"There's no right way for me to tell you about this because there's too much for me to say." Taehyung smiles nervously as Y/n listens intently, still anxious

"I can go on and on about the million, tiny reasons that I've fallen for your eyes." He confesses truthfully, sure of his next words and moves as he sees her smile lovingly.

"I can go on and on about the million little reasons that I'm in love with your smile. In love with you" Y/n feels her eyes tear up once she understands where he's going with this. She knows what he is going to say next, and she knows what her answer will be.

Taehyung's hand reaches into the inner pocket of his dark blue coat, pulling out a small, black box. "But, there's only one way for me to say that I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/n" A tear trickles down Y/n's smiling face, and Taehyung wipes it away to which she giggles with a sniffle.

"So, Y/n" Taehyung finally breaks into a bright smile as he stands up from his seat and walks over to her, gently taking her hand in his. He opens the box to reveal a graceful silver ring, a small diamond delicately placed on it.

"Will you marry me?"

Y/n had always thought of marriage as a fragilely strong bond. If one was lucky and wise, it could bring immense joy, and peace to a person. To have their loved one willing to be there for them through every step in their life from that sacred moment, sharing both happiness, and suffering. What better person to spend life with, than the one who brought out the best in her? What better person to be with, than him?

"Yes!" She cries out with a smile and a nod of her head, tears of joy streaming down her face as she gets up from her chair to engulf Taehyung in a tight hug, who gladly scoops her into his arms, laughing.

"I love you so much.."

"Me too babe... Me too." Taehyung whispers back lovingly.

A roar of applause rings through the diner as he slips the ring on to her finger, a smile gracing his face once she hugs him again delightedly, uncaring of the audience they now had, too engrossed in the happiness she felt.

This was it. The forever that she had always wished for.

And it's beautiful..

#taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung #taetae #fluff #taehyungff #romance #proposal #taehyungfluff #taehyungromnce #taehyung romance #taehyung ff #taehyung fanfic #author g

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minorin-fanfictions · 4 years ago

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Eternal Love part 1- Kim Taehyung Oneshot

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Angst, fluff(pt2) [soulmate!au/reincarnation!au]

The cold breeze gently kissed her cheeks. Y/n snuggled in the scarf draped around her neck. A sigh escaped her pale lips as she grazed her eyes over the photo.

"I miss you," she confessed, "I miss the words we exchanged before i headed off to school. I miss the small arguments I forced us to have just for the sake of knowing the truth." With a little strength she lifted the corner of her lips continuing, "I definitely miss the smile you passed me everytime i entered the dorm. And i surely miss just having you around."

Her lips trembled and she hoped it was because of the cold, "I should have stayed home that day," a little sniff escaped and y/n willed herself to believe it to be the effect of winter. "I should have argued a little stronger. I should have told you that i knew you were hurting and that i heard you crying in the bathroom all alone the other night," and cue the cracks in her voice that surprised her. "I should have comforted you. I should have run out of my hiding spot and held you tighter before you actually broke," her chest ached, "But i didn't. And you shattered."

The first sob managed to choke out no matter how many times she scolded herself for holding on to something long gone. The idea of keeping a composure long forgotten as she knelt down and gently traced her hand on the edge of the stone with moistened eyes.

"All because i was too scared. I was scared that you will leave if I meddle in your life too much. That you would feel pressured and crumble. That y-you-"

Y/n was unable to complete her words as the salty liquid blurred her vision while the clogged nose made breathing difficult. She crouched and hugged herself for comfort and soon ugly sobs escaped her trembling lips. Y/n hiccuped and chose to wait till her breathing evened out.

'Stop crying. Be strong. Stop crying. Be Strong. Stop crying. Be strong. You promised not to be a crybaby' her mind echoed

Surely, loosing a bestfriend was never easy. But fate had been even more cruel, separating two soulmates, their bond unknown to even them. The invisible red string lay lifeless on the earth and only moved when y/n whispered her soulmate's name.

Your P.O.V

The vivid image of Taehyung's lifeless body on the bed, that could fool anyone into thinking that he was in a peaceful slumber, constantly flashed infront of me. The pills that lay next to him were scary enough along with the warmth of his body no longer there. The frequent reminder had me here and i wished things were different.

"I e-even shifted away from our dorms because the confined space brought back memories of my mistakes and your absence. Taehyungie, it's difficult you know," the rhetorical question sounded more reasonable when I knew that I was talking to a picture, or rather to the lifeless man that laid benath it. "Getting up every morning on my own just out of the fear that I'll be late for college because i know that you are no longer here to wake me up. Shuffling to my classes and dreading the day ending because i know you won't be waiting back at home to greet me will you iconic smile."

This maybe the last time I will be able to come meet my bestfriend. I'll continue my life from here just like he asked me to in his letter. I'll do my best because i promised.

"Tete... it's been months but i still feel as though you haven't completely left. I just want you to know that... I hope you haven't left me," I bit my lower lip, "I know you haven't left me"

Author P.O.V

And as she walked away, from the boy who taught her the meaning of affection, she did not see the red thread become reckless at her confession of feeling his presence. Fate might have been harsh when tearing apart two undiscovered souls but it surely had better plans for her future. Unknown to her, universe linked her, all over again, to the same person?

When The Soul Is Ready Its Mate Will Appear

Part2

#drabbles #my fic #reader insert #oneshots #romance #short story #scenarios #writers on tumblr #KimTaehyung #taehyungoneshot #taehyungxreader #taehyungff #angst #fluff

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stillwithkook7 · 3 years ago

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When you meet him on Omegle | Taehyung Oneshot

hey hey hey i’m here! i hope you enjoyed my first taehyung ff <3

. Requests are open but do note that I only write fluff and angst.

. Please ignore any grammatical errors or mistakes. I don't usually proofread.

. Please refrain from plagiarism and copying my work. If inspired to my work, please DO credit me always.

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(Omegle is a free online chat website that allows users to socialize with others without the need to register. The service randomly pairs users in one-on-one chat sessions where they chat anonymously using the names "You" and "Stranger" or "Stranger 1" and "Stranger 2" in the case of Spy mode.)

Source from Google.

A/N pov - You were bored right now since it’s already the start of summer so you have more time in doing more activities and stuff. You are currently browsing in TikTok and you found in your “For You” Page, a social media influencer doing a reaction video about the website, Omegle. You were interested in that so you decided to try that at least once to break your boredom.

You opened your laptop and searched on your Google search browser, “Omegle” and the results showed up. You clicked the link of the website and you wanted to talk and chat with either “girls or “boys” online so you typed in your interest and types of who or what you want to talk or chat with.

You then clicked the “Allow” button so the website could access your camera and audio since it’s an online chat and talk website. Now for a few seconds later, Omegle finally find someone that I can chat with.

It said “You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!”

“You both like girls” Oh. Girls, the random stranger that I’m going to talk with likes girls like me probably- okay then.

You opened your camera and the stranger’s cam opened too, It revealed a handsome and elegant man at most likely his mid-20s. I opened my mic and talked,

“Oh hey there. It’s my first time trying this ‘Omegle’ thing”

The man answered with his mic now open,

“Ah okay, Omegle is kind of fun too you know”

“Okay then I guess” I chucked softly. He suddenly asked me,

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Oh, my name is Y/N, and you?”

“Taehyung. That’s my name.” He slightly smiled at me as if we already knew each other a lot.

“What are your hobbies then, Y/N?”

“My hobbies are cooking and writing”

“Those are good hobbies, Mine are dancing and singing, let’s say”

“Oh wow, those are really good hobbies too Taehyung”

“I know right! I like singing too, Do you want me to sing for you?”

“Oh ah sure! I would love to”

“I made this song by myself, The title is ‘Winter Bear’. No one heard it yet so this is an exclusive just for you, Y/N”

I smiled at his statement and was excited to hear his yet “exclusive” song.

“She looks like a blue parrot Would you come fly to me? I want some good day, good day, good day Good day, good day Looks like a winter bear You sleep so happily I wish you good night, good night, good night Good night, good night

Imagine your face Say hello to me 'Til all the bad days They're nothing to me With you

Winter bear Ooh, ooh, ooh Sleep like a winter bear Ooh, ooh, ooh Sleep like a winter bear ~”

Woah. You were impressed by his soft yet calming voice, It also made you almost asleep.

“There *chuckles* I hope you haven’t slept yet, Y/N haha”

I laughed, “Hahaha a good thing I haven’t slept by your great voice, Taehyung.”

“Thank you Y/N. I had fun talking and chatting with you”

You kind of blushed and replied back, “Of course, Taehyung. I had fun too!”

We both smiled at each other and Taehyung now asked,

“Since we can’t talk on Omegle always, let’s share each other’s contact numbers at the chat so we could.. you know, message and call more Y/N”

You were taken by surprise then you replied “Sure, Taehyung. I would love to talk with you more often.” I said to him.

The chat:

You: Here’s my contact no. Taehyung. XXXXXXXXX

Stranger (Taehyung): Noted Y/N. Here’s mine - XXXXXXXX

You both waved at each other at the cameras and said your fellow goodbyes to each other and you last said to him,

“Message me more often, Taehyung.” While I smiled at him.

You clicked the “Stop” button and the call finally ended. But your talk and chat with Taehyung is not yet finished.

Your summer will not be as boring as before since you have your new call and text mate, Taehyung.

#bts #bangtan #bangtanfics #taehyung #taehyungff #taehyungffs #btsff #btsffs #taehyungimagine #taehyungimagines #btsfanfictions

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