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[youmistme]

Her Love in two lines

✑Pairing: OLI2L! Taehyung X OLI2L! reader

✑ Genre: fluffy fluff uwu

✑Warnings: none, tae is best boyfie for lifey 

✑ Words: 1K 

☞ Summary: It’s Valentines’ day and you’re very late. But thats okay. Taehyung says you’re worth all the wait. 

♡ this is a prequel to Our Love in two lines! couple hehe. You can also read this as a stand alone fic!

read the sequel too! His Love in two lines !

this is a work of fiction, does not represent the artist in it and their behaviour!Do not repost or plagiarize my work! You’re an untalented weak imbecile if you do so :)

The metal hand of the clock was moving, your eyes fixed on the ticking hand as the minutes went by. You were running late from work again. With a disheartened sigh, you feverishly relaxed back into the small subway seat. It was not comfortable but you had to make do. 

Your head was starting to hurt again, how could it not? 

The image of your boyfriend's disappointed expression clouded your thoughts as the busy chattering of people in the subway faded to the back of your mind. Oh, your boyfriend would be so so upset. With your busy schedule and his overbearingly busy schedule it was almost impossible to have some alone time together. You had promised him, held his hand tightly and brought it up to your face and kissed it. Smiled and promised that you would spend more time this week. 

Now you’re running late on the very first date you guys planned for in months! It was valentine's day today! 

Must you be such a terrible girlfriend? It was undeniably hard to convince your boss; Mr. Choi gave you a couple days off, he settled with half days.  

Your fingers gently touched the velvety petal of the rose from the bouquet. It was for him. A vivid memory flashed before your eyes, you remember him saying that he disliked red roses on first dates. Was too intimate, his words not yours. Maybe this set of flowers today will be a gentle push to silently tell him that you too are worth the intimacy. Your relationship has been sailing on the sea of love for the past year now, it was about time. 

Your palms were sweaty as they held the door knob to your apartment. Glancing to your side, you spotted a pair of black flip flops beside the show rack. Oh he was home. 

Should have seen it coming, Kim Taehyung and time are two things that remain punctual to no end. 

As your tired frame entered the dim lighted apartment, you spotted him sitting on a bean bag with a book in his hand. He must have kept himself busy- wait. A book?!

Your brows creased together as you walked closer to him while setting your bag on the nearby counter. 

It was quite the unusual sight, Taehyung and a- what was that captivated between his slender fingers? A Nicolas Sparks novel? 

His sharp eyes quickly landed on you, holding you down simply with his gaze. 

“Hey Tae, what ya doin’ there? Readin’ a book?” 

“No, I was staring at the pages until I could fall asleep since someone decided to take a whole century to reach home today.” he deadpanned. 

The bouquet in your hand suddenly felt heavy and so did your heart. You felt as if you had done it now, pissed him off to a scary point. 

He gingerly sat the book down beside the bean bag, you noticed it was upside down. 

Quick to his feet as he stood up and looked at you. “Tae- I’m so so sorry! I didn’t know it would take so long-”

His finger went over your soft lips, shushing you. His eyes crinkled before he released a big grin. “You really thought I would get mad at you for working? Hm?” 

Your lips parted so to speak but no words came out. Taehyung's warm hand cupped your face before he pecked your cheek. “Taehyung- what are you-?”

He kissed your lips again, this time a bit rougher but still tender enough. “You thought that I, your boyfriend, would get mad at you for working hard? When you work so hard everyday all day to pursue your passion?” 

You once again remained speechless. “You.” kiss “Are.” kiss “Worth.” kiss “All.” kiss “The.” kiss “Wait.” kiss. 

You felt yourself melt into a puddle when his big arms reached out to hold your waist and bring your smaller frame even closer. You blinked before turning your big round eyes towards his face, a small pout adorning   your lips. “So you're not mad that I’m three hours late?” 

“Nope. Not even one bit.”

“It’s kind of reasonable for you to be upset, Tae.” 

“But I’m not, babe. You waited weeks for me when I was out on tours, doing performances or was trapped in my studio. You waited, you never got mad. You always hugged me, said “it's okay.” and comforted my pathetic ass, why won’t I do the same for you?”

“Also because I would be an ass of a boyfriend to be mad at you for doing your job, no?”

You looked into his charcoal eyes with a sense of gratitude. You were grateful.

“Kim are you saying my ass is pathetic too?” you teased with a small smirk, trying to divert the topic into a less emotional one and held his collar, tugging him closer. 

“No dear, what I am saying is, your ass is in fact perfect.”

His hand sneaked back to squeeze your butt a few times before breaking out into a big chuckle.  You both laughed as you settled down on the bean bag. 

“I also got you a little somethin’” 

You handed him the bouquet as he looked down at it with a soft smile. “I’ll accept these roses because you’re an exception and because your ass does look exceptionally good in those tight jeans, babe.” he giggled. 

“Tae!” 

“What? Just admiring my beautiful pretty flowers and her pretty assets. Every man's dream.” 

“Shut up you dork.” your hand traced his jaw with a small curve as it travelled up to his fluffy hair. He kissed your lips in return. 

Taehyung was worth it, he was worth every rose petal and every kiss. He was worth every shout and every tear. This man and his boyish smile was worth every bit of your heart and so much more. From the way he gets down to pick up your discarded blanket from the floor every morning to how he carefully selects the perfect songs for your shower playlists, to his cheeky grin whenever he “accidentally” puts salt in your coffee instead of sugar and makes it up by giving you endless kisses. His warm heart in those stressful days is so worth it. 

“You know what I realised, Tae?” 

He hummed in response as he played with the locks of your hair, twirling it between his fingers with curious eyes. 

“You are worth everything.” 

@youmistme​

a/n: did anyone ask for this? no. do i care? also no. I just love OLI2L couple so much they deserve the world :)

[hoebaring]

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..

****

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..

[yanderenctstan]

Guilty Pleasure

I'm not the best with writing this kind of thing but I tried, sorry for it being so short, I couldn't think of much since this isn't my writing style ;-;

Word Count: 484

Warnings: GN! Reader, other than that nothing really, I tried to make it cute

You knew it was rude to stare, but you couldn't help yourself, the game on your phone long forgotten. The man in front of you sitting in the booth within the comfortable confines of the coffee shop, who luckily was your boyfriend or this whole thing would be just strange, wasn't paying any mind to your gaze. His focus was instead on his own phone, the words of an article or email blurred on the dim screen.

He decided not to wear any makeup today, showing off the pleasant bumpy texture of his skin. Everything was vulnerable to the shine and shadows of the morning sun. Big ears peeked out beneath greasy platinum strands of hair while his earrings glimmered beautifully. Taehyung's thick lips were parted and his brows were knit in concentration on whatever has was reading. He took a deep breath for a second, chest and shoulders rising before gradually slipping back into that relaxed posture, slouched over the table. His head cocked to the side before those elegant hands of his wrapped around his tea.

"That's enough of that then." He was speaking more to himself than to you, though the open endedness of his tone prompted you to ask.

"Hmm?" you could only hum, entranced and eager to hear him speak again. The deep brown of his eyes met yours before flitting back down to his screen. Taehyung's hand flipped up in annoyance.

"These stupid people," he started, but you weren't paying much attention. His voice resonated sweetly, the husky tone soft against your ears. His hands did more talking, gesturing out to you for emphasis on his point. It made you feel almost warm. Maybe that was just the coffee getting to you, but you liked the idea more of his voice embracing you. His eyes were trained on yours, widening and narrowing at certain points as he continued.

"You know what I mean?" he finished, setting his hands back down on the table before taking another sip. You nodded, not knowing a single thing he said the whole time. Taehyung tilted his head at you.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" he questioned, leaning forward. His shoulders hunched a little, his arms reaching out to you. Your own hand left your phone and held onto his. His skin was smooth, healthy. You nodded, almost forgetting to answer.

"You sure baby?" he tried again, "you haven't really touched your coffee, it's still full."

"Yes, Tae, I'm alright. I'm just listening to you." you offered him a gentle smile which he returned in kind. His eyes glanced at the surface of the table, shy at the attention you gave him. He shook his head.

"You didn't hear a word I said a minute ago did you?" he knew. You couldn't help but giggle, also shaking your head. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Do you want me to repeat it?"

"Yes please."

[scoffee-lover]

Stubble | kth

drabble #1

pair: lover|kimtaehyung x short/reader warnings:fluff fluff DID I MENTION FLUFF? plot: kim taehyung is being lazy during quarantine and you didn’t know that you loved touching the stubble on his chin so much.

WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING STUFF OH MY GAWD IM NERVOUS GUYSEU SO PLEASE BEAR/BARE(? I DK) WITH ME. XDDD

Waking up in a lazy monday during quarantine has became your new favorite thing--because of two things: you get to sleep until your body has reached its limit and you get to wake up with the most handsome man in your world. 

Kim Taehyung.

Opening up your eyes, you saw the broad back of your boyfriend. The big baby loves to sleep shirtless without much of a bother because he gets heated up easily that’s why he often leaves the air condition on full. You scooted closer to your boyfriend feeling the heat radiate from his body, your small frame next to his gigantic ones as you scooped him from the back. It would have been hilarious to look at since you were quite in the short side. 

“Taehyungie~ Look at me.” You groaned, sleep still evident in your mushed face. 

Your boyfriend grumbled and turned over to your side, facing you with closed eyes and cute puffed out face from sleep. You snaked your arms on his torso and kissed his forehead, chuckling at how cute your baby is. Taehyung whined at you, pouting his lips as if to tell you to give his lips attention. You started laughing at his ministrations and gave his cheeks attention instead.

As you nuzzled on his cheek, you felt something poking on you from his face. Your eyebrows furrowed and looked closely at the face of your lover, only to find small hairs growing out of his chin and small indication of his growing mustache. Taehyung groaned at you and pulled you close to him, “y/n. Let’s continue to sleep, you made me play Resident Evil 3 last night until 3 am.” 

“Waittttt.” You said, staring at the stubble on his chin and softly touching it. Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrowed and open his eyes to see you so close, “What are you doing, Jagi?” He asked sleepily.

Your eyes shined at him, continuing to touch the stubble on his chin with much interest. “Taehyungie, you’ve grown hair on your faceee.” You giggled, pressing a chaste kiss on his stubble and continued to caress the growing hair on his chin. A soft laugh rumbled from Taehyung and nuzzled on your face, rubbing his stubble on your cheek. 

You squealed in laughter, gently pushing his face away from you. Taehyung laughed with you, arms circling around your waist and placed his face on the crook of your neck. 

“Do you love my stubble so much?”

“Yeah. I don’t get to see you growing hair on your face because you need to look like a freshly clean baby for the world.” You chuckled, your hand finding his chin and caressed it slowly. 

A grin formed on Kim Taehyung’s lips and placed chaste kisses on your shoulder. “Alright, I won’t shave my beard just yet, for you.”

You smiled at him, cuddling him more. “Ughh, I love you so much. Do you know that?” You said, excited at the proposition that he said. 

He looked at you and kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and finally, your lips. “I love you most, baby.” He cupped your cheeks and gave an innocent kiss on your lips, longer than the last ones.

Then you heard him whine, “Now let’s sleep, jagiyaaa.”

[imaverickuniverse]

Simple Desire (teaser)

pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader 

 genre: medieval au, royalty au, fluff, smut, drama, angst

warnings: graphic descriptions of sex, violence, death etc.

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Every character in the story has been created for entertainment purposes. The events do not describe any real life events. Please do not share, repost or copy. Regarding any complaints please personally contact me.

A heart unsatisfied, walks on a wire From the lover to the loved, blind as a fire Warning signs are passed aside, fuel to the fire A heart will come undone, by a simple desire...........

                                                                                    Simple Desire, All Mankind

A truce was made.

It saved the life of a monarch.

Opened up innumerable trade paths for another.

Brought peace among the two kingdoms.

Caused an unhappy marriage.......

Crown Prince Taehyung, The Magnificent didn’t expect his perfect lifestyle getting buried at the youthful age of 24. 

The young spirited Princess Y/N didn’t expect her dream to become a voyager getting crushed even before it had taken wings.

But alas, THE TRUCE was made.............

COMING SOON

[bloominglilys-blog]

Xeno- Kim Taehyung short scenario

Xeno (word) definition: The smallest measurable unit of human connection, which can be exchanged by strangers locking eyes with a flirtarious gaze while passing by each other, or strangers sharing a fit of laughter together at an odd coincidence.

The subtle ringing of a bell was to be heard as you stepped out of the small book store your grandma owned, carrying a bag filled with new gems as you pulled your coat closer to your body with your free hand.

The pleasant warmth of the October sun was slowly starting to fade away with the skies turning golden, which made Paris look like it was glazed in golden pixie dust. 

You let out a small sigh taking a moment to appreciate the beautiful scenery surrounding you as you walked a few steps to reach the bridge in front of your grannie´s bookstore that crossed the now golden shimmering river.

 This was your favorite time of the day because it made everything seem even more magical and peaceful than it usually would be. You listened to the sound of a street musician playing his beautiful melodies in the distance as you enjoyed the last rays of the sun shining through your hair and in your face as you suddenly were distracted by the bookstore´s bell ringing again as another person must have walked out of it. 

But it wan´t the ringing of the bell that made your head spin around. It was the sound of the most angelic laughter you had ever heard echoing through the small, abandoned lanes in your neighbourhood that sent shivers down your spine. You looked in the direction the laughter came from as your gaze landed on a tall, black-haired guy whom you assumed to be your age being chased by a little, also black-haired boy who now started to run even faster to catch the older guy. 

You let a laugh slip from your lips as he finally reached him and yelled out an excited “gotcha!” and watched them wrangle each other playfully. But your laughter didn´t stay unnoticed. The older guy turned around and scanned his surroundings as his sparkling eyes suddenly met yours and his smile started to fade as he took in you appearance. He was the most beautiful man you´d ever layed your eyes on. His black hair was reflecting the light of the now pink turning sky as a stunning boxy smile reapeared on his face as he noticed that you were blushing. 

Your brain was yelling at you to look away, but you could´t. His beauty was hypnotizing in every single way. You wanted to say something, wanted to talk to him, wanted to get to know him, wanted to laugh with him, wanted to go on a first date with him, wanted to share your everything with him. But all you could do was give him a smile before the little boy took his hand, looked at him with puppy eyes and said “Taetaeee, mom said, that you would buy me sweets if I go to the bookstore with you.” 

Then they suddenly were gone and all they left behind was the echo of their laughter ringing in the back of your mind as the wind blew through your hair and you stared at the spot he just stood at before he was torn away from you. 

“This must be it”, you thought, “the feeling of falling in love with a stranger everybody talks about” as you stared walking towards your home in the opposite direction.

Thank you so much for reading this story! <3

I don´t own any pictures or gifs shown in this post!

[taeken-my-heart]

Independent Chapter 10

Summary: Your mom calls you stubborn, your friends call you wild, and the boys you’ve left in your wake call you a frigid bitch.  You’ve built a life of independence and you like it that way. Kim Taehyung, however; seems to be able to change your mind.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Light fluff, mild angst

Word Count: 4831

“Isn’t the library meant to be quieter?” You mumbled angrily to Sarah as you continued outlining some of your notes from class earlier in the day. You’d been in the library for about an hour by now but there was a couple giggling and kissing two tables over, a study group laughing about their upcoming project, and a guy ruffling through his paper bag dinner at the table next to you. It made for a very distracting experience.

Sarah sighed, sending a glare at the paper bag guy as he sheepishly apologized and put his bag back in his backpack. “That’s what I’ve heard, but honestly it seems like just a rumor these days.”

You pouted in frustration at the kissing couple but they didn’t even look at you, too busy sucking face to notice that they were gross. “Kids these days, no manners, I swear.” You grumbled, highlighting a line about ISO invariance in bubblegum pink.

“You sound like an old lady.” Sarah chuckled.

“Maybe I am,” you griped, “you don’t know me.”

“I mean…I think I know you a little.” Sarah teased and you smirked up at her. Sighing, you sat back in your chair, capping your highlighter and dropping it on the table in favor of rubbing your face tiredly.

“Maybe we should call it a night.” She offered. “Besides, I’m so hungry I’m pretty sure my stomach has started eating itself.”

“Well who’s the one that didn’t bring a snack to the library?” You shrugged. “I did warn you.”

“Um, how dare you? You know I have Anna’s lasagna waiting for me at home. Honestly, a snack would just be disrespectful to that glorious bounty.”

You scoffed, “wow, waxing poetic here. Fine, fine, let’s go. Not like I can get anything done with all the noise and swapping of bodily fluids anyway.”

“Ew,” Sarah frowned, packing her bags and standing, “you make kissing sound so nasty.”

“To be fair, it kind of is.” You shrugged, swinging your backpack over your shoulder and pushing your chair in.

You shivered as you stepped into the evening, the wind whipping through your coat and knit sweater, deep into your bones. “Honestly, if the winter could end, that would be terrific.” You whined and Sarah chuckled.

“I don’t know, there’s something so charming about this time of year. Hot chocolate, sweaters and boots, warm fires, the holidays.”

“Pretty much all of those things are meant to combat the ickyness that is winter, though I am especially appreciative of the hot chocolate so I’ll give you that one.”

Sarah smirked, rolling her eyes. “How gracious of you. Plus, because it’s so cold it gives people a good excuse to partner up, you know, some good old fashioned body heat.”

You scoffed as she rubbed her shoulder against yours and swatted her away. “Calm down, you dirty old man.”

“I resent that comment.”

“You resent all my comments this evening, it seems.”

“Only the dumb ones.” She pouted and you laughed, linking your arm with hers. “So hey, I don’t know if I mentioned it or not but tomorrow Jin may or may not be coming over to hang out with me…and by that I mean Jin is coming over to hang out with me.”

You looked at your friend, stopping suddenly in your tracks and suddenly the two of you were squealing as though you were 17 again. “Oh my gosh, when did this new development happen?”

“Last night we ran into each other in the cafeteria. I was sitting down eating and he asked if he could join and we ended up just talking for hours. I asked if he wanted to come over to watch a movie sometime and things just kind of fell into place.”

“I’m so happy for you.” You smiled as the two of you resumed walking. “Seriously, I could tell you guys were really hitting it off. Well, don’t worry about me, I’ll make myself scarce for the evening. I’ll watch a sappy romcom in my room or go to the library and study.”

“Absolutely not.” She scolded, “You cannot spend your Friday evening by yourself studying or watching Bridget Jones’ Diary. Come on, Y/N, why don’t you call Taehyung and you can hang out? You haven’t seen him in like a week.”

“It’s OK, really. We’re both so busy getting ready for finals, I don’t think either one of us has thought about it.”

Sarah frowned, unlocking the front door to your house and stepping inside. “I’m positive that’s not true. You should text him, see if he has any plans. Don’t spend your Friday night alone, I’m serious.”

“Sure, OK. I’ll try and make some plans. Look, I’m pretty tired, I’m gonna go start getting ready for bed.”

“It’s 8:30.” Sarah frowned down at her watch.

“Nothing wrong with an early night.” You shrugged.

  ~~

The truth was you really just wanted to put on your fuzzy pajamas and watch a movie alone, but Sarah was extremely social and didn’t like to do things alone if she didn’t have to. While you loved your friend, sometimes you just wanted to do something to unwind without the pressures of keeping up conversation.

Besides, episodes of The Rain and a bag of popcorn were calling your name. You’d managed to make it through the entire bag of popcorn and 3 episodes before realizing you needed to go to bed, dreading the regret you’d feel in the morning when you would have to wake up early and curse yourself for staying up too late…again.

  The next morning was sunny and beautiful, albeit cold. You walked quickly, bundling your coat tight around yourself to keep out the wind that was already chaffing your cheeks. You wouldn’t be surprised if you showed up to History as an actual Popsicle.

“Y/N!” Someone shouted from behind you and you paused to look over your shoulder, watching as Taehyung jogged up behind you, hat pulled snuggly over his ears and his jacket zipped to his chin. His cheeks and nose were red from the cold and you were embarrassed to admit that you found it adorable. “Hey.” He smiled breathlessly once he’d reached your side.

“Hey.” You returned, resuming your walk with him directly beside you.

“I haven’t seen you around recently, I think you're ignoring me. I'm very offended." Taehyung pouted and you laughed, rolling your eyes. 

"Finals are coming up, you loser, I'm not ignoring you. I'm just busy."

 Taehyung grinned, bumping your shoulder with his. "I know. I want to hang out, though. Make some time for me? We can watch a movie and just hang out."

 "Sure. How about tonight? We'd have to do it at your place, though. Jin and Sarah are going to be dominating my living room."

 "Yeah, that works great, actually. Most of my roommates will be out so it will be quiet enough for a movie." 

 "Great, so I'll come over around 6 or something?"

 "Yeah, let's aim for 6:30. I can order pizza if you want."

 "Careful now, you may make me fall in love with you with those dangerous words of yours." You laughed and he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. 

 "That's the goal."

 You cleared your throat awkwardly, “anyway, how have you been?”

 “Good,” he smiled, “just been studying; finishing some papers and presentations. Finished my nightmare 15 page essay last night, actually, so you should definitely congratulate me.”

 “Congratulations,” you laughed.

 “What about you?” Taehyung asked, “Take any good pictures lately?”

 “I always take good pictures.” You scoffed, “but since you asked, yes. I actually went out two nights ago to get some pictures in the park. There was this incredible snow drift right by this clump of trees. The wind was blowing and I was pretty sure my fingers were going to need to be amputated, but the pictures I got were worth it. Kind of like watching magic happen.”

 “I love listening to you talk about pictures.” Taehyung said and you turned to glance at him. “It’s so satisfying hearing you talk about something you’re passionate about. These days I feel like no one really knows what they want anymore but you do.”

 “Well,” you coughed nervously, “I’ve always been like that. I’m the type of person that if I want something, I go out and get it.”

 “I admire that.” He smiled. “I want to be like that someday.”

“You already are!” You insisted, “You act like you’re born for it and you dance like a maniac.”

You could only see half of his face, but the sides of his eyes crinkling was enough to know he appreciated your words and you chuckled.

“So, are you sitting in on this class again?”

“Of course,” Taehyung grinned, “I’ve got to make sure to clear the cobwebs from my memory, got a few people who need some help after class. Pre finals freak outs.”

“Fair enough.”

  After classes you retreated back to your apartment to grab your camera and supplies. You had a portfolio due in your photography class and even though Sarah and Anna had insisted you had more than enough to do the assignment justice, you just really felt like it could use a couple more examples.

It was nearly golden hour and you wanted to take a few shots down by the lake. The park was completely deserted by the time you got there and you had just barely enough time to find a good spot and set up before the light hit its peak. The water had completely frozen over and the bridge had staggeringly beautiful icicles hanging from its edges that made you feel like magic must have occurred; there was no other explanation for the plunging, jagged edges and the dimming light bouncing off the crystal.

You knelt down in the snow, knees sinking into the frozen ground as you tried not to shiver, aiming your lens towards the lake as the mist began to seep across its top and through your bones. Twisting the lens into focus and slowly letting out a breath you began to take pictures.

It was therapeutic, capturing the beauty of the evening, the pristine snow that no one had bothered to disturb in the chill of the winter season. You felt like you’d been let in on some secret that no one else seemed to know about and it was at moments like these that you wondered if you were really willing to expose it.

But the answer was always yes. Your dad had talked about the world like it was a secret he was sharing with you. It was magical, it was beautiful, and it was meant to be seen. You wanted to continue that tradition, even if you couldn’t share it with him.

  After spending 20 more minutes in the snow and waiting until you were positive you would get frost bite if you stayed out any longer, you packed up your supplies and made the trek back to your apartment, taking off all your layers and bundling up in a blanket in the living room with Sarah as she started painting her toes the most obnoxiously bright pink you’d ever seen.

“What time is Jin coming over, again?” You asked, making sure your blanket was stuffed completely under your feet in an effort to become a full-fledged burrito.

“He won’t be here until around 7:30. He has a study group until 7:00 and then he said he’s gonna grab some Chinese takeout and bring it over.”

“Ooo,” you smirked, “romantic.”

“You sure are feisty these days.” She grumbled, zoning in on a spot where the nail polish had run slightly onto her skin.

“When have I ever not been feisty? Let’s be honest.”

“Well anyway.” She waved you away. “Did you make any plans tonight?”

“Yeah, actually I’m gonna watch a movie at Tae’s place so you and Jin can be alone. Dun dun dun!” You sang dramatically and she rolled her eyes at you, smirking. “Don’t you make me regret my decision to give you some freedom, young lady.”

“Wow, mom, thanks for the generosity. I didn’t realize I needed a reminder to ‘be safe.’ We’re not gonna have a birds and the bees talk, are we?”

"Look," you sighed, "all I'm saying is don't do anything I wouldn't do."

 Sarah laughed, "We both know how you are, if I follow that reasoning things will never go anywhere with Jin!"

 "Hey!" you scoffed, incensed, "I'll have you know that I'm sort of, kind of opening up to Taehyung so don't go crowing too loud yet, you wench."

 Chuckling, Sarah pulled her hair up into a bun and put one final stroke of her nail polish to her big toe. "Ok, Ok, calm down. I'll be good tonight. But hey, I could say the same for you. Don't go doing something crazy like kissing the guy. Wouldn't that be a scandal?" 

 You rolled your eyes, "trust me, that's not going to happen."

 Sarah grinned, "You should try it; you might like it."

 You rolled your eyes at your friend when suddenly there was a knock on the door. You looked at Sarah and she frowned, "I don't think that's Jin, he's super early if it is. I don't even have my top coat done!"

 "I'll go check."

 Standing on the other side of the door wasn't Jin, however. Though his hood was up and most of his face was covered by a scarf, you'd known those brown eyes anywhere. Which was horrifying to admit.

 "Taehyung?" You murmured. "What are you doing here?"

 "I'm here to pick you up!" Was his muffled reply. His eyes crinkled together with a smile and you couldn't help but smile back. 

 "Let me just grab my coat." After calling out a quick goodbye to Sarah, you closed the door behind you and started making your way with Taehyung by your side." You really didn't have to pick me up," you blushed. The wind nipped at your cheeks and you pulled your scarf tighter around your neck. 

 "What kind of guy would I be if I didn't? This is a date, after all, I'm not gonna let you walk to meet me at my place. You deserve to be picked up for a date...even if it is just casual hangout style."

 "Oh." You murmured, blushing harder. You blamed the wind. "Well thank you, it is nice to have the company right now."

  Once you reached the safety of his apartment he closed the door behind him and you slid your coat from your shoulders, pulling your scarf off and sitting them on the back of one of the dining room chairs. "It's surprisingly clean in here." You remarked casually, looking around. 

 "Ah yeah, I cleaned a little bit earlier." Taehyung smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Anyway, come here, let's choose a movie."

 You both bent down to flip through the case of movies laying on the floor, stopping here and there to ponder over one or the other. "Oh!" He called suddenly, stopping and pointing to one movie in particular. "Have you ever seen this movie?"

 "Amelie?" You queried, pausing, "no, I've never heard of it."

 "It's really good, it's a French movie with subtitles so I don't know if you'd be into that type of thing, but it's a really feel good, warm kind of movie that I think you'd like. Maybe."

 You smiled as he looked down at the movie self-consciously. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say it's your favorite?"

 He chuckled and nodded, looking back up at you. "What gave it away?" He teased. 

 You shrugged with a smile, "OK, I'm down to watch something new. It better be good though, Mr. Kim, or I'm gonna be disappointed." 

 Taehyung laughed, taking the DVD from the case as you made your way to the couch and waited for him to start the movie. "Well I think it's great. I'll be waiting with baited breath for your opinion once the movie ends."

 Taehyung turned off the living room lights before settling beside you on the couch with a blanket, offering you half and you greedily took it. The evening chill had gone straight to your bones and you still didn't feel like you'd fully thawed out. 

 The movie was rich with beautiful imagery. Set in a beautiful country you yearned to visit and filled with such brilliant colors you were convinced needed to be etched into the film of your camera. 

 The main character was quirky and charming, much like Taehyung and you supposed that's why he liked the film so much. She had a sweet disposition, dark eyes, and she spoke like she was filled to the brim with an innocence you wished you still had. 

 She was relatable, in the loss of a parent. She chose to live her life making others happy when she herself felt so much isolation. It was admirable. She sought to heal by healing others and you sought to heal by locking beauty in photographs meant for only you. 

 A movement at your side caught your eye and you glanced down to find the side of Taehyung's hand against the side of your own and you swore your heart actually leapt into your throat. How long had your fingers been this close? We're you supposed to hold his hand? No, that would be presumptuous, his hand was just sitting there; unassuming. Did you even want to hold his hand? Maybe. Probably. Yes. 

 But no! Oh no, that was too much pressure and the thought made you feel a little bit sick...but not necessarily bad sick. Were those butterflies in your stomach? At this point you weren't even watching the movie anymore, just having a silent panic attack over basically nothing. What was wrong with you? A boys hand is slightly close to yours and you have a mental break down. 

 This was extremely embarrassing. Thank the high heavens Taehyung wasn't privy to your thoughts; you'd probably drown in a pool of your own sweat and tears. Is this what an existential crisis felt like? This was more stressful than your algebra final last year. 

 In the middle of your own personal crisis you didn't notice at first, the twitching of fingers, the subtle touch until suddenly your heart stilled completely and you held your breath. His finger was most definitely moving against yours. And not in the 'oops, I was just moving my hand' way, but the 'I'm definitely stroking your pinky with my pinky' way.

 Was it possible to die from nervous heart palpitations? You would like to submit yourself for testing because, honestly, this was more anxiety inducing than it really should be. Despite how tense you felt, you were surprised when your fingers grew a mind of their own and started twitching closer to his. 

 His fingers slowly lacing with yours was surprising...but you didn't blow up, so that's good. His hand was warm, but then so was yours. Frankly, yours was probably clammy which made you want to shrivel up in embarrassment, but he said nothing and began to stroke his thumb across the back of your hand. 

 Your mouth was dry. Actually, maybe it wasn't? No, no it definitely was. It was like the Sahara desert in there and you tried not to clear your throat in discomfort. There was no need to draw attention to your predicament. Why were you so bad at this? He was just holding your hand! People did this all the time, even with just friends...though this felt a lot less "friend" and a lot more "boyfriend," but still. 

 Also, why was your body leaning into his? You blamed it on a draft from the windows, which was bogus because they were well insulated. This was fine, it was all fine. You were a little cold, you needed some body heat. The blanket across your legs wasn't nearly enough. That's really the only thing you could think to explain why your head was now leaning on his shoulder. 

 You glanced up at him from the corner of your eye. His body said calm but his eyebrows couldn't lie. He was nervous too. It was endearing, actually, to know you weren't the only one a little on edge, although he was probably not a wreck like you were. 

 You tried to pay attention to the movie, really you did, but his hand in yours and the steady breath making is chest rise and fall was distracting. "This is my favorite part." He mumbled softly as the main character invited her romantic interest inside. You couldn't help yourself, glancing up at him instead and he looked down at you in surprise. 

 He was mesmerizing. So handsome it hurt a little. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks softly as he blinked down at you and you tried not to bite your lip. That seemed like the wrong thing to do right now. Or maybe it was the right thing? Your brain had stopped working the second his finger had touched yours. 

 A small puff of air hovered on your cheeks, his face only inches from yours when suddenly the dam was broken. His mouth was like fire, his lips, his fingers moving across your cheek, like electricity shooting through live wires. His lips were so soft. Were lips supposed to be that soft? Weren't they supposed to be a little chapped? What kind of Chap Stick did he use? They were so soft.

 The tip of his tongue pressing to the seam of your lips was like a spark and you breathed him in deeply, fingers threading into his dark hair and taking hold of the strands at the back of his neck. He tasted sweet and slightly musky, like a mix of coffee and vanilla. Pulling you straight into his lap, your hips settled against his own, knees firmly planted in the cushions of the sofa as you kissed him with abandon. 

 His fingers were hot, his tongue was hot; his mouth was like fire. You could feel the evidence of his attraction in the seat of his jeans. Your blood was boiling. You were flying way too close to the sun. It was blinding you. It's too much, too much, too much! Suddenly you ripped yourself away, staring at his wide eyes and swollen lips in shock before launching yourself from his lap and racing to your coat. 

 "I'm sorry, I gotta go. I forgot...something, I forgot. I gotta go." You fumbled awkwardly with your coat and charged at the front door, giving one final look at the way Taehyung's expression shuddered from confusion to hurt before flinging yourself out the door and back into the night.

 You ran home blindly, lungs burning from the strain of breathing in the mid-winter air. Barreling through the door you found Jin and Sarah sitting on the couch talking and they looked up at you in surprise.

 "Y/N." Sarah said and you grabbed her arm, pulling her towards her bedroom. 

 "I need to talk to you real quick." You spluttered. 

 Once the two of you were safely behind closed doors Sarah looked at you, hands coming to hold your shoulders and eyebrows furrowing. "What's wrong? What happened?"

 "I-we-oh my gosh, it's just too much. I can't- I don't even know how to process anything."

 "Slow down, start at the beginning."

 Taking a deep breath you held your face in your hands and pushed the words as fast as you could through your lips. "We were watching a movie, right? Some French movie with subtitles that was honestly very Taehyung and it was beautiful and I was super invested and then suddenly we were holding hands and the movie was starting to get kind of romantic and then all of a sudden we were making out and I was in his lap and I got so freaked out, I didn't know what to do so I-"

 “Wait, he kissed you?” Sarah squealed and you frowned.

 “Yes.”

 "But then you left and came here?!" Sarah gasped. You bit your bottom lip, nodding and staring down at the carpet. "Oh my gosh, why? If Jin kissed me and then ran out I’d be devastated. Y/N, I know this kind of stuff is hard for you and I’m really proud of you for opening up and being willing to try, but this is not the right way to handle something that scares you. He’s probably really confused and hurt.”

 "I didn't know what to do." You whispered, your heart shriveling in shame. You hadn't really thought about how he'd feel in the moment, you'd felt so overwhelmed and just reacted. 

 "You need to go back and talk to him. If he's a good guy he'll respect your desire to move a little slower, but running out on him was really not the right way to handle that situation. I can't believe you just ran out." She frowned and you wanted to cry. Why couldn't you just be like everyone else, why did you always have to shut people out?

 You really did like, Taehyung, too. Were you just on a bullet train to watching this whole thing with him crash and burn? Why couldn't you just be normal?

 "OK," you murmured, "you're right. I'll go back and talk to him." 

 Sarah pulled you into a hug, "I love you, hun, I hope you remember that. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad or anything, I was just really shocked. I think talking to him is the best thing to do right now. Even if you end up breaking things off with him, at least he'll know where he stands." 

 You shook your head, tears welling behind your eyes, "I don't want to break things off with him." You whispered, "I just feel confused." 

 "Well, go tell him what's on your mind. He might be able to help clear up any confusion."

  You shivered, stepping back into the brisk night air, pulling your gloves and coat tighter around you and moving quickly towards Taehyung's apartment. This was a conversation you felt like you’d been dreading your whole life. What good was it building walls if someone knew how to climb them? 

 Knocking on the door with frost bitten knuckles, you waited apprehensively. There was a moment in time that you genuinely contemplated running, this was so far from what you wanted to be doing right now; but you steeled your nervous and waited.

 The door opened slowly, Taehyung looking out at you carefully. “Hey,” you murmured, “can I come in?”

 He didn’t say anything for a moment and you thought he might tell you to buzz the hell right off, but then he was opening the door a little wider with a quiet, “sure” to greet you. Stepping back into the kitchen you noticed he’d turned the living room lights back on and the TV had been switched off, but everything else was the same as you’d left it 20 minutes ago.

 “Did you want to sit down or something?” He asked gently and you shook your head, turning to look at him.

 “Actually, I want to apologize. I’m so sorry I just…you know, ran out like that. I got really overwhelmed and went into panic mode.”

 “Oh.” He mumbled.

 “I told you that I’m willing to try and I am, that hasn’t changed,” you replied carefully, “but I need to move a little slower. I’m a really nervous person about this sort of thing and I’m just not ready yet.”

 Taehyung sat down at the kitchen table, hands twisting together as he focused his eyes down on the table cloth. “I understand,” he replied, looking up at you, “I’m sorry if I took things too far tonight, I didn’t even think about it, it just felt like we were having a moment, but I should have thought about how you felt.”

 You sighed, coming to sit beside him at the table, hands still bunched in your coat pockets. “We were having a moment.” You admitted softly, “But I’m not good at these sorts of things. I’ve put up walls to protect myself for a really long time and I’m not really sure how to take them down. I just need a little time.”

“Ok,” Taehyung smiled softly, “I can give you time.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. “You know, we never ordered that pizza.”

He chuckled softly, standing up to grab a menu from the fridge door and dropping it onto the table in front of you. “Take your pick, I’m pretty happy with anything.”

The rest of the evening was spent with a stuffed crust margarita and comfortable conversation, enough to lull you back into a quiet sense of security before he dropped you back off at your house with a quick hug and a good night.  

…but sleep would not be coming easy tonight.

 I’m so sorry this took me so long to update! I was in the process of moving and then I got so unbelievably busy along with being in a slump and things started off REALLY rough at my job but it’s finally here. I hope it was worth the wait and that the angst isn’t too bad, haha. I’m a poor judge of how angsty something is, truly. As always, please let me know what you think!

Chapter 9

Chapter 11

Copyright © 2017  by taeken-my-heart (Nora.) All rights reserved.

[boragebffs]

Ravished

Genre : FLUFF & ANGST (?)

Word Count : 2541

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warning : None

“Get out of here you piece of trash!”

“The only trash here is you!”

Filled with anger, Y/N came out and slammed the door shut. The household has never been the same since her father remarried the day after he divorced her mom. It used to be a house of pure love and laughter. It was all rainbows and sunshine. But ever since then, the perfect family shattered. Ever since that Satan came into her life, it was hell. The house was burning with hatred. Days came to fill with chaos and shouts. Every day was always the same, and this somehow managed to weave into her life that she became “immune” to it.

Days like these especially reminded her of a special someone from her childhood. Someone that she always goes to on difficult days. Someone that she always pour out her concerns to. Someone who she always shows her true self to. He was her refuge, her sanctuary, her safe haven.

“If only he was here…”

Driving the thought away, Y/N plucked in her earphones, her only sweet escape, and shut everything out and retreated into her own shell.

There’s a saying:

“People come and go, that’s life. However, the best will stay.”

Her mother, whom she thought was her best thing in life, left her, and so did he. Both of the people who were her everything, her whole world walked out of her life. They turned a blind eye to her. The whole world turned a blind eye to her. Now she has no one on her side. She felt lonely and empty.

“Y/N!” A voice boomed from behind through her earphones. Y/N stayed frozen for a slip moment. That voice. She was all too familiar with it.

“Could it be?”

Y/N’s face lit up with hope. It was his voice. She was so sure of it. She could never forget it when it was imprinted deep inside her heart.

“Nah, it can't be him? It's been so long…”

Ignoring the voice, she put up her facade and continued walking to her school.

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On her way to class, students nearby cleared the pathway for her as she is known to them as the infamous bad girl. No one dared to anger her nor stand in her way unless they had a death wish. Once, a jock challenged her and made fun of her. The next day, news of how he was sent to the hospital with a concussion spread like wildfire. Since that day, she gained the title of “the school’s bad girl.” Rumors, undoubtedly fake ones, stated that she's a member of one of the terrifying gangs in the town which scares the students even more.

Y/N sat at the far back of the class near the window, and since the teacher hasn't arrived, she lazily stared at the scenery. She took in the beauty of the landscape as she listened to the music of her favorite band.

“Okay class, today we have a new transfer student,” the teacher said as soon as he walked in.

“Come on in.”

Curious, Y/N lowered the volume.

“Hey guys, my name is Kim Taehyung. Pleased to meet you all.”

Bewildered, Y/N looked up at the new student. She couldn't believe it. It was him. As soon as both of their eyes locked, she quickly looked away. Despite being shocked and having a hard time taking in of what just happened, she maintained her facade. Taehyung flashed his boxy smile to the class, or rather to her, making the other girls gasp and swoon over him. Y/N rolled her eyes to the exclaims and reverted her attention back to the surroundings.

“Settle down now class. Taehyung, you can sit next to Park Jimin.” A bubbly boy with chestnut hair stood up. Taking his small hand out, he cutely greeted Taehyung. Soon enough, both of them were chatting away which was fortunate for Y/N, especially when Jimin sits five seats away.

Throughout the whole class, Y/N’s sixth sense told her that someone was staring at her. That sensation she felt was so palpable and real that it was piercing right through her heart. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore as the sensation won't go away, and it kept bothering her. So she turned around to glare at the “culprit”, but she got flustered; her heart skipped a beat upon seeing the so-called “culprit”: Kim Taehyung. Taehyung was staring into her eyes as if he was searching for something, as if he was searching for an answer. Y/N quickly turned and looked the other way, but she couldn't help thinking why he was doing that. She couldn't decipher the expression Taehyung wore on his face either. Was it worry or was it adoration? Or perhaps, could it be a disappointment? Y/N couldn't pinpoint it. Either way, she could still feel Taehyung’s stares on her the whole time.

The classes went by quickly, and as usual, Y/N was startled out of her reverie by the school lunch bell. She was taking out her lunch money and was about to go out when Taehyung stood in front of her way.

“Get lost, would ya?” Y/N said with a cold tone.

Chills ran through the spines of the remaining students in the class. Soon, they all hushed and excused themselves out of the class leaving Y/N and Taehyung alone.

Taehyung was still smiling despite Y/N's cold and harsh attitude towards him. “Hi Y/N. How have you been? You know, we got a lot of stuff to talk about and catch up with?”

“We got nothing to talk about,” Y/N replied with disinterest.

“But I'm your best fri-”

“Was,” Y/N cut him off harshly.

“What?”

“You were once my best friend but not now. Now you're just a mere stranger to me.”

After saying those words, Y/N walked out of the classroom nonchalantly, not sparing a single glance at the lost, baffled boy.

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As Y/N walked towards the bench, a soft spring breeze greeted her. It gave off a laughter, just like Taehyung’s. It ruffled her hair, just like Taehyung used to do. Though Y/N may act annoyed and say that she doesn't like it, she secretly enjoyed his touches. The moments between the two had always been sweet; they rarely fought. Even if they did, it lasted only a minute or two as they couldn't stay angry at each other for long. Without realizing, Y/N started to reminisce the olden, blissful times they had shared.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe myself,” Y/N groaned. The boy she longed for came back to her life, yet she remained her guise; she couldn’t help it. And yet she spoke harshly towards him. For the very first time in her entire life, Y/N knew she messed up big time.

“Well, I suppose this is what it is. I'll understand if he doesn't want me,” Y/N dejectedly thought as she went back downstairs.

Throughout the day, Taehyung kept making an effort to speak to Y/N. Somehow his schedule and hers coincides - he’s in every classes with her. Despite Taehyung’s efforts, Y/N remained cold and was rude to him.

The school bell rang signaling the end of the school. “Well, back to hell,” Y/N mumbled. Flinging her backpack over her shoulder,  she walked out of the classroom.

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It was only seven in the morning, and yet Y/N was already having the worst moment in her life. It was not a surprise that Y/N had another fight with Satan, but today has got to be by far the most intense. Y/N is the type of person to fight back when someone bad mouths about the people she truly loves and cares for, and when Satan touched upon the topic she shouldn’t have - Y/N’s mom - she exploded.

Then, like a bolt out of the blue, she was slapped. What she heard next left her even more bewildered, left her with more pain.

“Is this how you treat your mom?! That b*tch isn’t your mom! She is your mom now you ungrateful piece of sh*t! Be grateful that we are taking care of you! Next time, it will not just end with a slap!”

After saying that, Y/N’s father stormed off leaving Y/N speechless.

“Serves you right! Know your place child,” Satan scoffed.

With light steps, she then sauntered away.

This is the very first time that Y/N‘s father joined the fracas. No matter how heated the arguments get, he had always turned a blind eye to those fights. Despite that, he did join them today; he sided with that Satan, not Y/N, his one and only daughter. Regardless of how much Y/N despised her dad for divorcing her mom and marrying that “Satan,” she still loved him. Even if her dad ignored her, he was the only one she had. However, he did not take her side. Instead, he slapped her. He said words to her. Words that hurt, words that kill, words that are staining her soul black. And her heart was shattering into pieces. Now she truly felt that no one was on her side. She never felt this empty. She never felt this lonely.

Picking up her bag and putting in her earphones, she headed straight to the school and went  up to her getaway place: the rooftop.

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“Where’s Y/N?” asked the teacher gaining Taehyung’s attention.

One of the students answered, “No idea, but doesn’t she skip classes often.”

“Hmm… That’s strange? I do not know of other classes, but she rarely skips this class,” the teacher mused.

“Anyways class, open your textbook to chapter-”

Taehyung grew worried. He was sure that he saw her this morning entering the school. Without hesitating, he got up and ran out of the class.  

“Hey! Where are you going?! New kid!” the teacher roared.

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Taehyung roamed around the school searching for Y/N. He ran here and there, but he could not find her. Thirty minutes passed, and Y/N was nowhere to be found. “Aish… Where is this girl?”

Then, he recalled something. She once said that she loved staying on the rooftop as she is standing high above the streets and the people, and below the stars and the sky. She can stare at the cityscape and nature both at the same time. Somehow, for her, it was as if nature and society are in perfect harmony. With those thoughts, she was always able to find comfort and serenity in it.

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“Y/N! Do you know how much I have been searchi-”

Taehyung paused as he saw tear stains on Y/N’s face.

“Hey… Is everything okay?” Taehyung asked out of concern.

“Everything’s fine. It’s none of your business,” Y/N hiccuped and wiped away her tears.

“No, you’re not. You’re hurt. Y/N, I know you very well. I saw hurt in your eyes yesterday. You can’t lie to me, and what do you mean none of your business. You are making me worry, so of course it’s my business,” Taehyung said as he reached for her.

Y/N brushed his hands away. “I said I’m fine. Don't act like you care.”

“Y/N-ah, I do care okay? I care about you a lot.”

“If you care about me then why did you leave me? You left without explanation… you didn’t even say goodbye.” With a cracked voice, Y/N  broke into tears.

“Hey,” Taehyung said softly while brushing away her tears.

Y/N couldn’t help it anymore. She burst out crying beating his chest with her tiny fist. All the tears she had been holding in since that very day came rolling down. A part of her that she buried deep down in her heart woke and broke free. He was here, her solace was finally here.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. It was all so sudden that I was not able to tell you. My parents were transferred to Seoul, and we had no choice but to leave immediately. I’m sorry for leaving you all alone. But hey, I’m back now.”

“You better be. Did you know how hard it has been? Both you and mom left me. My dad married a Satan. Both of them don’t even care about me. The whole world turned its back on me. Everything was eating up my brain, and you were not there…”

“A Satan? Really?” Taehyung said amused.

“Really now? That’s all you heard?” Y/N said in disbelief and started to push him away.

“I’m kidding,” Taehyung paused for a bit and continued, “Y/N, you know you can trust me right?”  

Snivelling, she asked, “How can I be sure that you won’t leave me again?”

“Y/N, I swear to god. I won’t leave you ever again,” he responded sincerely.

“So can you trust me, can you trust me. Please, please, please pull me in and hug me.”

Touched by his words, a single drop of tear slipped out of her eye which was then followed by a stream of tears.

“Why are tears still coming out?!”

“These are tears of joy you fool.”

“Aww… You are still a crybaby. Bad girls are supposed to be tough and buff, but all you do is cry,” he teased.

“How did you? Who told you? Aish… go away.”

“Rumors Y/N, rumors. But you know what, despite all that facade, you are my crybaby. Y/N, I love you. I have always loved you.”

He took a deep breath. “I know you hate me for leaving you alone for all those years, and I’m willing to repay those if you just let me. You can either punch me like you did to that jock or just hold me tight. Drag me to wherever you go, order me around anytime and anywhere, and I’ll listen. I’ll always be there for you, so never let me out of your sight.”

Y/N was speechless due to the sudden confession.

Finally, she replied, “Okay… your first order from me is…”

“Yeah?”

“Can you hug me?” Y/N muttered.

“What? A bad girl needs a hug?”

“Just hold me tight, will ya?” Y/N grumbled.

“Gladly,” Taehyung said as he pulled her in.

A comfortable silence loomed over them.

“Taehyung?” Y/N said with a muffled voice.

“Hmm...”

“I love you too. I have always loved you.”

Smiling, Taehyung hugged her tighter, and so did Y/N.

“Y/N, whenever you need someone, just tell me. I’ll be there for you. I’ll hug you, and comfort you. For me, hugging is the most beautiful form of communication to say that you matter to me.”

Things couldn’t be more than perfect for Y/N. The man she loves so dearly is here with her along with the streets below and the stars and the sky above that are the very witnesses of this special moment. People come and go, and that’s life. However, even if they leave, the best will always come back into your life.

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A/N : This is our first fanfic~ Please enjoy.

[justtextmeoppa]

BTS MAKNAE LINE TEXT: When they call you clingy so you put a distance but then they regret it 

Jungkook / Taehyung  / Jimin

-Rose

[hoebaring]

Just The Two Of Us [Author L] | Kim Taehyung

𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 ♥ 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 dream-like romance. Cheesy. Highly Romantic.

Written by Author L

Cross posted on Wattpad

Word count :- 365 Words

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♡ 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 ♡

This is just to give you an insight on what's gonna happen here. These are just my true thoughts here, so bear with me, it's not gonna be poetic.

I've been wanting to write 'Just The Two Of Us'  since a long time. It's very close to me because it's my first ever story. Through this story, what I intend to convey is, absolutely nothing. That's right. Absolutely nothing. This story is not one which is a dark/suspense thriller, or one which would inspire you for your next endeavour, or psychologically motivate you. It's rather something that focuses on an emotion. Particularly, the emotions of the characters. I aim to showcase the characters' true, raw feelings about each other. 

I usually gravitate towards stories which, to some extent seem realistic and relatable. They must be light, believable and make you, the reader, go through certain feelings without emotionally exhausting you. Unfortunately I couldn't find many works that were convincing enough, logically made sense, and basically, hit me hard. Which is why I set out to write one myself. It does of course have a few fictional elements without which there might be no story. 

This story mainly and solely focuses on just the two characters (and a few others) and their feelings for each other. It's basically about two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, slightly egoistic, and quite normal people who 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.

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~𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻

[taesbetch]

Snow Day

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Fluff 

Word count: 771

(A/N sorry, I know its short but I got lazy... :) )

You instantly retreated your feet inside the blanket as the cold pinched away at them; You were still a little dazed from your hot chocolate despite having it a while ago. The winter was not your favourite season, in fact, it was the complete opposite. You mind wanted more sleep but your body was reacting it didn’t look like that would happen.

Y/N its too cold" Taehyung whined wrapping himself into the blanket as i turned the night light on. "Well it was raining before, maybe that’s why?" I said trying hard to justify the sudden insane cold, your feet hit the floor, the cold on the ground spiking against the warmth of your feet. I waddled over to the window you tired and your body cold, opening the curtains a slight bit, you saw spikes of frost edging onto the window seal.

I instantly gasped shutting the curtain completely and turning around to taehyung. "What? What is it?" He asked groggily, sitting up slowly at your excitement. With a quick epped i flung open the curtains dramatically, showcasing the snowflakes delicately falling from the sky.

"WHAT?! ITS SNOWING!" Tae shouted as he jumped from the bed, all signs of tiredness disappearing from his face. He ran over goggling at the snow falling on the ground, his eyes wide and filled with joy. My eyes glanced at his handsome face, a small smile making its way onto my lips as his smile widened.

“let’s go outside!” he suggested excitedly. We both scrambled to get on some warm clothing so we could go and enjoy the snowy weather.

As you stepped outside the instant change from warm to cold sent a shiver down your spine; despite the toe curling cold the white snow falling from the sky had you both staring out in awe.

As you admired the way the snow lay like a blanket on everything around you, you didn’t notice Taehyung shuffling around behind you.

“Y/N”

As you turned around your face was met with a snowball. You gasped as the snow broke from its ball form, spreading itself around your face, instantly removing any warmth you had and replacing it with Icey cold numbness.

“You're so dead” you giggled as you started collecting snow from the ground getting ready for war.

You and Taehyung ran around chasing each other with snow and giggles, the small light provided by the street and the moonlight captured Taehyung’s enchanting smile as he swung you up into his arms.

“Remember when we met last Christmas?” Taehyung asked softly as he set you back down on the ground.

“hi, my names Y/N, Welcome to Santa’s Shop, how may I help you?” you asked as you approached the grown male. You figured he was lost since this store was mainly for kids and their parents, not like you were complaining though, he was extremely attractive.

The man turned to you with wide eyes, his mouth open and closed like he was going to say something but nothing came out of his mouth.

“are you looking for anything special?” you asked after a moment of silence.

“er, would you know how to get in touch with Santa?” he asked quietly.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What the hell? Is he serious?

“errr sir…you know Santa isn’t real, right?” you asked as you leaned in closer to avoid any of the children running around the shop to hear.

“yer I know, but he’s the only one who could help me get what I really want” he sighed as he looked down at the floor sheepishly.

“well…what do you want? Maybe I could help you?” you asked him sweetly as his eyes rose up to meet yours.

“maybe you could” he said as a rectangular smile graced his face.

You smiled at the memory as you nodded your head happily “yer? What about it?” you asked as he took your hand in his.

“it was you Y/N” he smiled as he kissed your hand softly “I wanted you”.

A small blush creeped onto your face as you shoved his shoulder lightly “your so cute” you said pinching his cheek causing him to whine.

You laughed lightly as you took in all his features and all the memories you share with the silly boy standing in front of you.

"What? He asked turning towards you as his eyes bored into yours

"i love you" i whispered softly as you turned my head back up to the sky.

You feel a soft kiss on cheek as taehyung wraps his arms around your waist "i love you too Y/N".

[kookies-with-tae]

Valentines >> Taehyung

► Badboy Tae, Fluffy

► 563 words  

► Sorry if there are grammar mistakes ;-; Don’t hate me

► It’s also a drabble-ish so don’t get worked up if it was “wtf” 

Your mom spoke of the bad boy with ripped jeans and scuffled hair. She spoke about how they'd break your heart and leave you broken. She spoke of them badly, like she experienced it herself.

And no matter how hard you tried, you managed to escape them all, except one. This bad boy had a box smile and starry eyes. His expressions were more lively and colorful. But he was a bad boy, and your mom didn't like bad boys.

The doorbell rings, it wakes you up. I rub your eyes and turn on your phone to see that it's already 12 in the afternoon. You walk downstairs without washing your face to find a note on the kitchen table from your parents.

Be good. We'll be gone for a while.

The doorbell goes off again and it startles you. You walk up to the front door and open it up a crack.

On the other side stood your bad boy. Ripped jeans, scuffled hair, piercings, the whole package. You open the door completely to get a better look at him.

His box smile shines brightly when he catches the sight of you.

You open the screen door for him and asks what he's doing at your house.

Instead of a reply, he walks in your house and pulls you into his arms. He hugs you tight, and you hug him back.

"I've missed you," he whispered out.

You grin widely into his chest at his words.

But you ask him again what he's doing here. He shrugs and takes a seat on your couch.

You narrow your eyes at him in confusion, but let it slip. Then you remember how much of a mess you must've looked like and quickly ran upstairs to clean yourself up.

It took 10 minutes, maybe more, but he didn't mind. In his opinion, you were pretty no matter what you looked like.

You sit down on the couch next to him.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asks.

You nod your head. It felt nice to hang out with him like this. There were no parents to get in your way. It was like your own little paradise.

You lost track of time after two movies, you also lost the ability to keep your eyes open. And they eventually closed.

Your mom was screaming the next time they opened. And he wasn't anywhere to be found.  

She screamed at you about having him in the house. She screamed at you for sleeping next to him, what if he done something to you. She screamed at you for disobeying her rule about bad boys.

But you screamed back. You screamed at the fact that he was different. You screamed about how he was the only one that made you happy. You screamed about the fact that you love him.

Then you ran to your room.

Your mom tried reasoning with you, but you shut her down and locked her out. You sat on your bed with knees drawn up to your chest and tears down your face. Your phone buzzing next to you, made all of that stop.

"Open your door <3"

The time was 12:45 am.

You walk downstairs.

Open the front door.

Your bad boy was there with a big fluffy stuffed dog in his arms.

You grabbed onto and held onto him.

"Happy Valentines."

[hewranyellowmustard]

THANK YOU - TAEHYUNG

You just finished you class for today. You busily fix you string bag, hair bang and your shirt. You walked quickly because of hungry. When you reached the entrance of your class building, someone jumped in front you. Your eyes widened.

“Hey” Taehyung said.

“You scared me!” you slap his forearm. He laughed and ruffled your hair.

“You’re hungry, right? I heard your stomach growled since you step out from your class. That’s terrible.” He said with serious face.

“I’m no..” You didn’t finish your words and he cut you by putting his hand on your shoulder and drags you.

“Don’t lie. I know you are. Let’s go. I’m hungry. I feel like eating you” He said and you just laughed. You guys went to cafeteria.

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“Thank you for walking me home.” you said.

“Of course.” He said nervously and standing still.

And then a big silence comes for a minute.

“You don’t want to go back home?” you said and laughed.

“You go in first.” he said and smiled awkwardly.

You smiled and turn around to open the small gate. After a few steps forward, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. Your eyes widened. Your face is just in a few inches to him and your hands on his chest. While his both hands on your waist. Holding you.

“What are you doing, Taehyung?” You asked nervously.

He ignored and moves his head forward while looking at your lips. You close your eyes tightly and suddenly you feel a cold and soft lips on your lips. You wide again your eyes. You saw his face in front with closed eyes. He let go your lips and trying to catch his breath. You gasped.

“I love you” He said and smiled.

[taeken-my-heart]

Independent {f} - Chapter 3

Summary: Your mom calls you stubborn, your friends call you wild, and the boys you’ve left in your wake call you a frigid bitch.  You’ve built a life of independence and you like it that way. Kim Taehyung, however; might just change your mind.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Light fluff

Word Count: 5820

The morning found you sprawled across your bed, half your limbs hanging awkwardly off, face planted in your pillow with a small puddle of drool forming by the corner of your mouth. Oh, and a raging hangover. As soon as you’d come to your senses and gone inside your house, you’d cracked open a bottle of wine and practically chugged it.

You were losing your mind, what kind of voodoo magic was Taehyung casting on you? A knock at your door had you groaning and rubbing your eyes before your door creaked open and your roommate, Sarah, walked in.

“Are you feeling ok?” She asked, “It’s nearly 11. It’s not like you to sleep in this late.”

You groaned. 11? That means you’d missed your morning history lecture. Goodbye perfect attendance.

“I’ve got a hangover,” you sighed.

“On a Wednesday?” Sarah asked, eyebrow quirking in surprise.

You hummed in acknowledgment. It wasn’t like you to drink so recklessly when you had school the next day.

“What’s going on?” Sarah asked, sitting at the end of your bed, “I’ve never seen this side of you. Don’t get me wrong, it’s awesome, but it’s uncharacteristic.”

You sighed, burying your face deeper in your pillow and groaning. “I don’t know. I think I’m losing my mind.”

Sarah laughed, “Well I could have told you that.”

You turned and glared at her before closing your eyes in an effort to reduce the swimming in your head. “Would you mind grabbing me a glass of water?” you croaked, pushing your fingers through tangled strands of hair.

Sarah returned a few minutes later and you sat up groggily, taking the cup from her hands with a soft thank you and drinking as much as your stomach could contain. Your mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and your throat burned but you realized with dismay that no matter how much you drank, it couldn’t remove the pitter patter of your heart any time you thought of Taehyung.

You grimaced, rubbing your forehead and Sarah clicked her tongue in amusement. “So, give me the details. Did you get some crazy new assignment in class? Did your mom say something obnoxious about how you’re wasting your talents? What?”

You shook your head, taking another large gulp of water and shrugging, “there’s this guy,” you mumbled, trailing off.

Sarah’s eyes grew in size and you sighed, staring down at your duvet and picking at the stray fluff in an effort to avoid her complete astonishment. You’d never mentioned a guy before – ever – and you mentally prepared for the slew of questions she was sure to ask.

To your surprise, Sarah smirked, “finally.”

“What?” you choked.

“It’s about time. I’ve been waiting for the day that you’d meet a guy that would make you want to invest time.”

You snorted as you placed the cup on your bedside table, throwing the duvet off your legs to stand up and stride to your closet. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh no, you can’t brush this off missy. I distinctly heard you utter the words, ‘there’s this guy’ so I’m not letting you go until you explain yourself.”

You ripped your baggy t-shirt from your head, throwing it back onto your mattress and turned back to your closet to study your clothing options in an effort to ignore your roommate. The urge to dress nicely suddenly hit you and you shuddered at the idea that you were actually thinking about dressing to impress and grabbed a baggy sweater and threw it over your head. It was so large it covered your sleeping shorts and that was exactly the way you liked it.

You stepped out of your room, navigating your way to the kitchen with Sarah hot on your tail. “I’m sorry, I think you thought that was a request,” Sarah quipped, “but I assure you it was not, you are going tell me what’s going on and who this guy is or I swear on my dog’s life that I’ll fart on your pillow.”

You grimaced at her as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal and leaned against the counter, spooning some into your mouth. “I’m not sober enough for this conversation.” You surmised.

“Suck it up buttercup.” Sarah drummed her long fingers against the countertop and you sighed in defeat.

“It’s that guy that walks past the house each morning.”

“The one that pets the duck?” She asked, eyebrows raising. You nodded your head, taking another bite of cereal and staring down into the bowl.

“Really? Duck boy stole your heart?”

“He did not steal my heart,” you scoffed, “I just think he’s…interesting.”

“Oh wow, this is serious.”

“Oh, for the love.” You groaned, walking back towards your room. Sarah giggled and followed after you, plunking down on the edge of your bed and watching as you pushed your spoon through the cereal, quickly becoming soggy as she waited for you to say something – anything – about this mystery boy that seemed to be able to tame your heart.

“Duck boy,” she finally said, exhaling a breath in disbelief, “wow, I would have never guessed.”

“He has a name you know,” you replied sourly, grabbing the glass of water from your table and taking the last gulp, draining the cup and leaving you with only a few more bites of cereal as your last line of defense between you and this uncomfortable conversation your roommate was forcing you to have.

“I’m assuming you know it.” She smiled coyly and you nodded but didn’t answer. You were going to make her work for the information as payback for putting you through this. “Well what is it? Good grief woman, it’s like pulling teeth with you, I swear.”

“His name is Taehyung,” you sighed.

“Woah, Taehyung? Where’s he from?”

“He was born in Korea.” You stated simply.

“And does he make you want to settle down and start a family?” She teased. You balked at the idea, setting down your now empty bowl of cereal in exasperation.

“We’re done,” you said, standing up and striding over to your dresser to pick out a pair of jeans. You still had two more classes and that stupid recital project to attend to.

“I’m just kidding,” Sarah laughed, sprawling across your bed and throwing her hands behind her head as she watched you from her position. “Oh, definitely wear those ones, they make your ass look amazing.” She said as you pulled a pair of dark blue skinny jeans from your drawer. That was the exact opposite of what you wanted so you threw them back in and pulled out a pair of black Levis that were just a little too big for your figure and smiled at the sigh of dismay behind you.

“What is wrong with you?” She griped, “You meet a guy that you seem to like and now you’re dressing as though you want to ward him off.”

“That’s exactly what I want to do.” You said simply.

“Why?” She asked in exasperation.

“Because guys are disruptive.” You said.

Sarah frowned, brows creasing, “no, you’re just too damn busy being so self-important that you can’t bear to let anyone else in.”

You rounded on her as you finished buttoning your jeans and folded your arms across your chest. “What the hell is wrong with you? I hate when you do this, you turn into such a busy body and act like you know my life. I’ve never wanted to be in a relationship and you know that.”

“That’s just a coping mechanism, you always do this when someone tries to get close to you; you find reasons to push them away.”

“Stop acting like you care,” you sneered, pulling on a beanie.

“I do care!” She said hotly, “I just want you to be happy!”

“I am happy!” You insisted.

Sarah scoffed, “oh please, I’ve known you since we were in diapers. I know what happiness looks like on you and I haven’t seen it since your dad died. Why won’t you let anyone try?!”

“Leave him out of this!” You shouted, grabbing your backpack and barreling out of the room, shoving your socked feet into the red Doc Martens by the door and storming out, slamming the door behind you.

  Sulking all throughout your morning and afternoon classes was not how you’d imagined your day going, but neither was waking up with a raging hangover and getting in a fight with one of your longest friends. You were learning to be flexible.

You knew you needed to get over it, that Sarah hadn’t really deserved your outburst and she was only trying to help, but she of all people should have known the topic was sensitive for you. After your dad died you learned how to function again but your heart never healed, it remained a gaping hole in the center of your chest.

You sat picking at your lettuce, beanie pulled low over your forehead. You had wanted to be healthy, choosing to order a Caesar salad but all you really wanted right now was something greasy. You looked up and glanced around at the semi crowded cafeteria of your university and instantly regretted it as you noticed Taehyung a handful of tables away. You especially regretted it because you realized he wasn’t alone and was in fact sitting with a beautiful girl with long, vibrant red hair and porcelain skin.

 She looked really sweet and you instantly hated her for how easily she was earning sweet smiles and laughter from Taehyung and then sat hating yourself for hating her over something so foolish. She were just about to slap your cheeks in an effort to wake yourself up from this nightmare when suddenly your eyes locked with Taehyung’s and his grin widened.

He sat up straighter in his chair and waved you over. There was no way in hell you were going to put yourself in that position so you smiled softly, giving a small wave and a shake of your head. You hoped it would be enough but quickly realized it wasn’t when he stood up and began to weave his way through the tables toward you.

“Hey!” He greeted you once he’d arrived at your table. You looked up at him, trying your best to appear disinterested. “You should come join us.”

“That’s OK,” you smiled, waving him away, “I’m not much for conversation today, besides, things look a bit intimate over there, I’d hate to interrupt.”

Taehyung laughed loudly and you stared at him in confusion. Had you said something funny? “Intimate?” He questioned. “Hayley is like my sister; I’ve known her since I was 9 years old. Seriously, come sit with us.”

You looked over at Hayley who returned your gaze with one of the most welcoming smiles you’ve ever seen and it took everything in you to resist the offer, which surprised you. “That’s OK,” you said, “I’m almost done anyway.”

Taehyung frowned, looking down at your salad, “but you’ve barely touched your food.” You looked at your fork tossed lettuce and found yourself blushing ever so slightly. You wanted to just tell him to buzz off and leave you alone, but it wasn’t his fault for being so damn friendly. It’s not like he knew your internal battle. “Is everything OK? Have I upset you somehow?”

You shook your head quickly, “no, I just have a headache so I’m avoiding socialization for now.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened and he smiled, “I understand. Ok, well I’ll see you at the rehearsal, right?”

You nodded and he smiled brightly, waving and returning to his table. You weren’t feeling very hungry anymore but quickly shoveled some food into your mouth before standing up and discarding the leftovers. Hitching your bag over your shoulder, you rushed in the opposite direction and out the front door to hurry across the courtyard and into the neighboring science building.

You walked through the hallways realizing too late that your feet had gone on autopilot and taken you to the sitting area just outside of Sarah’s biochemistry class. Class would let out at any moment and you decided it was best to wait and try to smooth things out. You didn’t want to bring the bad energy with you through the rest of the day and especially not back to your home when you had two other roommates to worry about.

You sat and waited for only a moment before the door burst open and people began to file out. Sarah exited around halfway through the crowd and instantly spotted you. You could see the inward battle on her face as she watched you carefully before coming to sit across from you.

You both looked at each other not saying anything for a moment. Partially because you were waiting for the other to talk first but mostly because you wanted the privacy that the suddenly busy sitting room wasn’t offering. You waited until most of the students had filtered through the hallways and onto their respective classes before finally gathering the courage to speak.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, looking down at your hands, linked carefully in your lap, “I know you were just trying to help. You know my dad is a sensitive topic, I don’t behave rationally when I think about him. It’s been 8 years and it still feels just as raw,” you said, tears filling your eyes. You stared up at the ceiling in frustration, willing your vision to clear before taking a deep breath and continuing. “Despite that, I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you. I’m sorry.”

Sarah remained quiet for what felt like forever before nodding, “I’m sorry too. I know I shouldn’t have mentioned your dad; I’m just concerned. Ever since he passed away it’s like you have this wall up and you refuse to let anyone else in, no matter how good they are. I’m worried you’re putting yourself on a path headed towards bitter loneliness. You know I think the world of you, Anna and I both do. We hate seeing you so guarded all the time.”

You couldn’t help the shrug that spread across your shoulders as you stared down at the khaki colored carpeting below you and for a moment you reflected on the complete impracticality of having carpeting in the science building before turning your attention back to your friend. Sarah and Anna, fraternal twins, had been your longest friends, they were some of the only people you felt you could be honest with anymore. “I don’t know how to stop being guarded. It seems easier to protect my heart this way, I don’t think I could take any more pain.”

“But then you cut yourself off from joy. No one is saying you gotta marry the guy, I’m not even saying you need to date him, but you should at least allow yourself to get to know him. What if he’s one of the good ones?”

“I assume we’re talking about Taehyung?” You said, rubbing your lips together and turning your gaze to the wall.

“Of course,” Sarah smiled softly, “he pats a duck mailbox on the head every day, he’s quirky and that’s good! I think you need quirky; someone to get you out of your shell a little bit. If nothing else he can help you open up to other people.”

“Why do you assume he can do something that no one else has been able to do?” You questioned sardonically.

Sarah shrugged, “I just have a good feeling.”

You sighed, flopping back in your chair, legs and arms splayed like a starfish as you stared up at the ceiling. Sarah clicked her tongue loudly and you looked at her, eyebrows raising.

“That’s a great look for you, it really brings out your best features. You should for sure do that next time you’re around duck boy.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes and sitting up. “Shut up.”

Sarah smiled back and chuckled before standing up and throwing her backpack over her shoulder. “I have to run to class now, but we should have a girl’s night tonight and watch the cheesiest chick flick we can find.”

You grimaced at the idea but nodded, “that sounds nice,” you lied. Sarah laughed and blew you a kiss before swinging away from you and walking down the hallway and rounding a corner.

At least one thing was right in your life again. You couldn’t handle anymore instability; you were already going crazy as it was. The rest of the day went quickly and before you knew it you were stepping through the performing arts building doors once again. You could hear the distinct sound of violins and a piccolo in their warm up and you made your way towards the performance hall, hands shoved in your back pockets.

You tried to burrow your way into the back of the hall again but Professor Brinkerhoff called you forward and you sighed, bracing your shoulders as you made the agonizing trek to the front. He motioned towards the stage as you neared him and you felt apprehension build in your chest.

“I want more action shots,” he said, “last time you took a lot of pictures from the side of the stage but this time I want you to really get in there, become part of the performance. I’ve already briefed everyone about how you’ll be inconvenient tonight, it’s for a good cause.”

You frowned; he sure was good at insinuating all sorts of unpleasant qualities about your character. “So, you want me to take up close and personal pictures of the performers?” You asked, working to keep your tone even despite the irritation swirling in your chest.

“Exactly,” he nodded, “we want to see the nitty gritty, the blood, sweat, and tears. No pain, no gain, right? Do you think you can handle it?”

You barely contained your scoff as you nodded, tossing your now empty bag onto one of the nearby seats and looking around for the stairs to the stage. You stepped up onto the stage and underneath the lights and quickly realized you’d never felt more out of place. You definitely preferred being behind the camera rather than being in front of it.

The practice began and you made your way through each act as invasively as possible. You knew it wasn’t the performers fault, but the childish part of you wanted to stick it to Professor Brinkerhoff by being as inconvenient as possible. He said nothing, though, so you kept going.

The dancers came out again and you spotted Taehyung out of the corner of your eye but you quickly lifted your camera and began taking pictures. You could see him through the lens looking at you curiously but pretended you didn’t see him. It was harder than you’d thought it would be since he kept dancing in frame; sometimes it seemed like he was doing it on purpose, just to be noticed.

You spent the rest of the evening taking pictures and ignoring his existence, despite how hard his dancing made your heart beat. When Professor Brinkerhoff ended the rehearsal you quickly darted from the stage, grabbing your bag and making a beeline for the door. Pushing into the crisp evening air you urged yourself to walk quickly, not even stopping to take a deep breath in. One of your favorite things about fall was the distinct smell, the smell of cold air and firewood, but it was too risky. Taehyung might catch up and you weren’t sure you could take much more of the onslaught on your heart; you were already confused enough as it was.

You’d rounded the corner of the fine arts building when you heard someone shouting your name behind you. You nearly stopped to turn around before you recognized his voice and at once picked up your pace.

“Wait! Y/N!” You could hear him jogging up behind you and it took everything in you not to sprint away. “Hey, are you in a rush?” Taehyung gasped, finally catching up and coming to stand in front of you.

You stopped quickly before you could run straight into his broad chest and looked up into his eyes. You’d never seen anything more beautiful and you hated yourself and him for it. His hair was pushed back under a red baseball cap with a black, oversized hoodie engulfing his lean frame and his cheeks tinged pink from the quick jog.

“Yeah, it’s a little cold,” you mumbled.

“Well I can walk with you; I’m going in that direction anyway.” He smiled and you wanted to rip your heart out and stomp on it.

“That’s OK.” You said, trying to navigate your way around him. You could see his eyebrows crease from the corner of your eye and you felt a little guilty. It really wasn’t his fault that you were feeling so conflicted, in fact, he had no idea what your history was or about the battle being waged between your mind and your heart.

“Are you upset with me or something? Did I do something wrong? You avoided me earlier and now you’re brushing me off again.”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, but to be fair you don’t really know me, Taehyung.” You replied crisply.

“No, you’re right, I don’t, but I’m trying to get to know you.” Taehyung replied.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I think you’re cool. Your passion is intimidating.”

“And that’s cool?” You asked perplexed.

“Of course! I like to be around people who inspire me to be a better person. Passionate people make for good company.” He smiled so warmly that you felt your resistance fading and before you knew it you were nodding.

“OK, you can walk with me. I really wasn’t lying earlier, though, when I said I had a headache. I still sort of do.”

“Wow, that’s an intense headache if it’s lasted this long.” Taehyung whistled as you began to stroll forward.

“Well, I suppose one might call it more of a hangover,” you said softly.

Taehyung laughed loudly and you looked at him in surprise. “A hangover? On a Wednesday?”

You blushed and shrugged, “you sound like my roommate.”

He smiled down at you, “don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging you. I’ve had my fair share of hangovers during lessons, although they happened more often when I was a freshman.” The twinkle in his eye made your heart jump and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from your chest.

“Are you mocking me?”

“I would never.” Taehyung gasped, clutching his hand over his heart and grinning into the darkness.

You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes or the persistent smile. Your heart felt light and you weren’t sure you liked that sensation. For a few moments you walked in comfortable silence and you began to allow your thoughts to wander.

Had you ever met a guy who didn’t treat you like a possible conquest? Aside from your dad, step-dad, and brother, of course, you couldn’t think of many men in your life who you’d been able to spend time with and not find there was an ulterior motive. Usually guys were far more obvious, though, and they never got that far into your good graces.

It was still too early to say with Taehyung, but he felt different and you didn’t really know why. There was a sincerity and openness in his general aura and you began to believe that was part of why you were so drawn to him. He felt good.

“So, what were you planning on doing for your project before you got stuck with this assignment?” Taehyung asked suddenly. You looked up at him in confusion.

“You mentioned yesterday that you were asked to photograph the recital and I figured it must be for a project. Am I way off base?” Taehyung questioned, laughing.

“No, you’re right, I’m just surprised that, that was your first guess.”

He shrugged and looked down at you, soft smile on his face as he waited for you to continue. “You’re right,” you sighed, “I did have other plans for the project before my professor asked me to change my mind. There’s this group of little old men that meet in the park every Sunday morning to play a few rounds of chess. I found them one time around the anniversary of my dad’s passing and as though they could sense my mood, they invited me to play with them. I had no idea what I was doing but they were so kind and patient and took me under their wings. I try to go every Sunday to play with them and just enjoy their company and I really wanted to make them my project. In a moment of sadness, they made my world so bright, I want to be able to capture that.”

Everything was silent for what felt like forever and for a moment you thought you might have frightened him off. He was right, you were passionate, but always about the things that others found so simple and boring. Nothing had been more beautiful to you than finding beauty in the small things and they had showed you a little piece of heaven in one of the dark moments in your life. You looked up at Taehyung and were surprised to find him smiling softly up at the stars, hands balled up in the pocket of his hoodie.

“The way you talk about things makes my heart sing.” He admitted bashfully. “That’s what I’m saying, your passion is frighteningly beautiful and I envy that. I want to spend time with people who make me aspire to be better.”

You felt a little uncomfortable with the complement, only because you felt like you didn’t deserve that sort of thing. While you prided yourself on finding beautiful things, you were really only talking about playing chess with a handful of grandpas you’d met in the park. You found his praise intimidating.

“I don’t think I’ve ever inspired anyone in anything,” you said softly.

“Well you inspire me,” he smiled. You came to a standstill in front of your house and suddenly you found yourself wishing you hadn’t walked so quickly. You looked at him and then down at the floor before looking back to him. He looked as though he was about to say something when suddenly your own mouth opened and words spilled out before you could stop them.

“Would you like to come in for something to drink?”

Taehyung’s eyes brightened and his smile peaked. “It depends on how much of something you’re thinking. Some of us want to be fully alert for our classes tomorrow.”

You rolled your eyes at his laugh but couldn’t help the smile twisting at the corners of your lips, “I meant juice or water or something.”

“Sure, I could use a glass of water.” He said. You rubbed your lips together nervously and nodded, turning on your heel and heading to the front door of your apartment with Taehyung in tow. You let him pass you in the entry way as you locked the door behind you and watched him from behind as he examined the walls and decorations carefully.

He turned to looked at you suddenly and smiled at your hesitation, “after you.” He said, ushering for you to walk ahead of him. That seemed to knock some sense into you and you walked past him, kicking your shoes off in the foyer and dropping your bag on the living room couch as he followed you further into the house.

You walked into the kitchen to find Sarah sitting at the table, right leg kicked up with her foot resting on the cushion by her thigh and chin balancing on her knee, study material littering the table in front of her. Her look of confusion was quickly masked by a look of knowing and a soft smile.

“Hey, you’re back late.” She said softly. You were instantly grateful that she knew how to play it cool and you smiled at her in return.

“Yeah, the practice ran a little over time.” You said, thrusting your thumb back over your shoulder. “This is Taehyung, he’s in the show.”

Sarah smiled and stood up, coming forward and extending her hand. “Nice to meet you,” She said, “I’m Sarah.”

“Nice to meet you too!” Taehyung said, and you walked to the cupboard, pulling out two mismatched cups and setting them on the counter.

“What would you like to drink?” You asked, feeling a mixture of nerves and calm flowing through your veins.

“Just a glass of water, thanks.” He said, sitting down at the table in one of the empty seats. You filled both cups with water and returned to the table, sitting in one of the other unoccupied seats after handing Taehyung his drink.

“So, Sarah,” he said, after taking a few big gulps and placing his cup down on the table, “how long have you two known each other?”

Sarah laughed, chewing on her pen cap, “basically my whole life. Our moms knew one another in high school and we lived a block away growing up. Basically, we just follow each other around, I’m surprised we’re not sick of each other yet. I’m with her almost as much as my sister and we try to wring each other’s necks at least once a day.”

Taehyung laughed, “Sibling rivalry. Does your sister go here too?”

Sarah nodded, dropping her foot back onto the floor and leaning on the table with her elbows. “Yeah, actually she lives in this house with us. We’re twins so I guess it feels like a weird obligation to always be with each other.”

“It’s not an obligation,” you quipped, “you guys are just masochists and never learn.” Sarah stuck her tongue out at you and smiled.

“So, Taehyung, what exactly are you doing in the recital?” Sarah asked, leaning her chin into her hand.

Taehyung smiled one of the loveliest smiles you’d ever seen and it made you shiver a little bit. “I’m one of the dancers,” he said and you could hear the pride in his voice.

“Wow,” Sarah remarked, “that must be huge for you. You must be pretty good; they only choose the best in the school.”

Taehyung blushed and took another sip of his water, “that’s what I’ve heard, but to be honest I think they slipped up a little bit this time letting me through the cracks.”

“They definitely didn’t,” you said softly and Taehyung looked at you, eyes sparkling. You looked down at your mug uncomfortably, swishing it around the edges as a distraction.

“Well they must have seen something,” Sarah said casually, shooting you a look, “they don’t just let anyone in.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung said. The room descended into silence for a moment. Sarah suddenly sat up straight in her chair.

“I forgot; I have to call my mom before she goes to bed! It was her birthday today and I want to check in.”

You and Taehyung both nodded as she stood up, taking her phone with her to a back room. The room returned to silence, you staring down into your mug, the tips of your fingers gently strumming along the edges.

“She seems nice,” Taehyung said. You looked up at him and smiled.

“She is nice, she’s one of my best friends.” The thought made guilt stir in your stomach, still remembering how quick you’d been to lash out this morning, feeling the discomfort and mortification from the idea of having a simple crush. In reality, what was really wrong with being attracted to someone? Now here she was lying to Taehyung to give you both some alone time. Her mother’s birthday had been last month and you knew that well enough but she’d been so convincing you’d almost fallen for it yourself.

“What about your roommates?” You asked suddenly, deciding then to extend yourself a little bit, despite your discomfort.

“They’re nice guys,” Taehyung said, “three of them I actually know from back home. We all kind of applied to the same school and got in. One is a random new guy that was assigned to us this year but so far he’s pretty cool.”

“What are their names?”

“Well first there’s Jimin and Jungkook, they’re brothers, and then there’s Jin that I pointed out to you the other day, one of the actors in the show. We’ve known each other since high school. We were some of the only Korean kids in our school so we kind of just followed each other around,” Taehyung laughed and you smiled. It felt like a warm memory that he was glowing in.

“The new guys name is Sam. He’s really nice, super into music and really laid back, kind of lazy actually. We call him grandpa.”

“That’s what we call my roommate Charlotte. Well, grandma.” You laughed. Charlotte always lounged around the house, complaining anytime she had to move further than her bed to the couch. She also often griped about her bad knees so it seemed like an obvious name.

“Maybe Sam and Charlotte should meet,” Taehyung joked.

“A match made in old fart heaven,” you said and Taehyung laughed loudly.

“Has a nice ring to it,” he quipped. You both smiled at each other a little too long before Taehyung looked down at his watch and sighed. “I should probably go; I still have to finish a paper before bed and I have a 7 am lecture to wake up to.”

You grimaced making a gagging noise and Taehyung chuckled. “My sentiments exactly.” He stood, placing the cup in the sink and you walked him to the door. “Thank you so much for inviting me in.” He said once you’d reached the entry way and he slipped his shoes back on.

“Sure.” You said softly, “maybe we could hang out again some time.”

Taehyung looked surprised but smiled none the less. “I’d like that a lot. Maybe another coffee outing.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Well, again, thank you for inviting me in and for letting me walk with you. It really does make the walk home much more pleasant. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded, leaning against the door frame and waving him off as he walked under a street lamp and then into the darkness. When you returned to the living room you found Sarah waiting for you, legs curled underneath her and watching in silent question.

You smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “I’m not really sure how to handle all this but I decided to get to know the guy. What harm can it really do?” You said it as lightheartedly as you could and yet you still couldn’t help but fear that maybe it would do more harm than good.

Thank you so much for reading! I’m sorry this update took a little longer than usual. I went on vacation and didn’t have the time. Hopefully the fact that this one is a monster will make up for the wait! ^^

Also, yes, Sam is supposed to be a personification of Yoongi ;) 

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Copyright © 2017  by taeken-my-heart (Nora.) All rights reserved.

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Birthdays

i woke up to a heavy rain this morning, and i want to snuggle a lil bit more in my bed so i write this while im on it. here you go!

//

Me

The bells on the door ringed, notifying me that someone had just entered the convenient store. I saw a figure of a man from the corner of my eye and i greeted the man just like how i greeted other consuments, not knowing how to react at the moment, before hurriedly shoving the rest of the snacks to the racks and strode back to the cashier counter. 
He look at me for a brief seconds and tilted his head, but proceed to the beverages section after that. 
‘Maybe he’s surprised to see me here?’, I thought as i shooted out the green working vest on my body. 
The man come back to the cashier counter with 2 can of cold beers in his hand before he put it on the table.
“Can i have a pack of white Marlboro, please?” 
“Of course.” I take one pack of the cigarette alongside the beers.
“Is there anything else i can help you with?” 
“You’re really dilligent, huh.”
I furrowed my eyebrows again as i heard him.
“H-huh?” 
He take off his cap and smile at me slightly,
“It’s me. Kim Taehyung.“

"From the movie development, if my name doesnt ring a bell.” He add a split second after that.

I couldn’t help but smile a little. In our major, in our gigantic university even, who doesnt know him?

“I know you.” I said with a small smile, as i started to scan his beer. “What are you doing here?”, He asked.

“I’m working, as you can see.”, I look at him, “That would be 11,400₩ in total.”

He take his wallet from his back pocket and take out some cash and pass it to me.

“I mean, why are you working? It’s your birthday afterall.”

I froze a little as i put the money back on the machine.

“H-how did you know?”

He smile, a childish smile that does not match his deep eyes and perfect high nose, but strangely, it suited his face like its really belong there.

“We’re the only people who shares the same birthday in the entire major, how could i didnt know that?”, He said as he put his wallet back and started to gather his beers and cigarette.

“Oh yeah. You’re right.”

He tilted his head, as if not satisfied with my answer. So i open my mouth back after a second,

“Life has been hectic, I had loads of classes and works, and i’m away from home, so here i am.” I looked at him ad i grinned.

Not so sincere, i know, but who cares? It’s a freaking 11pm and i had a long day before.

His face seems unreadable, but he smiles at the end. “Is that so? It cant be helped then, but happy birthday anyway!”

“Happy birthday to you too.” I said with a little smile before he walks out of the store.

//

I thought he was gone, but its been almost an hour, and he still sat there outside, sipping on his beer whlist puffing his cigarrete once in a while.

I couldnt help but glance at his direction every few minutes, but there’s nothing i could do beside that.

Our of all day, today, in my birthday, i got so many problematic costumers. I don’t know if it’s because it’s friday night, or just simply because it’s a night shift, it just happened to be chaotic from a couple of high school students wants to buy cigarettes, a grumpy drunken middle-aged woman who won’t stop curse me out, to a perverted old man who flirted at me in such disgusting way.

I’m just crossing my finger hoping this shitty night shift would end faster and my co-worker, the next person on the shift, would come on time at 1AM.

Taehyung

She’s really hardworking. I couldn’t help but notice it.

I just planned to drink a can of beer and smoke a little before i go back to the studio, but i’ve been sitting here for almost 2 hours now. And don’t asked my why, because i haven’t figured out about that too.

It’s just that when i saw her tried so hard to look strong in front of that high school bastards, or when i saw her tried her best to supress her anger at that drunken old lady, i just want to stay and watch her some more.

A lot of thoughts crossed in my head, but when i saw through the glass door as she retied her messy ponytails and look at her wristwatch and sighed reliefly, I bolted out of my chair and run as fast as i could to find the nearest store.

Me

I just finished my shift and said goodbye to my co-worker and was going to go home as i walked past the playground in front of the store when i heard my named being called from behind, and my eyes almost gone out of its socket as i saw Kim Taehyung run to me at full speed with a blue box in his left hand that look like a box of… cake?

He reached me by seconds and clunched his chest as he run out of breath.

“Hhh, your sh-hh-ift ended al-hhh-ready?”

“Huh? Um, yeah. I’m going home now. Uh, was going to go home i mean. Why are you still here?”

He grabbed my arm out of instinct, “Don’t go home yet!" He half-scream, and literally dragged me to the seating area of the convenient store in front of the playground.

He opened the box and huffed out of frustation,

“Ah, it’s runied!”

While i’m just bewildered. I sat there, looking at the unidentified design of what looks like a fruit cake in his hands.

“Why are you buying a cake?”

“So we could blow some candles of course.” He said excitedly as he took out his lighter and lighted up the candles on top of the half-messy cake.

“But it’s 1AM taehyung, my-, our birthday has already over.”, I said as i look at my watch on my left wrist.

“Who cares?! The sun still haven’t rise yet so its practically still friday-, and still our birthday” He said as he licked off the whipped cream on his middle and index finger.

And i couldn’t help but felt my cheeks reddened at his actions. Ugh.

“Now hurry blow it!” He said before singing a birthday song roughly, which surprised me on how good his voice sound when singing, and encouraging me to make a wish and blow the candles off together.

He smile at me slightly, and i can’t help but return the smile. It seems like my mouth automatically curled upwards when i saw him did the same action.

“Why- Why are you doing this?" I asked out of curiousity.

I mean i know that we’re in a same major, but i can’t say that we’re friends either. We’re merely an acquintance. And acquintance doesn’t buy a cake and celebrate each other birthday in the middle of the night like this.

It’s not that he’s a bad person, It’s just that our path never really crossed, and we’re practically living in two different world.

“Doing what?”, He blinks innocently, and i sighed.

“THIS.”, I emphasized and opened my arm to the table where the cake located, but he just shrugged.

“Just because.” I was just about to replied at him when a thought run across my mind,

“Wait, shouldn’t you off somehwere partying with your friends? It’s your birthday after all.”

“Yeah, i was, but suddenly i don’t feel like it and decide to buy some beers and come back to the studio.”

He sighed, he looks comfortable talking at me, but it failed to hide the eyebags and exhaustion in his voice.

But since he doesn’t mention anything, i’m playing oblivious myself too.

“But it’s almost 2AM and you’re still here.” I couldnt help but stated off the fact.

“I know right.”, He smirked a little. What’s with this boy, seriously?

“So tell me, have you finished your end of semester project?” I know he’s changing the topic, and usually, i would just answer it formally when someone i’m not close to trying to build a conversation, but this time, i have a strong urge to not turn this down.

Maybe its because we share the same birthday, maybe its because we both loves movies, or maybe its just because we need someone to share little talk in our hectic but, lonely daily life, that we ended up talk for the rest of the night, and the sun almost rise when i found him walk me to my apartment complex.

“So here it is,” I said when we reach my apartment, “Thanks for… the cake, i guess.” He smiled as he shoved his hand to his pocket, “You shouldn’t. Just treat me a birthday meal as a return instead.”

I was bewildered at first at his spontaneous way of thinking, but then again, when did i not when it comes to Kim Taehyung?

Looking at my expression, he just simply smirked abd shrugged it off.

“I’m off then, happy birthday.”, He said it once again.

“Yeah, happy birthday to you too.”, I said with half smile, and he turned around while waving his hand to me from behind.

I just froze there in front of my door, not because i’m still bewildered because of what happened and simply, his entire presence, but because i don'5 want this bubble to shatter so fast, afraid that nothing will change when i go to my class on moday.

Afraid that i’m just still going to be a mere aqcuintance of Kim Taehyung after today.

//

It’s been almost a week, and i’ve been frustated because i haven’t heard anything from Taehyung. I know that i shouldnt expecting something, but he was just so friendly last week that i’m, stupidly, thought that we could become friends or something after that. Well, we live in different world after all, so whats new, huh.

I only saw him once actually, in the cafetaria, but he looks so excited chatting with his popular clique that time that i don’t even dare to spare another look at his table again.

It’s not after another friday pass that i’m surprised by a mere text message asking me to feed him some barbeque, that could really sound rude, considering it comes from a mere acquintance.

But that acquintance is Kim Taehyung afterall.

So here i am, in front of the table full of barbeque, with Kim Taehyung happily chewing as we talk about this and that, but mostly about movie stuff.

“Have you heard about Director Kang’s short movie? The premiere will held on Busan’s Film Festival next week.” Taehyung ask excitedly. “Hmm, i heard that it’s going to be spectacular though? Isn’t it about children’s rebelion against parents in traditional environment?”

I couldn’t help but enjoyed every seconds i spend with him. Either i’m starting to have a crush on him, or maybe something more, or maybe i’m just awed by his friendliness and good looks, i’m just going to go for it.

Because for once i don’t want to think about risks, responsibilities, and worries about how should i survive in this tiring twenty-something life, that i just want to do what i want to do. And with Taehyung, i think i could do that. He has what i ache for, the spontaneous, simple way of thinking.

So when he walks be back to my apartment once again, i do what i never did before.

“Thank you, for the meal. I though you would like..” He left his sentence unfinished as he swipe his hair back, revealing a little of his forehead. And oh boy, i thought my heart stop beating right there.

“Turned it down?” I guess. “Yeah, something like that. But thank you, really. I really enjoy the conversation, and the food, of course.”, he chuckled.

“You shouldn’t though. You should’ve paid with another way.”, I said, mimicking him the last time i thanked him.

“You should take me to that movie premiere next week.”, i looked down and said it in one breath.

And he laughs. He laugh so heartily that i thought i made a mistake and i just embarassed myself.

But he grabbed my arm instead, “Really? You want to go watch that movie with me?!”

Me, bewildered just as usual, could only nodded a little and ask him in tiny voice, “You don’t want to?” “Of course i want to!” He grinned, but he let go of my arm suddenly.

“But you don’t have to thank me later on, you should just pay me instead.”

“Is this some kind of game to you, Kim Taehyung?” I put my hands on either side of my waist. And the corner of his lips twitch upwards.

“Maybe, maybe not.” “But either way, you have to pay for this in advance”, My brows furrowed,

“With what?”

And suddenly, he’d so close in front of me, and he whisper just below my lips.

“With this.”

Just like that, he captures my lips with his and for the split seconds i just froze there not knowing what to do.

But warm starts spreading from my lips, to my chest, and to my entire body. I’m finally giving in when he move his head to deepen his kiss, and i react by carefully placing my hands on the back of his neck.

I could feel him smiling against my lips as he place his arms around my waist, and of course, i couldn’t help but smile when he smile.

Whatever this relationship is, whatever he made me paid for the things he does for me tomorrow, or maybe on our next birthdays, i’m planning to go for it.

16/06/27 08.24AM

[taelicioso-blog]

Beach♡Date-//Taehyung fluff// It hasn’t been long since Taehyung, your boyfriend for almost 2 years, has arrived from the airport. He seemed to not have calmed down all day with fidgeting fingers and chatting nonstop. To be very honest, you hadn’t known what came over him. Knowing him, he’s mostly smooth but loves to joke around and laugh with you at silly things. Ever since you picked him up at the airport though, he’s seemed…nervous? “Y/N, let’s go to the beach.” Your eyes snapped to look up at his beautiful, bright chocolate eyes. Although quite random, you enjoyed the idea. “The beach? Okay!” After all, it has been a while since you’ve gone to the beach. The two of you have finally arrived at the beach, even though it wasn’t that big, it surely was relaxing. You also couldn’t help the memories of you and taehyung’s first date -and the ones that followed- flood back into your thoughts. A smile stretched across your face as Taehyung stared, mesmerized with the beauty that is you. He enjoyed the thought of knowing that you are, in fact, his. You catch him gazing at you and giggled. “Why are you staring at me like that?” He rolled his eyes and slipped his fingers through yours, gripping your hand gently. “I couldn’t help thinking about how much I love your smile. Plus, you seem to always calm my mind.” He smiled at you while you looked at him astonished. He sure knew how to make your heart light up in flames with burning passion and love. It made you grin all over again. “So, why’d you want to take me on a beach date?” You asked as you walked ahead of him to the water. You took your phone out wanting to take a picture of the calming view not noticing that Taehyung was doing the same; the only difference being that his calming view was none other than you. He snapped the photo and pocketed his phone right on time as you turned around with a questioning look. You were still awaiting his response. He walked up to you and reached out for your hand. “I just thought, that maybe, because this is the place we had our first date, that- that I would make this the place for something more special.” His eyes showed nervousness. Just like it did earlier that day. You didn’t understand his words. This made you more confused than before causing you to tilt your head to the side like a lost puppy. Your actions caused him to chuckle and poke your nose. What he did next was shocking. He slid his hand out of yours and went to get on one knee. As he did this, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out the one thing that you knew would change your life for the better. A little box was gently opened with his long fingers, showing a beautiful yet simple diamond in the middle of the just as beautiful ring. Words were whirling throughout your mind. Words that you wanted to let out, yet couldn’t be spoken. “Y/N, I have been thinking of this for a while now. I know this isn’t the most extravagant or fancy proposal, but I know how much you wouldn’t enjoy all that unnecessary attention. So, even though it isn’t big, I thought that this beach…our beach, would be the best place. So, the love of my life, the fire to my heart, the key to my life, Y/N, will you marry me?” His eyes lost all nervousness throughout his speech. He was filled with hope that you would say yes. Funny thing is, your response was more than just a yes. In the middle of his heartfelt speech, you had began to make a river with your tears. You were surprised that you could hear him over your sobs. At the end of his proposal, you jumped him with a hug; arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted you into the air. He pecked your forehead and you nuzzled into his neck. All you could do was repeatedly whisper, “Yes, yes, yes, yes” into his neck. He laughed with joy and slid the engagement ring onto your finger. “I can’t believe you…I’ve never cried so hard in my life-” He smiled and interrupted you with a kiss. He pulled away much quicker than you wanted him to. “Except for the time you wanted a puppy and we found one but turns out she had a owner.” You slapped his arm but couldn’t help to laugh along with him. You’ll never forget that memory, and you definitely will never forget this one.