#taehyunggie

[missdutch21md]

Music of the Night|4

A/N: Dear Readers, here is the next installment in the Phantom of the Opera AU! I hope you enjoy it!!! I also want to wish you all a Happy New Year!  💖 💖 

Soul  💖

Summary:The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.

Pairing:  Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MCUniverse: Phantom of the Opera AU

Word Count: 971

Genre: Fluff 🥰, Mature 🔞

Characters: rich! Seokjin, rich! Yoongi, dance instructor! hoseok, officer! Jimin, stagehand! Jungkook, chorus girl! BlackPink

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of religion (reader prays), stalking, slight yandere themes

Please keep in mind this is a work of FICTION this in no way reflects on any BTS members or Taehyung as a person. This is simply a story for the imagination.

Go B a c k | Turn P a g e | M. L i s t 

Chatter was heard around the orchestra when ___ made her way onto the stage behind the other chorus girls. It had been a few days since she had seen her teacher, every night she still dutifully went to wait for him to arrive.  

Jisoo eyed the other girl warily when she saw how quiet she was. Suddenly, Francesca the main soprano came onto the stage.  

“The patron must be coming,” Rose whispered.  

As though on cue, Jimin came into the great hall and was announced. The cast was put to work blocking and Francesca was brought to the front to practice with Maestro Namjoon while we rehearsed. While I worked through the day, I contemplated even going down into the chapel again, fearing yet more rejection from my teacher.  

The day passed mostly in a blur, the only thing of import that happened through the day was Jungkook finding a letter from the Opera Ghost yet again. He didn’t alert the entire staff this time and simply passed the letter along to Monsieur Yoongi. The stern man read the letter carefully and didn’t have anything to report it seemed.  

Against my better judgement, I went down to the chapel, I swore to myself that this would be the last time. As I prayed and practically begged God to please make him come, I finally heard his sweet, soft calls.

The joy that filled me overflowed. Tears were shed in relief as I called back to him. After a night of catching up and promising that I wouldn’t let the other girls sway me to do anything he deemed inappropriate, we resumed my studies and everything was as it used to be. (Though I insisted that My Angel of Music needed to make it up to me for leaving me for so long).  

The following six months were full of hard work and many lessons from Maestro Namjoon I enjoyed working with everyone. But my favorite part of the day was going down to the chapel to sing with my mysterious tutor.  

I had learned quickly that he was a shy person who preferred to not reveal himself to me. I respected his wishes to remain this way. It wasn’t my place to question him anyways. He was clearly my superior in the art of singing. And in composing. And everything. He taught me so many things that I couldn’t have dreamed to learn from my limited knowledge.  

My Angel, my tutor, was even continuing in teaching me how to read and write. I couldn’t thank God enough for sending me someone to confide in and to share my worries with who listened and didn’t belittle my thoughts. Someone who wanted to nurture me and to help me blossom into a stronger, better version of myself.  

I was so happy every night as I made my way down into the chapel and waited to hear the soft calls from the mysterious angel that watched over me. I asked him questions about the world, asking what he knew about and learned. Tonight, was no different.  

“Master,” I called out into the darkness around me.  

“Yes, My Angel?” I heard his deep voice echo out softly.  

“Do you think I will make a good lead soprano?” I postulated as I played with the hem of my tulle skirt as I sat taking my brief break to rest per his instruction.  

I heard a soft chuckle, “of course you will be, My Pupil,” his warm voice encouraged me. I perked up, happy that he had such faith in me. “That is why I am training you,” he added. “you will be absolutely perfect as the lead soprano.”  

I hummed happily and blushed with pride at his words. “I am so grateful to you, Master,” I hedged unsure of how to continue.  

“What is it?” his soft voice encouraged me with a light chuckle.  

“Will I ever get to see you, Master?” I asked.  

There was another chuckle, louder this time, he sounded so close that my nerves shot up and I took in a sharp breath with anticipation. “One day, My Pet,” he consoled me and chuckled more at my pout as I crossed my arms over my chest. “I think we’ve allowed your mind to wander enough,” he chided. “On your feet, Little Miss.”  

I complied immediately and dusted off my skirt to stand up tall and began my exercises again with him. After another half hour, the hidden genius told me to return to the rooms with the rest of the chorus girls. I sighed wistfully.  

“What is on your mind, Angel?” I heard his soft voice as though he was standing behind me.  

“I want to see you,” I huffed. “It’s been months since we first heard each other,” I trailed off and started up again when he said nothing. “I would like to be able to thank you properly for teaching me all that you do.”  

There was another stretch of silence, “when the time is right, you will be able to see me,” he answered.  

“Is that a promise?” I questioned clasping my hands tightly against my heart.  

“I promise,” he answered after another brief stretch of silence. “Now, off to bed, please don’t make me ask you again.”  

“Yes, Master!” I called jumping up and running up to the back of the opera house. Once I made it to the main landing, I gasped; I hadn’t said my evening prayers yet! I ran back down and apologized to God for my momentary lapse in sanity. I asked him to forgive me though because I was going to finally be able to meet my teacher. He promised! My angel promised me! After my rushed prayers to The Lord, I scampered up the stairwell again and back up to the room.  

[nomnommin]

NO FUCKING WAY PARK JIMIN

[taehanstic-baby]

Taehyung CHOKER Appreciation Ft. HOTCUTENESS

Taehyung in chokers will be the death of me like look at all of these pics

I don’t know if these two pics are the same but Imma upload it anyways since it’s KIM TAEHYUNG

Taehyung in the run era though....

Like can he not stick out his tongue...

Well I cannot blame him... for being cute

OKaay I guess Tae just decided to do stick out his tongue and wreck my hearteu

OKay I’m done with this... I cannot contain my feels

Taehyung stop being cute, you’re gonna make me melt with your cuteness.. LIKE STOP

How the fuck did he change that cute ass smile into a freaking sexy smile??

Tae stop with that lip bite

Ahh~ Kim Taehyung so beautiful 

I know that these last pics arent him wearing chokers but just look how freaking hot and handsome he is... am I right?

I seriously don’t know why he can change into two different person.. 

V becomes Taehyung like is he same person?

OHMAGAD TAE YOUR EXPRESSION THOUGHH

I’m too obsessed with Taehyung but who wouldnt be anyways lol, Kim TAEHYUNG is too handsome and i’m telling you guys once again... KIM TAEHYUNG IS TOOOO HANDSOME 

[nomnommin]

Ughhhh

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[jeonjungkoos]

taehyung being a cutie

[smuttyassholes]

how many fruit flies fit up taehyunggy’s bootyflaps?v?v?vv??????

After watching Leafy's live, all the spam comments and all these crack asks are pretty much the same and I hate it 💀

- asshole 4

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

House Of Cards || K.SJ || 6

A JOURNEY

Pairing : Kim Seokjin X Reader

Genre: Fluff for now

Summary : When a war threatens the world of Mythica, the four greatest tribes are forced to work together in order to defeat the darkness. You and Jin are from two different tribes, two different backgrounds and are expected to stand together in order to save everyone you love. Will you two put aside your diffrences in order to save the world or will you fail?

Wordcount: 0.9k

Info Chapter | House Of Cards Masterlist | Next

Yoongi watches as you and Jin sit down at the stable where the rest of your friends are, the both of you excitedly chatting about something.

" What are you two so excited about?" Namjoon asks curiously as you sit down beside him, Jin beside Hoseok.

" She's going to teach me how to make more out of my soulmate bond." Jin smiles.

Namjoon looks suprised at the news and turns to you.

" Yep. He wanted to learn, so why not. It does more good than bad anyway." You smile.

Namjoon shrugs and nods.

" That's true."

" Wait, what do you mean make more out of your soulmate bond hyung?" Taehyung asks from across from you.

" She can make fire out of her palm, Taehyunggie! She does that trough the soulmate bond. I want to learn on how to do that too." Jin gushes in excitement.

Yoongi's eyes widen as he catches on.

" Wait you guys can't do that?" He asks.

" Jiminnie and I can't either. Is that a bad thing?" Hoseok asks.

Namjoon and Jungkook's eyes widen too.

You're the only one who unsuprised, having learned that a few hours back.

" Why don't you teach all of them?" Yoongi asks you.

Now your eyes do widen.

" What? Why?" You ask.

" You know better than even the chiefs on how the soulmate bond works." Yoongi explains.

" Wait, really?" Taehyung asks suprised.

You rub the back of your head with a sheepish smile.

" She used to survive on it." Yoongi tells the other proudly.

" Wow, that's so cool." Jimin tells you quietly.

" Okay, how about this. We all teach them?" You say.

" That's cool with me." Namjoon smiles.

" How do you want to do that?" Jungkook asks.

" Well, I don't know but we'll figure it out." You say sheepishly.

Jungkook high fives you while Yoongi shakes his head as if he's a tired parent.

" Now that's a plan." Jungkook gushes.

" So, what are you guys' elements?" Namjoon asks them.

All horse boys look at each other in confusion.

" I mean, Lovely doesn't have any magical powers. So I don't think he's connected with any of them." Jimin pouts.

" Every animal who is soulmate bonded is in touch with an element." Yoongi deadpans.

" Oh." Is Jimin's only reply.

" Sapphire's element is water. I can see by her coat colour and she always rests near the water at home." You tell them.

Jin only now realizes that Sapphire indeed does usually rest near water.

" I think Phoenix is in touch with fire, he once avoided me being burnt to a crisp when I was younger by prancing against the fire. He wouldn't shut up about it for a week straight." Taehyung said.

" I think Mang's in touch with air." Hoseok mused out loud.

Yoongi nodded.

" That's true." 

" How do you know?" Jungkook looked at Yoongi in curiosity and suspicion.

" I'm his babysitter, dimwit." Yoongi deadpanned.

" I think Lovely's in touch with earth." Namjoon says, ignoring Jungkook and Yoongi's quarrel

" Hol' up. We're all tied with someone from this table?" You ask in realization.

Everyone looks at each other before nodding and shrugging.

" Then why don't you all teach us by who we're sorted with?" Jin piped up.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

" That's fair." Taehyung shrugged.

" Okay, stone paper scissors on who's going to tell Jairzinho." 

Luckily, you won, meaning you didn't have to tell him.

-

" Why are we going to be traveling?"  Jin asks as he once again packed some of his stuff.

This time he wasn't carrying the stuff he himself would have packed, like clothes and Sapphire's brushes, now he was only packing a little amount of food, as you had informed him to only carry the most essential stuff, the rest you would be able to create yourself.

How Jin was supposed to be able to create clothes by water, he wasn't sure either.

" I personally think that it'll be best to learn your birth element in a place with more water." You explain to him while searching for something.

" What are you looking for?" Jin asked.

" A map. I know only part of where we're supposed to go." You tell him while rummaging trough a random cabinet.

" Where are we even going?" He asks.

" Can't tell you. It's a surprise." You tell him as you throw him a lopsided smile over your shoulder.

" Okay?" 

" Finally! I found it!" You say, throwing something on the table in fromt of you.

Jin moves to stand behind you, curiously looking over your shoulder.

You try not to get affected by the close proximity.

" Wow, so this is what the world looks like." Jin says as he traces the curves and lines from behind you.

" You've never seen a map before?" You ask him.

" No, I have. But the ones in the Pegasus Tribe only show the fae lands." He explains.

You nod.

" Alright, well let's pack the last few stuff and go."

-

" You know, when you told me that it would be a suprise, I tough you meant something nice like a pool or a beautiful lake!!" Jin screams to you over the sound of the waves.

" Why what's wrong with the Atlantic Ocean?!" You yell back as waves crash beneath the four of you, Sapphire barely managing to stay in the air.

Everything. Jin thinks.

[ally-127]

paris with taehyung : 2

chapter 1 link here

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: romance; pure fluff and smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader x idol!taehyung ; established relationship

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s just been far too long since he’d seen her, he would practically do anything. even if it’s abrupt—like buying a one-way ticket for her to travel halfway across the world without telling her. night(s) spent at a fancy hotel might simply be the perfect way to make up for what they’ve lost in the months they’ve been apart.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a glimpse of dom!taehyung; dirty talk; teasing

it was kim taehyung singing in the shower.

he seemed to be practising his high notes in the shower, waking every single guest in this hotel building. of course, he didn’t dare to sing like this on stage, in public. only when you were there, he would unleash who he really was, the really quirky and dorky kim taehyung. you sighed and rolled your eyes with a smile, although he wasn’t there to see it.

“hey taehyunggie,” you called out as you slid off the bed to stand outside the bathroom door. “i think the entire hotel can hear you.”

“good,” he yelled back, deep voice echoing off the marble in the shower and out the door to you. “maybe jimin might be able to hear me next door.”

“he’s here?” you raised your eyebrows in surprise and pressed your cheek against the mahogany door of the bathroom.

the downpour of water was brought to a halt. you heard a low groan of the shower door being pushed open.

“the entire bangtan is here, silly.” you heard him chuckle in the bathroom.

“if you don’t come out soon,” you wanted to test the waters a little by teasing taehyung, since his members were living under the same roof as you two. “i think i’ll have to spend the night with jin.”

at that, the wooden door abruptly opened, causing you to stumble forward and into the bare chest of taehyung. you pressed your palms to his chest, not daring to look down. a strong wave of jasmine from the shampoo hit you as soon as your bodies collided. once you felt the material of a towel brush your thigh, you exhaled through your nose in relief.

he wasn’t fully naked.

“what’d you say?” the corner of his lips crooked up into a smirk. his toned arms circled around your waist for support and kept you from falling down to the ground.

“i said,” you cleared your throat. a sudden rush of audacity rushed through your system. slowly, you run your hands up his chest to his neck, eyes catching the way his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. “that if you don’t hurry, you can find me in seokjin’s room.”

under your fingertips, you feel the warm and tender crevices of his skin. he wasn’t the most muscular man, but he had lean muscles here and there from the physical demand of dancing. you looked up and gazed into his eyes. you could tell he was trying to hide his arousal, and he was doing a great job at it.

“jin, huh?” his eyes narrowed, grinning devilishly. “what on earth would you be doing with him?”

“i don’t know,” you said with obvious, false indifference. “things i would be doing with you, maybe.”

“is that so?” taehyung hooked his fingers through the belt of your silk robe, the grin of a devil still hanging by his lips.

“why,” you taunted him further, a wide smile playing by your lips. “jealous?”

he snapped his teeth playfully at you, giggling right after. taehyung tugged you close to him and into an embrace once again. before you could react, his lips adhered onto the skin behind your ear and you fought the urge to moan. his lips left wet marks as he trailed down the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you rested your hand on his collarbone, gripping it while you tilted your head to the side to give him access to the stretch of skin by the crook of your neck.

the sounds of your progressively heavy breathing combined with his were interrupted by the ding of the bell.

“that better be room service,” he said, low like a growl. “as much as i’m starving for you, love, i’m hungrier for food.”

with that, taehyung escaped into the bathroom to shove on some clothes. you had to clench your thighs shut as his words took effect in your system. you were suddenly cold without his warmth. a rush of hormones coursed through your body while the ghost of his lips and his touch haunted you. you breathe in deeply and exhale to calm your vicious state of mind.

a plain, white t-shirt and flannel pyjama pants was what he opted for when he brushed past you to get to the front door of your suite. you leaned by the divider between the living room and the bedroom with your arms crossed, expecting a whole cart of food to arrive.

you were unable to hear the words exchanged between the hotel staff and taehyung except for the multiple thank you’s after he was given the tray of food. he held the tray with both hands, a content smile plastered on his face as he peered down at the tray.

making him happy was easy because he was so easily satisfied, even with the smallest of things. such as the single stalk of rose that was placed in a mini vase right beside the plate of food he was given.

he brought the tray to the bed instead of the table in the sitting room like you would have guessed. he sat on the side of the bed that wasn’t crumpled, the side where you hadn’t occupied yet.

you crawled up the bed to join him by his side. the smell of roast steak drifted up your nostrils, along with the familiar scent of french fries. you sat down only to watch him dive right into his meal as if he didn’t eat for weeks.

while he ate, you continued with your drawing, making sure that you held the cover up so he couldn’t see it.

“what are you drawing?” he asked, as you’d predicted he would.

“something,” you mumbled, shading the hair of your drawing.

“did you know—“ he reached forward to swipe a finger across your bottom lip. “—that you always have that tongue of yours under your teeth when you’re concentrating?”

“no, i didn’t know that.” you shook your head, looking up to see him smiling at you.

“it’s cute,” he cracked a small laugh.

you hid your embarrassment by grinning and glancing away from his intense gaze.

“please tell me what you’re drawing,” his lips formed a pout and his eyes became wide with plea.

“when i’m done,” you muttered. “i promise.”

“are you drawing a portrait?” he shoved a piece of steak in his mouth, chewing it loudly, as he normally would.

he took a fry and popped it in your mouth to which you willingly ate.

you nodded wordlessly while the sounds of pencil scrapes filled the room. discreetly, you flash a look at the current state his hair, still damp from the shower he just took. your eyes noted the details, your fingers around the pencil executing what you saw.

taehyung was a fast eater. he gobbled everything down without a single word exchanged between the both of you. instead of leaving the empty plates on the bed, you watched him take the tray outside to the sitting area once he was done, so your bed wouldn’t smell like food for the whole night. he knew the both of you would hated it if it did, even if it didn’t bother any of you right now.

he paused to pick up the stem of rose that was on the tray between his fingers. he ambled his way back to the bed, body swaying lazily in a rhythm he set in his own head.

“are you finished with your drawing?”

“no, tae,” you sighed, your hand already aching from the amount of shading you were doing. “not just yet.”

“just let me know when you’re finished,” he stretched his arms. an adorable sound that resembled a puppy emitted from his lips, a paradox to his usual deep rumble.

the corners of your lips lifted just a little. “i will.”

“oh yeah,” he made his way toward you and held out the rose as an offering. “this is for you, my love.”

“thank you,” your smile widened, taking the rose from him and setting it down beside you.

you heard his footsteps pad their way to the bathroom, not bothering too much about it.

taehyung was always lost in his own little world when you yourself were busy doing your own thing and paying him no attention. one second he would be looking out the window, and then he would be snuggling beside you in the other. now he was in the bathroom, probably getting ready for bed.

he wandered out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth while he held his phone on one hand.

“i’m going to play music,” he mumbles with a mouth filled with toothpaste.

once again, you nodded absent-mindedly. familiar lyrics and beats began to play softly in the background. it was taehyung’s playlist. you knew he’d always loved songs that were acoustic and downbeat.

you hummed softly to the music, now working on taehyung’s irises in your drawing.

the bed sunk down on one side as his weight settled next to you once again a few minutes later. he was swift with his actions so he managed to steal a glance at your drawing.

“is that me?” his eyes widened in surprise.

you froze in shock for a second but then you realised it wasn’t that a big of a deal. yet your heart pounded against your chest and your teeth nibbled down on your bottom lip. “it is.”

he took the book from your hands, eyes scanning over the drawing of himself.

you took a moment to observe him in a state that he’s unaware you were looking at him.

no picture, no drawing or painting could ever recreate what you could see right in front of your eyes. he was a masterpiece in itself. his beauty, the perfect proportion of his facial features. his angular jawline and cheekbones, sharp and soft in all the right places. his tan skin, his full lips, his defined eyebrows. the enchanting sight of him never failed to intoxicate the human eye, men and women alike.

“this is amazing,” he breathed. “you even got the mole under my nose,” he flipped the drawing over to show you where he was pointing, at the tiny little detail you added.

your lip couldn’t seem to escape your teeth, even as you smiled sneakily at him. you covered your face with a hand. you were rarely embarrassed in front of taehyung, except now. he seemed to notice, smiling even wider now as he saw your expression.

“ai, y/n,” he cooed, reaching over to you to cup your face with his large hands teasingly. “don’t be shy.”

“stop it,” you clicked your tongue pushed his hands away.

he laughed with his head thrown back. “what other things have you drawn besides my beautiful face––” he mused, flipping through the pages before pausing on a specific one. “aigoo, yeontan is here!”

you glanced at the drawing of his dog adoringly and felt an ache in your chest. this one, you added colour so it looked more realistic compared to just a simple pencil sketch. you missed that little rascal and it’s barely been a day since you last saw him. you couldn’t imagine what it was like for taehyung to be apart from his little furry son for so long.

“ah, i miss him so much.” he grazed a finger lightly across the drawing. his eyes glazed over as he reminisced over his dog.

when he’s overwhelmed with emotions, he loved to let out sounds like ‘ah’ or ‘ai’ or his favourite, ‘aigoo’.

“he misses his dad too,” you rested your head on his shoulder, the both of you just staring at the picture, as if looking at the picture for an extended period of time might bring it to life.

“i miss waking up and seeing him at the foot of our bed,” he murmured and then turned to you, eyes soft and eyebrows drawn in. “i miss waking up and seeing you next to me.”

“i miss waking up next to you,” you whisper so quietly the sound barely travelled the distance between your lips and his ear.

“you better be here tomorrow morning,” he tapped your nose. “this better not be a dream.”

“you want me to pinch you?” you jolted up, suddenly excited.

he chuckled and shook his head. “you sadist,” he spat playfully and put your sketchbook to the side before gripping your wrists and pinning you against the bed. “you enjoy seeing me in pain, huh?”

you grinned and looked up at him. “admittedly, yes.”

the wicked smirk never left his face as he leaned down, blowing into your ear and making you yelp. the grip he had on your wrists made you restrained under him. he laughed darkly, sending tingles down your spine. you gave up and went completely rigid, so much he laughed.

“let go,” you sighed, smiling sadly in defeat.

“what are the magic words?” he teased.

“please?” you gave him the puppy eyed look that only he could master.

“fine,” taehyung let you go.

in that moment where his guard was down, it was your turn to tackle him. you pushed him up against the headboard, sitting up to straddle his hips as you settled your weight onto him.

he let out an ‘oof’ from the light impact of his back against the wooden surface of the headboard. you reached to the side to retrieve your sketchbook that he’d tossed the side, opening to the page where you left off and continued to shade using the pencil that you left trapped between the pages.

your face was a mere five inches from him, each detail, with the help of your contact lenses, could be seen. each pore, each subtle crease and the different shades of brown in his hair, you could see.

taehyung kept his knees up to support your back as you finished off your drawing. you felt his fingers push your bangs to the side, away from your eyes, twirling the side pieces in the process.

in one way or another, you could say he had you wrapped around his finger.

and you had him wrapped around yours.

“tell me about your day,” you said abruptly amid the silence.

“hm?” he hummed, eyes exploring your face as you drew his down.

“how was your day today?” you asked quietly, eyes never leaving your work of art.

“it was okay,” he said, unenthusiastic and forced. “i feel so drained, physically.”

you stopped drawing and looked up at him, concern lacing your features. “do you want to sleep now?”

“no, keep going,” he covered his hand over your paused one. “i don’t want to sleep tonight.”

“why on earth not?” you questioned, proceeding as he’d requested.

“because,” his eyes were fixed on you. you could sense him becoming serious and in some ways, desperate. “i want to spend every minute every second with you.”

“i’m staying for five days,” you reassured him.

“that long?” he was taken aback.

you glanced up again to see his wide eyes look at you in disbelief, lips parted.

“what about your work?” he’d always known how devoted you were to your job.

“they let me off a week,” you explain concisely. “told me i needed a break.”

“that––” taehyung slid the sketchbook out of your hands slowly. his slim fingers gripped the pages carefully as he set it down on the bedside table on your side of the bed. “––i agree with.”

you were about to protest but couldn’t as his lips found yours, his arms twisting around your waist. the cool breeze of toothpaste from him caressed the cavity of your mouth. it was a sweet sensation: the familiar mould of his lips against yours, the touches he gave your chin, your jaw, your waist.

he flipped the two of you over, immediately in a position where he was lying in between your legs. he did all this without once breaking his lips from yours. it took him years to perfect that.

“you work too hard, y/n.” he muttered between the small gap of his lips.

“i should be the one saying that,” you murmured in reply.

“i chose to go on tour,” he braced both his arms beside your head. “—well, kind of—but you, on the other hand, work your ass off because you need to for a living and you refuse any help that i can give you.”

“i know, i know.” he said before you could open your mouth to defend your choices. he shushed you, pressing an index finger against your lips. “i’m just saying,” he said. “i need to take your mind off of work.”

“i need to take yours off,” you replied and let your fingers play with his hair as he hovered above you.

“maybe you do,” his lips peppered kisses along your temple, to your forehead, your eyebrow and down to the tip of your nose.

he paused, looking up as if he’d been struck with a sudden realisation. “i completely forgot to say this but... i love you.”

“i forgot about it too,” you murmured and laughed along with him.

“it’s okay,” his shoulders shook from his chuckles. “sometimes, words don’t need to be said.”

“sometimes,” you glanced up at him, knowing what exactly was about to happen.

“sometimes,” taehyung repeated as he rested his head in the space above the crook of your shoulder. he took a long inhale of your scent. “ah, you smell so good.”

“we used the same body wash and shampoo,” you pointed out while a laugh tumbled through you.

he leaned back up to give you a smile brighter than the sun. “i missed your laugh.”

“relax,” you teased him. “it’s been five months, not five years.”

“five months too long,” he brought his lips back to yours. “it felt like a decade.”

you could feel his sudden, lingering desire thrum through you like a wave.

he began kissing your neck, finishing up what he started an hour or so ago, before room service interrupted him. a sound of pleasure left your lips when you felt his teeth sink into your skin, immediately marking you.

this was the feeling that was missing.

the insatiable need for the heat, the fervour of his grip on your wrist and your hips, of his lips on your neck. months you were deprived of it and you didn’t realise just how much you were ravenous for it. your fingers tangled in his soft hair, pulling him closer to you until his torso was pressed against yours.

“god,” he said as he broke away momentarily to catch his breath. he rested his forehead on yours. “i don’t ever want to leave you again.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you shut your eyes as the dull pain of longing emerged, stabbing at you.

right now you relished the weight of his body as it pressed against you, the pressure of his lean abdomen against yours, his erection against the inside of your thigh, his legs tangled with yours. during those long months, with the image and imagination of taehyung in between your legs from the back of your mind, your fingers became your best friend.

as if he read your mind, he whispered, “do you touch yourself when i’m away?”

you bit on your lip, eyes still closed as you let his deep voice engulf you whole. his voice, dark and sultry, sent shivers down your spine. his words drew moisture between your legs, drew thrill in your chest. he growled in response to your slow nod that was the answer to his dangerous question.

your eyes snapped open as you felt the cold air of the hotel room pierce your body.

taehyung had untied your bathrobe, exposing your body to the open of the cold hotel room. you were laid out in only your underwear right under him like his feast, his main course after his starter. if he was anybody else, you would’ve felt degraded, objectified.

but this was taehyung.

he loved you, worshipped you in ways you couldn’t explain. you knew the immense respect he held for women, for you. thus, you let him do this. you let him look at you like you were his dessert, something sweet he was one step away from savouring.

he slid the robe out from under you after slipping your arms from it, bunching the material in one hand while the other kept his body hovering above yours. “how dare you wear such a thing, when you know anyone could knock on the door and see you like this?” his voice had grown thick with demand as he roughly flung the silk to the ground.

at that, you had no idea what to say. “i––”

“you want jin to see you like this?” he questioned. he lifted himself up so he was kneeling between your legs, torso completely detached from yours. he gave you a devious, tight-lipped smirk. a warning that he was about to do something that would make you wince. “hm?”

once again, you were right. he ran a finger over your slit, making your fingers fist the satin sheets beside you and hiss out from the contact. “fuck.”

“tell me, y/n,” he muttered. “who do you want to see in this?”

“you, taehyung,” you rasped as he repeated the motion, forcing an answer out of you. “only you.”

you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, the silhouette of his fingers on your clit making you wonder where in the world he was.

the sight in front of you was simply out of this world.

his hair was a mess from your fingers running through them, just like the expression in his eyes––ravaged by hunger and need. his breaths that escaped his red lips were heavy. you saw the tent that rose between his legs, against the flannel material of his pants. he was literally dripping from lust.

yet, he continued to tease you.

he seemed to find satisfaction, delight in trying to push you to the edge.

when you couldn’t help it anymore, your hand slid in between your legs to make up for what taehyung didn’t want to give you.

“only i can do that,” as expected, he stopped your hand from going any further with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. “it’s what i’m here for.”

taglist: @minjiyeonnie

chapter 3 link here

[namjoonchronicles]

Hi! i hope you’re having a lovely day, thank you for the new fic!! :) the last sentence was SO impactful it changed my life forever no joke hahaha. stay safe! xo

💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕 i have a newfound love for Taehyunggie, hence the fic....

Look at HIM

[btsvines]

when trying to be cool backfires  

[cupofteaguk]

breath of spring

summary: he works with color all day, but you just might be the brightest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. 

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader

genre: florist au | fluff

word count: 9k

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The regular nine a.m. call time finds Kim Taehyung at the forefront of the shop, gritting teeth together as he tries to balance the morning coffee along with his keys while trying to make sure his backpack won't fall down his arm to disrupt his attempt. He barely manages the feat, somehow able to unlock and push open the front door before the coffee spills over. Both hands find their place again underneath the tray as he uses his hips to propel the door closed behind him.

Much like usual morning greetings, he doesn’t get one except for the sweet, floral fragranced scent that is as sharp and prominent as it is comforting and sweet. He's been working here for a little more than three years, yet the sight and smell of flowers never fail to bring a smile to his face, never fails to help bring forth some good cheer to his day as he roams towards the back of the shop. He rests the coffee on the counter, slipping off his backpack to situate it in the back room, returning back to the floor to get things started before Kim Namjoon arrives. There isn’t much, just setting up the cashier and watering the plants and rearranging some bouquets that are due to be picked up first thing in the morning. Some adjustments here and there, giving the flowers a last minute spray to give it a fresh, dewy, appearance. He’s just setting down the second of five bouquets when the bell overhead jingles in correspondence to the arrival of someone new.

Taehyung looks up from his spraying, eyes lighting up as he takes in the newest addition to the shop. “Good morning!” He greets brightly to the customer, a man with a hesitance in his step, looking lost yet like he’s supposed to be here and Taehyung is well-tuned to his attitude at once. “Can I help you with something?”

“Um, yes,” The man speaks up. “I’m here to pick up a bouquet? My brother placed the order a few weeks ago, but I’m just here to grab it for him.”

“Of course,” Taehyung remarks, asking for a name of the order that the man fills in with at once. He finds the bouquet with ease, gently placing the vase atop the counter and setting himself up to ring up the order. “Is he aware that we have a delivery service where we offer to drop off the bouquet for our customers for free?”

The man perks slightly at that. “No, I don’t think he was aware of that. But I’ll let him know in case he decides to come back.”

Taehyung grins. “Well, that’d be awesome if he decides to come back.” He then proceeds to relay the total, a dollar amount given by the man, before Taehyung is gently pushing the vase of flowers towards the man. “Tell your brother he’s welcomed back anytime, as are you.”

The grin is returned, thanks exchanged, the man taking the vase carefully within his grasp as he makes his way back towards the entrance. For a moment, it looks as if he's on route to struggle with opening the door, and Taehyung is about to detach himself from his position behind the counter to offer his assistance, before a familiar figure through the glass makes him ease his movements and the smile spread itself across his lips.

On the other side of the door, the familiar figure quickly opens the door to allow the man to step through and out with the vase still in his hand, the former bidding him a quick and easy farewell. “Morning pick ups already starting, huh?”

“Morning to you too, Jimin,” Taehyung greets as he sets aside an extra copy of the receipt to be recorded down into the books for later in the day. He then holds up the tray of coffee he had brought in. “I have coffee.”

Jimin visibly beams at the sight. “Thanks Taehyunggie,” The boy gushes, pulling his respective order out and bringing the cup to his lips to immediately down some of the liquid. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction, lowering the cup back onto the table. “Are the orders for this morning’s pickup done?”

“Almost,” Taehyung answers. “I just need to give them one last spray.”

So the morning is spent in this fashion, like a routine, but amongst this dizzying assortment of colors and smells and variety, it still manages to feel like home. More than a home, it feels like a piece of himself has been permanently rooted to the shop, this little corner where the flowers allow him to express emotions that are often too afraid to make its way to the surface of his face. He takes a particular joy in getting to structure declaration of admiration or love for other people, people who trust him to add in and deliver forth a creation made to the best of his abilities. He’s been working with Kim Namjoon in this floral shop for nearly three years, yet there is always variety in his days—even in the most seemingly of insignificant ways.

Much like most small brick and mortar stores, the place is a comfort, an inclusive area where he gets to do what he loves with the coworkers who are more friends and family than general business associates. The workers and himself have known each other for so long that there is no expectation beyond working hard for the customers and providing forth the best quality of flowers and bouquets as possible—which has never been a hard order for Taehyung to fulfill. He’s always worked hard no matter the circumstances, no matter if Kim Namjoon’s shop has seemed to garner a high reputation for their craft throughout the years. If anything, it’s about maintaining the quality, constantly desiring to better himself both on an individual level and for the loyal and new customers.

He and Jimin are just finishing the final touches on the morning bouquets when the door opens to reveal the man himself entering the shop, looking as if he’s been running around for hours and Taehyung would not be surprised if that were actually the case. As the owner, Namjoon shoulders more than anyone else here. He takes on more orders, does more deliveries, manages the financials, makes those connections, and so much more that Taehyung cannot even begin to imagine the responsibility that comes with being held accountable for the entirety of a store. But it suits Namjoon.

“You look like you’ve had a long morning already hyung,” Jimin notes, drumming his fingers on the counter as Namjoon approaches and immediately makes a note to grab the last coffee in the tray.

“I just had to be here early to pick the orders and then drive around for delivery,” Namjoon brushes off as if this is no big deal, although Taehyung knows from some previous firsthand experience that it’s relatively exhausting to drive out from location to location while trying not to get lost and making sure that the delicacy of the flowers are not ruined from the ride into a vehicle. “Oh, Tae, that reminds me, I need you to do a delivery during the afternoon—it’s in downtown and pretty out of the way for the other order locations so I won’t be able to make it in time, but it needs to be dropped off today.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Taehyung brushes off, fishing out the box of orders that contain details of expectations as well as potential addresses for delivery or pick up times. Distributing today’s deliveries and pickups, he and Jimin immediately set on preparing the orders.

It’s like clockwork, but the boy wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves everything about it. He loves selecting the lilies and the roses and the sunflowers, the tulips and apple blossoms, the sweet williams and the baby’s breath, lily of the valley—all the names he knows by heart. He loves the arrangement of colors that give him an outlet to express his feelings on affection, friendship, appreciation, and love, especially considering how difficult it is for him to do it on his own.

People come in and out of the shop as the morning slowly bleeds into the afternoon, orders being picked up or regulars coming in for small conversation or to browse possible new selections or to ask for advice on certain flowers or gestures of romantic intentions. It’s normal for Taehyung to receive questions about what kind of flower would suit certain occasions, and the boy definitely does not mind. He answers the inquiries with ease or to the best of his ability, given the information that different customers supply him with.

In fact, today strangely feels busier than the average cycle of the sun, so much so that Jimin has to disappear for thirty minutes to pick up some McDonalds for the trio to munch on in between attending to pick-ups and walk ins.

Around three o’clock, Namjoon enlists Taehyung to help load the van of bouquets and vases, fresh and finished and glimmering underneath the sunlight as the crates ensure nothing will topple over unexpectedly during the drive. Taehyung confirms the addresses and corresponding orders before Namjoon is off with one last reminder in regards to Taehyung’s own little delivery into downtown.

At three-thirty, Kim Seokjin enters the shop and the reassuring sight of two people manning the counter is enough to let Taehyung take his own leave. The bouquet for this particular drop off had been made for some surprise birthday gesture, a man to his girlfriend, and the red passion of roses intermingling with the pink and white and the yellow and the purple is enough to reflect that the girlfriend is probably as bright as she is cheerful and kind-hearted. It’s definitely one of Taehyung’s favorite bouquets that he’s been able to make, in spite of its traditional and rather cliche aspects, but his adoration for it is all the same as he carefully stores the vase into a crate in the trunk of his car for the drive into downtown. The city skyscrapers and architecture landscapes loom overhead as Taehyung takes in the bustling crowds of people, phones in hand as he notices that everyone is trying to get everywhere at once and it’s all chaos and relentless nature and he may have spent years under the company of traffic and rush but he doesn’t miss it. He doesn’t miss the pressure of schedules and contact phone calls, emails and travels and demands of the corporate setting. He doesn’t miss the black and white, more than happy that he traded in that life for colors and expressions.

He finds parking out in the front of the building corresponding to the provided address, making sure to have a receipt and a nametag with the corresponding shop name across the front before stepping out and elbowing the handicap button to order for the doors to slide open automatically. He slips through, walking towards the well-dressed man in a suit behind the counter, just getting off the phone with someone.

“Hi, what can I help you with?” The man inquires.

“Hi,” Taehyung replies. “I’m from Kim Namjoon’s Floral Shop and I have a delivery here for a…” He takes a quick glance at the to on the order sheet. “Karly? It says here that she works on the eighth floor.” He hands over aforementioned order sheet to the man.

“Kim Namjoon’s Floral Shop, hm?” The man says, sneaking a quick glance up at Taehyung. “Your boss comes in here a lot doing deliveries. Everyone here in the building seems to really like what you guys are doing.”

“Ah, well, yes, he’s out doing deliveries on the other side of town for today,” Taehyung discloses, but he smiles. “But thank you, I’m glad to hear that.”

The man nods. “Let me give the eighth floor receptionist a call to let her know that you’re coming up before I send you on your way.” Taehyung barely returns the nod before the man has put the company phone to his ear, dialed a few buttons, before he’s speaking. “Hey, someone from Kim Namjoon’s floral shop is here to drop something off for Karly. Okay, cool, I’ll send him up.” He puts the phone down. “You’re good to go. Here, let me put you through.” With the jerk of his head, he leads Taehyung towards the glass barriers closing off access to the elevators. A slide of a card, and he’s through, guiding Taehyung to an opening elevator, where the card is pressed to a pad once more, this time followed by a floor number button being pushed.

“Thank you,” Taehyung says, just as the elevator is closing before he is soon alone with the company of his thoughts and the light jazz that floats through the air. He taps his foot lightly on the ground, eyes roaming about to take in his surroundings, waiting, until a noise of confirmation sounds through to let him know that he has reached the eighth floor.

The doors slide open to reveal a small little separate room of three elevators lined up side by side, the wall on the opposite end decorated in photographs. Turning to the right, Taehyung notices a desk at the end of the hall, a girl situated behind said desk, a phone cradled in between ear and shoulder, keyboard clicking furiously to keep up with the depth of the conversation. A goodbye is bidded, phone hung up, finishing the activity, and Taehyung finally decides to approach the desk.

You look up after catching movement out of the corner of your eye, and you deliver forth a bright smile. “Hi there,” You greet, straightening out of your seat at once. “You’re from Namjoon’s shop, right?”

Something about your smile is dazzling, startlingly so, and Taehyung stares. “U-Um,” He stammers, looking down at the bouquet of flowers and realizing that perhaps, he’d rather look at something else for a little bit longer. “Y-Yes, I am.”

If you notice Taehyung’s completely nervous, slightly star-struck disposition over the encounter, you don’t say anything. “Well, the bouquet is absolutely beautiful,” You say, sighing as Taehyung notices you leaning across the space to rest your elbows on the counter separating you and him. “Are you a florist like Namjoon or do you mostly do deliveries?”

“I actually mostly just arrange the bouquets,” Taehyung says with a shrug. “Delivery isn’t really something I do a lot.”

“Well, you’re friendly and polite, and you’ve got a charming smile—you seem to be ticking off all the right boxes so far!”

He can’t tell if you’re joking around to try and ease the tension in his shoulders, or if you’re trying to flirt with him, but provided that you’re wearing the same patient and understanding smile from a few seconds ago, he can only assume the former. Still, the fact that you’re able to get the compliment out with such ease launches his heart into an overdriving state as he can feel the flush crawling up the back of his neck. “T-Thank you,” He manages, staring over at you through his lashes to avoid receiving the full impact of your smile. It doesn’t work, because your smile appears to merely widen.

“C’mon, I’ll show you where Karly’s desk is,” You say, smiling still plastered as you jerk your head and detach yourself from the desk to lead Taehyung into the main office space that is littered with cubicles and conversations and people running to and from in order to reach whatever destination has been previously implanted in this mind. “It’s Karly’s birthday today,” You explain, continuing to step in front of Taehyung, giving him a perfect view of your backside—not that he’s trying to stare, or anything. But when he can barely make out the curve of your shoulders from the sleeveless blouse you’re wearing, it leaves behind curiousity and even more embarrassment to light itself in his chest. “Her boyfriend even called me to let me know about the flowers.”

“It’s romantic,” Taehyung adds in with a shrug, pressing his lips together when you throw another smile at him over your shoulder, turning back around quickly to take him down the long wall of desks until you finally near one.

“Karly, guess what came for you!” You inquire suddenly, stopping to prop yourself against one of the cubicles as you give your attention to one of the girl’s who just appears to be finished responding to another long list of emails.

The girl behind the desk, who Taehyung can only assume at this point is the infamous Karly, immediately starts grinning at the sight of the bouquet. Having someone else’s attention besides yours relaxes Taehyung to a certain extent as he delivers a little smile and offers the bouquet. “Happy birthday,” He says as Karly jumps out of her chair and gingerly takes hold of the flowers.

“Thank you!” Karly gushes, taking her time to admire the flowers, to take in the colors that her boyfriend had a hand in selecting. Although Taehyung cannot remember what this boy had looked like, or what expressions had overcome his face while describing Karly to him, he wishes that he could remember. He wishes that he could remember what love looks like or could feel like, instead of having to guess everything for himself. People like Karly and her boyfriend are Taehyung’s window into feelings and emotions, to give him a reference point to go off of when he has to design bouquets of such a manner. “Wow, these are beautiful.”

“Your boyfriend has good taste,” Taehyung supplies with a smile as Karly thanks both him and the receptionist next to him before she’s showing off the bouquet to fellow coworkers. Left with nothing else, he is forced to turn back to you. “Thank you for taking me.”

“Of course!” You exclaim back, making your way back to the front desk with Taehyung right at your table. “I should thank you for coming all the way over here just to drop off the order.”

“Oh no, it’s totally fine,” Taehyung brushes off with the wave of his hand, still finding that he is unable to meet your eye completely. “It’s nice to get out of the shop every once in awhile.”

“Well, I’m glad,” You say, lingering by his side, voice softening as your eyes remained fixated on his face.

The longer you stare at him, the more Taehyung feels this urge to say something—what, he doesn’t really know, for the words feel like they are lodged in the back of his throat—but there are so many questions he wants to know. There are so many things he wants to say, and it frightens him to feel a pull this strongly for someone he does not even know. All you’ve done is show him the way to a fucking cubicle yet you’ve also smiled at him enough to show off some glimmer in the gray patches of an office career, the warning bells of initial attraction setting themselves off in his head.

He wants to know more about you.

He’s about to open his mouth, to ask for a name or a phone number or just to try and crack another joke to get you to smile, before the phone on your desk rings.

You rip your gaze from him first to study the object on your desk. You turn back to Taehyung to give him a guilty smile. “Sorry, I should probably take that.”

“No, of course,” Taehyung returns, swallowing the questions he doesn’t even know he would have asked as he forces himself to look you in the eye long enough to give you a smile. “I’ll show myself out.”

“Have a good day!” You call after him as soon as he has his back turned, and when Taehyung dares to spare you one last glance over his shoulder, your attention is fixated on the phone call and he can’t help but think that this is why he doesn’t like to do deliveries.

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“How did the delivery go?” Jimin inquires as soon as Taehyung slips in through the shop door, the bell overhead ringing to announce his presence as the latter lingers by the entrance, mind reeling over the previous encounter. It’s like some annoying parasite, the way you’ve weaved your way into his life with no effort whatsoever. He doesn’t know what it is about you. He has a vague feeling that you are outrageously kind to everyone, and that smiling at him the way you had is just a mere extension of your personality.

But you hadn’t shut him out, you hadn’t sought to rid of him as quickly as possible. You had welcomed him into your day, and Taehyung normally doesn’t take risks, but you remind him of the morning sunflowers and the fresh breath of daisies, which has to mean something.

“Where’s Namjoon?” He asks instead.

Jimin raises an eyebrow, since it’s rare for Taehyung to avoid answering simple questions of this degree, but he answers. “In the back room.” He points his thumb over his shoulder for extra emphasis. Taehyung follows suit immediately, barely sparing Jimin or Seokjin a glance as he enters said back room, followed by approaching another door that leads into Namjoon’s private quarters. It’s where all the filing of expenses are, business plans, five year goals, ten year goals, rent due dates, town meetings—everything that makes Kim Namjoon’s Floral Shop and keeps it running is hidden within the confines of that office space. Taehyung doesn’t know too much, only managing to hear information on the difficulties on starting and maintaining a business from fleeting comments Namjoon slips when he’s particularly stressed. The older boy, however, hides his emotions well.

“Come in.” The voice on the other side sounds distracted, but Taehyung still pushes open the door anyways to enter the room of messy files and calendars. Namjoon is situated at the corner desk, putting away some paperwork. “Hey Tae,” He greets, pushing away whatever had previously kept him distracted before he’s turning in his chair, fixating all his attention on the younger boy. “How was the delivery?”

The repeat of Jimin’s question hits Taehyung more this time as he rubs the back of his neck. “The delivery went well,” He discloses. “I, um, just had a question. I didn’t know you did deliveries to that particular building a lot.”

“Oh, right.” Namjoon smiles. “They make plenty of orders to our shop, most of the people I’ve encountered there are pretty nice.”

“Would you say that you’re familiar with some of the workers? Like, on a name-to-name basis?” Taehyung inquires, making quick effort to make his point as quickly as possible before he got shy and lost his nerve.

“Depends, but I supposed to a certain extent with some workers,” Namjoon answers, mirroring Jimin’s slightly suspicious, slightly curious eyebrow raise. “Why? Did something bad happen?”

“N-No!” Taehyung retorts. “Nothing like that! It’s just… do you know the girl who works on the eighth floor?” He spits out the question very quickly, clearly trying to get the words out before he choked or could take a second to take it all back.

“The girl who works on the eighth floor?” Namjoon repeats, actually looking as if he’s trying to seriously consider the question in order to provide the best possible answer, rather than immediately teasing Taehyung for asking in the first place. The gesture, or lack therefore, surprises Taehyung for a moment. Although, in Namjoon’s defense, the latter always happened to be slow and dense about things of this nature and maybe the gravity of Taehyung’s question hadn’t quite hit him yet. “Hm, I only know Y/N—she’s the receptionist…”

“Y-Yeah, her,” Taehyung interrupts, letting the name wash over him like a wave. Y/N. He now has a name to match with the face, the girl with the smile like sunflowers caught in the morning breeze.

Namjoon, however, still seems confused. “Did you have a problem with her? She’s always been really nice when I go up to see her…”

Taehyung presses his lips together. “I-I didn’t have a problem with her.”

“Then what other reason—oh.” Namjoon shifts his gaze to Taehyung and the latter wonders if there is some international record on how long it has taken someone to regret opening their big fat mouth in the first place. His skin definitely feels hotter than it had a few seconds ago and he feels guilty, as if he was just caught in the act, which in a way, is pretty accurate. Namjoon delivers forth an ear-splitting grin. “Oh, okay.”

“I-I was just curious, so—!”

“You like Y/N, don’t you?”

“No!” Taehyung retorts hotly. “She was just very nice and very friendly and I wanted to know a little bit more about her.”

“You know,” Namjoon returns, leaning back a little in his seat. “It’s okay to have a crush, Tae. And Y/N is a very nice person. I’m sure the two of you would get along nicely. Besides, you spend too much time in the shop.”

“Did you purposely send me to do the delivery because you knew I would meet her?” Taehyung inquires suddenly.

Namjoon bursts out into laughter. “Of course not, Tae. But since you did get to meet Y/N, that was just a nice additional bonus for me.”

“Great,” Taehyung grumbles because this really is great, just great. He has a crush on an office receptionist whose name just so happens to roll perfectly off the tip of his tongue and a shit eating boss who also likes to play match maker on the side. It’s not that he hates it, per say, but it’s an interesting sensation. He can’t remember the last time he developed a curiosity like this for someone.

“Are you going to see her again?” Namjoon asks suddenly.

“That’s not important,” Taehyung retorts back, using the silence to take his immediate leave and enter the main shop. It’s empty, save for a woman walking in to make a bouquet, a feat that Kim Seokjin is currently offering assistance to at the moment. Park Jimin is arranging flowers, his gaze finding Taehyung’s and the concern is palpable through the air.

Taehyung, however, does not say anything, as his mind chooses instead to ask itself a very important question and what exactly he was going to do to answer it.

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Ten o’clock a.m.

The double doors open before Taehyung, revealing lips pressed nervously together and hands curling tightly around a bouquet of white. White lace around the edges, baby’s breath, white petaled lilies, daisies, all stringed together. The bouquet is supposed to represent purity, the apprehension of something new, the promise of tomorrow, yet all Taehyung can think is how he might not live to see the next day if this plan doesn’t go the way it’s supposed to.

He had left early from the shop, before Namjoon could check in and telling Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook that he was going to make a quick delivery into downtown. For a brief moment, he had fret—worried if perhaps Jimin would make the connection, or maybe Jungkook would realize that the “order” Taehyung had fulfilled had not been a part of any previously made calls or walk in orders. But it’s too late for Taehyung to turn back now.

He steps onto the eighth floor, turning the corner just in time to see you approaching the front desk. This time, you’re donning a black A-line skirt with a white button up, your hair curled up into a bun with the stray pieces cascading down your face, but your smile is all the same as you tilt your head up after noticing his approach. “Hey, you again!” You greet, not quite reaching your seat before you’re rounding the desk again to face him. This time, there’s no table for him to hide behind. “Who’s the delivery for this time?”

“A-Ah, it’s for Y/N,” Taehyung says, pretending as if he’s merely reading off some card even though he’s actually spent the past thirty minutes trying to practice saying your name in his car. “Do you know her?”

You furrow your eyebrows together and he thinks that he might have said something wrong, before you’re tilting your head and he can see the confusion in your eyes. “Yeah, I know her. That’s me.”

“Oh!” He’s glad that he’s able to act surprised—or, at least, he hopes that it’s a surprised expression. “Then, I believe this is yours then.”

Although you still look caught off guard by the gesture, you still take the bouquet gently into your arms. “That’s weird,” You comment offhandedly, keeping your gaze on the flowers and slowly taking in the white petals. But he can see the softness of your features and knows immediately that you don’t suspect a thing. “I don’t have a boyfriend or anything, so I can’t think of anyone who would get my flowers…”

You’re probably mentioning this more to yourself for a personal observation, but it represents so much more to Taehyung and he makes a mental note of this. “It must be from a secret admirer then,” Taehyung finds himself adding. His eyes roam across your features when he notices the way you press your lips together and you bow your head slightly to hit the quirk at the corner of your mouth. The endearing sight makes him duck in an attempt to hide his own smile.

“Well, there are beautiful,” You say, turning to gently place the bouquet onto your desk. That bashful, embarrassing smile is still playing on your lips. “So there’s no return address you can give me so I can try to hunt this guy down?”

The thought of scaring you off with the truth, of watching that smile slip off your lips and letting the uneasy silent settle over the pair of you keeps him on his guard. “I don’t know if he’d want me to do that,” He answers, scratching the back of his neck when you flicker your gaze up to look at him. “He’s pretty shy.”

You steal another glance at the flowers. “Well, the bouquet is beautiful—did you make it?”

“I did.”

“Ah, I should have known,” You remark brightly. “I’ve only seen two of your bouquets and you seem extremely talented!”

“W-Well, I’ve been working at the shop for a few years so I’ve had lots of experience,” Taehyung says, smiling both at you and at his own ability to actually reveal something about himself beyond murmuring a simple thank you.

You lean against the desk. “Working at the shop for a few years, yet this is only the second time I’m meeting you? I believe an introduction is in order, since you now know my name.” You hold out your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

He reaches over to take your hand. You’ve got a good grip on his hand, solid and firm, yet gentle and he tries to return the gesture without coming off as too strong. It’s hard to tell, especially since he’s thinking so deeply about every single move. “Taehyung,” He returns before he could get too caught up in the touch of your hand against his and loses track of what he is supposed to be doing as a result.

“Taehyung,” You repeat, joined hands moving up and down in a shake before you retract your hand. “Will I be seeing more of you later?”

He misses out on the hopeful quality in your tone, the glimmer in your eyes as you take in his facial expression, head tilting the side and a much more private smile playing at the corner of your lips as you continue to watch him.

He flickers his gaze from the bouquet on the desk to the smile on your face, and thinks that maybe this will be worth a shot. “Count on it.”

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One week later—one-thirty in the afternoon.

Taehyung strolls out of the elevator, a collection of purple flowers tucked into a low pot that he holds upright with both of his hands. Purple—to represent the admiration he holds for you, to represent the accomplishment of breaking past that barrier to start something new and something foreign. Much like how a flower opens up to take in that first breath of spring, he takes that change, takes the risk, of stepping outside himself. He had worked hard on this particular bouquet, tried to match that feeling of that very first conversation into the colors and the playful variety, in your willingness to get to know him more, into every single stem and petal placement.

You’re lowering the phone back onto the receiver when he appears into your view, and there is a certain exhaustion etched into your features, like you’ve had to do too much in the span of just a few short hours and Taehyung knows that he already hates the idea of you being overworked in this manner. Yet, your smile is one of contentment and all previous stresses seem to wash themselves away from your features as you take him in. “Hi Taehyung,” You greet, brushing the hair out of your face. Your gaze immediately shifts down to the flowers.

“It’s for you,” Taehyung answers before you could get the question out as he approaches your desk and sets it down atop the surface. “He came in to see me again.

You straighten to study the flowers closely, to catch a whiff of the scent that rolls off each petal. “Did he have a hand in designing this again?” You flicker your gaze up to him after asking the question.

“He actually took a lot of initiative with the flower selection,” He says, resting his hands on the edge of the counter, trying for a smile of his own. “You accepting that previous bouquet must have boosted his ego a little bit.”

You sigh, taking the pot of flowers to rest them next to your computer. “I wish he would say something though, these gestures are incredibly sweet and it just makes me want to know more about him. Thank you for making the delivery again.”

“I’m sure he’ll come around eventually,” Taehyung returns although he’s not entirely sure of the answer right now. He looks at you again, takes in your tired eyes, and can’t help but let the next question slip out: “How are you doing?”

You look up to study him. If you are taken aback by the suddenness of his question, how it immediately breaches the line between acquaintances into… perhaps, something more… it’s hard to tell. Your eyes suddenly flint to your computer before finding his curious gaze again. “Are you busy right now?” You ask.

If asking for one’s mental state could be considered an out of blue question, then inquiring about a gap in a schedule is definitely enough to earn a widened eyes reaction, especially on Taehyung’s end. His heart spikes up and he says the first thing that comes to mind: “No, of course not!” He wonders if it sounds more forceful than he originally intended for it to, but his curiosity to know why you had asked such a question makes it difficult to ignore.

You’re inputting something on your computer before you straighten up and make a grab for your purse. “Well, I actually haven’t eaten lunch yet, and I would hate to go to the coffee shop on the street by myself.” You place the strap of your bag atop your shoulders while rounding the desk and approaching Taehyung. “Of course, you don’t have to if you’re busy, or if you don’t want to.”

Although something in your expression tells Taehyung that you would not take it personally either way regardless of his answer or reaction, he still finds himself unable to turn you away. Not that he would want to reject you either way. “No, of course I want to. I don’t think my boss would mind if I was out for a little longer.”

You grin. “Okay then, let’s get going.”

So you lead him down the elevator, out of the building, onto the streets. The bustling city crowd isn’t as suffocating with you by his side, guiding him down the sidewalk and seeming to know immediately where it is that you’re going. Taehyung doesn’t ask questions about the destination, but as the seconds tick by, he finds himself beginning to care less and less. You decide right then and there to answer his question about how you’re doing, briefly touching on the occasional stresses of your job and how you’ve been taking on more responsibilities beyond just the simple answer the phone and the occasional email.

It’s almost amusing how quickly it takes for you to break down the walls that surround Taehyung and his emotional state of mind, how easy you can drag out a genuine laughter from his lips, whether it be from your jokes or your stories. It’s not hard and it doesn’t take long for the conversation to shift from your jobs to other things such as your interests and your childhood. He realizes that not only are you a very thoughtful and expressive individual, you are also incredibly open and fearless and conversational in a way that doesn’t clash with his more quiet disposition but pairs together nicely with it instead.

You end up taking him to a deli rather than a coffee shop, the rows of meat lined up in a way that makes his mouth water as both of you make your selection from a variety of sandwiches offered behind the counter. You occupy a corner booth, unwrapping the paper of your meals and taking your time to nibble at the food whist sharing more details about different general aspects of each other’s lives. He learns about your dream to work in PR, learns about your aspirations to work your way up from the bottom and in knowing the value of hard work. Taehyung shares his own experience, the long years he’s spent working at the floral shop and the relationship he’s developed with all his coworkers through that period of time, disclosing the embarrassing and those moments that may seem insignificant. You take in everything with such a wide-eyed curiosity and nothing feels too dull and by the end of that very first meal, it feels as if the pair of you have known each other for months rather than just a few days.

He walks you back to the office building, stopping just outside the entrance into the company before the pair of you stop—for he has a shop to get back to and questions to answer to while you have paperwork about a mile high probably stacked upon your desk.

“This was fun,” Taehyung says, and he speaks the truth because he really has enjoyed himself in your company. He thinks back to the purple flowers and wonders if he knew he would end up adoring you as much as he does right now in this particular moment.

You grin. “It really was, thank you for keeping me company.”

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” He manages with a shrug.

“Oh! That reminds me, there’s something I wanted you to do for me.” You reach into your bag and fish out a pen and a spare napkin you had stolen from the deli. Using your hand as a base, you scribble something down atop the rough surface before waving the napkin for Taehyung to take. “Here, this is phone number. Let me know when the secret admirer comes back to your shop, alright? I told you I was going to try and hunt him down.”

Taehyung laughs good-naturedly. “Wow, you’re pretty on top of everything already.”

“Of course!” You brush a lock of hair behind your ear. “Well, I should get back to work. I’ll see you later, okay Taehyung?” With one last wave, you turn on your heel and disappear behind the glass doors that make your office space. Taehyung remains rooted to the spot, watching as you slide your worker card through the machine, the way you disappear into the elevator, making your way up to the eighth floor as always and he really does hope he’ll be back soon.

.

One and a half weeks later, ten o’clock, the shop bell at the top of the door ringing just as Taehyung is adding a lily of the valley to his new bouquet, with Kim Namjoon entering the shop before the younger boy has a chance to hide away the flowers.

“Hey Tae—what is that?” Namjoon stops short when he catches the bouquet settled on the table, a collection of bright yellows: sunflowers and lilies and white petals to keep the singular color from being too overwhelming. Next to Taehyung, Namjoon can see the leftovers of the trimmed tickseed, the hibiscuses on the table, and he flickers his gaze up. “What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing,” Taehyung stammers, trying to gather the leftover flowers in his hands to shove them anywhere—preferably in Namjoon’s face so he could rush out of the shop and never be seen again—but Namjoon has always known more than he dares to reveal.

“Is that for Y/N?” Namjoon inquires suddenly, and Taehyung must be making a very clueless, very stunned expression, because the owner of the shop immediately breaks out into laughter.

“H-How did you know?” Taehyung stammers, furrowing eyebrows together, looking down at the nearly completed bouquet. The yellow he’s selected this time reminds him of your smile, the joy you’ve brought into his day even with just a day’s worth of conversation. It’s probably too fast, too much, too quick all too soon, but he doesn’t care.

“So that’s where you’ve been disappearing off to every week!” He concludes. “I knew you had an interest in her but I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

“S-Shut up hyung,” Taehyung interjects, staring intensely down at the yellow flowers, hoping that it could blind him enough to keep the blush from dusting across his cheekbones.

“So, like, she’s totally cool with you dropping bouquets on her like this?” Namjoon asks. “Because, if I can recall, you gave her that white one right? And then the purple one like a week ago…”

“W-Well,” Taehyung manages, scratching the back of his neck. “She doesn’t know that it’s me giving her the bouquets.” At Namjoon’s confused look, Taehyung is quick to spill the tale of what the past few weeks have consisted of, how he had spoken about some secret admirer yet started to build a friendship with you in a way that has just been so easy given your easy-going nature and your ability to drag stories and tales of his life with your questions. At the end of the story, Namjoon looks like he’s about to burst into another string of laughter and Taehyung doesn’t know if he’ll ever hear the end of this.

“Wow, pretending to deliver bouquets sent by a secret admirer,” Namjoon sums up, tapping his chin, an infuriatingly amused smile playing on his lips. “I really did not how much romantic you were, Taetae.”

The nickname is enough to make Taehyung feel as if his entire being has just been set aflame. “Shut up hyung.”

It looks like Namjoon has to put in some sort of conscious effort to get himself from having a complete breakdown on the floor, but when he straightens, the traces of laughter is still evident in his eyes. “Ah, sorry Tae, you know I’m just messing with you. But I do thing that you need to tell her, otherwise the lie has a possibility of blowing up right back into your face.”

“I’ll tell her eventually,” Taehyung promises, still not quite sure how much he believes in himself yet. While a part of him does feel guilty for dragging this on, for making you believe that there was some distant secret admirer who held a certain fondness for you, he can’t help himself. And besides, it’s not entirely a lie—he holds a certain fondness for you. He just can’t bring himself to share something so personal so suddenly. But he loves watching the way your eyes light up at the sight of the bouquets, the way you ask questions, the way he strives to create something that could make you fall in love.

If Namjoon is against Taehyung’s vague answers and promises to spill his biggest secret at the moment, the boy doesn’t say anything as he sends Taehyung off at eleven o’clock with a smile and a pat on the shoulder. Like clockwise, Taehyung drives into downtown, approaches the familiar office building and receives a nod from the man behind the counter. He takes the elevator up to the eighth floor, exiting the sliding doors and turning the corner to find you just beginning to straighten out of your chair.

You turn your gaze to stare at Taehyung. “Hey!” You greet. “Nice seeing you again.” You flint down to eye the flowers, blinking as if remembering that his visits always had a purpose, and your lips part. “Hey, you said you’d text me if he ever dropped me!”

“I didn’t have time to do that!” He retorts, giving you the flowers and watching the way you take them, the way you observe them, the way you grin at the color, and he feels his heart melt. “He was very insistent on having all my attention this time.”

“One of these days, I’m going to catch him in the act, and you’re going to watch me do it,” You say with a grand gesture in your words before you turn around to gently place the bouquet onto your desk. “Tell him that I won’t wait around forever, alright?”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll mention something to him next time,” Taehyung brushes off with the wave of his hand, stuffing them back deep into the pockets of his bomber jacket. He eyes you, noticing your purse slung over your shoulders. “Are you, uh, are you heading out?”

“Yeah, I’m taking my lunch break early cause I have meetings to attend for the rest of the afternoon,” You say, rolling your shoulder. You tilt your head, looking over at him. “Would you like to accompany me?”

There’s such an easy air to your stance, to your question, makes Taehyung smile as he steps to the side. “After you,” He says, following closely behind as you lead the way.

This time, you take him to a coffee shop on the quieter part of the city. Granted, it had been a longer walk, but somehow the pair of you are able to converse as if no distance had ever been carved between you in the first place. There is no awkward wall, no strange conversation about what the past week of your lives had been in desperate attempts to fill the silence. The pair of you had gotten off as soon as you both stepped out of the office building, with Taehyung asking about the state of your job and everything losing its blur shortly afterwards.

You take him to a little cafe nestled in the corner, wedged between towering skyscrapers and the bustle of people that surround it. Unlike the chaotic mess of the outside world, the interior of the shop is peaceful and settling, and the cashier smiles brightly at the pair of you as you place your orders before taking a seat next to the windows. The tables are marble, moderate, yet there are polaroids that hang on the wall and wide glass to let in all the light possible. The coffee is brought in cute mugs with drawings and designs across the back, and Taehyung takes a sip to let the warmth and the caffeine wash over him, allowing it to fill him with the same warmth the sunflowers situated in the center of the table had done.

“I had no idea a place like this existed in the middle of the city,” Taehyung comments, circling his coffee cup, flickering his gaze up to you to watch you nibble at your lemon loaf you had purchased at the counter.

“Me neither,” You reply, wiping at the corner of your mouth with a napkin. “But I come here a lot—kind of reminds me of that calm in the storm, don’t you think?”

“Yeah…” He says back, keeping his eyes on you, even as you shift to fix your attention outside the window. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“Do you know someone in your life like that?” You inquire suddenly, turning your attention back to him as you lean forward, resting your chin with one hand and making a grab for the coffee with your other hand. “Someone who keeps you calm in spite of all these other things that life is throwing at you?”

“Not quite,” He answers, watching the way you shrug a little at his answer, turning your gaze back to the life beyond. He watches the way you sip your coffee and notices that there’s something very calming about your presence, whether it be walking through the disarray or watching it from a distance. He realizes that in spite of the level of comfort between the two of you, there is still so much he doesn’t know about you. He doesn’t know if you’ve always been like this, doesn’t know if being kind and open has always been a natural reflex for you, but he wants to know and he wants to stay. “But I might one day.”

He walks you back to the office building as per usual, bodies closer together as hands brush each other, yet he thinks that the building approaches too soon, too quickly, and he’s not ready to leave you or your side Yet he has to, because he knows of your obligations and you know of his own, so you send him off with the wave of your hand and the quirk of your lips. He misses the way you watch him leave, misses the way you smile to yourself, casting your eyes downwards before shifting back up just in time to catch his departing figure enter the space of his car before he’s off and moving further away from the city.

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Sunday afternoon, an hour before closing, and Taehyung is situated in the empty shop alone, currently making the final trimmings to the peonies, the poppies, the daylilies, slipping in the gladiolus to the height and stringing everything together to reveal a bouquet of red, a bouquet of desire and courage and strength, of finding that will to finally tell you the truth, to finally tell you his feelings and to hope that you won’t turn him away in spite of all those things.

He’s glad to have the shop to himself, glad to have this time of peace for himself in order to collect the last remaining pieces of his thoughts so he could put together this bouquet in exactly the same way he’s always wanted to. There is no Jimin or Jungkook breathing down his neck, no Namjoon to ask questions—although the latter is in the back of the shop, shifting through the expenses for filing purposes.

It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to finish the bouquet, which is a strange sensation for him. With you, it’s always easy to embody the wide breadth of his emotions and always easy to express that creative sound of him, always easy to reach within himself to make such a gift with you in mind. But he finishes it with about fifteen minutes left until closing, so he sets the bouquet in the back room and gets to work on the closing routine. This mainly consists of sweeping the floors, and wiping down the countertops, making sure the flowers are hydrated enough to survive the night.

He’s in the middle of cleaning up the remains of his own personal bouquet of red and stems when the shop door opens, the bell echoing through the interior just as Taehyung finishes collecting everything into a little pile of trash on the floor. “Hi, welcome—!” He starts, turning his attention to the door and unable to stop the way his voice dies down at the sight before him.

Standing in the doorframe of the shop, a long gray coat and black jeans but no less professional, no less graceful, no less beautiful, is—!

“Y/N, hey!” Taehyung greets, resting the broom against the counter. “What are you doing here?”

You grin. “Taehyung, hi,” You say back, stepping deeper into the stop and taking in the sight that he’s considered home for the past three years. He watches the way you observe the flowers, observe the sight of all the bouquets he’s spent the day working on in containers so time can’t eat at its petals, and for a moment, he’s nervous. It’s so strange seeing you in his life in this manner, like he can no longer hide behind desks and bouquets from a nonexistent stranger. “I was in the area, and thought that I’d drop by.”

You approach the desk just as Taehyung is leaning across the surface, folding his hands together. “What can I help you with?”

You smile, pressing your lips together, your eyes looking like they’re in the middle of some battle, before you’re looking at him again. “I need a bouquet.”

At first, Taehyung’s mind draws to the worst conclusion possible. He thinks that maybe you’ve gotten tired of the secret admirer facade, no longer desired to wait for him to show himself, and that you’ve found someone else. It takes a moment, but he calms himself down with the reassurance that you only wanted to buy a bouquet for a friend or family member. Nothing more, nothing less. Besides, he trusts you enough to know that perhaps you would let it slip about your feelings regarding the secret admirer if his chasing was no longer something you desired to put up with. “Okay then.” He gets to work nonetheless, laying out the plastic sheet across the table. “What for?”

“Actually, I need your advice for this,” You say, licking your lips, and for the first time you actually look nervous. You take in a breath. “What’s a bouquet or a flower that says ‘you’re really cute and we’ve been hanging out for awhile now because you’ve been bringing me flowers from some secret admirer that I know is you but I think it’s about time I tell you I like you too’?”

It takes a moment for the realization to hit Taehyung, but when it does, it practically knocks him off his feet. He feels his cheeks flush, feels like his soul might depart from his body, as he swallows thickly and suddenly can’t find it in himself to look at you in the eye. He barely catches the fond smiling curling itself at the corner of your lips before he remembers that you had asked a question. “Peonies,” He says after a moment, scratching his neck.

You look at him for a moment longer before rounding on your heel, head turning from side to side.

“They’re, uh, right next to the sunflowers over there…” Taehyung supplies, and he doesn’t know why he’s assisting you on such an endeavor but the words can’t help itself and soon you’re directing yourself towards the sunflowers and fishing out a pink peony.

You turn back around, approaching him and looking at him straight in the eye—which would be a little unsettling under normal circumstances, but this is you and he would be lying if he said he expected anything less from you—and offering forth the peony. “Taehyung, will you go out on a date with me?”

Taehyung finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from you, so he does the only thing he’s capable of doing at the moment. He laughs, shakily and forcefully, but bites his lip in order to take the flower from your hand. “H-How long did you know it was me?” He asks.

“Honestly? I had a hunch from the moment you brought in that white bouquet.” You say, laughing after a moment. “I have to say, definitely one of the more romantic things a guy has done for me.”

“S-Shut up,” Taehyung grumbles, but it’s a term of endearment and judging from the smile on your face, that’s a fact you’re perfectly aware of.

“Were you ever going to tell me the truth?”

“I was planning to say something this week…” Taehyung answers, rubbing the back of his neck, finally daring himself to spare another glance at you. “So, uh, can I… can we…?”

“I’m free this weekend,” You fill in.

“Great.” Taehyung replies breathlessly. “I, uh, was just working on another bouquet for you. It’s in the back.”

You brighten. “I bet it’s absolutely beautiful. You haven’t failed me yet.”

“W-Would you like to see it?”

You smile, and suddenly every other flower seems to dull in comparison. “Save it for our date.”

[starwriter22]

Fearful of Love // pt. 1

Word Count: 2.4k 

Genre: Romance/Angst

Author’s Note: There are 10 parts to this! I’ll be posting a part every day. I have done light editing to this and it’s quite old but I hope you enjoy nontheless! (ps. lawd he fine okie bye) 

Prologue

The heart is a terrible thing…

The muscle that keeps you alive and yet makes your life a living hell, a muscle that causes you to think and make decisions irrationally, all due to idiotic emotions that bring nothing but headache.

It was a hard task, trying to ignore everything. It was difficult to ignore the obvious fact that I had fallen head over heels for you, to ignore the joy that rose in my entire being as I saw you every day, the pain in my chest, but soon it became impossible. The realization that my heart had taken over came far too quickly and it scared me to death. I wasn’t ready.

You broke through the brick walls around my heart in a mere few months. It terrified me that I enjoyed your company so much, that I enjoyed YOU so much. Even when I tried to push you away you never backed down. You were persistent, stubborn and I’ve never met someone so insistent on becoming closer to me and learning more about me.

But you didn’t realize just how terrified I was, how my heart has never bought me any good for long. You couldn’t understand and I hurt the both of us due to my fear. I hurt us both because of my stupid heart and my stupid, stupid decision to let you break down my walls and get to know the real me.

Why did I bring this pain onto myself?

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“We are all damaged in our own way. Nobody’s perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us.” – Johnny Depp

November 4th

Some moments I wondered why I decided to go to college. Like in this moment, where I was leaning on the counter of the coffee shop I worked at, head throbbing and frustration at its highest point as I tried desperately to understand the math homework I had in front of me, the homework that my teacher decided not to explain to the whole class in full detail.

To be fair I didn’t have to go to college, the decision was completely voluntary.

‘Oh I’ll go to college and get my degree!’

It’s like I forgot the years of school hell I went through in my adolescence right after I graduated. All the useless homework and how goddamn stressful it was. College wasn’t any better, if anything it was even more stressful and irritating. Because how was math connected to a liberal arts degree at all?

Geeze, can’t I just drop out?

“Hey! What have I told you about trying to do homework while working?”

I cringed, the sound of my boss’s voice breaking the silence in the store. My head only got worse at the loud noise.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that nobody’s really come in and I really need to finish this assignment.”

A sigh left his lips as he walked over to the counter, his eyes scanning my work before moving up to me. “You look like you’re dying. If you work too hard your brain is going to pop.”

“I know, I know, you tell me that every time I come into work. Remember?” I closed my books, placing them back into my backpack behind the counter. “Besides I think my brain popped a long time ago. That’s why I can’t get these stupid problems right.”

Sympathy washed over his expression, and he rested his hand atop my head, ruffling my hair. “Go home, eat, take a break. You’ll get your assignments done. It’s time for you to get off anyways.”

I frowned, pulling out my phone to look at the time. 6 o’clock, did four hours really go by that quickly?

“Oh! I didn’t even realize!” I grabbed my backpack and tugged it onto my shoulders before untying my apron, handing it to my boss, “I’ll see you!”

He smiled, taking my apron and waving his hand to dismiss me, “Yeah yeah I’ll see you kid!”

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“I wish your boss was as nice as mine.”

A smile stretched across my lips as I looked at the pouting boy in front of me, his hands moving furiously as he expressed his frustrations. “The only thing my boss does is yell at me all day. ‘Yah Jungkook go take this out’, ‘Jungkook stock these shelves’, ‘Jungkook you went over your break by five minutes, now go clean the restrooms.’ I’m a head cashier, my job description is to check out items, help customers and make sure my area is clean. I don’t work on the floor and I’m not a janitor, I don’t understand why he’s so insistent on making me do everything. Is it because I’m the youngest employee?”

“You know I would try and help you get a job at the coffee shop I work at, but your complaints are just too funny.” I said, laughing as he threw a napkin towards my face.

“Asshole.” He mumbled, swallowing the chicken he stuffed in his mouth before speaking, “So how is homework going?”

“Terrible, I’m going to drop out I swear.” I huffed in anger, “I don’t understand why my math teacher is making the homework so hard. Not only do I not understand the work, but I have to turn in 60 finished problems by 11:59 tonight. I even asked him after class for extra help, but he just told me to get a tutor or read the textbook.”

Jungkook laughed, “Some teachers are jerks. But you know I could just ask one of my friends if he could help you. He tutors me all the time.”

I shook my head, placing my fork down after I finished my food, “It’s alright, I think I’ll text Seokjin and see if he’s free. He’s always willing to help me.”

“Does this mean we can’t play Mario Kart together at your dorm tonight?”

“Jungkook, I’m pretty positive you have homework to do as well.”

“I do…but help me procrastinate I don’t want to do it.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling out my wallet as soon as the waitress came over with the check. I put my portion of the bill down before standing to my feet, deciding to text Seokjin while I waited for him to gather his things.

Hey Jin! Are you doing anything? I need help with my math homework. I don’t understand it at all :(-Sent 6:55pm

*new message*

Jin: I’m not doing anything at all! Meet in the library at 7:30 as usual? – Received 6:57pm

Yep see you t-

Suddenly my phone slipped from my fingers and onto the floor and I groaned as I felt a body collide with mine.

“Shit I’m sorry, are you okay?”

I bent down to pick up my phone, inspecting my screen for cracks before standing up straight. The voice that asked the question was deep, definitely unfamiliar. I raised my gaze to the guy who bumped into me, watching his eyes as they filled with more worry the longer I waited to respond.

“I’m fine, thank you. Are you okay?” I asked, a small smile finding my lips as he let out a breath of relief. A bright smile replaced the worried frown on his lips and for some reason the air suddenly seemed lighter in the restaurant.

“I’m okay.” He assured, before someone yelled out ‘Taehyung!’, his name I assumed being that he quickly said goodbye and walked to the person behind the shout.

A shove to my shoulders brought me from the daze I hadn’t even realized I was in, my gaze leaving the back of the guy who’d bumped into me and to Jungkook who stared at me in question. I shook my head, waving my hand to dismiss any worry before walking out the restaurant.

(*~~*)

“Hey Taehyunggie, since you’re an honor student do you think you could help me with my essay for history?”

“Don’t help him! He’s lazy, help me with my science homework. If I don’t finish this I’ll fail. We can even play video games afterwards and hang out, it’ll be fun!”

Jimin glared daggers at the group of Taehyung’s new found ‘friends’. In moments like these he really wished Taehyung weren’t so much of a people pleaser like himself.

The expression on Taehyung’s face displayed just how saddened he was by the questions he was being bombarded with. He knew very well that these students didn’t befriend him because they liked him, but because he was an honor student and they wanted to use him.

He understood this completely and yet here he was, quickly putting on a smile and nodding. Letting out a ‘Sure I’ll help you guys’ and avoiding Jimin’s burning gaze. He already knew what his best friend’s expression was, a look of annoyance and disappointment because he had agreed to do homework other than his own for the millionth time.

The table began to get louder as they all thanked him and after they ate and split the bill everyone gave Taehyung the assignments to work on. As they dispersed Jimin was the only one left and he watched as Taehyung put the newly retrieved assignments in his backpack before standing and walking out of the restaurant.

“You’re not going to do their homework.” Jimin said, walking alongside his friend.

Taehyung sighed, “I already agreed to it, Jimin. Besides the work I have today isn’t that bad. I’ll be finished with all of this by tonight and tomorrow if I work hard.”

Jimin stopped walking, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and looking at him straight in the eyes, noticing the sadness that was swimming in his brown orbs, “Taehyung those are not your friends, they’re using you just like everybody in high school did. I wish you would see that-”

“I do see that, but if they really need help then I won’t just leave them-”

“Taehyung they don’t need your help! They’re lazy assholes who think that they can just boss you around and get you to do whatever they want because you can’t say no! Why do you allow them to keep doing this to you?!”

Taehyung stayed silent. He understood Jimin’s frustration, hell he understood because he himself was frustrated. He had no idea why he couldn’t just say no, he knew very well that they were only using him and it would end like it always did. They would get their assignments done and then act like he didn’t exist until they needed his help again. He wasn’t even getting paid to do their homework; he was doing it for free.

It wasn’t like he was desperate for friends; he was completely okay with hanging out with just Jimin. He didn’t gain anything from doing this, he didn’t even like doing the extra homework. He did enough work in the classes he had to take for his major; music. There was really no excuse for it besides the fact that he was a complete pushover who was so use to people using him for his brain that it became routine to just say yes and do it.

“Old habits are hard to break.” Taehyung said finally, breaking away from his friend and walking into the dorm building. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He could hear the exhausted sigh that Jimin let out as he made his way to his room.

-

‘Clans can show how we still pick sexual partners or mates even today as seen in page 10, in the example it sssssssss’

Taehyung groaned, his forehead colliding with the keyboard of his laptop. He had finished his assignments and nearly all of the assignments that he was given. He just needed to finish this last one, a paper for history, and he didn’t feel like writing long drawn out intelligent ideas. In fact he would love nothing more than sleep being that it was a little past eleven and he had to wake up in a couple hours.

He hadn’t even realized he fell asleep with his head on his laptop until his phone rang, waking him up immediately. He didn’t bother looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Taehyung it’s Namjoon, what are you doing?”

Taehyung smiled, “Ah hey Joon, nothing much just trying to finish this assignment. Why do you ask?”

“I’m in Yoongi’s studio not too far from campus, we wanted to see if you would come and help out with a song we’re working on.”

His smile quickly faltered as he looked at the screen of his computer and the now thousands of S’s his face typed. He could finish it tomorrow right? He was itching to hear the song Namjoon was referring to.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be there in a few.” He replied, hanging up the phone and grabbing his sweater before locking his dorm room and making his way to the studio. It wasn’t too far, it was a small studio apartment Yoongi had rented that was not even a fifteen minute walk away from campus. He let Taehyung use it a few times to finish his assignments, while other times he usually just invited him (and sometimes Jimin) to listen to new songs he needed opinions for. He enjoyed visiting, it was a lot of fun.

He knocked on the door, listening to the barely audible music playing in the studio. It wasn’t until Namjoon opened the door did he hear the music loud and clear.

The soundproof panels Yoongi put up really worked well huh…

“I thought you had an assignment to finish?” Namjoon asked as he closed the door behind Taehyung, sitting back down next to Yoongi, who was writing, and watching as Taehyung pulled up a chair. Sighing as he flopped down in the seat.

“It isn’t my assignment.” He said, watching as a small ‘tsk’ left Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi lifted his head from his notebook, turning in his chair to look at Taehyung. He noticed the bags under his eyes and the red tint in his eyes alerting the two upperclassmen that he was obviously tired, exhausted even. “Do you need me to tell these stupid fuckers to quit asking you to do their homework, because I will. You’re exhausted and have enough on your plate.”

Taehyung shook his head, “I’m fine, really.”

Both Namjoon and Yoongi gave him a look, showing him that they were anything but convinced.

“There’s going to come a point where you’re sick and tired of doing other people’s work for them and you’ll finally say no. I’m hoping that day comes soon, for the sake of your health and sanity.” Yoongi said, before turning back to his notebook.

Namjoon gave Taehyung a small sympathetic smile, patting his shoulder. “So about the song…”

[taehanstic-baby]

Can someone tell me why is he so handsome?

[hcurcux]

[ sms ; taehyunggie ] i cna’t fi ng ur eout how to work this phone

[ sms ; taehyunggie ] toddler ple as eh el p 

[ sms ; taehyunggie ] also i might’ve 

[ sms ; taehyunggie ] have gotten los ti n seoul

( 31 / 109 ) @nclcnger

[yoongxbaby]

BTS Reaction: Você ser a Bias deles e eles a encontrarem pela primeira vez.

Pedido: @krolkpop: “Reaction bts ao vc ser (bias-crush suplemo) e vcs tiverem algum tipo de interação com eles em alguma premiação ou em um programa..”

Nota: Me desculpe a demora. Ficou um pouco grande mas eu espero que goste <3 Boa leitura

Kim Seokjin

Jin saberia da noticia que a bias dele estaria no mesmo programa que ele quando você aparecesse no set de gravações, ele estaria tão nervoso por finalmente poder conversar com você. Seria um programa de variedades e os olhos dele estariam vidrados em você, sempre que dissesse algo ele riria deixando óbvio o quão tenso estava, você sempre tentando ignorar o olha dele em si mas em um dos breaks do programa iria falar com ele, com certeza.

-Olá Jinnie Oppa, vi que melhorou bastante na dança, cada vez chamando mais atenção! - puxaria o primeiro assunto para poder falar com ele afinal ele é um rapaz muito bonito e talentoso não tem como não gostar dele.

- Oh, você percebeu? - ele pararia um segundo e perceberia o que disse - Bom, quer dizer, obrigado, eu tento dar o meu melhor para os armys. - tentaria soar o mais calmo e falharia miseravelmente quando gaguejou nas últimas palavras. Você apenas sairia sorrindo e se arrumando no seu lugar para voltar a gravação.

A partir dai seria diferente, você trocaria muitos olhares nem um pouco discretos com ele. Já Jin lhe mandaria muitos beijos durante a gravação a fazendo corar. No final trocariam seus números e vivariam amigos e quem sabe algo a mais?

Min Yoongi

Yoongi é do tipo quieto mas não tanto quando estivesse voltando para seu lugar na mesa durante o MAMA e desse de cara com você que encerrou a sua apresentação e de tão cansada não o viu.

Quando o olhar dele encontrasse o seu, o coração pararia no mesmo instante e logo ele estaria se desculpando.

- Me desculpe Noona eu não a vi, eu estou meio distraído. - Ele estaria tão nervoso que embolaria todas as palavras.

-Yoongi Oppa você é mais velho que eu! E não precisa se desculpar eu acabei de descer do palco estou cansada e não vi para onde estava indo. - claro que Yoongi sendo esperto como é não perderia esta oportunidade.

- Eu posso leva-la até sua mesa se quiser, o que acha?

Jung Hoseok

Hobi estaria em um programa quando os MCs o dissessem para dançar uma de suas musicas e ele estaria mais que satisfeito por isto. Enquanto ele dançaria você apareceria atrás dele sem ele saber e algumas pessoas sabiam o quanto ele gostava de você e suas músicas e danças. Quando ele terminasse de dançar se viraria e daria de cara com você a cumprimentando e colocaria a mão no rosto enquanto sorria, ele ficaria tão envergonhado mas você estaria mais que feliz pela reação dele.

- Isto é serio? - ele perguntaria aos MCs totalmente confuso e feliz. Quando você se aproximou dele ele ficou ainda mais nervoso e sem nada para dizer.

- Olá Hobi Oppa. - a única reação dele seria ficar repetindo “sério?” sem acreditar no que estava acontecendo.

- E-eu gosto muito das suas músicas e eu a acho incrível, por favor nunca pare de produzir. - ele diria olhando em seus olhos e segurando suas mãos.

Talvez não fosse apenas ele que estivesse feliz com o acontecido, você também estaria pois poderia finalmente conhecer pessoalmente o idol que tanto fala de você.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon com toda certeza daria o máximo dele para falar com você já que toda semana ele postaria um print no twitter ouvindo uma de suas músicas e sempre falaria de você como uma inspiração na composição por todo seu trabalho e esforço.

Um dia os garotos seriam convidados para o Weekly Idol justamente na semana que você estaria sendo MC e ele estaria tão nervoso, tão nervoso que os garotos brincariam com ele sobre você. Mas durante o programa tudo correria bem e ele teria a chance de prestar atenção em cada um de seus detalhes e aproveitaria a chance para conversar bastante com você a fazendo perceber seu olhar quase durante todo o programa chamando sua atenção e no final do programa falaria com ele.

- Eu vi em um de seus tweets uma música minha, não sabia que havia gostado daquela. - Puxaria o primeiro assunto em mente apenas para conversar com o garoto e perder a vergonha.

- Sim, na verdade aquela foi uma das minhas musicas favoritas. Eu soube que ela deu trabalho para ser produzida. - Namjoon queria fazer de tudo para conversar com você e tentaria puxar o máximo de assunto para passar um tempo com você.

- O que acha de irmos até o meu estúdio e eu te mostro minhas próximas músicas e você pode aproveitar e me ajudar em algumas faixas o que acha?

Ele aceitaria se nem hesitar e vocês passariam o máximo de tempo juntos, fazendo com que um amizade nascesse ali deixando os dois muito felizes e ansiosos para trabalhos futuros.

Park Jimin

Jimin é bastante tímido e sempre está sendo convidado para programas então seria bem fácil de vocês se encontrarem. Ele já teria falado para alguns membros como gostava de você e como tinha vontade de conhece-la. Quando ele fosse a um programa e se encontrasse com você ele ficaria muito tímido, mas tentaria não deixar evidente, sempre estaria sorrindo e cobrindo o rosto com a mão quando você fizesse algo fofo ou divertido.

- Tão fofa. - Diria sorrindo e quando percebeu que havia dito muito alto seria tarde demais pois todos os olhares estariam nele enquanto você sorria simpaticamente. - Oh...

Seria tudo o que ele diria e passaria o resto do programa evitando o seu olhar curioso nele, mas assim que acabasse o programa você iria atrás dele e agradeceria.

- Obrigada. - seria um momento bem tenso mas quando os lábios dele se abrissem em um sorriso você saberia que tudo estava bem.

- De nada!... Ah... Eu gosto muito do seu trabalho e... eu poderia tirar uma foto com você? - ele diria o mais tímido possível evitando olhar nos seus olhos, vocês tirariam a foto e passariam mais um tempo conversando até ele perder a vergonha e toda aquela conversa começar a ficar tão interessante que sairiam para jantar e passar a tarde juntos conversando e se conhecendo melhor.

(Jimin provavelmente ficaria assim depois de perceber o que disse em voz alta)

Kim Taehyung

TaeTae provavelmente apareceria no telão cantando a lyric completa sem errar nada e isso viralizaria, todas as suas mentions e notificações no twitter seriam sobre esse vídeo e provavelmente teria tag falando sobre o amor de Tae quando se trata de você. Assim que visse tudo aquilo ainda durante a premiação, sairia o procurando e provavelmente o acharia conversando com o membro de outro grupo.

- Olá Taehyunggie Oppa, podemos conversar? - diria após tocar no ombro dele chamando a atenção. Tae pareceria estar o mais confiante possível, mas por dentro estaria gritando e pulando de alegria.

- Claro que podemos! Aconteceu algo? - ele diria preocupado caso tivesse feito algo para você.

- na verdade sim. Primeiro quero dizer que eu não sabia que ouvia minha música e segundo todos os nossos fãs estão falando algo sobre sermos um casal e eu quero entender o que está acontecendo. - um sorriso apareceria no rosto dele e consequentemente no seu.

- Eu concordo com os fãs e eu gosto muito do seu estilo musical, calmo e tranquilo, músicas assim me chamam muita atenção, assim como você - levaria um certo tempo para entender todo esse flerte dele e se isto estava realmente acontecendo.

- Acho que podemos resolver todos esses problemas juntos o que acha?

Jeon Jungkook

Este garoto é o mais tímido de todos, no caso dele seria mais você que faria amizade com ele, vocês provavelmente se encontrariam bastante em premiações e programas mas nunca conversaram mesmo, quando o dia finalmente chegou foi a coisa mais repentina de todas e faria os dois ficarem com bastante vergonha.

- Me desculpe, e-eu não a vi. - diria depois de esbarrar em você e fazendo derrubar água eu todo o seu vestido durante uma premiação.

- Não tem problema, bom na verdade tem pois este é meu único vestido, mas como foi você eu não ligo. -Ele abriria um sorriso de uma orelha a outra e as bochechas do mesmo corariam.

-Eu posso ajudar você com esse problema nos vestiários. - ele daria uma piscadinha e você entenderia. Os dois estariam cobertos de vergonha mas no final virariam bem amigos e fariam alguns trabalhos juntos gerando rumores na internet.

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[kookiemonster221]

I love that YN didn’t automatically just agree to everything bc they’re bts she’s still independent and not about to risk her life bc of who they are. But poor taehyunggie 🥺🥺 baby boy makes me so sad 🤧🤧

Recrudescence (4)

It’s nearly easy as breathing (for six of them, at least) for BTS to pretend to be just like everyone else - humans with big dreams and aspirations. But one person brings the façade crashing to the ground and for some reason, they just can’t let her go.

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Chapter Three

Chapter Four

The park is much warmer and drier than YN remembers. The prickly grass and hard bark of the tree seem to have melted and turned into some sort of soft cotton. It feels like a dream, really.

YN sighs, burying her face in the warm blankets before launching up with a start.

 She certainly shouldn’t be in warm sheets at the moment.

Had she been kidnapped? Would she ever make it back to her country? Will she be enslaved for the rest of her life?

Panicking, the girl tries to shrug herself out of the tangled bedsheets, rubbing her eyes and planning her escape … for the second time.

It’s really not her day today.

“Woah there, tiger. You’ll give yourself whiplash,” a voice says fondly, not unlike the tone a parent has with his or her child.

In all of her short-circuiting, YN failed to notice the seven males sitting near her in this dim room.

A light is switched on and YN recoils before getting used to the sight, blinking.

Namjoon stands near her beside, Yoongi and Hoseok glued to his side and staring at her with wide, happy eyes. They look very much like a trio of puppies in an excited mood. Jimin is sprawled all over the other half of the bed, hand lain on his crossed arms, smiling fondly at her. Jin stands across the room, a book held loosely in his hand, eyes trained on her like he’s trying to figure something out. Jungkook is chewing on his lip, eyes innocent and sweet but hands clenched tightly at his side, as if he’s restraining himself from doing something.

 But Taehyung grins at her, his teeth normal and shiny white. 

Regardless, she shrieks when she sees him, fumbling and landing on the floor harshly. 

All the boys move at once, hands outstretched and voices raised in concern.

“Don’t touch me! Any of you!” She shouts, scrambling into a standing position and backing herself up against one of the walls, sliding across the smooth plaster.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asks.

He feels hurt at the way she’s behaving, almost as if she’s afraid of him.

“You! Don’t come anywhere near me, you monster!” She screams, hands shakily holding onto the sheet like a lifeline.

Taehyung comes up short, as if he hit a wall.“I - what?” He asks, confusion lacing his tone.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Why are you scared?” Jin asks, pushing away from his wall.

“Calm down, YN. Nothing’s going to hurt you. We would never hurt you,” Yoongi says, taking a step towards her.

Hoseok grips the other man’s shirt.

“Give her space, Yoongz,”

“What are you talking about, baby girl?” Jimin asks, “You have to be clearer so we can understand you. What monsters?”

“Like you don’t know what I mean,” She says, accusing glare pinned on all of them.

“Explain then,” Tae says, venom lacing his tone.

He can’t help but want to hurt her, since his own feelings are injured at the moment. But instead, she looks even more terrified than before, guilt flaring up in his chest.

“Don’t be so mean,” Jungkook says, his natural voice soothing the girl a bit.

It’s melodic.

“If you wouldn’t mind elaborating further, it would be a great help, okay?” Kookie continues.

The unpleasant buzzing sound fills the others’ heads, but YN is eased.

“I - he bit me. With … fangs. Like a vampire. He shoved me into some closet and - “ She begins, tears gathering in her eyes.

“How -”

Namjoon, fast as lightning, has his hands around Taehyung’s throat.“How dare you treat her that way?!” he snarls out.

A frightened whimper escapes YN. 

Namjoon drops Tae just as quickly as he grabbed him, cringing at the girl’s horrified expression.

“All of you quit it!” Seokjin yells. “I’m mediating this from now on. No more nonsense, we’re going to sort this out,”

The boys mellow out at that, not wanting to scare her again. 

YN, still terrified, stays near the wall, wary of them all.

“So, Taehyung bit you, YN? Is that right?” Jin asks.

She nods.

“Did he suck your blood?”

She nods again.

“Is that why you left in such a fright?”

Another nod.

“And now you’re afraid of him?”

More nodding.

“Do you think we’re all vampires?”

“Y - yes. Aren’t you?”

Jimin makes a noise of disgust. 

“There’s only one leech in this room,” He says.

YN’s gaze shifts over to Jimin.

“How are you speaking so fluently? None of you can speak English but Namjoon - ”

“Let’s just settle this first, okay, sweetheart? You can ask us whatever else you want afterwards, okay?”

Surrounded and seeing no other choice, YN nods.

“I - this doesn’t usually happen. You weren’t supposed to remember anything. I was just supposed to drink from you and send you back, you weren’t supposed to run off or be afraid,”

“How could I not be afraid? You stole me away like some … like a blood rapist!”

Jimin actually chuckles before quieting at the glare everyone else sends him.

“I’m sorry. Everyone else is victim to my persuasion so no one gets hurt. I never expected it to go this way. You just smelled so delicious, I couldn’t help myself,”

Even now, he feels his teeth pushing against his gums

“You don’t kill people?” She asks, suspicion lacing her tone.

“No. I haven’t killed anyone in …” His eyes flash with some hidden pain, “A very, very long time. I promise,”

“And you won’t be biting her anymore,” Yoongi says, eyes nearly black, “Ever,”

Taehyung swallows, looking away.

“I won’t,” he says lightly ignoring the burn in his throat.

“As for the rest of us, I think we shouldn’t overwhelm you today. Let’s explain everything for you tomorrow, okay? We have a busy day at the studio,” Seokjin says.

He just wants her to go back to sleep, to not try and leave again. An icky feeling settles upon him at the simple thought of her not being with him.

“Are you kidding me? I get mauled by a vampire and kidnapped by BTS and you expect me to just stay here are la di da? Like whatever, he said he was sorry so everything’s peachy keen now. Hell no! I’m leaving and don’t any of you dare try to get in my way, understand?”

“YN, please. We promise that we won’t hurt you. Nothing will hurt you while we watch over you, okay?” Hoseok says.

“Why would I believe you at all? I don’t know you and you’re all some sort of something. Running was the right choice and I’d like to finish it, alright,”

“Please stay,” Jungkook whispers, a tingling feeling dusting over her.

“No,” she says.

The rest of the boys share a loaded look.

“Please, YN. Don’t leave me,” Jimin says, unable to stop myself from reaching for her.

The horrible image of her slipping away paints his mind, causing him to shudder.

“I’m sure you can find a replacement for the contest. I’ll even sign a nondisclosure agreement if I need to. I just want to leave,”

“Who cares about the contest. Just stay with us, please,”

“Why?” She asks, on the verge of hysteria.

“Because …” Seokjin starts, “you’re my mate,”

“My mate,” Jimin chimes.

“My mate,” Jungkook whispers.

“My … mate” Taehyung says.

“My mate” Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi say.

Everyone stares at her with sincerity.

“Our unity,”

Chapter Five