#yeongbae

[yanderu-deredere]

could you do some of your yanderes reacting to their darling maybe suddenly asking them when the two of them will break up? and then when asked what darling means, she tells them that actually she thought they were jokingly dating her and that they'll break up with her after they get bored? kinda got inspired by the other ask thats similar to this one

a/n: another ask that's been inspired by the other post hehe! i really love this idea becos of the angst potential, tbh. thank you so muh for the wonderful request and i hope i did your idea justice

warning: female reader as requested, very yandere, reader is colorblind and can't see red flags, mentions of eun-jeong somnophilia? or something like that, non-sexual nudity in mel's, descriptions of a panic attack in yeong-bae's

You had been pondering over what to do for a few weeks now.

You'd started dating your partner almost a year ago and, so far, you'd been extremely happy. In fact, everything felt like it'd been going absolutely perfectly! Your partner has been so attentive and sweet and kind that, honestly, there was nothing else you could've asked for!

Therein laid the problem.

You didn't know what to do about the fact that you were starting to fall in love with your partner.

When they had asked you out, it was something of a casual thing, nothing too serious. In fact, they had asked you out as a means to alleviate their boredom!

You'd been in love with them for so long that you had readily agreed, anything to be able to stand by their side.

Now, you knew, that had been a mistake. Now, you knew, you had to end this before you grew even more attached.

ayaka yamato ★ profile

Ayaka stared at you dumbfounded, her doe eyes wide and her lips slightly parted as the thoughts in her mind zoomed at a million miles an hour.

She felt an irritation--an anger--bubble in her chest and she so desperately wanted to lash out, wanted to scream and cry and throw something. Instead, she breathed through it and grabbed your forearm.

"What do you mean you're breaking up with me?" She asked through gritted teeth, her nails just barely digging into you.

Your eyes watered a little but not because of her obvious fury. The feelings you'd had for so long, that you'd bottled up for so long, felt like they'd burst in you, making it a bit hard to keep your composure.

"I-I just don't think this relationship is g-good for us." You finally warbled out, eyes still wet and fists clenching as you tried your hardest to at least keep some of your dignity.

Ayaka quickly scoffed but her mind was still reeling.

Was it her clinginess? Had you finally realised how poisonously possessive she was?

You had always just smiled at her so gently when she screeched at you not to hang out with others or patted her head when she'd drag you back into your room so nobody else could set eyes on you.

She knew you had taken all of her red flags way too easily! Now, the other shoe had dropped and she didn't know what to do.

"I can't let you." She finally spoke up and the way she stared at you made you feel less like she was staring at you and more like she was staring through you. "I won't let you leave."

"I love you. I love you so much." Ayaka hugged your arm to her chest and glanced in the direction of your room, her voice a soft mutter as if she was mostly talking to herself "I'll just keep you in your room, hmm? I'll keep you there, lock you there, until you come to your senses."

"I"ll keep you here until you realise just how serious I am about you."

That was when Ayaka glanced back at you and saw the fat tears falling down your cheeks. The way you looked at her-- It made something in her break, made her cry a little bit too, her glasses fogging up from the heat of her tears.

She wouldn't waver in the face of your crying. She just wouldn't. She'd do exactly as she said and there was no way of convincing her otherwise--

Suddenly, you'd engulfed her in a tight hug, your wet face nuzzling into her neck, dampening a bit of the collar of her shirt.

"I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I-I wanted to break up with you-- because! I thought-- I thought you didn't really love me!" You'd cried out, your voice muffled against her throat "I-I didn't realise you'd b-been serious ab-about dating me..."

For a second, Ayaka's entire body felt numb. Then, like it was second nature, she mindlessly wrapped her arms around you, clutching you to her like if she'd let go you would disappear in front of her very eyes.

"Idiot. Stupid. Moron. What the fuck." She sighed, her own measly tears falling down her makeup covered cheeks "Don't scare me like that."

Then she pulled away and wiped her tears on the sleeves of her cardigan, her eyeliner smudging. Surprisingly, it didn't feel like it mattered at all.

She took your hands into hers and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, her lips all sticky sweet from her lip gloss

"I'll make sure to show you exactly how much I love you from now on, so your cute but thick stupid head doesn't forget, okay?"

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

Eun-jeong felt his entire world crumble around him. It felt like the floor beneath him fell away to reveal nothingness, like he was about to be swept straight into Hell without even a second to react.

And wasn’t that what he deserved? Didn’t he deserve to go to Hell for how he felt about you?

You finally figured out all of his disgusting feelings, the darkness that ate away inside him, the dirt and decay that hung from his fingers. And now, you didn’t want him near you anymore. You didn’t want this monster loving you anymore.

“Puppy.” He finally pried the word out of his mouth and, like a cork screw on a Champagne bottle, the rest of the words seemed to rush out “I don’t understand. I thought we had such a good relationship. I thought I made you happy.”

He recalled every moment with you, tried to remember if he’d ever let his darker desires slip through. Had you seen the shrine he’d erected for you in the deep recesses of his closet? Had you realized that your boss’ heart-attack had been anything but natural? Had you heard him late at night, watching you?

“Yes, you’ve made me so very happy, Jeongie.” You answered haltingly and he hung on to every syllable that fell from your lips “However, this relationship isn’t good. I-I can’t stay in it any longer or else it’ll get harder to leave.”

Something pinged in his head once he’d heard what you said.

You couldn’t stay longer or else it would get harder to leave. Did that mean that you had grown attached to him? Was there some part of you that was in love with him, just like he was in love with you? Then, if he made you stay longer and longer, would you just love him more and more?

His willowy fingers wrapped around your wrist, his grip gentle but strong “Then, I can’t let you leave.”

You looked up at him, bewildered and cute, and he couldn’t help but take a step closer to you, his hand cupping the back of your neck and his lips finding their way to your forehead.

“I love you so much, puppy.” He muttered against your skin before he suddenly pulled you to his chest, pressing your cheek against his collar bone “I can’t let you leave. Not when I love you this much.”

He felt you take a gasp of air, wet and haggard. Immediately, he felt a crumpling sort of self-hatred fill his chest. You were crying now. He’d scared you, made you cry, and it was all because of these wretched feelings.

Suddenly, almost tentatively, he felt you wrap your arms around his torso.

“I-I thought— I thought maybe you wer-weren’t serious about a-all of this.” You’d whimpered out, obviously still tearing up “B-But I’ve always loved you so much, Jeongie, and I-I didn’t want to be in this relationship i-if you didn’t want to take it seriously—”

Eun-jeong had heard enough. He softly shushed you, tears also threatening to sting his eyes but he held it all back.

He pressed another kiss against you—this time, on the crown of your head—before sighing in relief “Oh, puppy, I’m so sorry I haven’t been making it obvious enough. But I do love you and I am serious about this relationship.”

“I don’t think I can love anyone after you, puppy, so please, don’t ever leave me.” Eun-jeong pulled away from you enough to get on both of his knees, his hands suddenly grasping yours so that he could press soft kisses against the backs of them “I love you more than anyone could ever love anyone else, I swear it.”

The dark look in his eyes convinced you that there was no way he was lying.

mel lowell ★ profile

Mel had been chipper when you approached him, your body language mimicking a frightened gazelle. You’d claimed that you needed to talk to him about something and he quickly agreed to listen.

Even after, when you’d dropped the heaviest bomb he’d ever felt in his life, that same chipper expression stayed on his face.

In fact, he even chuckled. Though, you had to admit, it was a dry sort of chuckle, the kind that wasn’t at all because he was amused. There was something dark behind that chuckle, something you didn’t recognize.

Mel, on the other hand, knew that this moment would’ve come eventually. He knew that he and his partners weren’t exactly conventional, knew that taking them as your lovers was a hard pill to swallow. Still, he had thought you’d adapted into the pack well.

That just showed him that he should never let his guard down, hm?

It didn’t matter if you found them to be too monstrous; it didn’t matter if you couldn’t love them as both man and wolf, that you’d thought them too possessive, that perhaps they had ended up scaring you with the way they were.

Wolves mated for life. That was all there was to it.

“Puppy, you’re so silly.” Mel took a step closer to you, his fingers suddenly ghosting over the top of your breast, close to the middle, right above where your heart would be.

Even though it’d been almost a year since he’d bitten you there, all hard and bloody, you still felt a tingle of something as he trailed his fingers there, almost as if tracing it.

“Do you remember when I’d given you that bite?” He smiled fondly as if recalling the memory and, when you’d slowly nodded your head “I gave you that bite because I love you, baby.”

“It’s all scarred, isn’t it?” He then asked, that chipper expression of his turning into something more and more, something twisted. Then, without warning, he’d grabbed the collar of your shirt “Take it off.”

You couldn’t help but be a little flabbergasted. You didn’t understand how your breakup with him inexplicably turned to this but, in the face of his serious tone, you couldn’t help but follow.

Mel smiled at your obedience before stepping even closer, his thumb tracing the raised scar peeking just out of your bra. This was the same scar his teeth had left, the same scar he’d used to mark you as his.

Just as he did that, he leaned a bit closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear “If you really want to stop being mine, puppy, you need to care this out. Because as long as you have this, you’re mine.”

“Just like I’m yours, hmm?” His tone returned to his usual, lighter and happier, as he brushed a fleeting kiss against your temple.

Almost haltingly, you nodded.

He was grateful for that “Where did this all come from anyway?”

That was when he finally properly looked at you and his heart instantly melted. You stood there, soft pout across your lips, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You looked like a chastised little kid and Mel knew that there was nothing he could do. After all, anyone would cry when they found out exactly what they got themselves into.

However, you immediately surprised him when you turned your head up to look at him, your body almost arching as if desperate to be close, to curve your body to mirror his.

“I’m sorry. I-I thought— I thought you weren’t that s-serious ab-about being with me a-and I kept falling de-deeper and deeper and—” You’d whimpered and sniffled, all pathetic but still so very pretty.

Mel laughed and this time, it was boisterous, loud, his arms wrapping around your waist “Oh, puppy, you really are so very silly.”

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

“Ah.” The small little punched out sound left Yeong-bae suddenly, like they  couldn’t control it, like someone really had just absolutely gut punched it right out of them.

And it did certainly feel that way. They felt like they couldn’t breathe, like it was hard to get air into their lungs, and their stomach was slithering into knots and their chest ached something awful.

Still, despite the turmoil they felt, you stood there, firm in your decision.

Yeong-bae’s golden eyes darted every which way as their brain scrambled for an explanation, for an answer.

Had you figured out they’d put cameras in your room? But you’d loved when they filmed you with their professional camera before. Was it because they’d scared all your friends way? But you’d said they were the only one you needed, that they were the only one you truly wanted in your life.

Was it something else? Had they done something? They didn’t understand.

“C-Can you tell me what I’ve done?” They finally managed to get the words out, their tongue feeling heavy and numb in their mouth “C-Can I fix it?”

You just looked down at your hands gravely “It— It’s not really anything you’ve done, Yeongie, s-so there’s not really anything to fix.”

There was nothing to fix. There was nothing they could do. The words echoed a little in their mind before, finally, painfully, registering.

Suddenly, the little air they’d been able to breathe before vanished and, so agonizingly, they started being unable to get even a gulp of air in. Their vision swam and, almost alarmingly, they could hear the way their heart beat in their ears, their face turning awfully hot, their entire body crumpling to the ground.

They would lose you. They would lose you and there was nothing to do because you’d go— The greatest thing they’d been able to have and they’d messed it up.

“Yeongie!” Your voice felt like you were talking to him through a wall or, maybe, through water. Everything seemed so far away “Yeongie, please, wait— You need to calm down. Tell me three things in this room.”

You were grounding him. Yes, yes, that’s what he needed. His eyes snapped to you and he noted your teary eyes, the way your wet lips seemed to twist into a pretty frown, the way your hands clutched at him.

As he took more and more of you in, he felt himself slowly but surely calm down. It still hurt to breathe but he could at least get the air. Now, at least, he was able to be in the moment, to be grounded.

Except he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to exist in a world where you weren’t with him, where you didn’t love him.

“Please.” He took you by the forearms, his eyes wide and desperate in a way you’d only seen hints of before “Please, I can’t lose you, darling. I can’t. I can’t. You can’t leave me. I love you.”

The tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes finally fell and you looked at him like you couldn’t truly believe what was happening in front of you “Really?”

He nodded hastily before, suddenly, kissing you. The kiss was messy and frenzied and wet from both your tears. Usually, Yeong-bae was so very gentle and sweet but this kiss was anything but. He kissed you like a starving man, all tongue and teeth and desperation.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, worried it wasn’t enough to convince you. If you weren’t convinced, he’d just have to keep you, find somewhere far away to stow you—

Before he could finish that thought, you’d laughed softly and leaned against him “I’m— I’m so sorry, Yeongie, I-I had thought— I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry, I was just falling so in love with you and I didn’t want to stay where my feelings weren’t requited.”

Yeong-bae nodded “But I do love you.”

He’d finish that thought later. Just in case.

[ignitesthestxrs]

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[daydreamindollie]

m.yg | nae sarang

Pairing: m.yoongi x f.reader 

Genre: angst + small fluff? 

Length: 2.0k 

A/N: I went a little bit overboard with this, I’m sorry but I’ve always wanted to write a scenario like this because I love reading them too! Anyway, I hope you like it! Happy Reading! 

Prompts: 

“I’m pregnant”

“Get rid of it!”

Never before had you felt so sick to your stomach. This wasn’t meant to happen, you were actively taking the pill daily so this couldn’t have happened. 

Did you miss a day by mistake? 

Thoroughly shifting through your memories only had the opposite effect. Instead of your memories becoming clearer, all the days and the times you took your daily pill blurred into each other until you could no longer comprehend which day was which and you were beginning to lose trust in whether the memory of taking a pill was reliable. Releasing a shaky sign, you took a sharp intake of breath as you forced yourself to face the truth. 

“What’s done is done…” you shakily whisper, staring down at the six positive pregnancy tests sitting atop the bathroom countertop, “I just-…I just have to tell him now and hope that all goes well,”

You hope to god that he’s supportive but, if not, then you’re more than willing to take on this child on your own. They will be your first child and, although you’re not married, 23 and currently switching between odd jobs, you know that with a determined mindset, you can achieve anything. 

“Y-Yoongi?” you whisper into the phone, voice weak and small. 

“This better be important (Y/N), I need to finish this composition urgently and I can’t afford to waste any more time,” he grumbles in the husky voice that would usually have your knees quaking and melting you into a flustered puddle on the floor, however, the cold tone behind his words were enough to send a dangerous chill down your spine. 

“I-It is important, I promise,” you breath shakily, trying to calm your nerves down.

“What is it then?” he demands, voice still cold and void of any concern for you despite the obvious apprehension dripping from your words over the phone. Somehow, this injects some courage in you and, wanting to draw some emotion from him with your next statement, you speak in the most confident voice you’ve ever spoken in ever since the beginning of this conversation. 

“I’m pregnant”

In spite of your sudden spike of confidence for that one second, the long silence that followed had your heart racing and your nerves pinching themselves all over again. 

“Where are you right now?” he finally says, voice hardened and still cold. 

“A-at your apartment…”

“Stay put, I’m coming over right now,” his intentions gave you some ounce of hope for a better consequence to your dire circumstance; if he was willing to see you, then he surely wants to support you, right? You desperately held onto that hope, even though he hung up even before you were able to utter a polite goodbye. There was no exchange of ‘I love you’s, no sweet farewells, just the flat tone of the line ending. 

Still, you held onto that single, thin thread of hope; it was all you had. 

“Get rid of it!” was the first sentence you hear out of his mouth as soon as he walks through the door and all you can feel is your heart dropping through your stomach and below the floor, you were standing on, knees shaky. He usually had that effect on you, shaking your knees and usually having your heart fluttering out of your chest but his ultimatum had you losing yourself to the tears that were quick to accumulate behind your delicate lashes. 

“B-but…”

“But nothing! I don’t want a child right now,” his hair was ruffled and the bags under his eyes were prominent, sending your heart into an ache of sympathy. You were always such a burden to him and now you were putting more weight onto his shoulders. 

“Yoongi, please let's talk this out. I-I know that your career is important but surely I’m just as important right?” you were begging him with your eyes, body and words, desperate for a consolation that can only be given by him - the man you have devoted three years of your life to, the man you had planned your future with, the man who had your entire heart. 

He couldn’t face you. His fists were clenched at his sides as his head turned to away from you, unable to look you in the eye. This shattered your heart. He had dropped your precious heart onto the floorboards and let it shatter before you. His unwillingness to help, let alone comfort you in your time of need, shattered your world and all the fantasies of your future shared with him. 

“I’ll go pack my things…”

This had his eyes widening and finally turning his face to you, “You can’t seriously be thinking about having this baby!” he tried to be the voice of reason. 

“I am and I will,” you cried, finally standing on your own two feet despite the heartbreaking tears spilling over your lashes, “with or without you!” he couldn’t stand seeing you in tears but was speechless at your selfless conclusion for the situation, “I thought that at least you’d support me through this since you came all the way here to talk it out face to face.”

“I thought that, at least, you deserved a personal talk rather than one over the phone for something like this!”

“Well thank you for your courtesy,” you finished packing “but you can have it back because I’ll be leaving now,” your weak sniffle didn’t relieve the unease in his heart. All he could do was stand frozen as you walked past him, slipping through his fingers slowly. 

Why couldn’t he reach out to you? 

Why isn’t he stopping you? 

As soon as he heard the slam of the door, he flinched and finally released the shaky sigh that he didn’t know he was holding. That wasn’t his main focus, however, because he had been able to admit to his lack of action with shameful reasoning. 

He was a coward. 

Maybe he subconsciously thought this was for the best. He was very well aware of his neglect of your despite you being the perfect lover; bringing him lunch when you knew he had holed himself up in his studio, constantly giving him love and affection through your actions rather than words because the both of you value the strength of deeds over talk. He didn’t deserve you but to know that you were pregnant with his child and unwilling to get rid of it, his heart was going crazy.

Would you be able to handle it? He hopes you would let it go, he knows you’re smarter than that

It’s been around a year since the day you parted with Yoongi and three months since you’ve had your baby boy. Many times during your nine months of pregnancy, you questioned yourself: would you be a good enough mother alone? Were you overestimating yourself? Was Yoongi right? However, as soon as you went into your ultrasound and looked at the picture the surgery had printed for you, you would always smile to yourself. It was for him. You were doing this for your first baby boy. He would be the perfect amalgamation of you and the man you loved for three years, going on four because you never stopped loving him.

Yoongi had been with you through the good and the bad and you’re sure that if it weren’t for his job, he would be by your side right now, gazing over your shoulder as he cooed at your dozing baby - the embodiment of your love or the love you once shared, now a love you carried by yourself and will continue to carry forever. Hence why you named your son ‘Yeongbae’, meaning long, perpetual, eternal and forever but also cultivate; you will raise him up to be a person you'll be proud to call your son, Yoongi too if he ever gets the chance to meet him. 

“I hope one day you don’t hate me for not being strong enough to fight for your father to stay by my side…” you whispered, blinking back tears as you pressed your precious boy further into your chest, “with luck, you’ll see that my love for you alongside my love for your father will be enough,”

You had planned to take Yeongbae out in his stroller for just below an hour today as it was such good weather outside; the sun was shining but there was also a gentle breeze that whispered good fortune into the air. There was a good mix of sun and cloud, which excited you. 

“Today is going to be a perfect day for a stroll, Yeongbae, I promise,” you whisper as you slip him into an appropriate attire, a layer thicker than yours so that it's not enough to leave him cold or too hot, “Are you ready to go to the park, nae Sarang?” you coo when he reaches his arms up with a cry of excitement. He was worth it. You didn’t need Yoongi but you wish he could see how adorable and sweet looking his son came out, almost identical to him in facial shape, lips and attitude - sometimes cute, sometimes grumpy, sometimes a mix of both (your favourite). However, he’s been able to inherit your eyes and affinity for good music because he’s always bobbing his head or communicating some form of enjoyment when you put his father’s music on. Just because you were no longer going out with Yoongi, didn’t mean you no longer supported his career or the boys, you were still an avid fan because you know how hardworking they all are (especially Yoongi) and you find motivation and inspiration in them. The only difference now was that you had already lived the fantasy of dating one of them. 

“Are you enjoying the sun, nae Sarang?” he heard your familiar voice, almost cringing at the ache it brought his heart. So many times he had illusions of your voice floating through the air and teasing his ears. This wasn’t fair, how could you still have such a substantial influence on his mood without physically being beside him or-

Yoongi has to do a double-take as soon as he lays his tired eyes on you - the love of his life - pulling a baby out of the stroll as you flash it that beautiful smile of yours before cradling it in your arms, talking animatedly about anything and everything under the sun. He remembers reading somewhere that consistently speaking to a baby will better their vocabulary once they know how to speak and encourage them to speak sooner than most other babies. 

All he could do was stare on at the beautiful sight before him. It was so enchanting that his heart gave an achy shudder at the image. You were practically glowing brighter than the sun as you stared down at your child, his little hand curled around your pointer finger as you continued to talk: “the colour of the sky is blue but it can change depending on the time of day, don’t you know?” he finds himself chuckling at your odd but endearing way of speech, he’s sure that your son will quickly pick it up and, although he once made fun of you for it just for the laughs, he wouldn’t complain if his son was able to inherit such an endearing trait from you. 

As if you could sense his entire focus on you, you look up, only to stop mid-chatter, successfully drawing a whine of curiosity from your son. 

“Yoongi…”

There were tears in his eyes as soon as the two of you made eye contact and the moment after, he was also able to lock eyes with his sweet baby boy. He was perfect, a perfect combination of your beauty and his own that only paled compared to yours. He was the perfect combination of the woman that gave him everything and, in turn, was given (and still had) his heart with the man that regrettably lost his entire world and love. 

masterlist

[seoulxsinners]

like for a starter from Jinseok

Pride Demon

Father of Taehyun, Haejin, Yeongbae

[floralseokjin]

—who cares | 10 (m)

pairing— kim taehyung x oc / kim seokjin x oc genre/warnings— angst, adultery, mature themes words— 5,368

:: summary— what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?

note— inspired by Dean’s album 130: trbl.

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His point of view

Taehyung was beside himself. His head was all over the place. All weekend he had been in a drunken stupor having woken up next to Yeongba Saturday morning. He still felt sick at the memory of it all. He hadn't slept with anyone else besides Sumi since their affair had started. He didn't feel the need to—he was in love. Well, at least he thought he was in love. He knew Sumi was still having sex with Seokjin, despite never explicitly saying it out loud, but he wasn't stupid. He knew she was. He knew in some fucked up way he'd probably improved their sex life too. It was obvious as time passed. She used to be beside herself every time she was away from Taehyung for more than a few days, but as the weeks and months passed, she couldn't care less.

He wondered if they were cursed from the very beginning. He would’ve have done anything to have met her in another lifetime, one where she wasn't already taken and in love because he realised now, that she was never his. No matter how much he believed that in the beginning, he was deluded, because at the end of the day when she left Taehyung’s bed she went back to the one she shared with Seokjin. They shared a history, one that Taehyung could never contend with and finally—he understood it.

It was over. It had come out of her own mouth—finally. He knew she had been wanting to break it off for a while, but in a way, he guessed he had manipulated her when it came to making her stay. He knew she was weak when it came to him, and he hoped it had been enough for her to choose him, but he knew he was living in a bubble. It was never him. He had been a pawn in the game she hadn't realised she'd been playing. In some sickeningly ironic way he had been the one to save her relationship with Seokjin.

She'd realised she was still in love with him and he knew every time she looked at Taehyung now she saw regret. She saw her betrayal and she hated herself. He was every reminder of how much she had fucked up and he knew his actions didn't help things either. He'd turned more bitter as the weeks went on. He couldn't even remember the last time they'd had a civil conversation. Everything had turned toxic, even when they had sex. It had turned into a competition. He'd even been angry each time, imagining Seokjin’s hands over her body, making her moan, making her love him…

It was over now, though. He had to except it. He was alone once again. Everything he'd been caught up in these past six months was a waste. Everything he'd thought was the truth, was real—wasn't. Sumi was right. They weren't in love. If they were he would never have slept with Yeongba. He would have stayed that night at Sumi’s and looked after her, comforted her—or if she really wanted him gone, he should have obeyed and gone home straight away. If it was true love he wouldn't have gotten drunk and he wouldn't have slept with someone else just to hurt her. It wasn't love he felt for Sumi, it was infatuation. It was unhealthy. His obsession had turned him unhealthy. If it was love he felt he wouldn't have been hell bent on ruining her life, because that's what he'd been trying to do in a way…it was true.

He still wasn't perfect, he knew that. It had been proven in the way he had felt gleeful at the prospect of her confessing all to Seokjin. He was miserable and he wanted her to be too. Maybe that was wrong of him, childish of him, but at least he could tell himself it was because it was unfair to Seokjin—he needed to know the true extent of her lies. Even if it wasn't all the truth, Taehyung could think it to make himself feel better. Although he excepted it was over, he was still upset. He was still angry. He was still heartbroken, and pathetically, a part of him still had hope.

He was pretty sure Seokjin would end it with you then and there, and Taehyung would still be here. He was mad at Sumi, but he could learn to forgive her in time. They could fall in love for real this time, once it was all over between her and Seokjin. If he chose to forgive her, then more fool him—he would be a better man than Taehyung could ever be.

It was almost a week later when he received a call from her. He'd just come off the phone himself, hope in his heart as things finally began to look up for him—a silver lining in the form of an audition. Maybe things would finally turn out for the better and then his cell was vibrating and it was her—maybe this was a sign too. He hadn't expected to hear from Sumi again, finally accepting it was over these past couple of days, but here she was, and stupidly his heart began to beat optimistically.

“Sumi?! Why are you calling? Is everything okay? Did you tell Seokjin? What did he say? Please tell me you’re okay—I’ve been worried all week!”

He didn't even give her a word in edgeways and after he finished, out of breath slightly from the way he rushed, he waited patiently, hearing her breathing on the other end before she inhaled loudly, gearing herself up for something it seemed.

“No—I didn't tell him,” was all she said, her voice steady and calm and Taehyung felt his heart drop.

Had she lied to him? Had she not even planned to tell Seokjin? He couldn't explain why he felt so betrayed, it wasn't like they were together anymore. What did it matter now if Taehyung and she weren't going to end up with each other at the end of it? If anything, he should just shrug it off, let her live her life of lies. It was on her conscience. His was free—it had always been free. He didn't care for this Seokjin guy. He was just some rich man who had the woman Taehyung wanted…or so he used to think. Now, maybe he didn't want Sumi that much. She was a liar. A cheat and a coward. Just like him he supposed…

“You said,” was all he spoke, emphasis on each word to show that he had put his trust in her and she had deceived it once again.

“I know I did, Tae, but you don't understand,” she practically pleaded, “I love him. I can't break his heart. Not now—not ever—

“But you can break mine?!” He exclaimed, his voice cracking and there was silence as she mulled it over before she spoke slowly and precisely.

“When it comes down to it, I will always choose him over you.”

If he wanted honest, he got it and he felt her words physically stab him right in the gut, twisting the blade with each syllable.

“I was stupid to ever get involved with you. I hurt you in the process—

“Don't act like you care,” he scoffed. “You just said you'd chose him over me any day.”

“Of course I care!” She rushed, tripping over her own words. “Don't you think I don't regret it everyday? I thought I loved you, Taehyung—but I was just missing something…”

He knew what she was getting at. It was all he ever was to her. What he guessed he had made it be. They couldn't be anything more nor less.

“Sex.” His tone was accusing as he stated the fact and he heard her sigh a little down the line. Good, he was glad this conversation wasn't going as she planned.

“You used me for something he didn't want to give you.”

More accusations that he knew were true. He remembered when they'd first met and she'd give him snippets of her unhappy relationship. Seokjin made her feel unwanted, unloved—too busy with work to ever satisfy the type of love she craved. That's why she'd gone looking for it elsewhere. Little did she know that when she showed no interest he'd come running back. It was fools law. Taehyung supposed he'd done exactly the same. As soon as she'd shown less interest in their affair he'd amped it up—messaged her, phoned her, even done crazy shit like turn up at her home. Fucked her in her own bed…fucked her in her kitchen.

It worked the opposite for him though, because the more he fucked her the further she waned. The more Seokjin fucked her—or made love, whatever the hell they called it—the more she realised he was the one… He was the one—not Taehyung, and that hurt. He'd wanted to be the one so badly and he'd thought he was for a while, but not now...

“You think that you're really going to be happy now?” He shot. She'd probably get bored again in the long run, find another pathetic loser to fall for her charms. “You think you can live with the guilt that's going to eat you from the inside out every day?”

There was more silence, all that filled his ear being her now very heavy breathing as she took a few breaths, more than likely trying to calm herself down. He knew he was being petty, but he was mad. How could she go back on her word after she had told him she was confessing? They had shared a moment and she was stomping all over it, like she was stomping all over his heart.

“We’re getting married.”

Taehyung sneered. Was that all she had? She couldn't even say anything else? Her argument was weak. Getting married wasn't going to magically heal her conscience. It wasn't going eradicate all the wrong she'd done.

“Fucking congratulations,” he bit out sarcastically. “Don't forget to send your copyboy an invite—I'd love to object right in front of your friends and family.”

It was just a slip of the tongue, but it came out more malicious than he intended, a low warning. A reminder to her and himself that he had just as much power in this than she did.

“You wouldn't dare,” she challenged, taking his words literally, which in turn empowered him even more.  

“Wouldn't I?” He smirked, the turn of his lips evident with his tone. “You won't tell him, so maybe I should—I think he’ll recognise me, don't you?”

It hadn't been that long since Seokjin had met him, just over two weeks. However, it felt like a lifetime ago now. So much had changed. Taehyung supposed meeting Seokjin was his downfall. He couldn't cope after that.

“Taehyung… don't” she begged, her voice practically a whisper and he almost agreed, “—not when we ended things on good terms.”

“Good terms?!” He shouted his feelings erupting. “Are you fucking crazy?! You ruined that the moment you lied to me and got engaged to Seokjin behind my back,” he ranted, too angry to carry on this feeble conversation as he pulled the cell away from his ear, the volume of his voice getting weaker “—Well enjoy it while it lasts. I hope you make it down the aisle—

“Taehyung, don't hang up!” She rushed in a panicked voice. “Tell me you aren't going to do anything stupid?! This is my life you're playing with!”

He scoffed. Had she not been doing the same thing? Promising him a life that was never going to exist? However, somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was screaming at him. Sumi had never once said she was going to leave Seokjin. She had never once said she wanted a life with Taehyung. If he really thought about it, it was always just sex. Always. It was always him who had other ideas—the dream. He still remembered how utterly gobsmacked and anxious she'd been when he told her he loved her. It was never supposed to be anything but sex, but he'd gotten too caught up in it. He wanted love—had done his whole life, he had just pushed it away and now older, he had looked for it in the wrong place. This wasn't love—and it just made him angry at himself. So, he took it out on her.

“Define stupid?”

“Tae—please…” she begged, a hitch in her throat and he snarled. The nickname that he'd loved falling from her lips now only reminded him of how much of a fool he had been. It was like the veil of smoke had been lifted and he could finally see again. He'd been blinded by lust this whole time. He'd wasted six months of his life and turned into something he wasn't, just to feel some scrap or love that didn't exist.

“You don't get to call me that anymore—Goodbye, Sumi,” he ended, his voice monotone as he hung up.

He was angry and frustrated with himself, but that still didn't stop him wanting his own back. How was it that he had to cope with the ramifications of their whole affair while she got to live happily ever after?

His eyes flickered to a piece of paper on his side table, reading his messy scribe slowly, taking every word in. That's right, his audition! He'd almost forgotten after that phone call from hell. Things could still look up. The part was ironic, it had almost made him chuckle bitterly when he'd heard the guy tell him, but now, he let the bitterness fill him up. Before Sumi had called he thought this was a sign of hope and prosperity. It could still be that…but maybe it was a sign of something else too…

It wasn't fair…Seokjin needed to know…

As soon as he saw her, he felt the guilt wash over him. It almost took over the shock he felt when he made it up his apartment block stairs two at a time, rounding the corner to see her sitting on the floor, back leant up against his door as she waited for him to come back. She didn't look mad, so he guessed Seokjin hadn't found out yet… The guilt was strange as it churned in his gut, but he ignored it, genuinely surprised that she was here. He hadn't imagined her back here ever again. It almost stirred residual feelings up again, but he ignored it. Sumi had made her choice and so had he.

“What are you doing here?” He asked absentmindedly as he made his way over to the door, key already in hand as he watched her move to get up, wiping down her butt.

“I needed to see you,” she said shortly and he rolled his eyes.

It had been two days since their phone call and he was surprised to realise how distant he felt towards her already. It felt like years since they'd been once involved…once connected. Painful memories slipped inside his mind as he remembered the last time they'd been intimate and he realised with regret that it was the last time. It was the last time and he'd acted like a dick—and then slept with someone else. He couldn't even remember what Sumi felt like anymore, bitterly ruined by the memory of Yeongba. He still felt sick at the thought but he needed to push it down. He needed to move on. It would all be over soon. He wouldn't even be around…

“You mean in case I’ve done anything stupid?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow as he turned the key in the lock, letting himself in, expecting her to follow even though he hadn't asked her to.

“No…” she trailed off, hesitating before she followed, watching him walk towards his kitchen. “We need to talk properly. We need closure, Tae…hyung.”

She went to call him by his nickname but thought better, remembering what he said to her over the phone. There was an awkward silence as he shifted and put his bag down at his feet, swinging his jacket off too. He had already gotten the closure he wanted and she was soon about to get hers—even if she didn't want it. Instead, he changed the subject.

“I got the part.”

“What?” She asked, voice higher pitched with confusion. She hadn't known he'd even gotten a call—she didn't know a lot of things anymore. He couldn't remember the last time she'd taken an interest in his life—if she ever did anyway.

“I had a call the other day for an audition,” he explained, desperate to keep his voice relaxed and chirpy. “It was only yesterday, but they called me again this morning for a second audition—and I got it!”

He didn't need to pretend to be happy about that. He was over the moon. This was his closure. He finally had a chance to make his life what he wanted.

“Oh wow—,” she said slowly, “—congratulations. I'm happy for you.”

He was surprised that she did indeed sound happy for him. He didn't know what he'd expected really, but he felt himself shocked for a moment.

“Thanks,” he smiled gently, before taking a deep breath, wanting to see how she'd react to his next revelation. “It's a part I can play well—the role of the other man…”

He watched her intently under his fringe, watching her stiffen, looking down as she turned sheepish. She didn't have anything to say. What could she say? He shrugged to himself, turning his back to her, too scared to see her next reaction. It was what he wanted, but the thought that this was the end made him feel some sort of way he couldn't explain. Guilty? Ah, there was that word again.

“I'm moving city, too”

“W-What?” She balked after a little silence, letting the information sink in. Her voice was small and the first twang in his heart sounded. He swallowed quickly, clearing his throat. Why did he feel so guilty?

“I have to leave for filming. I don't even know if I’ll be back. You know me, Sumi,” he said with a smile, turning back around to face her, even if it was ironic—he was sure she never knew him—no one did. “It's my dream to travel. An hour down the highway is like one step closer to Paris.”

Sumi was silent again, a small frown on her face and he couldn't read her expression. Was she happy? Was she sad? Was she obvious to what was about to happen when she got home? The answer to the last question was a yes…

“You're really leaving?”

She sounded as if she was in disbelief, finally looking up at him, meeting his eyes and he felt another twinge. Maybe he was wrong…maybe she did care. Maybe she did feel bad for everything she had done…but maybe he was beginning to realise that he couldn't pin this all on her… Maybe he was just looking for someone to lumber all his guilt and hatred onto…? Maybe he was just as cowardly as her… He shook himself out of his thoughts and hummed.

“In two days—I know, short notice, right?” He added, watching her shocked expression. “But they’ll set up a hotel for me and once I get on my feet I’ll look for an apartment—my lease here is up next month, so I don't know…must be a sign.”

“I…don't know what to say…” she spoke slowly.

“Just don't say anything—I don't expect you to. Just be happy for me…” he shrugged, beginning to turn his back to her. He didn't know why she was here. If she wasn't going to ask him the question outright, she should just go. She wanted to know if he would tell Seokjin. Well, too late…

Lost in thought, he jumped when he felt her beside him, her hand pulling him back to face her as she wrapped her arms around his waist, embracing him to her body. He blinked slowly in shock, his arms hanging limply at his sides as he tried to remember a time when they had held each other so intimately. It wasn’t sexual and he found himself keening into her touch, in turn wrapping his own arms around her back, taking in her scent as she buried her head in his chest.

They stayed like that for a while, his chest now clenching inside his chest as he thought to himself ‘maybe I've made a mistake…’ until she pulled away, a small smile on her face, sadness in her eyes.

“What was that for?” He asked, not being able to stop himself.

“I am happy for you, Taehyung.” She proclaimed. “Don't you see,” she urged, her hands gripping his waist and shaking him slightly, “this is the start to everything you've wished for—everything you've dreamed of and everything you deserve.” She averted eye contact before she continued, her voice lowering. “You don't need me. You never did…”

“I wanted you though…” he practically whined, gripping her to him as he thought of what could have been.

“And I wanted you, but it was all for the wrong reasons…” she urged, needing him to understand. He did, he just didn't want to.

“You really are in love with him, huh?” He needed to know, even if it would break his heart all over again. “You want to be with him forever…?”

“I do,” she agreed defiantly, nodding her head, “I want to marry him and I want his children—I want to grow old with him.”

The clenching had turned to a rapid racing inside his chest at her words. His heart wasn't just breaking because he wasn't the man she wanted, it was for her. What he had just done to her. What she had no clue was about to happen…

“I was a fool to ever try and tarnish what I had,” she murmured.

“It wasn't all on you…” he urged her to believe, just to take some of the weight that pushed her down off her shoulders, but also, he was right. It wasn't all on her. It was him too. He was the one who chased after her and wouldn't let her go, even when he knew deep down that she didn't really want him anymore, when he knew their relationship had grown stale.

“It was mostly on me, though,” she smiled bitterly, moving away from his body slightly but he gripped her to him. He needed to say something, but she was still speaking and it was just making him feel more ashamed than he already was. “I'm the one who was already in a relationship. I was the cheat.”

She did feel guilty for everything she had done. He was wrong. He was the one who showed no remorse and he had turned in and pinned it on her to make himself feel better. It wasn't closure he thought he was getting for himself—it was ruining someone else's life… It was revenge… regretful revenge, something he didn't think he could take back.

“Don't you see? This is our second chance?”

He frowned to himself, too caught up in his mistake to realise she was still speaking and he tried to focus on her, but his head was spinning and she was just making it worse—making him feel more horrendous by the second.

“Me with Jin—and I promise—I will spend the rest of my life atoning for what I did to him and you… but it's your second chance too,” she smiled encouragingly. “You’ll move and you’ll do amazing and you’ll find someone else who can love you properly—and you’ll love them right back.”

She was correct—he'd probably be fine…her on the other hand…

“I’ll be a distant memory… and you’ll realise I never mattered to begin with.”

Fuck—he'd been so wrong. He hadn't even been doing this to save Seokjin. He'd been doing it to hurt Sumi. He wanted her miserable and he wanted her alone. He wanted to strive while she suffered. The complete opposite of what she wanted for him. He been so wrong. How could he have ever thought he loved her if he didn't know her at all?

“Don't say that… you did matter,” he shook his head, his throat constricting in panic. She was going to leave and she was going to go home and it was all going to be over. He pulled his hands off her body, thinking fast, his eyes darting to behind her to look at the time on the clock. It was nearly 6pm—was he home yet? Was he even there? Was it too late?

“I-I'm so sorry, Sumi…”

His voice was broken, badly a whisper as he tried to explain himself to her and she frowned a little, her face wrinkling up in confusion, but she didn't get him. She thought he was apologising for everything else. Everything that had been put behind them. Closure.

“I'm sorry too,” she muttered, her face leaning up to him and her lips brushed gently against his cheek.

He wanted to pull away, scream at her to rush home but he couldn't. He was frozen and he tilted his head as she moved towards his lips, pecking them gently too. A goodbye kiss. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment. She would hate him soon enough. He had ruined everything.

As she pulled away she hugged him again, her left-hand landing on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat and something twinkled in the sunlight, catching his attention. He looked down. Her ring. Her engagement ring, and without thinking he picked her hand up, inspecting the piece of jewellery in the light watching it shine and catch the light. What had he done? He wanted to hit himself. He was a fool and his heart beat so fast he could hear it in the drums of his ears. She could feel it against hers too.

“What's wrong?” She asked quietly, watching his expression with worry, lifting her head up, noticing the way his fingers shook as he dropped her hand.

“I-I…” The words wouldn't come out, his guilt wouldn't subside.

“Taehyung…?” She pressed, her voice squeaking in worry. She had no idea what the hell was going on.

“I'm so sorry…,” he finally got out, stuttering as he went.  I-I did something…”

“What did you do?” She asked, fear in her voice as she had time to process his ‘confession.’

“Is he at home?!” He asked quickly, willing her to say he was working late or maybe, just not even there at all—maybe working away.

“You're scaring me, Tae—

“Just answer my question!” He shouted in panic, and she gawped, swallowing loudly before she nodded and his heart sunk.

“What did you do?!” She shouted suddenly, when he wouldn't explain further and he flinched. She backed away from him slowly, her eyes wide.

“You might be able to stop it—just go quick!” He rushed out, finally jumping into action, but still not being able to make any sense.

“I wanted you to be as miserable as me…but I was wrong.” He tried again and he saw her mouth hang open, terror in her eyes now. “What do you mean?!”

He gripped his hands into fists as she struggled to find the words, frustrated with himself. “Just go back home—run or something!” He urged, bringing his hands to his hair now as he pulled at the scalp.

“Fuck—I'm sorry. I was wrong.” He groaned out watching her panic-stricken face, realisation setting in. “If anything’s come through the mail, just take it and rip it up!”

“Tae—

“Go!” He ordered. Why was she hanging around—didn't she want to save her relationship? “I want you to be happy too.” He practically begged, and finally she took a few steps backwards, towards the direction of his front door, looking at him one last time before she turned around, opening it and running out. He realised there and then that it was probably the last time he'd ever see her again… and his heart ached even more.

“Just please don't hate me…”

But it was too late…he'd ruined it. There was no closure.

Her point of view

The vibrations of the subway were making her feel even more sick than she already was. She stood up, too anxious to sit down and it seemed like the journey was taking slower than usual. Was everything moving in slow motion? It sure felt like it and as she bit her nails manically, she wondered if running across the other side of town would have been quicker?

She was beside herself. What had Taehyung done? How could he have told Seokjin without her knowing? If that's what he'd done? She wasn't even sure, there was several possibilities rushing around inside her head right now. She was sure he'd said something about the mail but she couldn't be too sure seeing as she was in a daze right now.

It couldn't be over. Seokjin couldn't know. She wanted to marry him—she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him! Why had Taehyung done this to her? She wanted him to be happy and in return he'd betrayed her…? But as the tube finally pulled in and she got off, pushing past people as she began to run back home, she realised she didn't have a leg to stand on. She probably deserved this…

She barged through the door, positive her key had snapped in the lock she turned it so hard and slammed it loudly behind her, her heart racing in her chest. It’s over, it’s over, it’s over screaming in her head. She made it down the hallway quickly, only slowing down when she saw Jin with his back to her in the kitchen, standing over the island seemingly looking at something.

“Jin…” she whispered timidly, feeling afraid even though so far it seemed like nothing had happened, but then she stared at his body, his hair a mess as if his hands had been pulling at it and then she skimmed down his back, noticing his shoulders and arms were shaking.

She took a step closer feeling her legs shake and she reached out to touch him but then she looked down and choked. Both stools were on the floor, his jacket on one of them followed by the vase of flowers her mom had sent them in celebration of their engagement—smashed on the ground now. It looked like he'd swiped them all to the floor in anger. Sumi didn't even have time to think about what had happened before he was collecting whatever he'd been looking at in his hands.

“Ji—

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” He shouted, positively furious as he spun around and chucked the papers at her body, his eyes bulging with anger, neck veins prominent, his face red.

She dropped to her knees quickly, scurrying to collect everything he'd dropped, acting on autopilot, pausing in horror when she finally realised they were photos. Photos of her and Taehyung—ones of them smiling, kissing in bed… that one time they'd gone away on that little vacation…everything…photographic proof of her betrayal.

And that wasn't it—there was a card too, and as she picked it up with trembling hands to read, her eyes now blurred with tears, Jin shouted again.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

She held back a sob, hand over her mouth as Taehyung’s words run through her mind. It was over. Jin knew. He finally knew. Her life was over.

‘Dear, Kim Seokjin and Kwon Sumi, Congratulations on your engagement, I hope you live happily ever after together, Best wishes, Kim Taehyung.’

[seoulxsinners]

"My manager worries." Min laugued messaging yeongbae he wouldnt be too much longer. "He doesnt even trust the vampir in our company either. Or he doesnt trust us."

jungkook nods a little. “he might. it helps to keep the hunger at bay until we can feed.” which made sense, the last time bangtan had performed had been a few days ago, or he wouldn’t be in such need.

[yanderu-deredere]

Saw that some of your OCs are into phone sex sooo! How would they react to their usually shy darling leaving a voicemail or something of him masturbating and you can hear the pap pap of him jerking off in the background?

a/n: hewwo! thank you for the lovely wonderful request! i absolutely love it loool i've included all my ocs that are into phone sex! hope you enjoy! (also lmaooo not the pap pap pap LOOOL)

warning: male reader as requested, phone sex, implied voice kink, male reader is the top LOL, ryouta's is kind of phone sex but kind of not

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

"Hey, I know you're probably working… but I just really miss you—"

Ryouta immediately felt his face heat up and his cock harden at the sound of your voice, all breathy and soft. You didn't usually leave him voicemails so he had gotten worried when he saw that notification on his phone.

Apparently, it was much more of an emergency than he though. His favourite kind of emergency.

"Just— hah, call me back when you get this. Please—"

His hand immediately pressed down on his growing hard-on. Mostly to give himself some sort of relief, something to grind and rut against as he listened to your sweet whining and the gorgeous way you called out his name.

The worst part was that he could hear you in the background, could barely make out the wet smack of skin and lube. Were you that desperate for him?

Ryouta had never seen this side of you before. You were usually so shy and coy, always avoiding his gaze and hiding your warm flustered face. But this? He wanted to see more.

Without even listening to the rest of the voice mail, he called you on Discord. Not on the phone. He needed to see your face, needed to see you and what you were doing.

Thankfully, you seemed to be at your desktop like he was because you answered almost immediately.

Ryouta groaned at the sight of you. Your hair was ruffled, the expression on your face pathetic. You had shed all your clothes and, from the way you sat far enough from your computer camera, he saw you fisting your cock, pre-cum already dribbling out.

“Ryou…” You huffed, hips jerking desperately.

“Are you drunk or something?” Ryouta started pushing down both his sweatpants and his boxers, his cock springing up and achingly hard “You’ve never called me like this before.”

You let out a soft sob “I-I just— I don’t know. I really miss you. You’ve been so busy.”

Ryouta couldn’t tell through the camera but he could guess that your entire face and ears were probably hot and that it took all the courage in you to admit something like that. It probably took you even more to call him, begging him.

Then again, Ryouta got you to beg pretty easily sometimes.

“Oh, darling.” He squirted some lube onto his palm before fisting his own hard-on “What were you thinking about that made you miss me?”

“Just you.” You started pumping your cock faster but Ryouta easily matched your pace “How you feel wrapped around me. How you clench on my c-cock.”

Ryouta had to bite his lip and resist the urge to cum just from your words. To think he’d had that much of an affect on you. It filled him with a sense of adoration for you.

“Want you to hold me tight and k-kiss me.” Your free hand suddenly came up to cover some of your face, likely because you were feeling too shy.

It was something you did often and Ryouta hated it.

“Don’t.” He snapped, frown evident “I want to see you. All of you.”

“Good boy.” His expression quickly turned into a soft smile when your hand dropped immediately and he couldn’t help but think the pouting look on your face was especially cute.

“Just— C-Can you come over? If you’re not too busy?” You arched your back a little, hips still jerking as you ran your fist up and down your hard cock “Wanna show you how much I’ve missed you.”

Ryouta let out a soft chuckle as he leaned back, his fist still matching your pace “Hmmm, I don’t know.”

He relished the devastated look on your face for a minute before sighing “Maybe if you be good for me and cum?”

That shy expression on your face returned but there was no way in hell you could deny him.

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

“Hey, Yeongie, how’s the tour? I really miss you.”

Yeong-bae felt their heart melt a little at your soft voice. After a whole day of tiring fans and preparing for a troublesome concert, the sound of your voice gave them an energy that surprised them.

Like you, Yeong-bae was a bit more on the shy side. Though it was easy for them to pretend not to be, it didn’t change the fact that it drained them to act like the cool and aloof guy their fans expected them to be.

Sometimes, it felt like the only reason they kept being a pop-star was just to pamper you.

You, their timid and cute boyfriend. You, the love of their life. Oh, how he missed you too.

“I— We haven’t done are usual calls lately… I just miss your voice a lot.”

Yeong-bae hadn’t even realized! They felt bad about that. They’d just been so busy and it felt like they barely had time to sleep, let alone do anything else. To think something so important had slipped their mind!

Still, their work didn’t give him an excuse to neglect you, though.

Just as they were about to pause the voicemail to call you, your voice turned a bit breathier and Yeong-bae had to pause for a second to try and figure out exactly what was going on.

“Not just your voice… Fuck… I miss everything about you, Yeongie…”

Something about your voice, the tone it suddenly took, made Yeong-bae’s cock twitch. They shifted in their seat on the hotel bed, hesitant expression on their face. They definitely didn’t want to pause it now.

“Miss the way you kiss me, baby. Ugh— And the way you feel around me— How you used to whine and rut your hips—”

Everything clicked now. In fact, as soon as Yeong-bae realized what you were doing, they heard the sound of you in the background.

It made them rock hard to think that you were talking about them, hand around your cock, jerking it hard enough for him to hear the wet squelch of the lube. Or were you fingering yourself? Were you stretching yourself open at the thought of them?

It was so unlike you to leave a voicemail like that but, maybe, the fact that it was so uncommon made it a lot more appealing to them.

Yeong-bae couldn’t stop themselves. After taking a quick glance at the hotel room door, they started taking off their jeans; not completely but just enough that they could fish their cock out. It was already aching and leaking pre-cum even though they’d barely touched it.

But, then again, you always had that effect on them.

“You’ll call me, right? Fuck, really wanna hear your voice. Wanna cum from just your voice.”

Yeong-bae didn’t even get any lube. They spat into their palm and before wrapping their fist around their cock. They didn’t want to miss a second of your voice, didn’t want to hear anything but the sound of you and your whimpering moans.

Hell, it really didn’t take long for them to cum. You kept whining about how he felt wrapped around your cock, how he’d clench and shake and make you cum inside them.

Just as they heard your grunting shout on the phone, their back bowed and they ended up cumming all over their own hand, splattering on their jeans and on the floor.

Their face felt hot, their body trembling and their breaths coming out in short spurts.

Fuck.

No matter how good it felt, though, Yeong-bae couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. They fell back onto their hotel bed, their fist still gripping the base of their cock.

Maybe they’d call you later, when they were a bit more put together.

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 “Hi, Soren… It’s around midnight now and, according to the schedule you’ve sent me and the numerous texts you’ve blown up my phone with, your concert should be over…”

Soren cursed under his breath, his eyes immediately flickering to the digital clock on the nightstand beside him. It read 1:20am. So, it’s been an hour or so since your call.

“Usually, when your concert is over, you call me… But you haven’t called yet so I wanted to call you.”

That was probably why he’d been so pissy the last hour or so. Soren was an easily angered guy when his contact with you gets limited. Especially when he hasn’t had his special call with you the night before.

Being away on tour, not being able to see you and be with you, it took a toll on Soren that surprised him. He didn’t realise that falling in love with someone would be this painful, would be this taxing. Now, all he ever wanted to do was be by your side.

Unfortunately, he was a world renowned pop-star so that was impossible.

“I just— Miss you lots. You’ll call me when you get this voicemail right?”

Soren couldn’t help but feel a little smitten with you. You sounded so cute on the phone, so shy and sweet. He felt so bad for missing the usual time the two of you call each other.

He also felt a little worried just because you didn’t sound like your usual self. You didn’t mention feeling sick so he doubted it was that but, if not that, then what?

Soren paused your voicemail and immediately called you.

You answered the phone, all breathy and soft, sounding like you’d run a marathon “Soren?”

“Hello, sweetheart. What are you up to?” He asked but, just hearing you, he already knew. In fact, a smirk spread across his face as he started unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them to the floor.

“Just—” You let out a simpering sigh that made Soren’s cock harden “Just missing you.”

“Doesn’t sound like that’s all you’re up to…” Soren’s voice took on a more chastising tone as he leaned back against the headboard of his hotel bed and pulled out his aching cock “Why don’t you be honest with me, baby?”

A pathetic little whimper left your lips but, of course, you complied “Couldn’t wait for you. Had to… ugh, had to—”

“Be bad?” He supplied the words to you and, immediately, you let out a throaty little sound that made Soren laugh almost meanly.

“I should punish you for that, shouldn’t I?” Soren reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, letting it dribble out onto his hard cock, part of him wishing and imagining it was your leaking pre-cum.

“Please, please, I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s okay, baby.” Soren’s tone went from mean to soothing as he put the bottle back and fisted his cock “I’ve decided, since I’m the one who was late, I won’t punish you, hmm?”

You let out a relieved sigh.

The sound made Soren want to bully you but the pop-star was a man of his word, no matter what. No punishments. But, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun, right?

So, he pumped his cock, thinking of all the things he could do when he was so many miles away.

“But, in return, you’ll have to cum lots for me tonight, okay?” He finally decided and was further convinced he was right when you let out a whiny little protest.

“In fact, why don’t you cum now?” He smirked, gripping his cock a little tighter to prevent himself from cumming too early just at the thought of you “Why don’t you be my good little boy and pump that cock a little faster? Think about me, about how it feels to be inside me, huh, baby. Wouldn’t that feel so good?”

Your groaning hard cry through the phone was like music to his ears.

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2.      Don’t Go – JUN.K feat. Baek A Yeon

3.      Flexin – Beenzino

4.      First Time – DAY6

5.      Bath – offonoff

6.      All Mine – f(x)

7.      Baby Baby – WINNER

8.      Bermuda Triangle – Zico feat. Crush, Dean

9.      Moon, 12:04 AM – offonoff

10.  No Matter What – Boa & Beenzino

11.  It’s so Nice – 10cm

12.  Bye, Autumn – Salt n’ Pepper

13.  Closer – Oh My Girl

14.  Congratulations – DAY6

15.  4 Walls – f(x)

16.  FXXk It – BIGBANG

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18.  I See You – Peanuts Butter

19.  I Really Like You – 10cm

20.  Last Dance – BIGBANG

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22.  Remember Me – Roy Kim

23.  Photograph – offonoff

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26.  Tell Me What to Do – SHINee

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29.  Delight – Yoo JiAe

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31.  Blue – BIGBANG

32.  Why so Lonely – Wonder Girls

33.  Yes! Love – Kim Hyeona

34.  Lie – Madclown feat. Davichi

35.  A Lie – B1A4

36.  Empty – WINNER

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39.  Heart – IU

40.  A Few Years Later – Block B

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56.  Everything – The Black Skirts

57.  Midnight – offonoff

58.  Fall – Crush

59.  In Heaven – JYJ

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—who cares | 09 (m)

pairing—  kim taehyung x oc / kim seokjin x oc genre/warnings— angst, adultery, mature themes, sexual talk words— 7,740

:: summary— what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?

note— inspired by Dean’s album 130: trbl

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Her point of view

The weekend had flown by in an instant, a whirlwind of emotions and the most depressing and horrific forty-eight hours of Sumi’s twenty-five years of life. She couldn't even remember getting up off the floor until the late hours of Saturday morning, forcing herself to get in the shower, her body weak and stiff, where she scrubbed herself red raw, feeling dirty and disgusting.

She hated herself. How could she have let Taehyung in once more? Was she that weak? That pathetic? She had so little will power that all it took was his arms around her body and his lips against her neck to make her putty once more? No matter how much she scrubbed she still felt dirty, her skin feeling as if it was crawling with tiny bugs, eating their way through to her flesh and exposing her truly for what she was. A bitch. An evil bitch, who didn't deserve anybody's love. Especially Seokjin’s.

She had sworn it wasn't going to happen again, and she was so adamant that it wouldn't, but here she was… She was starting to think would it ever be over…? After some thinking time, Taehyung’s distraught expression was now just embedded in here brain, followed by the deathly look he had given her after she told him she didn't love him and stormed out. That hurt her heart even more. She didn't want to hurt him, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. She knew at the time she had been angry at him, and it had felt like she had loathed him, but it would be a lot easier to if he hated her. If she could use his words against him, then maybe he would understand.

It wasn't as if she wanted to hurt him and to break his heart, but he needed to understand what they had — this — wasn't love. It was an infatuation. She had been looking for comfort elsewhere — a physical comfort that at the time Jin couldn't give her, and Taehyung had just been looking to fall in love, to get caught up in the feelings of love and everything it came with. He had come to her with an open heart, and she had twisted it and turned it black.

She had turned him pitiful; no shame when it came to begging for her to love him and leave Jin. She had turned him paranoid. She had turned herself paranoid. Did she really believe that Taehyung was capable of stalking her? Following her? Of course he had turned up at her door twice, but if she really thought about, so would she given the situation. She chose to ignore him for days, no contact whatsoever and expected him to be okay with it? To just except it? She knew she wouldn't.

Her whole being was filled with regret for the two men that made up her life. She regretted ever meeting Taehyung because she knew she had warped his mind. Whatever they first had, even if it was built on lies, was never like what it was now. He used to care for her once upon a time; treat her right and hold her like she was the only women in the world worthy of his love. Now, it had turned sour. Every look, every kiss and every touch he gave her held a bitterness. He wanted to be better than Jin — He wanted her to love him more than Jin, but love didn't feel like this. They didn't love each other, not really. She had been stupid enough to believe she had, but she knew now it was just sex. Of course she cared for him, even after all she had said last night when she was angry and hateful at herself, but she had been at the end of her tether, and it seemed the only way she could get him to leave her alone.

She knew what love was, and it was with Seokjin. Her Jin, who had loved her for over three years, who had stayed by her side through everything, and how did she repay him? By seeking solace in someone else when he couldn't give it to her, too busy working all the hours under the sun to give her the life he thought she deserved. Even though that wasn't what she wanted, she had to accept it and she had to admire it. Even when she just wanted him, not the house, not the money, just him; she had to admire his principles, and that's what made her betrayal even worse. He had loved her this whole time, never once questioning it and she had done the exact opposite.

That weekend she made a decision. A solid one. She was sick and tired of going around in circles, and she wanted it to be over. She tidied the apartment from top to bottom, finally dragging her way into the kitchen to see the mess that she had made, and she cleaned it spick and span, brushing up the shards of glass and logging onto her laptop to place an order for a new blender. She knew it would be the least of Jin’s worries when he got back, but she needed something to ease her conscience, even if it be by the slightest molecule.

She knew what she needed to do. Whatever the consequence, she needed to sort out her life. She couldn't carry on living like this, wrecked with worry and paranoia, and on top of that, she couldn't keep acting as if everything was fine. Jin wasn't back until Tuesday night, and now was her only chance. After work Monday, she would visit Taehyung. She needed to apologise, but most of all she needed closure once and for all. She needed to put an end to everything.

Only Monday didn't work out like she had planned. Typical. If she had still been emotionally connected to her body, she would have laughed darkly at the way God was punishing her. He wasn't making it easy for her anyway, but what did she expect?

It was as if every time she took one step forward, the earth would spin on its axis and make her fall two steps back, and even though she was sure of her feelings when she’d arrived for work — and had been all weekend, Yeongba stepping foot into the office with her delighted shit-eating grin ruined everything…

“Hell-ooo, Sumi,” she practically sang, taking her seat into the booth next to her, and Sumi looked up, eyeing her warily, slight distaste in her mouth.

How was it she was allowed to go around being deliriously happy after the weekend she’d just had? God was truly rubbing it in today, just as her life was hanging in the balance, a good bet that she was about to lose everything she had ever known, and now Yeongba was practically skipping into work, her head glowing gold if it was possible, like a halo.  

“Why are you so happy?” She asked, not being able to ignore it.

She was surprised to hear how dead her voice sounded. She hasn't spoken all weekend, choosing to ignore all of Jin’s incoming calls, messaging him to say she was feeling sick, her voice too hoarse to engage in conversation. In reality, she just didn't want to hear his voice, because it would just make breaking his heart even harder.

“I’m not one to divulge my personal life, but well, this is the exception!” She replied, logging into her computer quickly, before she turned to face Sumi, practically squealing. “I got laid!!”

Sumi failed to even try and look over the moon for her. First of all, Yeongba was lying when she said she didn't like to divulge her personal life. Sumi knew what her damn great-great-great-grandfather was called for crying and out, and second of all, she was bitter about her happiness.

She knew Yeongba had been desperate for a relationship for a while now, and somewhere in the back of her numb mind, she even felt some sort of surprise. No offence to Yeongba, but it took a brave man to go there, and Sumi prayed to God that this guy was actually looking for a relationship, because if not, and it had just been a causal hook up, she feared for him… and for herself… Sumi didn't feel like being Yeongba’s comfort pillow for weeks whilst she cried over some guy she barely knew… not when she would have her own problems to deal with soon enough…

“Oh wow!” Sumi tried to feign the elation in her voice. “Looks like someone had a good weekend then…”

“It was brilliant!” She practically gushed, and Sumi tried to hide her grimace.

She didn't particularly want to visualise any man with Yeongba, but it looked like she was going to get all the seedy details anyway. Even the word sex made her feel sick right now. The act had been tainted for her, and she didn't want to think about it any longer.

“It's that bar, Sumi! It's magic! I knew it would happen soon enough! Written in the stars or something. I kept it to myself, but I never stopped dreaming… I know it sounds weird but… I knew we had some sort of connection…”

Sumi was barely listening to her drone on and on, flicking through some reports on her desk as Yeongba whispered excitedly, not taking a moments breath to pace herself as she retold the story. At least it will stop you thinking of your own problems, she thought to herself. Maybe she needed to involve herself in somebody else's life to ignore her own horrific reality… so she hummed along encouragingly.

“It was so amazing. He invited me back to his place, and well — I have never felt so alive before. He really was something else. His grip was so firm at one point that I thought my pelvis was going to crack… but it was so good. He's so handsome, and dreamy… and just amazing. Did I say that already?” She looked at Sumi for confirmation, and she looked up at her, unsure of what she was really asking, she'd turned off after pelvis was going to crack, her imagination not ready for that.

“I can't remember, I'm just honestly on top of the world. I hope I can see him again…”

Off she went again, talking a mile a minute and Sumi quickly resumed reading through the records, only half paying attention.

“I mean, we didn't exchange numbers… he said his phone was bust and he needed to get a new one… but hopefully I can see him again at that bar...”

Sumi scoffed lightly, she took it the stranger didn't want anything serious then. A broken phone was the lamest excuse in the world, and even though she knew it shouldn't, she took some gratification with the fact that Yeongba’s life was still as shit as ever. It would help to know she wasn't alone in the long run.

“— He should come back there soon, now that he knows he could see me again…”

Hmm, yeah, doubt it, Sumi thought, before looking up again, placing her files down on the desk as she decided she should probably be a good friend and take interest. She used the term loosely, Yeongba was a work colleague, but even Sumi had to admit she wasn't that bad, maybe annoying and sappy, but perfectly harmless — just a woman nearing thirty without anybody to love...

Sumi felt a fresh wave of nausea wash through her. She didn't know how lucky she was… how lucky she had been. Twenty-five and already having met her soulmate. Anxiety filled her veins and rattled her bones at the word; soulmate. She shook her head quickly, vanishing the thoughts and smiled at Yeongba, “So, who was this mystery guy then… please let me know… We all must be missing out if he's a pelvis crusher,” she asked, teasing her lightly; humouring her, really.

“You know him! Well… sort of, if you remember… It was a long time ago now.”

Sumi frowned, trying to think. What an earth was she on about? She hardly hung around with Yeongba in real life, apart from maybe going out for random nights out with the other office girls… Who the hell would they both now…? She was mistaken, it wa—

She froze then, realisation hitting her like a train.

Nights out. The bar.

If she was feeling nauseous before, now she was feeling damn well sick to her stomach, words and visuals churning inside of her as she put two and two together…

It's that bar, Sumi!

He invited me back to his place, and well —

He's so handsome, and dreamy…

It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. He wouldn't do that to her, no matter how hurt he was. However, as the memories swirled around her mind even more; the night she'd met him, buying both Yeongba and herself a drink, the way Yeongba had acted around him, fawning over his good looks, desperate… jealous of the attention he was giving Sumi… It had to be. It was the only person they both knew… albeit in different ways — or not so different anymore…

Sumi met Yeongba’s gaze, her face frozen in time, her body tense and her head spinning as Yeongba just grinned on, oblivious to her friend’s dismay, her voice practically exploding with delight as she uttered the two words that made Sumi want to curl up and die.

“Kim Taehyung!”

She didn't know what was real and what wasn't. She felt suspended in time, everything moving in slow motion as she watched Yeongba’s mouth open once again. She could hear the words but they weren't making sense. Nothing made sense anymore.

“You remember him, right? The guy we met at the bar a few months back, the one who looked liked he could be a movie star… He was there Friday night!”

Friday? But that's when she had last seen him, after he had stormed out and looked as if he had hated her with every fibre of his being. It was after they'd had sex… so, he'd just gone and found someone else to fuck away the pain? Did he even remember who Yeongba was, or was it just a happy coincidence? Sumi was aware of the buzzing in her ears, but for some reason, instead of drowning out Yeongba’s voice, it just made it louder.

“He remembered me! I told you it was fate! He took me back to his place, and I swear it was amazing, Sumi. His body — oh god, I swear he's some sort of Greek God. If you thought he was handsome with his clothes on, you should see him with them off — and the size of hi—

“Shut up.”

Yeongba froze mid-sentence, mouth agape as she took in Sumi’s appearance, not really believing what she had heard, “w-what?” She asked, confused.

“I said shut up.” Sumi gritted out, rubbing her forehead in her hands. She needed Yeongba to stop, because if she didn't she was going to throw up. Taehyung had fucked her in his bed? Taken her back to his and had sex with her so hard, her ‘pelvis could have cracked…’ He had kissed her, touched her — been inside of her. Her! Yeongba!

The women she constantly told Taehyung about. How she annoyed her, how she disliked having a desk next to her because of how much she moaned and cried about her pathetic life. Taehyung knew this all, and he had slept with her? How on earth did he even manage it? How did the situation even arise? Did he seek her out? Did he want to hurt Sumi that much? Did he think it would help matters…? He'd just made it worse.

“What do you mean? What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?” She asked, her voice slightly panicked, concerned for Sumi.

“You're deluded, do you know that?” She practically burst, unable to keep it in anymore. She didn't even know what she wanted to say — was going to say, it was just falling off her tongue, and Yeongba looked at her wide eyed.

“You think he wants you? You think it's gonna be your happily ever after cos you went to a club and got banged by some guy who doesn't even want you. It's not love — trust me!” She whispered furiously, although she was aware it was hardly hushed tones she was speaking in anymore.

“I-I…” Yeongba looked positively gobsmacked, her expression furrowed in confusion. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Sumi couldn't sit still. She couldn't work her for eight more hours besides this woman. She couldn't work period. She needed answers. She needed to get out.

“Where are you going now?” Yeongba got out, frustration in her voice, watching Sumi gather her coat and bag hurriedly, chair squeaking as she pushed it away from the desk to stand up.

Her tone was that of worry — Yeongba was worried about her, when she should have been realising right now that Taehyung wasn't the one for her. She needed to know that, and quit thinking it was Sumi who was mad.

“Taehyung doesn't want you!”

The words were out before she could stop them, and she paused a little in shock, watching Yeongba’s equally matched expression as she heard Sumi use his name so casually. There was no way on earth she was this stupid, she must’ve realised something was up, but before she was able to say something, Sumi darted across the room, bolting down the stairs and through the door before anybody could stop her, only one thing filling her mind, a voice inside her head, that taunted her and she wanted to scream at it…

Taehyung wants me… Taehyung wants me

She needed to see him.

The ride on the subway to Taehyung’s was a blur, well aware that she probably looked crazed as she gnawed on her bottom lip, and at one point gripped the roots of her hair as she tried to physically stop the images that were clouding her brain. Every time she blinked she could see Taehyung with Yeongba and she wanted to be sick. The burning in her stomach that traveled up her ribcage and clenched at her heart. It was unexplainable, and she didn't even know what she was going to do when she got to his place. Would he even be there? She didn't even think she was capable of actual words right now. All past reasoning going out the window. All hope of talking to him calmly disappearing because of one act. Taehyung’s betrayal.

She didn't even have the right to call it that, she knew she was being irrational, but she kept telling herself; if it was anyone else he had chosen to sleep with, she would have been fine. If it had been a stranger, she would have been fine. She would have been fine. She would. However, it wasn't a stranger, it was Yeongba. Her colleague and someone she had to see nearly every day. He had done this on purpose. To prove a point and to hurt her, as much as she’d hurt him — as much as she still was hurting him.

She wasn't even thinking straight when she was banging on his door, furiously ringing the bell at the same time, straight up two seconds away from booting it down, to think maybe he wasn't there. Maybe he was in work, if he had work at this time… Come to think of it, Sumi couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken about his job at the pizza place he delivered for. She couldn't even remember the last time he'd spoken of any acting or modelling job. She couldn't even think of the last time they’d had a proper conversation…

It was always just arguments and sex. The realisation washed through her as she become aware that whatever they'd had in the beginning, was nothing to what they had now. She would have almost felt sorry for Taehyung if it wasn't for the fact that he answered the door at that moment in time, and any rational thinking went out the door when she saw his face, anger washing through her body, curling her toes and burning behind her eyes.

If she had been really paying attention, instead of desperate for answers that she didn't deserve, she would have realised that he looked absolutely wrecked. His hair disheveled, black bags hanging under his eyes, dressed in tatty sweats. He looked like she felt, or like the way she looked hidden with her makeup. However, right now she didn't care, and as he looked at her with wide eyes, hope flashing in them as if she was here to make it up with him, uttering her name quietly as if she was mirage; she snapped.

She dived at him, slamming the door behind her as she pushed him and he stumbled, not expecting the hit, but she pushed again, her fists hitting his chest and making a thud of skin in skin, and this time — and with every hit that she gave him again, he steadied himself, holding his ground and taking it, as if he thought he deserved it.

“What did — you do? What the — hell did you — do, Taehyung?” She bit out, her voice a yell as she continued to push at him, her knuckles being to hurt with the force.

She felt his hands come to cup around her elbows, trying to stop her as she continued to shout at him, her energy dying out and she was surprised to hear herself suppress sobs, falling into his chest as she let go, finally crying, his arms taking place around her waist as he hugged her to him, hushing her gently, his own voice wobbly as he spoke.

“I don't know why I did it… Sumi… I'm sorry — so, so sorry…”

He knew what she was on about straight away. Of course he did, he knew that she would find out. He'd wanted her to find out, well, at the time. Now she was sure he didn't. His breathing was close to her ear now, and his hands made their way up to her hair, delicately running his fingers through it as he tried to calm her down, her breath ragged but her sobs finally starting to ease as he murmured little shushes and hushes against her temple, his neck craned to cradle her.

If she shut her eyes really tight and tried to forget everything, she could imagine this was what it was supposed to be like. What could have been if they had met each other at a different time, a different place… a different lifetime. His heartbeat against her head soothing her and making her get lost in the what ifs. After a few moments, she felt his lips press against her hair and she breathed quietly, shuddering as he moved to her forehead and as she tilted her head to look up at him, his mouth landed on hers.

Unlike last time, it wasn't like he was trying to get somewhere, to prove a point, they were soft, gentle kisses as if he was trying to apologise with actions; and she let him, kissing him back after a while, knowing that this would be the last time. Everything was ruined now. It had been for while, and she needed to remember what she had wanted to say this morning, before she’d found out about Yeongba. She was being greedy, but she wanted this one last moment. She wanted something good before it went away.

However, just like everything in her life, it was tainted, and as Taehyung’s tongue brushed against her lips, she tasted the bitterness. She tasted Yeongba on him, and suddenly his hands felt like they were burning marks against her skin. She could feel Yeongba. She could feel, taste and see her and him, in an embrace just like this, eager for each other and she felt dizzy, pushing him away once again, turning around to bury her face in her hands, groaning in desperation.

If this wasn't proof, nothing was. It was proof their whole relationship was toxic. It had been toxic for a long time, even before it had begun. A kiss wasn't going to make it all go away. They couldn't communicate properly, that's why it had lasted this long. They only craved the physical need for each other, not the emotional one.

“Sumi… what's wrong?” He asked, crouching over her, but not daring to touch her and thankfully, not trying to kiss her either.

It was as if everything made sense now. She had known for a while, but they could never be a real couple. Not even if she did truly love him, because they had been created from a sin, a greed and it intoxicated any real thing they could’ve once had. No relationship could be created from sneaking around and having sex. You needed more, otherwise you just got greedy. You got bitter and you got hurt. Just like they had done.

“I c-can’t…” she tried to explain. “I can't stop picturing you with her…”

She straightened up, finally trying to face up to the mess she had made, and she saw Taehyung staring at her steadily, as if he was thinking of what to say, and when he finally spoke, she exhaled loudly.

“Like I can't stop picturing you with Jin every time I see you…”

It was true and Sumi knew it was coming. Every time they were together he had to fight his imagination from taking over. He had to pretend to not wonder when had been the last time she’d let Seokjin touch her. He had been picturing what she was right now, for months and for the most part he had suffered silence, but it explained how each time they had sex it had become rougher and quicker, as if he was physically trying to repel his thoughts, trying his best to expel his frustrations. There was no love in the way he held her now; just vexation and paranoia. They were twisted, and Sumi thought, he finally understood it.

“This is really the end, right?” He asked, his tone defeated. In fact, his whole body looked defeated as he stood in front of her, his arms slung by his sides, his shoulders slumped; his expression pained.

She nodded slowly, feeling fresh, hot tears spill from her eyes, and she looked down, wiping them away quickly. She didn't deserve to cry, but her throat burned from trying to hold it in.

“There's nothing I can do?” He asked, quickly carrying on. “I'm sorry for what I did with… with Yeongba—” he found it physically hard to say her name, and he gulped it out quietly, “— I don't even know what I was thinking. I-I just wanted to hurt you… to make you feel what I feel everyday…”

She chuckled darkly, shifting on the spot as she looked at him again, “Well done, it worked.”

Sumi wasn’t bitter, she was actually thankful for him making her realise the truth. This feeling was suffocating and she couldn’t believe that Taehyung had been feeling this way the whole time. How could she have been so selfish?

“But…” he began, taking a step forward. “Doesn’t that mean it’s love…? These feelings we have… Why else would we be hurt like this?”

She looked at his furrowed features, her eyes finding his and she for the first time in a long time saw the innocence again. It pooled in the darks of his irises, that were glistening with unfallen tears. He had put everything in her hands and it was up to her to tell him that what they felt wasn’t love — it was infatuation, and if she wasn’t careful, could turn into an obsession on his part. He was weak… she had made him weak and that meant he was impressionable.

“No, Taehyung…” she let him down gently, stepping closer to him but not touching him, just wanting to feel him close to her. “If we truly loved one another, we wouldn’t be doing this to each other.”

There was a silence, one that wasn’t awkward, but more poignant. A moment in time where they had the same realisation, and knew they were never meant to be. It was over, and with that thought in her head, she brought her hands to the back of her neck, reaching for the silver chain that adorned it and unclasped it. Taehyung watched her with sorrowful eyes, and let her take his hand to place the necklace in his palm, letting her fingers hover over the feathers; one gold, one silver, representing how different they were…

She didn’t even know why she still had it on, she didn’t even know if she realised she did. Maybe she was holding on to what was… what could have been, but now it was time to face reality, and she pulled away from his hand, watching him clasp the necklace to him, his adam’s apple bobbing quickly in his throat as he tried to reign in his emotions.

“What n-now?” He got out quietly, his voice deep and hoarse.

“I-I’m —” she coughed, realising her voice was just as hoarse with emotion, “I’m going to tell Seokjin everything.”

“What?” He gasped, unable to keep the shock out of his voice.

“I need too, Taehyung. I can’t keep living like this… I need to confess. I-I may lose everything… he may not forgive me, but I need to do it.” She whispered. “I don’t deserve him.”

Taehyung nodded slowly, she could see it in his eyes that he was relieved. No matter how shocked he was, she knew this was what he wanted, even if the tiniest bit of it was just to see her unhappy and alone. She wasn’t stupid… and she didn’t blame him. She needed to tell Jin. She’d decided already, and even though the news of Yeongba had deterred her, seeing Taehyung act so strong… she knew she had to stick with it. It was finally over… and it probably was going to be over between Seokjin and her by tomorrow too. She’d made her grave and now she had to lie in it.

“I…” She took a step backwards, reaching behind her to find she was by the door once again. They hadn’t moved very far, and she reached for the door knob. She didn’t know what else to say… there wasn’t much else she could…

“Wait.” He called, and she looked up again, careful not to look him directly in the eyes, because she knew she was this close to crying. “Call me if you need anything — not like that,” he cut in when he saw her go and protest. “Just as a friend… You may need someone to talk to… and well, who knows how you feel more than me, right?” He tried to joke, and she saw his mouth twitch up into an uncomfortable smile.

She nodded quickly, not knowing if she believed she would in the end, it would only cause more trouble if she did, and Taehyung needed a fresh slate. He needed to realise that there were plenty more women in the world for him.

“Goodbye, Tae.” She smiled bitterly, finally turning the door handle, and she caught his eyes as she turned to leave. He was standing there, hands still swinging by his sides, but one fist clenched where he held the necklace, his shoulders a little straighter now though, and he smiled back. It was sad — he looked sad and his face fell as she closed the door behind her, a tiny goodbye leaving him. Her heart clenched as she left, not wanting to think of him alone and most definitely not crying…

The ride back on the subway was a blur, her mind filled with thoughts that had her physically shivering by the time she put her key in the lock. Less than twenty-four hours until everything was going to change. She needed to gear herself up. She needed to except what was going to happen. As she turned the key and entered, the waft of food cooking filled her nostrils and she paused, panic filling her as she heard clanging of pots from the kitchen.

No. He couldn't be back. It was too early. He wasn't supposed to be back till tomorrow. She was supposed to still have time… In a trance, she made her way into the kitchen, dropping her bag as she entered and stood in the doorway just watching Jin flap around the stove. He hadn't noticed her yet and she blinked a couple of times, feeling her whole-body freeze. It couldn't be yet… She still needed more time…

He walked to the fridge, which was already open, and as he grabbed something out and closed it he noticed her, jumping about a mile into the air as he let out a shout.

“Sumi? What the hell?!” He demanded, clutching his chest and she just stood there, still frozen solid. She couldn't do it. She couldn't break his heart. This couldn't be the end.

“You nearly give me a heart attack. I didn't even hear you come in — ohhh,” he whined, his face contorting. “You weren't supposed to come back this early… this was supposed to be a surprise for when you came back from work… I wanted to surprise you — Oh well… I guess we can start early…” he babbled on, walking back to the stove, not paying attention to her as she watched him go. “By the way, have you seen my blender? I'm sure I left it on the counter before I left…”

The blender. Her head was spinning and she pressed her hand against the side of the refrigerator, trying to hold herself up. Jin was in the kitchen where she’d had sex with Taehyung. He was asking for the blender, which she had broken whilst kissing him. This was too much. She wasn't ready to tell him yet. Please.

“Why are you back so early?” He was talking again, but she could hardly make it out, and suddenly he was turning to look at her, suddenly realising that something was wrong as he frowned. What on earth did she look like right now? She failed to realise her face must still be tearstained, her eyes bloodshot.

“Baby, what's wrong?” He asked, rushing to her side as he gripped her shoulders. “Are you still sick or something? I knew you shouldn't have gone to work today. I was being selfish, I wanted to surprise you, so I told you to go…”

Why was he being so nice to her? She didn't deserve it. He wasn't selfish — she was. He was here making her a surprise dinner and she was out breaking things off with the guy she had been seeing — cheating on the man who loved her. That's when she broke down, hard and fast, a sound ripping through her chest that sounded painful. She was in pain, and she watched Jin’s shocked and confused face as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her crouch to the floor as he huddled over her, soothing her as she sobbed, which made her cry harder, because she didn't deserve it.

“Sumi, what's wrong?” He begged, rubbing her back and trying to make her look at him, but she wouldn’t give in, burying her face further into his chest, too ashamed, her whole-body rattling with her cries.

“Come on, you're scaring me…” he tried again, his own voice wobbling and finally she looked up at him, his irises pooled with worry as he stared down at her, one hand coming up to wipe away her tears, which in turn just made fresh ones fall.

It couldn't be time yet. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't know how to! How did the conversation start? Should she just carry on crying until he guessed. He already knew something was up — hell, he had known something was up for a while now. The last time they'd had sex he'd tried to voice his worries about the past and about now, him being busy with work all the time and she knew deep down he knew she had been acting differently. As if on cue, he looked down at her seriously, the hand that was rubbing her back stopping and the one on her face falling flat to his knee.

“Is it us? Is something happening between us?”

Her heart clenched inside her ribcage. This was her chance. He didn't know it, but he was giving her an easy getaway. This was the opening to the conversation she wanted, but instead she just cried harder, bringing her own hands to her face now, feeling as if she wanted to tear at the flesh.

“I-I…” the words wouldn't come. She wanted to say she wanted to tell him something, but nothing would come out, and she felt Jin freeze up in front of her, leaning back a little on his heels.

“I love you. Please tell me it isn't anything to do with us.” He whispered, his voice steady enough, but that was only because of the volume.

She loved him too. She loved with all her heart. She knew it, she felt it in her bones, and she needed him to know it. “I love you too.” She whimpered, trying to stop her tears now, her chest heaving and her breath wobbling.

“Oh, thank god!” He exclaimed, grabbing her again into a tight hug against his chest. “Don't scare me like that again.” He chuckled breathlessly, but she could hear his own faint wobble, and his hands shook as he gripped her, but at least he was happy… happy… the moment was gone, and she tried to speak again, not making any sense, especially with how hard he was squeezing her.

“I know you've been stressed, I can see it in your eyes, and I known being ill on top of that doesn't help things… and me being away all the time… I want it to change. I really do. I don't want to have to leave you all the time. I want to be with you always.”

Sumi’s heart was going ninety to the dozen as he carried on, not letting her have a word in edgeways even if she was able to, and she scrunched her eyes closed, wanting the ground to swallow her whole. Why was he blaming himself again? Like all this was his fault. It wasn't. She had been the one to run away from their problems and seek solace in somebody else. Why was it so hard to confess? Why had she been able to break Taehyung’s heart but not Seokjin’s? Why couldn't she just man up for once in her life?

She felt Jin kiss her hair as he pulled away, kneeling down as he pecked her lips, not minding that he could taste her tears and she watched him reach behind himself, hand rooting in his back pocket before he pulled something out and kept whatever it was, hidden behind his back.

“I-I’m just gonna do this now… I was going to wait till later, that’s why I pretended I was coming back tomorrow, but I feel like now is a good time…” he trailed off, his voice very unsteady now and Sumi froze, unconsciously kneeling too. What was he on about?

“I hope you like it… I chose it from the store next to the office where we go for meetings. I’ve seen it in the window every trip, and it just radiates you… I hope you like it — wait, did I already say that? Sorry, I’m nervous. Especially after thinking you were going to say you didn’t love me anymore. I’m sorry for being an overdramatic idiot.” He chuckled, shaking his head at himself, before he muttered “right,” and suddenly his face turned serious, the sincerity seeping out of him.

Oh no.

This was actually about to happen. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what he was hiding behind his back and she watched with wide eyes as he pulled a small square box from behind his back. She couldn’t think straight so she carried on watching him shuffle closer, before lifting one knee, and looking her square in the eyes, his own glassy with unfallen tears, with the emotion of what he was about to ask.

“Sumi, will you marry me?”

The words came out slowly and precisely, as if he’d been rehearsing them for a life time and somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was screaming at her. She needed to stop this, she needed to tell him the truth while she still could — but her heart told her otherwise. Everything she had ever wanted was in front of her right now. Everything. She could see it, taste it — feel it. Of course she had lost sight of it for a while, but now everything was back to where it was. Jin loved her and she loved Jin. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and she the same. If she told him now, there was a 99.99% chance he would leave her forever, and the thought made her want to die.

So, instead, she nodded her head, hiccupping away the tears that still wouldn’t budge, whispering her answer, barely audible.

“Is that a yes?” He pressed, a grin threatening to spill as he watched her nod larger, a louder “ye-ess,” falling from her as she smiled widely and then she was engulfed in his arms, feeling him kiss anywhere he could reach, his hands shaking as he reached for her hand and pulled back, clumsily pulling the ring away from its velvet confines to place on her ring hand.

She had been so caught up in the moment, she hadn’t even taken a look at the ring and she sighed in amazement at the iridescent jewel, encrusted with smaller golden ones on top a gold band. Nothing to fancy, because he knew she didn’t like that, just plain and simple, like their love.

“It’s beautiful,” she uttered, looking up at him and he giggled, “just like you then,” and then he was kissing her, gently at first, taking the time to wipe the tear tracks from her cheeks before it intensified, their breathing laboured as they became too lost in the passion.

“I love you so much,” he breathed, pulling away to peck smaller kisses against her parted lips. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

She felt the elation wash over her and in that moment, nothing else mattered. She loved him and he loved, just like she had said earlier. No one else mattered. No one else existed. Just them, and she needed him to touch her, she needed him to kiss her all over, she needed him inside of her. She needed him full stop, and as if he read her mind, he pulled her up by her elbows, kissing her again, greedily, as he pulled off her coat, letting it fall to the floor before he was picking her up. She squealed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he laughed at her reaction, already on his way into their bedroom, his scent filling her nostrils and drowning her mind, and suddenly everything felt like it would be okay… They would be okay…

The decision she made with herself proved hard to stick to at first. After the first couple of days’ post-elation, she felt the guilt wash over once again. Could she really keep this secret from Seokjin for the rest of her life? Could she really marry him, have his children and never say anything? Could she really take this to her grave and hope that karma didn’t ruin everything?

But most importantly, could she let Taehyung live his life thinking she had confessed everything to Jin? He believed she would, and now she had gone back on her word once more. She owed Tae to let him know her plans. She needed to tell him she was getting married, even if he didn’t want to hear it. She needed him to know. She knew there was little chance he’d ever find out she hadn’t told Jin anyway, but she couldn’t take it. She didn’t want him to find out any way other than her telling him, and she prayed it wouldn’t open another can of worms… He hadn’t contacted her at all since Monday, and she realised he really did believe it was over… It was over. She was marrying Seokjin… the realisation still made her smile like an idiot, despite how messy the situation was.

She waited until Jin was back in the office, having taken some time off work to spend with her, still basking in the feeling of being newly engaged, and the good thing was he didn’t have to work away for as long as a month. He would be home every night before 6pm and that meant not waking up alone each morning either. She hadn’t been in work all week after she had phoned and apologised for running out, blaming it on feeling sick. Luckily, they had believed her and Yeongba hadn’t said anything about her outburst to their boss, so she was off the hook for the most part — well, until she arrived at her desk Monday wearing a ring that was…

Scrolling to Taehyung’s number, clicking it and listening to it ring was the most agonising minute of her life. She’d truly thought that she wouldn’t be speaking to him again, but here she was, needing to explain herself once more… She needed to do it, but when he answered it soon became apparent it would be too hard to confess… She was a coward in all aspects of her life.

“Sumi?! Why are you calling? Is everything okay? Did you tell Seokjin? What did he say? Please tell me you’re okay — I’ve been worried all week!”

[yanderu-deredere]

LMAO that anon is SO innocent bc my first thot when i heard about the train system is which yandere oc would definitely fuck their darling on the train

a/n: hey u kno sometimes it just be like that lmaooo! this is the anon post that they're talking abt

not a lot of them would ill be forreal with you for one reason or another (the biggest being only theyre allowed to see you like that) but have these two idiots who i think would be the most likely out of all my ocs

warnings: reader is gender neutral but leaning feminine becos they're wearing a skirt, but gender neutral pronouns! and no mentions of specific parts, public sex but like incognito LOL word count: 922

yeong-bae kigal ★ soren kumar

You frowned as you were pushed flush against Soren's chest with Yeong-bae pressed against your back. It wasn't uncomfortably hot or unbearable but the way your body kept bumping back and forth between them was a tad irritating.

You knew what it meant to date a couple of famous performers so you didn't complain when they had to 'go incognito' sometimes on dates. However, this was just pushing it.

They explained that they couldn't take any of the cars because they were too identifiable, that the fans and the paparazzi could easily find you just from the make and model alone.

So, that was why the three of you were stuck on a train car that was stuffed to the brim, everyone pushing and pressing against each other.

You could at least be thankful for the fact that both your partners were overprotective and that they preferred you blocked away from the crowd by their rather tall and lanky bodies. You were sandwiched in between them, as far away from any strangers as possible.

That eased a bit of your annoyance but not much.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt Yeong-bae's arms wrapping around you a bit more tightly. You also felt them nuzzle their face into the crook of your neck, their lips ghosting over your skin at first before pressing a bit more firmly.

Then, just as suddenly... Was that his teeth?

You made a questioning noise in your throat.

"Y-You… uh…" Yeong-bae muttered against your neck and you raised an eyebrow. However, when the train car rattled a bit and you pushed back into Yeong-bae, you understood completely.

You had been so focused on the crowd that you hadn't realised that you had pressed your ass against Yeong-bae's groin. You could feel their cock, hard and insistent, pressing against the crack of your ass, even through his pants and your underwear.

The noise in your throat immediately turned understanding. Both noises, of course, attracted the attention of your other partner. Soren turned away from the window behind you to you, his curious expression much more devious than yours.

"What's this?" Soren chuckled, his free hand cupping the back of Yeong-bae's neck, his fingers threading through their hair and gripping it tight "Something happened?"

Instead of answering, Yeong-bae just gripped onto you tighter, his hips stuttering as he tried his best not to grind against you. Because of the shaking train car, however, the only thing he succeeded in doing was rutting against your ass.

"Well, looks like you're giving our sweet partner a hard time, baby." Soren brushed his lips against your jawline, his velvety voice smooth in your ear "Why don't we help him out a bit, hmmm?"

Soren's other hand, which was settled on your hips, reached out behind you. You didn't hear anything but you felt the vibrations of Yeong-bae's zipper being pulled down.

Your eyes widened and you turned your head a little to stare at Soren, silently begging him not to make a scene in the middle of such a crowded train.

"Don't worry, nobody will notice." He chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours.

Yeong-bae apparently didn't have it in him to protest because all he did was sigh in relief against your neck, lips still tickling your skin.

You didn't know if the relief was because Soren would do something with their problem or because their cock had been released from where it was confined in their skinny jeans.

In any case, you could feel the heft of it in between your ass cheeks, even through your underwear. Understandable; you knew how big Yeong-bae was after all.

That thought didn't assure you though because the fear of getting caught was still burning in your veins.

Still, you tried your hardest to relax, knowing full well that there was nothing you could do once Soren made up his mind about something. The man was the most stubborn person you knew and, though Yeong-bae usually reeled him in, Yeong-bae's brain notoriously shut down pretty fast when they got horny.

All of that aside , you immediately tensed back up when you felt Soren's same hand move from Yeong-bae's cock to your underwear.

You huffed, squirming a little as if that would deter him, your hands on his upper arms gripping tighter and tighter. You muttered his name under your breath in warning but all you got in reply was a huffy laugh.

Before you could do anything else, you felt the tip of Yeong-bae's cock pressing against your entrance, the head parting your walls both painfully and deliciously.

"Fuck." Yeong-bae let a small punched-out moan, his voice sounding a bit too breathless for somebody who was just standing with his partner on the train.

You, on the other hand, hid your face into the crook of Soren's neck, whimpers leaving you a bit more freely than Yeong-bae's lips.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh." Soren pressed a kiss against your temple. "Nobody'll be able to see anything because of your skirt, baby, but they'll definitely think something's up if they hear you."

You nodded hastily, trying your best to hold back your noises. Part of you needed Yeong-bae to stay as still as possible. The other part of you wanted him to jack-hammer his cock into you until both of you came.

The latter was the smaller part, of course.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll just cockwarm Yeong-bae a little, hmm? Then we'll find the nearest love hotel, I promise."

You didn't know if you'd get that far.