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Fuck him! | One shot

Synopsis: An advice your friend gave you, that you might of have heard it wrong. Which made you end up doing the unexpected.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Warning: Mature language, Mature content.

Genre: enemies to benefit, smut, somewhat fluff

Word count: 3,8k

“I hate him, I really do namjoon. He bothers me so much. What can I even do?” you yelled while getting up from the couch for the tenth time in the short period of five minutes, making namjoon flinch.

Putting your hands in your face, you groaned. Feeling the irritation flow through your whole body. To which was nothing new to Namjoon.

“You can start by calming down” he quickly replied back, giving you a death glare that made you sit back down on his couch.

Kim Taehyung, your biggest enemy. The person you hate with your entire guts. There’s no time when you don’t express the hate you have for him, the amount of annoyance you get whenever you see him, and well he does the same. He always makes sure to tell you and show you just how much he hates you as well.

Taehyung has made it his goal to bother you every single day, every single morning, afternoon and even night time. But you can’t complain, mostly when you do the same. The hatred has been going on back and forward. You both refuse to talk things out, or even see different solutions to the problem.

And no matter the advice, you both have been like this for 3 years. Ever since your first year of college.

And today he just had the greatest idea to spill water all over your clothes in front of so many people, making you look like an idiot and a fool. You hate him, but you want revenge. And for the past 30 minutes you've been bothering your bestfriend Namjoon about it. For him this is normal

You coming to his dorm and talking about how much you hate Taehyung, you asking for advice that you will never take which you end up following your own thoughts. Nothing about this is new to him.

“Namjoon, help me here” you motioned with your hands. He’s tired and frustrated with the same conversation over and over again. He tells you one thing and you do the opposite.

For him you’re like dora. Asking useless and retarded questions when he knows you’ll do the opposite of what he says. He doesn't even take you seriously at this point. Yet he still loves you with his entire heart.

And even if he hates this stupid conversations, for your he will sit down and listen to them even if you never listen.

“Well...I don’t know. Yell at him?” he quietly responded. Making you throw your head back. Frustration flowing through your body. You want to mess with Taehyung big time, making him feel lost and even like the idiot he is.

Something you haven’t thought about before. But you’ve done everything. You have spilled paint on him, got him suspended, cut his hair as well as eyebrows, thrown eggs at him, spilled water as well and more you can’t remember. Just what now?

You need new and better ideas, things that will be far much more mean than all of the pranks you have done to him so far.

“No namjoon, I did that already, I always yell at him. Give me new Ideas.” you patiently waited for his answer. Rolling his eyes at you, he carefully thought about it.

You just want to win, you want Taehyung to say sorry to you in front of everyone. And until you don’t get that, you won’t stop.

Crossing his arms, he stared at you. Giving you an ‘enough’ face. Looking away, you knew exactly what he meant.

You’ve been bothering Namjoon about this for too long. Now thinking about it you feel bad. It’s all you ever talk about with him. Nothing new. Ever since Taehyung started messing with you, conversations started filling with his name. Taehyung this, Taehyung that.

All you have been focused on was what you thought, the desire of winning that you totally forgot about Namjoon and his emotions. What he thinks of this.

Sighing to yourself, you were about to tell him something, but he was quicker than you.

“Just fuck him y/n. Give yourself space” he yelled out loud, standing from the chair as you looked at him with wide eyes. But you only focused on the first part. Fuck him....that doesn’t sound bad. He would stop once and for all. And you could get your sexual frustration off. That's perfect. The greatest idea he has given you.

Quickly getting up from the chair, you gave Namjoon a big smile, one that he found very suspicious. “Thank you! You’re a fucking genius” you smiled, going up to him as you kissed his forehead multiple times, making him smile.

Once you gave him a last smile, you walked towards the door. Confusedly, he watched the sudden change of mood you just had. “And where are you going?” he asked.

“Out” you smiled, walking out the door. Leaving him looking at the door dumbfounded.

You waited a whole week to get ready, to get your plan in action. You didn't bother Taehyung at all the entire week, just stayed quiet, not trying to gain any attention, nor trying to do anything to him yet. To which he found it suspicious, but didn't say anything.

Even though you didn’t bother him he still continued to keep bothering you, making you angry and so ready to prank him, however you kept calm.

Once Friday hit, you knew you were ready. Fucking your enemy wasn't on your list, it was never on your thoughts to begin with. But you don't mind it at all.

Taehyung is attractive, which you sadly have to admit. You know he’s the talk of the town, the guy all the girls want on their bed. The person they want to fuck so badly, you didn’t think of him in that way. The only thing you thought when you saw him was hate. Which you still do.

However, his good looks could be something, but his attitude is another thing. It’s something that makes him look ugly, rotten. So you didn't pay attention to his looks, not when you got his attitude on display.

Although, you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t date him though.

Focusing back on the corner, you kept looking at the hallway and back at the door. Once he enters his dorm you’ll run towards the door and stop him, you'll confront him in another type of way. One that you aren’t used to. And from there you don't want to imagine it, but feel it.

Your heart suddenly started beating quicker than before, the plan had you nervous, scared even. But you were ready, you won’t coward down, you haven’t done it before and you won’t do it now. Once you saw him walking towards his dorm, you felt your palms become sweaty.

Your eyes slowly lingered on him, watching the way he was on his phone, scrolling through what seemed like instagram. For a second he stopped in front of his door, taking his keys out of his bag, and with that he opened the door.

This is your golden chance, the only chance you would have in a while. You’ve been waiting for it. Make your move.

Once he fully opened the dorm you ran up to him. Pushing him inside the dorm with all force, when you and him were inside you closed the door behind you. Good thing he lives alone in his dorm, to which you investigated before doing this.

Turning back to look at who pushed him, you’re met with a surprised look on his face. The way he looked so surprised was boosting your ego, the way his widened eyes stared down at you. Finally you had him on your knees.

Slowly, you started walking closer towards him.

“You really thought you would escape me” you smirked, putting your hand under his chin. With wide eyes he looked at you, not knowing what to say.

This was just making your ego grow bigger. “What are you doing here?” he asked, something you ignored. Slowly he started walking back, to which you walked closer towards him, once you got your aim, you pushed him into his bed. To which he was surprised, not just at your strength but at your dominance and boldness as well.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” you answered, slowly crawling on top of him. Putting your hand on his bulge, making him softly groan.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” you asked, passing your hand softly while he nodded, throwing his head back on the bed.

“You’re crazy” he said, something that made you stop. You are more than aware of how crazy your decisions could be and this one is proving it.

“Yet you aren’t stopping me” you said, unbuttoning his pants as you stood up from the bed pulling his pants down.

What you said was true, he had the choice of stopping you once you entered his dorm, when you pushed him, yet he didn’t. And for the annoyed face he was giving you, you knew he wasn’t going to stop you any time soon.

Once his pants were down, all you were met with was his boxers, to which you bit your lip to, already seeing the bulge forming on his boxers. Something about having him like this was making you close your legs, it was making you already wet without doing anything yet.

It was hot the way he sat up knowing what you were about to do, giving you that stupid smirk of his that made you always want to punch his face, yet right now you just want nothing more than suck him off.

“With the way you act I don't even know if sucking you off is the right way to go” you said, making him look up at you, giving you a small chuckle before he pulled you closer towards him.

“And with the way you act i don’t know if i want to yell at you or fuck you until you can’t verbally speak” he answered back, staring into your eyes for a few seconds before he pulled you into a kiss. A rough, yet needy kiss.

God the way his lips felt in yours were making you desire him already. It was making all kinds of dirty and filthy thoughts appear in your head. The idea of you bend down on his bed while he roughly thrust into you was already making you weak.

Once he pulled away, you motioned for him to take his boxers off, to which he did, not even disagreeing with you whatsoever. Although the only thing you could focus on was the way his cock looked, the way it came out so perfectly.

Going on your knees, you immediately grabbed his cock, sliding your hands on it. You hate to admit it, but he has a fucking big dick, something you didn’t expect. You thought of a lot of sizes but this one was just right.

“You like it, huh?” he cockly commented, making you roll your eyes at him. He always knows what’s in your head and you hate it.

Once you tested the waters for a bit, you finally gave in, putting his cock on your mouth, making him quietly groan. The idea of you sucking him off was not oddly weird, it felt normal. God your sexual desire wasn’t helping this situation.

Although his cock was big, you got used to it. Sliding your hands up and down while your mouth sucked him off from his tip to all the way down, sometimes gagging but you were doing it.

“Fuck” he quietly said, having his head thrown back while you looked up at him, now licking his cock on the sides all the way back to his tip. Your hands were doing a lot of moments, while your mouth was doing something different, both working together to bring him to the edge.

It wasn’t the way his cock was looking that was making you turn on, but the soft sounds he was doing. The way he was groaning at the way you were sucking his cock, it was making you close your legs tighter than before.

Picking up your pace from your hands and mouth, you started feeling him coming to his edge, the way his thighs tighten was giving you all the signs that he was about to cum in your face. There was never a time you let a guy cum in your mouth, the idea of it going into your mouth didn’t seem pleasant.

So you would either tell him to cum in your chest or something else, but this time the idea didn’t seem so bad, until.

“Fuck stop” he said, something you did. Immediately feeling worried. Have you done something he didn’t like?

“Get the fuck up, i want to cum inside of you” he said, standing up from the bed as you excitedly followed his orders. You didn’t realize just how excited you were, until he pushed you into the bed, pulling your pants down, while you took your shirt off.

“Look at you wanting me to fuck you so bad” he said, leaning closer towards you as he started kissing around your neck, leaving soft wet kisses all the way down to your breasts that were nicely hugged with your bra.

“This has to go” he said, pointing towards your bra, sitting up a bit. You gave him enough space for him to take your bra off, to which he easily took it off. Laying back down on the bed, he continued his trail of kisses, giving your breast more than just a kiss.

He started swirling his tongue around them, giving them kisses as he squished them. Once he was done with your breast, he started making his way down on your stomach, giving you soft kisses that were giving you chills all over your body.

He was making all kinds of desires in you, all kinds of thoughts running through your head. All you wanted was for him to fuck you. For the only noise to be heard to be your moans.

When he finally stopped kissing your stomach, he looked back up at you, giving you a faint smirk. His eyes stayed in you, while his fingers played with the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.

“Having you like this is my weakness now” he admitted, giving you a wink before he grabbed your panties, holding them tightly in his hand, something that made you feel shy. “I’ll keep this” he smiled, putting it somewhere on the floor.

“No you won’t” you said, something he just chuckled at. “Maybe i won’t, but i can give them back to you the next time we fuck” he said, bringing you closer towards the edge of the bed. Hitting your clit with his tip, you gasped.

“You’re so wet and just for me” he said, making you roll your eyes even though he was right. You were indeed wet for him, your panties were literally soaked with your wetness. It was embarrassing to admit just how wet and ready you are for this man to fuck you.

Out of all the times you have had sex, this was the first time you were this wet. This ready for someone to just shut you up and fuck you. You were determined and so needy for him. Something you never were, a thought that was never supposed to occur.

And now you are laying down on his bed, with your legs spread for him.

“Turn around” he said, no more like demanded you. He was demanding you to turn around and who were you to not obey?

Quickly, you turned around, your ass being up in the air. Grabbing your hip with his hand, he positioned you closer towards the edge, making you arch your back down.

“I like to go rough” he looked over to you, trying to see your reaction or if you were comfortable with it. Yeah maybe you were the one that came to him already looking to fuck but above that he would still ask for your thoughts. To see if you were comfortable enough.

“So do i” you said, something he laughed at. Exactly what he expected from you. A girl that is stuff in the outside, yet likes to be fucked roughly in bed. He didn’t expect less of you.

“If i would’ve know that, i would fucked you long ago” he said, making you feel these sudden butterflies in your stomach. His words were leaving this weird feeling inside you. They were causing a different type of desire.

Grabbing his cock with his hand, he pumped it for a few times before he started sliding his tip up and down your stripes, hearing your gasping.

Although he was ready to fuck you, he wanted to tease you a bit. He wanted to play around a little, wanting to see what your reaction would be to his actions.

“Just fuck me already” you irritability said, hearing a chuckle from him. “Oh don’t worry baby, i’ll fuck you for sure” he smirked, aiming his cock exactly at your entrance and without giving you a warning, he thrusted himself inside of you, making you and him gasp.

The way he slammed himself inside of you made your walls immediately wrap around him, while he started feeling the tightness. Shutting your eyes, you threw your face in the pillow.

He didn’t say much, instead he pulled himself out, just to thrust himself back inside you. Filling you up to the brim. He continued to slowly thrust in, making you adjust to his size, and even if he was impatient he would wait.

“Whenever you want to move faster tell me” he said, something you just nodded at, feeling the way his thrust were both slow and deep. Deep inside of you, making your legs already wobbly, that if it weren’t for his hand that was holding onto your hip then you would’ve fallen over.

He continued to move at his pace, and once you told him to go faster his way of thrusting fully changed. What were once slow thrusts inside of you, had nothing compared to the way he was thrusting now.

The rough and fast pace he had was showing you just how needy he was for you like you were for him, the way his hips were crashing onto yours once his cock entered fully inside you. All of this was making you moan louder than you thought you would.

“Fuck, taehyung don’t stop” you yelled onto the pillow, gripping onto the sheets as he continued his on thing, slapping your ass once he had the chance. You were completely lost in the lust, in the desire, in the foggy mind.

All that mattered to you was him, his cock, and the way he was roughly thrusting into you. Nothing mattered more than that. There was no thought that was more important than that.

“Shit you feel awesome” he groaned out, reaching to one of your breaths as he took it with his hand, caressing your nipple with his finger. The knot that had been forming inside of you was ready to burst, to finally explode.

It was embarrassing to admit how close you were to your orgasm, how close you were to cumming on his cock. Feeling him raw inside of you made those birth control pills so much more worth it, it was like a reward for you taking them.

You didn’t think of taking birth control, you thought of condoms better than that, until you decided to try it and did it raw with one of your past exes. The idea of having them raw inside of you felt so much better than a condom.

The sex felt better, the experince was more intimate doing it raw then with a condom. At first there was a fear inside of you, that maybe it wasn’t the right mood or for pregnancy issues, but over time the fear went away.

The sound of your skin and his clapping together, your moans and the rocky bed was what brought you back to your senses. Feeling the way his thrusts become faster because he was going to cum just like you were.

“I’m cumming” you yelled out, gripping even tighter on the sheets as you felt your orgasm approaching, reaching you bit by bit until you came hard on his cock, feeling your body worn out. Once you came, he continued to thrust inside of you, even if it was sloppy he was still going in hard.

“Are you on the pill, i forgot to ask” he said, slapping your ass as you flinched. “I am” you said, barely being able to let those words out. Nodding he continued to thrust inside of you and once he reached his limit he came inside of you, fully covering your walls with his cum that was now mixed with yours.

“Holy shit” he breathed out, kissing your back, as he stood up again. Pulling out of you, he watched the way his cum was dripping down to your legs, feeling exhaustion wash over him.

Picking you up, he carried you to the left side of the bed, placing you down slowly as he made his way to the other side of the bed. He could care less for the mess, or for how sweaty he was, all he cared about was to let you rest.

Pulling the blanket, he covered your body as he covered himself as well. With a sigh coming from him, he pulled you closer towards him, making you groan.

“We are definitely fucking again” he said, making you softly laugh on his bare chest. You didn’t get to see just how well built Taehyung is. The way his body had more muscle than you have seen, not that you pay much attention to his body.

“Are we?” you said, looking up at him as he nodded. “Fuck yeah” he said, making you laugh, while you closed your eyes, his arms wrapped around you, having you closely towards him.

“We can even fuck in the shower” he said, winking at you a couple of times. The idea of having shower sex didn’t seem bad, the only thing there was, it was a public bathroom. A bathroom all the boys in this hallway used.

“No, not that” you said, making him laugh. Giving your head a kiss, he placed his chin on your head, closing his eyes as he started feeling tired.

“Then my dorm will do” he chuckled and with that you both slept away. Crazy to think a plan like this went over your head.

Thank you, Namjoon.

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pj-miin · 2 years

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Love & Crosses | 01

» 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: ceo!taehyung x ceo!reader

» 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Taehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember, with both your families being directly involved in business together, and being closer than family, you've been surrounded by him almost always. Over the course of 28 years a lot has changed. But things could only complicate themselves more when both your families form an alliance between the two of you - an arranged marriage.

» 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, fluff, angst, eventual smut

» 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, alcohol consumption, subtle (and not so subtle) flirting, mentions of reader’s sister running away from home, (some) angst

» 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 12.8K

» 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Kim Taehyung!" You called urgently from the second floor of the high-end penthouse you were currently in. And it just so happened to be that the luxury penthouse belonged to none other than your best friend, Kim Taehyung.

You see the said man walking down the hallway into your eyeshot. He's buttoning up one of his blue shirts for work. He glares at you as if you'd interrupted something too important. "Jeez, you're so loud," he says as he goes back to the task at hand—his shirt. "What is it?"

"Mind telling me where my bra is?" You watch as he finally glances at you. You'd just come out of the shower, a towel wrapped securely around your body, only to discover that your bra had vanished in thin air.

"And why would you think I'd know where it just so happens to be?" He asks as though you'd offended him.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm in your house, and my belonging has gone missing," you state the obvious.

"I was in my room, I have no idea where your bra is. Just look around there, there's no way it walked out of the room," he rolls his eyes, walking back in the direction he'd come from once he was finished with the buttons of his shirt.

You scoff at his audacity.

For some clarification, you and Taehyung have known each other since birth, not to mention you both were the same age, which ultimately meant you two clicked immediately. With both your families having close relations both in business and outside of business, the two of you saw each other a lot. Hence, explaining why you two are best friends, and your close proximate relation as best friends—a reference to you standing in his house practically naked except for a towel around you, questioning him about an undergarment.

You trot back into the guest room you were resided in for the night prior, although that room is almost permanently yours either way. It was the room you stayed in every time you crashed his place—which was often, very often.

You look around the room for what seemed the fifth time this morning. You groan in annoyance after your lack of success. "Taehyung!" You call for him a second time.

"Give me a second, woman," He responds, and you could sense the annoyance in his voice. You were going to have him be late for work and he knew well and good if you were going to be late due to the sudden disappearance of your undergarment, there was no way you'd let him get to work on time. He notices the frown on your face once he walks into the room, an untied tie hanging around his neck and his vest over his shirt remaining unbuttoned.

His expression softens once seeing the conflicted expression on your face.

"Where did you put it?" He asks, walking near you.

"Right here, on the bed," you point at a spot on the bed where a pile of the rest of your clothes could be seen.

He walks to the place you'd pointed at and sifts through the pile of clothes, but no luck. He glances around the room, in the same manner you had a few minutes ago. After failing to spot your bra, he walks to the ensuite bathroom. He looks around the bathroom, but nothing. He looks through the pile of your worn clothing in the bathroom, but sighs once he finds nothing.

"How did you manage to lose your bra? That too, in a room," he asks, exasperated.

"I don't know," you frown, "I came out of the shower and it was gone. I'm going to be late for work, I have an important meeting with Mr. Chung."

He gives you a thoughtful look and walks back to the room. You watch from behind him as he once again scans the room.

You knit your brows together seeing his tall, broad figure dip down, crane under the bed.

You watch as his crouched figure rises once again. You really never could get used to his height. You'd known Taehyung since he was born—establishing the fact that you are in fact older than him, by a few months that is, and yet he is taller than you, by a lot. Which meant that you'd grown accustomed to the occasional head pats, and him using you as an armrest.

Kim Taehyung, 28, the CEO of Kim Enterprises; he could come off as scary and intimidating to many. But not to you. You both knew, to him, you're the only person he could act like himself around. And you both knew that to you, he was the only person you could act like yourself around. You'd never be able to see him as CEO Kim or Mr. Kim, he's always going to be Taehyung to you.

"I wonder where this came from," he deadpans, holding up the nude-coloured bra you'd almost lost your mind looking for all morning.

You chuckle nervously, barely looking at him, quickly taking your possession from his hand.

"God, you almost ate my head off for this, only for it to be under the bed," he gives you a look.

"I'm sorry okay," you say half-heartedly, "I was in a rush."

"And I wasn't?" He raises a brow.

"I said sorry, jeez. You're so annoying."

"I'm annoying?" he gawks at you.

"That's what I just said," you put a finger at his chest, "you are annoying Kim Taehyung.

"So childish," he scoffs, wrapping his long slender fingers around your finger that was pointed at his chest—very broad chest, to be noted.

"Go get dressed, you're going to be late," he suggests. Already focusing on his own self. Fidgeting with his tie, not knowing how to tie it—CEO of one of the biggest companies in South Korea at the age of 28, and yet he couldn't tie his own tie.

You roll your eyes and put your hands over his, "I'll do it," you tell him. He moves his hands from under yours and lets them fall to his sides.

"Kim Taehyung, CEO of the most successful company in all of Asia, and he can't tie his own tie," you tease him, grinning, knowing you'd get him all worked up. You knew him inside and out, better than he knew himself.

"Oh please, I am very much capable of tying my own tie," he scoffs, "but I'd rather have Y/L/N Y/N, the CEO of the most successful company in all of South Korea, do it for me," he smiles at you.

You smile at his words, almost saying something sweet back—almost.

"It's because I love having powerful people do chores for me, it makes me feel important," he boasts.

You pull the tie tighter around his neck until it's basically choking him, you smile in satisfaction, "and I love choking the most powerful man in all of South Korea, it makes me feel important."

"Careful there, if anyone saw us like this, there would be a lot of misunderstandings," he smirks slightly.

What a tease.

"Oh please," you let go of the tie, letting him loosen it. "You've got to stop projecting your sexual desires onto me, Kim Taehyung." You almost gag at the thought, "see, I almost threw up at the thought," you inform him. Taking your clothes from the bed and walk to the bathroom. "I'd rather spend a day with Jimin, and you know how much I hate that asshole," you say before shutting the bathroom door before an amused-looking Taehyung.

You both knew you were only joking, you didn't hate Jimin, you could never, he was too perfect for you to hate him. He could just occasionally be annoying, and the two of you would bicker constantly, but then again, you were the same with Taehyung, and you could never hate Taehyung. You love him too much, sometimes too much for your own liking.

And as for the 'I'd rather spend a day with Jimin' part, that was most definitely a lie. It couldn't have been too bad, but you and Jimin staying in close proximity for more than five minutes—and that too alone—was basically a death wish. You'd rather spend that time with Taehyung, even if it meant he got to weirdly project his sexual desires onto you (note the question mark at the end of that thought).

Was it too weird that you would rather that your best friend project sexual desires onto you, rather than spend a day with his cousin even though both those scenarios gave you the urge to throw up?

Probably. But you didn't have to dwell on it, you were late, very late for an important meeting.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Y/L/N, working with you was a pleasure," the man before you speaks.

You nod curtly, "I could say the same to you, Mr. Chung."

The man bows, "I will be taking my leave."

You nod in response.

You take a deep breath of relief once the man was gone. Meetings were such a hassle, nothing less than exhausting, exhausting and exhausting.

You walk out of the room, making your way to your office. You'd barely walked in when your phone rang, you draw your phone out of your pocket to see none other than Taehyung's name across your phone.

You pick up, trying to sound casual, uninterested almost, although you were feeling the quite opposite—updates from Taehyung throughout the day were the only thing that gave colour to your lifeless workdays.

"What do I owe the pleasure, CEO Kim?"

"Oh nothing other than a lone 'hello'," he scoffs on the other side of the phone. You knew he hates it when you addressed him formally.

"Okay then, hello CEO Kim," you tease him further.

You chuckle when he doesn't respond.

"Plans for tonight?" he asks casually. It was common for him to ask you such things, but again, you loved teasing him.

"Oh wow, am I getting asked out on a date by Kim Taehyung himself."

"Y/N.' he warns.

You laugh, "Okay, okay, I'm joking. Relax, you're so stuck up all the time.'

"I'm perfectly fine," he says to you. But you could tell he wasn't perfectly fine. You could tell by the way he was speaking—he was stressed. You could read him like an open book.

"What happened?" Your voice softens.

Taehyung sighs, "Nothing."

"Taehyung, you can tell me," you insist.

"We're supposed to launch the new products in three weeks, but these fucking dumbasses are saying the shipping's getting delayed by four business days, which means they'll deliver next week. Now, how am I going to prepare everything in such a short amount of time."

You feel a pang of sympathy for him, being a CEO yourself, you knew how stressful things could be.

"Taehyung, everything's going to be alright. I know you always find a way. You'll do great, I'm sure of it."

"I hope so," he says over the phone.

"And," you start, "I have no plans for tonight, I'm always free for you, you know that," you remind him. "Where do you want to go?"

"Well, Jimin hyung's been insisting on going to the club for a while now, Hoseok's new one," he states.

You groan, "Park Jimin again."

You hear Taehyung chuckle on the other side of the phone.

"I'm joking of course," you smile, "I haven't seen him in a while anyways."

"Yeah, not sure if he feels the same," Taehyung jokes.

"Yeah, yeah, of course he doesn't," you roll your eyes.

"I've been telling him off for a while, because of the launch, we were busy, but I guess I can't really do much now until they ship the products," he explains to you.

You hum understandingly, you'd been watching him for the past few months, he's been working too hard, and he deserves a break from everything.

"I'II come," you tell him, your sweet voice resonating in his ears.

"Alright, I'll come to pick you up at nine," you can almost hear the content through his voice.

"Pick me up from here," you instruct.

"At work?" He questions.

"Yeah, I need to finish some work regarding the contract with SPK Industries," you tell him.

"That reminds me, did the meeting with Mr. Chung go well?" He asks.

"Fairly well, though I'm slightly skeptical since their customer service is questionable," Taehyung laughs at this, "but, their quality is great."

"That's true," Taehyung says in agreement.

"I did sign the contract, for now. We'll see how it goes I guess," you tell him.

"It'll go well, don't worry. I've done business with them a few times, it wasn't too bad," he reassures you.

"Emphasis on the 'too bad'?" You chuckle.

"Emphasis on the 'too bad'," he says in agreement, laughing with you.

"I'll call you later, I have some work to finish. Don't worry too much about the launch, it'll go well, you are Kim Taehyung after all."

He smiles a little at your concern.

"And you better be on time, l'Il be waiting at nine. You know I hate it when you keep me waiting," you pout, and he can almost hear the pout

through the phone.

"I will, don't worry. You know I hate it when I keep you waiting."

You smile, "Okay, don't be late. Bye."

"Bye," he replies.

And you hang up, waiting for an eventful night ahead alongside him.

[Tae] Are you finished?

[Tae] I'm outside

You'd just finished reviewing the last file and responding to one last email when you got the text.

You look at the time, it's nine already. Your day had passed normally—uneventful. Most of your day was full of meetings and the rest of it full of signing documents, reading documents, writing emails, responding to emails. You didn't realize when the clock had struck nine.

[You] I’ll be down

[You] Gimme a sec

You quickly respond to Taehyung and gather your things.

Stepping out of your double doored office, you glance at the pretty much empty building, except a few employees here and there finishing up last minute things.

You walked down the hallway and stood before the elevator, pressing the silver circular button and waiting for it to open.

You looked down at your attire, it was anything but club attire, you were wearing pencil heels, a black pencil skirt, a white shirt and a black cropped blazer atop the shirt.

You step into the elevator once it opens, pressing the close button once inside. Patiently waiting for the elevator to stop at the first floor.

The elevator opened to reveal an empty looking lobby. The first floor would usually be bustling with people going in and out of cafes and restaurants, but looking at the time, it was understandably empty.

You walked out of the building, the early summer breeze hitting your face.

Your attention was quickly diverted to Taehyung leaning against his parked car with his phone in his hand. His blazer gone, instead the same blue vest from earlier today, placed atop his blue shirt, holding the tie in place. His hair looked as neat as ever, parted neatly from the middle, giving a small glance of his forehead.

You quickly walk towards him, "you really couldn't have found a parking spot?" He looks up from his phone to you, "you're here. great. Let's get going then."

You roll your eyes, he really has the audacity to ignore you.

"You see that," you point at the no parking sign a little ahead of where Taehyung's car was parked. "Looks like CEO Kim's in desperate need of a parking ticket."

He scoffs, "the car isn't parked if I'm standing right here, and if there's someone inside it."

You look at him with utter confusion on your face. You watch as the window of the driver's seat slowly goes down. Only to reveal Jimin sitting in the passenger seat.

"Park Jimin, well isn't it my lucky day," you say sarcastically.

He smiles, "I've heard you've been missing me too much."

"As if," you scoff.

Taehyung watches the two of you fondly, "shall we get going?"

"But Taehyung, look at what I'm wearing," you pout.

"Look at what I'm wearing," he points to his work attire.

"You look great, don't even get me started, girls swoon over you," you tell him matter-of-factly.

"The way you do?" He leans closer to you.

"You wish," you deride.

"You look amazing, don't worry," he says, glancing at you from top to bottom.

You were still skeptical, but you let it slide since Taehyung had approved.

"I'm serious, Y/N, you look great," Taehyung confirms at noticing your hesitance. "Besides, it's not like you're going home with anyone," he breathes a laugh, attempting to stop you from stressing over an outfit.

You furrow your brows, "what makes you say that? I'll go home with someone if I feel like it, Taehyung."

Taehyung's face drops at this, he gives you a blank stare as if he's in disbelief, "you can't be serious right now."

"Of course I'm serious?" You counter, not believing that you were having this conversation right now.

Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair, "you know what? Forget it." He shakes his head, opening the door and making himself comfortable in the driver's seat.

"You planning on coming?" Taehyung regards you through the open window.

You open your mouth, wanting to make a snarky comment in response, but decide to think better of it and sit yourself in the back seat of Taehyung's royal blue Maserati.

Once the car was on the road, the three of you found sanctuary in the peacefulness of the silence alongside the songs playing softly in the background on the radio of the car.

You finally decide to break the silence by interrogating Jimin on his love life. "How's it going with Kiana?"

"Kiana," Jimin sighs, "I don't know. We were doing alright for the first few months, but..."

"But?" You ask urgently, feeling that something was wrong in his tone. You'd liked Kiana since the moment Jimin had introduced her to you and Taehyung a good four months ago, and they seemed like they were going well. Not to mention, they made a cute couple.

"We broke up," Jimin announces as the car is filled with a tense silence.

You stare blankly outside, not knowing what to say to him, as Ed Sheeran's Bad Habits plays on the radio. It was so ironic you could almost laugh—if it wasn't for the elephant in the room.

Kiana and Jimin had also happened to meet in the form of a one night stand. But Jimin being the charmer he is, couldn't have her stop thinking about him, which eventually led to the relationship they had until the last time you'd seen them.

"Why?" It's the only thing that comes to your mind.

"I didn't want to break her heart, she's a nice girl, she deserves someone who can actually love her. I couldn't bring myself to love her, not the way I love—loved her," he tells you, looking out the window where passing by buildings and cars drew his attention.

You go a little stiff at the mention of your younger sister. "You still love her." you weren't sure if you wanted this to come out as a statement or a question.

"Never stopped, I can't bring myself to stop," Jimin says softly.

Your heart aches for him, for both of them. You knew what your sister did wasn't right, not only did she run away from home, she broke Jimin's heart, but you couldn't help feel heartache for her as much as you felt it for Jimin. You knew that if she didn't leave that day, grandfather would've never let her peruse the career she wanted. Instead, crowning her the CEO of the company, and have her do that for the rest of her life.

"She's coming back," you reveal to Jimin.

He doesn't move, he doesn't even flinch at it as you'd expected, instead you notice Taehyung's expression change to one of—as you could read—shock, surprise, happiness, anger, disgust. And you didn't blame him. Your sister had broken his brother's heart.

"When is she coming back?" Jimin asks, you could hear the sorrow in his voice alongside the small ray of hope.

"On Tuesday," you mumble out the small piece of information.

He hums in response, "she's staying here?"

"For a few months," you inform him, "She's starting work in September, she'll go back in August."

"Does everyone know?" Jimin asks the one thing that's been on your mind since Ryuna had called you to let you know she's coming back.

You go silent and Jimin takes your silence as a 'no' to the answer of his question.

The atmosphere in the car is almost suffocating. Taehyung hasn't uttered a word in response to the topic, and that usually meant he wasn't happy about something. It made you feel guilty, there was already a lot going on in both their heads, there was enough on their plate, the only thing you'd accomplished was added more for them to worry about.

"She shouldn't come back," Jimin says after a while.

You don't say anything in response, instead letting him say what he needed to.

"If grandfather finds out, you can only imagine what he'll do."

You know. You'd thought about it countless times. If everyone finds out, you could only imagine what they'll do. Grandfather would make her life a living hell.

"I know," you simply say, not knowing what else to say. Knowing how iffy this topic was, not only between the three of you, but throughout both your families, it made the thought of her return worse.

You even vividly remembered how traumatic the months after she'd left were. But more than you, it was Jimin who felt her absence the most, he became quiet, barely keeping a social life, he solely went from work to home and from home to work. It was his fiancée that had left so abruptly after all, his girlfriend of four years, you didn't blame him. Of course, after all that happened, you started to see the old Jimin come back after some time had passed. But it didn't take you long to realize that it wasn't the old Jimin you were seeing, it was the new Jimin. The new Jimin that only looked like he was doing well.

"We're here," Taehyung announces after what seems like an eternity. The enthusiasm in his voice no longer.

All three of you silently get out of the car. An unknowing tenseness in the atmosphere.

Walking into the club did nothing to help the sour mood, all you saw was flashing lights and all you heard was music blasting on huge speakers.

The three of you seem to be thinking the same as you all walk directly towards the bar at the end of the club.

"A Mezcal for me," you tell the bartender.

"Dry Chincón please," Jimin orders.

And Taehyung of course was staying sober for the sake of driving the three of you home.

You're silent while waiting for your drinks, watching people dancing out their worries, couples making out with each other, grinding on each other and what not.

"I'll be back, washroom," Taehyung informs you and Jimin, walking off in a direction where you assumed the restroom was.

You and Jimin stand in silence in Taehyung's absence.

"Hoseok's done a nice job on this one, don't you think?" Jimin finally speaks, trying to start a casual conversation.

"Oh yeah, definitely. It's really nice, he always outdoes himself" you respond.

"That's Hoseok alright," Jimin chuckles a little.

Another silence washes over the two of you. You take a glance at Jimin, his smile's already faltered. You sigh.

Another few minutes pass in silence before the bartender gives you your drinks.

You take a sip, enjoying the bitter taste of alcohol running down your throat. Running your eyes around the crowd once again, the same bodies swaying to the beat of the song playing on the loudspeakers. You watch everyone unfazed, well that is until your eyes find Taehyung. And he wasn't alone.

He seemed to be coming back from the same corner of the club he'd gone to, but this time, there was a girl latched onto his arm. Aside from your eyes finding the girl familiar, you could tell Taehyung looked quite uncomfortable.

"Is that.. Hina?" Jimin asks in disbelief. "No way," you shut your eyes in disbelief, clearly your exhaustion at the moment wasn't enough. Hina. Of all the people you could've bumped into at a club, it just had to be Hina.

"Didn't she get transferred back to Japan?" Jimin asks in doubt.

"The last time I checked, yes," you confirm to the confused looking man.

You watch as the figure of Taehyung and Hina in the mere corner of the club comes closer to the two of you standing by the bar with your respective drinks in your hands. Until, eventually the two of them stopped before you. You could make out a look of disgust on Taehyung's face. Both you and Jimin give Hina a tight smile. She smiles back feverishly, her grip on Taehyung tightening at the sight of you.

"Hi, Mr. Park," she greets Jimin with an enthusiastic smile.

Jimin doesn't respond, instead nods, no sign of politeness or enthusiasm at the sight of the woman who tried to initiate sexual deeds with Taehyung for a raise. Taehyung, of course, was disgusted and gave her a transfer letter to Japan. How, and why she's back here, you have no idea.

"I was in the bathroom, when I came out, I just so happened to run into Mr. Kim," she says shyly, "we were just catching up, isn't that so Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung pulls his arm out of the woman's grip and clears his throat, "yes." Though his face was giving you a clear 'no'.

"Let's go dance Mr. Kim," she says, tugging at his shirt's sleeve.

Taehyung seems not to have much of a choice and agrees to go with her. She smiles at her victory and gives you a dirty look before leaving with Taehyung.

You watch Taehyung with an amused grin, he seemed to be having the most dreadful time of his life.

"Wait until I tell him you were laughing at him," Jimin threatens.

At this you burst out laughing, "I can't help it, he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him."

"No way, you've got it all wrong," Jimin says sarcastically, "he's having the time of this life."

Your eyes trail over from Jimin to Taehyung who had a face of utter disgust and outrage at the woman who was currently grinding on him.

"Keep an eye out Y/N, we'll lose our driver if he goes home with her tonight," he comments on the scene unfolding before him, taking a sip of his drink.

"As if he's going to go home with her," you scoff, "first off, he hates her. Second, she's anything but his type."

"You seem to know a lot about his type," Jimin interrogates with a grin on his face.

"Shut up," you spat, "I happen to be his best friend."

Jimin almost laughs at that last bit. You punch his arm, "you're such an ass."

"You are what you eat," he shrugs.

You roll your eyes, "anyways, as I was saying; he hates her, she's anything but his type, and he's left that sleeping around phase a while ago," you reference to Taehyung's early days as a CEO, four years ago. The workload was so new to him, the only way he relieved his stress was with hook ups.

Though he eventually got used to his job and left that habit in the past.

Now that you think about it, Taehyung has only had two relationships he's actually committed to. Which was surprising knowing how diligent and committed to work he's always been, whether that be in high school, in university, or as a CEO. "He's at the age of marriage now," you say in a satire manner. Jimin almost laughs at your attempt in mocking Mrs. Kim's words.

"I've overheard them talking a few times," you share the piece of information with him. "They want to get him married soon."

Jimin sighs, "I know. They've been talking about it for a while now, for both of us."

"Both of you?" Your eyes widen.

He nods, "yeah, I think it's about time I listen to them, maybe it's for the best anyways. They've been at it for the past two years."

You knew Jimin's parents had been bugging him to get married ever since Ryuna ran away, but you didn't expect Jimin to agree to the whole marriage thing.

You were surprised when both your families had happily agreed for Ryuna and Jimin's marriage two years ago. Ryuna and Jimin had been dating for four years—they were madly in love, none of you were sure what to expect when they broke the news to everyone, but it was a relief they were happy with the relationship. But what none of you expected was for their marriage to be in talks so early, they both were young after all, Ryuna was only twenty-four and Jimin was twenty-eight. However, Jimin happily proposed and Ryuna happily accepted. Things came together. Both your families were over the moon happy, and the wedding preparations had begun almost immediately.

As for Jimin and Ryuna, they'd even bought their own house—ready to reside in it in four months, after their wedding.

There were only two weeks left before the wedding, you were already working as the CEO of the company and your grandfather had insisted for Ryuna to take your place in the company before the wedding so you could be appointed as chairwoman. Ryuna didn't want that, she wanted to pursue the career of her dreams, she wanted to be a writer, she'd always dreamed of being one. She argued for hours that day, with grandfather, with mom, with dad, to let her go, to let her do what she wanted to, but they all refused.

And so that night, she left. America, a land of opportunity, as they called it. She began her writing career there.

She wondered if she'd be able to live without you, without mom, without dad, but she grew accustomed to it eventually. But the one person who's absence she couldn't fill in those two years was Jimin. You couldn't even count how many times she'd called you at the most absurd hours of day, drunk and crying over how much she missed him, but she didn't have the guts to call him, to talk to him, not once. And there wasn't much you could do except feel pity for her.

"You're gonna let her go that easily? I know why she's coming back, and it's not for me," you tell him, sighing.

"And what? Do you think she's going to come back and everyone's going to be over the moon? They're going to accept our relationship? Do you think grandfather's going to accept her with open arms?" Jimin questions. "I think you're forgetting she ran away from home, she ran away from her duties at the company. They're not going to let her step foot in that house, you know that."

Tears well in your eyes at this, you didn't know if it was the alcohol or everything overwhelming you. You knew Jimin didn't feel anything of that for Ryuna himself, he still loved her the same he did back then, but you knew everything he said was true, they aren't going to accept her anymore.

"I miss her," you say after a while, your voice breaking.

"Me too," Jimin responds, his voice sounding almost distant.

You try to find Taehyung in the crowd once again, wanting to distract yourself.

You chuckle at the scene before you, Taehyung was pulling Hina off him and respectfully handing her back to one of her friends. He looked quite disturbed. You see Jimin smiling as Taehyung makes his way back to the two of you. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself," Jimin snickers once Taehyung's standing in front of you.

"Don't push it, hyung," Taehyung says through gritted teeth.

Jimin shrugs.

"For fucks sake, she was grinding on me like no tomorrow," Taehyung says in disgust.

"Fun, huh?" You try not to laugh.

"Oh please, I couldn't even get hard," he scoffs.

"Ouch, was it that bad?" You ask in amusement.

"You have no idea," he takes a breath, glad the woman was finally off him.

"Let's get you home," you smile warmly at the man. The day had been long, the one thing you all needed was rest, not a club. "I think that's enough clubbing for a day." Jimin and Taehyung both nod in agreement.

You quickly down the rest of your drink and place it on the counter for someone to take.

You put an arm around Taehyung's shoulder and the other around Jimin's. "I'm so tired," you tell them groggily.

They both smile at you. You could tell the alcohol was starting to get to you now.

"Taehyung," you say his name a little too loud. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "yes, Y/N?"

"Can you take me to your home, please," you say with a pout you knew he could never resist.

He chuckles, "alright."

"You want me to drop you off at home, or do you wanna stay over too?" Taehyung directs the question to Jimin.

"I'll be fine on my own," Jimin laughs, "don't worry about me, clearly I can tolerate alcohol, unlike someone," Jimin scoffs.

"Yah," you yell, "I am not drunk, okay. Just slightly buzzed," you insist.

"You take her home, I'll get home fine," Jimin tells Taehyung, knowing he's going to have to drop him off home first which would take longer.

"You sure?" Taehyung asks in doubt.

"Yeah," Jimin gives the younger one a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine.

"Alright," Taehyung confirms, "don't go out drinking again," Taehyung warns, knowing his brother too well.

Jimin chuckles, "I won't."

"Alright then, let's get you home, shall we?" Taehyung says to you.

You hum in response, following Taehyung to his car, turning around to see Jimin walking the other way, back into the club. You sigh and turn your attention back to Taehyung. He helps you into the passenger seat, and walks around the car, helping himself into the driver seat.

"Seatbelt?" Taehyung points at your obviously unfastened seat belt.

"Can you do it for me?" You grin sheepishly at him.

He rolls his eyes and leans closer, pulling the seat belt from your right and fastening it to your left. You keep your sight on him, eyes full of adoration for your best friend.

"You're such a baby," he smiles, stroking a thumb on your cheek.

He sits back in his seat and fastens his own seatbelt. He keeps a hand on the steering wheel, the other behind your seat, he looks through the back window as the car makes its way out of the parking spot. Once the car was on the road, you watched as Taehyung drove effortlessly. He was already manspreading, with one foot on the escalator, he had one hand on the steering and the other lay in his lap.

He glances at you once he catches you ogling at him at a red light. "What?"

"You look hot." you say nonchalantly, shrugging and looking the other way, out the window.

Taehyung doesn't seem taken aback. "Is that so?" He teases.

You hum in response.

"And what makes you say that?" He raises a brow, thinking about his normal work attire.

"What? Can't I call my best friend hot?" You inquire.

"Of course you can, especially when your best friend's been named the world's most handsome and sexiest man," he boasts.

"Yeah, yeah", you scoff.

The next few minutes pass in silence, the songs playing on the radio softly in the background. And that eventually drives you to slumber.

You don't know when you ended up falling asleep or how long you've taken a nap in Taehyung's car, but you're awoken by the sound of Taehyung's baritone voice calling your name sweetly.

Your eyes refuse to open—you're that tired. You whine a little in response, wanting nothing other than to sleep at the moment.

"We're home, Y/N," Taehyung says softly.

"We are?" You mumble in your sleep.

He hums in response. But you don't have the energy to move.

You don't hear Taehyung's voice after that, which perks your curiosity, instead you hear a bit of shuffling. And before you could open your eyes, you feel Taehyung's arm snaking under your legs and behind your back. Your eyes flutter open to see Taehyung's face up close—a sight to see as soon as you wake up.

He pulls you into his arms and you put your own arms around his neck, securing yourself.

"Now you wake up," he scoffs.

"Asshole," you reply, not having the energy to think of anything else.

"Goddamn, you've gotten heavy," he jokes, and you know he's lying by the way he's carrying you facilely.

"Definitely an asshole," you mumble, half asleep again. He chuckles.

Your eyelids are half open as you're unable to fall back to sleep due to the constant movement. You keep your eyes on Taehyung as he carries you from the car to the elevator, which eventually stops on the 25th floor.

"Can I put you down?" He asks once he's halted outside his penthouse's door.

You nod, and he places you on the ground to stand for your own. You watch as he taps the code to his house, the code you knew very well—you were that one that made it after all. After a high pitched beep, the door unlocks itself. He pushes it open and you step in, welcomed by the warmth of his luxury apartment.

You take off your black heels and place them in the rack inside the double doored closet. Turning around you see Taehyung reciprocating your actions. You take a step closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. You feel his arms gently wrapping around your waist.

"What happened?" He asks tenderly.

"Nothing," you respond from the crook of his neck, "I'm just tired."

"Are you sure? I'll make you some tea," he offers, to which you decline immediately, you knew he was just as tired as you were, you'd feel guilty making him do unnecessary work for you.

"Can you carry me to bed?" You request.

And of course, how could Taehyung have refused you? "Of course."

Once again, he picks you up. Carrying you down the foyer and up the white, wooden stairs. He nudges the door to your room—as you called it—with his knee and walks in.

The mattress dips as your weight is put on it after he gently places you on the bed.

You realized you were still in your work clothes, but you were too tired to care about that right now.

"Goodnight," he says to you, smiling at you warmly.

But you don't want him to go. Your hand latches onto the hem of his blazer's sleeve as he turns around to leave the room. He turns back around to face you, giving you a look of question.

"Can you stay here, please," you plead.

With everything you'd talked to Jimin about, nothing seemed right to you at the moment, his words ringing in your head. You needed Taehyung's comfort.

He notices the gloom in your eyes and nods immediately. Though, at that moment he needed your comfort too, with everything going on at the company, he was really stressed. You move over and let him slide into the covers. He turns and looks at you, you look at him. You find his hand from under the cover and lock it with yours, bringing it to your chest and hugging it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he says softly, brushing hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

"I miss her," you tell him, a lone tear falling from your eye.

"She's coming back isn't she?" Taehyung furrows his brows.

"They all hate her," you choke out.

"Hey," he says, stroking your hair, "it's all going to be alright, I promise you."

You sniffle, not knowing if you should be awaiting your sister's arrival, or be calling it dreaded.

You bring your head to his chest. His heart aches for you. "It's going to be okay, I promise you it will," he reassures you.

He knew it wasn't much for you to grasp onto, but he hoped he was of some help to your current state.

But you knew that his comfort alone was enough for you to relax.

Taking a deep breath and snuggling closer to him, you feel your eyes heavy from sleep, you fall asleep in Taehyung's arms—spending the night wondering if you'd hallucinated or dreamed of a peck placed in your hair.

You woke up with an arm wrapped around your waist. Turning around, you see Taehyung sleeping soundly.

He was still wearing his suit from yesterday. You move closer and loosen his tie, smiling at the sight of him sleeping, he looked absolutely adorable. Taehyung has always reminded you of a puppy when he sleeps. Completely the opposite of his intimidating personality from work.

His well kept hair from yesterday was practically everywhere now. You move it out of his face. His hair was definitely getting longer by the day, and he looked absolutely stunning.

Once you've completely digested the sight of him, you carefully move his arm off your waist, careful not to wake him up, he must've been tired.

You feel awfully stiff after sleeping in your work clothes, the first thing you wanted to do was take a shower. You gather something presentable-looking from your collection of clothes present in Taehyung's house.

The rest of the morning seemed to go uneventful for a Saturday morning.

Upon getting out of the shower, Taehyung was still sleeping, and so you let him get his sleep.

The house seemed eerily quiet due to Taehyung's absence.

You were planning to make the one thing you'd mastered in cooking—pancakes, but you decided to wait for Taehyung to wake up since he loved pancakes himself.

Pouring yourself a coffee, you made your way to Taehyung's study. You made yours3elf comfortable and decided to finish off some work while Taehyung was sleeping.

An hour or two had passed, the house cleaners had come around to clean the house as usual.

You'd finished two cups of coffee and quite a bit of your work. It was now nearing noon, and you were starving, Taehyung still hadn't woken up.

You decide to go check on him. Walking up the stairs, you're preoccupied, replying to an email from an employee regarding a matter from the company.

You walked into the room absent minded. Seeing that the door was partially open, the way you'd left it two hours ago. Eyes still on your phone, you tsk at how pathetic this employee was at his job.

"What happened?" You hear the heavy and deep voice you know too well.

You look over to the bed where you last remember leaving a sleeping Taehyung, yet the voice that resonated throughout the room wasn't coming from there. You avert your eyes to the room's walk-in closest where Taehyung stood. A white undershirt clung onto the upper half of his body, while a pair of black basketball shorts covered his lower half.

"Huh? Oh—uh—yeah, it was just something about work," you quickly say.

"Is everything alright?" He asks nonchalantly, turning around and walking out of the grand walk-in closet, it was nothing compared to the one in his room of course. This one was solely a spare to fit all the clothes he couldn't fit in his well organized closet.

Your eyes can't help but stare at his back muscles flexing as he closes the double doored closet.

"Oh yeah, just something about the deal with Samsung. Don't worry about it, I'll have it sorted out," you inform him, quite distracted by the view of his quite exposed upper body.

He hums in response, walking to the ensuite bathroom, drying his hair with a white towel.

"Slept well?" you ask after finally remembering why you were here in the first place. He lolls his head to you in confusion.

"It's almost two in the afternoon, Taehyung," you inform him.

Taehyung doesn't seem phased at the revelation, he knows he sleeps like a baby when you're with him. Well sometimes that is, most times he can't sleep a wink.

He turns his head back to you, "yeah, noticeably well," he states. And you can tell, he seems much less tired and stressed. "You?"

"Fairly well," you shrug. He knows you've always struggled with sleep, so he's content that you've gotten a decent amount of sleep.

You watch silently as he pats some of his moisturizer onto his face then runs his hand full of argan oil through his hair. "So, what're you up to today?" He asks casually, attempting to style his hair.

"Nothing much, really," you say from the place you're seated on the bed, "I finished up some work while you were sleeping." You finish as he gives up on his hair.

Once he's finished, he turns to face you, wanting to say something more, but he disregards it, alternatively, a small smile making way on his face as he notices your choice of clothing for the day. Despite the hot weather outdoors, the air conditioning was doing a pretty great job at fulfilling it's duty indoors, so you decided to wear Taehyung's white Calvin Klein hoodie—your favourite one. And of course a pair of your black shorts that weren't visible under the hoodie reaching your mid thigh. And the whiff of Taehyung's cologne was only one of the reasons why you loved stealing clothes from his closet every now and then. And you knew he loved it too.

Your eyes trail him as he doesn't bother to put on a t-shirt of any sort over the undervest, instead taking the white towel that he once used to dry his hair. and effortlessly draping it on the hook behind the bathroom door.

"What did you eat?" He asks, glancing at your direction. You don't answer knowing you were about to get told off by him just about now. And your silence gives him his answer.

"I asked you something," and this time it isn't in the soft playful voice he'd previously asked you the same question in.

"I wasn't hungry," you mumble, wanting to scoff at how much Taehyung treats you like a child. He doesn't say anything, rather using his 'CEO' face as you called it, jaw clenched, eyes giving a piercing stare. He much too often used this face when someone does something to his disliking, the one stone cold expression all his employees feared—not you though.

You almost snort, "gotta be a dumb one to think that's gonna work on me."

He looks away from you in frustration, taking a sharp breath, almost scoffing. "Why didn't you eat?"

"You were sleeping," you tell him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So?" He brings his gaze back on you, "you're free to do anything you please in my house Ms. Y/L/N, that is with or without my presence. I hope you are aware of that."

Imitating him, you decide to use your own professional voice. "I understand your concern Mr. Kim. However, I am very much aware of the fact," you respond.

"I was only waiting for you to wake up because I was going to make pancakes, and I know how much you love pancakes," you tell him, dropping the voice.

His expression softens and he walks towards you. "You're such a dumbass," he smiles, caressing your cheek as you look up at him with the doe eyes you loved giving him every once in a while.

"Come on now, don't give me those eyes," he chuckles, "let's get you something to eat." But you frown instead, teasing him further—or maybe you just loved it when he babies you.

But putting aside the verbal response you were expecting, he lets outs an exasperated sigh, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

"What the fuck, Kim Taehyung! Put me down!" You shout as he takes you downstairs. And of course, he doesn't listen to you, not even regarding your figure over his sturdy shoulder.

Finally coming to a halt in front of the kitchen island's bar stool, he places you in one of the gray chairs. You move the disheveled hair out of your face, glaring at the man before you with your infamous cat eyes.

"Fuck you Kim Taehyung," you scowl in a whisper, giving him the finger from under the island platform, careful not to give Ms. Lee who was cooking something in the kitchen is a show of your childish behaviour.

Taehyung who was trying to do the same, leans into your ear, "now, if that's something on your bucket list, I doubt I can help you."

"Real classy, Mr. Kim," you land him a punch on his shoulder.

He rubs his shoulder as though you've injured him immensely, you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"Easy there on the violence, Tiger," he teases with the nickname he's called you starting your high school days, mostly due to your violent behaviour when it came to him. "I already feel bad for your future spouse," he starts, walking into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of water, "I wonder how they're going to deal your annoying ass 24/7."

"Could say the same about you, Kim," you scoff, "I'm pretty sure that you're aware that your parents are wanting to get you married soon. I feel bad for that misfortunate person."

The sudden thought of your best friend's future as a husband almost has you snickering. You loved him, of course, but him being your best friend, he was an absolute pain in the ass. Although, with his parents already talking about getting him married soon, he's definitely going to have to drop the attitude. His ego was too large for his own good, which is why it surprised you that he hadn't already confronted his parents regarding the whole 'marriage' thing. But you knew Taehyung, he knew it was no good objecting because he didn't plan on getting into a serious relationship anytime soon either way. He was already too engrossed in work, it was best that he agreed with his parents for once and married a woman of their choice.

"Why are you laughing?" He asks, taking your amusement as an insult. Placing the cup of water next to you.

"Nothing," you snicker, "just the thought of you being a husband to someone is hilarious."

"And may I ask, how exactly is that amusing to you. For your information, I will be an amazing husband," he boasts.

"Oh yeah, definitely" you giggle.

He tilts his head, "oh, is that funny to you?"

"Very," you try to hold in your laughter as he nears you. But oh, he wasn't laughing anymore.

You slowly get off the chair, getting the hint that you were his morning—more like afternoon jog for the day. You take a run for behind the couch, but you're too slow for him, he grabs you by the waist, your back crashing against his chest.

"Gotta be faster than that, Tiger."

"Taehyung!" You yelp once his fingers dig through the fabric of his white hoodie, finding your tickle spot with perfection—and 28 years of practice.

"Taehyung!" Your squeals ring through the penthouse in between fits of laughter.

"Isn't that funny, huh?" Taehyung mocks you with the widest grin on his face.

"Taehyung!" You call out his name a last time, panting as his tickles come to a stop.

You turn around once you've caught your breath, looking at him with a menacing stare. "I thought I was about to spend my last few moments of life getting tickled by you," you say in disbelief, punching his arm as hard as you could, but clearly that seems to have no effect on him.

He lets out a hearty chuckle, but you're not having any of it. Frowning at him, you turn around and walk back to the kitchen island, glancing at Ms. Lee who'd been watching the two of you act like absolute children with a smile on her face.

You try not to look at Taehyung who was making his way to you. But you knew he'd never let you stay mad at him, even if it was just you being overly dramatic to have all of his attention to yourself.

"Y/N,' he calls your name at your back, you don't respond but you're already smiling. "Y/N," he calls again, but gets no response from you, so he turns the bar stool to face him, placing both his arms on the counter, trapping you. "Y/N," he starts again, trying to sound serious, but he can't help but smile after seeing your smiling face.

"You're so adorable," you say to him, caressing his cheek, the faint scent of aftershave lingering in the air between the two of you.

"Am I now?" He raises a brow. You nod. "The woman you marry, she's gonna be a lucky one," you smile.

"As for your future man," he looks in deep thought, "I need to approve of him first, because you deserve nothing but the best"

You almost laugh, you'd never thought of your marriage, the thought seemed absurd to you. "I don't plan on getting married anytime soon mister," you give him a look.

"Perfect," Taehyung exclaims. "That way I can bring my kids to your wedding and they can watch their aunt get married."

You feel something close of outrage and adoration at the sudden comment, but before you could say anything in response, Ms. Lee clearing her throat brings the two of you out of your world.

"The food's ready. I made Jjajangmyeon," she informs the two of you.

Taehyung gives her a polite smile, "thank you Ms. Lee."

The said woman bows and leaves, leaving you alone in Taehyung's company once again. He walks to the kitchen where two plates of Jjajangmyeon were placed. He brings both of them to the island where you were still sitting, waiting hungrily for food. He places the plate before you, insisting for you to eat.

"Do you have work?" Taehyung asks, taking a seat next to you with his plate of Jjajangmyeon.

"I did have some stuff I needed to finish up, but I finished it up for the most part, I might make a round at the company tomorrow to finish up some other things," you let him know.

He nods in understanding, "so for today?"

"Nothing much," you seem in thought at the lack of your plans for the day. "Oh yeah," you start as you remember the important event the two of you were to attend today. "We have to go Mom and Dad's house today, remember?"

You glance at Taehyung who seemed to be trying to pull out the specific event out of memory through the course of his overly hectic schedule.

"Right, right, that dinner she told us about two weeks ago," Taehyung finally seems to remember.

You hum in response, "Jimin's also coming." And it seems that Taehyung seems to have a more vivid memory of being informed of the event. Although you couldn't help but think there was a catch to this. It was very common for your families to have family dinners like this, but the one thing that seemed sceptical to you was the utter happiness in your mother's voice when she'd informed you of how important your attendance was this time. Jimin had been talking about settling down lately, could it be something about his marriage?

"Y/N?" Taehyung calls out, cutting off your train of thought.

"Huh?"

"I called your name about five times? Are you okay?" Taehyung asks, giving you a concerned look. He knows you've been feeling a little uneasy lately, and you hate that he can read you so easily.

You sigh, "I don't know, Ryuna's coming back and they're probably going to talk about Jimin's marriage today. I know what Ryuna did was wrong, she shouldn't have done that to him, but I can't help but hope things would work out between them."

You can tell Taehyung feels bad and he understands what you're feeling but he wants to be honest with you.

"Y/N, I know how you feel. I've seen them together with my own eyes, but you can't expect her to come back and everything to go back to normal. I know Jimin loves her but I know him the best, he's never going to go back to her—for her own good. He loves her too much to have her come back to him and leave everything she's achieved in the past two years just like that. He's never going to do that."

"I know," you say softly.

Another silence spreads between the two of you where you eat blankly and Taehyung spares you glances.

"Do you think what she did was wrong?" You finally decide to ask.

Taehyung doesn't take a moment to hesitate with his answer, "no." And he wasn't answering with a 'no' to keep you happy, he meant it. "And I know Jimin feels the same. If she stayed here, neglecting her dreams to keep your parents, grandparents happy—to keep Jimin happy, she's just as much in the wrong as everybody else is right now," he tells you, "if I was in her place, I would've done the same." At Taehyung's words, you feel a little better about everything. Though you still felt grief for the once-couple, you decided to leave it aside.

Perhaps they're meant to be in another life.

"Taehyung, get up," you whine, trying to pull an asleep Taehyung off the couch.

The weather seemed to have had a change of plans, and the beautiful sunny weather no longer seemed to linger through the summer skies after the clock neared two in the afternoon.

Gray clouds formed in the sky and it began raining before you could say 'pool'. And so, you and Taehyung—who had initially decided to have a pool day in his pool, decided to call off the plan and instead cuddle on the couch while watching a movie on Netflix and have wine.

You weren't so sure about the 'watching movie' part of the newly made plan—but Taehyung's part of the plan definitely worked out. Laying your head on Taehyung's chest while a blanket draped over the two of you and sipping wine—it was quite enjoyable you had to say.

It was after the wine that both your giggles resounded throughout the house as the two of you played endlessly under the whiteness of the covers, eventually putting both of you to sleep comfortably in each other's embrace.

It was a much needed nap you had to say, but didn't last long enough for your liking. Your mother just had to call when you were getting to the good part of your afternoon dreams.

You had hastily pulled yourself away from Taehyung's grasp over your waist, he was sleeping as though he hadn't just woken up three hours ago.

"Yes mom?" You say politely over the phone to greet your mother, trying to hide the rasp in your voice.

"I'm sorry, were you sleeping? Did I wake you?" She asks in her concerned mother voice.

"No, no mom," you laugh, "I was about to wake up anyways, we have to leave soon," you look at the time it was already 4:15.

"We?" She asks with curiosity, "is Taehyung with you?"

Well shit. You may have just screwed up.

"Uh—yeah, I'm at his apartment, I came home with him last night, he picked me up from work," you tell her, attempting to sound casual, but you knew very well that your mother had a mind of her own. She was only going to hear the parts she wanted to.

"Oh alright. Where is he? I need to speak with him," she asks nonchalantly.

"He's sleeping. Was it anything important, I was about to wake him up anyways," you say quickly, trying to sound as relaxed as you could sound.

Your mother's silent for a moment, probably connecting one and one and making things seem the way they clearly were not, but you could see why they could possibly seem that way.

"Right," your mother speaks, clearing her throat. You could hear the hint of amusement in her voice already.

'Kim Taehyung, I am going to kill you.' You knew the said man had nothing to do with the situation, but his involvement made the situation worse. Hence, blaming everything on him seemed the most appropriate.

"It wasn't anything important. I just wanted to remind him about the dinner tonight, but I'm hoping you can pass on the message to him," she says to you.

"Oh yeah, don't worry. We'll be there on time," you reassure her.

"Okay." she laughs a little, "I'll leave you two to it."

Your eyes widen, "mom! We're not—we—there's nothing like that between us."

"Y/N," you hear Taehyung's raspy bed voice from beside you—most probably disturbed by your loud voice as you spoke to your mother, his grip around your waist tightening.

"Mom, he's my best friend, nothing more and nothing less, okay?" You try to convince her, but if she was unconvinced then, she was even more—so now after hearing Taehyung's voice calling out your name in such a way.

God, you were about to strangle this man.

"I'll take your word for it," she says, completely unconvinced, "don't be late, your father's waiting."

"Okay," you respond with a sulk in your voice.

And that leads you to attempting to pull an asleep Taehyung off the couch.

"Kim Taehyung." you say sternly, using the sternest voice you could muster up. You watch as his eyes flutter open. And that's all you needed to go off on him.

"How much stupider can you get," you curse, chucking a pillow at his head which he unfortunately ducks.

"What the hell did I do now?" He looks at you with utter confusion.

"My mother thinks we're fucking—or worse, dating," you tell him, feeling disgust at the sentence itself.

"Can't imagine why," he mumbles under his breath looking at the current position the two of you were currently in.

You smack the side of his head, earning a grunt from him which has you smiling proudly in victory.

"It's not funny" you say through gritted teeth.

"Right, right," he brushes it off, "so now care to explain how this is my fault."

"I had her convinced until you said my name like that. Now she thinks there's something going on between us," you explain.

"Me saying your name like that has her thinking we're fucking?" He says in outrage, "that isn't even close to anything sexual," he scoffs. "See, now if I did something like this," he starts, leaning down to your ear sensually. You take a breath and lick your lips, quickly pushing him off you before his 'demonstration' could escalade. You see him chuckling at your fluttered state as you get off the couch.

Your eyes divert to another pillow lying on the couch. You pick it up and throw it at him, he catches it before it lands on his face. "Do me a favour and get dressed, we're leaving in thirty."

It was the last thing you uttered to him before marching upstairs.

The moment you're standing outside your parent's estate—with Taehyung to your right in jeans and a black button up tucked into the jeans, the sleeves rolled up and the first three buttons of the shirt undone, giving you a glimpse of the honey tanned, toned chest, you can't help but feel slightly nervous. You couldn't tell if it was because you hadn't seen everyone in a while.

The two of you had gotten the idea that this family dinner was a lot different than the family dinners that had been arranged in the past, which is why you'd decided to go for something a little for formal and conservative than you usually would for one of these dinners; a white silk shirt tucked into black jeggings.

You hear some shuffling behind the closed doors once ringing the doorbell.

The oak wood, double doored doors swung open to reveal Jimin standing in all his glory; a royal blue silk dress shirt covering his upper body. Similarly to Taehyung, the shirt was tucked into his jeans and the sleeves rolled up—the sight could be quite the distraction as the shirt's sleeves hugged his bicep's every curve.

"Took you two a while," he says, mischief glinting through his eyes. "Rumor has it you two are dating."

"Oh please," you roll your eyes, helping yourself into the house. "There's nothing of that sort going on."

He hums in response and Taehyung follows your lead into the house.

"I'll take your word for it."

"Please shut up, you sound like mom," you say in disgust, immediately changing the topic. "Anyways, what's all this about?" You refer to the dinner.

You notice the way Jimin tenses a little, "I—well, I'm engaged."

You freeze, and you see the way Taehyung does too. "You're what?" Taehyung questions before you could.

"I'm engaged," Jimin says again.

"You're joking," Taehyung almost laughs, convinced this is a prank.

"I'm not," Jimin says, looking away.

You didn't want to interfere in a conversation between two brothers, but you had too many questions. "When did this happen? And why are we just finding out about this?"

"Last week," he says, unable to make eye contact with either of you. "I didn't want to tell you just yet."

"Were you waiting for us to find out through someone else? Are you crazy?" You almost yell, feeling betrayed by the man standing before you

"I didn't want everyone to tell you today and you two having no idea what was going on so—"

"So you're telling us now?" Taehyung interrupts, he can hear the rage in his voice.

"Yes, that's exactly why," Jimin responds with equally as much rage in his voice as Taehyung, You had no idea why Jimin was angry, but he seemed more pissed at himself more than anything.

"Is this why you broke up with Kiana?" You interrogate.

"No—"

Jimin starts, but he's cut off by a feminine voice, "Jimin, mom sent you to open the door, what's taking so long?"

You turn to face the familiar voice, "Jihyo?" You call out, pulling her into an embrace. "When did you come back?"

"This morning," she chirps.

"You didn't even tell me your sister's back, hyung? What else are you hiding from us, a child?" Taehyung says in disbelief.

"Well, I may have told him not to tell you guys," she says, pulling Taehyung into a hug, which he accepts with a smile. "I wanted it to be a surprise. But as for the whole engagement thing, he didn't tell me either," she scoffs, glaring at her brother.

"Well at least we weren't the only ones put in the dark," you spat.

"Tell me about it, I came back to find out my brother's engaged, he didn't even bother to tell me," she tells you. "Anyways, we should go before someone comes looking for us."

You all follow Jihyo into the great room where you see Jimin's mother, Taehyung's mother, your mother, and both your grandmothers seated, all engrossed in a conversation they seemed to be enjoying. They all look pleased at the sight of you and Taehyung.

"God, you guys took forever," Taehyung's mother, who you often refer to as 'ma' says. Pulling you into a hug, "I haven't seen you in weeks, where have you been dear?"

"I've just been busy, you know how it is at the company," you respond with a smile

"Ah of course, always working hard," she looks at you with love and adoration, she's always looking at you as if you were her own daughter. "If only my good- for-nothing son could learn something from you," she says, hitting the back of Taehyung's head.

"Ow, mom," he exclaims, "I work just as hard Y/N," he scoffs.

"It's true," you shrug, you've seen it with your own eyes, why would you lie.

"See, Y/N's the only one who loves me here," he grins, coming to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on top of yours.

Everyone in the room had their eyes on you, but neither of you seemed to care—too lost in your own world. But you were pretty sure everyone would've gotten used to the physical affection between you two by now.

"Yeah, right," you roll your eyes.

Taehyung's mother, who was fondly looking at both of you, finally looks away.

"Jimin-ah, why don't you and Taehyung go to the other room," she tells Jimin.

"Your grandfather's been waiting for your arrival," she informs Taehyung.

He nods, letting go of you, you already feel an empty presence behind you as he detaches himself from you

"Don't drink too much," he whispers in your ear once noticing the bottles of soju placed on the coffee table, reminding you of yesterday's adventures at the club.

You smack his chest, not caring if everyone was watching you, let alone his own mother, "Fuck off," you say in the same low tone he'd spoken to you in.

"Are you sure?" He says, glancing down subtly at his crotch as your eyes follow his line of vision.

"You're so gross." you spat, though you can't help but smile at his antics.

Pushing his larger figure over to Jimin, who gladly walks the man out of the room. And you would've almost missed the lazy grin that Taehyung gave in your direction once turning around, but your eyes were already glued to him how could you have missed it?

You smile back at him, shaking your head in disbelief at how child-like a grown man looking like him could act.

Turning your attention away from Taehyung once the cousin duo had walked out of the room, you turned your attention back to the ladies in the room who you were now stuck with until dinner would be served. Aside from Jihyo, who you were anticipating a long conversation with about how her studies went in Japan, the rest of the hour already seemed like a pain to you.

Insanely enough, you missed Taehyung's company already.

"Yeah, and then she ended up marrying her boyfriend," Jimin's mother says in outrage. "Can you believe that? Her fiancé was perfect, but she left him for her boyfriend!"

It'd been over an hour, and you were beyond bored. You'd been listening to god knows what gossip for the past you didn't even know how long.

"And then what, mom? What did her parents say?" Jihyo asks her mother eagerly, she seemed to be enjoying this too much.

"You're having a little too much fun huh?" Jimin's mother says, giving her daughter a look.

"Yeah, well, I'm just trying to know for research purposes. What if the same happens to Jimin? Or whenever Taehyung gets engaged," she makes up the lamest excuse you've ever heard.

"Don't you worry about them," Taehyung's mother says, "Jimin's fiancée's an angel. And as for Taehyung, I already have someone in mind for him, don't worry about him."

As the thoughts swim through your head, Jimin and Taehyung appear at the door. "Dinner's ready," Jimin announces, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.

A sigh of relief washes over you at the thought of getting out of this, and also at the familiar sight of Taehyung.

You quickly get out of your seat and walk up to Taehyung, "I almost died of boredom. I swear even board meetings aren't this boring," you exaggerate.

"Oh yeah, and I was having so much fun back there," he retorts, not missing a moment to jab at you. "I'd rather have just continued whatever we left off with at home."

Heat rushes to your cheeks thinking of what you'd left off at home. But surely he was talking about the incomplete movie—the movie you'd fallen asleep halfway through.

You see Jimin giving both of you a look, "so the rumours are true then?"

"Oh shut up, he was talking about the movie we were watching," you give him a little punch on his bicep.

"Anyways," you address Taehyung once again, "it can't have been worse than whatever they were talking about here," you scoff. "She was having too much fun," you point at Jihyo who now stood next to you.

"What? It was entertaining," she shrugs. "And besides, I got information out of them, aunty has everything ready." she tells Taehyung, "you're the next victim. She says she has someone in mind for you already."

Taehyung almost groans, "they just have too much fun with this, huh?"

"It's okay, she'll divorce you in less than a year. No one can stand your annoying ass anyways," you say nonchalantly.

"You can," he replies, giving you a smug look.

"Unfortunately, I hold that power. But to your misfortune, I'm not the one you're getting married to, am I, Kim?" You retort, giving him a look.

"I can change that," he says to you, shamelessly.

"Get a room, you two," Jihyo says with raised brows. "Have they always been like this or did I miss something while I was gone?" She asks her brother.

To which he responds with a look of question himself, "a little bit of both I guess."

"Shut up," you say to both of them, trying not to seem affected by Taehyung's comment.

"It was a little joke, baby sis," Taehyung says to Jihyo, "learn to take a joke, you two," he rolls his eyes.

"Thought you said dinner's ready," you remind the three of them, taking a lead in walking to the dining hall.

Finally being alone, you let Taehyung's words sink in. 'I can change that'. What an unabashed man, he really couldn't go a minute without teasing you, huh? You really can't even imagine what could've gone through his mind to make such a remark, but you decide to push it to the back of your mind.

"Why so stuck up all the time?" You hear Taehyung's voice say from beside you as he bumps your shoulder with his.

"Me?" Your eyes widen, "I'm stuck up all the time?" You almost laugh. "You've been joking around a little too much nowadays, mister."

"Someone's gotta have a sense of humour around here," he says matter-of-factly as you approach the dining hall where everyone appeared to be taking their seats. You see an empty chair at the side of the glass table where you take a seat.

"Taehyung-ah, why don't you take a seat next to Y/N?" Taehyung's father insists.

Taehyung gladly accepts the invitation. Prompting himself next to you, he gives you a small smile, which you return with a devilish one, taking the opportunity to pinch his thigh.

But your attempt is failed since you could barely make it past the thick fabric of the jeans. Now it was Taehyung's turn to give you a devilish smile.

"You've really got to get better than that, tiger. You've stayed in my company for this long, is this what I've taught you?" He ridicules you.

"You always catch me at my worst, Taehyung," your face displaying a sour expression.

"What happened?" Taehyung's mother asks, concerned at seeing you sulking.

"Nothing ma, your son just loves to bully me," you tell her nonchalantly.

She sighs, "you two are never going to grow up, are you?"

"Don't plan on it in the long term, nope," Taehyung responds.

You take this opportunity to, this time, nip at Taehyung's forearm from under the table. Hoping to get a reaction out of him, but to your misfortune, he doesn't budge.

"Careful there kitten, wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of me," Taehyung says into your ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it, you respond, looking up at him with a testing smile.

"Shall we get started then?" Your grandfather announces.

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