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jkstompers · 2 years

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good girls go bad | kth 3

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader

genre: friends to ... really close friends, “bad boy”/fuckboy!taehyung, preppy (no longer trying to be someone else)!oc, silent confirmation of feelings <3

warnings for this part: 18+!, explicit language, kissing, dry humping, lots of alcohol consumption, frat parties, some slutshaming :( (spoiler alert josh is a fucking sleezeball), oc throws up, oc hasn’t had sex in a while, thigh riding, hair pulling, fingering, edging, begging, big dick!tae, multiple orgasms, protected sex, cum-eating, aftercare <3

word count: 18k

author’s note: hello! welcome to the last part of gggb! ヾ(o˃‿˂o)ｼ i hope you all have enjoyed it so far! please let me know what you think! i think i’ll be releasing the drabbles about them soon! so please let me know if you are interested in those as well! thank you all for reading! ˆ̑՝̮ˆ̑❤︎ enjoy!!!!!! ( ˆ͈̑꒳ˆ͈̑ )੭♡

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“why did you need to come early today?” you asked, letting taehyung in after his call you received five minutes ago, telling you that he was gonna be there early because the two of you needed to do something.

“the party were going to tonight is a themed party, it’s a couple outfit thing.” taehyung explains, plopping down onto your couch.

you nod, getting it. “couple outfit? so you like match?”

“yeah.” he says, playing with the red tie around his neck that is not tied correctly.

“do you know what josh is wearing? should i match him?” you asked, keeping up appearances so that taehyung doesn’t catch on to the fact that you’re beginning to think that you’re catching feelings for him.

“uh— here’s the plan actually.” taehyung leans forward and rests his elbows on his thighs. “you’re going to match with me, he already thinks that we have a thing since we’ve been seen together at almost every party and then— if everything goes to plan— he’ll get even more jealous, take the hint, and finally come up and make an actual move on you.”

“ah, you’re right!” you tell him, messing up his already messed up hair. “you’re great at this, ever thought about opening up a wingman business?”

“that’s gross.” taehyung laughs, fixing his disheveled hair. “i’m only doing this for you because i feel bad for you.”

“whatever.” you rolled your eyes. “so what’s the theme we’re going for?”

taehyung smirks, playing with his tie. “preppy kids.”

you look him up and down, you should have known better when taehyung walked in with light brown khaki pants, a white button up shirt, and a plaid red tie. kim taehyung wouldn’t wear that, not if he had a choice. “this is preppy to you?” you snorted.

“now it’s your turn to critique my style, huh?” he smirks, standing from the couch and moving to your room. “so what’s the outfit today?”

he immediately goes to your closet, sifting through the hangers to find something that would fit the theme. taehyung’s grown comfortable enough to know that you wouldn’t reprimand him if he just looked through your closet, especially since that’s what he’s been doing lately to help you with your outfits. but since this theme is right up your alley, you pull him away from your closet and make him sit down on your desk chair.

“sit back and watch a pro do it, kim.” you press a finger into his chest.

“you gotta match, remember.” he tells you, lifting his tie once more and waving it in the air.

you give him a thumbs up. “i’ve got the perfect plaid red skirt for that.”

after about ten minutes rummaging in your closet for the red skirt you were thinking about, you got it on. you had your full outfit and did a whole 360 twirl for taehyung. see, this was your strong point. preppy— whatever they call it, you love it! and you look good in it.

“what do you think?” you smiled, twirling around.

if taehyung was honest— you looked fucking hot.

white knee socks, red plaid skirt that was a little shorter than usual (apparently you haven’t worn it in a couple of years), white button up that's only buttoned enough to barely cover your tits, and then a black cardigan that rests perfectly against your white button up.

“cute,” is all he says. despite way too many thoughts running through his mind. your confidence is obvious right now, from the way you’re looking at him and the way you carry yourself in general— this was up your alley, and that’s exactly why taehyung chose it.

you gasp, “oh my god? is that a compliment from the fashion icon, kim taehyung?”

“this is your specialty, right?” he says, spinning your chair to and fro. “you know better than anyone how good you look.”

you gulp at the compliment, your cheeks immediately turning pink. “thank you.” you smiled.

after that, he stands up from your swivel chair and plops onto your bed, letting you take your time to put your makeup on at your vanity but reminding you that you had to leave in about thirty minutes. you keep that in mind as your hands work their magic, muscle memory working for you as you apply your regular makeup. just as you’re about to apply your pink lipgloss, for some reason— you’re thinking about kissing. what if lip gloss is too sticky? will they care? what if you make out with josh tonight? oh, god— you don’t even know how to make out with someone.

kissing someone is probably the last thing you should be thinking about right now, you’re not even sure josh is gonna talk to you tonight. it’s hard not to think about it though, especially when you’ve been wondering for about five years to know what it’s like to kiss that person. so you decide lip gloss is fine tonight. while you’re applying the sticky substance to your lips, you wonder out loud, “is making out with someone awkward? does lip gloss add onto the awkward-ness?”

“what?” taehyung snorts. “you’ve never done it?”

you’re silent as you screw the cap back onto your gloss. the silence was enough of an answer.

taehyung really can’t believe it. he knows you aren’t a virgin, the two of you have had this talk already— so why don’t you know what it’s like to make out with someone? “are you serious? you lost your virginity without making out with someone?”

“well… yeah, we kissed but i don’t think it counts as a make out?” you answered, turning in your chair so you could face him. “it was nothing like what they do in porn or like in movies.”

“explain it to me, was it a pucker kiss?“ he asks, sitting up. “or was it like—” he puckers his lips with his mouth slightly open, “— was it wet?”

“no,” you shake your head. “it was like multiple—“ you smooch quickly, showing taehyung what you remember from your disaster of the scene that was the loss of your virginity.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” taehyung exasperates. running his hands over his face. “how are you gonna make out with josh without humiliating yourself?!”

“i don’t know!” you flushed, your face turning bright red.

another silence takes over, neither of you exactly knowing what to say after that. and there’s a thought in your mind that won’t shut up. you’re curious and taehyung knows when you’re holding something back. you look like a pot that’s about to boil over. so you decide to speak up. “can you teach me how?”

you almost regret it immediately after you suggested it.

taehyung jerks his head towards you, eyebrows furrowed and everything. “teach you how to make out?”

you nod innocently, “yeah— i mean only if you want.”

taehyung acts like it would be a nuisance, but really, he’s curious as to how your lips would feel against his. he wonders if you can see right through him when he asks, “you’re kidding, right?”

but in the way that you blush and break eye contact with him, he knows that you’re as nervous as he is right now. “i am if you don’t want to.”

“you so, so owe me.” he ends the inner fight within himself. he kisses girls all the time, so this should be a piece of cake. it’s just you. it’s you. “turn your head towards me and close your eyes.”

you turn your body towards him instead of just your head, thinking it’ll be more comfortable. sitting still, you close your eyes and wait for taehyung to make a move. but after a minute, nothing happened. so you open your right eye slightly, watching as taehyung smiles and laughs quietly in front of you. he just couldn’t help it. you just looked so cute.

opening your eyes, you unpucker your lips and reprimand him. “hey!” you laughed, shoving his shoulder slightly.

“sorry,” he smiles. “i’ll do it now.”

backing away slightly, laughing nervously. “you know what? i was just kidding—!”

“shut up.” he says before his lips plant themselves onto yours.

his lips are soft. that’s the first thing you can think about. he’s warm and gentle. not like how they make out in movies, that super intense makeout? no, this wasn't that— or at least, it wasn’t that yet. but for now, his plush lips fit against yours in a way that makes your heart flutter.

“start slow, just a lot of simple pecks.” taehyung pulls away slightly to say, you keep your eyes squeezed shut. your lips are in a tight pucker and it’s just so obvious that you haven’t done this before. “need you to relax,” taehyung laughs. pulling back a little further and watching as your face gently unfurls. you open your eyes to see the mesmerizing being that is kim taehyung in front of you. “just go with the flow,” he prompts.

you nod, eager to get it right and earn a compliment from him. you push back onto him, taking both you and him by surprise. pressing too hard and kissing too fast, taehyung can only laugh against your lips before he pulls back. “slower?” you asked, blinking at him.

he nods, “a lot slower.”

this time you let him take charge, his lips gently slot against yours. you try to relax against him, try to make sure you don’t get too tight. you just tried not to think too much about it, tried to forget that you’re you and that the lips pressed against yours are taehyung’s. so his lips move against yours, one kiss turning into three, then three turns into the two of you finding a nice pace.

the kisses felt so nice. you haven’t kissed someone in so long, and you’ve never been kissed this well, this thoughtfully. an involuntary noise comes out of your throat, it sounded like a whimper. you were embarrassed for two seconds until you felt taehyung’s hand on your cheek, tugging you in closer. multiple kisses lead to his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, ever so gently.

“as for lip gloss,” he speaks against your lips. you pull back slightly and feel the sticky gloss try to keep your lips together. taehyung doesn’t let you get too far though, only letting you pull back enough to provide space for his finger to run against your bottom lip. “i don’t mind it.” he says, smearing the gloss, “but that’s just me.”

before letting his hand move, you let your tongue jut out. his gloss covered thumb running against it for a second, surprising him. once he got the hint, he decided to go all in. dipping his thumb into your mouth as you wrap your lips around the digit. the look on his face and the noise he let out was all the more reason that you felt the fire ignite inside of you once more.

“i bet josh would love that.” taehyung tells you, pulling you back in and resuming the kiss. with another involuntary noise leaving your lips, you allow him to explore. after that, it’s like going with the flow. taehyung eases you into each and every step slowly, never rushing. even though you don’t know exactly how to go about things, you don’t feel pressured to be perfect in this.

you blame the comfortability for the way that you crawl over his lap. your body seemingly magnetized to him. not even realizing what you were doing until you felt his thighs under yours when you sat down, that’s when he pulled away ever so slightly. his eyes gazing directly into yours as he asks for permission— reassurance that this was okay.

a curt nod is the only thing you can give him because you’re back onto his lips within that second. you can feel him smile against your lips. your arms wrap around his neck and he selfishly takes it all, the way that your fingers start to run through his hair and the way that you’re ever so slightly rubbing yourself against him. he basks in the misplaced love. his head spinning as he realizes kissing you is way better than he imagined.

you disconnect from him, your voice snapping him out of the trance he was in. “is it—“ you gasp against his lips, “is it supposed to feel this good?”

taehyung inches further away, your sticky lips separating from his as he nods. “if you like it, yeah.”

you look him in the eye, you can’t get enough of him. “am i doing okay?”

“you’re doing good,” he praises. somehow his deep voice knocks the out of your lungs, the feeling in your stomach feels familiar.

but as soon as that feeling hits you, the pang of guilt hits taehyung. knowing that your feelings are being misplaced because you’re thinking of another guy while you’re kissing him for practice. taehyung’s falling in love, meanwhile you’re getting further away. at least, that’s what taehyung thinks.

so he pushes himself away before this could get any further than it was. “i think that’s— this is enough,” he says.

“right—“ you nod, pulling yourself off of him quickly. “right.”

it’s embarrassing how into that you were. taehyung is a gorgeous guy, great person to talk to, and he’s an amazing kisser. is there anything that this man can’t do? crap, gotta add that to the list too.

reasons that people (…maybe me) would fall in love with kim taehyung:

is courteous

opened the car door for me :)

gives girls rides home when their plan to woo a guy goes awol

gives people shelter in the cold when their heart needs protecting from dumb actions

he let me stay in his car instead of waiting out in the cold when i was being sad about josh.

is a photography prodigy

i was looking through his instagram. it’s like a photography blog’s goldmine. landscape shots, portrait shots of his friends, in b&w, some look like they’re taken on film, it just had a mix of everything.

has a pretty smile.

is that a weird thing to note? his teeth are like, perfect and his smile makes me feel… i don’t know… weird. i think someone could fall in love at the sight of his smile.

is a great dancer, and a great dance teacher(?)

i’ve never danced with someone at a party before, he taught me how to properly dance with someone without making me feel uncomfortable :)

is courteous pt. 2!

held all my bags for me while we were shopping and basically paid for the entire mall trip.

tries to cheer people up when they’re down

he suggested to get ice cream after a particularly heavy talk we had in the car. for some reason it made my heart lurch. it was really sweet.

he makes me feel beautiful.

i think he likes it when i smile. that makes me feel like the prettiest girl in the world.

is a sweet, gentle kisser.

we kissed and i think that was the closest i’ve ever felt to what others would say is a high. drugs aren’t my thing but if it feels like that? then i understand why. i want to kiss him again. and again. and again. i understand now.

it’s safe to say you looked a bit of a mess, your lipgloss is equally distributed amongst both yours and taehyung’s lips and your hair is unruly in some parts. after wiping off your lipgloss with his thumb, he licks his lips and tastes the slight flavor of strawberry. of course, it wouldn’t be cherry.

meanwhile, you’re sitting still. still in shock of what just ensued. “earth to ___?” taehyung snaps you out of your trance.

“yes?” you perked up.

“i asked if we’re still good…?”

“like if we’re still friends?”

taehyung shrugs, “yeah.”

“of course!” you nod frantically, “wait, we are, right?”

“yeah,” he chuckles. “we’re fine.”

“okay,” you sighed in relief. “should we go now?”

taehyung laughs. pointing to your lips, both of you sporting very shiny and sticky lips. “should we get cleaned up first?”

“oh, yeah, totally.” you laughed, touching your lips mindlessly. remembering how taehyung felt against them.

while taehyung washes up in the bathroom, you move to your room and reapply your makeup properly. the two of you reconvene in the hallway, “ready now?” you asked.

a few parts of hair hang in front of your face, it looks out of place compared to the rest of your hair which is down and pinned. so as taehyung answers your question with a nod, he does you a favor as well. tucking the stray hairs behind your ear. you can spot a small smile on his face when he says, “there, perfect, now we can go.”

you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. the thump of the organ so dramatically pulsing against your ribs. it made it feel like it was rising into your throat. so you couldn’t say anything.

with the awkward silence passing by, taehyung clears his throat and the two of you move through the living room and to the front door. leaving your apartment to get to the party of the semester.

the two of you make it to the party in almost perfect timing— by the time you get there, everyone else starts arriving as well.

the two of you greet a couple friends— taehyung’s friends, nayeon and seolhyun, seunghee, even junghwa and her boyfriend! it seemed like everyone came out to play tonight.

“lookin’ fuckin’ bangin’, baby!” nayeon shouts as she makes her way towards you. eyeing yours and taehyung’s matching outfits as she raises her eyebrows to you. “so what’s the plan tonight? should i expect you to leave with me tonight? or…?” she smirks.

you shrugged, “we’ll see where the night takes us!” with a smile, nayeon tells you to just relax and have fun. you try your best to shake off this weird feeling, one that makes you want to get closer and closer to taehyung despite being here for josh.

in your bout of thinking, taehyung’s already made it a few steps in front of you. he realizes that you’re doing the thing again, thinking way too hard. so he snaps you out of it, asking, “wanna dance?”

you gulped. “yeah! why not?” you laughed nervously. “can we take a shot first?”

taehyung laughs, nodding as he leads you to the alcohol counter. which once again, you find jimin and the rest of taehyung's friends at. “there she is!” jimin hollers, “and she’s lookin’ fuckin’ good!”

a slight blush rushes over your face but you remember what taehyung told you. it’s about confidence. a little twirl and a wink goes a long way, you even see taehyung raise his brows in disbelief. “i am looking cute tonight, aren’t i?”

“hell yeah!” jimin smiles, handing you a shot. “bottoms up, pretty girl!”

downing the shot, you always, always forget a chaser. you could say you were hardcore, if you didn’t always pull a face after you drink. taehyung only laughs as he hands you a can of coke to sip. “one more?” taehyung asks.

you shake your head, not wanting to willingly take another shot. one shot was enough for your confidence booster anyway. “let’s dance now!” you tell him, pulling him to the floor where sweaty bodies were grinding against each other.

“you remember what to do?” taehyung asks even though this isn’t your first rodeo.

“of course, i do!” you shout, feeling the rhythm and just having fun. the upbeat edm song ends and the dj expertly transitions it into an upbeat sensual song, one that you’re able to sway your hips to.

“guess my dance lessons worked then.” he smirks behind you, easily following your moves as you feel the rhythm. you could feel your confidence seeping out of you.

“yeah? i’m the best dancer now, right?” you smiled as you turned towards him, giving him those eyes that he taught you to use.

you can see the way that he licks his lips as he makes that prolonged eye contact with you. “i wouldn’t say that…” he chuckles lowly.

taehyung’s hands try to be as courteous as they can be, only ever slightly touching your body to maintain the— or moreso, the lack of— distance between your bodies.

every now and then, you can feel him gently tug your skirt down, knowing that it rides up every few moves. his hands were just so close to sensitive areas. you couldn’t help being in heat— it’s fucking kim taehyung, for fucks sake! the tension between the two of you is so thick, the heat your bodies are swapping is almost too intimate for a party dance floor. you’re not sure if you want it to end.

but sadly enough, the song ends and in order to maintain this only friends and business partners type relationship, the two of you pull away. with just enough time for a certain someone to sweep in and distract you from where you actually want to be.

you can see the familiar build walking up to you from a few feet away, “___? can i steal you for a sec?” josh comes up to you. taehyung’s eyes focus on him and the way his eyes are fixed on your tits. taehyung’s no better, but he can’t make it less obvious? it makes him cringe.

but you look at him, changing taehyung’s gaze from josh to you. he feels better, your face is like a cleanser— he completely forgot about the cheeseball right next to you. your eyebrows are raised and you’re asking him what you should do.

of course, taehyung pushes you to him. telling you to talk to him through his body language. but just as you’re walking away, he pulls your arm gently and whispers in your ear, “good luck, remember what i taught you.”

you nod, giving him a smile as you disappear in the sea of people. the two of you make it through the crowd and into a less crowded room. there’s still people and it’s still a little loud from the walls being way too thin and the bass coming through, but it’s not as chaotic as the rest of the house.

he leans against the wall since there were no places to sit and he takes told of your hand. gently stroking it as he starts to talk. “you look nice.” he tells you as he pulls you a little closer.

despite your confusing feelings, you still blush, feeling something similar to what you felt with taehyung earlier, but it didn’t feel as big. which is so fucking weird. this is the guy you’ve been crushing and chasing after for the longest time— yet, the butterflies aren’t the same as they were with taehyung.

“thank you.” you tell him, smiling ever so slightly to produce that seductive look. taking taehyung’s advice seriously.

“reverting back to the old you, huh? you brought out the outfit and everything?” josh teases, toying with the hem of your skirt.

you laughed, “just for tonight, it’s cute, right?”

he scrunches his nose, “you looked hotter in that instagram post— the one where you’re wearing those shorts,” he pushes closer to you and gently touches your thigh. “and that tank top.”

you hated that post.

you tried not to think of it too much. but you really hated how you looked in that post. it didn’t feel like you. more like a doll of you that you dressed up and posed. you hated it.

but you tried to smile and continue the conversation. “really?”

“yeah, but you’re still hot.” he shrugged, trying to pull you even closer. you were already close enough to be touching, any closer than you’d basically be grinding up on him. which is obviously what he probably wants.

“thanks.” you tried to say it nicely, but there was a little bit of a scoff that came out once you said it.

josh licks his lips, “can i kiss you, baby?”

you can’t help but cringe a little bit when he calls you that nickname. but you’ve been waiting for this moment since you were fifteen. there was no way you were turning this down. your confusing feelings be damned! you swear after this kiss maybe everything will change back to how it was! before kim taehyung came and shifted things for you. before you realized all the red flags. before everything!

“okay,” you nodded, leaning closer in. your lips finally connecting.

the first thing that you notice is that it was so cold. you couldn’t even tell if he was kissing you or if he made you look stupid and you ended up kissing the wall. but lo and behold, when you open your eye a bit to check, he’s there, smushed up against your face. but why was it so cold? maybe he was drinking something cold before. you don’t know, but it just felt weird. his lips feel freezing. like they’re not supposed to be against yours. like sandpaper or something. it just doesn’t feel right. then he tried to stick his tongue in, without even waiting a couple seconds for the first kiss to settle in, he did it immediately. it was gross. if you were being honest. when taehyung did it, it was slow, sensual, and he was patient. now, when josh tries it, it just feels rushed, too much at one time.

so you pull away.

it didn’t change anything.

josh smirks to himself, biting his lip as he asks. “so wanna get out of here?”

he’s starting to get on your last nerve at this point. but you do your best to entertain him, this entire thing is starting to turn you off. “to do what? like hang out?” you asked.

his greasy smirk still painted on his lips, “yeah, if you know what i mean.”

you try to resist rolling your eyes. you have a bad feeling about this, so you try to turn him down gently. “my friends might get worried.” you make an excuse, taking out your phone and pretending to check your texts, when in actuality, you’re sending an sos to taehyung.

[12:01 am] you: sos taehyung

[12:01 am] you: interrupt our conversation

[12:02 am] you: i’m uncomfy

“i’m sure they won’t mind.” he steps closer.

“i’m sure they will!” you pulled back.

taehyung saw your texts immediately, standing up and pulling seunghee with him. telling her the plan in record time as the two of them find you and josh standing in the kitchen. taehyung can see you look uncomfortable, your arms are wrapped around your waist and your legs are twisted. “hey, pretty girl.” seunghee interlaces her arm with yours, with a wink she tells you, “taehyung is waiting for us.”

her head turns to look at taehyung, consequently making both you and josh look his way. he nods his head, signaling for you to go over to him and you can hear josh scoff.

“ah— going with taehyung again?” josh raises a brow.

you turn your head back to look at him, “is that a problem?”

“only that he sleeps around with a different girl every night.” he shrugs. “don’t you have standards, ___? i thought you were better than that.”

“you’re kidding, right, josh?” you laughed dryly.

“why would i be kidding? only sluts hang around manwhores,” he spits.

“didn’t you just want to take me home?” you raised your brows. “but now, i’m a slut because i rejected you?”

“you chose to be a slut when you chose to go with kim taehyung instead of me.” he tells you in a matter of fact tone, as if what was coming out of his mouth was coherent.

you scoff, “what a fucking idiot.” loud enough for everyone to hear as you and seunghee walk away.

“he’s a dick.” seunghee pulls you closer and holds onto your arm, “you can do so much better— i mean so much better.”

a sour taste lingers in your mouth. you’re not sure if it was josh’s breath or the fact that you wasted so much energy on this guy that proved himself to be the exact opposite of what you imagined him to be. “what was i thinking?” you groan quietly.

the two of you meet taehyung in the middle of the hallway, he can feel the difference in mood. “let’s get some fresh air.” he offers, telling you to walk with him.

seunghee walks with you a little bit longer, her hand rubbing your back every once in a while. you can hear her friends calling out her name, and you tell her you’ll be fine. she nods, “i’ll see you guys later.” you give her a smile and wave as she makes her way over.

both you and taehyung step out of the stuffy house. the air instantly refreshing you and making your mind clear, once again reminding you that you were so dumb for doing this. all of this. for a guy. you didn’t want to admit it, but obviously after the damage is done— there’s nothing left to do than to tell the truth.

“so that was dramatic.” taehyung breaks your train of thought, pulling that lollipop out of his mouth.

“that was terrible.” you huff.

“did my advice work at least?”

“it did, we made out.” you sighed.

it’s safe to say that the opening for josh is permanently closed. that conversation proved to you that he’s nothing like how you imagined him to be. he was quite the complete opposite.

“sorry he turned out to be a dickhead.” taehyung laughs. you laugh too. what else can you do?

“sorry for wasting so much of your time,” you sighed.

“i could care less.” taehyung does that stupid, infamous shrug. he looks like he’s gonna ask you something else, but he decides to keep quiet for now. let you collect your feelings and breathe in the cold, clean air since you’ve been suffocating in that hot, dirty house.

you feel like you’re going to cry. you were so wrong about someone. you did so much to get their attention, and then they ended up being… such a bad match? you should have listened to nayeon. you should have listened to taehyung. you should have listened to everyone!

taehyung knows you’re beyond upset right now. after hearing what josh just said to you, anyone would be reasonably upset and angry. he just can’t stand to see the way that you take your bottom lip between your teeth and try not to cry.

“want me to punch him?” taehyung asks, half joking and half serious. trying to make you laugh but also asking for permission to do something he’s wanted for a while.

you laughed, your watery eyes letting a teardrop. you sniffle, wiping away the tears before taehyung could. “no, no.” you tell him. “you’re gonna get in trouble.”

“i’m sure i’d be doing a lot of people a favor.” he shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “plus, i hate slutshamers.”

“no, it’s alright.” you shake your head. “if you wanna punch him on your own accord, by all means go ahead, but if you’re gonna do it for me, then no.”

taehyung bites his lip, stuck between running back into the house and giving josh a good sucker punch, or staying here with you and helping you feel better.

but when taehyung watches you shiver in the cold night, he decides that he can always punch josh another time. you need someone to comfort you now, and he’ll let himself be that person tonight. anything to make you feel better.

“wanna get food then?” he suggests.

you pouted, “food sounds good right now.”

“let’s go then,” he walks ahead of you towards the car. every now and then looking back at you and the way that you’re dragging your feet against the concrete.

part of you is kind of relieved that you can finally get over this five year long crush but your expectations were really shattered. your entire view on a whole person was changed because of a conversation. your attraction (despite it dwindling) for someone was ruined because you’re an idiot and thought he was more than what he was. but you should be thankful or something, that you didn’t push it any further with him— seeing way too many red flags pop up, it was almost impossible for you not to realize how much of a douche he really is.

while you were thinking, taehyung had pulled into a drive-thru and already ordered. he was watching as you brood out the window. the energy in the car was getting sucked out every second.

“here,” he plops the bag onto your lap. “eat a fry or something, you’re sucking the life out of this car.”

“i’m sorry.” you pull a fry out of the bag. “it just really didn’t go the way i expected it to.”

taehyung shrugs. “maybe that’s how life wanted it to go.”

“what do you mean?”

“you’re not meant for each other, simple.” he says. “plus you imagined an entire person in your head— sure, he’s a dick, but it’s not his fault that you dreamed him up to be the perfect guy.”

you sighed. he was right. “i just wanna be sad about it right now.”

“suit yourself,” he eats a fry. “take your time.”

god, you hated how much taehyung was the perfect ratio of mean and nice. it was such a push and pull— how you felt about him. part of you knows not to fall for him, you know you’re smarter than that. but another part of you is curious, what is it like to be liked by kim taehyung? would you feel like a goddess? would you feel… loved?

you really wanted to know.

conflicting feelings, the night drive, and taehyung’s playlist all mix together to create the most melancholic car ride you’ve ever had with him. you were one more song from bursting into tears, and it was so bad that you didn’t really even say a proper goodbye to taehyung before bolting out of his car. a meek, “see you” is all that he got.

but he understands. you’re hurt, you’re confused, and you’re just disappointed that the guy you thought was gonna be the one, ended up being a dumbass. he gets it. so once again, (he hopes it isn’t the last time) he waits for you to get inside the complex safely before he drives away. even waiting a minute or so after, just in case.

when all is quiet, he pulls away and hopes that you’ll feel better. maybe he’ll finally text you tonight.

meanwhile, tears were streaming down your face by the time that you opened your apartment complex door, you didn’t even know why you were crying, but it felt right. the warm tears meeting your makeup caked cheeks, your mascara is probably running along with it.

only to find out that your keycard is nowhere to be found. rummaging around your bag, you look through each little hole, slit, your wallet, every little crevice. nothing. fuck. you probably left it in taehyung’s car somehow. or maybe you left it in your room when you were switching bags. fuck. that’s probably where it is. safe and sound, in your room.

fuck!

knocking on the door, you expect junghwa to be there— when she goes to parties, she’s usually always back home before midnight strikes. …except, you’ve been knocking for five minutes and no one’s answered the door. pulling out your phone and pressing on her number, it rings and rings until… “hello?”

“junghwa! where are you? i’ve been knocking on the door for like five minutes!” your voice is obviously panicked and junghwa sounds very much awake and aware. she would have heard you knocking. if she was home.

“oh, i’m at my boyfriends! why?”

you frown, letting yourself cry. “i left my keycard inside the house and locked myself out.”

“just ask tom for his master keycard!”

“he isn’t here.” you sniffle, reading the sign on the door that clearly says, ‘will be back tomorrow morning!’ another cry escapes your throat, “what do i do?”

“i think… i don’t know, ___, maybe call nayeon? she’s always awake during this time!”

you sighed, knowing that nayeon finally scored with the guy she’s been telling you about for six months at the party tonight. you couldn’t bother her right now. so, quite frankly, you have one option left. “i’ll figure something out.” you say, sounding so sad.

“okay, let me know what you do, i’m sorry, babe!”

dialing the familiar number on your phone. it rings twice before you hear the deep voice on the other line. “hello?”

“taehyung…” you sniffle, “are you far from my apartment?”

“no, not too far, why?”

“where are you? can you pick me up?”

“i’m at the gas station around the corner, why do you need me to pick you up?”

“i locked myself out of my apartment.” you cried.

taehyung laughs at your predicament. watching as the numbers stop on the gas, placing the gas pump back into the machine. taehyung hops into his car and sighs. “i’ll be right there, don’t go anywhere, yeah?”

you nod even though he can’t see you, “okay.”

taehyung doesn’t take long, you sat in the apartment lobby, looking through the big windows and waiting until you saw taehyung’s car to come out. to your surprise, taehyung comes out, looking kind of worried. when he sees you through the big clear windows, he waves you over.

walking over to his car in shame, he still opens the door for you. waiting until you’re inside to close the door and join you in the driver's seat.

the drive to taehyung’s apartment wasn’t long, he didn’t live too far from you as the two of you tried to stay as close to school as you could. once he parked, the two of you walked into the lobby where henry waves to taehyung but eyes you— you and your sock covered feet on the cold floor, since your heels are killing you.

“you’re having a terrible night, i see.” taehyung laughs once he realizes why henry was staring so hard at the ground.

“don’t mention it.” you huffed.

“at least you called me.” taehyung said. “you would have been sleeping on your cold complex floor instead of my warm couch.”

“thank you.” you pouted, once again on the verge of tears. everything that happened tonight was just so upsetting. it was all piling up.

“you can cry.” taehyung says, watching as the tears bubble and build in your waterline. when you blink they finally drop, adding more streaks to the ones on your face already. “you’ll be fine.” he pats your shoulder as the two of you walk down the long hallway that leads to his unit.

he opens the door and lets you in first, you hear the door close behind you as you set your shoes down. taking off your knee socks, you sit down on his couch— the only place you’re familiar with in taehyung’s apartment as you've only ever been here once and it was for two minutes. you don’t even know what the bathroom looks like.

you calm yourself down at that point, allowing your tears to dry so you can look around taehyung’s apartment. see how he decorated his living room and kitchen. it’s not too much but it still feels lived in. there’s framed pictures on the shelves, a cute little dining table— enough for taehyung and some friends, and then paintings strung on a couple of his walls. it’s homey, warm.

as you were analyzing his apartment, taehyung stands nexts to the couch, pulling at his tie, it’s still stuck just below his neck. he can’t get the hole any bigger so he just gives up, plopping down next to you.

“just take it off.” you tell him, pointing to the tie after watching him struggle for a minute.

“that’s obviously what i was trying to do— i don’t have the patience right now.”

“seriously? you just have to—“ you scooch next to him, pulling the tie towards you, in turn, pulling taehyung closer to you as well. his eyes are wide as yours focuses on the stuck knot in the tie, you two were a few inches too close, but you didn’t seem to mind. “—there.” you say with a proud smile as the tie unravels in your hands and away from taehyung’s neck.

“thanks.” he sighs, laying his head back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. you try not to stare, but it’s a common thing for you to gawk at his features. you’ve even told him before that he has perfect facial structure. taehyung doesn’t mind when you stare anymore. he thinks it’s cute.

but you wonder if taehyung still tastes like that lollipop he was sucking on the entire night, or maybe the cola he was drinking— what the hell is wrong with you? why are you thinking about kissing kim taehyung right now? after you’ve just cried for twenty minutes?

it was probably just a thought of comfort, something that will keep you distracted. but if your brain is asking for comfort from kim taehyung, maybe you need a drink. no, you really need a drink right now.

“do you have any alcohol?” you ask him.

he side eyes you, “seriously? you wanna drink now?”

“i can’t stop thinking about how stupid i’ve been— maybe alcohol will make it go away,” you suggested with a shrug. unconfident with your reasoning for wanting to get drunk.

“alcohol won’t solve your problems.” taehyung says, “but maybe it’ll help you forget for now.”

taking pity on you, he stands from the couch and goes into his alcohol cabinet to fetch the huge bottle of vodka that his friends gave him as a gift (he can’t exactly remember what it was a gift for, he just thinks that his friends like giving away alcohol so that they can drink it later.)

with two shot glasses in one hand and the enormous bottle of vodka in the other, he sits on the floor just in front of the couch and places the items on the coffee table. pouring the clear liquid into the glasses, he hands you one and gently taps his glass against yours, “all in.”

you’ll never get used to the feeling of alcohol going down. it’s just not a pleasant feeling, but obviously, you’re not drinking for the taste. then, as you always do, you start to talk. talk about why you’re so upset, even though taehyung thinks he has a clear understanding why. you’re not sure how you’ve already downed three shots by now, but at this point, you’re just rapid firing random questions to taehyung and taking a shot after.

“should i delete all of the instagram posts then?”

“yeah, if you don’t like them.”

“but i got a ton of likes on them.”

“it’s up to you.”

one shot.

“what about the clothes i bought? should i get rid of them?”

“no, that’s a waste, don’t you like some of them?”

“yeah, they’re all pretty cute— but they’re not my style.”

“who cares? you can make anything your style, just wear it the way you want to, instead of wearing it the way you think someone else wants you to wear it.”

“you’re right.”

another shot.

“i can’t believe i wasted your time.”

“it was fun.”

“i should give you like $100 for reparations.”

“i wouldn’t mind that.”

another shot.

“do you believe in love?”

“nope.”

“me neither, let’s stick together.”

“whatever.”

and another shot.

“did you love the person you lost your virginity to?”

“i did.”

“really? you just said you didn’t believe in love.”

“i used to,” he shrugs. “you?”

“i thought i did.” you shrugged too. “he was just using me, i should have known though.”

and another.

“fuck.” you groan, your eyes starting to blur and your head starting to spin. “what—what about your first kiss?”

“same person i lost my virginity to.”

“that’s sweet.” you smiled. “mine was in year seven, my first boyfriend.”

“nice.” taehyung comments.

“thanks.” you smiled. holding onto the couch cushion behind you because the world is turning way too fast right now and it feels like you’re about to get spun out of your body. “think i’m gonna puke.”

“oh, god.” taehyung helps you up, “bathroom.” the two of you make way to the bathroom and you head straight to the toilet.

you cling to the cold porcelain bowl, the fast food that was dwelling in your stomach comes back up and disposes itself in taehyung's toilet.

meanwhile, taehyung stands at the bathroom door, watching as you upchuck. it does make him cringe, but it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. parties and alcohol galore surrounded him. seeing a pretty girl throw up in his bathroom? one of the better things he’s experienced.

walking up to your crouched body, he kneels down and gently pulls your hair back. the action calms you and your dizzying brain. the feeling of his fingers combing through your hair and pressing against your scalp, it makes you feel a lot better. but of course, you still had that little bit of alcohol left in your stomach that wanted out. holding your hair in one hand, he rubs your back with the other. “so gross.” he mutters, his words don’t match his face— a small smile painted on his lips.

you can’t even face him. even though your mind is clouded and you shouldn’t be trusted with important decisions right now, you still feel embarrassed. throwing up in front of a cute guy.

“mouth wash?” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, breaking the silence. you could have stayed quiet a little longer, enjoyed the feeling of taehyung’s hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. but the leftover acid in your throat was making you uncomfortable.

he laughs, bringing down the blue liquid down from his sink and pouring the liquid into the cap. “i’m not letting you put your puke lips on this, so open up.”

listening intently, you drop your jaw and tilt your head up. your eyes are tearful, mostly due from the fit of upchucking you just went through. the cold liquid surprises you, but you react in time, closing your mouth and gargling the stinging liquid to clean the acid out of your mouth. you spit into the toilet and flush when you’re all done.

you sit with taehyung in silence for a little while, your head leaning against the cold surface of his bathtub. “what time is it?” you asked, worried for some reason.

“late.” he answers. “wash up, i’ll bring you some pajamas to sleep in.”

“thank you.” you pouted, tears about to spout from your eyes because taehyung is just being so nice.

“yeah, yeah.” he brushes you off. “shout if you need help.”

he closes the bathroom door and you get to washing your face, you doubt he has any make up remover so you settle for ol’ reliable: baby wipes. after your face is clear of any makeup, you gargle water and mouthwash another two times (being sure not to put your lips on it for taehyung’s sake) and soon after, taehyung knocks on the door. you open but he only slides his hand through, giving you a pair of pajamas. “thank you!” you tell him through the crack in the door. you don’t hear him reply when he shuts it again.

you join him outside once you’re all changed.

“here.” taehyung hands you a glass of water, graciously you take it and chug the liquid down to replenish your body.

“thank you.” you smiled, still a bit tipsy but able to maneuver your body. you did feel super light though, you tried your best to avoid it, but you ended up having to hold taehyung’s shoulder as the two of you walked down his hallway to balance properly.

he walks you to his room, opening the door and turning the light on. “you can sleep in my room, i’ll be out here.” he says, pointing at the couch.

“what? i thought you said i was gonna be on the couch?” you mumbled, confused. the two of you end up bickering because you didn’t wanna inconvenience him. it gets to the point where taehyung has to push you into his room, forcing you in there until you step foot into his bedroom. you’ve only ever seen glimpses of it. from those quick facetimes and the mirror pictures he posts very seldomly. it’s cozy, and his bed is huge. the comforter looks like it’ll melt around your body.

“go to sleep.” he tells you, bringing you out of your trance.

listening to his words, you sit on the inviting bed and melt into the cold touch of the comforter. it was extremely comfortable. you hear taehyung about to leave the room and you’re quick to speak up, “wait— can you stay here until i fall asleep?”

you can see the way he wants to bicker again, say no and talk until he ends up sitting by your side and waiting for you to fall asleep. but your sad eyes make his mind clear of anything. his feet carry him to the edge of his bed, “so needy,” he jokes.

you roll over towards the middle and snuggle yourself into his sheets. the bed smells just like him. “sorry,” you sighed. “i don’t know why but i can’t fall asleep in new places without someone with me.”

“really?” taehyung asks as he stares up at the ceiling.

“yeah, i swear.” you laughed breathily. “when i moved out, i couldn’t sleep properly for weeks until junghwa offered to have a movie night in the living room— that was the first time i had a proper eight hour sleep in a month.”

“i think you’ve got attachment issues or something,” he chuckles.

a silence falls between the two of you, but it’s not like an awkward silence that makes you wanna cry. it’s a comforting silence, one that you’re grateful for because your brain is spinning still. you can hear taehyung tapping his thumbs against his phone and the clock on his wall ticking. these sounds make you drowsier and drowsier until you’re knocked out.

you wanted to say something else before you fell asleep. you wanted another one of those rare deep talks. you wanted to listen to him talk and maybe you would have been able to fall asleep to the sound of his voice. but you settle for the comfortable silence that you were given, appreciating his presence.

taehyung doesn’t realize until he turns off his phone, finally taking a look at you and seeing that your eyes are closed and you’re snuggled up in his blanket. he doesn’t fight the smile that appears on his face.

quietly, he gets up from the bed and turns out the light. “goodnight,” he whispers, closing the door gently behind him. he doesn’t know that he took your heart with him.

the two of you sleep, just a few feet apart with a wall separating you and even though you were sleeping, you swore you heard your two hearts beat in tandem that night.

that morning after you slept over at taehyung’s, you woke up with the worst hangover in your history of drinking. your head was pounding, eyes sensitive to any kind of light, and your throat was beyond dry. taehyung was already awake when you came out of the room, clutching your forehead. he was ready, in the kitchen with a glass of water, food, and some aspirin for you to take. “eat first, then take that— i’ll bring you home.”

you wanted to cry. maybe because of the sheer agony you were in from your hangover. maybe because kim taehyung has taken hold of your heart, even when you swore to yourself that it would not happen.

after he dropped you off that morning, you didn’t see him for a while, a month to be specific. deciding to focus on your studies rather than partying and drinking, and sadly— hanging out with taehyung. your heart leans in his direction whenever he’s around, maybe you just needed time away from him to realize that you didn’t actually like him. you just liked being around him.

obviously, you were proven wrong quite quickly. every time you took a break from studying, you wished that there would be a notification on your phone with his name in it. before you went to sleep, you wondered if taehyung had a good day, if he had a bad one. if he did, you wished that he’d text you, ask to hang out to get his mind off of things. but you knew better than that. he’s still kim taehyung. the number one most eligible bachelor in the city, the prettiest guy around, and of course, still the most intimidating.

junghwa even noticed the lack of taehyung, she started asking where he was on friday’s and saturday’s. “i’m kind of missing the guy.” she admitted to you.

you didn’t want to say it out loud, but it was pretty obvious that you did too.

other than that, it was just a regular friday afternoon, one that was filled with cleaning the apartment (but didn’t include cleaning your room) since you already finished your assignments for the week. after finishing the bathroom, you laid in bed, scrolling mindlessly on instagram— liking random posts and commenting every now and then. your body felt so heavy, a nap would be nice right about now.

two heavy knocks on your door prevent your eyes from shutting.

“what?” you shout, hoping junghwa can hear you through the door.

“you have a guest.” she tells you, opening your door and letting the stranger in.

you were facing your wall, snuggled in your warm blanket before you turned around to see who it was. well, well, well. if it isn’t the guy who’s been taking up all the space in your mind. the kim taehyung himself.

“your room is a pigsty,” is the first thing he tells you. with a smile on his face, he sits on the edge of your bed. you can’t help but smile either. taehyung found himself comfortably nestling in that tiny hole josh’s left in your heart. no vacant spaces left in your mind or your heart, it’s just him.

“yeah, i haven’t cleaned up in two weeks.” covering your face with your blanket to hide your entire being from the prettiest man alive, who happens to be sitting right next to you.

“clean your room, i’ve got good news.”

pulling the covers away from your face, you sit up and ask, “what good news?”

“not telling you until i can see the floor of your room.” he kicks a hoodie to the side to reveal another shirt on the floor.

sighing, you give in. removing yourself from the warmth of your bed to pick up all the dirty laundry on the floor and putting it into your hamper. taehyung helps you out too, bringing all the dirty dishes that were on your desk into the sink. when he comes back, you’re already making your bed.

“so what’s the good news?” you asked, throwing the last pillow into place.

“i’m free tonight,” he tells you.

you raise an eyebrow, “and that’s good news to me because…?”

“you have the opportunity to hang out with me.”

“who said i wanted to?”

“ouch,” he hisses like you’ve pinched him. “you’re so mean now, I’ve taught you well.”

you scrunch your nose, “i’m kidding, but really— what are you doing here?”

“i was in the neighborhood,” he says as he sits in your desk chair. “just wanted to check on you.”

“how nice of you,” you smiled. he twirls around in your chair like he always does and you’ve realized how much you’ve missed this in just the few minutes he’s been here. “fine, i’ll hang out with you tonight— let me shower and get changed.”

“let me take a nap in your bed then, i’ve been up since nine.” he says as he plops down onto your bed once you get up.

“nine? why?” you asked, grabbing an outfit from your closet before you step into the bathroom.

“stuff with jimin.” he answers blankly, tucking himself into your sheets and nodding off to sleep quite quickly.

“alright then.” you whisper to yourself, walking to the bathroom and freshening up. after you’ve taken your time to get ready, you wake taehyung up from his nap and ask him if he’s ready. he gets up pretty soon after, grabbing his keys from your nightstand and following you out of your apartment. “so what are we doing?” you asked when the two of you were safely in his car.

“what are you thinking? clubs? bars? frat party?” taehyung lists with a chuckle at the last suggestion.

you rolled your eyes playfully at his remark, “no frat parties ever again.” scrolling through searches on google for things to do, you recognize a new bar that nayeon has been talking about specifically. mostly about how pretty it is and how nice their bathrooms are, so you turn your phone towards taehyung. “what about this place? nayeon recommended it to me.”

“sounds good.” taehyung agrees as you put the directions into your phone and connect to the blue in his car.

it seemed like a solid plan. the car ride to the city was smooth, filled with catching up and taehyung telling you about how jimin’s already ran out of the sticky notes you’ve got him.

and of course. being in the city, all the bars, clubs, and even that pub were packed. the lines were down the street and it didn’t look worth it enough to stand in line. both you and taehyung gave up the plan of heavy drinking today.

“wait! i know a place.” you smiled.

the two of you walk a couple blocks the other way to…

“an arcade?” taehyung raises a brow.

“they serve alcohol here,” you inform him. “and it’s pretty fun if you look past the super bright lights!”

the two of you walk in and the atmosphere is loud and bustling. groups of people are shouting at card tables and couples are lining up for the photobooth. the chaotic energy is something that puts you at ease for some reason, it’s fun!

“aw, tae, look at how cute that is!” you exclaim, pointing at the stuffed animal stuck inside the claw machine that the two of you were passing by.

“i’m a pro at these claw machines.” he claims, stopping at the machine.

“really?” you raised an eyebrow. “let’s bet on it then.”

“you’re on.” he smirks, pulling out his wallet and sticking a dollar in. “if i get it in three tries, then you lose.”

“fine.” you smiled, confident that he wasn’t going to get it within three tries because it was one of those rigged claw machines anyways. so you stood back and watched as his maneuvered the crane skillfully, the first time around, he wasn’t so lucky, but he was able to move the stuffed animal you wanted close enough to the hole. then the second time around, got it to fall into the hold. scoring the stuffed animal and proving you wrong. “what the hell!” you laughed as he pulls out the animal and hands it to you.

“since you lost, you’re paying for dinner tonight.” taehyung says.

you huff, “fine.” holding the stuffed animal in front of you, you smile, “what should i name him?”

taehyung snorts, “you name your stuffed animals? aren’t you too old for that?”

“you’re never too old for anything,” you tsked. “what about tata? since you won him for me.” you grinned, raising the stuffed animal in the air.

“tata? wouldn’t it be taetae?” he laughed.

“you’re taetae, this is tata.” you push the stuffed animal against his face.

“cute.” he scrunches his nose, pushing the plush away from his face and gently moving you forward, making you walk towards the tables so the two of you could eat. but as taehyung walks behind you, he grins to himself at the fact that you named your plushie after him.

the two of you finally make your way to the table, ordering your food and also receiving it in no time. the two of you talk as you eat, you felt like the two of you were really friends. like close friends that have known each other for years. you’re grateful for taehyung, really. and whenever thoughts like this pop into your mind, you always have to say it out loud. “i’m glad we’re friends,” you smiled.

taehyung sends you a small smile back, picking up a fry and eating it before replying. “can’t believe we’re friends because you were going through an identity crisis.”

“do you think i was dumb for doing that?” you leaned in, a slight pout on your lips.

“yeah,” taehyung nods. you groan, putting your head in your hands. “at least you dove head first into it without second thoughts.”

“isn’t that just impulsive?”

“maybe,” taehyung shrugs. “but i wish i had that trait, i’ll admit, i admire that about you.”

“i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

taehyung only rolls his eyes. “let’s just eat now.”

you nod, digging into your burger and enjoying this time with taehyung. you try not to think too much of it, you try to tell yourself that this isn’t a date! it’s just some friends that are eating together after not seeing each other for a while. that’s all it is. that stupid fluttering in your stomach has no reason to be going that crazy right now.

you swallow, picking up the drink menu. “should we get drinks?” you asked, looking through the choices.

taehyung raises a brow. “are you gonna throw up again?”

“are you ever gonna let that go?” you ask him with a flat smile.

“nope.”

“ugh,” you roll your eyes, “no drinks it is then.” putting down the alcoholic drink menu and spotting the dessert menu instead, “oh! milkshake!” you suggest, pointing to the picture on the menu.

taehyung peers over and nods, a milkshake sounds good right now. plus, it reminds him of that first time the two of you got a milkshake together. for some reason it’s been cemented in his mind ever since then.

when the waitress comes back around to check up on the two of you, you give her a bright smile and ask, “can we get a strawberry milkshake? with no cherries, please.”

she nods, saying she’ll be right back with it and you both thank her. at this point the two of you have already finished your meals and are just waiting on the milkshake and the check.

“i gotta pee.” you stated, taking your bag with you and scooting out of the booth. “don’t finish the milkshake without me!” you warn taehyung.

“yeah, yeah— hurry up.” he laughs lightly.

a few minutes after you left, the waitress came back with the milkshake. a bright red cherry sitting atop of the whip cream.

“uh— we ordered it without the—“ taehyung started but the waitress already walked away by the time he was able to finish his sentence. “—cherry.”

he sighs, taking the cherry and eating it. hiding the stem and seed in a napkin in order to hide any evidence of the cherry ever being there.

after that, taehyung waits for you, playing this new game on his phone that jimin introduced him to. he didn’t even realize he was sipping on it for a while until you came back and yelled at him.

“hey! i told you to save me some!” you pouted. when he looks down at the drink, he can see that he’s already drunk half the milkshake. making him chortle out an apology, giving the rest to you. when the check came, the two of you have already finished the milkshake and it was about time to start heading home.

the two of you leave the arcade, full and pleased by the stuffed animal you’ve won (or that taehyung won for you). flowing through the groups of people walking the streets at night and passing by the bright windows of the shops. one shop catching your eye, a bakery with flowers out in front. “taehyung, we need these.” you tell him, pulling him along since he was far behind.

you pull him into the shop, his hand intertwined in yours. you didn’t think of it much, but taehyung did. the two of you stare into the display table, rows and rows of colorful macarons lined up. when you let go of his hand to talk to the worker, his hand turns cold again.

“what flavors do you want?” you turn back to ask him.

taehyung shrugs. “you choose.”

“but— i don’t know either!” you furrowed your brows, begging him to choose something.

“um— sir, can you choose for us? we’ll just have two dozen of the flavors you recommend.” taehyung suggests to the man behind the counter.

“your boyfriend is quite the gentleman.” the man tells you as he packs up your order. you give him a gentle smile, a slight blush tinge your cheeks. “i’ll give you a discount.” the man tells you when he’s ringing the two of you up.

your eyes widen. “thank you!” you feed into the narrative, taking taehyung’s hand in yours and interlacing your fingers. hoping he doesn’t pull away.

he doesn’t.

“here you go.” he hands over the bag and taehyung takes it in his hand. “hope you guys have a happy relationship! see you again!”

“thank you,” both you and taehyung say in tandem before walking out of the shop.

“what a sweet man.” you gushed, “let me see the flavors!”

taehyung opens the bag, pulling out the two boxes and seeing through the clear exterior. “oh he gave us two of each flavor.”

“can we eat one now?” you asked, leaning close to him. you didn’t even realize that your hand was wrapped around his arm. you don’t think taehyung noticed either.

“yeah, i’ll try this red one.” he points to it through the packaging.

you nodded, “me too, should we guess what flavor?”

“definitely strawberry.” he answers.

“i was thinking maybe red velvet.” you argued.

“whoever’s right gets a $1?” taehyung suggested with a smirk.

“oh, you’re on!” you chuckled. the two of you bite the macaron at the same time. it takes a few chews for you to really taste the flavor. your face cringes when you realize. “cherry.” you groan out loud.

taehyung rolls his eyes playfully, finishing his macaron. “don’t be like that, it’s good.”

your face makes a pucker face, showing that it really isn’t good to you.

“give it to me then, you’re so picky.” taehyung laughs. you place the macaron between his lips and pinch his nose.

the two of you walk a little longer, catching up with each other. mostly trying to find your way back to the car because taehyung completely forgot which parking lot he left it in. you feel a buzz in your pocket and you take out your phone to inspect.

"you've got to be kidding me." you groaned after reading the text.

"what is it?" taehyung asks, taking out his keys because he thinks that this parking lot is the one.

you tilt your phone over to him, showing him the text from your roommate, asking you to sleepover somewhere else tonight because it’s her and her boyfriend’s anniversary and she’s thinking of sexing him until the sun comes up.

“tmi much?” he snorts, leading you into the parking garage as you remained focused on replying to junghwa. the two of you still walked arm in arm.

“let me text nayeon and ask her if i can sleep over.” you tell him, switching conversations and typing out a message for nayeon.

but taehyung stops you before you can send the text, “you can stay at mine,” he offers.

you raise your brows, “really?” finally spot this car and pull him towards the vehicle, he unlocks the car and opens the door for you.

he nods nonchalantly. “yeah, you’ve slept over before, i don’t care.”

he leaves the door open, waiting for a reply as you pretend to think it through. “you do have a really nice bed…” your fingers stroke your chin. “okay!” you beamed.

taehyung smiles, closing your door and silently celebrating that he could spend a little more time with you. you were doing the same inside the car, mentally thanking junghwa for giving you an opportunity to spend the night again.

the drive to his apartment was mostly quiet, the radio talked more than the two of you, but neither of you minded. it was a surprise to taehyung that you weren’t doing your rapid fire questions, but he reasoned it to the fact that you were gonna stay the night, so you were probably gonna annoy him the entire night anyway. the ride went by quite fast, because before you knew it, you were standing in front of taehyung’s apartment door, waiting for him to open it.

the rest of the night goes by in a flash. when people say that time flashes by when you’re having fun, they’re right. one second, you and taehyung were watching a movie on netflix and finishing the macarons. then the next second, it’s already midnight and time for the two of you to head to bed. after cleaning up in the bathroom and changing into pajamas (that taehyung graciously lent to you), you make your way to taehyung’s room.

you didn’t ask taehyung to keep you company this time around. you hoped you could fall asleep easier due to the fact that you’ve already slept here before and the fact that you were worn out from the day.

but it turns out your feelings may be a little too loud. they don’t let you fall asleep so easily. taehyung’s bed is so comfortable and clean, but it smells like him. his clothes, his sheets, his pillows, they all smell like him. your eyes blink up at the ceiling, the darkness makes the light fixture look fuzzy every now and then. even when you try to close your eyes and count sheep, taehyung’s face pops into your mind, with that damned, sweet smile on his face. almost always with a blush painfully creeping up to your cheeks.

so you take what you’ve learned from this month with taehyung. confidence. it’s all about confidence.

taking that in consideration— you had two options here. when you looked at the clock, it was almost two in the morning. taehyung could either be sleeping or awake. if he were awake, you could to sit with him and tell him what’s going on. if he is asleep, then just… tell him another time.

it doesn’t really sound like a very solid plan, but you didn’t have much confidence about confessing your feelings to someone. especially when the reason you and taehyung are so close is because of another guy who had rejected you already. so it’s hard to think that taehyung has the same feelings as you. but how are you ever going to get anywhere if you just wallow in this feeling of love? the least you could do was let him know, maybe he could tell you off and say that he doesn’t feel like that towards you. at least then, you’d have a reason to stay away from him. now, all you want to do is to spend more and more time with him. maybe if he were to break your heart, it would be easier to move on.

when you finally accept your fate that this could go in two completely different directions, you decide to get up and out of his bed. your feet immediately feel the touch of the cold floor, waking you up more. when you walk up to the door, you gently turn the doorknob and slightly slide it open. you can hear the tv in the living room playing something. taehyung must have left it on and fell asleep.

gathering up all of your courage, you slide the door open more and peek your head out of the room. spotting taehyung’s figure sitting upright on the couch. scrolling mindlessly on his phone as the tv plays in the back. you’re freaking out, but you know you have to go with the plan.

from the corner of his eye, taehyung can see your head peeking out by his bedroom door. he smiles to himself.

“can’t sleep?” he asks, not turning to look at you. his eyes focused on his phone as he continued to scroll.

you shake your head, even though he isn’t looking at you. “no,” you said out loud, making your way to the couch. “can i sit with you for a bit?”

“sure.” he answers, scooting over and giving you an ample amount of room to sit and watch. turns out he was watching old cartoons, you don’t remember the name of this one, but it seems quite familiar.

“couldn’t sleep either?” you asked him.

he nods, still looking only at his phone. “got a lot on my mind.”

you nod, “wanna talk about it? seems like you’re trying to avoid it with that mindless scrolling you’re doing.” you tap the back of his phone gently. only then does he let out a light laugh and turn the device off, finally looking at you.

are you always this pretty?

taehyung thinks he’s going crazy. these memories riddling his mind of the two of you laughing together in his car. sharing a drink. especially just now, when he was thinking about you cuddling with that plush you named after him since he won it for you. it’s all been you. his thoughts are all and only you.

it’s just a dumb crush, it’ll go away before i know it. taehyung told himself. he could have gotten over it, but he thought maybe this could be… more? or well, his heart decided that before his head did.

“i think i’d like to avoid it a little longer.” he tells you truthfully. he really isn’t ready to say anything about it. the two of you have forged a nice friendship. he doesn’t want his feelings to ruin that.

“suit yourself,” you tell him. bringing your knees up to your chest and looking over to the tv.

the low volume of the tv was all the noise that separated you and taehyung. you could feel yourself blush, thinking about saying it. but taehyung was a great friend, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. he’s a caring guy. you wanted him to know that.

“i missed hanging out with you.”

“you did?”

you nodded. “i didn’t realize it in the moment, but i really looked forward to hanging out with you— the week would go by so slowly and then the days with you would go so fast.”

“i feel like an idiot admitting it, but me too.” he tells you. “you’re fun to be around.”

“you’re being really nice today.” you say suspiciously. “should i be scared?”

taehyung rolls his eyes again. silence takes over, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence. it’s one that helps you calm down a little, allowing your eyes to wander his features a bit. how his eyes stare into yours but then look away when you maintain eye contact. how his lips purse as his eyes flicker down to stare at yours.

you really want to kiss him.

ever since you kissed him before the party, you hadn’t stopped thinking about it. not even when you were kissing josh. you can’t stop staring at his lips either.

“what are you thinking about?” he smiles lazily, knowing that you’re staring. if taehyung was anything, it was a tease.

“nothing.” you blushed, tearing your stare away.

if it was a crush, so be it. if he was catching feelings, whatever. taehyung’s never wanted anything more than to kiss you right now. so he says fuck it to all of the blaring red sirens in his head.

“you can kiss me,” he says, moving closer and watching as your face only blushes a deeper red.

“w—what?” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact with him.

“i kissed you last time,” he says. gently using his finger to turn your face towards his. “it’s your turn now, right?”

taking risks is something you're used to doing now, but this? kissing taehyung again? it’s too much of a risk. you’d 100% completely fall in love if you kissed him again.

but then again, was that so bad? you’re thinking over the pros and cons as you stare at him. just as you think he’s gonna pull away, he pushes in a little closer. “do you wanna kiss me?” he asks, making your face flush an even brighter red, if that were possible.

“i do.” you speak honestly. flinching because you think taehyung’s gonna laugh in your face and make you sleep on the couch while he sleeps in his bed. but none of that happens, he only stays still, so close to you.

“if you learned anything from our time together, show me.” he prompts you, getting close enough so that his lips just ghost your ear when he whispers, “kiss me.”

you crash your lips against his and immediately feel relief for some reason. his lips felt so welcome against yours. unlike how it felt with josh. this just proves that it wasn’t a one off thing, you really just preferred kissing taehyung.

trying to remember the lesson he gave you in your apartment, you push against him softly, making him straighten his back as you straddle his thigh. you think he likes it this way because his hands immediately move to your waist, making sure you don’t move. taehyung knows this is technically the third time you’ve made out with anyone, so he doesn’t expect you to take too much initiative.

but then you take him by surprise by swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, repeating what he did to you that first time you guys made out.

he can’t help but smile against your lips. despite the clearly steamy and heated moment that’s going on right now, taehyung can’t help but think about how funny this all is. how crazy it is that he fell for you out of everyone. and how you fell for him in all of this.

the thought is interrupted by the way that you expertly continue to kiss him. he taught you well. a few minutes in, and taehyung can already hear your quiet whimper desperately trying to escape your mouth. he can feel the material of his sweats atop his thigh start to get a little damp. pulling away from the kiss, he watches as you try to create some friction in turn for your pleasure. his hand lazily comes up and rests against your hip, gently guiding you against his thigh, pressing you down a little harder every now and then to relieve some of that tension for you. “so needy.” he smirks to himself. “does it feel nice?”

you nod, “feels so good.”

he places both hands on your hips this time, taking full control of your movements as he flexes his thigh, rocking you back and forth on the place just between his knee and thigh.

this is a first time for him— most of the time his hookups get straight to it. they know what they want. but you, he’s not entirely sure where you want to go with this.

muffling your own moans by trying to keep your mouth shut as you ride his thigh turns out to be harder than you thought. it feels so good. taehyung notices the way that you’re trying to keep yourself quiet, and the way that you’re trying to hide your face from him.

so he places his thumb under your chin as he urges you to look at him correctly. “don’t be shy.” moving his thumb from under your chin over your mouth, waiting for you to let go and to let him run his finger over your lips.

you give in, gasping as you feel a familiar knot in your stomach start to pull and pull. there was no way you were gonna come by rubbing yourself off on kim taehyung’s thigh. were you that turned on? this was the last thing you could have ever planned.

taehyung’s other hand still guides your hips, while the one on your face plays with your lips. pulling you closer to him, just enough so that you’re inches away from his face and he can see your pretty face knit in pleasure. “gonna cum? hm?” he asks, smirking in your face as you try to move closer and closer to kiss him. just as your lips are about to touch, the hand on your face snakes back, threading your hair through his fingers. he pulls, ever so gently, to prevent your lips from touching. he just has one more thing to say before he tastes you again, and he was determined to let you know.

“it’s just us.” he tells you, lessening the pull on your hair, bringing you closer. “i wanna hear you.”

he releases the grip on your hair and the two of you basically clash together, his lips ever so gently guiding you to a sweet but steamy session. your core still finding solace in taehyung’s thigh as you build closer and closer to your climax. you listened to taehyung well, moans and gasps leaving your mouth and into his.

“fuck.” you say, pulling away briefly when you recognize that warm feeling in your stomach. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close, he does the same, bringing his arms around your waist as he helps push you down a little harder against his leg. “oh— fuck, tae.” you gasp when the change in pressure is felt.

you were so close, you desperately cling onto taehyung as he tells you in your ear, “go ahead.” the bass of his baritone voice egging you on and on. “make a mess on my thigh.”

it seems like that’s all it took, soon after taehyung instructed you to cum all over his thigh, that’s exactly what you did. series of short moans erupting from your mouth straight to his ear. taehyung couldn’t have been any harder. you would think from all his experience, he’d be able to push the urge down a little longer. maybe it’s you, being the first girl to use his thigh as a means for pleasure. it was quite a sight.

when you finally pull back from hiding in the crook of his neck, you already know that your face was flushed. probably a blood red. your hair was probably fucked. and you already know that between your legs, on taehyung’s thigh, was a big mess.

looking at the wet patch on his sweats under you, you blush even more, if that was even possible. “i’m sorry.” you cover your face in shame but taehyung isn’t having it.

taking your hand before you can hide behind it, “that was hot.” he admits, pulling you close. “can you do another for me?”

nodding, you dive back into a kiss quickly, devouring his lips. it makes him chuckle against your mouth. “slow down.” he pats your thigh before hooking his hand under the dip of your calf. encasing him in your legs as you straddle him. “we’ve got all the time in the world, don’t worry,” he assures you. restarting the pace between the two of you, slow and sensual instead of the fast and needy pace from earlier.

“are we gonna…?” you pull away from the kiss to ask. remembering that it’s been quite a while since you’ve done the deed.

“only if you want,” he tells you. his comforting touch rubs up and down your thigh gently. “if you just wanna make out for a couple of hours, i’m down for that too,” he laughs. that lazy smile of his popping out and only making you want to jump his bones even more.

“i want to,” you nod. “it’s just— it’s been a while.” you admit while softly running your finger through one of taehyung’s long curls.

he smirks, a little laugh coming out as well. “is this your way of asking me to be gentle?”

you blushed. “well, i— yes.”

“sure, princess.” he promises as he dives back in to kiss you. running his hands under your shirt and gently placing them under the waistband of the pajama pants you borrowed. silently asking permission to take it off.

down for it all, you put your hands over his, helping him take off the pants, leaving you in your soaked underwear and his shirt. sitting properly on him now, you feel something hard resting just between your thighs. embarrassingly enough, it makes you moan out, and to your surprise, it also makes taehyung groan. it’s one of the best sounds you’ve ever experienced. music to your ears, you want to hear more.

one good roll against him gives you exactly what you want. another delicious groan leaving his lips, mumbling words against your lips that you can’t exactly decode. parting from your lips, he slides your shirt over your head, revealing you in all your glory on top of him. you can’t help but blush, as he’s still fully clothed, while you’re basically stripped, besides your underwear. “fuck me.” taehyung exasperates, gawking at your body. “so pretty,” is all you hear before he pulls you forward to kiss between your breasts. showering kisses on your body as you feel the tension in your stomach start to get tight once more.

you were too caught up on taehyung’s lips toying with your nipples to realize that his hand was sneaking between your legs. the feeling of his fingers against your warm core made you flinch at first, a prolonged moan leaves your lips when he gathers your wetness and rubs your clit in a tight circle.

“t-tae—!” you call out when he continues to rub slick circles against your clit. after leaving a hickey on your breast, taehyung pulls your underwear down. you were now completely stripped while he was still fully clothed. something about it made you even more turned on. if that was even possible. “more, please.” you whimper.

“more?” taehyung teases, his fingers slowing their pace only to make you cry in dissatisfaction. his fingers make their way down, his middle finger pressing inside, making you moan out loud. “princess wants more, huh?” he asks, drawing his finger out to add his ring finger before plunging back inside.

the feeling makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, bracing yourself on his shoulders as he continues to touched you in a way that you haven't in a while. but still, despite the heat of the moment, you still find a way to bicker. “not a princess.” you mumbled as he continued to pleasure you with his fingers.

taehyung raises a brow. ceasing his movements and watching as you ride his fingers. gliding up and down his slender digits. a smirk on his lips when he echos, “not a princess?”

to which you shake your head.

he’s not satisfied with your answer, of course. so he stops you, pulling his fingers away and leaving you clenching around nothing. a groan of disappointment leaving your lips before you could think about it. “taehyung—“

“princesses get what they want.” he tells you matter of factly. “and since you’re not a princess, you can beg, and i’ll see if i’ll let you have it.”

“but—“

“beg, pretty girl.”

“please.” you tried, furrowing your brows and sitting patiently only to see taehyung’s bored face.

“please, what?”

“please, taehyung.”

“i’m asking what you want,” he clarifies, still looking bored.

“you.” you inched closer, landing yourself right on top of his print. it makes him suck in a breath. his teeth taking in his bottom lip. if taehyung wanted you to use what you learned, then he was going to get it. turning your sultry voice on, you whimper, “need you so bad.” grinding against him, drawing out a glorious breathy sigh.

usually, taehyung’s self control is akin to hardened steel. he isn’t one to give in super easily. but listening to you and feeling you against him has him melting a lot faster than he typically would. it doesn’t help that you’re completely naked on top of him, your desperation only pushes him, making him want more and more until he finally says, “fuck it.”

now it was game.

taehyung lifts you, walking through the hallway into his room as you cling onto him, pressing gentle kisses against his neck. breaking away from him when he gently lays you down on his comforter.

you watch as he takes off his shirt, your legs wrap around his hips as you pull yourself closer to him, trying to find any sort of relief for the ache you feel between your legs. it feels worse than your first one, your pussy needing more and more. “you’re so impatient.” he mocks you, leaning over you to give you a brief kiss before unlocking your legs around him. leaving you to fend for yourself as you lay on his bed, alone and bare, in front of him.

“need you to fill me up,” you sighed at the thought. it’s been so long since you’ve had a good fuck. arching your back and running your hands over your chest fo show him, your fingers rolling the hard buds between them. the feeling makes your head turn, “i’ve waited so long.”

“was this your plan all along?” he quips, coming down to kiss between your breasts. “you wanted to fuck me that bad?”

“maybe.” you laughed (half lying and half telling the truth, you weren’t exactly sure when things turned tides and all sails were facing taehyung). he shakes his head, a sly smile on his face when he does the unthinkable.

he tickles you.

when you were trying to be sexy and everything! now your efforts were wasted since you let out your cackle, one that you’re pretty sure only nayeon and seolhyun have heard.

“you’re trying to play me, huh?” he asks, your fit of giggles mix in with his light laughs.

“why—! why are you tickling me?!” you laughed, he hovers over you, finally ceasing his attack and he smiles.

“you were using my advice against me.” he says, “i know better than that.”

“didn’t you tell me to do that?” you quipped.

“yeah, but i didn’t think you would do so well.” he admits, laughing lightly against your lips.

you shrugged, copying the smirk on his face. “well, i learned from the best.”

he hums in approval. not realizing that your hand is trailing down his body and landing where he’s particularly sensitive. you elicit a groan from him, your hand rubbing him through his boxers. he stands up straight, watching as your hands do their dirty work.

meanwhile, he has his own trick up his sleeve, with your legs open below him. he simply places his thumb against your clit, making you shiver immediately. your hand losing it’s pace, but still able to move against him.

but eventually, the two of you decided that you wanted more. he can see it in the way that you spread your legs further and you can feel it when his tip starts to feel damp through his boxers.

taehyung pushes your hand away. “that’s enough.” dipping back down to kiss you and savor the taste of your lips on his tongue.

“taehyung, please.” you whimper against him. the feeling between your legs is starting to feel unbearable. “please, i need you so bad.”

he groans at the sound of your begs, but nevertheless, he’s determined to give you what you want. “hold on, baby.” he pulls away in order to grab a condom from his bedside drawer.

you raise an eyebrow at the choice of nickname. “you call every girl you sleep with ‘baby’?” you joke.

he smirks, “yeah, all of them.”

it’s just you, if he was being honest.

he slips the condom on and you try to stop yourself from drooling. the sheer size of him is a feat, you’re not even sure if you can house that inside of you.

taehyung can see the way your eyes widen when you stare down at him. “it might hurt a little bit, just let me know if it’s too much, yeah?”

how sweet of him, honestly. you can't help but swoon a little bit. even if the bar is on the floor for you, it makes you heart flutter a bit knowing he cares. this is a huge upgrade from losing your virginity on top.

plus you get to look at the physical definition of beauty hovering above you. his dark hair hanging just over his forehead and his eyes focused on where the two of you are about to connect. you’re pulled back into the present when you feel him rub his tip against you, evenly distributing your wetness onto him. then slowly, he pushes in, all the way to the hilt.

taehyung revels in the feeling of you around him. you’re so pretty under him too, your eyebrows knitting together in a mix of pain and pleasure that he wishes he could just kiss away so that it could only feel good.

“you— you’re so big.” you groan, feeling his tip kiss your cervix. it’s so good, it’s so good.

“does it hurt?” he asks, concerned. you can see it in the way his brows pinch together.

“just a little but—“ you readjust under him, rocking up and trying to get closer. “move please.”

slowly but surely, taehyung sets a pace. an excruciatingly good one. his stroke is deep and slow at some points and then he would grind into you every now and then. the discomfort from earlier easily dissolves into nothing but pleasure as you’ve completely lost control of your moans and whimpers. your mouth just lets out whatever needs to come out, including random curse words, whines, and also the occasional, “oh, fuck.”

“you’re so fucking pretty.” he compliments you, heat rushing to your cheeks. “can’t believe you were into that douche.” he rolls his eyes at the thought of josh.

at this point, it was getting nastier, the pace was getting a little sloppy and you could feel yourself leaking everytime taehyung pulled out.

“me— me neither.” you gasp. he runs his hand under your thigh, lifting it and pressing it down next to your torso, spreading you out even more. in turn, he goes deeper and you get louder. “but now i’m here.”

“right.” taehyung groans, leaning down to smother you in a kiss before pulling away to say, “with me.”

“yes— yes, oh god.” you moan out, your hands releasing the sheets to cling onto taehyung. one hand moving to thread through his hair and your other hand moving to pinch your nipple. feeling so close, it was so good. so much so that you were almost seeing stars.

“he could never give you what you deserve, baby.” he kisses down your neck, feeling you pull his hair and squeeze around him tighter. you were rocking against him, wanting more than he was already giving you so taehyung slows down, lifting himself up to watch you. “look at you, so desperate.”

you nod. “please, tae, it’s so good.”

“gonna cum all over my dick too, baby?” he eggs you on, resuming his regular pace and driving you crazy with it. “you can do it, right?” he asks in an almost mocking tone.

you nod frantically, “i can.”

“yeah?” he smirks, reeling in the feeling of you wrapped around him so tightly. “gonna be a good girl, right? gonna cum when i tell you to?”

“yes— fuck, taehyung.” you arch your back when he digs particularly deep on one stroke. “i’ll be your good girl.” you promise him.

“my good girl?” he repeats. the thought makes him swim closer to the edge. he knows you’re close too, the way that you’re pulsating around him. you were being so good, trying your best to hold back until he said you could. taehyung is falling head over heels right now.

“your good girl.” you echo. your eyebrows knitting together when the pleasure becomes too much. the feeling in your stomach is growing harder and harder to resist.

“fuck, go ahead, baby.” he tells you, rubbing right circles onto your clit to help you out. immediately, that feeling of relief washes over you, the euphoria taking over your body as you almost cry from how good it feels. “that’s it, baby.” taehyung praises you as he continues to gently fuck into you.

the feeling is too much, but at the same time, you want more. you wouldn’t be surprised if you were crying right now. but it just felt so good. “keep going, keep going.” you begged, the feeling makes you shake. the muscles in your thighs twitching.

“fuck, baby, look at the mess you’re making.” he smiles, finally looking down and watching whenever he pulls out to see the cream streaking the condom. collecting on both him and you.

you reach your hand to touch it. the smooth liquid lubricating the entire area. you collected enough so that you could see it on your fingers. “i— i’m sorry.”

taehyung watches as you stare at your fingers. “if you’re sorry, clean it up, baby.”

you look up to him with the sweetest eyes, he almost backtracks when you take hold of his hand— not knowing what you were gonna do. but when you lead his hand to collect some of the liquid and bring it up to your lips, taehyung feels his dick start to pulse. “fucking hell.” he groans, suddenly feeling way more turned on than he was (which he didn’t even know was possible). then that familiar feeling snaps in his stomach, unexpectedly he empties into the condom as he continues to fuck into you gently. you can feel it, egging him on with quiet moans and sticking your tongue out to show him that you’ve swallowed it all. he groans at the sight of you, his dick twitching inside of you. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you laugh, smiling to yourself when taehyung pulls out. the slight over stimulation has the both of you gasping. soon enough, he discards them condom into the trash and slides his boxers back on. he hands you his shirt that was on the floor and you slide that on as well.

“let’s go wash up?” he suggests, knowing that it’s a mess between both of your legs right now.

you nod, taking the hand that he holds out for you. you used to roll your eyes whenever your friends would talk about how their legs would be useless after a good fuck, but now you understand. when your feet touch the floor, you tried to stand up like usual, but apparently, your thighs didn’t get enough recovery time. they ached and twitched like hell. if it weren’t for taehyung helping you up, you honestly would have fell to the floor.

“you okay?” he asks, the grip he has on your hand tightens, making sure you don’t fall. even almost grabbing your other arm, but you assured him you were fine. “sorry, i don’t think i was gentle enough.” he flushed.

you shake your head, a little laugh coming out as well. “i’m fine, i promise.” you tell him, the two of you make your way to the bathroom without a problem after.

“go first and i’ll bring some new pajamas for us.” he tells you, closing the door behind him. you wash your hands and dry them off before relieving yourself and wiping off any liquids that… accumulated.

you sit there for a little longer, not really knowing what to do now. not in this moment, but with your friendship with taehyung. what does this mean now? the two of you are friends that have had sex? that you’re just another girl that taehyung checked off his list? that you used him to get over josh? see, now you’re overthinking.

before you could overthink any more, taehyung knocks gently on the door. you stand from the toilet, opening the door slightly as he hands you a new pile of clothes for you to wear. a meek, “thank you,” leaving your lips before closing the door again.

as for those questions you have in your head about what you and taehyung are now— they’re gonna have to just wait and see. as a person that plans things out and always wants to know the outcome before you start something, this is scary— but you got to know taehyung due to an impulse that you acted on, so what was so different about this? take life one step at a time, be honest with yourself, and just try to have fun when you can. that’s what you really learned from your time with taehyung, and that’s all you can do now.

when you leave the bathroom, taehyung occupies it after you and tells you that he changed the sheets already so you could lay down if you wanted. this night has already proven that taehyung’s ten times the man you dreamed josh up to be. maybe your head was just swirling in post-sex glow but there really is something about taehyung that makes your heart grow bigger.

he comes out of the bathroom and stands at his doorframe, watching you snuggle into his comforter and scroll on your phone, not even realizing he was there. “goodnight,” is all he says before reaching his hand out to turn out the light.

but you sit up, “wait,” you stop him. making him freeze in place, raising his eyebrows in curiosity. “can you sleep with me tonight?” you ask, gentle with a twinge of desperation lacing the words. you knew it wasn’t exactly your place to expect him to want to sleep with you. having sex with someone and sleeping with them are two completely different things.

and to be honest, taehyung usually doesn’t sleep with his hookups. they don’t stay that long and neither does he. but he knows you’re not just a hookup, and he tries to keep seunghee’s words in his head. ‘if something happens, then let it happen.’

so taehyung closes the door behind him before turning out the light, walking towards you and joining you in his bed. his head hitting the pillow just next to yours. you changed your position for you to lay on your stomach, your arms holding you up as you watch him climb in. it was just a little awkward staring each other in the eyes at first, but taehyung clears the air of any discomfort. “how are you feeling?” he asks.

“i’m okay, are you asking if anything hurts?” you questioned. a little laugh escaping you. in turn, making taehyung laugh too. “if so, no.”

he chuckles, “that’s good.”

“but was that okay for you?” you ask, twiddling your fingers. honestly scared that taehyung would be brutally honest in his review of sex with you.

“are you kidding?” taehyung laughs lightly. “i don’t think i’ve ever came that hard before.”

“are you just saying that?” you scrunch your nose.

taehyung shakes his head. “it was really nice, ___.”

“really? okay, good, because that was the best sex i’ve ever had in my life, like actually.” you admit.

taehyung snorts, “i guess i am that good.” he pretends to brush a chip off his shoulder and you roll your eyes playfully.

another silence takes over. you didn’t want to say what was on your mind because bringing up the whole ‘what are we?’ conversation just after having sex is a little early. right?

but taehyung always seems to read your mind.

“what are you thinking about?” he asks, his eyebrows knitting together ever so slightly. he can see the way that your face slightly falls.

you shake your head, giving him a weak smile. “nothing.”

“are you confused?” he questions, lifting himself up slightly by leaning on his arm.

you bite your lip, nodding. “it’s just— where do we go from here? you know… what are we?”

despite your fears and your expectations of taehyung laughing at you, getting up and telling you to leave his apartment. he does none of that. quite the opposite actually. lifting his hand up to run his thumb against your jawline. “we can be whatever you want us to be.” he tells you, his gentle touch seeping from your skin into your bloodstream. the little bit of affection fueling the way that you lean in closer to his touch.

“we don’t have to change?” you asked.

he shakes his head. “nothing has to change if you don’t want it to.”

“but i still want to kiss you and stuff,” you admit.

it makes him smile. “then we can still kiss and stuff.” he assures.

“do you want to?” you pouted, “why is it whatever i want? what do you want?”

“i want to do whatever you want to do, baby.” he tells you, the use of the nickname making you melt in his hands. “if you wanna kiss and have sex, i want that too, if you just wanna be friends that don’t touch each other, then i want that too.” he says. “as long as it’s with you, i’m fine with it.” he admits, wholeheartedly.

you really wanted to kiss him after he said that. so you did.

and then the rest was history.

“you wanna see something funny?” taehyung asks as the two of you walk to the cafe. you were craving that one iced tea drink they have on this particularly hot day. taehyung asked if he could tag along— wanting to get out of his sweltering apartment.

“what is it?” you asked. taehyung pulls open the door of the cafe and the ac blasts out. relieving the both of you from the blaring heat.

once the two of you step inside, taehyung flips his phone towards you. a picture of josh and his new fling posted on instagram. “look familiar?” he asks, looking you up and down.

“that’s— that’s my outfit?” you furrowed your brows, taking a closer look at the picture. your signature plaid skirt with a cardigan over it, even a matching headband to complete the look. “she’s cute.” you smiled.

“josh switched his type pretty fast.” he puts his phone back into his pocket, “maybe you have a chance now.”

you snorted. “i could care less about him.”

taehyung gasps, “are you being less than nice for once? what a rare sight.”

rolling your eyes, you leave taehyung in line. “order for me, i have to pee.”

“yeah, yeah.” he shoo’s you, moving forward in the line as you walk off to the bathroom.

after taehyung orders both of your drinks, he sits at one of the tables, waiting for you by scrolling mindlessly on his phone.

“taehyung?” a group of girls approach taehyung.

he looks up from his phone to see them all lined up. “yes?”

“we heard that you’re the guy to come to when it comes to personality and style changes, do you think you can help us?” one of the girls asks.

taehyung furrows his brows. “what? who told you that?”

“park jimin.” the same girl answers.

“of course.” he scoffs, but in the end he shakes his head. “sorry girls, i’m closed for business.”

you come out of the bathroom just in time to see the group of girls pouting as they walk away. sitting in the seat directly across from taehyung, you ask, “what was that?”

he answers with a laugh, “another business venture.”

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lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au [COMPLETED] masterlist

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, slowburn, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

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IDEA/STORY VERY LOOSELY INSPIRED BY THE SONG “LONELY HEARTS CLUB” BY MARINA.

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KIM TAEHYUNG AS HIMSELF; SINGLE DAD

SARAH HYLAND AS CASSANDRA; SINGLE MUM

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I Need U - Chapter 2: Where Did You Come From? Will You Tell Me Your Name?

a super-slow burn hyyh / bangtan universe au ft oc x taehyung, oc x seokjin, yoongi x jungkook, ot7 & oc being pals.

series summary: Song Nari still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. How was she here? Stuck in a world that felt more like a nightmare than reality. How did she end up here - wishing at a lookout point above the rolling sea in the dead of night besides a high school friend that she hadn’t seen or talked to in over a year? How did she end up here after all she did was chase down the seven delinquents who graffitied her car to give them a piece of her mind?

chapter summary: Nari wished that was the last time she ever saw those boys.

warnings: implied/referenced drug and alcohol use, explicit language, Bangtan Boys are delinquents, oc holds a grudge.

word count: 5.6K

A/N: hi this chapter has been rewritten & reposted as of July 2022. Its been a year since starting to write I Need U and I want so badly to finish it. So I started to reread it (since i did take a hiatus away from it and lost the voice of the characters). I discovered rewriting bits just to tighten up their relationships/experience/etc was really fun so here we are lol. If you have been reading I Need U for a while, major plot points will not be changing as of now - but these chapters are rewritten for more clarity. you wont be missing out on anything if you dont reread them but their relationships/personalities are a bit more fleshed out.

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Nari thought that she would never see those delinquents ever again. Yes, she was going to forget that night even happened (after her week of being grounded from using her car was up.) Her car was still in a horrid state – red paint blurring her windshield horribly so. No matter how much cleaning fluid or paint thinner she used, there was a pink haze over the glass. Her fingernails ached from how much she scrubbed and picked at the paint the morning after the event.

The universe, however, refused to give her the closure of that night being done for good.

Jimin had been the first one to notice her just a week after the incident at, of all places, school.

Songju Jeil High School: the public high school of the city, not for the extremely rich or the extremely poor. But with its newly funded school building, it had become a beacon of hope for the town. New and old students from varying communities commuted to the school now, split between rooms of prettied walls or aging peeling halls. A toss of the coin if you were placed in the old building versus the shiny new one.

It occurred during lunch time.

The cafeteria was a relic of the older part of the school – covered in linoleum floors, large concrete columns, and beige walls with layered paint. A sea of long blue laminated lunch tables filled the room in uniformed rows. Large windows lined the furthest wall, revealing the gloom of the cloudy spring day and making the huge room rely on the overhead ceiling lamps. The mismatch of yellow-toned fluorescent lights and the newer blue-lit LEDS painted the room in an uneven hue.

Amongst a hum of a conversation between Namjoon and Taehyung, Jimin found himself blurred. In and out of focus like a camera lens. His eyes wandered around the school’s cafeteria, listening to shouts from other teenagers and the overlapping chatter of different stories conveyed with different accents from the neighboring cities, and sometimes, even neighboring regions. It wasn’t rare now to have classmates who lived hours away.

There was no question about it when he spotted her – even though the blaring LED lights above her painted her in a different complexion compared to the roaring warmth of the amber firelight where they met. Alongside that, she looked so different in the school’s navy-blue uniform jacket, white button up, and red skirt – and not the oversized pink hoodie she wore that night a week ago. But that was her. Jimin was certain of it.

With a pressing look in his wide eyes, he nudged Hoseok with his elbow, jabbing into prominent ribs before whispering into the elder’s ear. A laugh of disbelief left Hoseok, a hand raising to cover his heart-shaped grin of amusement. Hoseok drew attention as he always did, drawing the eyes of the others at the table. As he spoke for Jimin, the group searched the lunch room, and Taehyung pointed when they found her, sitting in the corner of the room.

Nari’s dark hair was loose around her face, but they could see her hand twitch as she moved to tuck it behind her ear. Her posture seemed so unfrightening now, but there was the utter reminder of her previous anger in the boys. A guard-dog doesn’t seem docile when its pawing at an owner’s knee.

Seokjin glanced away in nonchalant disregard at the sight of her, his ears burning a pink color. He was frustrated at the way that encounter went – especially since it led to the demise of the most softest blanket he owned. He didn’t care that she was here – if anything, perhaps he could get her into trouble for the mess she caused. But there was the realization that was slow to crawl up his neck in a red hue, that if he did so, he’d be in trouble too. Silence was a good ally to have he decided then.

Jungkook stuttered out something, commenting to the group that he wondered if she’d follow through with calling the police on them. Taehyung rolled his eyes lightly. He didn’t care if she did. It’d be another day hopping in and out of the cops grasp then. But his eyes did wander back to her again.

He had thought about that night a lot these past few days. Thought about her. She was pretty – rageful but pretty. He didn’t even know her name and he was thinking about her in the firelight. He didn’t like that she was angry – Taehyung didn’t like anger. But he liked how strong-willed she was. It was hot. He knew other people would just go home and wipe the paint he sprayed off, but she chased after them. He thought there were sparks in her eyes when she had glared at him from her car, even when she was scolding them. He liked that she had independence, just a bit of chaos like they did.

Namjoon had already called him stupid when he spilled his harmless crush with the group a few days ago. (“I’m just saying she was pretty!” Taehyung defended. “She legit threatened to kick your ass.” Namjoon called back with his eyes rolling. “Do you want a girl kicking your ass, Taehyungie?” Seokjin teased from the sidelines. A pillow got thrown at Seokjin quickly as Taehyung scrambled to push at him with laughter on his lips. “Shut up – this hyung!”)

But Taehyung’s crush was minimal, momentary and fleeting. Like most boys’ crushes in high school, it was fickle like the wind. He didn’t know her, and he never would.

Until she was sitting there, only twenty feet away in a bustling cafeteria. Her uniform was in perfect condition, her short hair now pushed behind both ears (annoyance written on her brows when a strand dangled over her eyes once it slipped from its spot.) She looked different Taehyung decided. Her face calmed as soon as the annoying strand of hair listened to her, staying tucked behind pierce-less ears. Lips smooth and focused eyes, she was diligent in scribbling in the notebook besides her meal. Watching her from the corner of his eye, Taehyung could see her pink tongue peeking out every now and then to swipe over her lower lip in thought.

She was alone, fiddling with her chopsticks as they hovered over a lunch box she brought. Her other hand grasped a pen which she scribbled with haphazardly. From here, the group of delinquents could tell she wasn’t waiting for anyone else. There was no glance about for friends or tapping of a foot – she was focused on her work.

Nari had friends, of course. But often times, her workload pushed her away from them. Good grades were the ultimate goal. No, she needed to have amazing grades. She was meant to be a doctor or a lawyer or something like that. Far away from the humble office worker life her father and mother both lived. Her sister, Song Jisoo – who was five years her elder, was already in nursing school. Both her parents pushed her to have high grades in STEM, just like her sister before her.

Eventually though, you ignore enough texts and calls that your friends fade away. Nari knew where they were - even now. They were eating at a table right by the basketball courts. She had looked for them the first day they didn’t show up at their usual table, the same one she sat at alone. She found them there, talking behind her back. Back pressed to the old brick walls of the building, she listened. They called her horrible things – compared her to a robot, little less than that. She was so focused on work that all her hobbies had faded away they said. All she did was study. She didn’t care about them they said. She noticed when the group chat went silent, too. Nari assumed they made another one without her.

It annoyed her that she did miss them. It was her fault – but was it really her fault? She had to study. In life you had only one chance at making it. And you needed good grades. It was just too hard to balance school, work, and life. They didn’t. Jiwoo, Sungho, Chanmi, and Eunmi didn’t excel – but they were her childhood friends. They knew how much she had to work to keep up in certain subjects. It annoyed her that they didn’t understand. It hurt when she felt a tingle of hope when they pass to go to their spot outside. She held that bitterness close to her chest ever since. She didn’t turn to look as they pass now. It’d been six months since they stopped talking to her.

Nari was used to being alone. Used to the anger that tickled the back of her brain, at the frustration that nipped at her veins, and the anxiety of “not enough” echoing in her bones. She buried it in notes and textbooks. She’d read; she’d study; she’d take extra shifts; she’d write in her journal. She can feel fine. Anything to keep the loneliness and anger done when it crept up her throat like indigestion. For now, it was just her, her banana milk yogurt, her lunchbox, and her chemistry notes. She never spotted the figure approaching her table, too immersed in her small life of a world.

Yoongi was the one who stood up suddenly and left the group that was whispering at the table. Words spoken over one another – all about a girl. Some were teasing Taehyung for his crush. Laughing at that night’s activities from the traffic stop to the earlier smoking session. Wondering aloud if she was going to beat them up or call the police (another voice reassuring the other that wouldn’t happen). Yoongi had enough of it. This girl was going to drive them nuts. They’d just keep talking about her.

His beat-up converse stopped right in front of her, the blue laminated particleboard table and three plastic chairs were the only thing separating them.

“Hey,” his voice was smooth and utterly calm.

Her eyes rose in alarm, startled like a doe. Brown eyes rushing to meet his dark, nearly black eyes. Plump cheeks flushed red, and she nearly did a double take. Nari could recognize his hair anywhere, blue fading into a mint color. He went to her school? How the hell did she not know this? She never saw him before that night but yet here he was in the school uniform – his tie loose around his throat, his jacket, new but unbuttoned and not ironed to a crisp like hers. His hand moved from his trousers’ pocket to wave lightly at her before slyly moving his shoulders aside to show the group of delinquent boys only a few tables away, trying their best not to look like they were staring at her and Yoongi.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered out, head rolling back to stare at the ceiling. Her chopsticks were stuck straight down into her clump of rice in her lunchbox. Her mind raced to the worst scenario. This was it. She was going to get into actual trouble for her stupidity. The one time she let herself be free and angry.

“Shit,” she added after a moment.

That made Yoongi laugh, the noise come from his throat in a low staccato.

“You’re going to kick our ass, right?” he queried, his tone almost lazy. He knew there was no threat as she moved her gaze back to his. If she cared about social status, she’d feel the glances of the cafeteria around them. Why was one of the academic achievers speaking to someone barely passing Literature class? Nari didn’t feel the murmurs; she was zoned in on the blue-haired boy.

She remembered him from that night. His glare was the heaviest of the lot. Too calm and composed but also festering. His eyes said a lot and now they were cool as a cat’s gaze. But a gleam of amusement gleamed.

Her hand rose to pinch the bridge of her nose, cheeks still burning a rosy color. Those words would bite her in the ass. God, what if they reported her to school? She couldn’t have this stain on her record. Nari really couldn’t. Eyes shutting for a moment, she opened them.

There wasn’t a hint of begging in her face. For some reason, Yoongi had expected her to grovel. She seemed too good. Too high strung. Instead, she let out a laugh - a bit nervous and a bit too sharp to be seen as lovely. Her tongue prodded at the corner of her mouth in subtle annoyance at her past self’s words before she met his gaze steadily.

“Listen, let’s just forget about it,” she grunted out, her tone serious – even if she raised a hand to wave it, as if brushing over the topic. “You guys were drunk or high or whatever illegality you guys were doing; I was tired and angry.”

Her gaze stayed locked with his. There was a long pause. Amusement slowly pooled into his eyes even more, crickling the edges of his eyes, yet his still calm expression and straight-faced lips didn’t shift. There was the ache of the word ‘please’ on her tongue, but it never tumbled out.

He pushed himself up from the table – when had he leaned forward, half of his body hovering over it?

“Mmhmm,” he hummed simply, eyeing her with a tilt of his head before turning on his heel. “Bye, crazy girl,” he called over his shoulder.

When he settled back down with his group, they all jumped onto Yoongi despite the stare of a blush-faced girl twenty feet away. What did you say, hyung? What did she say? Was she angry? Why is she red, hyung? That was quick, Yoongs! What happened?

“She isn’t gonna do anything to any of us,” he scoffed. Like she could beat them up? They both were in the wrong; Yoongi knew that. “Forget about it. Forget about her.”

If only it could be that easy.

Taehyung had to admit: she looked cute with blushed cheeks.

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It would’ve been nice if that was the only encounter. Hell, seeing them sitting at their spot every day at lunch made her cheeks flush in embarrassment (much to the secret enjoyment of Taehyung.) She was starting to debate if she should just eat her lunch in the library to avoid their gaze – well, the handful of eyes that still seemed to flicker over to her throughout the lunch period.

Nari knew her temper had gotten the best of her then. She knew she shouldn’t ever threaten violence nor chase after boys in the middle of the night. And now, whenever she caught the eye of one of them, all she felt was stupid. Because she had messed up and somehow was still on their mind. She could feel eyes on her now – and when Nari glanced up, she saw the eyes of the shaggy haired boy shifting away.

What if they were plotting to beat her up instead? Oh, it made her stomach queasy and her hand holding her pencil stumble over her notes. The blue haired guy could throw a punch with how he held himself – calm but like there was something lingering behind his dark eyes. A calm before a storm was never truly calm.

Or maybe the one with pink hair – though it was fading from pink to a bleached orange-blonde now. He looked tall, lanky and not yet grown into his height– his uniform was ill-fitting on him and, for some reason, it made her feel like it was less about the way it was tailored and more about how he held himself or articulated with his facial features. He looked too arrogant sometimes – the way he smiled was the one she saw the fuck boys at school use, even if the dimples made it a bit less greasy.

Lunch time wasn’t the only time she ran into the group. No, it got worse when her literature class got rearranged with the class next door. The professor was away on maternity leave and the school had no substitute teachers available in the district. They made due with shoving more desks into the room until they were pressed tightly next to one another. A small pathway made its way through the old small room that now housed over 40 students.

Nari was surprised no one was cheating – but perhaps that’s because she didn’t cheat. She glanced over her shoulder during tests and felt jittery, never at ease while taking her quizzes. There were so many people, so close. It made the room mucky. She hated it. She hated her arm brushing against someone she didn’t know and she hated how easy it was for someone to look over her shoulder at her answers.

“You got an A+?” a male voice commented, too close to her ear as he leaned over her shoulder to look at her work. She flinched away a bit as her gaze quickly shifted to look at him. Nari recognized him.

Orange-haired boy didn’t look as tough in a school uniform compared to the blue-leather jacket he wore the night she met him. Here, he almost looked bashful. With full plump lips and wide eyes at her small flinch, his hands rose in surrender.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he reassured in a squeak.

Nari scoffed at that.

He looked almost hurt at the sound, brows tilting innocently up to the ceiling.

“I mean it,” his brows pursed together in mild offense. “Sorry about your car,” he added as an after-thought. “Is it any better?”

“No,” Nari said simply. Her hands flatted the paper down on the desk; her nail bed was stained a raw red color from the spray paint still, and it had been a week already since she tried to clean the windshield. “I scrubbed at it for hours, and its still ruined,” she added.

His face looked genuinely sad when she glanced back at him. A soft hum of disappointment left his throat; his pouty lower lip was caught between his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think it’d be that bad.”

All Nari did was shrug. There was an odd air of distance in her. She was mostly still embarrassed about that night. Jimin wasn’t though. He leaned back after a moment and settled in his chair. The chatter around them was settling as the overworked professor made the last round through the crowds, the stack of papers in his hand lessening as he went. Nari glanced back at Jimin as he moved, her gaze brushing over his exam’s grade.

Her brows crinkled, and her own lips pouted a bit. Her hand reached out to turn the paper to face her in a swish.

“You got an A, too,” Nari commented. How come she never knew about him in this class? Like any high achieving student, she usually knew the others who got A’s. Not in friendliness mind you. It was more like a competition. If there was one thing Nari couldn’t turn down, it was a challenge.

Jimin’s cheeks warmed to a pretty pink. “Yeah, I like this class a lot actually.” He commented. “This professor’s a bit different.”

He was part of the other class then. And into literature as well. Some people were good essay writers; others were good literature readers. Nari wasn’t certain which he was yet.

“I’m Park Jimin,” he offered his hand. It was harmless even when she noted the gleam of the many intimidating rings on his hand.

His brown eyes were hopeful and sweet as honey. He didn’t take chance a lot. Hoseok was the outgoing friend; that’s how he became friends with the rest – through Hoseok’s kindness and innate ability to bring people together.

Nari swallowed, eyes shifting to his hand and back to his face.

“Song Nari,” she introduced herself, her smaller hand going to shake his hand softly.

“Are you two done chatting?” The teacher scolded, the pair pulling apart immediately and looking up at the professor. Nari was quick to duck her head down in respect.

“Sorry, professor!” they blurted out in respect.

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Jimin and Nari talked in literature class now. He shared his favorite novels with her; they were usually fantasy stories where the main character was the hero in some distant, far-off world. Or they were manga stories that he scrolled through his phone to show her the titles of. Passion and excitement riddled in his quiet voice, his dialect coming out in rumbles that made his words roll together like the waves of Busan’s shore where he came from.

After every class, they’d walk out together, only for the shaggy haired boy to be leaning on the nearby wall fiddling with his uniform jacket’s sleeves. His hands had the same stains hers did. Splotches of red, blue, and yellow decorated his long tan fingers.

Each time he spotted her, he beamed his boxy smile.

“Hey, crazy girl,” he greeted – picking up the nickname the blue-haired boy used – before he slung his arm around his friend’s shoulder, flashed her a peace sign, and walked off. Every time he enjoyed how her nose twitched and her cheeks warmed to a rosy color of annoyance. He loved making her red – with anger, shyness, or flusterment. Nari looked pretty. But then, he’d be gone, walking toward the rest of his group, towards the storage room they had claimed as their own in a rundown part of the school. That was the extent of their relationship.

It bugged her how he never apologized. At least Jimin did. (She even lamented once when Jimin settled down behind her into his desk – she muttered out that his friend was an unapologetic jerk when she spotted him in the halls and he flashed a peace sign her way over his eye – then winked.) This guy was the reason why her car was damaged and he didn’t even care.

At this rate, she considered Jimin and herself to be school acquaintances. Close enough to ask how their day was going. Not close enough to share each other’s phone numbers with one another for class work. Not that she minded. Nari was busy studying anyways.

Still shaggy haired boy with the fading green highlights – she never got his name – made Nari cross her arms in frustration. A huff escaped her lips. Why did she want him to apologize? It wouldn’t fix anything. Things would be so much easier if they didn’t see each other again.

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Two weeks later, shaggy haired boy met her properly.

“Nari-ah,” he called after her. Even after their few encounters, Nari could pick his voice out in a crowd by now. It was deeper than most boys… and loud.

Turning her head, she saw him running up to her, skipping one and then two stairs to catch up to her. His uniform was askew; his tie was undone and slipping down his shoulders. Classes were done, but, by the wrinkled state of his shirt and lack of a jacket, it was clear he hadn’t been put together all day.

“How’d you learn my name?” Nari commented, her hands grabbing her backpack’s straps as she turned to face him fully.

“We have math together. I sit in the back or I skip… I skip a lot.” There was a beat as he stepped up one more step. She was still two steps ahead of him, but their heights evened out, allowing his eyes to meet hers. “Also, Jiminie told me,” he admitted with a bashful laugh. His smile was boxy and bright. “How’s your car?”

“My windshield is still stained,” Nari bit back, clearly annoyed.

He made a face at that.

“I am sorry,” he said, biting his lower lip. It looked different on him than it did Jimin. “It was for fun.”

There was a satisfaction – curling up her in her chest like a flame. A ghost of smile at the corner of her lips showed itself like a gift to Taehyung. It was worth the apology if she smiled at him. Like a cat, she wanted to preen, fluff in contentment even if his argument still made pin-prickles of annoyance climb up her spine.

“You did it for fun,” she scoffed. But her tone lacked the genuine anger. It was still disapproving though. “You’re lucky no one called the police. I saw that one guy with the dark hair, tall dude – he spat his drink into a car! If that’d been me, I’d be fucking furious.”

The curse left her lips easily. There was a prodding in the back of her head to be more courteous. Ladies didn’t curse, her mother stressed. Academic starlets didn’t curse like sailors. Taehyung laughed lowly.

“Yeah, Hobi was a bit out of it; I think it was the pills and the alcohol,” he commented, scratched the back of his head. His hair floofed up in the back messily.

She tilted her head at him with that information. She wasn’t impressed. Nari didn’t particularly love druggies. Sure, people smoked and got high – she knew that well enough. The streets still smelled like nicotine and addiction. She didn’t want that. Nari turned to start to walk away.

Taehyung could feel his cheeks burn, and his stomach twist with something. Why was he nervous? Why did he not want her to go? She was just another girl. Sure, a pretty girl but there are plenty of pretty girls who like bad boys. She didn’t even like him and his friends. She was mad at them. So why did he care what she thought? In the end, he had fun that night. A mixture of high through his veins and the blurriness of alcohol left him soft and pliant after the chaos. It soothed his aches and pains for just a moment. He had fun. His friends had fun. Here, he was letting her scold him – and now that she was stopping, he still felt bad and wanting.

Wanting for what? - he wasn’t sure.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her before she could descend further up the school stairs. Nari froze, a Mary Jane shoed foot hovering over the stair.

“Let me make it up to you,” Taehyung pleaded lightly.

Her brows quirked, doubtfully raised before she turned to look at him. Her gaze flickered to her hand where his large hand wrapped around her wrist. He let go immediately almost like she burned him, his hands moving to shove themselves into the pockets of his uniformed pants.

“We are having a party. It’ll be fun,” he offered. A beat passed. “Jimin will be there. You guys are friends, right?”

Friends was a hopeful term. She knew his taste in books and online webcomics. That was it.

“I don’t even know your name,” Nari diverted with a humorless laugh, furrowing her brows at him. “Why would you want me at a party?”

It was almost funny if it didn’t feel so weird. She could tell he felt bad – probably because someone finally stood up to him – but there was a such a difference to how he held himself compared to that night and now, somewhat sober (she could smell weed on him) and soft. It was whiplash inducing. There was this chaos in him still she could feel it. When he grabbed her wrist, when he laughed. That wildness when he jumped on her car; a freedom she doubted she ever would feel. Why did he care?

“Because I think if you saw how we were, you wouldn’t think we were these horrible people. And-” he defended before, with a quickness, his hand left his pocket to reach out to her in greeting.

“I’m Kim Taehyung,” he finally introduced himself with a genuine boxy smile that made his eyes scrunch up into half-moons. “Hi,” he added, his voice a rumble.

There was a beat. There was something lingering like a fleeting phantom smell you remembered when you were young reappearing again. Chasing after it only to lose it before you can discover what it was from. A thought escaping your brain just as you try to grasp onto it. A cliffhanger. Seeing him like this made her bones tingled with that feeling. Despite all her frustration of a ruined car windshield, despite her fear that she’d be reported for threat of violence, despite the fact she never went to parties (let alone with delinquent boys), she grasped his hand and gave it a shake, sealing her fate and agreeing to a party invite.

“Song Nari.”

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Days later, Taehyung had caught her after math class – the math class they supposedly shared but she never saw him in. His hand caught her arm as he tugged her towards the lockers away from the outpour of students from other classes. He was close as he spoke, his person smelling like bubblegum and weed. He must run off to smoke during that class session.

He told her the details. It was going to be a casual party at his friends’ dad’s place this Friday. His dad was never there, so it was free reign. Nari did have the fluttering thought that this was a strange prank – one to humiliate or scare her. But the way Taehyung bounced lightly on the balls of his feet like an excited golden retriever reassured her a bit. His excitement plus her loneliness equated a bad decision as she began to type down the apartment address into her phone.

“Do I need to worry about spiked shit?” Nari partially joked – partially. She got the hint they weren’t always clever. Spiked punch at a party wouldn’t be a shocker, but it wasn’t welcomed for her.

“Nah, we already have weed, soju, cigarettes. No need to hide it or mix it into stuff,” he replied simply with a shrug, his thumb sliding over his beat up smart-phone’s screen. As if sensing her tentative nature – the way her breath caught for a moment too long as she glanced at him, Taehyung’s gaze rose to look at her. “It’ll be fun I promise.”

Genuineness. His dark almond eyes reflected genuineness in the shadows of the bustling hallway.

Weed, soju, and cigarettes. Not at all her scene. She’d probably have a drink ( she had drank once or twice – mostly, from her sister handing her a beer she couldn’t finish ). But that would be it. At this rate, she couldn’t say no… could she? Not when he smiled so brightly…

Gosh, what was wrong with her? These guys were obviously bad news. A different crowd. And here she was walking willingly into one of their houses. Taehyung’s boxy smile was to blame she reasoned. It felt too sweet sometimes it surprised her to remember when he literally illegally spray painted her car now. A mixture of emotions would clash when she recalled that after these encounters – especially after school as she stared through her rose-tinted windshield to return home.

Finishing typing the address into her Notes app, Nari lightly nodded, biting down the uncertainty into the back of her mouth. Taehyung reached out to grab her phone from her hands. He swiped it with ease, making her eyes bulge.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, hands shooting outwards to grab it back – which he easily countered by raising the phone above his head; his height over her gave him an advantage. His brows raised and his eyes widened dramatically at her – challenging her like that night so many weeks ago before he rose his other arm up to type away on her phone. Tilting his jaw up, he watched the screen as he fended her off.

“Taehyung,” Nari grabbed at his arm, strong tendons flexed under her fingertips but he didn’t budge as he continued typing.

“There,” Taehyung said after a moment, a grin flashing onto his face.

Handing back her phone, Nari could see the screen relaying what he did shining bright back at her. His number was inputted in her contacts under the name “Taehyung-Oppa.” It made her snort.

“How old are you, again? You aren’t older than me, right?” he queried, leaning back against the beat-up forgotten lockers of the secluded hallway.

“You aren’t my oppa,” she laughed as she clicked on the contact and shifted the name to read “Just Taehyung.” Again, his brows twitched in a challenge before his grin burned brighter.

“When’s your birthday?” he prompted.

“August,” she replied. His confidence faltered a bit as he realized she was indeed his elder – but he wanted to be her elder. He couldn’t imagine calling her noona. Not when she was so cute and small and fiery.

Clearing his throat, he nodded his chin towards her phone, switching brainwaves. “Just in case you get lost,” Taehyung gave as an explanation for his number.

“Uh-huh,” Nari replied with a raised brow.

His own phone vibrated in his pocket, making him tug it free. Checking it out before letting out an exclamation of a ‘yeah!’

“I’ve got to go. Hyung got pizza,” Taehyung beamed. He really was like a golden retriever, getting this excited over food. He paused, pointing at her phone with a serious look suddenly.

“Text me,” he near commanded.

But then he was off, rushing into the slowly dissipating crowds of students in the hall. She watched as he rounded the stairwell, skipping every two steps as he went.

These boys always seemed to be running off as soon as they appeared. Nari sighed out, dragging a hand through her hair. Scratching at her scalp, she huffed again. A group of delinquents… and her. At a party.

It wasn’t what she pictured the day the blue-haired kid crept over to her table and asked if she was going to uphold her threat.

Was she stupid for wanting to go still?

Probably.

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Blackmail | KTH

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Synopsis: being part of their staff meant you had to be around them all the time, Taehyung has a checklist of all the girls he slept with and filmed and you were next on the list, as he lures you using several ways one of them being actually showing you the content he films, before you finally give in and he actually films you to tick you off of his list. Little do you know it’s the biggest mistake ever.

Disclaimer: events and incidents in this fiction are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This does not resemble Taehyung’s character whatsoever.

“He’s probably late over something stupid.” One of the hairstylists huffs blowing her fringe off of her face.

Nothing new really, you’re so sick of hearing her whine all the time, as if she’s not aware of how hectic the schedule is especially during their tour, not only the schedule is all over the place, they usually get sick and exhausted during this time so they do deserve to rest for an hour longer at least.

Of course you rolled your eyes and sometimes you would actually leave the entire room the second she starts whining and radiating negative energy to the entire staff, once she starts nagging, the energy shifts right away since over half of the staff don’t like her.

You were able to manage though and got used to it since you’ve been working with her for a couple years now, you figured out a way to reduce your chances of a headache. The moment she starts whining you take your airpods out of your pocket and put them on, blasting the music really high up and totally caring less if you couldn’t hear people around you.

Your job was quite sensitive, it took you years to get to where you are right now, you had to be there all the time whether it was broadcasts, practice or even listening parties or stupid birthday parties, you were always there with them.

And being with them for a few years now made you all really close, you understand their characters very well and it’s nothing like what people see on TV or their phone screens, they’re still human after all, and most importantly, they’re still men.

It’s four in the afternoon and time is ticking, the concert is supposed to be started by 9 in the evening and they’re still not here, and there was still a sound check and practice that had to be done first, you were really behind on schedule. You see the girls standing up at the same time which makes you lower down the music.

You hear footsteps coming from the end of the aisle and the staff are all on standby which means that they’re finally here, you take your spot near your station and put your airpods back in their case ready to start on Taehyung’s face.

Your work suited his face the best, of course you’d work on everyone’s face if they needed you to cover for someone, but you were really skilled and your talent suited his features the most. You’ve been working on Taehyung for a couple months now.

He gets into the room and yanks his top off, a view you’re used to the entire time whether it was him or any of them, he throws himself onto the chair and looks at you once before looking at his reflection in the mirror. “How are you?” A forced smile lingers on his face.

“Good, how are you?” You smile under your face mask, he nods his head. “Sleep deprived, but I should make it.”

“Fingers crossed.” You cross your own fingers and put a headband around his head to get his hair off of his face, he’s growing his hair really tall that he’s tying it in a man bun most of the time. “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not planning to cut it off.”

He’s smarter than what people think, you giggle and nod. “I think it looks good on you.” You finally pump some primer onto your hand and start dabbing it onto the skin of his face.

You know people envy you for your job, and in fact you’re really happy with it because it pays really well along with other privileges. Their fans probably envy you the most and you know they look really good but you’re not attracted to any of them in any possible way. You spent so much time with them that they feel like colleagues.

After all, you and them work for the same company.

He takes his phone out and dims the brightness as he starts rapidly texting someone, his leg anxiously moving up and down, you’re used to that too, he must be nervous or tired.

It was peak summer and the weather was suffocating, the humidity and the heat together forced everyone to either wear less clothes or constantly keep the air conditioners turned on, but in your case you had to chose both because you cannot stand the heat, and you get really embarrassed if you got sweaty.

And honestly your top was driving you insane, it was really lose that it kept going down your shoulder, and whenever you would move to grab a brush or anything, it would slip down your shoulder and reveal your bra straps, you can’t keep holding onto it the entire time because you needed both your hands while you’re working, so once you adjust your top it would slip back down your shoulders in seconds.

It kept happening over and over before Taehyung notices, a smug smirk sits on his face before he runs his index finger over the collar of your shirt. “I love your shirt.” And you playfully slap his hand off and grab him by his chin to throw his head back, dabbing contour onto his jaw line. “Thank you, I got it when we were in Vegas last year.”

He moves his head down again to look at your plain white top as if it was his first time seeing this excessive amount of skin, he’s totally checking out your tits and cleavage that appeared whenever your shirt fell down your shoulder. “Oh I miss Vegas.”

“You do?” You push his head back again and he finally gives in. “I enjoyed shopping there.”

“Other magical stuff can happen in Vegas if you know what I mean.” He winks at you which makes you force a laugh. “Says the one who spent his entire time at the hotel.”

“Exactly.” He simply agrees before looking around making sure no one is listening before signaling you to come closer and you do, and he whispers. “I spent two nights with four different women.”

You’re used to so many weird things from the seven boys, but this is a first for you. You look around worriedly hoping that no one over heard him, your body tenses and you feel the need to escape this weird topic. “It was an iconic concert though.”

He scoffs before whispering again. “Girl fuck the concert, four different whores in two nights, it was an experience out of this world.”

“Taehyung.” Your voice stern and serious when you stop him. “You know this isn’t allowed, and you’re being a little loud right now.”

He waves his hand before he looks you dead in the eye. “We do this all the time, nothing is not allowed.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s always you men bragging about stuff like that.”

And he even dares to look around the room again. “There are 13 different women in this room right now, I slept with like.. 9 of them.”

Your shirt drops down your shoulder again but you’re too occupied working on the face in front of you that’s been blabbering nonstop about things that are making you severely uncomfortable. “This is totally not okay.”

“Says who.” His eyes pierce through your cleavage. “Sometimes girls beg me to sleep with them, and I can’t let them down can I?”

“You’re lying.” Your fingers start working faster still making sure the makeup that sits on his face is flawless, you’re wishing this conversation would end fast.

“I can show you if you want to.” He raises an eyebrow in challenge and you giggle thinking in your head that he’s totally joking, but he probably isn’t.

“No thanks I’m good.” You finally put on some lip tint and spray his face with a setting spray. “You’re good to go.”

He gets up but his eyes are still focused onto your chest, a little uncomfortable space between you two as he puts his hands in his pockets. “If you still don’t believe me go ask Namjoon or Jungkook, they spent the night with someone and they could probably tell you about it.”

“Why are you insisting on proving it to me?” You frown and walk a step back, “I’m not interested in finding out more.”

He shrugs carelessly. “I wanted to do you a favor, maybe the nine I fucked in this room can finally be ten, by then I’ll have only three left.” He laughs, totally proud of the joke he said, if that’s even considered a joke.

You scrunch your nose and hit his chest playfully, you kind of wished you did it harder though before you tell him. “Shut up, get away.”

He takes another step closer and hooks his finger to the collar of your shirt to reveal your chest that’s only covered with a bra.

“I know the female body really well, and I know women really like having their tits sucked, have you ever had your tits sucked before?”

This time you push him harder and hug your shirt closer to your chest. “You’re crossing the limits Taehyung. Get away.”

He laughs playfully and feigns innocence before tapping your nose. “You’re so cute do you know that? I’ll see you on the break, maybe you should do some thinking until then.”

Mira the hairstylist pushes Taehyung back onto his chair and takes the headband off of his head, you reorganize the makeup into the makeup bag when you overhear him asking her. “Are you feeling better today?”

Mira sounds flustered when she answers him. “Shut up.”

Maybe he did actually fuck over half of the girls around this room, this man is unbelievable.

As soon as the first part of the concert ended they moved backstage again to change and have their makeup retouched, you knew he was going to start the awkward talk again so you put your airpods on and pretended to be listening to music even if you weren’t. His eyes were piercing through your entire body the whole time.

He takes out his phone and opens the gallery to purposely open a video he filmed, he could see that you were watching his screen so he turns up the brightness on his phone.

In the video was a naked girl on her knees in front of him, her hands tied behind her back and her makeup was smudged, she was begging him to make her cum . And he was caressing her cheek and putting his thumb between her lips.

Your facial expressions change and you find yourself cringing, he looks at you and bats his eyelashes. “I told you.”

“Taehyung, this is wrong on so many levels.” You push his face to the side to work on his makeup.

“It isn’t, I promise.” He shakes his head. “I promise you no one will ever know. We can spend a couple nights together and that’s it, no strings attached.”

And you immediately refuse. “Absolutely not.”

“Are you close with any of the girls around here?” He asks and you’re a little taken back at his question. “Yeah?”

“Who?”

“Luna I guess.” You name one of the girls while shrugging and he scoffs, before exiting the video on his phone and scrolling through it to open another video.

In it you see Luna one of your closest friends in the company, blindfolded in a bed and Taehyung’s face is in between her legs as he’s eating her out. Is it really okay to mess around?

“You can’t be serious.” You gasp. “Is it only you or do the other guys do the same?”

“I don’t care, but if you have your eye on someone I could hook you two up together or something.” He shrugs and your jaw visibly drops. “You are unbelievable Kim Taehyung.”

“Wait until you try me in bed. I’m a fucking god.” He confidently speaks and you’re shocked, you’ve known the man for years but this is totally new for you. “Name someone else.” He exits the video on his phone before you shake your head. “No thanks, I don’t think I wanna see anymore.”

He locks his phone and leans his head back onto the chair while crossing his arms. “Just think it through and I promise you won’t regret it.”

“It seems to me like you’re the one begging for sex.” You force a smirk, his eyes meet yours for a couple seconds and he mirrors your smirk. “What if I was?”

“You’re getting nothing anyway.” You shrug. “You’re done, get up.”

“Oh I get it.” He remains in his seat. “Are you attracted to someone else? Let me guess, is it Jungkook? All women have something for that jerk.”

“I can’t deny he’s cute. But nope.”

“Is it Seokjin?” He tilts his head. “No, is it Jimin? Do you have a kink for cute guys or something?”

You roll your eyes and turn your head to walk away before he grabs your wrist. “Can you make my lips a little darker please?”

You look around trying to find the lip brush before dabbing some color onto his lips. “I’ve been told that I was good with my mouth, I just care about you so much I feel the need to make you experience it.”

“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes and put the lip brush away, he rises up on his feet while laughing, “Alright I promise I’m done, but I just want you to think it through, you won’t regret it.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m changing my mind.” You clean up your station, he brushes his entire body against your back and whispers. “Will you be there tomorrow on the episode filming?”

“Well I guess unfortunately I’m always there.” You flinch in your spot and immediately take a step back. “Taehyung please stop touching me like that.”

“Alright.” He takes a step back and whispers. “I have a surprise for you tomorrow, I promise you will love it.”

“Then maybe I should call sick.” You look at his reflection through the mirror, he smirks and high key stares down at your ass, a second away from actually groping it in front of the entire staff and his band mates. “So I’m guessing you don’t like surprises.”

“From you? Nope.” You turn to face him, realizing you’re sandwiched between him and the mirror behind you, “May I?” You clear your throat, trying to find a way to get away from him, he stands next to you and gives you enough space to walk out of the room, his eyes still locked onto your ass, thank god it was summer time and thank god for biker shorts. Taehyung was suffering when he can clearly see the outline of your panties through your shorts and he can’t do anything about it.

Your rejection only makes him insist more and Taehyung grew up spoiled, people got him everything he wanted, and if they didn’t, he made sure to get it in his own way. So your rejection doesn’t really matter to him. He will have you eventually.

Even if you said no.

It’s the next day and you were already on the set, luckily one of the other stylist couldn’t make it so you had to work with Namjoon and Jimin instead. You could clearly see Taehyung’s eyes staring at your reflection in the mirror even when he’s three chairs away. You roll your eyes when he winks at you and he even dares to blow a cheap kiss. Your friend Leah who’s been working on his face rolls her eyes too and stands in the way.

“Do you wanna put your lenses on?” You ask Namjoon, he takes one look at the mirror and shrugs. “I don’t feel like putting lenses on, what do you think?”

“You’d look good both ways, but maybe I should put more eye makeup on if you’re not putting lenses on, is that okay?” You fish out another palette and show him the colors and he nods. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“Of course. Y/N’s so good you have no idea.” Taehyung gets up from his chair and walks towards you. “You’re lucky she listens to you, I tried suggesting things to her but she kept saying no.”

Namjoon scoffs and grabs out his phone. “It’s because she’s smart.” Does he know about his friend?

“Don’t you want to know about the surprise?” He puts one of his hands in his pockets and takes a step closer to you, his other hand picking onto your top, even sneaking a look under it. Practically there was nothing to see, the studio they were filming in was freezing cold so you had an extra layer on. You subtly push his hand away and look back at Namjoon’s face trying to finish him up. It was basically impossible with Taehyung distracting you.

He takes another step closer this time his body almost touching yours as he whispers. “I’ll be waiting for you in the parking lot after we’re done filming, please come.”

You sigh and look at him, this can’t end up will and it won’t. His personality specifically scares you and you could swear the man was bipolar in some sort, when sometimes he’s all flirty and shit, and all of a sudden he claims this character that’s so innocent and cute which doesn’t really suit him.

“I’ll think about it.” You put the brush down and tap Namjoon’s shoulder. “What do you think?”

“It looks great, thank you.” He barely smiles and immediately leaves his chair to go and lay down on the nearest couch. You turn your head back to put the brush back into the makeup bag and Taehyung is still standing there. His eyes still scanning your entire body.

He’s a man with a plan, and honestly he knew exactly how he wants to have you. He scans you head to toe, your hair that he wants to pull on while he’s pounding into you uncontrollably, your lips and neck that he cannot wait to bite into. The way you bite your lip when you’re anxious or when you try to hide a laugh always ignited him.

Your chest, fuck he can easily tell the color of your bras and he even knows when you do your laundry, he knows exactly when are the days you wear on your sports bra, or the days you switched to your black bra that perfectly highlighted your tits. Although he grew to be a fan of your pastel pink bra that makes the color of your skin pop, he admires how the cups hug onto your big tits and this bra’s straps particularly keep sliding down your small shoulders.

He moves down to your waist and hips, the outline of your panties through your pants were like a gift from god to him, he would purposely drop things down on the floor just to watch you pick it back up, and those days would usually end up with him either hooking up with someone just to let it out of his system, or just jerk it off alone in his place.

Your juicy ass is going to be the death of him, he would sometimes sneak into the gym at the company just to watch you jog in your tights, satiating his eyes and scratching an itch inside him just to watch it jiggle right before his eyes.

During their tours he would constantly grab your handbag into his hotel room, making an excuse that your handbags look alike even when they aren’t even remotely close to being similar. He would lock the door right away and rummage through your clothes just to fish out all your panties and jerk off to them, one being around his cock and the other one near his nose and lips, sniffing and inhaling whatever is left onto them of your smell, even though they were washed, but he convinced himself that this is how you smell. It was really erotic.

And before you notice your bag missing, he would quickly take pictures of your panties just for him to keep and return them to your bag and switching it out with his. He lost control so many times and “Accidentally” Shot his seed onto your panties, and with the small span of time he had, he had to return them soiled into your handbag.

Which when you discovered it was already dried up, you huffed and the naïve you thought it was the bottle of your conditioner blew up or something, which if you think harder and open your eyes, it was only one soiled panty.

Taehyung had a goal, and growing up not being surrounded by many women in his life, he’s compensating but in an abnormal way, he has hooked up with over half the women who work in your company and it was your turn and he wanted to have you just so he can check your name on the list and tick it done.

“We’re starting in 10 minutes.” The producer announces which snaps Taehyung out of his thoughts. “So did you pack for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, aren’t you excited?” You genuinely ask, you packed up your carry on the night before since you’re all heading to Osaka tomorrow for their tour. You can’t deny you love your job, you get to travel all over the world with them and you even get paid for it. But little do you know, there will be a price you have to pay.

“Oh yeah, even when it’s just for one day but I love Osaka.” He looks behind you and you follow his eyesight to find one of the stylists wearing short shorts that her lower butt cheek was clearly visible to everyone. You look back at Taehyung to see him still glancing at her ass with his head tilted. “Oh my god Taehyung, stop.”

He laughs and takes his phone out. “Come take a look. Her ass didn’t look like that when she was naked.” You debate for a second but you’re human after all and you’re a little curious, you stand next to him and watch him dig through a locked folder on his phone, scrolling up for a good two minutes before he finds the picture.

It was that stylist laying flat on the bed face down, her hand tied behind her back and her bare ass was sore read, clearly spanked and fucked until she passed out. And he was right, her ass didn’t look the same when she was naked. “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean that this isn’t wrong.”

“Hey, if it makes you feel better I get their consent before I do anything.” He scrolls up again. “Wanna see something else? Look, this is her.”

He hands you one of his airpods and you put it on, and he starts a video of her down on her knees, her eyes blood red, clearly she was either drunk or high, and she was begging him to slap her on the face with his thumb into her mouth.

“Shit.. Please daddy, please spank me and make me yours.”

“Good girl, are you going to be daddy’s little whore and beg more?”

“Please spank your little whore on the face, it feels so fucking good when you do that, please spank me.”

And he slaps her hard on the cheek enough to make her hair fall on her face, but she immediately looks back at him and begs him to do it again and again and he does. And you can’t help but to notice the tip of his cock showing in the video. “How does getting slapped on the face feel good? I don’t get it.”

“Shh-“ He notices your voice getting a little higher and opens up another video. “You shouldn’t knock it till you try it, every girl I’ve been with said it felt amazing.”

“Do you think you would enjoy getting slapped on the face?” You ask, blinking your eyes a couple of times, he smirks and locks his phone. “I haven’t tried yet, but I’m willing to try it with you if you want to, maybe you can slap me on the face while you’re riding my dick, we’ll see if it feels good.”

Your face flushes at his explicit mentions of sex, you hit him on the arm and turn away from him, packing your kit into the makeup bag and taking a seat finally. And your flushed cheeks are considered as a good sign to him, he’s getting there and he’s slowly sinking his claws in to have you eventually.

The episode they’re filming took them a little over eight hours, you’re already packed and ready to leave and you hesitate actually going down to the parking lot, it’s almost an hour after filming and you’re not sure he’s still in the building or not.

The elevator stops at -1 and you make your way out, the entire floor is near empty and you can only spot around four cars parked around the floor, and all of them seem empty, except for the Genesis Suv that’s parked way back in the corner that flashes it’s lights repeatedly. It’s him.

You make your way there and reach your hand to the door handle and try to open it but it’s locked. Quite a trashy move of him to actually call you over and forget his car locked. You roll your eyes when he unlocks the car and you go inside. “What?”

“What?” He mocks you and locks his car again, “How was your day?”

“Taehyung just make it quick will you? We have a flight to catch tomorrow and I’m nowhere near ready—“ You’re interrupted by him shushing you and grabbing your purse away from you to put in the back seat. He reaches his entire body to the car floor and takes out a little box that’s wrapped in a tiny velvety ribbon. “This is my surprise for you.”

You’re intrigued. Your gaze meets his for a split second before you reject the box. “I can’t take gifts from you.”

He doesn’t even argue as he offers you the box again. “Hey, you don’t have to open it now if you want to.” He puts the box down onto your lap and leans his arm on the middle console. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning and you’ll tell me what you think, deal?”

You’re even more intrigued and you’re getting more curious to actually find out what’s inside, and why would he actually stay after schedule just to hand you this gift? You even shake the box while suspiciously maintaining eye contact with him which makes him smirk. You can only hear one thing clicking in the box and you can’t quite put a finger on it and figure out what it is?

“Alright, whatever. Are you going to drive me to my place or what?” You already put your hand on the door handle ready to leave the car. “No I can’t I’m sorry, I have a place to be, I can get you to the bus stop if you want to.” He just says that out of pity. What a douche.

“No thank you, I’ll walk there.” You squint your eyes before you leave the car, he doesn’t even wait for you to walk out of the building and he drives away fast, he really is a douche.

Public transportation wasn’t a big deal for you anyway, the ride home on the bus was very therapeutic to you, you usually keep your headphones on and listen to an audio book on your way back to clear your mind, or you would usually catch up with your friends on the group chat or something.

Sometimes you would even fall asleep if it was an exhausting day, but on your trip home tonight you were anticipating getting to your studio apartment so much, not that you’re greedy for the gift or anything, but you’re just curious why he so suddenly decided on giving you a gift that actually looks expensive.

You get there after a 40 minute trip and you finally get into your flat, not even taking your shoes off you rush to your couch and put the box down and untie the little dainty velvety ribbon, you take the top of the box off and you only see a few wrapping papers covering what seems to be a clothing item. You take it out and you feel your entire body heat up. It’s a costume.

No no, not any costume, it’s a little too slutty to be an actual costume. It’s a black leather one piece with spaghetti straps, a really low neck line that you know no one’s chest will ever fit in them. Not only that, but a pair of black lace stockings and suspenders, and a choker.

What in hell..

You put them down on the couch beside you and dig deeper into the box to find cat ears headband and a.. What the actual fuck.

A butt plug?

You cannot believe him, you put the blame on yourself for actually listening to him and meeting him up in the parking lot, and you shouldn’t have accepted the gift in the first place, he’s an actual man whore.

You scrunch up the entire outfit in a messy ball and throw it back in the box, before closing it and throwing it near your door on the floor, so you can pick it up and throw it in the trash in the morning.

A mini-van is supposed to collect all the girls up from their places and head to the airport, and of course you’re late. Last night’s sleep was horrendous, you couldn’t stop overthinking about the little trashy gift you got from the trashy man. You cannot believe some girls actually idolize this man.

“Y/N, if we miss the flight we have to book one ourselves.” Mira shouts as you hurriedly close your carry on and struggle to put on your pair of sneakers. You look at the trash near your door and sigh. “Damn it. I have to take the trash out.”

“Nope, you’re not taking anything out, I’m not willing to pay anything extra for the job I cannot stand.” She’s slowly losing her patience and so are you. You forget about the trash and get out of your place and lock your door.

The moment you get to the airport it’s already chaotic. Their schedule has been up since last week to the public and their fans know that they’re going out for tour, so they’re waiting there to hand them gifts and handmade letters. Again you cannot believe the image he shows to people of him when you know his true personality.

And boy was he good at faking an entire persona, you have no idea what girls think of him but fuck he’s nowhere near how girls imagine him. A trashy human being that you could swear reeks like sex the entire time. He looks like he woke up with a hangover so you guess he was probably with someone last night and he was onto something.

He notices your existence amid all the chaos when you all get up to the lounge to have your breakfast even when you could’ve waited to get to Japan to eat, the trip wasn’t that far away. You grab yourself a cup of coffee and stack up food on your plate, you know you won’t have the time to eat later so you decide on fueling up early today.

“Good morning.” He puts his coffee down on the same table you’re sitting around and you sigh before looking around. Relax Y/N, you cannot make a scene.

“Good morning.” You proceed on eating, you cannot let him ruin your morning this quickly.

“So, what do you think?” He crosses his legs and tilts his head towards you. “The moment I saw the costume I knew I had to buy it for you.”

“Mhm, truly says a lot about your character, a trashy gift from someone like you.” You don’t beat around the bush. He laughs and leans towards you to whisper. “Please tell me you got it in your luggage.”

“Nope, I’m getting rid of it—“

He shrugs right away. “Then I’ll buy you another one.”

A moment of silence fills the air when your gaze meets his for a couple seconds, he pulls his chair closer to yours and takes his phone out which makes you whine. You know he’s going to show you more of his kinky NSFW content and it’s really uncomfortable for you to watch it. “Look, I don’t know how I can explain this better for you, but trust me. It is okay for things like that to happen in this field.”

“Just because everyone’s doing it doesn’t mean it’s right.” There you go, a girl with standards.

“I swear it is okay.” He pulls his chair even closer and now his shoulder is rubbing against yours when he whispers. “Y/N baby, us men are totally different. You girls can go around without sex for ages and you won’t even care. But men have this sexual energy that they need to let out one way or another.”

This is really disgusting.

“And people like us need to be careful on who to hook up with, and you girls are the safest because we work together.” He shrugs. “Not only us, every idol in the country has to do so.”

Of course it’s partially right, but you’re genuinely confused on why wouldn’t he just get a girlfriend instead of bitching around with plenty of women.

“You know, the idea itself is not that acceptable, but I can understand. But why do you film them? For the love of god you have an entire folder on your phone dedicated to this content. I mean, why do you have to film them when you have them right there in front of you?”

“Good question.” He nods. “You know how some people try and discover themselves, they sometimes dig around here and there trying to find out what actually turns them on, and you know they try and discover their preferences?”

“Are you trying to mansplain what kinks are?” You proceed on eating. “So is that your kink? You like filming women?”

“It’s more fun than the actual thing to me. And the times I made myself cum to the videos I created are countless. It’s fucking sexy.” He grits on his teeth and puts an arm around your chair. You’re getting uncomfortable with him not leaving you enough amount of personal space. “I love watching them looking at the camera and begging to be fucked and just submit to me.”

“And they’re all okay with being filmed?” You ask him and he nods right away. “Now they know what I like, and now they ask me to film them. What about you?”

“No, I’m good thank you.” You answer right away and put down your fork when you’ve fully wiped your plate clean.

“No, I mean what kinks do you have? Have you tried discovering what your preferences are?” He asks, twirling a strand of your hair in his hand, you can feel his breath against your ear when he whispers. “What was it like being fucked the first time?”

It takes you a moment to answer but you eventually do. “I don’t remember what it was like, it was long ago, but I don’t recall it being fun.”

“First time is always awkward.” He nods. “What about the second time?”

You shrug one shoulder and cross your arms. “I don’t think of sex the way you do. I mean I’ve had sex multiple times with different partners, but I think it’s a little overrated.”

“Overrated?” He’s offended. His hand sits on his chest. “You think sex is overrated?”

“Okay chill.” You get up on your feet to refill your coffee and he follows you. “I just don’t find it as fun and as pleasuring as people claim it is.”

“It’s because you haven’t had it with the right person.” He defends right away. “Oh my god did you even cum before?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, maybe.”

He’s interrupted by your gate opening, their carryon luggage is carried and already loaded inside and the rest of the staff is starting to board. “This isn’t finished yet. I’ll see you when we get to our hotel.”

“Whatever Taehyung, don’t make a big deal out of this.” You push him away to grab your bag and get in line. “It is a big deal.” He argues one last time and gets in line and boards the plane.

You have no idea what went through you, but the entire flight you were rethinking your conversation with him and you find yourself slowly getting convinced about the idea generally. You really surprised yourself when you hum out loud, thinking that you are getting curious to try and spend one night with him.

Do girls actually want to sleep with him because he’s good? Or because he’s an idol and that’s like literally a fetish to some people.

You cannot deny he’s really good looking, he’s really charming on camera but even the camera doesn’t do him any justice, he was perfectly sculpted in real life and way more attractive than people think. But it’s just his recurrent sexual behavior that’s been setting you off. You find yourself cringing.

The entire plane has been booked for Bangtan and their staff. Them with their managers, security, filming staff, directors, producers, engineers, stylists and makeup artists of course, editors. Everyone on this plane knew each other.

It was a little noisy to begin with since some are catching up and some are chatting, so you put your earphones on the entire flight, and right when your third song on your playlist ended and the fourth one is about to start, you over hear the girls behind you.

“You need to cover for me when we get there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can barely stand on my feet, and I’m really sore from last night.”

“Who did you spend the night with? I thought you were inviting me.”

“Taehyung and Jungkook. I passed out at the end.”

“You’re kidding.”

So it is normal for girls to actually sleep with them and go around telling their friends like it’s totally okay. It’s starting to feel like a whore house, and it probably is.

You peak your head to look towards Jungkook and Taehyung, both of them are sleeping and even snoring. Of course they’re tired when they spend the previous night with the same girl. This is so fucked up.

Not long after you all get to the hotel to spend the only free hour you get before your day starts and you all head to the stadium for rehearsals. You’re surprised that the entire hotel is booked for the staff too and you luckily get your own room with one single bed, but who are you to complain? You always hated having roommates, so one bed is way better than having a roommate.

Right when you’re about to close the door a foot stops it from moving any further which startles you for a second before you open the door again. Of course it’s him, who’s been digging deep and moving around asking stylists which room you got. “Oh come on.” You whine.

“Can I come in?” He so politely and innocently asks, for a second you’d doubt he’s the same person who showed you an entire folder of girls begging him to do stuff to them. He doesn’t even step a foot further inside your room before you huff and roll your eyes. “Come in.”

He takes one last look to the corridor and walks in, the door automatically locking when it closes.

“What’s up?” You act occupied as you take out your skin care products to put onto the dresser. He plops down onto your bed and grabs the pillow to put under his head. “We have unfinished business.”

“Taehyung, don’t you take no for an answer?” You don’t even spare him a glance.

“Hey, If it makes you feel any better, I’m your friend and colleague, we’re around the same age, consider this as a friend helping another friend.” He shrugs and talks as if it’s that easy. “And if it makes you comfortable, I’m not filming you if you don’t want to.”

“Oh yeah, because filming me was the only problem.” You turn your head to the little coffee machine in the corner of your room and make yourself a cup, he doesn’t argue back which makes you wonder why, you turn your head and he’s literally digging into your handbag and taking out one of your bras.

“Kim fucking Taehyung.” You snatch your bra away from him. “Get out.”

“I knew you were a C cup.” He gets up onto his feet. “Look, I’m sorry if this made you uncomfortable, but I don’t know why you’re really over thinking it. It’s just a one time thing, we hook up and that’s it, no one has to even know.”

“You could easily lure any woman into bed and we both know it, but snatching away my bra and showing me your stupid kink and shit won’t get me into bed with you.” You put your bra back into your handbag and close it.

“Then tell me how.” He puts his hand into his pockets. “What could get Y/N to sleep with me?”

“Exactly, and it’s nothing, nothing could get me to sleep with you Taehyung, this is fucked up.”

“Money? How much and I’ll give it to you cash, right now.”

The audacity on this man.

“Oh my god, you’re making it even worse if you can’t tell. Get out.” You open the door to your room.

He huffs and walks towards the door to shut it again. “Okay, look, I’m sorry if this offended you I didn’t mean so. But again why are you rejecting it? Millions of women want to be in your place.”

“Yeah, I know, and I’m not one of those millions. Besides, how am I supposed to look at you again if we ever slept together?” You cross your arms.

“Like you’ve always looked at me.” He pouts. “Nothing will change, no strings attached, it’s just one night, is it my fault that I really want you to enjoy one night?”

You open the door again and look him in the eye, your coffee is already gone cold and you’re over this argument. He closes the door again and tugs your hair behind your ear, whispering softly. “Y/N.. I feel like you’re different, you’re nothing like other girls, you’re a really nice, sweet and attractive young lady that deserves to feel like a woman.”

It’s a little alarming to you that with such small physical contact with him could make you think about it seriously.

There’s nothing to lose, you’re a woman after all and you have your needs.

He promised you one night, no strings attached, and apparently he’s really good and he knows what he’s doing.

“Don’t you think you deserve to have at least one night of mind blowing sex?” He grins and grazes the back of his hand against your cheek. “We’re flying back to Seoul tomorrow night, I’ll give you enough time to think, and maybe I can have your phone number or something, we could stay in contact and probably discuss things while keeping it on the low key.”

“Discuss?” You squint your eyes.

“Yeah, we could talk, tell me what you like and how you like it, you know, stuff like that.” He elaborates, you sigh and look him in the eyes. “What if we happen to like different things?”

“Then I’m willing to let go of the things that I like just for your sake.” He crosses his fingers. “I’m a good boy I promise.”

“Fine.” You can’t believe yourself. You take your phone out of your back pocket and proceed to add him to your contacts, a satisfied smile lingers on his face and he even leans forward to print a kiss to your cheek. He’s totally buttering up his bread and he thinks he can get you to agree to this faster, but you’re smarter than him.

“You’re crossing the lines Taehyung.”

“Who cares about the damn lines, if we agree to this I’ll be kissing other things and you’ll want me to.” He opens the door to your room and walks out. “I’ll see you around.”

And indeed. After your one hour free time you all headed to the stadium for rehearsals, the concert was happening tomorrow but everyone needed orientation around the place.

During the entire day he never brought it up, neither look at you like he has been recently, he kept it professional with you in front of everyone and never spoke about it like it never happened.

You were scheduled to leave the stadium at around 11 in the evening, the girls decided on going out for dinner but you skipped, you had multiple coffees during your day and you don’t feel physically well, so you just head back to your hotel and take the elevator up to your room.

You gasp when you see him about to take the elevator and go down, you barely recognize him when he has a cap and a face mask on. “Oh, hey Y/N.” He so casually speaks.

“Hey, you’re going out?” Why did you even ask. He laughs softly and shakes his head. “No, I’m going downstairs to grab a bite from the buffet, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you going out?”

“I’m a little tired, I guess I’ll just go to sleep or something.” It feels like you’re talking to the Taehyung you’ve always known for the past years, nothing feels different so far.

He looks at the time on his wrist and looks back at you. “If you want to, I’ll grab something to eat quickly and come hang out with you, maybe we can talk about that thing.”

Yup, never mind.

“I think I’d rather sleep.” You walk out of the elevator and he walks in instead. “Come on, 10 minutes max, I won’t be late.”

You shouldn’t have asked him anything in the first place.

“You know, I don’t think it would be a good idea if you and I stayed alone in one room.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to spice things up, we’re just hanging out discussing things, like other colleagues do.” He presses the button on the elevator. “I’ll see you later.”

And the elevator door closes before you could even shoo him away for the evening. He’s just going to come up to your room later and you know he’ll force himself inside.

You click the key card to your room and immediately change to your pajamas, you even turn off the lights and hope he thinks you’re asleep by the time he knocks at your door.

Thankfully time passed by and he never knocked. But instead he went back to his room and decided to text you.

1:54 | KTH:

Couldn’t come by sorry

1:54 | KTH:

Are you still awake?

1:54 | KTH

Wanna come over to my room 😉

KTH sent a photo

KTH sent a video

Of course he can see your read receipts, he knows you’re awake and he even lured you further into the conversation by sending you a photo and a video that you rush to open.

He’s not exactly there in the photo, the picture is taken of his TV turned on and he’s under the blanket, you can only see his covered legs from above the blanket, nothing too special.

The video is what makes your ears buzz, you find yourself pressing your thighs closer to each other, when he palms what seems to be his erection from above the blanket, and holy fuck was he big or were you hallucinating. You turn the volume up and you can hear his breath changing with every stroke of his cock. He inserts his hand under the blanket and strokes his cock before flipping the camera to his face and smiling like nothing happened.

Luckily that video is on replay, so it keeps replaying on its own unless you swipe it away, you don’t know what possesses you, you put your phone down against the used coffee cup from earlier and pull your pants down, your hand travels down to your folds and you touch yourself, delivering circular continues rubs to your clit and teasing your entrance with your middle and ring finger.

You spit onto your fingers and move further down again to rub your clit faster this time, your shoulders tensing and your hand already growing tired. It always takes you so long to get to your edge and you need a stimulant more than just a stupid photo or a video. Your other hand moves to grab your breasts out of your top and you pinch your nipple and squeeze onto your flesh. “Mmm.” Your eyes are piercing through your phone screen but your stupid screen saver decides on locking your phone which makes you whine desperately. “Ugh.” You grab your phone and unlock it, of course the video is gone.

2:03 | KTH:

Like what you see?

Has it been 9 minutes already?

Your fingers rush to type on the screen.

2:03 | You:

🙄

2:04 | You:

Mister kim is spending a night alone how weird

2:04 | KTH:

Mister Kim?

2:04 | KTH:

You can keep calling me mister kim if you want to 😉

You bite onto your fingernails, wanting to send a risky text but you’re so unsure. Your fingers hover over the screen and you proceed to type, but quickly delete what you wrote.

2:05 | KTH:

Want me to send you more? Maybe you can send me some

And of course this is off the table, you’re not going to send him nudes not because you’re against sending them generally, but you’re against sending nudes to him. Your pictures may end up in a folder on his phone like any other woman.

2:06 | You:

Goodnight.

Taehyung has been dealing with women like you for years now, he can see and expect any behavior that you may project and this is one of these situations. You sending him goodnight didn’t quite literally mean goodnight. He knows you want this to happen but you’re still in denial and you don’t know that yourself.

So of course, without thinking twice, he opens the camera on his phone and this time pulls the blanket down a little just to reveal the tip of his cock that’s pressed against his stomach. He grabs the massage oil to pump some onto his long fingers and strokes his angry dick again.

The man has been with so many women that he built a stamina that no regular woman can take, he can go for hours and women even beg him to cum just so they can rest, he was animalistic and it was out of this world, hence women actually passing out when sleeping with him. Stroking his cock alone won’t get him to his end and he could easily calm his erection without having to cum, the self control on this man is incredible.

He touches the red circle on his phone screen and starts filming, clearly teasing you and showing you only the tip, his cock all glistening from the massage oil. It was quiet around his hotel room, and the only thing that’s heard in the video is the sound of stroking heard clearly when it’s this slippery, and the sounds he was unbelievably good at faking, little whimpers and moans, his breath hitching and even swear words escaping his lips. “Fuck.. Mm, Y/N, this is all for you.”

The video was sent to you, and you don’t hesitate to open it, this time actually positioning yourself on the bed and grabbing out one of the thickest makeup brushes you have on hand, wetting it with your mouth and slowly teasing your entrance before pushing it inside. The video starts and your fingers abruptly move to turn up the volume. Your body instantly heats up and reacts upon the sounds you hear, and holy fuck you can clearly see the tip, and it looks fucking edible at this moment.

You cannot believe this is happening and you feel your face even heating up, is it embarrassment? You can’t tell, it may be embarrassment but hey you’re not the one sending nudes he is. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Well except the fact that you’re masturbating to a video of him.

You hear your name and in a click of a button, your stomach tightens and your back arches, your hand moves faster to insert the back of the makeup brush further inside your thirsty pussy as you chase your orgasm. Even when the brush was cold and it practically didn’t feel like skin nor had the size of an actual dick but it was enough for you to let go.

Your chest heaves and your legs shut tightly around your hand and the video still plays on your phone that’s still nesting in your other hand, your eyes locked onto the screen afraid that you can’t see the same shot anymore when you swipe away.

The last bit of self control of you finally washes into your body and you swipe away, you can’t deny you immediately regret but you had to swipe away at some point.

2:35 | KTH:

I thought I’d hear u cum but I didn’t L

Your body stiffens and you immediately get up onto your feet, the makeup brush slips out of your vagina down onto the floor and you rush to see through the peephole and immediately cover your mouth with your hand when you see him standing there on his phone, leaned against your door and still texting you. Your hand that’s holding your phone is leaned against the door so with every text he send it vibrates and the entire door vibrates with it which makes him look at the peephole from his side.

And holy fuck at this point you’re terrified. Luckily your room is dark and he can’t see anything, but he knows you’re watching him. You rush to grab your pants and put them back on and get under your blanket. As if he’s going to open the door at any second and hurt you.

You shut your eyes tightly trying to avoid looking at your phone screen but you eventually do.

2:38 | KTH:

Sent you 9 messages.

The door to your room knocks and you actually gasp, covering your mouth again but the entire floor was so quiet and empty that if a needle fell everyone would hear it.

You get up onto your feet and put on a jacket to cover yourself even when your pajama wasn’t revealing at all, you just put your jacket on for protection. You look through the peephole one last time before you open up and he almost stumbles because he leaned his entire body weight against the door. “Hey, I thought you’d never open.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You hug your jacket closer to your chest and cross your arms, “What’s up?” He asks with a smirk on his face as he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him, “So what did it feel like?”

“Hmm?” You open the mini fridge and grab water out for yourself to take a few sips. He chuckles and puts his hands into his pockets. “Y/N baby, I know your body more than you do. Your face has the afterglow and you’re not breathing regularly, and your lips are blood red. What did it feel like when you made yourself cum to the video?”

“Taehyung I—“

“What did you like the most? The sounds or your name actually being called when I’m jerking off to you?” He plops down on your bed and throws his phone down on the nightstand.

“I’m not breathing regularly because you’re over here past midnight spying on my door.” You sit across the room, maintaining a good amount of space between you two. “And please don’t call me baby, I’m not your baby.”

He rolls his eyes and huffs. “We’re just chatting, trust me I’m not going to touch you if you don’t give me your consent I promise, besides I-- Hey, what’s that?”

His eyes land on the makeup brush that’s dropped down onto your floor, and the glistening tip is what caught his attention. “What do you mean, this is a makeup brush.” You rush to stand up and run towards it but he’s faster than you are, he picks it up from the floor and a smirk sits on his face, fuck he even grabs it closer to smell it and he knows what this smell is. But yours was sweeter and truly different from other smells.

“Would you look at that.” He scoffs. “A makeup brush? Really?”

“Stop.” You bite onto your own teeth and you approach him to snatch it away, but again he’s faster. He licks the tip of the brush once and smacks his tongue into his mouth before swallowing. “Mm.”

Your entire body freezes when you watch him savor it, he licks the tip of the brush clean with his eyes closed, you thought your body would react to it but none, you’re standing there stiff right before him when he gets up onto his feet. He opens his eyelids and his gaze meets yours, his pair of tight sleepy eyes gazing right through yours. “You taste heavenly.” He grabs your hand and puts the brush into it before leaving your room and closing the door behind him. The second you hear the auto lock on the door you drop down to your bed with the brush in your hand.

Trails of his saliva are visible on the end of it and you cannot help but pull it closer to your mouth and lick it after him. You’re fucked.

You wake up the morning after wishing you could forget what happened last night. You’re pretty sure you’re embarrassed and ashamed at the fact that you got caught. You didn’t want this to happen to begin with, how are you supposed to look at him when you have to spend the entire day with him?

You pack your handbag and hand it to the hotel staff, you’re going straight from the stadium to the airport so you had to be ready and they took your bag to load the bus with the rest of the luggage.

“I don’t get it, we left the hotel at the same time, he’s supposed to be here.” Mira whines. The entire staff was ready and he wasn’t there yet. “The sound check is in less than an hour—“

“We know the schedule Mira, please just Shush.” You woke up on the wrong side of the bed and you weren’t ready to hear any whining, “Yeah Mira. I’m here give yourself a break.” Taehyung walks from behind you and gets seated onto the chair. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Mira alone responds and proceeds to blow dry his hair while you take out your kit and completely ignore the man seated on the chair in front of you.

He’s trying to look at you sneakily but he’s keeping his promise, no one is going to know anything so he’s not going to be doing anything suspicious to the rest of the staff. “Are you feeling better today?” He asks politely.

“Me?” You point to yourself unsure if he’s talking to you, and he blinks his eyes in a “Yes.” Before speaking. “You weren’t feeling well when I saw you in the elevator last night.”

“Yeah, she didn’t join us for dinner, are you feeling well?” Leah asks while she’s working on Seokjin’s hair.

“Oh yes, I went to bed early and I’m doing well today.” You force a smile on your face and grab out the little bag that had all your makeup brushes. That brush is the first thing you see when you open the tiny purse and it reminds you in case you forgot, that you were caught masturbation last night.

“You can start Y/N. I need to get a new bottle of hairspray from downstairs.” Mira puts her stuff down and walks away leaving you to work on Taehyung’s face.

“Can I ask you something?” He looks around before whispering and you answer him right away. “Nope.” Which makes him pout. You roll your eyes and start dabbing primer onto his face. “What do you want?”

“Did you really throw away the thing I got you?”

“Well, I’m planning to.” You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, he shrugs and whispers. “What you did yesterday would feel ten times better if you actually use the gift.”

“I don’t do butt stuff Taehyung.” You argue right away, still low enough for only you two to hear. He looks at you while squinting his eyes. “Who said anything about butt stuff?”

“You sent me a butt plug, don’t try and act oblivious, the gift didn’t send itself.” You grab his chin to throw his head back. “Silly, it wasn’t a butt plug, it was a vibrator.”

His face is right there you can easily slap him and make a scene, it’ll cost you your job but who cares.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He scoffs. “Text me when you get home tonight I’ll show you how to use it.”

“I know how a vibrator works Taehyung thank you. Now would you stop moving I can’t blend the concealer well.” You try hard to change the topic, but the idiot grabs your purse of makeup brushes and takes out that brush and hands it to you. “Here, I think this one will do.”

Your gaze meets his for a couple seconds before he looks down at your lips and bites his own, totally imagining your lips swollen from all the kissing, the picture of you choking onto his dick that he drew in his head is now chasing him whenever he lays his eyes onto you.

Maybe you being mean to him made him actually want to have you more than before, you’re unlike them, other girls from your staff didn’t even think twice before hooking up with him. But you being a tough cookie made him ready to beg just to be with you even if it was just once.

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the art of obsession | kim taehyung

summary: in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyung—a grad student painter who’s everything you’ve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.

✎ genre/au: dark academia. college au. painter!taehyung x writer!y/n [afab. she/her]

✎ 17.4K words

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

warnings: smut. slight obsession with their work. prestigious college. tae literally takes oc to a graveyard. oc and tae dont take criticism well. unprotected intercourse. oral [f and m]. oc slobs on his knob and tae eats like it’s the last supper. missionary. side position. lowkey passionate sex. fireplace crackling. namjoon and oc used to be fwb. hints that oc and Jimin used to be fwb too. jungkook is tae’s sculpture artist bestie. jimin is oc’s ballerina bestie. namjoon is oc’s writer bestie.

The smell of cigarettes was something you were fairly used to being around where you resided. You’re not sure what makes it so popular among young academics and sometimes you wonder if it’s not the need of nicotine but more so the aesthetic of it that they all seem to enjoy. It seemed to always linger in the air around campus where all the grad students would walk with their heads down and bags under their eyes as stress took over their entire being. You understand the stress but being an undergrad student yourself, you’re not sure you could understand the extent of it that they must feel. All you could really do is watch the way it slowly deteriorates their body every time they step into the library.

Maybe it’s the Literature major in you, but you never fail to try and assess each person that walks in as if you could see their entire character design and what makes them who they are. Today you got a bit lucky because despite how slow your homework had been going, your favorite case of study had just walked in wearing his usual black turtleneck tucked into a pair of loose corduroy pants. He wore a pair of rounded wire glasses that you love getting to see him in and they did wonders to conceal the eye bags you knew were there.

With this smallest hint of entertainment you’ve found through your long and boring study session with only one friend to confide in, you shut your copy of — excuse the pretentiousness — The Pictures of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, and lowered the volume on your headphones enough to be more aware of the cause of his visit today. You rarely saw him in the library and if he did happen to come by it was to check out or check in a single book on Michaelangelo or Davinci.

You were surprised by how close he seemed to have gotten to you today. The table you studied at was only a couple feet away from a book aisle he had currently walked down and now he was just a meter or so away with his head down in his book. The usual smell of smoke surrounded him and despite scrunching your nose at the smell, you chose to ignore it and study him a little further. You even went as far as to lower your headphones until they curled around your neck giving him your attention even if he didn’t know he had it.

As much of an observer as you were, you never seemed to catch on to the way his gaze would shift to you any time you weren’t looking, eyes scanning your features rather quickly as he made his own assessment. You dressed warmly today, probably due to the fact that there’s been a light rain that has been casted over the city, always seeming to linger longer where the buildings were older and all signs of urban life seemed to dissipate. You were dressed in neutral tones today that placed you perfectly with your own surroundings and if this was a painting he’s sure you would be the focal point—or maybe the single spec of bright color you wore which was in this case your powder blue headphones. He’s not sure he’s ever used that specific shade of blue in a single one of his works before but maybe he’ll look into it.

He rarely visited the library but when he did it was always a pleasant surprise to see you there. He didn’t care much to get to know you, he just found the aesthetic of it all captivating. The library was beautiful, truthfully, with its dark wood shelves and polished tile floors that echoed with each step. It was eerily quiet and it always smelled of old books and always reminded him of a cathedral. There were large stained glass windows of poets, painters, dancers, etc. the clear glass windows overlooked the large pond that covered the back of the small campus where the woods began to take over and student life decreased aside from the occasional late night college party hosted there between trees and bonfires.

“He always comes into my work for paints. I wonder why he always pays in cash.” Your friend said, suddenly appearing next to you and not messing with the printer anymore. He must’ve caught sight of Taehyung before he left and considering he worked at a supply store, it was no surprise he recognized him.

“Maybe he hates banks,” you joked, turning to Jimin with a smile. Jimin pursed his lips staring down the aisle where Taehyung had disappeared once he had his book, “Maybe cash is more aesthetically pleasing. He’s an art major, isn’t he? I say he’s too pretentious to use a plastic card—or even worse, Tap to Pay.”

At that you laughed, deciding to continue the teasing of a man you barely knew while also trying to defend him, “Do people ever get tired of throwing words around?”

“Are you referring to my use of ‘pretentious’?” Jimin asked as he moved to the other side of the counter, “I used the term correctly, it’s an adjective meaning, ‘attempting to impress by affecting greater importance and culture than is actually possessed’. His refusal to adhere to society’s technological advances is pretentious in itself. I bet he still uses No. 2 pencils as an act of defiance against mechanical pencils—if he was a writer like you he would probably be more drawn to a pen but he’s an artist and artists make mistakes that get covered up or changed.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at that, “Tell me then, Jimin, what does a ballerina use to convey words? An Arabesque?”

Jimin released a loud groan, “I hate this goddamn school.”

You watched him open his newest generation laptop and hide behind it. He knew now how little room he had to talk. You, yourself, couldn’t utter a word to disagree with him either when in your hand was a Montblanc fountain pen that cost your parents a hefty 1,500$ to get to you when you were first accepted into the school. You’re sure when the time comes for you to finish undergrad, they’ll up the price and give you one worth 4,000$—the most profound amount of proof that you did in fact strictly use pens for everything.

You would never dare mention anything revolving around the money Taehyung’s family is rumored to have because you don’t know anything about him to do so.

All you knew were the few things you’ve noticed — a couple that even made it into your journal — like the fact that he specialized in two mediums; charcoal and oil paintings. He’s a known name at the University for his work and dedication and you saw that through one of his works. It was dark and a bit twisted but it told a story and you think that’s what drew you into him before you even knew it was him.

Despite his strong presence that always seemed to draw you in, he had a gift for making himself invisible in a group setting. He never spoke up in class, never caused a fuss, he was in and out like a shadow.

At the start of the semester you were taken by surprise when you found him sitting in one of the back rows of the lecture hall to an advanced anatomy class that you’re sure you took for very different reasons. Taehyung was interested in the study of the body so he could fully understand the way the it works from the inside out. He wanted to understand how each limb moved, how fluid each bone and muscle connected, how they could contort, see where the organs go, imagine the flesh coming to life when he painted.

In literature, anatomy isn’t referring to the human body. It refers to a separation of a topic into smaller parts for detailed analysis of the work. You did not make a mistake when you chose this lecture, you too wanted to study the body for your work. You wanted to learn how fragile it really was, how it could be destroyed, how hard it was to do so. You wanted to know about which bones were weaker, which organ puncture did the most damage. You need visuals and understanding of its healing process, of the way it moved, how the nervous system worked. Once you had a better understanding of the body, you just knew that you would be able to apply all these things to your writing. You would be able to detail how your character’s body deteriorated outside and in. How the body would slowly break down, which nerves were affected, how the heart worked in that moment. It would be gruesome but intriguing enough for your readers.

Maybe you needed to write something not so dark, something that didn’t make you take courses you didn’t really need but wanted in hopes that they’ll help you understand better. You didn’t actually need to go this far to describe a couple grueling scenes but it helped.

The room was silent aside from the obnoxious sound of the clock, Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…Ticking.

You stood at the front of your professor’s desk in his clustered office filled with classical literature books and awards for writing all over the shelves. His desk took up the majority of the space inside and whenever you were in here you couldn’t help but feel just a little suffocated. There were barely any words shared between the two of you, he only ever decided to truly grace you with his speech when he was critiquing and yet right now he’s been uncomfortably silent.

The silence had grown so long that you found your attention drifting toward the grandfather clock that was tucked away near the overwhelming stained glass window that overlooked the courtyard filled with wet and fallen leaves. The trees were bare and the fountain had a sculpture of a big swan with its wings spread in what looked like a dance. It always reminded you of the Swan Song, but you never knew if that was morbid of you. The idea of your University of Fine Arts decorating the campus in the black and white birds simply for decor always seemed strange to you too.

There was no way they would ever portray anything without meaning, or at least something not up for interpretation and yet every time you looked at one of the swans, you thought about the Swan Song, the way the bird’s wings were open beautifully with each detail chiseled into the stone. It looked like the swan’s final performance before its end. It wasn’t the sort of symbolism you liked to see at a school with such dedicated artists looking for a way to perfect every aspect of their work as if each one was their last.

“I like it,” your professor finally said, drawing your attention back to him in an instant, “Your writing has improved Y/n, I’m starting to really visualize the plot and I think it has a certain rawness to it that I’m not used to seeing from you.”

The corner of your lips turned upward like you wanted to smile but you wouldn’t fully allow yourself to. He hasn’t looked at you yet, his eyes stayed glued to your paper and it was clear he wasn’t done, “But it still feels stiff—well, the main character does. I can’t understand him yet, he’s just a mystery to me and not one I’m interested in unraveling. I can’t understand his depth and it’s becoming a big flaw in your writing. Everything else sounds wonderful, well articulated and with such emotion… that when I think of him all I see a huge lack of substance. He’s being drowned out by the rest and he’s supposed to be the one I follow when I read.”

You didn’t say anything as your jaw slowly clenched shut, eyes unwavering as he went on, “It’s like you have a lack of knowledge for human emotion and psychology, I’m not sure that’s something that can be easily fixed.”

“Does it make my writing bad?” You asked stiffly and he shook his head no.

“No, your writing is captivating but there’s a very huge disconnect I’m feeling from your characters,” he said, looking up at you, “It takes away the beauty of it.”

Your lips felt sewn shut as he handed you back your paper with all of his notes for you to fix and you felt like crying. You couldn’t even utter out a single word as you forced yourself not to react to his words and leave his office with your head held high.

What did he mean by disconnect? What more did he want you to do? What did you not understand about human emotion? You’re a human, what is there not to get? What else did he want from you?

These questions circled your head for what felt like an eternity, only confusing you more and more as you left for your next lecture. You spent the fifteen minute gap with your journal out jotting down every question that came to mind trying to see how you could find answers to these.

You sat alone in your row of seats waiting for other students to arrive and you took the time to brainstorm. He told you your characters lacked substance and implied that they were hard to visualize. He said that he can’t understand them, especially the lead and that he couldn’t be absorbed into a story about a character he doesn’t care for. He basically said that you lacked an understanding of emotional depth for the characters you write and therefore your stories will continue to have a disconnect until something changes. If only something could inspire you, maybe help you analyze these so-called emotions you couldn’t comprehend. You needed to remove some of the mystery around your character and really dive in on his arc, understand how he felt. How could you do that? It's not like you could fully visualize it yourself either unless you really began to study those around you more than you already do.

You sat up straighter in your seat and looked around as the lecture hall began to fill slowly. The room had a sort of ancient feel to it with long hazelnut rows of desks pressed side by side against each other in an amphitheater manner. There were diagrams and models of the human body plastered everywhere but none looked straight off of a doctor’s catalog. They looked like Davinci himself drew every skeleton in the room. It also had a small echo especially when the rain hit the wall or glass windows that sometimes tuned out the sound of talking students entering the hall.

You recognized most of the faces and the one who passed you as he went up a few rows seemed to distract you more than the others. Kim Taehyung didn’t wear glasses today but he wore a wool sweater and linen pants. There was a small splotch of gray paint on his knuckle that he hadn't seemed to notice as he swung his book bag onto the desk with a small thud, uncaring if anyone heard and ignored everyone around him.

He was similar to your character, almost. He always seemed closed off and unapproachable but behind his eyes was an aura of emotion that isn’t easily interpreted. You found yourself beginning to scribble down in your journal, just basic things you noted about him.

The lazy, bored look in his eyes that made him look tired and unamused by everything that happened around him.

Then there was his stance. He had good posture but when he sat down in his seat he leaned all the way back with his arms on the table like he was observing every person in the lecture hall, even you.

You knew this because for a second your eyes met with Taehyung’s and in that measly moment you just took in the sight of each other. Taehyung didn’t hold much expression in face but his fingers seemed to twirl his No. 2 pencil a little more intently now. He ran his gaze down from your eyes to the curve of your nose and curl of your lips. There was something about your facial features that he was delighted in studying. When you looked away and gave him a view of your side profile he leaned toward his desk more and the leather sketchbook that rested over his textbook was flipped open as he began to sketch you.

The drawing didn’t mean much to him, it was just a small doodle to pass time, his hands had to always be sketching and you happened to be his distraction today. Usually he doesn’t really pay attention to you when he’s in class, you sit far enough from each other that you never interact and when he catches you in the library you always seem lost in your own world.

He knows your name, he read your story last semester simply because it intrigued him. It was published on the school forum and won an achievement so he checked it out and it was good, your writing is intricate, or at least that’s what he thinks. He’s able to follow along to every word and not be bored or confused but with a certain degree of understanding that the reader needs to learn. There’s an aura of mystery around it, yet it was not something that he couldn’t comprehend and he thinks that’s why he was able to enjoy it.

At the end of the lecture he had three small drawings of you.

“Come on man, it won’t take long, just one drink,” Jungkook begged him for the third time in a row. Despite his friend’s darker exterior dressed in black jeans, a black tee, and a black leather jacket, he was way more outgoing. He was always trying to get Taehyung to go out for drinks or to party but he just doesn’t have the time.

“Not tonight,” Taehyung said as he opened up his pack of cigarettes and took one out, sliding it to his lips before burning the end with his lighter. He handed the pack to Jungkook who took it without question and did the same.

Jungkook released a sigh in disappointment, shaking his head a little as he said, “Whatever man, you say that every night.”

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders as he took a drag and pulled it out between his index finger and thumb, “Then get the hint.”

His friend wasn’t listening anymore, choosing instead to stare at the building in front of him, dimly lit from all the lamp posts. It was just after sunset and the only students around were probably working on assignments like Jungkook and Taehyung. Taehyung took advantage of the art room to work privately and in a bigger space while Jungkook worked in the warehouse where he could work on his new sculpture. Taehyung couldn’t understand why Jungkook cared about whatever was going on at the library till he casually looked over too.

“She looks familiar,” Jungkook said pointing to you as you walked down the sidewalk toward the bus stop. Taehyung looked too, you had a tote bag like most students around here and there was a butterfly clip in your hair but it still looked messy. Your hair was down earlier and at some point you decided to put it up and he realized now that he didn’t have a preference on how hair looks on someone. He likes the style you had earlier and the one you have now too because they enhance your features more.

“That’s Y/n,” Taehyung said casually as they went to the parking lot. Jungkook looked at him curiously before glancing back at you, “You know her?”

Taehyung didn’t have an answer for that so he didn’t give one, he just walked ahead wondering the same thing. “Let’s get a drink,” Taehyung finally gave in and Jungkook immediately cheered. “Yes! Okay, don’t worry, just one.”

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder… that is what every artist has ever been taught. Taehyung has never been able to disagree with a statement more than that one. There is not beauty everywhere, it is not as inclusive as one might think and to truly understand art in the many forms it could take, one needs to understand the meaning of genuine beauty.

It’s quite terrifying in a sense, for one to be able to lose control and fall for the Dionysian seduction and view beauty for what it truly is. It is a raw and exhilarating topic that cannot be defined by just looks or words but more the freedom of life, life is beautiful in its own twisted way and to accept that definition is to be able to portray that in what you do. That’s why Taehyung’s art tends to lean toward a more dark and twisted form. When he creates art he’s not just looking at creating something nice to look at or something with a hidden meaning that no one would ever truly understand. When he creates, he wishes to express human emotion through his work—he wishes to make others feel things they’ve never felt before and that is the beauty he is chasing after.

Beauty is not a person but a feeling and when he looks at you he seems to understand that better.

It’s not just your outward attractiveness that draws him in. It’s the terrifying beauty that you radiate in your gaze, in your mannerisms, in your writing. It intrigues him and if he could put you on a canvas and unravel everything inside you — your fears, your joys, your tears — he would but till then you’re nothing but a familiar stranger that invades his mind when he least expects it.

“Taehyung, your work is beautiful,” his professor said, “Everything you create is effortlessly perfect but…”

He waited with a bated breath, already not liking where this was getting. He watched closely to the way she tilted her head in curiosity, “It’s rather dark, don’t you think? Maybe hard for interpretation an—“

“It’s not made to be interpreted by anything but the way it is,” Taehyung said boldly, “Once art is set for others to create a new meaning for it, is it ever truly art?”

“I guess I am not understanding what you mean,” she said leaning forward against her desk.

Taehyung released a sigh like this conversation with his senior was tedious, “When you look at Picasso’s work, do you think he created it for others to understand? Or was that something that people began to believe? He created art that was unconstraining to himself and his life.”

“Yes but look at Salvador Dali, the entire aspect of surrealism that he used was to unleash the power of imagination and creativity. You can’t just shut your art into a small box for the sake of aesthetic,” she said and that made him scoff, his lip curled in distaste, “And let’s look at Monet? He’s practically what started the entire idea of Impressionism.”

“What it meant to him, how he viewed it at that moment, that was all,” Taehyung said, which made the advisor release a sign, “Claude Monet once said, everyone pretends to understand his art, as if it were necessary to understand when it is only necessary to love.”

“I’m afraid this conversation will go back and forth if we continue,” she said with a huff, already irritated by the way things are going, “The exhibition is in three months, in a month I’ll connect with you on how everything is looking and give you the rundown as well is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung shook his head and without a goodbye he was getting up from his seat and storming out. Not even a second after the chestnut double doors shut, did he find himself reaching into the pocket of his jeans to get his pack out. The cigarette sat perfectly between his lips as he blocked one side with the hand so the wind didn’t blow his lighter out and he lit the tip, ignoring the ‘No Smoking’ sign just a couple feet away. He couldn’t help but mumble, “Stupid bitch,” under his breath once he finally left the building.

As he rounded the corner, something hit his chest and his free hand immediately the person steady in front of him.

Your hand was on his chest to keep from hitting him and as you looked up, your eyes widened just slightly. Taehyung didn’t say anything as he let you go, brushing against your side and moving around you to leave feeling your eyes on him. You watched him head the way you just came from and finally snapped out of it when you heard your friend call for you.

He turned to look for you seeing you already walking over to some tall and muscular guy. The guy gave you a dimpled smile as he followed after you, no longer in Taehyung’s peripheral.

“Maybe he has a point, Y/n,” Namjoon said as he walked with you to the bus stop, “If you’re struggling then maybe you should think about altering the character more.”

You shook your head in displeasure, “No, I’m not going to change him, I just need to be able to visualize his characteristics.”

Namjoon released a sigh as he pondered over what advice to give you, but came up blank, “I mean… maybe you just need some real inspiration from those around you. ”

The both of you went silent trying to find a solution and you looked up at him curiously. Namjoon would be an amazing reference for a character but he doesn’t fit the image you want him to. He was like light, he was kind hearted and charming and so unbelievably smart but that’s not how you envisioned the main character in your story. The kind of character you had in mind was supposed to act similar to… well, Taehyung. He’s supposed to be a bit mysterious, cold, not necessarily a likable character but someone they can’t help but be curious about.

“Namjoon,” you called his name and for a moment he grew hopeful to the idea that maybe you were thinking of studying him the way you do with others—even if he knew that would never happen. Instead, you came to a stop and looked up at him, “I forgot my laptop in the ffice, I’ve gotta go get it.”

His brows furrowed, looking down at your tote bag, “I’ll come wit—“

“No, you have to work, right?” You asked, already backing away from him, “I don’t want to make you late, I’ll just catch the next bus.”

Before he could argue, you were already taking off in a hurry back down the way the two of you came from. With a sigh he watched you leave wondering why he always seemed to be a couple steps behind you and never beside you. All he’s done since he met you was follow your lead in friendship and outside of it.

Even when the two of you had sex months ago it was always when you wanted and never when he did. If he even thought to ask, all you did was blow him off and then question him on if he’s seeing anyone at the moment. In the same second you would press your lips to his cheek and remind him how much you adored him even when you blew him off he always found the act of it a bit poetic.

He loved you, but it’s a love unreturned and if he wants to stay by you, it has to be with him at the back of your mind and never at the forefront.

With that understanding, he had no choice but to let you go back toward campus walking across fallen leaves and dead branches while he went to the bus alone.

Your legs had taken off before you could even decide where to go and in the end you found yourself heading back the way in which you met with Namjoon—and also the way you bumped into Taehyung. You were never much of the shy type even if it appeared that way, your friends always said you were the selective type—only choosing who to be outgoing with and even then it was rare and required a lot of work to get to you.

They had it easy, Jimin was a childhood friend and Namjoon was in the same writing department as you but that’s as far as your circle went. Well, no, there’s Yoongi too but he’s a pianist and these days he’s so busy with lessons and trips to the orchestra, you barely see him.

Like stated, you were selectively social and right now, you were choosing to find Taehyung so you could formally talk to him. It took you about ten minutes of mindlessly walking through the courtyard to locate him and when you did, you came to a halt. He was just a few feet away now, cigarette between his lips, crouched down against the wall of some historic looking building with castle-like elements and you know he saw you coming when he turned his head and looked right at you.

That was the push that had you walking toward him and saying, “Kim Taehyung?”

“Yes?” He asked, looking you up and down, eyes unable to help themselves as he looked up from your legs to your face. You wore a black fitted turtleneck underneath a brown sweater vest tucked into a black skirt. You wore long 70s style brown boots and mesh tights too. Your hair was pinned back with a hair clip and pins and your ears were lined with simple yet pretty earrings. When his gaze finally met yours, he couldn’t help but take in the sight of you once more.

“My name is—“

“I know your name,” he said with a small glint in his eye, “Obviously.”

You didn’t pull away from his intense stare and watched him bring the cigarette back to his lips, “I thought it would be more appropriate to introduce myself.”

“Mm,” he exhaled looking down at the cement below his feet, flicking the end of the cigarette to let ash fall, “So what could I do for you, Y/n?”

He looked up once more and you bit your lip in thought, “If you are free, I wanted to see if you’d like to get a coffee with me.”

“I don’t like coffee,” he said, finally putting the thing out and standing up, “And it’s almost sunset.”

You blinked in surprise as he stood in front of you now but you didn’t back away, “Then we’ll just have dinner.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung swung his bag over his shoulder, “But I’m kind of busy, I’ve got somewhere to get to.”

He was already walking away to hide his look of surprise. He didn’t expect the two of you to ever really talk and he didn’t really know what to do. He ended up rejecting before he could even truly think it over. He imagined you as just a fantasy — nothing he could ever explore but that he could dream about. He just wanted to look and think about you but never know anything beyond what was on the surface—like a painting.

“And you can’t have a plus one?” You asked in your final effort to get closer to him completely unaware of what he thought of you. You watched him come to a stop, and for a moment you tried to imagine him contemplating. Taehyung turned to face you, “I’m not going anywhere fun.”

You stayed quiet as he went on, “And some might find it scary.”

It seemed like he was trying to warn you as if to let you back out of your own proposal but he wasn’t saying no and that was hopeful. You tilted your chin higher, “As long as you don’t plan on murdering me, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

That made the corners of his lips turn upward in an arrogant smirk, “Okay, Y/n, follow me.”

The walk wasn’t too far from the college but the college was already a bit on the outskirts of the city. All you saw were green, dying hills as autumn threatened to take over and it took you a second to understand where he was taking you until he was leading the way down a steep hill toward an empty and cold graveyard. It was a straight line of jagged tombstones and overgrown plant life entwined around them. There were clear dirt paths leading down row after row of old graves and a few Angel statues but nothing too bad, at least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“I told you, you might be scared,” Taehyung said as he walked parallel to the graveyard toward a tree that stood tall along the sloping hill, “But this is the best view of twilight, if you want, I could walk you back to campus.”

“No, it’s fine,” you cleared your throat deciding to walk ahead of him so you could be the one sitting upright against the tree. Taehyung dropped his backpack a few feet away from you and began getting his things out.

You didn’t question him, only observed the way he carried on like you weren’t even there. It’s not like you minded, you didn’t have any real agenda to get him to spend time with you and frankly, you felt a bit relieved to see that he wasn’t trying to figure out what you wanted. It was unspoken the way the two of you seemed to think similarly and brought out your tools.

Taehyung didn’t say anything when he flipped his sketchbook open and found a charcoal he could use as he began to sketch without much thought into it. He even made himself comfortable by lying back, using the angle of the hill to help him not lay horizontally and he bent a knee up as a sort of flat surface he could rest his book on. There was a small breeze that carried through his linen shirt and brown trousers but he wasn’t much worried about himself.

He was more worried about you, who had asked to spend time with him but had no real plan to do so. He’ll admit, when he said no it was just on reflex from all the other times he’s out right rejected others before but he only thought it over because he’s been curious of you two. When you told him you would join him for a moment he debated saying no again because this was his favorite place to be to watch the sunset but it wasn’t all that normal. He even tried to warn you and offer to take you back when you saw the graveyard but you didn’t even seem to care when you sat down. Now that he’s looking at you up close, he can see the way your brows furrowed in concentration as you scribbled in your journal, already feeling inspiration.

It’s now that Taehyung is realizing why he’s been so curious. He finds you beautiful, he’s sure he’s mentioned that before, but he finds you beautiful in an unsettling way. Just looking at you seemed to send him into a wave of emotion like you’re exactly what he’s wished to create on canvas. Before he even knew what he was doing, his hands were working away to make another sketch, eyes on you as he worked.

“What are you writing in that little journal of yours?” He found himself asking after some time. The sketch was rough and yet it was so refined that there was no mistaking what it could be. It was a monochromatic sketch of you with your back against the tree, legs straight before you and your hair covering your face with the howl of the wind. Your hands looked delicate when you wrote and you looked so lost in your own work that managed to capture that same essence in his drawing.

When you first looked at him, your eyes went down to the pack of cigarettes he was now messing with and out of curiosity he raised it to you as if asking if you wanted one. Moving to sit forward, you took one and held it between your lips as he dug into his pocket for his zippo lighter, flipping it open and bringing it toward your face to light the cigarette. He watched curiously as you leaned back a little, took an inhale/exhale, and said, “I’ll tell you if you show me what you’ve been doing in that little sketchbook of yours.”

For some reason a small smile came to his face as he laid on his side using his elbow for support and reached over to hand you the sketchbook. You took it with a sense of excitement that quickly turned into disbelief as you looked at it. The back of your index finger hovered over it but never touched for fear that you would smudge it or worse—ash, and when you finally handed it back to him, wordlessly, his cold fingers brushing against sending a warm current down your arm.

At this exchange, Taehyung moved to sit up, not bothering to brush off any loose grass blades off his linen shirt and read over a short passage.

A certain coolness in his gaze that made him appear cruel.

A charming aura that seemed timeless, not modern but ancient like he was created from every classic literature known to man.

His gaze, his smile, his voice—all deep like red velvet.

The list went on, each short sentence followed by another in what one could assume was meant to describe him. He didn’t say anything either as he handed it back to you the same way you had done with his sketchbook. Neither of you were looking for critique or praise, more so acknowledgement of what the other had been doing and once you had it, it was enough.

Taehyung stared forward as the line of bright Orange finally vanished from the sky and a cool blue clouded it. The atmosphere shifted now as darkness began to swim across the sky and you both knew it was time to go. Nothing was said as you both stood up with your things and even less was brought up on your walk back to campus.

It wasn’t until you stood at the bus stop that Taehyung decided to ask, “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“No.”

He pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket in his trousers followed by a pen as he scribbled something down before handing it to you, “Meet me here at 8:00pm.”

You didn’t have to say anything for Taehyung to know you would show and he left without much of a goodbye.

The place you arrived to at 8:00pm on the dot wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but it wasn’t much of a surprise either—it was a warm record bar. The one thing that did seem to surprise you was Taehyung’s choice in music where he preferred jazz over classical. The bar was dimly lit only by shaded, vintage lamps and the small yellow candles near all the booze. The walls were lined with vinyls and the deep mahogany trimming gave the record bar a sort of dark academic charm to it.

When you found Taehyung he was sitting at a small round table fit for two and he had a book in hand—The Picture of Dorian Gray. He wore his usual metal wiring rounded glasses and his dirty blonde hair seemed quite soft and full of life. The dark brown sweater he wore matched well with his tan slacks and you didn’t miss the way eyes would fall on him. It was this charming, educated college boy with a rich father sort of energy that radiates off him, but also the clear look of disinterest written all over his face and it made people curious.

You debated calling his name to let him know you were here but when he looked up in time to catch you walking his way, you were aware that he had been waiting for you and checking the door every couple seconds. Taehyung didn’t shy away from taking in the sight of you in an olive green maxi dress paired with a thin white cardigan tied together at the top of your breasts and below your collarbone. You wore black boot heels this time and when you sat down in front of him he couldn’t help but look at your face now.

“You’re late,” he said as he closed his book and set it to the side. You didn’t even bother to look at the Swiss watch on your wrist as you said, “It’s 8:00, like you said.”

“Yes but what I meant was 7:55 which should have translated to 7:45,” he said annoyingly arrogant as he slid a menu toward you, “As per the rules of a first date.”

His tone was serious as was his body language and yet you could see the hint of amusement in his attempt to hide a smile. You smiled softly, setting your bag down next to you, “I was unaware this was a first date.”

“So you assumed this was the second?” Taehyung had a teasing tone now, “I, personally, would not call an evening together at the cemetery a first date.”

“I do say, I’m a bit surprised to even know you consider this a date after we barely talked at all yesterday,” you said as a waitress came over with a customer service smile. Conversation floated between you two with ease.

“Are we ready to order?”

Taehyung looked at you but you weren’t all that hungry so he ordered a single slice of pastry for the two of you to share, “Yesterday was just to enjoy and accept the presence of one another, tonight is to communicate and learn.”

Taehyung never cared much for investing time into someone he was with, usually if he ever showed any interest in someone or was short lived. He’s not sure what would happen exactly but once the excitement of pining for someone romantically wore off… he just did not care anymore. There was too much to handle and he didn’t have time for any of it—not the clinginess, the crying, the whining. God, the whining got to him.

Why do you ignore me so much?

You’re always too busy painting to notice me?

Taehyung, I just want you to spend time with me.

It was the constant whining that he hated because they just did not get that he was completely devoted to his art and nothing else mattered as much as it did. Yes… maybe the small ounce of excitement he felt helped inspire him but… well he does not need whoever he slept with anymore.

The infatuation had worn off and he’s back to being alone again but now he’s a little too curious about you. Hence, why he asked you out first and in such a haste.

“Alright,” you said, “So then tell me something small, for instance, what time did you arrive? 7:45?”

“7:30 actually,” Taehyung said as he lifted his mug of hot tea to his lips, “I had business to take care of around campus and I didn’t want to make the trip back home.”

“Well if you asked for my number I would’ve arrived sooner.”

“It takes away the romantic aspect of waiting for the other to arrive without hearing from them—maybe I’ll write you a letter instead,” he teased. You just laughed softly and asked, “I didn’t peg you as much of a romantic. And what business?”

“Nothing too important.” Taehyung said vaguely and despite your curiosity you didn’t push him to answer. The corner of his lips raised as he looked at you, looked at him and found himself saying, “But as for being a romantic? It depends on who you ask.”

You focused on what he said about that instead of what his business was and that made him happy. What he did was not that important but it was necessary after what had happened with his advisor. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around what she had told him and in the end he made and impulsive decision to gift her something that might make her see things from his point of view. Of course it was slightly biased but he believed his piece really explained his views on beauty enough for her to understand.

Taehyung delivered two paintings to her inbox earlier. The first one was a more finished painting of you, still slightly distorted and a bit dark but there was no hiding the romantic element that radiated off of it. He called it ‘Genuine Beauty’. The second painting was a distorted and bright picture of his professor with exaggerated features that weren’t pleasing to the eye and he called it, ‘Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder’.

A true sentient on what he thought of her words. He wanted to know how she would twist the grotesque image of herself into something beautiful.

“What have you been up to aside from writing me?” Taehyung asked, looking at you with interest.

“Aside from that, I’m afraid not much else,” you confessed, “I’ve been in a sort of dry spell trying to understand my character.”

“Tell me about them.”

“Well, it’s a him and he’s similar to you.”

He listened closely to each word you said, taking in the curve of your mouth when you talked and the way you gestured with your hands. He’ll admit, the character did seem very similar to him so he can understand your curiosity in him and the fact that you seemed to lose yourself in your craft didn’t go unnoticed by him. He simply nodded his head and replied with short answers when asked.

In the end, he offered the only thing he could, “Let me be your case of study then, and in return you’ll be mine.”

You smiled this time, a small arrogant smile as you said, “Will you paint me like one of your French girls?”

He understood the reference and found himself saying, “If you write me like one of the lovers in your poems.”

By the end of the night you found yourself in the back of a taxi driving straight to his place under the pretense of another drink. Conversation seemed to flow with ease between you and it ranged from Davinci to Monet, Shakespeare to Milton and whatever was in between. Even when Taehyung asked such a heavy question, you didn’t seem to struggle to find an answer.

“Do you believe in love?” He had asked as the cab stopped in front of a house similar to an upstate New York townhome. He had you by the hand helping you out of the car and held onto you as he led you up the stone path.

“I have to, I’m a writer,” you told him and he seemed to pull you into him more.

“But what is it that you believe it to be?”

The question did make you think a little bit. It’s not that you thought Taehyung had an ulterior motive in asking you such a thing; it’s not like the two of you were seriously into the idea of it but you wanted to give him the right answer—one that truly described you and your ideals.

You didn’t answer his question right away as he let you into his home which was no different than what you imagined it to be. His apartment was in an old building turned into luxury Victorian styled apartments with modern eclectic touches. It was a put-together mess of sketches and canvases littered around the place. The floor was made of a dark, polished hardwood and his furniture all seemed worn through with velvet cushions and engraved wooden trimmings. He had floor-to-ceiling bay windows with twine hanging across them and papers clipped on with laundry pins to dry. There was a warm feel to the place and it had everything to do with his dedication to earthy tones and shades of Morocco red.

There were painting supplies everywhere from scattered charcoals and cans of linseed oil for his paints. There were stacks of literature books and various art ones piled high on nearly every surface and yet it all seemed to be organized to what you could assume only he could understand. Taehyung didn’t even seem to mind the clutter as he chose instead to ask, “Red or White?”

“Red.” You responded quite simply before resuming your studying of his place, the fireplace on one wall was surrounded by canvases and books—same as the vintage bookshelf and for a moment you wondered if his bedroom looked any similar. The thought vanished quickly when you got the smallest hint of which room that might be from the open door down the hall. He had plain gray sheets on an unmade bed and the furniture in there was scarce, like he barely spent any time there and if he did it wasn’t to sleep—the bags under his eyes told you so.

“Have you thought of an answer to my question yet?” Taehyung asked, reminding you yet again of what he asked earlier. He handed you a wine glass and you took it with a nod in gratitude as he left you to find a record to play.

“I’ve had an answer all along, I just wasn’t sure how you would feel about it,” you said and you could see him smile as he moved the needle over the start of the vinyl, Nocturnes, Op 9 began to play.

“I’m not looking for anything in particular, just an insight on what you think,” he said honestly and with a small sigh you decided to tell him.

“I think love is more so… a choice than an emotion?” You finally said as you watched him take a seat on the floor near his coffee table instead of the velvet couch behind him. He motioned for you to join him, “How so?”

“Anyone can feel love at any given moment but it is fleeting,” you sat down, knees nearly touching his, “Tell me, have you ever felt in love before?”

Your question seemed to catch him off guard yet he answered as bluntly as he would regarding anything else, “Only with my paintings.”

“And that had been a choice, to continue, right?” You asked, “Love like every emotion is temporary and inconsistent. Yes, doing certain things or being with certain people might invoke these feelings but once that has dwindled it is your choice to remain in that constant state of loving something—or someone. I love writing, I always have because it is my choice. I choose to subject myself to the hardships that come with my work even at times where I think I hate it. Even at times when I choose to give up I think about the joy it brings me, the emotions that pour out of me and onto every letter and word I put down on paper. I choose to love writing, I choose to devote myself to it and I choose to put it above anything else in the world, even my own relationships.”

Taehyung could see it in your eyes how strongly you felt about it. Your answer had gone slightly off topic but he understood your reference to it in every word you spew, “So when I say I believe in love… I don’t mean it in regards to a feeling that transpires throughout inconsistently, but I mean it as a choice to continue to feel that way even when it hurts and I can’t take it any more.”

A silence seemed to drag on between you and for a moment you wondered if you said too much and sounded too stupid. Taehyung seemed to inhale and exhale at once, “Well, I do say, we have very similar ideals. I don’t think I could’ve put it into better words than a writer even if I tried.”

You couldn’t help but smile, hiding it behind your wine glass, “Maybe you’ll paint them instead.”

“Maybe, I’ll paint you instead,” Taehyung said with a pale yet serene expression like he was scared to speak his words and exhilarated by them all the same.

How could someone seem to get lost and sound so dazed when talking about writing? Did writing mean as much to you as his art did to him? Is that why there was never a need for many words to be spoken between you? Was that why he was able to enjoy your presence so long and so quickly when before you would never even speak? Was there always this underlying connection between your minds and how you viewed art and your world?

You rested your glass on the table as you took in his living room again and all its character, there was a set of paintbrushes just laying on his table and you reached for one. The wood was smooth between your fingertips as you twisted it before looking up at him with a curious gaze, “With one of these?”

Taehyung simply nodded his head watching you lift your skirt up just enough to expose a bit of leg and you brushed the art tool against your calf, “It’s soft.”

His tongue ran over his lips and he leaned forward to gently take the brush back. You were nearing an apology for taking it without asking him first but he simply scooted closer to you on the blanket he laid beneath you and placed your legs over his, skirt of your dress rising even further until he was running the brush over the curve of your knee, “I use it to blend shadows, like this.”

The brush felt soft against your skin, sending tingles down your spine as he ran it over you in circular motions, eyes on yours.

“I tried painting once,” you said as his finger slowly traded with the brush until he was softly touching you, “I wasn’t that good, I couldn’t portray the right picture.”

Taehyung just smiled as he felt you hand go over his while taking the brush back until you were tracing the curve of his wrist, “Paint with your words, and show me you’d write me, like your character.”

“He is very similar to you,” you said, “In almost every aspect and I didn’t realize that until today.”

“Mm,” Taehyung hummed in content when you lifted the brush toward the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, teasing him without realizing it. You seemed to use the brush against him without much thought of what you were doing and how it affected him. You should know, though, that the feel of his art tool against his skin would feel good to him. The soft bristles tickled his collarbone, “How would he make love?”

That seemed to catch you by surprise as you slowed your touch to look up at him. He just bit his lip, hand on your leg caressing it as he waited for your response. Without missing a beat, you said, “Slowly, starting with a sweet kiss.”

A small smirk came to his face, one that only he could pull off without looking cocky. He looked smart and pretty with his glasses and blonde hair, when he spoke he made it sound poetic and when he looked at you it felt like he was focused on whatever was beneath the surface. You watched him push his glasses up the slope of his nose and before you knew it, he was leaning closer, lithe fingers coming up to touch your chin and tilt your jaw.

Although you knew what was coming, there was no denying the small second of hesitation that coursed through you when his lips so tenderly pressed against yours, his voice low as he asked, “Like this?”

You licked your lips despite the extremely small space between yours and his and without the ounce of hesitation from earlier, your hand came up to his neck where you pulled him into you for a real kiss. It started off slowly just like the two of you knew it would but there was no denying the desire that laced throughout it. At first all that happened was your mouths moving against each other, getting used to the idea of kissing — something neither of you have done in a while. Then, it became more feverish. If possible, you seemed to move closer with your hand on his thigh to support yourself. You were on your knees leaning into him and he had a single hand against the floor to support his sitting position while the other was cupping your chin for the best angle. There was a growing intensity between your mouths, lips moving more forcefully now, saliva gradually increasing when you felt his tongue make a swiping motion against your lips.

“Or like this?” His voice had become more hoarse with need. He enjoyed feeling the way your body seemed to lean toward his and he seemed to ask, “What would he do next?”

“It’s not what he would do next,” you said as you moved without your own violation and trailed your lips along the curve of his jaw, “But what would happen to him next.”

Taehyung’s head seemed to tip back as he used both of his hands to keep him upright while you moved between his patted legs to kiss down his neck. He licked at his lips, slowly blinking at the first feel of your tongue licking his ear lobe before you sucked it into your mouth making a tingle run down his spine. Your warm breath tickling his ear made his breath bitch and it didn’t take you long to realize that you had found his weak spot. Unable to help yourself you brought your mouth back to his for a kiss that was much needier than any of the ones prior.

“Y/n,” Taehyung’s throat was dry and it made his voice raspier than usual, “Touch me more.”

The words surprised you. You didn’t take him for much of a womanizer but you didn’t think he would seem this touch starved. The last person you had slept with had been your dear friend, Namjoon, and when you realized feelings were beg bring to get involved you were to end the rendezvous that had transpired between you two in an effort to save the friendship and his feelings. You couldn’t explain why you could never see him as more than a friend—and you couldn’t explain why it was so easy to view Taehyung as something more. Your mind had been drawn to him before your body and yet it all felt the same.

You began to crawl away from him and in an effort to keep this going, he went after you with another kiss before your hand touched his chest to keep him in place. It got to the point where Taehyung wasn’t sure if it was the cashmere brown sweater he wore that made his body heat up, or if it was being too close to the fireplace but he felt himself begin to break into a sweat.

He stretched his legs out before him when he got the hint of what you wanted to do watching you shimmy down until you were nearly eye level with his pants and the evident bulge becoming more prominent with each passing second. Taehyung was not ashamed of how quickly you seemed to get to him and his body’s reaction to you. Sex was a normal thing, it was poetic and passionate if done with the right person and he hasn’t done it in a while—a long while. It was completely normal for him to release a light gasp when your hand grazed his inner thigh just inching toward his growing erection.

The two of you made eye contact once more, his lip caught between his teeth and his eyelids low in a lustful gaze that matched your own. There was a strong attraction toward each other — infatuation if you will — and you can’t say there’s romantic feelings between you but there’s no denying that there has been the underlying sexual tension that rose from a clear understanding of each other’s devotion to your work. It turns you on to know he seems to connect with your ideals.

You didn’t even realize Taehyung had moved a hand behind you until he was pulling on the back of your head to drag you back into a needy kiss. Your hands had already gone toward his slacks and you had been unzipping the front as the two of you made out once more. Taehyung’s hand fell back to the ground with a groan as you yanked at his underwear making him lift his hips enough for them to come down with his pants. A small hissing sound left his lips as his hard dick finally made its appearance, springing free of its right confines, hard enough to already angle toward his navel.

Taehyung was not ashamed by the way his stomach caved in with a deep breath at the first feel of your hand wrapping around his tip spreading the beads of precum that had already dribbled out the slit. His tongue was in your mouth, sliding against yours with you swallowing each groan he let out when you began to stroke his length slowly from base to tip. Like earlier, when you tried pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath, he was following after you to stop you from breaking apart from him.

A thin line of drool connected your mouth to his as you finally pulled back, biting down on your lip. He watched you look down at his exposed member, leaning down until you were face to face with it. His long fingers curled around your hair, slowly pushing your head down just a middle until he felt the first tender lick of your tongue along his tip. Taehyung’s entire body reacted to the way you tentatively licked his head teasingly making a small shudder travel right through him.

You have to say, Taehyung has one of the prettiest dicks you’ve ever seen and you just couldn’t help but want to savor it. It was just so pretty and you found yourself wanting to play with it some more. Your hand held onto him at his base as you ran your tongue down the side of his length lathering it in drool to aid your closed fist.

His brows scrunched together as he attempted to watch what you were doing. He could feel your hand jerking him off as you teasingly kissed up his side and tip, tongue swirling around his slit that leaked precum. He just couldn’t see you over the bulk of his sweater.

With an annoyed huffed, he released your hair to pull at his sweater with one arm as he brought it up toward his chest and tucked it under his jaw. Just as he had it fixed, a low and deep sound vibrating in his chest feeling your lips finally surround his tip, sucking gently before relaxing and taking more of him inside. You made yourself relax so you could loosen your jaw enough to accommodate his length as you began to suck him off, tongue licking along the bottom side everytime you bobbed your head up and down.

You had a firm hand on his upper thigh as the other was at his base against his pelvic bone to hold his hips down and let your mouth do all the work. His sweater slipped from under his chin making him groan as he threw his head back, “So good.”

He kept his gaze on the ceiling taking in the feel of your warm and tight mouth taking his cock so deeply. You looked up at his stomach trying to see his face but with the way his head was tilted back, you just couldn’t. All you could see was his chest rise and lower with each breathy sigh he let out, ducking his cock deeper down your throat.

Unable to help yourself, you moved your hand to his navel, feeling his breathing better and he needed to see what you looked like with his dick in your mouth.

He held the end of his sweater between his teeth as he stared down the expanse of his torso to where you laid between his legs swallowing around his cock with a dark look in your eyes that had him muffling a moan.

His hips bucked helplessly into you making you swallow more and more of his length till you couldn’t breathe properly anymore and needed to get off. The hand you still had on his dick began to stroke him, wrist flicking on each upward stroke to make your palm run along his slit while you caught your breath. You watched him in complete awe, he was so hard and his balls tightened against that you couldn’t help but lick between them.

"Fuck," the sweater made it hard to hear him as hw sank his teeth into it feeling it begin to moisten annoyingly so bur he was not going to miss the sight of you kissing below his cock to his balls.

When you finally decided to take him back in your mouth there was no slow build up, it was quick and sudden as you took him down your throat to the point where you gagged around him. The way he bit into the sweater looked like a restraint and he looked so pretty with the fire reflecting off his tan, bare chest and his blonde hair was just a knotted mess from how often he shook it.

“Y/n, you feel so good,” You were never much of a talker during sex, especially if it wasn’t genuine and just superficial dirty talk but he sounded so good moaning your name even if you couldn’t hear him properly.

There wasn’t much warning aside from the incessant moaning that fell from his lips and was swallowed in cashmere for you to know he was close. His hips bucked messily into your mouth, cock twitching with the need to just let go and when you met your mouth with your fist jerking off the rest of him… he just couldn’t take anymore.

Taehyung’s head fell back with a dry moan as the urge to cum got the best of him and he let go in your mouth. You didn’t seem to mind either, once the surprise of the suddenness had worn off, you didn’t hesitate but to try and swallow as much of the thick semen as you could, not at all bothered by the taste of it. Taehyung had to let his sweater go to breathe heavily through his parted lips as he used his elbows to sit himself up in the blanket, trying to understand what had just happened.

“Mm,” you hummed, proud of yourself for making him cum down your throat and you sat up to look at him. Taehyung met your eyes with his feeling heavy with need as he licked his dry lips before forcing himself to sit up properly so he could drag you into a deep kiss. You released a light mewl in surprise, kissing him back eagerly with his hand below your ear on your neck guiding you to angle your head one way while he went the other.

There was not a single part of him that felt bothered at the taste of himself on your tongue, if anything it only made him want you more so he could repay you for treating him so well. Once you had gotten lost in your little makeout, it was easy for you to follow his lead as he moved over you to get you to lie down in his place. The only time he pulled away from you was to finally free himself from the confines of his stupid sweaters and kick off his pants the rest of the way. It didn’t take you long to get what he wanted and you hurried to remove your cardigan feeling the straps of your dress begin to slip off your shoulders. Taehyung dragged you to him, kissing along the exposed skin of your collarbone and shoulder, hands sliding down your back till they could inch the dress down and off of you, making you take it off through the bottom so he wouldn’t have to pull away again.

Your bra and underwear were made of a thin crème colored lace that looked pretty against your complexion and soft between his fingertips as he ran his hands over your covered breasts that had been taunting him all night.

A quiet gasp left your lips due to the way his lips kissed down the valley of your breaths, soft hair tickling your neck. Taehyung’s hands held onto your sides, sliding them up to the end of your bra, feeling you arch your back into his affections until he was able to move them under your to grab at the clasp. Once he was able to unhook it, he tugged it off your arms letting you throw it to the side and dragged him into another kiss when he cupped your bare tits in his warm hands, using his thumbs to rub over your hardening nipples.

“Taehyung,” you whined softly against him, eyes on the ceiling when he began to leave love bites along your neck, traveling his wet mouth lower and lower down your stomach.

“Hm,” he hummed in acknowledgement, making his way between your legs while his hands groped your chest loving the softness of your skin under his rough painter’s hands.

As Taehyung slipped further between your legs till his face was near your spread legs, he looked down. The lace underwear was transparent enough for him to see just a bit underneath and he could see a small shadow of slick over where your cunt should be. He tried to look up at you through his blonde fringe and you sat forward enough to brush it back, smiling as he pressed a teasing kiss against the hood of your clit over your underwear. You lied back down letting yourself relax feeling his fingers hook under the hem of your panties till he was tugging it off and move your thighs over his shoulders so he four fit snugly against you.

Taehyung didn’t waste time teasing you, he had already been so turned on that not even cumming down your throat was able to calm his raging hormones. He just wanted to have you as soon as he could, any way he could, and that meant with his tongue stiffening as he parted your folds around him before licking flatly toward your clit. A light moan left your lips as your clit immediately reacted to stimulation, a small gush of slick pushing out of your pussy with arousal. Taehyung was not inexperienced in the art of making someone cum undone on his to hue and that was becoming more and more evident with the way he made out with your cunt like it was your mouth.

“Oh my god,” you threw your head back, out of breath, as his tongue began to flick messily at your clit while hands slid further down your inner thighs until he was using his thumbs to pull your folds apart for him. You could feel your wetness begin to drip further down but he was quick to leave your clit and lap his tongue against your wet entrance where your arousal seemed to form a puddle at. With the way his thumbs kept you open, you felt everything.

Every now and then his thumb would teasingly push in just a little more than before, acting like he didn’t even notice he was doing it while he hungrily sucked on your clit, tugging it between his lips. His thumb was rubbing against your labia, pressing into it, teasing your entrance every now and then by pushing into it until he felt your legs begin to tremble around him. Unable to help himself, he got a big more rough, tonguing your clit with such effort that his head shook with eagerness, swallowing your slick and pressing his face into your cunt to taste all that you had to offer.

“Oh,” you breathed out shakily, hand sinking into his hair when he nosed at your clit, tongue joining his finger as he thrusted it into you, “I-I, oh god.”

“Mhm,” Taehyung nodded, urging you to let go of him and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Your thighs tried shutting but his head didn’t let you and instead you pressed them against him making him groan with need, eyes nearly rolling as he doubled his efforts.

Your throat became dry as you planted heavily, hips bucking against his mouth until finally you felt the knot in your stomach come undone. His motions did not miss a beat in licking everything you had to offer as your orgasm came in a wave.

“S-so, good,” you breathed out tiredly feeling your pussy walls clenching around nothing and as much as you wanted to just be done, you needed him inside you. When he came up to kiss you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him flush against you so his hard cock rutted against your wet pussy. The taste of each other on your tongues was what made it easy for you two to want to keep going without the thought of repercussions. His hand slid between your sweaty bodies to hold his cock, lining it up with your entrance, bumping into your clue as he refused to break away from the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as the two of you looked at each other with such need, such want that your lips didn’t spend too long apart from each other.

Your tongue met his just as his cock met the inside of your pussy, taking it slowly as he stroked himself with your slick to ease himself in better. His dick was rock hard, and your pussy was so fucking wet he couldn’t help but moan into your mouth as you took him in.

Taehyung has to hold onto you with a hand on your waist to keep you from sliding away from him too much as the blanket wrinkles on his wooden floor. He had his other tucked by the side of your head looking down at you lovingly as he finally began to thrust, “Tell me if it’s too much, love.”

“Mhm,” you said softly, legs falling apart even more to accommodate his as he dug his knees into the floor so he use his hips to fuck you better. A groan left his lips at the expert roll of your pelvis against his taking more and more of his length inside your tight walls.

“You make me feel so full,” you moaned gently into his ear as he dropped his head down against your neck to try and ignore the fact that your pussy around his dick without any protective layer between them felt so fucking good. You were already so close and he’s barely started. He fucked you slowly but firmly, getting himself used to being inside you and sucking on your neck, his hand left your hip to cup your breast once more and you gasped when he pinched your nipple.

“So tight,” Taehyung breathed out heavily with a single touch thrust that had your walls tightening around him, “So good for me.”

He did it again, and once again drew another moan out of you, repeating his thrusts more roughly than before until you were moaning out a string of his name.

Taehyung was well endowed and you never doubted that for even a second. He knew how to have sex, not just to fuck, but to have sex. It wasn’t just loud groans and rough thrusts. He was sensual, he kissed your neck, whispered sweet words of praise in your ear, touch your body as he fucked you almost passionately—unlike the usual guys you hook up with.

“It’s like you were made for me,” Taehyung groaned, brows scrunched together in concentration as he pulled back to sit and swing your right leg over him to press against your left until you were nearly lying on your side. He laid down next to you, curving his body against yours and lifting your leg back and held it up with his knee as he fucked you from the side. His lips were against your ear, whispering, “Just for me, like my own creation.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “Just for you, please Taehyung, I’m so close.”

You looked straight out of a vintage erotica film. His apartment was warm due to the fireplace and comforting because of the classical music playing. The moon looked over you as you had sex, nearly love making, lying on your sides with his body cuddled into yours, fucking you with his cock while groping your breasts in his hands. You had to angle your head back and then your neck to kiss him and he swallowed your mouth with his, thrusts getting tougher as he curled around you, “Me too, love, all for you.”

“So paint me,” you moaned, fucking back against him.

For a moment he wondered if you meant on a canvas, or with his cock in your pussy, but he realized he would gladly do both if you let him. Your hand slid back to guide his hips into yours, “Cum, Taehyung, inside me, please.”

“Oh god,” a low growl left his lips as he dug his face into your hair, “Fuck, Y/n, d-don’t tempt me.”

“Do it,” your hand came up to his hair now, dragging his head toward yours until your lips met in a messy kiss, “I’m going to cum, Tae, please.”

It wasn’t a good idea. You were on the pill but he didn’t know that, all he knew was that he wasn’t wearing a condom and he wanted to fill you with so much cum that he painted you white.

“Mhm,” he moaned when you tugged on his bottom lip between your teeth and his hand pinched your hips, “Cum, Y/n, please—oh fuck.”

The only thing that came from you two was the sound of skin slapping as the urge to cum overtook you both and you were fucking like rabbits in heat. Nothing but animalistic grunts left him as he finally felt the flood of release you let go around with him with a whine of his name and before he knew it, he was cumming.

You immediately felt full with his release as it joined yours, cock pulsing inside you as he waited a moment to reel his emotions back in, sweaty forehead pressed against yours, “So good.” He hugged you closely, breathing heavily into your neck, softly kissing your skin affectionately.

It took you both some time to regain awareness of what had just happened and you lied on the fur blanket he had tossed on the floor. The fire sizzled behind you and some classical song [you were ashamed to admit you didn’t know] was playing. Taehyung seemed to be more in control of himself now and reached up to his small table in search of his pack. Once he had a cigarette between his lips, he lay back down next to you to catch his breath, pressing it to yours next.

There was a sort of glow to your skin, your eyes shined with the night sky reflecting through the windows. Light came from the fire not far behind and a small dim lamp in the corner yet the moon was still casted over you two.

His eyes traced your features once more and before he knew it, he was saying something unexpected, “She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.”

Despite the way your heart seemed to stop, your brows furrowed, “What?”

Taehyung took another drag of his cigarette, “Who wrote that? ‘She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen’ I read it somewhere… ‘With stars in her eyes’.”

Your eyes seemed to widen as you thought it over for a second. A sense of realization flooded you but even knowing you might be right, you still shyly asked, “Virgina Woolf?”

“Yes, I believe so, ‘She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, with stars in her eyes and veils in her hair.’ I read it years ago,” Taehyung stared out at the moon through the bay windows, “Anyways, it just came to mind, and reminded me of you.”

There was a cloud of smoke drifting into nothing like they were his words being absorbed all around you. After that a silence seemed to fill the room and it was so calming in fact that you found yourself lulled to sleep against his chest.

It wasn’t until hours later when you had woken to loud noises, did you realize that he had not had the luxury of peaceful post-sex sleep.

The first thing you had noticed in your haze of sleep was the sky still blue out and the fire still crackling behind you. The second was that you still slept on the floor and Taehyung was not beside you anymore. It took you some time to realize all the noise that had woken you up was coming from him and his quick brush strokes.

Taehyung had a pair of jeans on and a smock. He didn’t even bother with a shirt, just slipped the smock over his bare chest and he sat on the floor with a pallet full of paint in his hands as he did soft strokes on his canvas. He was so focused that he didn’t seem to mind his glasses which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, lips slightly parted in concentration and eyes bouncing around his painting.

You wondered what this meant for you. You didn’t know what time it was but the way he worked so diligently didn’t even make you want to stay, what if it would bother him? You don’t want to do that and he seems to have already forgotten you were there and what you had just done. With a small sigh you looked around for all of your things, finishing getting dressed and in search of your shoes and bag.

Taehyung’s strokes were fast and agile, he didn’t even have to think of how he was painting, he was just moving mindlessly and mixing all the right colors and blending in all the right places. You took a seat on the sofa trying to put your boots back on.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked but his eyes never left the canvas. You could barely hear him over the sound of the record player still playing and it took you a second to know he was even talking to you.

You looked up curiously, “Um… it’s late, I should probably go, I don’t want to disturb your work.”

You were very understanding actually. There are many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night to write and you didn’t waste time on thinking of anything else while doing it so if Taehyung was the same about his painting then you didn’t want to bother him.

Taehyung pushed his glasses up with the tip of his brush as he finally looked at you, “You won’t disturb me. Stay.”

He watched as you brought your lower lip between your teeth in thought before saying, “Seriously Tae, I don’t mind leaving. You’re working, I understand.”

“But I mind,” Taehyung said in his deep voice that sounded even deeper this late with the fire in the fireplace still crackling and Beethoven’s String Quartet No. 14 playing in the background. You didn’t say anything for a moment and he ran a hand through his messy hair, a small paint streak coating a strand, “Won’t you stay, Y/n? I’ve been in a slump and right now it just hit me all at once and I think it’s because of you. Please, won’t you stay?”

“Can I watch?”

Taehyung did not hesitate to nod his head and motion for you to sit on the floor next to him so you moved quickly to do so.

By the end of the night you watched him paint until dawn with your head resting against his back adoringly. His brush strokes were hypnotizing and the way he captured the light perfectly had you in awe, especially when you realized it was a painting of you.

It inspired you the way he was so devoted to his work and it reminded you of yourself.

Your days carried on as usual after that night with Taehyung. The only differences being ones that involved him. For instance, he has called you a couple times —he’s completely against the act of texting. It’s never anything major, usually to ask how your day has been or to get coffee. There was no sign of an actual relationship but it was close to it.

Today you had your shared anatomy class and he sat next to you instead of behind you like he normally would.

You’re not very fond of the fact that he’s distracting you more than you would like him to but it’s something you can’t explain. Your pen scribbled away in your yellow page notebook with word after word just piecing together effortlessly. Taehyung was utterly fascinated by it all, sometimes you wouldn’t even look down but your pen seemed to never fully lift off the page. You filled page after page in the three hour class, eyes on the professor but nothing you wrote down had to do with what he was teaching.

Every now and then you would look over at him and your eyes would meet, he would raise a brow and you would give him a smile, before looking down to write.

“I don’t think you heard a single thing he said today,” Taehyung said once the two of you made your way out of the lecture hall side by side. From the way you stared off into space, lips moving every now and then as if mouthing silent words, he knew you weren’t listening. He doubts you meant to ignore him but clearly you seemed to be in your own world right now, just thinking about writing and writing and he gets it.

You weren’t thinking of anything else, and he knows this because he had to grab onto your waist and pull you back to keep you from walking right into the pouring rain just outside. You seemed to snap back into reality and looked around, “Did you say something?”

Taehyung was opening his umbrella for you, pulling you under it beside him, “I’ve written notes for you, you seemed a bit distracted to take them yourself today.”

Your eyes slowly widened in surprise as it finally dawned on you that you had spent the last three hours doing nothing but writing about him. You came to a sudden stop and he waited there beside you with the rain pounding on his umbrella. With a small sigh, he let go of you to rummage through his bag with his free hand and took out his notebook, “I wrote two of everything.”

“Taehyung,” you said, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” he said with a shrug, “But you were so lost in your writing I didn’t want anything disturbing you. I had no problem with it, I’m a fast writer and a good listener.”

“Thank you,” you finally began to walk again now that you couldn’t bear the cold standing in one place, “I am bad at focusing on anything else when I write.”

“I understand,” he had to speak up so you could hear him over the rain, “And if you do not think I would be a bother, maybe you’ll let me watch you write more?”

“You’ll get bored,” you said as the two of you walked toward his car, a vintage Chevrolet Corvette that belonged to his grandfather.

“Watching you?” He asked, holding the door open for you, “Never.”

Your apartment was how he pictured it—books and papers scattered everywhere. You were still much neater than him but not by much, clearly the two of you focused too much on your craft that it’s completely taken over everything.

Your place was small yet spacious and well furnished with vintage chairs and mahogany bookshelves. There was a slight clutter of books upon books and dead plants that didn’t get enough sun with the curtains closed. It was warm and had your lovely scent. There was a stack of papers on a desk next to a laptop and an expensive looking typewriter.

There wasn’t much of a conversation going on between you, the last time you said something to him was when you asked him if he needed a drink. Your back was to him and he spent about an hour or so sitting alone on the daybed as he drew in his sketchbook.

After some time when you finally decided to join him, you were exhausted and physically drained. You lied down with your head on his lap looking up at him when his hand began to caress your cheek. “Taehyung.”

“Yes, my love?” He asked with his gaze meeting yours. The name just slipped and he didn’t care to take it back, only watched you curiously still waiting to hear what you would say. You blinked once, “I think I’m beginning to understand better.”

You had been writing nonstop for a long time but for the first time it felt like you finally understood your work.

There was no way to explain it but these interactions with Taehyung—your living reverie—have opened your eyes to his character and the way you wanted to write him in the first place. He was everything you had been searching for.

He leaned back, startled by the sudden way you sat up, hand around his looking at him, “You.”

“Me?” Taehyung asked with his hands on your waist, shifting you more on his lap, “You understand me?”

All it took was one nod of your head for him to be pulling you into a kiss meeting you halfway. He had a hand on your chin, angling your head opposite of his letting the kiss deepen, soon he was tracing the curve of your neck with his jaw. Every ounce of lust and greed poured out in his fingers when he touched you.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to realize something about his friend seemed different. He was used to Taehyung isolating himself when he had a wave of creativity. There would be days on end where Jungkook would call only for every call to be ignored. He would even write his friend letters but he never answered him. When he was back to normal, Taehyung would look tired like he hadn't eaten or slept in days.

Right now, Jungkook sees Taehyung but he doesn’t think Taehyung sees him. Despite sitting across from him, he wouldn’t look his way. Instead he was staring out the large windows that overlooked the courtyard

“Have you eaten?” Jungkook asked, looking up from his sketchbook. The two had been on the second floor of the library this evening studying classical art techniques. Jungkook had gotten bored and began to sketch up an idea for another sculpture while Taehyung drew someone he couldn’t recognize. His friend didn’t even so much as flinch and give any sign that he was listening.

A small scoff left his lips, “Taehyung.” With an annoyed huff, he reached for his sketchbook and watched with a confused expression, “Who is this?”

It was quite detailed despite how little time he had to draw this and Jungkook was in awe. For a second he wondered if this was original work from Taehyung, all created from his mind but as he followed Taehyung’s gaze out the window, he realized it wasn’t.

It was you.

You sat on a wooden bench facing the swan fountain and there was a book in your hands. Jungkook couldn’t make out the book but seemed to have all your attention because you stopped every now and then to highlight something then jot it down in a notebook. There were powder blue headphones on your head and you were in a red lace long sleeve top with roses embroidered on and under was a white shirt. The black skirt you wore reached below your knees with a slit on the side that exposed your boots and over it all, you had on a black coat. He’ll admit, you did look rather captivating against the dead green of the lawn and trees paired with the foggy sky from days on end of rain.

Taehyung seemed to have found his newest muse and it was all he could think about.

“Are you still interested in her?” Jungkook finally asked, catching the way a small smile seemed to fall on Taehyung’s face—something he rarely got to see despite how easily he gave them to you. Jungkook did recognize you in the drawing better once he got a good look at you. He had almost forgotten seeing you weeks ago when he was with Taehyung, but he had certainly forgotten his friend’s knowledge and curiosity of you.

“Only a little,” Taehyung said, ignoring the way Jungkook looked at him with disbelief. He was used to his friend having a sudden infatuation with a certain person but they were short lived and always ended with the poor girl crying about how cold he was—Jungkook knows because he was always there to pick up their broken pieces with a night in his bed [Taehyung never cared].

“She’s hot,” Jungkook said, half teasingly to read how his friend would feel. Taehyung merely gave him a side glance in acknowledgment but the smile he had for you had tightened as he looked back outside.

“It’s that guy again,” Jungkook pointed out as they both watched outside, “What’s his name?”

Kim Namjoon.

Taehyung was used to seeing him around throughout the years but he never had a need to pay attention to him before. Like most of those who he sees in passing they never become more than that—just a passing blur that he doesn’t care to know a single thing about. Namjoon used to be one of the ones he ignored until he heard you mention him once or twice.

“Who knows,” Taehyung said, shifting his gaze down to his sketch pad avoiding the sight of Namjoon and you now standing like you had somewhere to go.

Jungkook, the ever curious and procrastinating, kept watching you just out of sheer boredom. The library had gone dark aside from the few kerosene lamps scattered across tables but it was already getting hard to see his sketches properly so now he’s just waiting for Taehyung to finish.

Suddenly, all too suddenly that it made him jump in his seat, Taehyung was standing, shoving his things in his bag loud enough to create an echo in the cold library. Jungkook looked up at him, pencil laying limp in his hand now, “Are we done?”

Taehyung pushed his chair into the wooden table, not bothering to look back at his friend as he stormed off, “Yes.”

Not long after he watched his friend make his abrupt leave from the library… he saw him now approaching you and Namjoon.

You were blissfully unaware that you had been watching through the windows of a library as much as you were unaware of Taehyung coming up behind you as Namjoon talked. “I was thinking maybe we could go catch that new movie that just came out.”

“Oh, I was going to do some writing—You won’t believe it Joonie,” your tone changed so suddenly as you grabbed him by the arm, jerking him toward you excitedly carrying on like he hadn’t said anything, “It’s like I can’t stop writing, you wouldn’t believe how easily the words are flowing like… I don’t know, I’ve never felt this way before, Joonie.”

“That’s good, Y/n but,” Namjoon’s words slowed down as he looked behind you at the looming figure standing a few feet away. He’s never spoken a word to Kim Taehyung despite both being grad students, he only knows of him from what others have spoken and he’s very… cold. Since when did you and him begin to talk? Namjoon took your hands in his as he pulled you closer to have your attention knowing you still didn’t know who was behind you, “But it’s nice to get a break, you don’t want to overwork yourself.”

“You don’t get it, Namjoon,” you said his name instead of the affectionate nickname you’ve always called him, he couldn’t help but look at Taehyung who pretended like he wasn’t watching closely with a cigarette dangling between his fingers, “I can’t stop. I cannot stop. If I-I do, I don’t know.”

His gaze shifted behind you making you turn to look too and your eyes seemed to soften as you made eye contact with the dirty blonde you’ve been spending time with lately.

“Y/n,” Taehyung’s deep voice spoke as he stared at you two, “I thought you would be busy writing”

“I’m on my way to right now,” you said, taking a step toward him with your back to your friend, “Would you join me?”

A smile came to his face as he pushed his glasses up, “If I could paint you again.”

You stood still in thought. The first time he painted you was after you had sex for the first time when it felt warm, passionate and hungry. He never slept that night, he stayed up the entire time getting the right blends of pigment on your body as it lay on the flue blanket completely nude. You’re not sure if he knew what saying that would make you think but from the way his brow raised questioning made you think he did.

Namjoon felt his jaw clench, eyes glaring at Taehyung who didn’t even bat an eye in his direction. You looked back to Namjoon now who waited for you with a bated breath. You walked up to him making his heart face as you pressed your lips against his cheek with your softly brushing against his jaw. The kiss was tender on his face and when he looked down at you, you gave him an apologetic smile, “Will you call me?”

“Will you answer?” Namjoon asked but you weren’t beside him anymore. You were next to Taehyung who took your book bag off your shoulders and put it over his, a hand grazing your back as he talked to you but too far out of your friend’s ear shot.

“What did your friend want?” Taehyung asked.

“To see a movie but I have to finish what I’m writing before it slips my mind,” You said moving your hand to his bent arm walking alongside him, “I’ll have to catch up with him another day.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that but you could still feel his eyes on you. A part of you wanted to ignore his gaze because you find yourself at a loss for words any time he looks at you that way. It’s like he sees through you not at you and sometimes you don’t know which one is better.

There’s no denying that he likes the look of you, he finds you attractive and not just physically. You know that. You just can’t tell what he’s thinking that makes him look at you that way.

“Namjoon.”

He stood alone where you once had been beside him, just watching you leave with the art major he had no idea you were even involved with. Since when did you begin to talk to him and how did Namjoon never notice? Did you just decide that you would not be open with him anymore?

“Jimin,” Namjoon looked at his friend, a bit stunned, “Hey.”

The ballerina watched after you alongside him now as he asked, “Y/n is leaving with Taehyung?”

“Are they together?” Namjoon asked suddenly, “Did you know?”

Jimin shook his head no, “Not exactly, I mean, Y/n never hid the fact that she had a thing for Taehyung, I’m just surprised to see them leave together. Y/n never told me they began to talk.”

Namjoon bit his lip nervously, “You don’t think they’ll date or anything, do you? This just seems sudden.”

He looked to his friend for some comfort but all Jimin did was shrug his shoulders and say, “I don’t know, you know Y/n doesn’t really date and neither does he, they’re always too focused on writing or painting to think about anything else. Who knows, they might just work out because of how similar they are.”

“Yeah but…” Namjoon was trying to find words to say but nothing came to mind. Maybe he was just being bitter… he’s been your friend for years. He’s always been there for you anytime you needed him without question. You were attracted to him enough to sleep with him but was that all it was ever going to be? You won’t see him as more than just a friend but then Kim Taehyung comes along and suddenly you have no problem walking away from Namjoon to go with him?

Jimin looked at his friend apologetically, he sympathized with him. He’s known you for longer than Namjoon has and he’s been through this exact same thing before too. There was a time when he thought you and him were the closest until Namjoon came along and suddenly you spent all your time with him instead. Now Namjoon is experiencing what Jimin did but this time because of Taehyung and he feels bad for that.

“Look, I’m going to be honest,” Jimin tried to work out what he was going to say so it didn’t come off badly, “I think, Y/n loves the idea of Taehyung on paper… how she can write or create him like she’s done with you and I in the past. I think maybe it’s nothing past something superficial but at the same time…”

“At the same time,” Jimin repeated himself with a bated breath, “I see a lot of similarities between them especially when it comes to putting their work first and maybe that’s something they seem to understand about each other that we don’t.”

Namjoon didn’t get it.

So was it not that you two had feelings for each other?

Was it not that you might love each other?

Was it just that you two understood each other?

He doesn’t get it. Now, Namjoon might not understand your obsession with perfecting every aspect of your writing… but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you. He loved you a lot—more than he assumes Taehyung could love you.

It’s not like it’s a secret, Namjoon has always been open about the way he felt about you so why did you choose someone else? All because he couldn’t understand you the way Taehyung might? Is it because he can’t just look at you and know what you need the way Taehyung can?

Is it because he doesn’t spend hours missing sleep or eating just so he could obsess over his work too?

How could Taehyung possibly understand you more than he does?

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okokok this was kinda long but I’m sorry, blonde Taehyung as an art major was doing it for me 🫶this was a romance but also not necessarily bc the focus isn’t entirely on their relationship 🤒neither one of them are supposed to be super likable so if you hate them and the way oc did Joon and Jimin dirty i get it 🫡but they just genuinely do not think about anything but their craft.

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Mon Ange. | KTH

♫ listen while reading 📖— Is there someone else ~ The Weeknd

before you read: Keep in mind that this is all purely fiction. If any of the below warnings trigger you then do not read, blocking is welcomed if you are uncomfortable btw.. idc! (*- 3•*)~

pairing: sub!reader × lawyer dom!taehyung

part 1 here

wc. 7.6k | smut & angst + fluff (reader is 22 & tae is 32)

Warnings: (+18) — taehyung smokes, long raw rough sex, creampie, infidelity & cheating (not between yn & tae), arranged marriage, inaccurate lawyer talk blah blah, intense orgasm, missionary, drunk tae to tipsy tae, spanking & face slapping, backhanded praise, lotsa dirty talk, aftercare, overthinking and anxiety esque moments, tension all around.. enjoy

— I made you mine, or so it seemed. I might as well be two feet tall. You never will love me at all. —

You’re calling out for his name, nothing can kill this moment. He feels sweetness and ease.. never has he let himself slip. But tonight is his birthday or so it was hours before.

Nonetheless, nothing could kill the stillness.

"Hm?" he’s mumbling with his speech, nose buried into pretty flushed skin. He feels confused, feeling you still when your words came out so blurred in his mind.

“I have to tell you something.”

Completely lost now where this was going, he stills his touch. Awkward and stiff, you make eye contact for what you are about to say.

He doesn’t understand the build up, he just wish you would say what it was. Maybe you had to take some time away from him due to your work.. he understood, he didn’t mind that.

"I think we should end our arrangement."

Oh. It’s so different from what he had just suspected, why does his heart feel like it just plummeted to another oblivion of nothing?

Taehyung doesn’t care, he’s undisciplined and chaotic with his very few next actions.

You need to leave. Freezing up, ready for his immediate impulse, because you know him like the back of your hand. The man picks you right off from his lap, rather rough and he would have time to regret on the meanness of it later.

He’s quick to pointing his hand open palm stiff and stern to the now sad wrinkled dress on the floor that laid lonely.

“Well, go on then.”

Your eyes looked at him pained, you had not a clue what his reaction really meant but you moved. Wiggling on your dress, back faced to him before looking once more to see his distracted stare. He is so out of it now, he doesn’t know.

“You understand.. right, Tae?” oh why must you speak so sweet to him using his shorten nickname in that especially nauseating sweet voice, even the way you are ending this is a million times nicer than he has ever ended a fling with a person.

“I do, bye.”

He’s being so mean, harsh and rude.

Taehyung hopes you won’t dwell on it or let it hurt your heart like it will to his very own.

But somehow he wants it to pain you, make you feel the same burn and ripping he feels in his chest right now. What did he do wrong?

“Goodbye Taehyung.” and that was it, the door clicked and so did his very front one. Left with the forbidden but likely delicious and perfect red velvet cake you’ve made, and a gift that sat perfectly next to it wrapped in his favorite color for wrapping paper on his kitchen island.

And indeed you had to make his favorite cake flavor, meaning you remembered the stupid detail when he told you on a night together.

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He remembers so clearly on the morning you stayed after for the first time coming over for six months. The two of you had lazed in his bed between tangled limbs and sheets “I will, I will protect you.” your lips dropped into a pout tracing your nimble finger over the man’s jaw.

How could you even say that when you leave him not much later, he doesn’t get it. This isn’t like you at all. Maybe being in pained denial he couldn’t accept the sore fact that someone made the first move on with abandonment.

You weren’t supposed to lie, it’s uncalled for and unacceptable. But even deep down the man knew he was being ignorant, he’s lied to many people to avoid hurt and it was his own field of career to lie if necessary.. that’s all you were trying to do.

The man can’t dare to muster up to think you have a bad bone in your little body that was filled of nothing less of kindness. But right now he won’t be rational with his assumptions.

He’s angry and selfish with dire need for your presence now all over again, no matter the situation that this is. But whatever really, big deal that you are gone. He will find someone else to fuck his life into, you are no different from any other living human with a hole.

…

He pauses.

Never mind that, fuck that. He deserves a good and perfect reason for why you did this.. leaving him in the dark, quite literally. Taehyung can't stand not talking to you even if he never took time to speak so much into your conversations. He still appreciated all of your efforts and presence you put into whatever what you had was, now it’s all fucking gone.

He used to act upon impulse when he would have multiple play things through out the month. But you, you make him stop to think. It makes him wrinkle his nose because he does not have a clue why you turn him to be this way. It’s simply you being you, no spell.. no great manipulation in your words. Just you.

In the beginning of this arrangement he was reluctant given the age gap, especially with the relation that you were a long time family client of his.

Once he became enthralled with someone.. he could say it took a lot to kill it.

You weren’t the only one that had the privilege, he’s turned thirty two this year and definitely doesn’t have enough fingers to count on with how many girls he has used up and nicely dumped off to the side — kindly.

Sparing the honest reason that he needs to focus on his career before weeks later he would latch claws into his new toy, it’s only painstakingly different now.

Much different because he had never held onto a “toy” for over a few months at a time, the man liked variety and trying new things. With you in the picture, it was sickening at the fact that he grew real attachment to every little thing about you. It made him want you more. While he is nothing great of the sort for you, he was only a warm body to give you what was desired. You gave him your body and time, in return he would give you lust driven pleasure.

He was the one who established what you two were from the great beginning, he was not allowed to feel betrayed and cheated. Someone could hate him and he would cackle at that, a girl could scream at the stoic man and he’d chuckle again. Once you lose his interest there is no winning him back, it's as if getting stuck in a never ending pit of quick sand that could swallow you in pitiful eyes. He thinks it’s valid to feel this way, he’s coming to terms with the whole ordeal of what all this was.

Being your damn family lawyer and you had met him when you were the young age of nineteen, a mere baby. It definitely took some time for him to be ok with the fact that he would end up fucking you almost weekly with your given age — he’s not a pervert.. right? But you were a mature girl as you grew up, he liked you for this reason.. different and good for whatever he wanted and still you set healthy boundaries not letting him walk over your toes.

Time will pass nicely, right? He will be fine and move on — find someone even better. A little reflecting won’t hurt his soul.

It has been a little over two months since the grouch for a man has seen you, turning slowly into the twentieth century version for Scrooge.

Promising himself each day he would not give in and call you, you will be the one to run back.

He’s been saying that to himself since the day you up and left.. now his very once high and wild ego was now dwindling day by day and he is pissed beyond belief, because wow, wowww. You really did leave him as if he planned to do the exact for you in the beginning of meeting with you, that was before he caught a liking and it was only for your body, of course.

Yes.. that’s what is was. It was only really your gorgeous body that gave him pleasure to see you again and again, never mind the fact of your amazing personality or one of a kind glowing aura that brought a sweet genuine smile on his usual crest fallen features.

Broken from his reverie he’s receiving a call, he’s been sat still buried in his office since six am. It’s how he gets through his days to not think about you or testing the waters of calling.

The phone clicks and clatters, he needs to get himself a new desk phone or better yet just buy another smartphone. Huffing and puffing, he inhales and exhales seeing the caller id.

“Hello, it’s been awhile sir.”

It’s your father, he has to fake a front for the sake of niceties and also being civil because your very own damn dad has been using the Kim’s for any law or business relations since Taehyung was probably born, he’ll complain and grumble later on to a nice white wall of his.

“Oh yes! Things have been crazed.”

Taehyung really wonders about that, a hotel tycoon can only get so wild and crazed.. right?

“Hmm, I understand. What can I help you with.”

“Ah, Mr Kim. let’s get down to it—“ the grinch for a man licks and licks his lips again out of great big habit, becoming nervous of the lingering for just how long it takes this man to get to a point. Many clicks and clattering over the other line.. the older would continue.

“So, I need to talk through some paperwork with you regarding about merging contracts.”

“Go on, sir.” he can’t be this vague.. come on. Shouldn’t he know better than to speak so small about important shit, god help his ticking time bomb for patience being not a virtue.

Ping

If silence could kill it would be deathly here and now, he receives the paper work faxed over. A skim and scan later — Taehyung feels his heart plummet to places beyond his comprehension.

It’s just so now, he realizes your father has been blabbering about whatever this whole time.

“What is this all for?”

His eyes ogle and ogle for more than a few times he could count, reading the bold letters of “Marital License and Contract Briefing.”

“Well if it wasn’t obvious, our dear y/n is going to get married next month. We have set her up with the perfect man who is a well respected hotelier heir, a perfect match for our family.”

Of course.. of course your father would set you up with a person that is in the same position of business as him, you probably had no word or real say in this. God, why does he feel wrath and anger. He wants to rip his hair out straight.

He should be happy for you, your new husband to be probably feels like home in his arms.

So much that he bets he mends you with warm healing long hugs, and utterly disgusting kind smiles that remind you of honey mixed into sweet vanilla, your very two favorite things.

He continued to offer your father a tight-lipped smile as if he could see him through the phone, briefly looking up from the contracts on his computer screen — faxed papers sitting nice and crisped on his desk. He thinks it’s best he ends this call now before he yells off.

“Ok sir, I’ll look over them and we will discuss the terms and things that will be strewn.”

“Oh that is great to hear! I invite you over tomorrow for tea, we will discuss all of the paperwork then. Yes?”

He won’t allow himself to think about that, he will agree just to get off this damn phone call.

“Yes sir, I’ll see you then, good night.”

Click.

He’s here, he can’t believe he actually came.

Sat in the way too high ceilings for a living area, he will blame it on why he feels this nauseated. God, he knows you live here obviously. It’s been your parents odd and traditional rule until you were ready to move out when they thought it was best, you always said that was why you still stayed with them. What he didn’t know was the bizarre underlying conditions were marriage.

“Ah Kim, here we are.” The meeting begins and ends with the blink of an eye.

It went awful in Taehyung’s eyes, he really didn’t want to hear about you getting married off for a great three hours. It left the man wanting to seethe and bite his mouth off until the older would finally shut up to take a puff or sip of liquor.

Then on he tried to laugh with your father.. even when it felt as if pearly teeth might crack with only how hard his jaw flexed shut.

Your father welcomes the man to stay over for only awhile longer, he won’t accept it, kindly.

He has to get going.. because someone (Taehyung) couldn’t handle on what all just happened. While the hag of your father thought it was a good idea to step out and take a call.

15 minutes before

It’s been minutes now and your father isn’t back, Taehyung decides to dwell around with his eyes to gawk at the various family portraits hung from generations before and other astray framed photographs of little you and family.

He has the urge to trace his finger along the frames but he won’t, definitely not now.

“Tae..?”

Like clockwork, Taehyung’s head cocks in nanoseconds to the spiraled staircase you stood by, gripping on the bar to keep stance.

You look gorgeous right now, still the same as before. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your legs, he’s no better than any other man. He decides he can’t stare for much longer though, clearing his throat to cock his head off to the side in mimicking a fake neck crack.

“Hello.” he decides on, licking lips for the trillionth time and resting hands into pockets.

Your stare doesn’t stutter elsewhere, you copy him yourself — licking lips except only slower and more tantalizing. Or that’s how he sees it. He hated confrontation, one of his favorite things about you though.. is you’d ask too many questions every time you were around. He’d act like he hated it, but bathed in the attention and attentive wide eyes you once had all for him.

It’s only none of the many questions you’d ask would ever provoke the man to deflect, bother him up the wall and make him drop you soon later in his own sheer annoyance like usual. It’s happened to others, he’s an asshole but he could care less because at least he is honest.

Seeing you now gives him bitter sweetness for deja vu, the memory to when he saw you for the first time when you were eighteen — never having an ounce of interest in you then. You were a pesky teenager though, ogling the man like sweet candy for your taking. Nothing unusual he hadn’t encountered before.. only ever moving forward to do his job and ignore it.

That helped some.

Both of you finally interacted properly then when you were twenty, clear that you had matured fast and you were well with holding good conversation. While.. your dear father ran around with his head cut off like a chicken and leaving a bored lawyer Kim to wait for set business meetings to be done, you were lovely company at least.

Then somehow.. something happened, the day where he took your virginity in your childhood bathroom — it was your 21st birthday after all.

It was almost too universal how the world wanted you two to be alone at this awful time. But the moment happened so fast maybe too fast if he wants to dwell on it now, only once comforting the weeping girl that trembled in his arms to have you seconds under his grasp.

You had to, just had to look down at him with those puppy dog eyes choking a mere sob of “Am I not important.. is that what it is Tae?”

God he hated how you said his name, so sweet and quiet. Full of vulnerability and sadness.

He couldn’t allow a pretty girl like you, sobbing over something so minuscule on her birthday, he had a great plan of course. Comfort? No.

Fuck the sadness out of you, it will do you well.

It’s shameful at how he’s too old for your young sweet heart that still had much to see and live.. he’s nothing but rotten fruit at best.

But why did he want to stay selfishly so.

Your eyes did it in for him, they always did..

Corny and sappy he thinks.

He tries to move on with the passing thoughts of why do you need to be claimed now when he was starting to think he could have tried. He hopes you had at least one passing thought yourself of the what ifs and hows.

Present

All but nothing of silence settles between the two of you, no words are exchanged past that.

Eventually steps dissipate further from him to hear, you leave after the stare off you both shared — thankfully your father interrupts.

It’s been a few hours since you last saw him, you knew way before he was going to dial your phone. Doing exactly this, after your third attempt to ignore the countless calls you press accept to hear the expectant drawl of your name in stupor.

You’re sure he’s grinning dumb and widely boxy, almost as if youth takes over for these very small tipsy minutes. His vulnerability is clearly yours now, it’s so viable at how bad he is vying for attention.

You prepare yourself, clearing your throat and speaking as clear and stern as one could be.

“Hello?”

“Hmmmhmm, hello.”

There’s a pause, awkward, but he’s drunk so he likely doesn’t recognize the rising tension.

“Yes, Taehyung?”

There’s a giggle..? Oh my god he just giddily giggled at your voice. No, no your heart isn’t doing backflips — you’re just concerned.

“At your door, open sesame.” you can hear him try to knock like a madman — even if there’s visibly a buzzer that’s meant to be there so insiders could hear from the size of your parent’s insanely huge home.

Drunk Taehyung doesn’t know that though.

Fuck well, ok you guess. Thank god your father isn’t home for the night — you begin to panic but you can dissolve situations fine, it’s your strong suit or one of the many of them at least.

You practically lunge from your bed to tumble over down the stairs, trying to keep him half entertained while you tunnel yourself to the door before the maids could see the odd sight.

Being quiet as you can be with unlocking the door, Taehyung makes it no issues to pull a dramatic scene. Already seconds in through the door staring you down, like any other would be scared of the predatory stare.

But this is Taehyung, he would never hurt you.

All you can do, Slowly watching him advance at you skittering back until you’re pressed to the wall. He doesn’t touch you, leaned against the victorian wall with each hand on either side trapping you between him.

He won’t stop there yet, drawling your name out in a drunken purr “Aw-huh. Angel, you got yourself stuck..what are we going to do now?" like no moral was ever created — toes curled into wooden floors from the deep baritone voice awakening all of your weaken senses.

You try, trying so damn hard and ignore it.

Staring hard into empty eyes, his bags are awfully visible and you wonder if he’s even slept lately.

You’re so tiny and frazzled by his abrupt actions, feeling him slide a warm hand up to your stomach to trail barely under your tits. The same said empty eyes sharpen at your slip of a pathetic whine, closing you into the wall a tad too close for comfort to make you both bump into each other’s chest.

“Wanna fuck this pretty cunt again.”

His words boom into you everywhere, from head to toe and places you wouldn’t like to acknowledge that throbbed with need. Doomed, definitely, that’s what you are.

You can only exhale feeling a warm shiver travel down your spine from the daring slip of drunken tongue. Able to pull enough strength to squeak a soft response “L-let’s lay down.”

It was your best bet to avoid from ruining your impending future, you won’t allow no more mishaps to happen. It’s all for your father.

He settled off with a hum, you were surprised he’d backed off. Maybe the man recognizing the nervousness in your tone, “Lead the way.”

It’s quiet now, too tense for your liking but you can’t do anything you think to help the off situation. Laid in your bed next to each other with a foot of space between your bodies.

It’s uncanny how alike this situation reminds you of some movie you watched with the man.

You feel like you’re steps away from saying the infamous line of “Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off.”

You won’t have a second to think longer when the big bear decides to speak up into the unknown of silence that had lasted for a long hour, “I get it.. yeah, you don't love me, big fucking deal.”

Silence, absolutely nothing back.

“I’ll never tell you how I really feel, angel.”

Your breath was being held for seconds until he decides to follow with cockiness, there it is.

Always showing a slip of vulnerability followed with the man being plain rude. It’s the way your eyes roll that cause a gasp to stutter from him, almost like he didn’t expect your attitude nor harsh yet honest reaction.

He won’t comment on it properly, never does.

“Hold me.” he mumbles while simultaneously grumbling, trying his definition in hard to get you closer than whatever.. this is. Your brow ticks at him head shifting to properly face his pouted features from his side profile, feeling up for the need to deny him only a bit.

“What? Stop mumbling.”

He won’t take a pause this time, thankfully.

“Hold me goddammit.” he huffs and puffs out even louder — yet incoherently all in the same breath. Taehyung coughs, trying to clear his throat and mocks you with a roll in his own eyes of annoyance, like you did something.

That time you did “hear” him and you did what was asked by the big grizzly bear, only you turned to him closer now — seeing that wry smile on his cruel but godforsaken pretty face.

The spiral begins, you and him are going to give into this hell of fire.. only letting it grow uncontrollable by the end of night.

Are you going to do well without me?

Are we ever going to be okay?

Will we ever be fine?

You were too good to be forgotten in his heart.

It was too quiet in this room, silent and tense.

Taehyung felt nothing but regret, fucking stupid as he closed his eyes and mumbled these pitiful words.

Stupid, as he continued to speak gibberish into the room. I feel stupid. I am stupid.

You finally give up on the swallowing of the never ending silence and endless mumbling under his breath, tongue dry trying to clear your throat so to maybe finally speak — maybe even summon him back, and he does. It works because he lets his eyes finally open back.

You tug him into your chest wasting no more time when there’s not much, arms wrapped tight around his stiff figure that takes only just a minute to loosen once he realized you weren’t going to push him back anymore.

It’s not much different though, his nails still pierced into his forearm with thin lips folded into teeth to feel anything but what this is right now. You were staring at him, Taehyung, your father’s lawyer, your first crush and realization that you really only like and desire older men.

Now wishing you’d rather have gone to therapy instead of pursue that day in the bathroom.

You don’t mean that actually, you just hate yourself at this very moment and so does he.

But this wasn't the Taehyung you knew, wasn't the same man with styled hair and sultry eyes.. looking now as real life death in your arms.

You weren’t trying to be harsh nor hateful, you were worrying your heart out and confirming all the racing thoughts you have figured to be maybe going on. Only for them to come to life. He looks unreal tonight, almost unnatural from his usual sun kissed skin. No more sharpness to his look, the man looks fucking sick.

You want to coddle him to death, your own heart feels like it’s going to lurch right out from it’s chest by any second now if he keeps looking at you with those sad puppy dog eyes. This was not the look you yearned to see, you hated it all so much.

“Well.” clearing his throat, trying to prove something into air. Maybe it’s a lawyer instinct.

You repeat back to him without a beat to really think, “Well..” you use the same tone of voice but maybe yours wavered more in raw pain. The man wordlessly continued to stare like always, holding your hand tight in his grip in bringing it up to his lips. You should reject his warm touch, leave even, run far.

But why are you still laying here.. melting away.

He was being this gentle and just careful, you would giggle if the situation weren’t tense now.

Long fingers playing with lips, digits ghosting over your cheek with a soft caress. You can’t help but shut your own tired eyes, melting more and more and it was just like that.

His control is gone, so fast and fluidly when your lashes fluttered to cold skin. Whispering his name too sweet and soft almost in prayer.

"We can’t.. it would be wrong.” it’s insane how you knew his intentions from the speed his hands traveled to the material of your night dress.

"So fucking wrong," he becomes almost too ready with heavy pants of hot breath kissing your jaw and neck.

Eager calloused thumbs rubbing circles into your hips that were on the brink of trembling.

You whine at the tone he uses, becoming easy to his invasion "Don't.. don't speak like that." Eyes heavy lidded, lips licking with each breath that exhaled from your stuttering chest.

He wants you dead it seems, feeling up your body more and more by every passing second before easy fingers would get to your chest.

"I'm wrong like that.. you like it," the man preaches with determined digits this time skimming back down onto your hips to hear his favorite strangled whines "you want it.”

"Ah.. T-tae” it’s pathetic.. sounding asthmatic in your own ears from mere fingers grazing you rough.

"Who's married? Certainly not you, yet."

You pause to mull it over, eyes falling into his.

He truly doesn’t care now, past gone. Nothing can stop this — you need him.. your sweet eyes tell almost all too fucking well for him to know.

He's moving on autopilot when he pulls you to him with no awareness of anything around him, the man frenzied with his only living goal to feel you wrapped around him. Whether it be with loose limbs or his all well endowed cock buried deep between warm tightness, he needed to feel you again.

Your gasps fall out too soft to be surprised at the sudden roughness, murmuring whining moans that fell into a mantra of "We can't..” tiny cries that quickly later start falling into hungry kisses while neither of you had an ounce of intention to stop, no matter the end of it.

Lips already collided against each other in a perfect mess of motion, tongues lolled out of your mouthes as the pleasure binds you both.

It’s disgusting now, strings of drool dribbling to your chest from every pause he took to pull and nip. The man grabs your scalp, yanking you head back against his shoulder. Jaw slack open to give him the prettiest mouth for him to gladly spit right down onto your tongue, so pathetic all for his demise.

Doing all the nothing but moaning and swallowing, open mouth with all your might.

Leaving a desperate plea in sparkly eyes while you wait impatient for his next move, you missed him. Eyes yearning and lips quivering, legs shaking so early on and yet.. your spine just might go limp quite soon.

You whine almost instantaneously and nothing less of desperate while the devious man began to nibble harshly down on your neck with small bites of love.

Moving on nothing but anger and bubbled feelings at surface, shoes being removed, with the stubborn zipper of your night dress slipping down from your shoulders as hungry lips explored every inch of skin that became exposed.

So quick, licking a wet stripe down your chest to stomach to feeling you shake with desire and need, tasting the want for you on his tongue.

“Hmm, your poor husband to be.”

He hated that, hated the fact that you were about to belong to someone. He knew he wanted and needed you to feel the burn that he had been feeling for months since then.

"I'm not t-telling," you can barely form a sentence let alone a proper sound that didn’t make you sound out to be like a deprived slut.

The man can’t do much other than scoff, you having the strength to use that reassuring tone— with such a soft tone and bat pretty doll eyes in lost of such easy pleasure given.

Looking this fucking gorgeous and it’s going to be all for someone else, not him ever “I know angel, not with the way i’m about to fuck you.”

Like clockwork you moan like a bitch at that, of course. Feeling him sink razor sharp canines down into the squishy flesh of your stomach.

Uncaring completely for the fresh marks, he would hope in your future meeting with that man.. you wouldn’t become so easy to show yourself off for him. Sliding his fingers from your stomach down over to your cunt, slipping long digits between sopping wetness — sticky as if you already had touched yourself earlier.

He’s growing impatient, on the aspect of stretching you out when he so gladly craves to stuff you four fingers full. But he’s a gentleman at his very best, always calling out for him in non-stop “T-tae..” or better yet “Touch me, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” without any doubt he would answer “Anything for the angel.”

Your thighs already shake from the burn of /slowly/ fucking yourself on long fingers. Tears streaming, overwhelmed by the burning stretch that comes with each motion, soon quiet sniffles and soft gasps turn into sobbing when the man decides to snake his hand and start to tease and slowly circle your clit.

“So perfect, all for me, hm.”

You nod eager to please, blushing all the way down to your toes. Biting your lip, thoughts not holding very well against the feeling of the eager man’s middle finger now slipping out from you to part your cunt and stroke along the sore slit.

“Patient tonight? You must want it bad.” he sighs almost sounding bored, standing tall over you to undo the belt that once looped through his slacks. Long gone leather abandoned to the floor along with his slacks pooled at his ankles, ready, finally.

“You gotta be nice and quiet for me. Yeah? Can you do that for me?”

You’re way past desperate tonight, choking out a broken “Y-yes, fuck! Please.” wild hips winding up for more of the now lost touch.

The older plays coy, smirking lopsided and lazy, kneeling on the bed to line himself up to the pretty plump cunt. Long digits wrapped around his cock, "Open up for me baby."

She obeys immediately, legs opening wider to shakily wrap themselves around Taehyung’s waist. His hips up to slip his cock into the crease of your folds. Grinding there half tipsy now, leaky tip nudging at your clit.

Not wasting another second, the first push of stretch has you whining his name. Long nails piercing into taut honey skin, cock fucking in ruthless at the long thrusts that heat your core up, forming sweat down his neck and shoulders.

“Goood fucking girl.” He drawls with a husky moan, you want to die at how fucking hot he sounds.

He doesn’t care, going faster to no point of being coherent in your mind. Punishing strokes fucking the life out of you, snapping his cock right into your tight cunt. One hand bruised into your hip while the other slipped easily around your neck just enough to have you alert “Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you.”

Lashes fluttering half open, looking with a fuzzy minded daze. Knowing you look like a slut, feeling drool drip everywhere along with the slickness between your legs. Coming to the reality you would let him do anything and you’d welcome it.

"Just like that baby, shit, taking my cock so fucking good," he grunts almost feral with every punishing stroke "Y-yes, " tiny voice choking out, slamming into you with hips winding harder if that was even humanely possible "Love it so much, I-love your cock.”

“Who’s a whore, uh? Who’s desperate for cock.”

“Tell me.” he growls slowing the roll of his hips into you to pull a desperate cockslut spill a mess of “Me, me, me.” you’re hyperventilating almost with how good he feels “M-me, I’m sorry!” god, the situation is a mess but he wouldn’t be lying if he wasn’t thinking about filling his load in you and pray to the man above that your birth control didn’t work.

feeling walls grow tighter and tighter, knowing the telltale signs you were about to cum.

“Perfect fucking girl, sucking me so tight.”

“S-stop..” you whine in embarrassment with a broken sob when you feel the devil himself sink deeper, balls deep inside you now.

Back and forth, back and forth.

An addictive dance, once friendly boundaries expanding to something that was speaking what will stay unspoken. Taehyung’s cock sliding so good inside your cunt you were dying with bliss for the night.

He can see you struggle to try and put a hand over your mouth, but the man won’t allow that. Snatching your hand in his grasp “Let her hear," he growls, referring to the maids and starts to fuck the life out of your cunt with no care for how loud you moan or scream.

"Y-your slut," you stutter, feeling him start to raise his hips to meet your weak attempt of grinding back, thrusting upward and matching your sloppy speed. "wanna b-be your slut."

His ego growing higher than before and dick hard as ever, Taehyung taunts, already knowing the answer by your dazed features.

“Oh yeah?” he pants grunting with every roll of his hips, and you can do nothing but give him what he wants. On the brink of tears you whine out broken moans, “So fucking bad, please Tae.”

“Come on." the taller’s strokes turning slow and hard, each one pulling a moan from sweet agape lips. "Cum on my cock.” you’re past coherent, cock drunk with drool slipping down your chin.

The ecstasy bursting through your body at an unimaginable rate,legs feel almost numb, smaller fingers gripping your sheets so hard. Taehyung already knew you would rip them off the corners of your bed, seeing how your own skin burned. Orgasm still sending ripples throughout your tiny body. Shaking as you came down from the high, cock buried deep, cum spilling inside as he keeps your body pressed together, skin to skin. His nose buried in the crook of longer sweaty strands of hair.

You begin to feel the feather kisses he mouthed over the expanse of your neck, his body quivering with the last of his cum filling you up.

“Fuck, yeah, ok.” is all he can do to respond, you can only hum in response as you’re being fucked so mind-numbingly good. Body moving along the bed as you’re fucked open for the year.

Your blissed-out state has the man feeling on top of the world, no case he’s won ever given him this much ecstasy for this feeling of high.

Knowing that the same woman he's been getting off to for months, that was only planned to be handed over to someone else is finally getting fucked. His pretty not so sweet angel drooling all for him, ruined for good by just his cock.

The floaty feeling back to how it was, only stronger than ever, the way Taehyung feels so right up against you.

He comes from his feverish moment of just drilling into you, no awareness for how overwhelming it may be. A smaller hand trying to grab his hand to make him stop, he sees nothing less of rage.

"Move your fucking hand.” he snaps with a hiss, snatching your hand in an iron like grasp.

“only I can touch you like this.” he states, hard and stern as if it’s a plead mixed into question. “Yeah?” of course he has to slap you for you to answer, braindead and cock hungry.

“Yes, all for you!” you squeal, body curling into yourself — he begins to dwell how there is not a real thought behind your eyes but his fingers and cock bearing your only passable thoughts.

He wants to laugh, your poor husband is about to be inadvertently about to be cucked.

You moan at how rough he’s being, every yank, spanking and slap getting you more than riled up. Rambling the typical ‘I love you, I love your cock.’

He’s aggravated, not sure why, deep down knowing. "Look at me and tell me what you want.” no way to receive an answer unless he squeezed a generous hand around your throat.

“Y-you, you, fuck!”

It’s not enough, he wants to laugh at his greediness that will not sate him ever.

Again and again, back and forth. Another slap landed across each apple red cheek, going harder each lashing.

“Again.”

You repeat yourself again, hm, still not enough.

He’s done with himself, frustrated and choosing to vomit his words.

“You’re mine, get that through your fucking head.” his thrusts were past hard and fast, bruising now. He grunted and groaned while you continued to moan and whimper beneath him, going so rough he decided to push your skull deep into the bed. Warm palm covering your face whole, feeling you squeeze involuntarily at being used like an object.

“Atta girl.” He didn't stop, not once. You weren’t asking to anyways just screaming his name for more — no mind here with nodding away into a mess full of bedsheets, trying to wind wobbly hips back on his cock to bounce lewdly.

Taehyung does nothing less but snap sharply against your ass, “So fucking tight, mine."

"C-cum in me tae," you moan, seeing white, reaching down blindly to rub your clit in frantic circles, begging at the idea of the older filling you with his cum. "Fill me up, give-give me a baby."

"Fuuuck," Taehyung growls and groans almost feral "Don't fucking say that shit."

"W-why not?" bratty whines beg “F-fill me up? Don't say that?"

Taehyung grunts, pulling you on him, chest to chest, you clamor to wrap shaky arms around his neck. Fuck, he’s holding you upright, bouncing you straight onto his cock. Falling forward with a squeal, crying in pleasure as the tip of his cock hits your cervix with how deep he is inside.

"Want my cum so fucking bad?" he hums, trying his best to sound unbothered. "I'll fucking give it to you then."

Your legs clamp around his waist as he pounds into you, cock hitting every point inside your body and you’re so close you think you’ll die. You feel Taehyung tense, and then a sudden gush of warmth fill you.

"Fuck me, angel. You feel so good." he gasps through l shut teeth spanking you with every thrust he gave.

At the feeling of him actually listening to what you always wanted, your orgasm blinds you in intensity, the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps. Body seizing, moans loud against his lips, whining a final tired cry to slow down.

The baby clip once stuck to hair now hung loose, the feeling of warm hands kneading hips before he would give harsh slaps to your ass.

"What do you think he would say," he spits out the name with nothing but disgust. “if he saw you like this?" He shifts his hips, "You think he'd ruin your orgasm?" tone patronizingly sympathetic. “Or.. let you cum so prettily, like you always do.”

He tsks at watching how disoriented daze eyes go through the five stages of grief. Writhing in pleasure as eyes fall closed, breath hitched when he finally lays you back down on the bed. Thighs sticky and all, he sighs at the sight.

“Want to show this cunt off to the world."

“Y-you can’t..” you pout, his eyes watching you fall apart all over again at just words being spoken to you.

“Good thing for secrets.” he smirks his mouth almost falling into a snarl, it wasn’t even spoken this would continue. One last time you agreed.. but you want him more than ever even if your situation is doomed.

“Bath?” he mutters with a whisper of soft kisses to your temple, you nod.

He grabs for his cigarettes, you hand him his lighter and wait until the deed was done so you could put them back off to the side again.

It’s been long since you both have took a bath together. He stretches his arms after he successfully calmed his nerves, you light the stick for him, eyes on him as he throws his head back to inhale. Blowing smoke out, body lazing while it filled with nicotine.

You like calm men, men who dont shout or break things when they’re upset. Men who talked to you in a gentle, low voice telling you what made them mad or what you did wrong.

That’s what Taehyung is to you, that’s what made you fall.. hard. You think it over all again in your current predicament, comfortable as ever.

Veiny caramel hands pulling your hips up in the bath for you to be settled nicely. A warm hand fondles your ass lovingly with his other taking puffs of smoke to inhale and exhale lazily, “My pretty girl.” he smiles lopsided before tugging your wobbly hips back down in relief, enjoying the way you whimpered and whined in your own way of retaliation.

Taking mercy before planting a wet kiss on your shoulder to whisper “I love you, Angel.”

Both of you decide on staying silent. Your back rests against his chest, deciding mutually to speak once the cigarette burnt into ashes.

“Does he make you feel safe, like I do?”

You don’t answer.

“I want you, you’re mine no matter what.”

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You are married now.. being due with a fast wedding to no love involved, business as the main goal.

The meets with Taehyung continue and you two make time to fuck when you can — poor Namjoon.

It hurts he thinks.. hurts so bad. Because he’ll have to look at you every month when you come over to be fucked into whatever.

While he is out handling business, leaving him in the spot to fuck you hard and good like he can’t, at least he tried to convince himself of that for his own comfort.

You keep up with the old routine of pillow talk, just to feel the same mundanity this once all was. You think, he doesn’t care what you speak of after he only just poured his dull sad soul into fucking you.

Not caring at how you talk so highly of your new husband and how well you both are adapting with each other. Rambling all on about your blossoming relationship with him, hearing you nervously speak of the plans on having kids together.

Of course not nervous on his behalf, no, no.

Because you are deathly nervous about if you will be a good mother or not, he knows you will, even if things are like this. You think it doesn’t hurt him, when you say genuinely on how he’ll be the “Cool friend of Mommy’s” to your children.

It drives a knife deep into my heart on how you speak so highly of this new life, how well you are adapting. When.. we could have had this.

“Tae..? You there?”

He’s not caring to respond to your rhetoric question that was all well laced of genuine care and worry, Taehyung can be an asshole just this once.

“Do you know what you are?”

You think this is a game of teasing now, he can tell with that pretty smirk plastered on your gorgeous face “What am I, sir?”

It’s too bad that he’s being genuinely serious.

“You’re my girl.”

You don’t take a second to pause, you play into the narrative with a grin that quickly warped into an innocent and sweet smile.

“I’m your girl, Taehyung.”

He only knew that you meant the world to him.. and he, adored you in his mind until it hurt.

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PLAYFIGHTS! kuwtb au…

꩜ masterlist series! small drabble that I won’t finish🎀

a/n: had to get into eunbis’ nd taes’ rivalry… this is more family oriented than oc nd kook💌

"Iseul, come here with Auntie Eunbi. Come, come," Eunbi coos, arms outstretched. "Princess, come here with your favorite uncle in the world," Taehyung coos from the opposite side, trying to vie for Iseul's attention.

"She does not fuck with y'all," Jimin laughs from the ground, engrossed in playing with Ye joon. Lego pieces of every color scatter the floor in front of them. Taehyung and Eunbi gasp, "Are they still fighting over Iseul's attention?" Jia asks, joining Jimin and Ye joon on the ground, picking up legos and stacking them.

"I'll get you anything you want, baby," Eunbi tries again, sending Taehyung a mocking face, which he returns. "I'll buy you ice cream, Seul," Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, sending Iseul into a fit of giggles. "Who's winning?" Jungkook shouts from the kitchen.

"Me!!" Taehyung shouts back, clapping his hands. "Eunbi, ask her if she wants French fries," you shout with a laugh, making Jungkook laugh beside you. "Iseul, do you want french fries? I'll give you all of them," Eunbi says, scooting closer to her, Iseul's eyes immediately widening before crawling to her godmother with a giggle.

"That's cheating!" Taehyung falls to the ground while everyone cheers for Eunbi, who's laughing and spinning Iseul in her arms.

"I'm retiring as the godfather," Taehyung declares, running a hand over his face, amusement clear in his voice as he watches Iseul giggle in her godmother's arms. "I know you're mad as hell," Eunbi pokes Taehyung while he playfully shoos the two girls away.

Jungkook laughs beside you as you wash the dirty dishes everyone just ate from. "You're a little cheater," he whispers into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, laying his chin on your shoulder.

"They didn't set rules beforehand," you shrug, feeling yourself melt into his embrace. "You're right, baby, you're so right," he leaves a kiss on your cheek before slapping your ass with a mischievous smirk, picking up a plate beside you— helping you.

"Ahh, no!" You quickly pick up Ye joon as Jiho bursts out laughing.

"What!" Taehyung and Ari stand up off the couch, rushing to your side as you try to open Ye joon's mouth with your hand. "He ate Bam's food," Jiho wheezes, crouching and holding his stomach from laughter.

"His breath gon stink," Yoongi laughs, watching you and the parents of the child whose breath is about to stink try to open his mouth to take out the food. Ye joon finally gives up and spits the dog food into your palm with a giggle.

"Bammy's food!" Ye joon claps his hands as Ari takes him from your arms. "Menace like his dad, I'm afraid," Eunbi mutters, earning a side-eye from the dad himself. "Baby, permission to tackle a woman," Taehyung looks at his wife, who laughs, "Permission denied," Ari snorts before walking to the kitchen sink where you are already standing, washing the nasty chewed-up dog kibble off your palm.

"Trust me, when my wife gives me permission, it's on sight," Taehyung pushes Eunbi's head backward, earning a swat on the chest.

"The girls are fighting," Jia shouts, popping a gummy into her mouth with a smile. "My girl is going to win," Yoongi laughs, staring at his wife beside his best friend as they argue about the dumbest thing possible on earth. Taehyung and Eunbi's rivalry started right after Iseul was born, each trying so hard to one-up the other on who Iseul might like more.

They had their moments where they could have a regular conversation and actually agree with each other, but it was more regular what was happening at the moment. "Let's go, I'll rock your shit," Eunbi says, amusement clear on her face. Before she could swing, Jungkook pulls Eunbi by her arm and pushes her to her husband on the couch, who’s watching everything go down with the biggest smile.

"Let her get up, let her get up, let her get up," Hobi joins in with a laugh, which gets him swatted by Jia who shushes him.

"Nobody is fighting anyone," your husband gives Eunbi and Taehyung a look which has them rolling their eyes. Taehyung gives up and drops beside Hobi on the couch. "Good boy," Jungkook says, shooting him a wink which has everyone gagging.

"How does YN go through that every day? I can't," Eunbi fake gags, nuzzling her head into Yoongi's neck.

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Five

Summary: Taehyung gets careless and breaks your heart yet again. Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook Word Count: 4.7K~ Warnings: Implied yändere and mentions of signs of trauma because of it. (nothing too extreme) a/n: It's taken me so long to get this chapter out I'm sorryyy but I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you so much for your continued support on my stories and I hope you'll look forward to the next part!

Jungkook's visit last week really had me thinking about the choices I make on the daily.

I stopped stressing about what Taehyung might be doing when he's away and started thinking about ways I could improve myself.

It wasn't anything major but I wanted to take baby steps.

For instance, setting up a schedule for when I wake up and always making sure to not stay up past midnight. Along with promising myself to at least sit and write for a couple of hours per day but also taking breaks when I felt I needed to. I would come back though and finish only when I was satisfied and came to a proper stopping point.

Implementing these little changes in my life has worked wonders on my confidence and peace of mind. I feel like I'm accomplishing something and getting some sort of fulfillment in the day to day which I haven't been able to say for the past few years.

I guess all of this can be chalked up to Jungkook.

I know I'm ultimately the one who's implemented these things into my life but if he hadn't given me that push, I don't think I would've ever gotten to even see these small victories.

While I'm in the kitchen pouring myself a cup of coffee I hear a faint chime on my laptop and I smile knowing exactly who it is.

'Good morning Noona, did you sleep well?' I read from the all too familiar jkjkjk.97 and smile seeing that my suspicions were correct.

'I slept like a baby, who knew going to bed before dawn would do wonders!' I send back and when I try to stand up to walk back over to the kitchen I'm met with another email popping up from him.

'That's good! I'm happy to see that you're feeling a bit better these days :)' he sends and I smile at the fact that he's just as eager to reply to me. It's been like this ever since that day he dropped off my groceries. He would send me emails first thing in the morning almost like clockwork.

I'm surprised that he manages to keep a similar schedule to mine but I don't really know what he does most days except work.

I know he works at the grocery store but it seems to me like he's always working at odd hours. Most days even well past closing so it's got me thinking about what else he could possibly do for a living.

It's none of my business but I can't help but be curious about it since when I ask him how his day went, he usually says he's still working even though it seems like he's been working since dawn.

I really want to ask him but I don't want to pry. He seems like the kind of guy that keeps to himself and open up when he's ready.

I'm just hoping that there will come a day where he'll trust me as much as I have grown to trust him.

My thought process his interrupted by the sound of keys jingling in the door and my heart sinks to my stomach when I'm brought back to reality.

"Hey baby" Taehyung greets while taking off his shoes. It's Saturday so he doesn't have work which means he might be hanging around here for a while before no doubt heading out again.

"Hey" I respond quietly, feeling as though I'm retreating back into myself, not really being able to relax until I know what kind of headspace he's in.

"Where's my welcome home kiss from my gorgeous wife?" he asks while walking over to where I'm sitting at my desk. He leans down and kisses me on the lips, moulding his mouth against mine while I crane my neck up and return the kiss, placing a hand on his cheek to keep him connected.

"Welcome home" I let out after he pulls back, panting slightly as he nudges his nose against mine before standing up straight again. "Have you been up long?" he asks, him having gone out late last night and surprisingly turning up here again bright and early.

I hum in acknowledgment, "I've been waking up earlier these days so I can get a jump start on my writing and trying to go to bed earlier" I respond while watching his back as he walks over to the kitchen.

"Oh really? How's that going?" he questions, pouring himself a cup of coffee and walking back into the living room, waiting patiently for my answer.

"Well it's been nice to implement a bit of a routine since my days and nights have kind of been all over the place for a while. Plus, I feel like this story is really coming along. I even started mapping out ideas for the next book in the series!" I say and he looks at me as if he's almost falling in love with me again, making me shy under his gaze.

"That's amazing honey. I feel like I haven't seen you smiling like this in a really long time. "Looks like all you needed was a little discipline to really get your life back together huh?" he say while giving me a knowing look, cocking his head to the side and letting his eyes roam my body for a second. No doubt looking at the faint bruises he'd left from last week.

"I guess so" I say, awkwardly rubbing my bicep where he had grabbed me. "How are you feeling?" he questions, coming a bit closer and ghosting his fingers over the marks. "I'm fine, they don't hurt as much anymore" I say, slipping my arm out if his grasp.

"That's good, I'm sorry I got a little rough with you. I was frustrated with some work stuff and I took it out on you. That wasn't fair of me" he apologizes while brushing the hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. "It's okay" I say quietly, looking down at the floor to avoid his gaze.

"No, it's not okay" he says tilting my chin up and making me make eye contact.

"I haven't been treating you well and I wanna make it up to you" he says, caressing my face with the hand that he used to tilt my chin up. "Okay" I whisper as he leans down to connect our lips again but before they're able to touch his phone rings.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone and the name Tiffany flashes across the screen with a kiss emoji at the end, giving me a name to associate as to why he's actually never home.

"I've gotta take this" he says and I nod my head to show I don't mind even though my heart is breaking more and more with each ring. He gives me a quick kiss to apologize before answering the call and walking into the kitchen.

I take that as a sign that he'll be leaving for the night again and head into the bathroom since it's the one place he won't question as to why I've shut him out. I close the lid of the toilet and cover my ears so I can't hear him but curiosity gets the best of me and I hold my breath to see if I can make any words out despite my whole motives of coming here in the first place.

"No I ca-. Well I just got here I-. Okay, okay fine I'm coming. Let me just come up with an excuse to tell her and I'll be there soon. Okay? Alright, love you too. Bye" I hear him say and he ends the call. I cover my mouth, trying to stop any sounds of heartbreak that might come out and listen as he walks down the hall to our room.

"Y/n? Honey where are you?" he asks, barely bothering to look for me. "I'm in here" I say, turning on the sink to drown out the sound a bit to prevent him from hearing how wobbly my voice sounds from the emotions I'm trying to keep at bay.

"I've gotta head out for the day but I'll be back tomorrow night. You gonna be okay?" he asks as if he cared about me. "Yeah I'll be fine don't worry, I'll see you then" I yell above the sound and he says a quick goodbye through the door in return and leaves soon after.

Once I hear the front door close I let some of those choked sobs go.

He's never been that obvious before. Does he just not bother to hide since he sees that I don't question him about it? I don't even know why I still care since it's very clear that he doesn't care about me.

At that I look at my phone and see that there's another email from Jungkook that came in a little while ago which gives me motivation enough to dry my eyes and get myself together so I can head back out to my laptop and get lost in this safe haven we've created for each other.

'Did you forget about me already?' he questions, seeing as it has taken me a while to respond. I couldn't risk doing it and Taehyung finding out about us. Even though there is no 'us' when it comes to Jungkook and I, unlike that Tiffany girl he just left me for today.

'I'm sorry Taehyung came home. He just left though...' I send and get a response back immediately, seeing he's been waiting for my response.

'Are you okay? Did something happen?' he asks and I smile at the thought that there is someone out there that cares enough to ask.

We've been emailing each other everyday since he came over and I've opened up to him a bit more about my relationship with Tae and he's been really good at just letting me talk and just being there for me. Always talking me through things and helping me process no matter if it's problems with Tae or even other more mundane things like writer's block.

He's just there, no matter what.

'Can we meet up today?' I type out but hesitate, letting my hand hover over the mouse.

Watching, waiting, worrying about if this would be a good idea but before making that decision myself I accidentally hit send when I try to put my hand down to rest it on my lap.

"Shit" I say out loud but before I can figure out how to unsend the message I get a response back.

'Sure :) Did you want to meet at the Blue Pearl? Or should I come over?' he asks and I hold my breath, weighing the pros and cons to this whole situation and decide to just say fuck it and do what I want for once.

'Can you come over?' I send and close my laptop, too nervous to look at his reply. "What the fuck am I doing inviting a younger guy to my apartment when my husband is gone? What am I doing?" I say out loud and pace back and forth until I hear the chime come from my phone this time.

'Be there soon :)' "I'm fucked" I admit out loud before running around and quickly getting myself and the house ready.

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A rhythmic pattern of knocks plays and puts my mind at ease while I walk towards the door and open it.

"Noona!" he greets with a smile before giving me a hug that catches me off guard making me take a step back to help me stay balanced. "Thank you for coming" I say while returning his embrace and letting go a second later so I can step aside to let him in.

"Are you okay?" he asks after having taken off his shoes and taken in my form to what I don't realize is to look for any signs of harm. "Yes I'm fine" I say with a sad smile yet know for a fact that even if I try to deny it he can read me like a book.

"Then why were you crying?" he asks, looking at my red eyes and flushed cheeks. "I heard Tae talking to one of the girls he's cheating on me with" I mumble and at that Jungkook takes my hand and leads me over to the couch without saying a word.

"He didn't even try hard to hide it. Like he has a stupid kiss emoji next to her name and everything. He had only been here for like twenty minutes tops before he left" I spill out. He keeps a hold of my hand, looking down at it while I let out all the things I've been holding in.

The worries, the doubts, the fear, the stress. I don't know when it started and I can't figure out how to make it stop.

"I don't know what to do" I admit, looking down at my lap, watching as the tears fall from my eyes and onto the fabric of my jeans.

"Do you want me to be honest and tell you what I think or do you want me to just listen?" he asks, rubbing circles on the back of my hand. "Be honest?" I pose almost as a question, knowing this is the ugly truth I've been hiding from.

"Can you tell me more than one reason as to why you should stay with him? Besides him being your husband" he asks, sitting silently and waiting for me to respond, giving me time to think it through but when I shake my head he goes forward with posing his argument.

"If you can't manage to come up with a reason as to why you should stay with him then what's keeping you from leaving? I know you said that you're scared and you don't know what to do but the fact that you're not doing anything is hurting you more than if you decided to leave him" he states, I just nod my head and listen, letting him say his piece.

"He's hurting you. He's hurting you physically" he says while ghosting his fingers along the bruises that run up my arm, "Mentally" he continues brushing the hair off of my face and rubbing his thumb up against my temple "And sexually" he finishes, taking note of the hickeys and the way I flinch away from him when he tries to lay his hand on my neck.

"That's just how Taehyung is, he likes things rough" I say, making excuses for the marks that are clearly beyond rough sex.

"But do you like it?" he questions, catching me off guard with an intimacy of the question. "He keeps me satisfied if that's what you mean" I answer curtly, hoping he'll take that as an answer.

"That's not what I asked. Do you enjoy the way he has sex with you? Is that how you want to have sex?" he continues, not backing down from getting an answer out of me. I look up at him to see if he's seriously asking me that question and all I can see is a serious expression on his face.

"I don't mind it" I say, dancing around my answer. "Noona" he warns in a tone of voice he's never used with me, catching me off guard.

"N-no. No I don't like it. It's too rough for me and I don't like it" I admit. He nods, casting his eyes down as if he's lost in thought before asking his next question. "Have you ever told him?" he questions and I shake my head only to realize moments later that he can't see me. "No I haven't told him" I respond quietly and he nods again before looking back up at me.

"Why?" he asks and I'm left with one answer. "Because I'm afraid of what he might do to me if I say no" I explain. "I figure it's better to say yes and take it instead of saying no and having him force himself on me" I cover my mouth not realizing the fact that I said the thing that I was even too afraid to admit to myself.

"Has he ever forced himself on you?" he asks while clenching his jaw, clearly upset at the thought. "I didn't tell him no but I tried to make him see that I didn't want it but he didn't care to pay attention" I answer, getting rid of the filter seeing as it won't do either of us any good if I were to hold back.

"That's one of the many reasons that you shouldn't even be with him anymore" he starts, his whole body tense, anger just bubbling under the surface. "You shouldn't have to be with someone you're scared of. I just don't kno-"

"That's just it, you don't know. You told me that before, that I shouldn't be with someone that I'm scared of but you just don't get it. You've never been married. You've never had to deal with struggles like this. You make it sound so easy, that I could just leave and never look back but it's not that simple" I spout off, defending myself and my decisions.

"Noona I just want to he-" "I know, I know" I say cutting him off but gaining a softer tone at the end, shrinking back into myself, ridding myself of my defensive behavior. "I'm sorry Jungkook, I shouldn't have said that. I asked you to come over and then I just yelled at you and I just..." I trail off, hating myself for doing that to him.

He tilts my head up and looks at me, studying my features and I cast my eyes down, too nervous to maintain his strong gaze. "Look at me" he says in a soft tone but I keep my eyes down, focused on my hands that I have balled into fists.

"Look at me, please..." he whispers and at that I decide to do as he says and I see how his eyes have glossed over, the stars in them wavering. "He doesn't deserve you" he whispers cupping my face, running his thumb along my cheekbone to brush off a tear that I didn't even realize had fallen.

"I don't know what to do" I let out in a choked sob, letting the tears that I've been holding in fall, never letting myself cry enough to feel better. He pulls me in and I latch onto him, burring my face into his shoulder as he holds onto me tighter, further showing me that I'm safe with him.

"Whatever you need I'm here for you. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it" he says, the deep rumble of his voice brings me comfort. "I-" I start but cut myself off with another sob. "It's okay, just let it all out" he says and cling to him harder.

After having sat there and cried with him for what felt like hours my sobs slowly die down to sniffles and my breathing patterns return to normal. "You okay?" he questions, more so asking if I had finished crying versus how I'm feeling about my current reality. I nod my head but nuzzle in closer to him, not wanting to let go just yet.

"What's wrong?" he questions. "I don't want you to see my face" I complain into his shirt and he laughs at (from his perspective) how adorable I am. "Aw come on why not?" he chuckles and I nuzzle my face into his neck, making skin to skin contact without paying any mind to it. "My face is probably all red and my eyes are puffy from crying" I mumble against his neck.

His body goes stiff but I don't take too much notice and move a bit closer to him, not realizing how I'm making him feel and only realize it after he clears his throat a few times. "Is something wrong?" I ask finally taking in how uncomfortable he seems.

"No, nothing's wrong I just- no it's nothing" he says trying to backpedal out of this. "It's obviously something if you're reacting like that" I press, wanting him to be as truthful with me as I have been with him.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable" I say, pulling away from him. "No! Noona no, it's just that. Your lips were on my neck and you were really close and..." he trails off, hoping that's explanation enough.

"I didn't even realize I was doing that, I'm sorry..." I trail off as well, hating that I made this situation even more awkward than it already is. "It's okay Noona I just, well I just want to make sure we don't cross a line and it was making it hard for me to do so" he explains.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, wanting to know exactly what he's thinking. "It's just, well you're married and I think you know that I'm attracted to you by now so it was just making it hard for me to think straight" he admits and I nod my head and look down at my lap, not really knowing how I'm supposed to respond.

"I hope this doesn't change things between us. I really do want to be your friend but I understand if I've made you uncomfortable. I just thought you should know" he finishes and waits with bated breath for my response.

"Would things be different?" I question, not fully asking the question since I'm not sure if I want to know the answer. "Would things be different if what?" he presses. "Would things be different if I wasn't married?" I ask and I close my eyes, scared of seeing his reaction.

"You can't just ask me that" he says and I look up at him to see his face turned away, showing how pink the tips of his ears have gotten and how his jaw is clenching. "Why not?" I press, needing to know based off of the kind of reaction he's giving me.

"You don't know how hard I've been holding myself back" he says and tongues his cheek, making me widen my eyes at the motion. "Holding yourself back from what?" I press further, needing to know what's running through his mind right now.

"From kissing you" he says, finally looking back at me, making eye contact before his eyes flicker down to my lips. "I-" "I should go" he says, cutting me off before I can say anything further. "Wait, no you don't have to go. I'm sorry" I say, trying my best to keep him here. I can't let him just run off after a confession like that but he's giving me no other option as I watch him stand up.

"You have nothing to apologize for Noona. I shouldn't have said that. I do have to go though, my family is waiting for me back at home" he says and I widen my eyes, never having heard him talk about his family as of yet.

"Family?" I question, my curiosity peaked. "Yeah I live with my mom and my three siblings" he says while walking over to put his shoes on. "Three?" I question and he nods his head not bothering to give me much more than that.

"That's a topic of conversation for another time though" he says after he stands back up from tying his laces. "Oh okay" I say and hug myself, providing myself some comfort, hating to see him rushing out of here already.

"They really are waiting for me. My mom has to work tonight so I'm stuck taking care of the kiddos" he says, giving me a soft smile before turning to open the door and I follow behind him.

"Let me know when you get home okay?" I say, leaning up against the door frame. "I will" he says and reaches out to pull me in for a hug, accepting it right away.

"I still want you in my life so please, don't disappear" I mumble into his chest and he hums in acknowledgment. "You can't get rid of me that easily. Not after I fought for that title of best friend" he says pulling back and looking down at me fondly and I smile back up at him before he places a hand on the side of my neck and leans down to place a kiss on my forehead.

"Bye Noona" he says, giving me a soft smile. I smile back up at him and return his sentiment before he turns to walk away.

I watch as he goes, waiting for him to get in his car where he looks back up towards my apartment, not expecting to see me waiting for him but smiles when he does. I smile back and wave and watch as he pulls out of his spot and makes his way out of the parking lot.

"I'm really fucked" I mumble to myself and turn to walk inside my apartment.

"He gets more and more handsome each time I see that young man" Mrs. Mitchell says, making me jolt back from the scare of being caught.

"Mrs. Mitchell we didn't-" I start but she waves me off. "You don't need to make excuses to me love. Like I said last time, I wouldn't blame you if you did" she says and places a hand on my arm, noticing all the mixed emotions I have written all over my face.

"Why don't we change the subject and have you sign those books we had spoken about the other day" she says, turning to walk towards the stack she had waiting by her front door like she had told me she would.

I smile at her enthusiasm for my writing and and am thankful that she doesn't address what had happened between Jungkook and I anymore.

"There you go" I say putting the cap on the pen and handing the last book back to her. "Thank you dear! The girls are going to love these!" she says placing the books back in their place. "Girls?" I question, chuckling at her reaction, so happy a simple thing like this could make her happy.

"Yeah! The other women in my book club. I recommended your books to them and they've been begging me to get them a signed copy from you ever since" she says, turning back to face me. "Well I hope they enjoy them!" I reply happily, embarrassed still that woman of their age are reading it but thankful nonetheless.

"We're all meeting together here next Sunday so maybe if you're not too busy writing you could stop by and have tea with us. I just know they would love to meet you!" she says, practically glowing with excitement.

"I'll have to get back to you on that one but it sounds lovely" I smile, my heart swelling at the thought of meeting some of my readers. "Wonderful! But I'll let you get back to your day dear. Make sure to set aside some time to take care of yourself and relax tonight okay? You deserve it" she says placing a comforting hand on my arm before we both go our separate ways.

As I close the door behind me I'm met with that all too familiar chime and I walk over to my desk, this time a bit more tentative than before, being nervous as to what I might find from my familiar friend jkjkjk.97

Home :) is all he sends but I decide to respond, nervous of the result if I don't, scared that he might shut me out or fade away.

Have fun with the kiddos tonight! And thank you for coming today, it really meant a lot to me I send back, hoping to make things sound normal.

Anytime, let's see each other again soon. Okay? he asks and I can tell he's waiting earnestly for a response.

Okay. This time at The Blue Pearl so we can say 'Hi' to Rae. I miss her :( I say, hoping that he won't take that as a way of me keeping him from coming over when I really do miss Rae.

The Pearl it is! Goodnight Noona he says, ending the conversation early tonight, no doubt having a lot to do to manage three kids for the night.

Goodnight Jungkook I send and close my laptop, vowing to do as I had agreed upon and take the rest of the day to take care of myself.

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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐨𝐭𝟕 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐖��𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬?

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭||𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗

The orphanage was warm and cozy. While people were getting ready to spend time with their family, you were handwriting letters, thanking all of the women in the orphanage that cared for you. The orphanage was pretty small, but it was homely, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled it. In the living quarters was a stone fireplace, a large furry rug laid in front of it. That’s where you slept most of the time.

It’s where you met Jin for the first time.

“Hey, what are you doing? It’s past curfew!” Those are the words he first said to you.

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down. I’m almost done.” You gathered up all of your letters and put them in envelopes. One of the letters you handed to him.

“Here”, you said. “Give this to Miss Jang in the morning. I put your name on it.”

“Why? I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Well, Miss Jang has been good to you. It’s only fair.”

Jin was about to walk away until he saw you were still sitting there, staring up at him.

“What? Everyone else is asleep.”

“I can't,” you whispered.

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t sleep, not tired.” you rubbed your eyes.

He sighed. He knew you were sleepy but he didn’t try to fight you on it. Instead, he came and sat down next to you. You laid your head on his lap, letting him run his hands through your hair.

“What’s on your mind?” He’d ask, and you would vent to him about your thoughts. You fell asleep that way every night. The nuns in the orphanage knew that you two would fall asleep by the fireplace but they didn’t seem to mind. He seemed to do a better job at getting you to sleep than they did.

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓

Christmas was coming up. Everybody stayed busy in the orphanage, making decorations and putting presents by the big tree in the dining room. Children were getting adopted left and right, families wanting a change for the new year. Jin’s birthday was last week. You and the nuns made you a cake with 12 candles. You sang a song for him and made him a birthday card, with the help of Miss Jang.

𝐓𝐨 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞,

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

When Jin turned 16, he was given a phone. Since he was the oldest and most responsible child in the orphanage, they wanted to make sure he could contact someone if something happened. He only used it once, the time when you broke your arm on your birthday.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

“Be careful, princess!” Jin shouted from the ground below you.

You were on the roof of the orphanage, a piece of cake in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. The roof was your special spot, a spot where you could watch the sunrise and sunset. It felt like freedom.

“Calm down, I’m about to get down”, you rolled your eyes, finishing your last piece of cake and drinking your last drop of soda.

Wearing socks on the roof was not the best idea. On your way down, your sock slipped off your foot, causing you to fall on your left shoulder. When you got to the hospital they had to pop your shoulder back in place and give you seven stitches.

But Jin was there for every second, never leaving the side of the hospital bed.

Until you got back to the orphanage, two strange people were standing in the living room.

“Jin! Your back!” Miss Jang greeted him. “This lovely family is here to see you. I’ll show __ to her bed.”

And that was the moment when your world crashed. That was the moment when your life lost its meaning.

That was the moment when you were left alone.

After Jin’s talk with the guys, the room went silent. It was too much information to process all at once, but he had to get it off of his chest.

“She was my best friend," he whispered. “It was hard to leave her. I really didn’t want to, but the family that adopted me didn’t want a daughter.”

“Why won’t she talk to you then?” Namjoon asked. It seemed like you had a good relationship before. “What changed?”

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎

“Waiting again Miss Kim?” One of the nuns walked past you. You smiled.

“Today is the day ma'am!” You sat out by the window, looking out at the front yard.

“What's today Y/n?”

“It’s Jinnies birthday! He said he was gonna stop by today”, you told her, pointing to the cake you left in the kitchen with a do not touch label on it. “ I made it for him, just like old times.”

You looked at the clock. 2:00 pm. He should’ve been here by now.

So you called. No answer. Then you called again an hour later. No answer. At the end of the night you left him a voicemail while giving the cake to the younger kids in the orphanage.

“Hey, happy birthday Jinnie. Hope you’re okay and uh– I miss you.”

Then you left another one the next year.

“Hey Seok, not sure if you still have this number but… happy birthday! Uhm, I hope your new family is treating you well. Love you.”

Then you left the last one in 2013.

“Seokie”, you sniffled, trying to calm down. “M-miss Jang is gone… everyone is gone. Please h-help.”

If only he had come to help you that day. Maybe things would’ve been different.

Maybe.

The next meeting with the boys was practically pointless. You were supposed to be talking about what concept they wanted for their clothing line but all you were met with was silence.

“I was thinking”, you started. “We should do an all pink line. It would go great with the concept of your new album. What do you think?”

More silence. They all just sat there, looking at each other.

“Did I miss something?” You raised an eyebrow. It seemed like everyone had this secret meeting and left you out of it.

Jin stood up first. The others followed his example. “We’ve decided as a team that we can no longer continue with this partnership.” His managers looked at them in shock. you guess they didn’t inform anyone else of their careless decision.

You laughed. “Did you decide this before or after your boyfriend showed up at my house unannounced?”

“That was an error in judgment on my part. I apologize, but this is for another reason.”

“Oh, so He finally told you?” You scoffed. “So what? Leave the past in the past and focus on the present. What you're doing is foolish.”

Jin slammed his hand on the table, all of the rage that was building up inside him finally spilling over. “No, what you’re doing is foolish! Acting like above it all?”

“Please”, He laughed. “You’re fooling no one. Just get it over with!”

“Get what over with?” You gave him a blank stare.

“Hit me”, he said. The others looked at him as if she had just lost his mind. “Scream at me, hit me, do something! You, staring at me like I’m some stranger– that’s why I can’t do this!”

“Get over it already”, You told him plainly. “This–this isn’t about you and me! This is about my future and I only have one if we go through with this deal!”

Your manager stepped in. “She’s right. Without this deal Kim & Clothes will not be successful. We need this deal to get other deals, hopefully from overseas.” Namjoon huffed, slamming his hands on the desk out of anger.

“Jin.”

He looked up at you. “Y-yeah?”

“Please do this for me. If you still love me, you will help.”

“Okay”, He whispered.

“Okay?”

“Y-yes, I– we’ll help.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Redamancy [BTS]

chapter two

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summary: Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too.

To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest.

But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

pairing(s): ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc

warnings: none

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Although I knew there were seven of them, it was no less shocking or intimidating now that they were standing in front of me. It was clear that they were all a different species which is shocking as most of the time, packs with both predator and prey hybrids don’t mesh well.

Some were hiding behind others. The ones in front did not look happy with the situation…understandably.

“Hello,” I say, observing how some of their ears twitched at the sound of my voice. “I was going to feed…I’m sorry I never got your name.” I turn my attention to the German Shepherd I welcomed in earlier.

“Hoseok,” he says.

I smile and he shifts on his feet. “I was going to feed Hoseok and offer a place to sleep while the storm is raging outside. He told me there were more of you so I thought I’d offer the same to you as well.”

One of the hybrids in the front watches me. He has shaggy gray ears and a tail to match. “Why?” He asks, tone flat and voice low.

“Do I…need a reason?” I ask and he narrows his eyes and I sigh. “Because you shouldn’t have to sleep outside in a storm like this. You shouldn't have to sleep outside at all to begin with.” They still just stand there. “I’m going to get some more towels so you can dry off. If you’re here when I get back, I’ll assume you accept my offer, and if not…” I take my leave then.

When I get back, I make a move closer to them with a stack of towels, and they shuffle backwards, some letting out low growls. I freeze, body tensing. Without taking my eyes off of them, I slowly place the towels on a side table by the couch. “Feel free to sit in the living room or the kitchen. Once we get some food in you I can show you to the showers and the bedrooms. You can take some of my brother’s clothes in the meantime.”

Moving into the kitchen to make more food, I don’t hear anything from the other room for a few minutes. Then there’s shuffling and I know they’re drying off. From what I can tell, they are all staying in there.

However, when I turn around to start bringing food to the kitchen table, I see the tall hybrid with the shaggy gray fur and I jump. “Motherfu–,” I slam my hand over my mouth before I finish the word. I’m sure he can hear the erratic beating of my heart.

His mouth twitches slightly. “Sorry.”

I wave him off after my heart calms down a little. “You’re fine. I just didn’t hear you coming in so I wasn’t expecting to see someone when I turned around. Would you mind bringing everyone to the table, please?” He nods and walks off.

I set all of the food out and notice that they are all standing off to the side, watching me. “...You can sit down.”

“Anywhere?” The small cat hybrid in the back says, moving to stand behind the others when my gaze turns to him.

I tilt my head slightly in confusion. “Of course, anywhere! I don’t have a preference so pick whichever spot you want.”

The predator hybrids seem to surround the prey around the table. The only spot left is by the shaggy gray one from before. It seems they want to protect the others from me should I try something.

They all wait for me to start filling my plate before they do the same. “So, I know Hoseok’s name. Can I know the rest? Also, I’m not really the best at identifying hybrids so if you’re comfortable I’d like to know what kind of hybrid you are.”

Hoseok is the first to speak up, still nervous, but clearly more comfortable with me than the rest because of our previous interaction. “German Shepherd,” he says, which makes sense as soon as he says it. His ears and tail are full of deep brown fur, both a bit wild from the conditions outside.

“Yoongi,” another one of them says, his tone and stare both cold, “Russian Blue cat.” It’s short and dirty, but it’s clear to see that his fur is a silvery gray color.

The small cat from before sits next to him, gripping his sleeve tightly. “Jimin…I’m a Calico.” His voice is timid and he avoids looking at me. His fur is a beautiful patchwork of black, orange and white.

One of the tallest ones speaks next, his tiny white ears barely visible through his hair. “I’m Seokjin,” his voice is quiet and kind. “I’m a ferret.”

“I’m Jungkook! I’m a rabbit,” one of the younger boys says. It’s then that I can hear the sound of thumping on the ground. His foot is tapping in excitement and he gives me a bright, but still nervous smile. I smile kindly at him and his eyes twinkle.

The big hybrid from before leans back in his seat next to me. “I’m a wolf,” he says and then pauses, as if waiting to see if I would run away in fear at this. I simply raise a questioning eyebrow in response and he smirks again. “My name is Namjoon.”

I finally turn my attention to the last hybrid and almost jolt when his striking feline eyes meet mine. They’re half lidded and observant. “Hello,” his voice is deep and echoes throughout the room. “My name is Taehyung, I’m a tiger.” He grins wickedly.

“I thought packs with predator and prey hybrids don’t usually work?” I ask.

“Most of us have been together since we were young,” Namjoon says. “Under the right circumstances bonds like ours can work.” His tone is suggestive when he talks about how they came together. It’s dark and angry. Clearly, the circumstances weren’t good ones.

The bunny is still bouncing his foot in anticipation under the table. “What’s your name?” He asks.

“I’m Wren,” I say, taking another bite of food.

“What do you do, Wren?” Yoongi asks in a purr. He leans forward, tone sly.

My gaze turns fond. “I’m a writer when I want to be but a professor everyday in between.” I love what I do. Most days I get to teach people about Greek mythology, something I’ve held a big interest in since I was little. And in between all of that, I get to write books about things from the deep recesses of my mind that others get to eventually enjoy.

“How did you guys end up out in the storm?” I ask. They all shift uncomfortably, those who were previously comfortable now retreated back into themselves. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Namjoon waves his hand dismissively. “It’s okay. It’s a reasonable question. We’ve been out on the streets for a while now. All of us have rotated to and from different owners and shelters since we were young. That’s how we met each other. We all eventually ended up on the streets and just stuck together after that.”

It was safe to say that after that, the lighthearted mood was gone.

When everyone finished eating, I guided them upstairs to the different bedrooms and bathrooms. “Here are some clothes. They should fit relatively well,” I hand them each a pile of clothes to choose from. “They’re my brothers. He used to live with me but when he moved out he left some stuff behind. There are towels and toiletries in the cabinets. You all can choose between any of the bedrooms except mine of course. So, any room besides the last one on the right is free reign. If you get hungry feel free to raid the kitchen, I just ask that you clean up any messes you make.”

I watch them all shuffle where they stand. I blow out a breath of air and awkwardly rock on my heels. “Well, if you need anything don’t be afraid to come ask. I have nothing going on tomorrow so don’t be afraid to wake me. All I ask is that you knock before you come into my room.” Knowing they won’t give me any further answers, I walk down the hall to my room. Giving them one last look over my shoulder, I quietly close the door behind me.

#𐙚 sfw !#bts #poly bts x reader #hybrid bts #poly bts #bts x oc #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #min yoongi #park jimim #jeon jungkook

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jungkussyficrecs · 2 years

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Stroke Game - KTH

Summary: Teasing Taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences.

Warnings: Grinding, Face fucking, one wittle cock slap but it's actually a tap, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! taehyung, teasing, blue balls.

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A/N: Idk something about this video on insta just.... uh anyway

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about golf. So if anything is wrong please don’t read me for it! We all know none of us are here for the golfing.

There’s something about watching Taehyung golf that is indescribably attractive. Golf isn’t attractive, but watching as he sets up his stance for his stroke is. He has shorts on today, long tan legs spread and feet shuffling back and forth until he finds the perfect spot. His strong arms hold the golf club as he lines up his swing. And then he reaches all the way back, follows through, and the ball soars through the air. He has this cocky aura after he sees that it’s a good shot, and tosses his hair back. It’s growing longer, and the long black and wavy hair is a good look on him during the summer when he’s getting tanner. He looks nothing shy of gorgeous.

You wait until you see Jimin stop recording for Tae’s instagram story before you call out,

‘Nice job Taehyungie.’

He’s walking your way and shoots you a crooked smile,

‘You gonna try, jagi?’ You throw him a knowing glare and kick your leg out at him,

‘We both know golf isn’t my strong suit.’ You mutter

He catches your foot in his hands and quickly unties your shoelace, an ongoing battle between the two of you. He tries to walk closer to you but you press your foot flat against his stomach to stop him before whining,

‘I’m not any good Taehyungie, just leave me to ogle at you from over here.’ He laughs at this and manages to walk around your foot. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your seat

‘I’ll help you come on.’ He tugs you toward the tee and hands you a club. You’re still glaring at him while he moves things around you. He pauses and smiles down at you and then gives you a small kiss followed by a sharp slap on the ass. Jimin cracks up from his seat and you roll your eyes at him

‘You’re next, Jiminie.’ And he mocks being scared at being forced to play golf again by Taehyung. Neither you nor Jimin were particularly interested in the sport, but you both love Taehyung, so you’re willing to entertain his hobby. For now.

Jin and Hobi are watching too, each of them taking turns as they please. Hoseok is less interested in golf than Jin and Taehyung, but he always brightens the mood by cracking jokes.

‘Let’s go, __!’ Hoseok yells and then promptly throws his legs over Jimin’s lap and his arms around his shoulders while aggressively rocking him back and forth.

Taehyung brings your attention back to him, and places his hands on your hips,

‘Line your feet up with mine and make sure your stance is comfortable.’ He says quietly against your ear. His large hands are set on your hips, and he starts to slide them forward over your lower abdomen in an attempt to tease you,

‘I don’t think that area is very important to golf Babe.’ He huffs out a laugh in your ear in response before pulling you hips back against his front,

‘Didn’t you know Jagi? Golf is a full body sport.’ His voice has gotten a little deeper and quieter. His satoori always becomes a little more obvious when he’s speaking in a sultry tone. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. In retaliation you swivel your hips back against his crotch where you can feel just the slightest stirrings of excitement. He takes a sharp intake of breath, ‘Now I’m pretty sure that isn’t necessary.’ He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to your hips.

‘Well I’ve been watching you golf and you always do the cutest little booty wiggle when you’re trying to figure out your stance, so I’m just taking advice from the best.’ You say innocently.

Instead of a response to your obvious teasing, he lightly trails his hands down your arms to your hands. He readjusts your grip for you. You’re letting him do all the work for you, getting comfortable in the warmth of his arms while suggestively pressing your hips back against his. He’s guiding the swing of your arms to set up your stroke, and you think he’s going to help you all the way while you continue to tease him, but before you can follow through with the lining up of the club and hit the ball, he pauses the movement of your arms. The breath that you’d heard against your ear pauses, and he ever so slowly licks up the shell of your ear, and then he lightly tugs on your lobe with his teeth before murmuring,

‘Good luck Jagi.’ and then the warmth and guiding of his body is gone from behind you. Turning around with what you can only assume is the most dumbstruck look on your face. Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter from their seats, and Taehyung is standing a few feet behind you. His arms are crossed and he has a smug smirk resting on his lips.

You turn back to the tee and mindlessly swing, not really caring about how far it goes. It goes a little farther than expected, not good by any means, but not terrible.

Taehyung walks back up to you, ‘Good job, __’

You roll your eyes at him and push his club into his chest before walking back to your seat next to Jimin. He leans toward you once you sit down,

‘I felt like I was watching porn.’ he whispers. You smack him on the arm and turn away from him,

‘It was not that bad.’ You mutter.

‘It was pretty bad.’ Hoseok pipes up from the other side of Jimin. You roll your eyes at them before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He’s just finished another stroke,

‘Nice stroke Babe.’ You cheer him on.

‘You like my stroke game Jagi?’ He teases from behind the tee.

‘Oh my god.’ You groan, and this sets the other three boys off once again.

He comes back over to sit by you and rests his hand on your thigh while Jin goes again. Jimin and Hobi have seemingly lost interest in the game and are just watching from their seats.

You decide to ignore Taehyung after all his teasing and turn to lean your head on Jimin’s shoulder,

‘Jagiya,’ Taehyung murmurs from beside you, tugging on your thigh to try and turn your attention back to him.

‘Go work on your stroke game Taehyungie.’ You mumble jokingly.

‘I’d much rather work on my stroke game with you.’ You can tell he tries to keep his laugh in but it doesn’t work very well. Before he can say anything else it’s his turn again, and he stands up and walks away.

‘You know, I never knew my Taehyungie was so good at flirting.’ Jimin says from where his head is resting on top of yours.

‘Please, we literally watched him flirt with himself on stage everyday when he was performing Singularity.’ You say back.

You can feel the shaking of Jimin’s shoulders under your head as Taehyung shoots you a glare from his spot in front of you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he does the same thing in return.

After his stroke, he sets his club down and walks up to you,

‘Wanna go grab a drink with me?’ He asks. You nod and stand up with him, the other three boys yelling drink orders at the two of you. He waves dismissively at them and then grabs your hand to walk with you. Instead of turning left toward the bar, he pulls you to the right,

‘Babe, I’m pretty sure the bar’s that way.’ You remind him.

‘I know.’ He responds. It’s then that you see the direction he’s headed. The handicapped bathroom at the end of the hallway.

Taehyung had a track record of trying to sneak you away for small moments or quickies when you were in public. The one thing that you’ve learned about him through the years of your relationship is that, when it comes to intimacy, he is not a patient man.

Taehyung opens the door and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. He presses you against the door and before you can even say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. His hands are wandering down your sides until they reach the back pockets of your jeans. He slides his hands into your pockets, and after giving your backside a quick squeeze, he pushes your hips forward so they meet his. Your hands are behind his head, fingers lightly tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily,

‘You drive me crazy, Jagi.’

Instead of responding you guide his lips back to yours, lightly tracing your tongue against his bottom lip to gain access to his. He slides his hand farther down and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. His hips roughly press against yours, and behind the loose fabric of his shorts, you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and palm his cock, and his hips stutter from their sensual grinding, as he lets out a deep groan into your mouth.

You wrap your fingers around the outline of him from the outside of his shorts. Even beneath the layers of cloth between your skin, you can feel just how hot and hard he is.

When you tighten your grip around his cock and start jerking him faster, he moves his head into the crook of your neck and drops your leg from around his waist. He’s mouthing wet kisses against your neck and letting out small groans and words of encouragement. His hips are thrusting into the grip you have on his cock, and he reaches down to tighten your hand around him. Instead of continuing with the pace he directed, you remove your hand from him altogether. When you do this, his head jerks back, and he lets out a small noise of complaint. Before he can say anything, you drop down onto your knees in front of him. He smiles at you and traces his finger along your lips, ‘You’re amazing __’

His voice has gotten deeper and he still sounds out of breath. You lean forward and start to press open mouthed kisses against his cock. His hand presses against the back of your head, encouraging you. Finding the tip of his cock, you start to suck through the thin fabric, tongue tracing over where you know he’s leaking for you. He’s starting to get impatient, and he reaches up to start undoing his belt.

Just as he finishes popping the button on his shorts, you reach down and pull the shoelaces on both of his shoes to get him back for earlier. He’s too distracted to know any better, but instead of continuing, you stand up in front of him. He looks at you surprised, and he’s just about voice his confusion when you tell him,

‘Now’s a perfect time to work on your stroke game, Babe. Oh and don’t forget to tie your shoes.’

And before he can even say anything in response, you turn, unlock the door, and walk out to go to the other boys.

When you take your seat next to Jimin he turns and asks,

‘Where’s Taehyungie?’

‘He’s in the bathroom.’ You respond quickly.

Jimin squints his eyes at you and looks suspicious. You see his eyes glance down to your most likely red and swollen lips,

‘And was he in the bathroom alone, Miss __?’ He teases you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

‘We’ll never know.’ You respond smugly.

Soon after, Taehyung walks back to you, drinks in hand. He hands everyone else theirs first, and when he goes to give you yours, he leans down and whispers in your ear,

‘You’ll pay for that, baby.’

You don’t say anything in response. He has that look in his eye, and you know not to tease him back this time.

. . .

You’ve arrived back in your hotel room, and you're shaking with anticipation. Taehyung was unusually quiet the rest of the day. He was talking normally with the other members, but when it came to you, he gave quick and short responses. Now he wasn’t mad, you were able to tell that much, but he was planning something, and his silence was all a part of the build up.

After entering your shared room, he quickly walks into the bathroom and pauses in the doorway, ‘Clothes off.’ Is all he says before walking inside and shutting the door, something he rarely ever did when it was just the two of you.

You quickly strip and sit on the bed and wait for him to return, and it only takes a moment before he’s walking right back out. He’d taken his shirt off in the bathroom, and when he’s approaching, you take time to admire how much he’s been working out.

His stomach is more toned, and his arms are definitely getting bigger. He’s always gorgeous, but you can tell that toning up a little makes him much more confident, and his confidence is what is so attractive about him.

He stands directly in front of you, and that’s when you realize you're seeing his eyes for the first time that day. He’d been wearing dark sunglasses most of the day, so you hadn’t seen them much. He’s staring directly into your eyes, and it’s almost intimidating with the way his gaze is unwavering.

‘Take my shorts off, gorgeous.’ He demands softly.

Taehyung is a simple man. He has three moods in bed. The first is soft Taehyung. There are no power dynamics, just two people loving and being intimate. The Second, is soft dom. Taehyung takes the lead, but there’s nothing harsh about the way he dominates you. There’s soft words and gentle touches. And then there’s full dom Taehyung. It’s rough and hard, but you love every minute of it. Someone else may confuse his demand and pet name for soft dom Tae, but you’re well aware that this is just the beginning.

You reach forward to undo his belt, and after it’s undone, you pull it through the loops and set it beside you. Reaching forward, you undo his button and drag his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. As much as he’s trying to act dominant and controlling, there are little tells of impatience in his body language. Just as you’re going to reach for his cock, he smacks your hands away,

‘You lost that privilege with the stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.’ He says. His fingers have a tight grip on your chin and he grabs his cock and traces your lips with the tip, smearing his precum over your lips. He taps the side of your cheek with his cock to remind you of his instructions, and you follow, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to use,

‘Good girl.’ He mutters.

He takes the tips of his cock and lays it on your tongue. Thrusting his hips lightly so that the underside of him is rubbing inside your mouth, you cup your tongue slightly to suck on his cock. All of his movements halt, and he leaves your mouth,

‘You only do what I tell you.’ He pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction, ‘Now, I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, and I’m gonna use you as much as I want. You know what to do if it gets too much.’

And with that he’s thrusting back inside your mouth, cock all the way down your throat. You’re gagging immediately. With no warm up, your throat protests against the intrusion. He pulls back slightly to let you breathe. Then, he’s sliding back down your throat. Your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, little hairs lightly tickling you.

Risking a glance up at him, his head is thrown back. The veins in his neck are taught, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s already worked up from earlier, and the feeling of your throat around him must be overwhelming.

After a few moments, his hips are retreating and then snapping back into your mouth. Your eyes are watering, but the groan he lets out is worth the burning in your throat,

‘Such a perfect little mouth for me.’ He grunts out. His palms are pressed firmly to your cheeks to keep your head in place while his pace increases. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the sensation. The way he’s grunting causes wetness to pool between your legs. There’s a light sheen covering his tanned skin from the exertion, and it makes him seem like he’s almost glowing.

His hips are starting to stutter and his grunts are turning into choked gasps, telltale signs that he’s close. He pushes all the way down your throat and then tilts your head slightly so you’re looking at him,

‘You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.’ He tells you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulls out of your mouth and gives you a moment to catch your breath.

Then, he reaches for your arm and pulls you up so you’re standing. He’s quickly bringing your mouth to his and entangling his tongue with yours.

Taehyung kisses in a way that words can barely describe. He’s passionate but also cocky in the way he moves his lips, and there’s dominance in the way his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away and looks down at you,

‘Hands against the mirror, legs spread, and I don’t want to hear a word out of this pretty little mouth.’ And then he’s pushing you toward the full length mirror against the wall. You follow his directions and look up into the mirror to see his eyes tracing down the length of your body. He places his hands on your hips and his chest molds to your back. You can feel his cock poking your ass from behind. His hands pull your hips back toward him and then one of them slowly makes its way toward your opening. His fingers dip into the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs before he brings it back up to trace slow circles around your clit,

‘My baby is so wet for me. Does getting your throat fucked turn you on that much.’ He tsks. He starts to circle his fingers faster, and your legs are shaking with the shocks of pleasure running through you. He dips his fingers back down and pushes two inside,

‘I was gonna get you ready for my cock, but you’re dripping Jagi. I don’t think you even need it.’

You look back up to meet his eyes in the mirror and shake your head, obeying his request to be quiet. It’s then that he removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches down to grasp his cock. You can see his arm moving in the mirror, giving himself a few, quick strokes before guiding his tip to rest right at your entrance. Then without warning he pushes all the way in. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, there will never be a day where you’ll get used to the way he fills you up. Long and thick, hitting all the right places inside of you with just one thrust. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, letting out shallow breaths. Both of you are so worked up, you’re aware this is going to be quick.

Then his hands firmly grasp your hips, and he’s pulling back slowly before quickly thrusting forward. There’s no gradual buildup to his pace, he switches to pounding into you from behind immediately. His hips are slapping against your ass and he’s letting out grunts and small moans of your name between his labored breaths. You love the times when Taehyung is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he doesn’t take the time to use any specific rhythm. He just hammers into you from behind, the angle creating the perfect way for him to hit your G spot repeatedly.

You drop your head down to look at the floor, struggling to keep your moans contained. You’re biting your lips raw trying to keep the noise at bay. It’s when Taehyung reaches down to place the heel of his hand against your clit that your hips start twitching. The powerful thrusts of his hips send yours forward causing you to grind against his hand.

‘Go ahead, baby. I know you wanna cum for me.’ He says breathlessly, ‘I’m right behind you. Gonna fill this pussy up.’

The pressure in your stomach is quickly building, and you reach down and grab his wrist as you near your climax.

You can feel the stuttering of his hips as he approaches his peak, and with a few more sharp snaps you reach your peak, and that building pressure snaps.

‘Taehyungie,’ You can’t help but moan out. Pussy clenching around his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to help you down, but the pace of his hips continues. He’s losing the rhythm he had previously, groans of your name filling the air, and with one thrust, he’s pushing all the way inside you. You can feel the twitch of his cock while he fills you up. He gives a few short thrusts to push his cum back inside. His head falls onto your shoulder and he lets out a soft laugh,

‘Damn.’

You laugh with him, ‘I don’t think I can feel my legs.’

He pulls out slowly, half hard cock falling out of you along with some of his cum. He turns you around and places soft kisses on your lips before picking you up to carry you over to the bed. He looks down at you fondly and sweetly attaches your lips once more before getting up to head to the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on before he returns to clean up the mess he left between your legs,

‘You need to go pee.’ He punctuates the sentence with a few taps on your butt. You grumble at him but know he’s right, so you make your way into the bathroom to do your business. You head back to the bed and throw on his t-shirt on the way. Taehyung is already snuggled under the covers with one corner lifted up waiting for you. Climbing into bed with him and tucking yourself up against his chest, you’re just getting ready to fall asleep when he disturbs you,

‘What do you think about my stroke game now?’ He mumbles into your ear. You throw your hand over his face and push him away from you while he’s cracking up,

‘Oh my god. I hate you.’ You mumble into your pillow.

‘I love you.’ He sing-songs back to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing your back against his chest.

‘I love you too, I guess.’

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yoongis-black-grilfriend · 1 year

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Interview

Summary: You win an interview with your favorite band in the world. One of members is more than excited to have you in his presence

Warnings: SMUT, reader and taehyungs relationship moves kinda fast, penetrative sex, oral (female and male recieveing), cum eating, dirty talk, missonary, tweet reactions. Please let me know if I missed any!

You checked your email and were met with the best news that you could ever receive in your life. About a month ago you heard an announcement on your local radio station and had entered a contest to get the chance to interview Bts and you had entered the contest you had actually won!

Radio 90.6: Hello yln! We are happy to inform you that you have won our contest. Yay! You will be interviewing BTS at the end of this week. For this interview you will be allowed to ask them one question we will be providing the rest of them please respond to this email with the question so our team can approve of it. Thank you and congratulations!

You screamed happily that you were in your one bedroom apartment. You were very surprised you signed up thinking you weren't even going to even be so happy you did. Now you need to figure out what you are going to wear.

The week dragged on and you spent it preparing for the interview and going to work but today is the day that you were finally going to interview BTS. You had your question ready and you were excited to see their reactions. You made sure that it wasn't personal as invasive as some of these interviews can get.

Today was the day you thought as you got up and got ready for the day. You had brought your outfit a couple of days prior so all you really had to worry about was how you were going to do your makeup. Getting into the shower you had made sure to shave and wash your whole body. When you get out you moisturize your body with lotion and glitter. Doing your makeup you made sure to order your uber in advance since you had to be at the station a little earlier.

Finally you had finished getting ready and you hurried out the door to get in your uber. The ride wasn’t really that far. It was about 20 minutes away so you had just enjoyed the scenery on the way there. It was a beautiful day outside. When you reached the station your heart was beating really fast and you were getting more and more nervous. “Alright, here you go y/n have a good rest of your day” the uber driver said with a smile on his hope he was an happy old man that encouraged you the whole ride to the station. “Thank you so much, you too!” you exclaimed, getting out of the car and shutting the door.

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you got closer to the door and when you walked into the building you were met with the camera crew and a lot of other people. One girl walked up to you with an excited smile. “Y/n hi! I’m Stella and I'm just going to walk you through this whole thing before we get started.” So here is the list of questions that are not really complex so that's good, and then you will be asking your question last, okay?” you nodded your head as she led you over to where you were going to be interviewing the famous group.

She had you sit down on a chair and when the crew started to get to work they set up the lights. Someone had handed you a card with all the questions on it. The questions were basic and not non original but you weren't really expecting anything crazy. Soon after someone walked through the door of the building. “Everyone make way BTS is arriving” they said with a loud voice. The crew was already ready, all there was left to do was to have you guys get miked up.

Suddenly you see them and you forget to breathe for a second. You really couldn't believe it after all this time you were a fan of them you were finally going to be able to meet them. All the days leading up to this moment you weren't expecting it to be so nerve racking but here you are taking in every inch of them as they walk towards you sitting in the charis that were placed across from you.

There was one moment of silence before Namjoon spoke up. “Hey before the interview starts we just want to say thank you for supporting us. We're honored to be meeting you.” Oh my gosh they were just as humble as they were on screen off camera you didn’t know why you were so surprised but you were and your nerves. “Thank you so much for that, you guys have gotten me through some tough times, so I'm totally freaking out right now.” Your cheeks were hurting from how hard you were smiling and you had to use your hands with your newly done acrylics to fan your face.

They all laughed once you started to fan yourself laughing as they did so. “There's no reason to be nervous,” Yoongi said with a reassuring smile. “We're going to start recording in about 3 minutes, okay?” You all let a string of “okay” and “yes” put an end to your conversation. The cameras are on and rolling now it is time for you to start asking the questions.

“Hello everyone we are” Namjoon had started off “BTS” with the rest of the members following. “Today we have our lovely army, y/n asking us questions' ' Taehyung said with a slight smirk which caused you to start hyperventilating inside. Did he look you up and down or did you imagine that? “So let’s get on with the questions!” Hosesk exclaimed excitedly while he clapped his hands with the other members joining him. “Let’s go y/n!”

Smiling as you look at the cards in your hand you read off the first question. “Okay so we know you guys like to travel a lot but what is your favorite place to travel to?” The boys had a moment to think before Jin spoke up, “I would say um maybe Japan, but I love anywhere army is” Hoseok and Jimin agreed with him stating “Me too”. Yoongi nodded before saying “London or Brazil” Namjoon spoke up next “I would say America we get to see a lot of things out here, what about you Tae?” Taehyung looked at you deep into your eyes “Paris I like France” with his deep voice as low as Wendy Williams was on her show and that freaked you out. You felt like he was trying to send you some kind of message.

Later into the interview you’re down to your last question, the last one being your own question. You didn’t even know how you were going to ask it without being embarrassed. Throughout the interview Taehyung had been giving you these looks that no one seemed to be catching on to. His eyes were glassy with lust and he looked like he wanted to take you then and there. His glances on you would linger and his eyes would wonder. Your panties were damp and you could already tell your lips were slick with your arousal as well. Taehyung looked like he could tell what he was doing to you everytime you would look at him he would smile a genuine smile before looking away.

“This last question is one that came from me and I was wondering if you guys planned on singing Sea live and if you don’t please do it pretty please.” They all laughed right in your face. “That song is kind of sad don’t you think?” Namjoon said smiling chuckling right after “I know but its my all time favorite song from you guys and I would do anything to just hear it live it, I don’t even have to see the live performance I just want to hear it live” Tilting his head Taehyung spoke up “Well see what we can do” Jimin laughed before saying something in korean which made the rest of the members laugh.

Happy that you were able to get through this interview without you breaking down Namjoon clapped his hands together getting ready to end the video. “Well that's the end of this video. Thank you to y/n for interviewing us and thank you to all the army's for supporting us. See you guys later” the rest of the boys let out a string of “love you guys” ''stay safe” and ''bye”. A breath escaped from your lips that you didn't even know that you were holding. You needed to freshen up because you literally felt like you were going to explode.

Looking behind you, Stella walks up to you. “Is there a place I can freshen up?” “Yeah of course our break room is down the hall on your left” Standing up you thank her and make your way to the break room making sure to close the door behind you. You start to walk back and forth breathing in and out. Hopefully you were overreacting because if he was actually looking at you the way he was you needed to get it together. Going to the fridge you see a water bottle and take one and take a drink out of it going to sit on the soft couch as you start to feel much better.

The door opens and your head looks in that direction. It was Taehyung closing the door behind him making sure he locked it. Walking towards you he sat next to you on the couch he was so close your thighs were touching each other. “ You’re really pretty” he said and you swear you could feel your heart stop you could not believe this. With your breathing getting heavier you answer him “Really you think so?” Leaning back he spreads his thighs wider going into a man spread as he hooks his left arm over your shoulder his fingers barely brushing your breast.

“Yeah, pretty like a dove, it makes me like want to do bad things to you” he said as his hand went to go grip your breast the vines in his hands on display making you more slick in your panties as he leaned towards you to lay kisses on your neck, his lips latched to the spot his tongue swirled around your neck as you moaned softly tilting your head back. “You're going to be a good girl right, for me?” he asks, moving his lips from your neck. You nodded “Yes, i'm going to be a good girl” he smiled “Good”.

Moving his arm from around he unbuckles his pants along with his boxers. “Suck it for me please” he slightly begged as his cock sprang free from his boxers with a bead of pre cum leaking out of it. He was so hot like this, his eyes hooded dark with desire looking straight at you. Going to reach over and get ready he stops you “Wait give me your panties” confused you reach under your skirt taking off the lacy pink underwear you had on underneath and handed it to Taehyung. “Thank you dove,” reaching back over on your knees, you take him in your mouth slowly with Taehyung looking into your eyes while he puts your panties to his nose and smells them as he looks at you moaning at both your arousal and the pleasure you're giving him.

“Smell so good my Dove, I want to taste you on my tongue” he said before stuffing your panties into his mouth his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tasted you on his tongue while your tongue circled around his head before you took him deeper into your mouth. Slowly he moved his hips being careful not to make you choke as you tried your hardest to take all of him. Reaching over Taehyung enters two fingers inside of you collecting all of your juices on his fingers. Moaning around his cock you move your head faster making Taehyung gasp as your panties were still on his tongue.

With his fingers moving at lighting speed you felt yourself about to come to as Taehyung pushed your head deep down his length as he was near his end as well. “Oh fuck Dove your doing well” he lets out as he came his cum filling your mouth you cum as you shallow it right after shaking in his lap as he chuckled at your reaction, “Ah so pretty when you cum”. He grabs your shoulder slowly pushing you back on the couch laying you down before he leaned down to meet with your pussy. You could feel his breath fan across your lips. “I don’t know if I can do it, Taehyung , I still need to recover” he shook his head disagreeing “You’ll be fine be a good Dove for me”.

Suddenly his lips wrapped around your clit and your back arched off the couch as your hands found themselves in his curly hair pulling him deeper moving your hips into his face. “Mhmm” you felt him moaning into making shock waves flow through your core. “Fuck Taehyung, keep going please!” You whined out trying to watch the volume of your voice hoping no one could hear the wild pleasure he was giving you. His tongue was moving skillfully in between your folds tugging and pulling at all the right moments making you go absolutely crazy as you tried not to tug on his silky hair too hard. Not wanting to hurt him you go to take your hand out of his hair but he grabs one of your hands guiding it back in his hair urging you to pull at it while he continues his vicious attack on your pussy.

You're getting closer when you feel him reach his hands from around your thighs to under your ass pulling you closer to his face. Your stomach is in a knot and Taehyung is undoing it with every stroke of his tongue as you start shaking around his lips. Bracing your fingers in his hair you explode into euphoria seeing nothing but white from the earth shattering orgasming your experinceing. “Gorgeous Dove, think you can take my cock next?” you say nothing, still trying to recover from the orgasm he just gave you two seconds ago. He starts laying soft kisses on the skin inside of your thighs an inch away from your sensitive nub. “Please Dove, just one more for me”. Gaining some kind of strength you nod your head eyes looking into his as he sucks on a sensitive spot on the inside of your legs.

Taehyung pushes himself up and grabs his cock slowly into you he winces when you hiss at the contact going as slow as possible torturing himself. He buries himself to the hilt when he attaches his lips to yours slipping his tongue into your mouth his lips around your tongue and he sucks on it as his hips move at a regular pace. Your lips meet again as his speed gets faster, your hold on to him far dear life biting down on his shoulder to keep the sounds from coming out. “Oh my god you're going to make me cum already Dove” he rasped out as he moved his hips at desperate speed. With the way he was moving you could barely even breathe with how good you were feeling. Your skin was hot, your breath was short and all you could hear in the room was the rhythmic sound of your skin slapping together.

“Are you about to come, my little dove?” you couldn't even form words as you felt him chuckle feeling his teeth go over your jaw meeting his lips with yours. His lips were soft and had moisture to them as bit his bottom lip bringing him to smile into the kiss. The heat in your lower abdomen gets hotter before Taehyung thrust his hips with one last strong thrust as you guys come together. He covers your mouth as he feels your walls fluttering around his cock he thrust a few more times completely spilling himself inside of you. When he removed his hand from your mouth your eyes had tears in them as you caught your breath. “You did so well, thank you for being a good girl for me Dove'' He slowly pulls out of you before he helps you get some water and puts your clothes back on together.

When you finished getting dressed you honselty felt a little sad because this was probably the first and last time you were going to see him but at the same time you were happy because you litterally fucked KIM TAEHYUNG. He still looked at you with the same gaze he had in the interview as you guys sat on the couch after you guys had helped each other put each other's clothes on. The man next to you opened his mouth like wanted to say something before there was a knock at the door. “Y/n we're going to start taking pictures soon.” You heard Stella inform on the other side of the door . “Okay I’ll be out in a minute” Taehyung smirked before he tilted his head toward the door. “You should go out there dove, there calling you” nodding your head as you walked out of the break room. Waiting to start taking the pictures, about five minutes later Taehyung walks out with a smile on his face as he stands next to you for the picture.

Their manager counts down for the picture as you guys pose with Taehyung on your left and the rest of the members on your right. When the manger decided he had a good enough picture, you feel an arm wrap around your waist and put something in the band of your skirt looking at Taehyung. He gives you another smile before they say their goodbyes and thank you’s leaving the radio station. Pulling the note of your skirt you read it and smile.

Talk to you soon my pretty dove- Taehyung

At the same time it confused you. There was no time for you guys to even exchange numbers let alone social media so how was he going to be talking to you?

ONE WEEK LATER

The video had just come out the day before and was trending on twitter. You go to look at what the tweets were talking about hoping and praying to not do anything upsetting or embarrassing in the interview.

@/bangtangirl: I just saw the video the boys did with the army let me say she is GORGEOUS 😩

@/jimine: It looked like the boys actually had fun because any other time the look like they want to leave lmao

@/mutistan800: That part where y/n asked if they could perform sea live and tae said they’ll see what they can do and jimin said “don’t count on it.” in korean. Why do they hate sea so much? 😭

@/namjoonsexpensivegirl: @/mutistan800 thank god she was brave enough to do it because it had to be said!

@/yoongisblackgirlfriend: am I the only person who noticed the way taehyung was looking at her because… 👀

@/jinsmilitarywife: @/yoongisblackgirlfriend no because they would actually be so cute together

@/taesbae: @/yoongisblackgirlfriend and @/jinsmilitarywife she can keep wishing because tae would never lmao 🤭

@/jinsmilitarywife: @/taesbae is this taehyung in the room with us right now? because he definitely wanted to hit that.

@/yoongisblackgirlfriend: @/jinsmilitarywife exactly lmao😭

@/hopeworld444: All time favorite interview and y/n is so pretty and soft spoken <3

END OF TREAD

For the most part the comments about the interview were good but ever since the interview came out there was an influx of messages in all of your social media basically hating on you saying a lot of hurtful things. You knew that this probably would have happened so you just try to focus on all of the positive comments you got from other armies.

Taking a break from being on Twitter you see that you have a missing text message from an unknown number. Going to open it, your eyes widen with what it said.

(82) - Let me take you to Paris -Taehyung

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Blackmail 2 | KTH

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Disclaimer: events and incidents in this fiction are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This does not resemble Taehyung’s character whatsoever.

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“Put more on the grill.” You whine at your friends, you’re a little greedy at this point and a little tipsy. You and your friends were at a nearby barbeque restaurant in the city having pork belly and alcohol for your last night before travelling away to London for the tour.

“You need to stop eating.” Luna slaps your hand down so you drop the tongs and your pair of chopsticks. “You’re going to get sick and we have a flight to catch tomorrow night.”

You roll your eyes and hold the tongs again and put the last piece of pork belly on the grill, your group of friends were arguing over a major heated topic that you barely could hear when you’re sitting at the end of the table. “I can’t hear you.”

“She’s talking about her night with Kook.” Luna pulls your chair closer for you to hear Sona speak. “He’s incredible and charming and romantic. I’ve never had anyone like him.”

“He doesn’t film you nor do any weird shit does he?” One of the girls asks and right away you could tell that she’s talking about Taehyung which makes you scoff, and speaking of the devil he texts you at the exact second.

9:24 | KTH:

Wyd?

9:25 | KTH:

Wanna meet up tonight?

Your fingers type back immediately.

9:25 | You:

Can’t I’m out with my friends.

As if that’s the only thing stopping you from meeting up with him.

9:25 | KTH

We’ll hang out in your place when you’re done. Deal?

You’re a little too drunk to say no, so you actually end up on leaving him on read, knowing damn well he will join you even if you refused.

You get to your place and the alcohol is now running through your system and your body feels hot to the touch, you’re drunk, but not drunk enough to pass out or anything. You just feel loose and sleepy.

You don’t recall giving him your address but when you’re about to close the door to your place, the foot that stood in the way back in Osaka is now standing in the way again, stopping you from pushing the door further to shut it. Of course it’s him, this time you could easily recognize him with only a cap covering his head.

He doesn’t hesitate to invite himself in as he speaks. “I love your place.”

You eyes roll to the back of your head when you huff, and you close the door after him before putting your purse and phone down. “Did I tell you it was okay to come?”

“You didn’t tell me to come over.” He looks at you confused and you nod your head. “Yeah, exactly.” And he pouts. “I was done early with the rehearsals I thought I should drop by and say hi.”

“Hi.” You fake a smile before straightening your face. “Goodbye.” And as if that’s his cue to make himself comfortable, he yanks off his shoes and lands onto your couch. “I’ll have wine please.”

“We’re flying tomorrow we can’t drink.” You didn’t think this through before you said it, he laughs and tilts his head. “Honey, I can smell the Soju from over here.”

“Damn it, alright.” You go to your kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and one single glass for him.

“I thought you threw it away.” He calls from the living room and you rush out to see him holding the box that was near your apartment door, opening it with a smirk on his face and looking through the stuff. “I’m glad you didn’t, those are actually expensive.”

“I’m not into your weird kinky shit, Taehyung.” You put the wine bottle down and sit down onto your couch. He takes the seat next to you and puts the box down onto the coffee table, rummaging through the stuff inside until he fishes out the butt plug. Or vibrator damn it.

“Have you tried one before?” He asks as he turns on the little purple device and it starts vibrating into his hand, he keeps clicking a couple times to change the pattern before turning his head towards you. “Y/N?”

“No offense, but I think toys are pathetic.” You laugh, of course he’s offended, he even scoffs and shakes his head left and right, denying the fact that you actually just said that.

And to prove you wrong, he clicks once onto the device and now it’s pulsating in a different pattern, before he presses it against your vagina through the dress you’re wearing, the sudden contact of the purple device makes your entire body stiffen right away, you’re not sure if you felt like that before, you even hold the fabric of your dress into your fists.

Taehyung seizes the opportunity and wraps an arm around your shoulder as he leans his forehead against the side of your head, inhaling your scent and watching you suffer to hide that it actually feels fantastic.

He dares to click onto the device again and the pattern changes right away making you flinch in your seat, this pattern was stronger and more frequent and faster than the one before, your body heats up and you feel yourself clenching onto nothing in your panties. Your eyes expose you as they shut down and your head falls back against the couch, and as Taehyung’s head slips away from your face his eyes now lock onto your lips.

The lips he stared at all the time from a far are right here in front of him begging to be kissed and bitten, and he goes feral once you bite onto your lower lip trying to stop the little whimpers that are about to escape your lips.

You can’t control your body anymore, you press your thighs tighter against each other which makes the tiny stupid device press harder against your clit that’s now throbbing into your panties, you’re already soaked there and if you actually stood up you can see the damp little spot on the back of your sky blue dress.

And Taehyung can’t control himself too as he finally presses his lips against yours and kisses you, he feels himself finally getting satiated as he sucks onto them, he roams his tongue inside your mouth and you surprisingly kiss back, which again makes him seize the chance and moves the device under your dress and presses it against your panties. Your breath hitches and your head falls to the side, exposing your neck to him and he dives right in to lick all the way from your collarbone to the back of your ear.

Your body tenses and the grip onto your dress is getting tighter, your breath is quickening and your ears are starting to buzz, it feels so tight in your stomach and you know you’re about to let go. “Mmm.” Uncontrollably escapes your lips and you cover your mouth using the back of your hand. “Are you gonna cum?” His deep voice rings into your ear, his hand that’s holding the vibrator moves left and right to add friction onto your cunt, it’s too overwhelming to you and you feel yourself seconds from cumming, so you hold onto his wrist and try to stop him, your mind is telling you don’t but your body isn’t even listening, you could force him to stop but you physically can’t.

The orgasm takes over your entire body and you feel your lungs deflating, you gasp for a breath and dig your nails into his skin, your sharp breaths are driving him feral and he could go down on his knees right now and beg to fuck you. “Right there, that’s it, cum for me.”

“St.. stop.” You barely whimper, as if the alcohol wasn’t enough for your face to be flushed red and now the orgasm screws you up even more. Taehyung doesn’t even move his hand away as he sees your body shudder next to him, totally overwhelmed by the intense orgasm, your head turns towards him with your eyes half open, his glance meets yours with the dirty smirk on his face, biting onto his lower lip and switching his gaze to your lips.

And holy fuck you have no idea what went through you, your head no longer functions and you can’t comprehend anything but the fact that you’re willing to do anything he wants. The way this man stares at you made you feel like the true woman you are, it made you feel sexy.

“So a vibrator is pathetic but a makeup brush isn’t?” He steals a kiss from your lips and finally turns off the vibrator and throws it onto the couch between you two, you clear your throat and finally relax your legs still trying to catch your breath before you speak. “I’ll do it.”

Jackpot. Honestly he knew you’d agree at some point so he saw it coming, he thought it would take him more time but it happened a little sooner than he thought.

A satisfied grin lingers on his face and he finally gets up onto his feet. “Excellent, make sure you pack these in your luggage, we’ll need it.” He points his head towards the box that had the costume, you clear your throat and get up. “Can’t it happen without it?”

“Trust me, it’ll feel ten times better when you’re wearing it.” He sounds convincing as he pinches your cheek lightly. “I’ll see you in London.”

Let’s just hope you don’t regret this in the morning.

You spent your entire day packing because this trip was the longest, your stomach keeps constantly dropping and tickling you when you remember what you agreed on the night before, a part of you wanted to actually back away and call it off, but the largest portion of you was clearly careless since this is just a one time thing.

You grab onto the velvet ribbon and untie it to reveal what the box contains, even when the entire thing is catchy to the eye, but still the purple device is where your eyes lands first, you curiously grab onto it and twist and turn it in your hands, before pressing onto the little golden button and it turns on, you audibly gasp as if you did it by mistake, but clearly you didn’t.

Did he send every girl he slept with a vibrator or what? You scoff and turn it off before shoving it into your suitcase, along with the little piece of clothing before closing your bag and putting it near your door.

Getting to the airport has always been this chaotic, you honestly had no idea why’d they put up their schedule anyway but hey, to each their own.

Right when you get to the security and your suitcase goes in for inspection on the belt, your heart drops when the guards ask. “Ma’am, does this bag belong to you?”

A little dumbfounded and worried, but still you answer even when you’re about to choke onto your coffee. “Yeah, it’s mine.”

“Do you have something that’s battery operated in this bag?” The security guard asks as he’s taking the bag out from the belt, his hands barely touching the zipper.

And holy fuck you know what he’s talking about and fuck you Kim Taehyung for such stupid “Gift.”

Think Y/N, you better think fast.

Worst case scenario he opens the bag and it’s right there hidden between your clothes and you’re exposed in front of the entire staff that are right behind you waiting for their luggage to be inspected, what else could happen? Of course the security guards have seen these things before and you’re probably overthinking it, it’s just a toy for crying out loud, and of course he won’t just take it out and show it to everyone, or will he?

Fuck, okay you’re nothing thinking Y/N, because your suitcase is already unzipped and the guard is inspecting through it.

What else could be battery operated? How could you even convince him when he’s seconds away from embarrassing you in front of your coworkers and supervisors. Fuck it hurts more that another guard is standing right behind him and watching your bag being inspected. You watch their faces carefully waiting for them to show a reaction. God your walk through the gate will be a walk of shame.

“It’s an electric toothbrush.” Luckily he finds your toothbrush along with your water floss which makes the guard yell, “Next.” And close your bag.

Your face has already gone pale and you broke into cold sweat at just the thought of being exposed in public, your pounding heart in your chest feels like you climbed up 10 floors running and it takes a hot minute to calm down and you promise yourself that this can’t happen again.

You’re not even entirely sure that this is worth it to begin with.

Even when the long flight there was truly exhausting, with two stops and over 16 hours flying, it was more than enough for you to rest and maybe try and forget what happened earlier, you were insanely jet lagged and your body can’t buffer anymore, you can’t comprehend anything but the fact that you desperately need a bed to lay down on like right now.

And again you promise yourself that once you get to London you’re throwing away the stupid purple device in the nearest trash bin to avoid going through what happened earlier again.

Finally you get to the hotel room and you were lucky to have a king size bed all for you, you’re almost 9 hours behind your sleeping schedule so you quickly get into the shower and dive into the bed to catch onto some sleep.

Everyone was jet lagged and exhausted, the concert was still a couple days away so everyone had time to rest and time to take a walk around the city, you made sure to get enough sleep in order to go and explore London with your friends, and as you were having fish and chips on the streets your phone buzzes a couple texts.

5:53 | KTH

Done with the rehearsals, see u at 8 in my room and put the costume on J

It doesn’t take you seconds to reply with only thumbs up and sliding your phone back into your pocket, you need to head back earlier to your room to get ready, the man has slept with so many women that you feel the need to stand out in some way.

As for him? The usual routine before hooking up with someone nothing too special, a shower and a little clean up shave before wrapping the bath towel around his waist before he walks towards his carry on.

The sound of the zipper being opened is the only sound that’s heard in the room before he digs in to take out what he needs.

A couple Go-pros, handcuffs, blindfolds, his Nikon camera and a couple massage oils, and most importantly, his belt that he slides out of his jeans that he was wearing earlier. He takes one quick scan at the room trying to figure out where to hide the cameras.

The Go-pros can easily fit behind the table lamps on each side of the bed, and one near the TV, his Nikon camera hides pretty well in the closet that he leaves it’s door slid open enough for the lens to catch everything. He puts the blindfolds and handcuffs on the bed before putting his carry on back down onto the floor.

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to bring along condoms, he’s very hygienic and he knows you’re safe too, he did have to dig deep into your medical record that’s archived in the company to figure it out, but hey safety comes first. He never believed in condoms and he’s very careful when it comes to pulling out.

He takes one quick glance at the time on his phone and it’s already 8, so he takes one last spin around the room to click the record button on all the 5 cameras he set up.

He even sets up one last Go-pro near the headboard of the bed and finally hits the last record button, before scanning the room again to make sure that they’re all well hidden. And they really are, he’s been doing this for over a year now that he got so good at hiding them.

As for you, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror admiring the way you look, your body is reacting upon your reflection and that douche was right. It already feels great to know that you look really sexy. In the back of your mind you were questioning yourself, are you really doing this?

You grab the bathrobe and put it on before leaving your room, you look around the corridor and the hallway is completely empty since everyone is either sleeping or having a night out. You had to take the elevator up in order to get to his room and you were on your tiptoes hoping that you don’t bump into someone when you’re wearing heavy makeup and a red lipstick, oh and in a bathrobe. You think it’s really obvious that you’re meeting up with someone and it probably is.

You make your way to his room and knock on the door, and there’s no answer. You look at the time and it’s a little past 8:30. You’re not that late and you’re pretty sure he’s in his room.

He is. He’s on the other side of the door watching you through the peephole and waiting for an entire minute to unlock his door, it was his sick way of teaching you a lesson to never be late, and when he says be there at 8, it means you have to be there by 8.

“Hey.” He opens the door and tilts his head inside. “Come on in, how are you?”

You’re fuming at the fact that you had to keep knocking on his door for a good amount of time and he knows you can’t be seen, specially that in the room next to him is probably one of the boys or one of their managers.

“What took you so long?” You get inside and rush to close the door behind you, the auto lock immediately activating and you hear it clicking shut. You don’t dare to look up from the floor when you clearly see him wearing only a towel around his waist, the idea itself was intimidating to you, you’re about to have sex with the man that millions of girls love and adore, and holy fuck he’s standing right there trying so hard to draw an image of what you look like underneath that little bathrobe.

“May I?” He stands behind you, his fingers fidgeting with the rope tied around your waist, and you clear your throat and nod a hesitant “Yes.”

He loosens it around your body and pulls it off of you ever so gently, you feel his breath hitting the nape of your neck and it sends shivers down your body that you shrug your shoulders up and shiver clearly making him laugh quietly. “You’re so cute.”

That wasn’t what you were hoping to hear when you’re all dolled up in the costume he bought, his eyes pierce down your shoulders and back, slowly taking his time to look down your ass, he cannot believe his eyes that it’s right there in front of him.

Now Taehyung doesn’t usually do this, he usually cuts to the chase and immediately gets to work but with you he took his time, he knows you’re new to this, your past experiences were considered quite trash to him, so he felt the need to butter up his bread and be gentle at first, before showing you his true colors.

“Did you get the rest of the stuff?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You hand him the stupid purple device that’s been giving you nightmares, he grabs it into his hands and walks inside to sit onto the bed, man spreading his legs apart enough for you to clearly see what’s under the towel. You take a couple steps towards the bed and he grabs onto your hands before pulling you towards him to sit onto his leg. “Come here let me kiss you.”

He cups your cheeks and pulls you in to kiss you once, the second time he licks your lips and bite onto your bottom lip and gently tugging it back before kissing you, his other hand running up your thigh and his fingers tracing the suspenders you were wearing softly.

Your hands stay onto your legs when you have no idea what to do, he pulls back and wraps one arm around your waist to pull you down onto the bed and getting on top of you. “Is this good?” He whispers, making sure that so far you’re okay and you are, and you barely whisper a ‘Yes’ before he continues, he spreads your legs apart to position comfortably between them, the big clear bulge in his towel now presses against your clothed core on purpose and holy fuck he’s rock hard.

He proceeds to kiss you on the lips again and you kiss back, hardly able to focus when he keeps poking and grinding against the stupid leather piece that you wish didn’t exist. “Mmm.” Your hand runs down his chest and the other wraps around his neck, your mouths merging together into wet kisses that are slowly turning into a sloppy make out session.

The pressure against your cunt also turns into grinding, and you’re pretty sure if he doesn’t stop you’d cum in seconds as this was really arousing to you. The pressure increases against your covered entrance which makes you hold your breath and pull back from the kiss, your head falling back against the bed.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and kisses your ear, grazing his teeth against the shell as he whispers. “I’m going to fuck you senseless Y/N, you’ve never been fucked like this believe me.”

The man knows the piece you’re wearing like the back of his hand, he knows where exactly to unbutton it and pull it off of your body, this time he’s not teasing or going slow, he’s going all in and sliding it off of your body, leaving you wearing the stockings and the suspenders that are holding them up. A satisfied smug smirk sits on his face when his eyes burn through your entire body, wondering where to start? He cannot wait to put his mouth on you.

He carries you up using one hand and throws you to sit in the middle of the bed, you gasp when you feel something cold underneath your butt and you look there to find the pair of handcuffs that he had prepared. Your stomach drops when you see that not only he had the handcuffs prepared, there was a belt and a blindfold. You saw girls wearing something similar to it in the videos he showed you. “Taehyung no.”

“Baby I wasn’t asking.” The same smirk getting bigger, he does try a little hard to persuade you into it. “It will feel ten times better trust me.”

“I can’t put those on.” You argue back which makes him laugh. “Come on Y/N, we’ll have a safe word if you want me to stop, okay?”

“A safe word?” You scoff. “I’ll tell you to stop and that’s it.” And he takes that as a yes, he doesn’t waste a second as he grabs the blindfold and wraps it around your head, tightening it a little and asking. “All good?”

“Mhm.” You hum, your body tenses the moment your eyes get covered and you get anxious when you don’t know what he’s doing or the mere idea of when or where he’s going to touch you next. “I’m right here.” He grazes the side of your shoulder with what feels like the back of his hand as if he knew that you’re worried. “Give me your hands.”

It takes you seconds to put both your palms up towards him, he puts the handcuffs around your wrists and tightens them enough for you to not be able to rotate them enough. “Fuck.” You mumble when you realize you can’t see nor touch anything around you, and honestly you would easily panic but you had no idea what went through you, you were never into kinky stuff but apparently you’re willing to do it now.

“Fuck!” You gasp again when you’re suddenly pulled so your back fully lands on the bed, your breath hitches and your chest rises faster when you feel your legs being spread open. Holy fuck you can’t see anything, you can feel his hands on the back of your thighs and you can feel his hot breaths getting closer to your inner thighs too, but you can’t see his face and you probably won’t be able to see him savoring you.

You feel the wetness and the warmth of his mouth when he licks a long trail from your entrance to your clit, then moving lower to the inner of your thigh, kissing and sucking on your skin until the color changes into a dark shade of red. “Shit.” You start fighting the handcuffs and you can hear them clicking and behind that is the sound of him chuckling. “You’re doing good baby girl.”

He proceeds to wrap his mouth around your throbbing clit and flicks his tongue against it, moving his head to add more friction as he runs his hand on the back of your thigh. You taste so good on his mouth, he doesn’t waste a drop leaking out of your cunt and he licks you clean.

Your clenched jaw finally drops when he slides two fingers inside you and curling them against your spot, your legs automatically close and he forcefully spreads them back open and starts thrusting his fingers while using his thumb to rub your clit in circular motion as he kisses your inner thighs.

His eyes spot the Go-pro that’s been sitting on the nightstand and he reaches over to grab it and film your clit being fucked with his fingers up close. “Mmm, fuck.” The sounds you make are the cherry on the top to the clip he’s filming, he comes in closer to suck onto your clit and turns the camera to show it clearly.

As for you, you now know why he uses the handcuffs and the blindfolds. The element of surprise was really arousing, it felt insanely good to not know where you’re about to be touch, you had no idea what’s coming up next when your eyes were covered, and your restricted hands basically stopped you from either touching him or touching yourself, he wants to make you feel good on his own and he didn’t need help.

Even the second you started grinding your hips against his face he used his full strength to stop you and dive into your cunt deeper than before, which made your chest heave faster, you’re so near you feel your stomach getting tighter and your pussy keeps clenching around his fingers. “I need to cum. Taehyung please, don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” He savors every seconds he gets to taste you and his eyes even shut close at how fucking tasty you are, he pulls back to spit onto your clit and dive back in, you were a drenching wet mess in seconds when you cum, your head falls back against the pillow and your sharp breaths are now louder, your legs fight the urge to shut close so they start shaking. “Holy fuck.” Even when your hands are cuffed together, you were still able to reach his hair and tug onto it tight enough to make him go insane.

It’s all caught on camera and you had no idea, Taehyung was more than satisfied on what he got so far because you look like a fucking porn star and you sound like one. He hides the camera back behind the table lamp on the night stand and climbs up to kiss you on the lips.

You wrap your legs around him and you can feel that the towel is still on him, and you’re cheeky enough to fidget the top of the towel with your fingers and slide it off which makes you earn a spank onto your ass that resonates through the walls of the hotel room. “Look at my little whore being all greedy for my cock, you wanna taste that cock that’s going to fuck you until you pass out? Hmm?” You can only hear him and he’s already breathless.

And on regular basis you would’ve fucked up his face if he called you a whore, but in bed everything is allowed, including what you hear ringing right near your ear, is it the belt you saw earlier?

“Fuck.” Your entire body is turned so you land on your face, your arms uncomfortably sit underneath you and in seconds he realizes the problem and fixes it, lifting your arms up to sit above your head. You can feel the mattress sinking when he gets out of the bed and gets onto his feet but again, you being blindfolded meant you cannot expect what’s about to happen.

Him on the other hand grabs the same Go-pro again and gets closer to your ass, spanking it with his large hand and digging his fingers into it to jiggle it. His obsession with the female body had him go insane. He moves down to your feet and films them as he’s running his hands onto them and up your calves, slowly moving up to the back of your thighs and gets closer with the camera to film your swollen pussy and perked hole from behind.

He delivers another spank to your other ass cheek this time and moves up to your back, tracing his finger up your spine to the back of your neck, moving to your hair to collect it all into his hand and lift your face up from the pillow. “Look at that beautiful face, this is where I’m gonna cum.” And he spits onto your lips before stealing a quick kiss. “I’m gonna cum inside this big mouth of yours.”

You hear the belt again which makes your stomach clench, you’re high key scared and fucking ruined at the same time, do you really want him to spank you?

“Ha! Fuck!” You yell, squeezing the pillows into your fists when he spanks you with the belt onto your ass, it’s mixed feelings really, both painful and extremely arousing. “Again, please, do it again.” And now you’re begging him to do it again?

He delivers another spank right away onto the same spot and you cannot see it, but it’s already marked onto your ass and it’s dark red. “Please Taehyung, again.” And he goes right in, this time onto your other ass cheek and it feels so fucking good, you’re startled when he helps you get onto your knees to put your ass up with your face still down onto the pillow, and this time he spanks again, hitting your cunt with the belt and making you arch your back and moan his name off of the top of your lungs.

He finally puts the Go-pro down onto the night stand and positions himself behind you, totally proud of the marks he left onto your skin. He spits onto his palm and strokes his cock before pointing the head to your entrance, slowly teasing you by trying to push it in but you were clenching repeatedly. “Relax for me, will you?”

You try and obey but you can’t, especially when he keeps rubbing against you and touching you all over your body, it’s already making you seconds away from reaching another orgasm and your stamina wasn’t that good to begin with. He tries to push into you again but you’re way too tight when you’re all clenched. He grabs you by your hair to pull you up forcefully. “Do you wanna be fucked or not?”

“Yes please.” You cry out, he pushes you back into the pillow and this time pushes inside you even when there’s resistance to begin with making you gasp and arch your back right away. Your cunt swallows him inside and you feel him stretching you with every single curve of his cock, he’s fucking you raw and you were completely okay with it because it felt insanely good.

Fuck, your body is acting up on the stretch of his head inside you, your stomach feels tight and with minimal amount of grinding against him, you cum again and relax around him. “Holy fuck did you just cum?”

He doesn’t get an answer, but you being fucked up on the bed and fighting to catch a breath is quite the answer he needed. He takes one look to your cunt and pulls back a little, you’ve already creamed on the head of his cock and drenched him. “Fuck.” He pulls his cock entirely out and slides in one finger to taste your cum, he’s cursing under his breath because this has never happened with him.

“Fucking god please.” You cry out again when he pushes back inside you, this time pushing further more of his cock , the stretch is nothing like you’ve felt before and you’re not even sure you can take him full. You’re over stimulated and you haven’t even calmed down from your previous high and he’s not planning to give you any breaks soon.

“Fuck, look at that little pussy wrapped around my cock, it feels so good to fuck you Y/N.” He grits onto his own teeth, he pulls back and pushes back in making you arch your back again, he takes up his pace and in seconds you feel yourself chasing another orgasm, and the only way you can announce that you’re about to cum is using your mouth and you’re already choking up on words, so you slam your fists against the pillow repeatedly, which makes him move inside you even faster and fuck you’re cumming again.

It feels so good but holy shit it burns, you cry out his name with your tears that are absorbed by the stupid blindfold you have on, you sob out his name repeatedly and he can feel it, especially with your cunt constantly tightening around him and driving him crazy.

Your body no longer functions and your limbs start shaking, your lower body collapses onto the bed and his cock slides out of you, your legs shut tight to ease down your sore pussy and you’re still crying. “Give me a minute.”

“Shh, you’re okay.” He gets up onto his feet and pours you a cup of water, he sits near your head and helps you sit up to take the blindfold off. You squint your eyes at the sudden exposure of the lights and lift your hand up to try and grab the cup of water but your limbs are shaking nonstop. “You’re okay, it’s okay.” He helps you take a couple sips of water before putting the cup down. “Better?”

You barely nod your head, he inches closer to kiss you on the lips and neck, moving down to your chest and kneading it into his hand. “Lay down.” And you lay your back down on the bed, he adjusts you to dangle your head on the edge of the bed and gets up onto his feet, his enormous cock sitting in his hand while he’s stroking it.

He takes a step closer to your face and brushes the head of his cock against the side of your face and lips before pointing the tip to your mouth and with no words needed you open your mouth and it hurts your jaw when you try and take him into your mouth, the size on this man is incredible and you haven’t seen anyone this big before. “Good girl, let me fuck that beautiful face of yours.” And with no hesitation he thrusts his hips against your face forcing more of his cock inside your mouth.

Your gag reflex was something you weren’t so proud of, just as the tip of his dick reaches the back of your tongue you audibly gag right away and pull your head back. “It’s okay, you can do it.”

He forces his cock inside your mouth again this time the head hitting a spot deeper inside your mouth making you gag again and panic to catch a breath. “Taehyung—“

“It’s alright, don’t move.” He grabs onto your hair and pounds right into your mouth, the head now hitting your tonsils and down your throat, you start kicking your legs onto the bed and trying hard to pull back, but he’s got a good grip of your hair and he doesn’t stop and can’t stop. It feels so good to fuck your mouth and watching you struggle to breathe is arousing him even more. “That’s it, you’re such a good girl.” He breathlessly pants and pushes in one last time and holds inside, your face is already turning red and your tears are streaming down your face. You keep coughing against his cock but he doesn’t pull out, he delivers a slap to your cheek and pulls back. Your lungs inflate with oxygen again as you’re gasping for a breath and coughing.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good.” He leans forward to kiss you on the lips before climbing back onto the bed and turning you on your hands and knees again, positioning himself behind you and rubbing the head of his swollen angry cock against your clit and entrance. “I wonder what it feels like inside your ass.”

Your body stiffens again when you know you’re still not ready, your swollen cunt was still sore and hurting, your hands are still cuffed to each other so you won’t be able to support your upper half if you cover up yourself, “Taehyung wait—“ You panic when you feel the head of his cock pointing towards your hole, rubbing against it and wetting it with his own spit, he doesn’t give you time to object as he already tries to push in inside you, the tightness is killing him and his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hole tightens around his shaft.

As for you, you could swear you feel him in your back, it fucking hurts so good. Your back arches and you don’t realize it yet, but you’ve been holding your breath the entire time. “Holy fucking shit Y/N where have you been.” He whimpers, reaching for the massage oil to squirt some onto your ass, he gets really impatient and unscrews the lid before dumping the entire bottle on your whole body and throwing the bottle away across the room. “Don’t move.” Your voice so low, tears are accumulating in your eyes again at the insanely good burn, and with every grunt you let out, your hole keeps clenching around him in a stroke like motion which makes him grab the belt and wrap it around your neck to pull you in closer.

“Fuck-“ You gasp when he wraps the belt tighter around your neck, the closeness already pushing more of his cock inside you making you scream his name and throw your head back against him. He seizes the chance and bites the shell of your ear while whispering. “I’m going to fucking ruin you Y/N, no one will make you cum the way I can.”

You’re totally fucked you can’t form a sentence, only whimpers and grunts escaping your lips along with sharp breaths, your hard nipples grab his attention and he doesn’t think again before delivering a slap to your tits making you sob out his name, you’re fighting against the cuffs again when you feel them getting on your nerves, you have to use your hands, you need to pull onto something or touch him, your nails are already digging into the inside of your palm hard enough that you’re bleeding making it burn when it mixes with sweat.

You completely lose it when the purple device enters your vagina still turned off, you look at him over your shoulders in utter disbelief, you’re already over stimulated enough without the stupid vibrator. “Taehyung please—“ At this point you’re begging for him to stop, but he doesn’t. He presses onto the stupid golden button twice, knowing exactly what pattern to choose to drive you both insane, “Please, please..” Your eyes meets his, he’s more than satisfied when he looks at your face, all glowing and flushed red, tears are already messing your makeup and your lipstick is smudged. “Cum for me.”

It’s physically impossible for you to cum right now, but he insists on making you cum for the fourth or fifth time tonight, so he pushes the rest of his cock into your ass and starts jerking his hips up against yours, the sounds of your skin meeting fills the room, his thighs and hips meeting your ass cheeks and slapping them with each thrust, and before you know it you feel your orgasm approaching which makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Don’t stop.” You want to reach your end now and you find yourself grinding your hips against his, he pushes you down to land back on your cuffed hands. “Fuck yourself, come on.” He delivers a spank to your ass, finally halting his thrusts, and it takes you a moment to gather some strength and start pounding against him.

Holy fuck this is like a dream coming true to him, he even laughs and keeps spanking onto your ass. “That’s it, keep going.” He throws his head back and clicks again to change the pattern on the vibrator, this pattern is strong enough even when it’s inside your pussy, he could feel it through your walls and it sends vibrations through to his dick. “Keep going.” He grabs the belt and spanks your ass again making you jump in your place and tug onto the bed sheets, crying even louder when you feel yourself seconds away from letting go, the overwhelming pleasure controls your body and you can no longer move against him, you collapse on the bed and fight against the cuffs again.

He loses his patience and holds your hips into his hand to stay inside you as he leaves the bed to get into his feet, he uses both his hands to spread your ass cheeks apart before pounding into it again, this time furiously and not stopping whatsoever, your walls clench around the vibrator once more and you push onto your own core when you finally release your orgasm, your squirt gushing against his cock and thighs making him call out your name. “There you go, good fucking girl.” He rubs your clit and keeps fucking you through your orgasm. “Fucking god, please Taehyung, please..” You gasp for a breath and your walls clenching pushes the vibrator out of you, finally.

He couldn’t fight the impulsive thought of pulling out of you and going down on you, licking every single drop that fell out of your cunt down your thighs, savoring every drop that sits onto his tongue and swallowing it, before sitting back up and pushing back into your ass making you whimper when you feel yourself stuffed to the brim. And he pounds right back into you until you feel his breath quickening and his grip tightening on both your ass cheeks. “Come here.” He pulls out and grabs you by your wrist to get down on your knees to the floor, he grabs the keys from the nightstand and finally takes the cuffs off of your wrists. “Hold your tits out for me and open your mouth.” And your fucked up and fogged brain can’t process anything he said until he man handles you and forcefully makes you obey what he said, sticking his fingers down your throat while he gives his cock the last couple strokes.

You throw your head back and fight the urge to close your eyes when you’re gagging just to look at him and watch him cum right before your eyes, he shoots the first white ribbon onto your face and his balls keep clenching while he’s shooting out the rest of his cum, some end up falling on your chest and the rest goes down your mouth and throat.

And it tastes fucking horrendous.

He looks down at you with his hair all frizzy and all over his face, with sweat dripping down his forehead and even the tip of nose, down to his neck and chest. “Swallow.”

And with his cum still in your mouth you shake your head, you need to spit it out quickly because you can’t handle the taste. People must be lying when they mentioned that it tasted good but that’s total bullshit. “I said swallow.”

You’re about to reject again but he forces your mouth shut and covers it with his hand. “Swallow Y/N.”

And you were forced to swallow even when you’re clearly gagging in front of him. “Good girl.” He grabs his towel from earlier and pats his face dry. “You can go back to your place.” And just like that he enters the bathroom and you hear his shower water running leaving you on his bedroom floor.

You crawl around the room looking for your bathrobe and struggle to put it on, before gathering enough strength to get up onto your feet and leave the room, luckily it’s still late so you won’t be seen around the hotel, and just when the elevator door closes you could swear you heard Hoseok shout. “Hold it.” From a distance, but of course you wouldn’t let him see you like this.

You click the key card to your hotel room and close the door shut behind you, rushing to the toilet and throwing up what you swallowed earlier. You were pretty sure it wasn’t staying in there.

You had to get room services twice so they can keep you nourished with soup and warm liquids, and 3 tabs of painkillers and couple hot showers away, you were able to go to work today but you had to walk slowly and get up slowly.

“Good morning.” Taehyung and Jungkook walk into the room with wide smiles on their face, Taehyung putting his phone back into his pocket before throwing his top off and taking his seat onto your station.

“Good morning.” The girls on the station next to you answer them both and you just get to work, nothing personal really, but your tonsils were killing you from what happened the night before.

“Good morning.” Taehyung repeats, looking at your reflection in the mirror and curving his lips up into a little smile, you mirror his smile and nod your head. “Morning.”

“She’s not feeling well today.” Your friend Leah elaborates while she’s working on Jungkook’s face. “Oh no what happened?” Jungkook snaps his head towards you, Taehyung of course knows why so he doesn’t ask.

“The weather got her and she’s having a sore throat.” She adjusts Jungkook’s face and proceeds to work, “I’m alright, she’s just exaggerating.” You force a smile and start dabbing some primer onto Taehyung’s face, while you’re too focused on your job he clears his throat and whispers. “You alright?”

“Mhm.” A simple answer that was more than enough. “If you need anything I’ll be glad to help.” He glances at your face, at this point he’s just feigning this caring personality just to get you to do it again with him when you two are back home. He regrets his promise that this is going to be only one time.

“And by the way, you forgot your uhm.. device, in my room last night.”

“Goodness, please keep it.” You argue right away before laughing. “I don’t think I need it anymore, and I don’t think carrying it around in my suitcase back to Seoul is a brilliant idea.”

He chuckles and leans his head back, “What do you think about last night?” And you nudge him when you feel Jungkook’s eyes on you, he absolutely heard him and now the two of them are waiting for your answer.

“The flight? It was exhausting.” You laugh awkwardly, clearing your throat and turning away to grab the rest of the makeup brushes.

But what you don’t see, is Taehyung smirking at Jungkook and winking him, making the younger nod and give him a thumbs up while mouthing him. “Good choice.”

Last night right after he was done with his shower, he looked around the room knowing it’s empty since he heard the door locking when he went in earlier. He takes a spin around the room to turn off all the Go-pros and collect them along with his Nikon camera, he calls room service and they’re up in seconds to clean around the room like it was never touched, of course making sure to hide suspicious things before any of the staff enters.

He takes a seat around the little coffee table near the window and turns on his iPad to download the videos of the several different angles he filmed. And of course this isn’t his first time doing it, a quick touch to the movie maker with his apple pencil before he edits the clips, cuts some and mixes some, to produce your own sex tape.

He clicks his tongue at his own dick that’s sitting in his boxers when it low key twitches at the sight of the movie, he can easily cum again if he wanted to, but now is not the time. The tape is around 38 minutes even after cutting some clips, and holy fuck he could watch it again and again.

And on their way to the stadium this morning, him and Jungkook started sharing their experience the night before, Jungkook mentioned something about sleeping with two locals from London, and Taehyung of course had to share his own experience and explicitly mentions you.

“So did you get it on tape?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Of course I did, I have it on my phone you wanna check it out?”

“I don’t mind.” It was 10 in the morning but the younger didn’t mind watching a sex tape in a car that had staff in it, Taehyung unlocks his phone and dims the brightness before handing it to Jungkook along with one of the airpods.

Jungkook hasn’t seen anything as animalistic as this, of course he did see other tapes before that are made by Taehyung too, but you weren’t like any of them. The sounds you made, your body, your crying and your whimpers. “She can squirt?” Jungkook’s doe eyes pierce through the phone.

“Hey, I made her squirt.” Taehyung of course takes credit for that. He lost count of the women he slept with, but none of them squirted, none of them gave Taehyung a boost of ego like you did. “How many times did she cum?”

“I don’t know, probably four, five? I lost count.” Taehyung carelessly shrugs. “It was insane.”

“That’s incredible.” Jungkook skips the video for his own sake, totally not the time to have an erection and it’s still too early in the morning. “Do you think I can get her to do anything with me?”

“She gets weird about me telling anyone about it, but I don’t know you can try.” Taehyung grabs his phone from Jungkook and locks it.

And as they both got into the stadium and Jungkook sets his eyes on you, he looks at you differently now, wishing he would spend a night with you and secretly thinking about offering you money to do it.

“Good choice.” He mouths Taehyung and throws his head back to finish his makeup.

The moment Jungkook looks at you, Taehyung asks you again. “But no really, what do you think about last night?”

You take one last glance at Jungkook who’s attention is finally averted off of you before you answer. “Not bad.” Taehyung knows you’re teasing, so he laughs and nods. “I’m glad you think so. But you clearly have a limb from all the pounding, and your throat is clearly swollen from all the face fucking.”

“Shh.” You hit his shoulder. “Someone could actually hear us.”

“Alright. But hey, you have to have your device back, I’ll carry it in my luggage if you want to and I’ll hand it back to you when we’re home.” And you totally don’t mind, as long as you avoid any possible chances of embarrassment in public.

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