#Taehyung reader insert

[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter one

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"You're in denial, you could just say you didn't want me anymore. But you prefer to pretend that..." You throw his favorite book out the window like it means nothing. 'Cause now it doesn't mean.

"You can't blame me, our romance should have ended a long time ago. But you and I..." Yoongi seems almost too serious saying this. Do you mean nothing to him?

"You and me what?" You respond from the balcony of your apartment. Luckily your neighbors aren't too curious to know why you're yelling at your ex-lover.

"You know I can't shout that here, some fans might be here." Poor little thing, at that moment you wonder where the brave man is who asked you to embark on this relationship even though you knew your worlds would never be the same.

"I thought the whole point of paying a lot of money to live in an apartment far from the big city and known for its discretion would be being able to yell at you at two in the morning." You don't care if he thinks he's going to leave you without anything more or less, and that you're going to come out of this situation smiling, he should have found someone else to have sex with.

"If you would let me come up, we could talk like adults." He speaks subtly with an impressive poker face. If he stops being a musician, perhaps he could try a career as an actor or a gambler.

"Like adults? I'll be waiting for the other adult to arrive." You say throwing some clothes that are in your apartment that belong to him.

"Like you're being mature about all this. Damn!" One of his belongings ends up breaking near his feet. In fright he lets out several swear words, you luckily end up laughing.

"You break up with me over the phone and I have to be mature. I gave up part of my freedom to be yours. And look what I get in return." Anger took over you initially but now all you can do is try to keep from crying.

"Y/N. Let me in, so we can talk. I can see you almost crying from here." You smile lightly as you feel tears fall down your cheek. What a humiliation.

"If you cared about me you would have had the decency to say that you wanted to finish it the last time you were here." His cowardice can only be explained by his fear of having to do this in person.

"I couldn't. I didn't..." That was exactly what was left of the two of you. An awkward silence and resentment.

"Do you know how frustrating it is not being able to curse your name or tell someone you broke my heart?" You say that sobbing. What a tragedy it is that has made you sentimental now.

"Just because we don't work anymore doesn't mean I don't love you." You look at him and for a moment you feel more sorry for him than for yourself.

"If this is how you love someone. I'm sorry to inform you that you don't know love." Ironically it makes you smile. Maybe this is all his fault, not yours.

"Love..." It's very painful to see the man you've been involved with for the last year, call you that and not be able to respond.

"I'll send the rest of your things to the company. Don't worry, I won't expose you any more than I already have. Now get out of here, you and your fake love." Using one of his songs as the grand finale was a majestic act. Crying yourself to sleep, unfortunately, is not so majestic.

Two Months Later...

"You were the only person I thought would understand my situation. Try not to judge me but I need an opinion." You say looking Namjoon in the eyes. You got really close to him during your secret relationship with Yoongi.

"Is it too big a secret?" He asks entering his new home. A home where you swore you would start over.

"You tell me..." You say, opening your coat and revealing your stomach.

"Did you call me here because you gained weight after the breakup or do you have worms?" Namjoon asks and you smile nervously. Until you shake your head denying.

"Let's say the weight gain is due to something prior to the breakup..." You try not to say the word. Maybe the situation will go away if you don't name it.

"You are pregnant?" He named his current situation. Now it means it's really happening.

"Surprise!" You say trying to liven up the situation but you know you're fucked. Namjoon seems really surprised. As soon as he assimilates the information, he hugs you. You knew you could lean on the friendship you two have.

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[k-nayee]

Sex Positions ot7

wc: 3.3k

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NAMJOON | The Love-Seat position

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 not much being said when it's already known that Namjoon is both a sweetheart AND a complete Daddy.

Some days he'd fuck the soul out of you like a one-night stand while on others, he makes sweet passionate love as if it's your first time.

Despite the major difference, it's often a mixture of the two; hence why this position is the most favored.

And today seemed like a perfect reason for it the moment he saw you walk through that front door.

Now if it had been any other day, you would have given him a hard time. But with the exhaustion from work and one look at his irresistible dimpled smile, your usual brattiness crumbled.

Within minutes, both of you stripped out of your clothes to indulge in one another.

You shudder at the way his arms wrapped around your waist, your bodies moving at a slow rhythmic pace as if following the beats to a song.

Had it not been for such a strong restraint, Namjoon would have already cummed from the sinful moans and whines that fell from your bruised lips when begging for him to move faster.

It's safe to say that he loves to tease you until your a withering mess.

But what Namjoon loves even more is the sound of your breath hitching in shock at the sudden brutal pace of pistoning in and out of you.

"What was that ____? I couldn't hear. You mind repeating that one more time?"

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SEOKJIN | The Up-the-wall position

It's always assumed that since Jin held the view of being one of the most average in the group, his go-to is vanilla sex.

HELL TO THE NAW.

Second to Taehyung, he's the most off-the-chart ass nigga you've ever met in your entire life.

It doesn't even take much for him to want to fuck you into oblivion.

The second he saw you enter the room, he knew he'd be inside you by the end of the night.

It wasn't much of a shock of how barely an hour had passed before he's finally had enough.

Dragging you into the next room over it's unknown to the other members that you're pushed up against the wall, mouth dropped open in silent gasps as he thrusts up into you.

Eyes crinkling in amusement at the sight of you biting your lips to keep in moans, Jin teasingly kisses you on the nose.

A low groan leaves his throat at the way your hands tightly grip his hair for stability, his plump lips trail down your neck only to leave hues of dark blues and purples in its wake.

You nearly start to cry in desperation once his hands grab one of your legs and lift it higher causing him to go in even deeper than before.

"Shh, Jagiya, we wouldn't want the others to hear you. That's if...you don't mind giving them a free show?"

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HOSEOK | The Doggy Style Position...IN THE PRACTICE ROOM

What started as a possibility after you drunkenly confessed this lewd fantasy became a normal occurrence.

Hoseok was one for trying out new things with you, so what made this any different?

It was late at night when both of you separated from the others in their night out and somehow ended up in one of Hybe's practice rooms.

Hoseok, being the sneak he was, had the whole plan set out: from the scented candles creating a dim lighting to the low timbre music.

You gasped in shock at the romantic setting laid out in front of you before showering the idol with words of love and kisses.

But that gasp of shock later quickly turned into breathless gasps of pleasure as you looked at the mirror.

It was almost too much to watch the way Hoseok's hands gripped your hips as he pounded into you a way that only a dancer could.

Head falling, you squeak at the sudden grip of his hand around your neck, forcing you to look up and meet his dark feral gaze in the reflective glass.

He takes in your fucked out appearance with a lopsided smirk, knowing it's gonna be a long while before he finishes with you.

"Nah, don't close those eyes babygirl, you wanted this. So keep your head up and watch every second of it."

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YOONGI | The Cowgirl Position

When Yoongi finally comes home, he's barely able to stand from the many hours of dance practice and producing.

With the Sun not even making its appearance yet, it was much of a surprise to find you still awake in the early morning.

No words are said when he slides under the cover and pulls you close to cuddle.

It wasn't long before the urge to be even closer caused the action of small kisses, and it definitely didn't take that long for it to end up with Yoongi observing the slow pace of your rocking hips with lidded eyes.

Soft sighs and groans fill the room as you place your hands on his chest, the stark contrast of your darker skin against his pale one causes his heart to skip a beat.

The both of you were teetering to the brink of sleep, but not enough to where you wanted to stop. Lazy sex at its finest if I do say so myself.

"You look so beautiful above me. If staying up all day and tiring myself out means I get to be inside you like this, I'll do it forever."

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JIMIN | The Face-Off Position

Jimin has known from the start of dating that you've always had an adoration for his thighs.

But there's another reason as to why he would want to have you riding him that way.

And from one Libra to another, that reason is praise and attention.

Getting the opportunity to see a close-up view of all of the facial expressions and cries of pleasure you do from his dickmatizing thrusts is what Jimin LIVES for.

It's what boosts his confidence to do the risky things you've always dreamed of doing such as leaving the bedroom door open for an unsuspecting band member to pass by or having all the curtains and windows wide open for the world to see.

He loves to hear your cries for more, welcoming the blunt sting of your nails digging into his shoulders as your eyes close with bliss.

But the one thing Jimin loves most is when he's able to witness the moment where he hits that one spot and nearly causes your soul to leave your body.

"How good is this dick doing you [Nickname]? Should I go even deeper than before?"

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TAEHYUNG | The Spooning Position

As the morning sun shines into the room, there you both are: naked as the day you were born with only a thin sheet for coverage.

His love-filled eyes take in the way your skin glows in the light until he couldn't hold off any longer.

With one arm laying under your head for support and the other wrapped around your waist, he gently enters you with a sigh of content.

Had it not been for the intense rocking of your hips, it would just seem to be him holding you in a close embrace.

He nuzzles into your neck, shivers run down your spine at the sound of his deep voice cooing encouraging words of you to cum once more after the first two.

Taehyung adores to have sex with you this way and tries to do it any chance he can.

Both the chance of cuddling and making love to the one that holds his heart at the same time? That's a hell yes.

"You're taking me in so well Jagiya. Just cum for me one more time and we'll stop okay?"

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JUNGKOOK | The 69 Position

With both of you having a reputation of being good at almost any and everything, the tendency to show off was a daily occurrence.

It's what caused a very irritated Yoongi to kick you out of the apartment with an 'always gotta one-up the other. How about doing all of us a favor and fuck off somewhere else?' weighing heavily in your minds.

Observing your pouting face with a smirk, Jungkook slyly reveals that even if you were good at certain things he would still be better at lasting longer.

Despite snorting at the maknae's words in disbelief, your competitive side refused to back down at the blatant challenge.

Pulling him all the way to your home you immediately got to work. I mean how could you not?

The bet of one's pride lays on the line.

Nothing seemed to matter other than trying to get the other to crumble.

Yet, even so, it seemed to become a more difficult task as sweat begins to build upon your now sensitive bodies.

Large calloused hands grip your thighs in the determination of making you cum first.

While a cocky smirk appears on his face at the sound of your struggle to keep in the moans, his heart swells with pride for being the reason behind them.

"Are you sure you're not going to break yet? I can feel you tightening around my tongue ____."

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[angelsyd]

Lurker | jjk

masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college student!reader x stalker!jungkook, dark, angst, bsf!jungkook x reader, light smut, slight Taehyung x reader,

summary: jungkook has been your best friend since your first year of college. Things begin to turn weird when you start to feel eyes behind your back whenever he's not around.

word count: 3k

warnings: stalking, mature themes, blood, manipulation, cursing, death, knifes, entitlement,

notes: it's here! it's my first time writing something like this, so i hope you guys enjoy <3

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You're sitting on your couch attempting to study for an upcoming math exam when you get a call from your best friend, Jeon Jungkook. You both met in your freshman year of college because you happened to sit next to him during class and he joined you for lunch in the dining hall.  Ever since then, you've been inseparable. 

“Hey, are you busy?” Jungkook chirped through the phone. 

“Unfortunately” you huffed. “I have this stupid algebra test next week that I need to study for”

“Just wing it like I always do, it works for me” he chuckled at your misery. 

“Unlike you Jeon, I actually need good grades” you match his playful condescending tone. 

You heard the creak of his bed as he got up. “Well, whatever, I'm coming over,” he announced, then hung up the call.   

Even though you were supposed to be doing your schoolwork, you couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was coming over to see you. You could use some time away from your computer and useless assignments. You lift yourself off the couch into the kitchen to go grab some snacks for when he gets here.

You and Jungkook are lying on the couch with your legs over his lap. You trace your forefinger over the outline of his tattoos while you watch the second season of The Summer I Turned Pretty. 

“Seriously, who the fuck names their kid Belly?”

You smack him over the head with a pillow. “It's short for Isabel!” 

“Then just call her that!” he laughed. 

You guys begin to settle down and continue watching when your phone buzzes from your back pocket. You reach down and open a text from Tae, the guy you met on campus a couple weeks ago. He was a really attractive guy, almost majestic looking, with curled brown locks that contrasted Jungkook's sleek raven mane. 

Tae messaged you asking if you were free this Friday because he wanted to take you to a new kbbq restaurant down the street. As you start typing a reply, you see Jungkook take notice and lean towards the screen.

He reads the message and quirks up a questioning eyebrow. “Who's that?” 

You can sense a strong worry sensation coming off from him. He's always been pretty protective of you and around guys who show interest. But you think it's due to him seeing you as the little sister he's never had. And it warmed your heart to think that he felt that way.

“Oh him? We met weeks ago and we started talking pretty soon after that” You smiled thinking about it. 

“Cool” Jungkook replied dryly. He turned back toward the tv with a blank expression plastered on his face. 

You wanted to console and reassure him that Taehyung was a really sweet guy who treats you like a princess, even though we're not even officially dating yet. But you decide otherwise and continue watching Belly fuck up for the millionth time. 

Midnight comes and it's time for Jungkook to return home. His mood seemed to get progressively better as the night went on and he started talking to you like normal again.

“I wish I could spend the night, but I got class in the morning” He frowns standing in the doorway.

“Don't worry about it Jeon, get some sleep” you say, patting his cheek in a caring jest.

You both bid your goodnights and you began cleaning up the mess of blankets and cushions on the couch. You pick up all the stray popcorn that landed on the couch during your fits of laughter and tickle fights initiated by Jungkook. You made your way over to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes, attempting to scrub the butter off the clear bowl. 

clink

The quietness of your apartment made the sound seem ten times louder. You turn around from the sink and peer around the room. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary so you return to cleaning, wiping down the countertops. 

clink clink

You turned your head sharply towards the noise again. It was coming from the screen door. You silently cursed yourself for deciding to live on the first floor. As you continued staring at the door, for some unknown reason you felt a big wave of fear come over your body, as if you were being watched. 

You didn't know why you felt this way, It could just be a street cat looking for food. You didn't see a cat anywhere. Before you could hear another strange noise, you bolt for your bedroom and lock the door behind you. You stood there against the door, your chest heaving.

You pull out your phone and start frantically texting Jungkook.

‘Are you still here? There's someone at my door and I'm freaking out’

‘hello? please answer’

‘jungkook?’

Delivered. It's been an hour of you confined in the closet of your room and he still hasn't replied to your message. He couldn't have walked home and fell asleep that fast. You haven't heard any other weird sounds since earlier, so you decided to stop being a baby and emerge from the closet. 

It was already extremely late so you took a shower and then lay on your bed after you made sure the windows were locked. 

The next morning, you're walking home from your last class of the day on a Facetime call with Jungkook. He always makes sure to keep an eye on you whenever you're walking alone. 

“Hey did you get my text last night?” you questioned him. You saw that he read your text when you woke up but he never replied, he just brushed over it and sent his usual good morning text.

“Oh” He hesitated a little bit “I meant to ask you about it but I forgot”

“You could've just been hearing things you know, you were just tired,” Jungkook added.

You sighed into the phone thinking about the events last night. Maybe he was right, you might have just been tired and imagined a bump in the dark to be a bigger deal than it really was. A small part of you still felt afraid of someone trying to break in at night. It's especially scary considering you live alone.

“You're probably right” you bit your lip in thought “do you think you could stay with me tonight? Just to be safe?” 

“Ye-yeah of course” You could practically see his eyes light up through the phone. You hung up the call as soon as you reached your apartment. 

Later that night, you and Jungkook are sitting at the kitchen counter working on homework. He's hyper-focused on his computer screen, trying to finish his assignment before the midnight deadline. 

You take advantage of the fact that he's not paying attention to admire him. His sleeves are rolled up, exposing the muscle tone of his forearms. A round pair of glasses sat on the tip of his nose, making his usual strong appearance seem more soft. 

He was a very good-looking man, the kind of bad boy type that everyone is drawn to at least once in their life. Everyone else you knew anticipated you two would eventually end up together. You couldn't deny ever having slight feelings for the boy, it has crossed your mind a few times.

“Finally“ Jungkook taps the enter key loudly and slides his hands down his face.

You laughed at his gesture and closed both of your computers, sliding them further down the counter.  He sat back relaxing his body in the chair. 

“Can I use your bathroom? I've been holding it in this whole time” He asks with some humor in the last sentence. 

“You know you don't need to ask” You giggle at his question. 

“Hey I'm being polite” He lifts his arms up in defense and walks out of the kitchen, making his way to the washroom.  

You pull out your phone and text Tae. He confirms that he’ll be at your place by six tomorrow afternoon to pick you up. You squirm around in excitement. It was nice to be able to go out with someone after what felt like decades of being single. 

Your fingers type away in a playful conversation with your upcoming date. The thin hairs on the nape of your neck begin to stick up. A sensation you remember all too well. 

 You held a tight grip around the phone. As if it were the stuffed animal you held as a child, protecting you from the dark. You didn't want to turn around and face who, or what could be behind you. 

As you frantically peer around the room, you notice that the hanging mirror in the living room is visible from where you're sitting. You squint in its direction to get a better look at the door less than a foot away from your back. 

For a second you see nothing but darkness. Then a hasty hand places itself against the glass, slowly sliding down. Your whole body shivers with fear at the sight. You let out a horrified scream and ran out of your seat and into the living room. 

You whip your head back towards the screen door, but the person was gone. You stood there breathing heavily, your hair was sticking to your cheekbones from the cold sweat. Once you stood long enough to ensure they weren't coming back, you rushed towards the bathroom door. 

Before you made it, Jungkook was already halfway down the hall. 

“We need to call the police!!” you grab both his arms in a death grip “It happened again!” 

“What do you mean? What happened?” he asked with the most puzzled look on his face. You paused at his reaction. How did he not hear?

“Jungkook, the weird noises? They're back, i-i saw hand and everything” You try to remind him. You searched his eyes trying to look for some fear or an ounce of belief in you. He placed both of his palms cupping your cheeks. His touch felt cold, it made you flinch a little. 

“y/n listen, I didn't see or hear anything” he spoke. “I think you're just imagining things” He was speaking to you as if you were a child. You knew what you saw, but his calm demeanor threatened to make you second guess. 

“Come here let me prove it to you” He led you by your hand through the kitchen and up to the window. He unlocked the door and slid it open. You stood there biting your lower lip nervously. He walked out and looked around. ‘Nothing’ he mouthed to you. 

He gestured for you to follow him outside. You hesitated at first, but then you decided not to make a fool of yourself anymore and stepped out. 

“That wasn't so bad huh?” Jungkook smiled lovingly at you. You tried to match his smile, but you were still a bit nervous on the inside. 

“Wait look” he points ahead in the dark. You turn your head quickly, searching for a figure in the darkness. You felt a pair of strong hands slither their way up your back and to your shoulders.

“BOO” Jungkook yelled in your ear. You scream and stumble onto the floor, hurting your ass. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you yell at him. He’s bent over laughing uncontrollably, tears in his eyes. After a minute he walks over to you and offers his hand. You take it and he pulls you up to him. 

“I'm sorry I had to” he chuckles with a little guilt mixed in. You huff and walk back into the apartment, leaving him behind. 

The dress you wore hugged your body beautifully, the satin fabric wrapped around your curves in a sexy but classy way. You didn't want to reveal too much so soon. You thought you looked gorgeous, and you assumed Tae did too by the way he kept glancing at you in the passenger seat. 

When you arrived, he got out of his seat and opened your door like a gentleman. You could tell he was trying to make a good impression. You both walked side by side into the restaurant. it was a lot fancier than you imagined, you were glad because you looked extremely polished up. 

The waiter sat you guys at a small table in the corner. Tae ordered a round of drinks for both of you, and you appreciated the dominant move. 

“I'm glad you came” Tae smiled at you “you look amazing.” His comment made you blush and look down. You returned the compliment and you two made small talk for the next hour. 

You felt your phone buzz next to you. You didn't want to be rude so you looked up at Tae, he nodded in approval and took a sip of his drink. It was a message from Jungkook. You texted him your location earlier to be safe, ‘just in case your date was a cold-blooded murder’ as he put it. So he was probably just checking up on you.

He asked if you were leaving soon and you replied that you were leaving soon and that Tae is staying over at your place for a while. Jungkook read the message quickly but he didn't respond. A little later, Tae paid the bill and drove you back to your place. 

Both of you were sprawled out on the couch in a heated makeout session. You didn't know what started it, maybe it was the three margaritas, or maybe it was the low-lidded look on his face. But right now you didn't care about that. 

Tae's hands glided over your body, leaving nothing untouched. You sucked in a sharp breath every time he inched closer to your heat, you were desperate for him to touch you there but he only teased you. He smirked at your breathless whimpers and kept kissing you.

“We should move to the bed” You whispered in his ear. He nodded and lifted you up by your thighs, you let out a surprised squeal that only seemed to turn him on more. He placed you gently on the bed and started lifting up your dress.

You help him and lift it up slowly, teasing him like he did to you. You throw the dress across the room leaving you in your matching set. Maybe you lied about not wanting to reveal much, you didn't wear your best lingerie for nothing. 

Tae climbed onto the bed, he placed kisses trailing from your covered heat to your breast until he was hovering straight over you. He placed wet kisses on your neck and collarbone. You peered around the room, your vision blurring in pleasure. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a shadow in the window. You shut your eyes, trying to get back into what's happening with the man above you. You couldn't help but look again, and what you saw made you jump. 

A man with a hammer smashed into the window, glass shards flying everywhere. You scream at the site, crawling backward on the bed. Tae gasped sharply and looked around the room frantically for a weapon. He settled for the lamp on your nightstand and stood up. 

The man swiftly jumped through the window, landing on the glass. The moonlight shined on his face, revealing his identity. 

Jungkook.

Your breath hitched. Tears streamed down your eyes. You screamed his name but he didn't acknowledge you, he was looking at Tae.

In one swift motion, Jungkook lunges at him. They both fell to the floor in a mess of throwing fists. The awful sounds of hands meeting bone fill your ears. You quickly come to your senses and search for your phone in the bedsheets. 

You press the emergency service button and wait with shaky palms for someone to pick up. You didn't see Jungkook make his way over and snatch the phone, throwing it across the room. 

He yanked you by the hair, dragging you to the floor. The pain in your scalp inhibited you from hearing what he was saying, all you heard was a loud scream. He dropped you and held the back of his leg. Blood was gushing all over the floor. 

You turned and saw Tae on the floor, glass shard in hand. His face was swollen and red from Jungkook's punches earlier. You wanted to reach out and comfort him, but you thought better than it.

Jungkook turned towards the man on the ground, eyes beaming with anger. He searches the ground and picks up the hammer, bludgeoning Tae with it. 

“STOP!” You scream. You choked on your sobs, barely able to breathe. 

You pull your knees to your chest and cover your eyes with your arms, trying to drown out Tae’s pleas for mercy. You sat in that position for what felt like an eternity until the noises stopped.  A moment later you felt familiar arms wrap around your body. 

“Shhh it's okay” He whispered in your ear “I'm here with you.” 

The calmness of his voice disturbed you. How could he do this? The man you knew for the past year is no longer here, instead, it was a monster. A cold-blooded killer. 

He lifted your chin to face him. You felt warm liquid smear from his fingers and onto your skin, it sent shivers down your spine. Jungkook gazed at you with the loving look from before. He leaned down and placed a firm kiss on your lips. 

“I've always loved you, since the beginning” He spoke against your lips “I'm the one who deserves you."

You hesitated a moment before playing along. 

“I love you too, Jungkook”  

You reached behind and grabbed a large glass shard. When you secure the weapon firmly in your palm, you lift it up in a swift motion and spear Jungkook in the chest. 

He gasps and claws at the piece stuck in his torso. You shove him flat to the ground and rush towards Tae's body. 

You hold his limp figure in your arms, more tears streaming down your cheeks. You thought back to all the weird events from before. It was him this whole time. The shadows in the dark, the feeling of being watched. It was all Jungkook. 

You held Tae tighter, whispering apologies he'll never hear. You stayed like that until the sound of police sirens filled your ears. 

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[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

His Flower | KTH

Pairing: Yandere! Vampire! Taehyung x Fem! Reader

Summary: You thought you had met your soulmate in the most cute and cliché way you could possible could. But when Taehyung revealed his true identity to you, he did something you couldn't forgive him for. But that didn't stop him from making you stay with him forever.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hello, everyone! I really hope you will like this small and dark drabble. I'll be posting more content soon, promise! Let me know what you thought of this in the comments, please!

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Warnings: yandere! taehyung, angst, manipulation, possessiveness, kidnapping, marking (?), blood, biting (obviously), forced stay, fear, more angst, let me know if I missed anything!

*I do not condone the activities done in this fic to be done in real life nor do I think any of the members would ever do something like this. This is a work of fiction and does not, at any point, have to do with any person in real life, this is just for fun.

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Your gaze was locked on the little snowflakes that fell from the dark sky. Your arms were wrapped around yourself, trying to keep the cold away as your eyes were lost in the distance, mind already gone back with memories of your past.

A shiver travelled down your spine when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway. You knew it couldn't be good. You hadn't felt at ease with him in the same room as you since you arrived at this place.

His home.

"Flower, you've been here all day. Join me for dinner."

You knew he was standing close to the entrance way as his voice didn't sound as close as you expected it to be. You didn't turn around, not wanting to have this conversation, not wanting to speak with him. The man who had selfishly taken you for his own pleasures. The man who kept you trapped, chained to him.

"I'm not hungry."

Was your answer. Voice flat and your eyes remained locked on the falling snowflakes.

At least they are free.

You heard him sigh deeply only for then for him to approach you. You felt him. Felt his gaze trained on your body, his aura surrounding your soul, his scent invading your senses. Like before, where you even brought him a nice perfume.

Don't go there.

You thought. Eyes glossy with the remnants of your memories that now seemed to be so far away from your reach. As if they happened years ago. Perhaps they were.

"You haven't eaten at all today."

"Yet I still am not hungry."

He sighed again. His red eyes running all over your features, trying to decipher your thoughts. As if that was something his kind could do.

"Don't be so stubborn, you need to eat. You live here so that I can take care of you."

Those words were the snapping cord for you. Did he really think you were doing him a favour? Did he think you were here by choice? that you were enjoying it?

"Because you took me here and won't let me go. That's why I'm living here. I never wanted this, Taehyung!"

You raised your voice with the last sentence. He was getting on your nerves. The little spark of chemistry that was going on between you both was extinguished by him when he took you. Stole you from your life.

(e/c) met red in a dancing storm of emotions as you turned to look at him. You saw his gaze changed from his sickening care to a swirling storm of anger, desperation and rage.

"I did it to protect you! To protect us! You know, (y/n), you know better than anyone that to society we are monsters. I am a monster."

Tears began gathering in your eyes. But they weren't because you were sad. They were because of your anger. Of your hate.

"That's not true. And even if it was, you didn't have to trick me like you did. You didn't have to lie to me."

Taehyung let out a dry chuckle, his red irises roaming around the large library before they returned to look at you.

"I was starting to like you, Tae. To really like you."

The nickname flew out of your lips so naturally that it almost gave him a spark of hope. His heart skipped a beat, you hadn't called him "Tae" in a long time. Not since he took you and revealed his true identity. Revealed his secret. His nature to you.

It seemed to have passed ages ago when you met for the first time in that small library where you tried to reach a book on a higher shelf and he had grabbed it for you. Placing it in your hands with a warm smile.

What happened next between the two of you was a muddy concoction of memories and emotions. Of smiles and shared experiences. Of cute dates and future places. You even got to the point of thinking that perhaps he was the one for you.

"Don't you like me anymore?"

His question brought you back from your thoughts. From your sweet memories and your naïve past self who had fallen into his trap without resistance at all.

You looked at him with a straight face. No emotion at all marked your beautiful features as you stared at him with empty eyes.

"I hate you."

Taehyung felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart. Even a stab wound would have hurt less than your words. Has he not shown you how much you mean to him? Had he not been there for you? Cared for you? Loved you enough?

"I hate you with every ounce of me."

His eyes closed, jaw clenching as the venom of your words dripped into his wounded heart.

"You don't mean that. You are just angry. You are being ungrateful, (y/n)!"

You scoffed, taking a step back. The tears in your eyes began rolling down your cheeks in utter desperation.

"Ungrateful?! I can't leave this place, Taehyung! You are forcing me to be here! You don't have the slightest idea of how much my freedom meant to me and you just took it. I don't belong to you, I don't belong to anyone. So yes, I am angry. I hate you with all my being but don't you dare call me ungrateful for something you took from me!"

You didn't leave room for any more discussions as you turned around and left the large library, going back to the room that Taehyung assigned to you in his mansion. The room you were going to have to call home sooner or later.

Taehyung watched you go. His heart twisted with the remnants of your words yet his mind was proud of himself for taking you, keeping you and protecting you. Even if you didn't see it that way.

In his perspective, you just didn't understand how he and you wouldn't be able to be together where society saw his kind in a lower level.

But he didn't ask for it. He never was given the option of becoming what he was now. How people would refer to him as a vampire. He never wanted to become a monster and even less in your eyes.

He was keeping you safe in a place where you both would be able to be together and happy.

You just couldn't see it that way.

To you, he had taken you, kidnapped you out of selfishness. You didn't care what he was. To you, the uneasiness he felt when he revealed his true persona to you was strange. You didn't care. You wouldn't have cared if he hadn't been selfish, if he had thought about how to solve it out instead of acting on impulse.

That was how you found yourself there. In his big and beautiful mansion. You became an item of decoration to him. A gem he had to preserve. A rose he had to garden. His flower.

You didn't go downstairs for dinner. Taehyung didn't see you again that evening. Now, it was dark outside. A snowstorm racked through the beautiful gardens of his mansion yet inside it was quiet. Only the cracking of the fireplace in the dining hall could be heard, where the handsome vampire sat at the end of the large table, a glass of wine in his hand.

Taehyung knew there wasn't a way he'd be able to convince you that what he did was the right thing. Your mind has been corrupted by society. Or so he thought. There was only one way you wouldn't try to escape from him, run away from his protection and love.

It was the only way to keep you safe.

To keep you with him.

"I'm doing it for you, flower."

Those whispered words got carried by the wind as he set the glass down and stood up, walking towards your bedroom as his shadow enlarged into one of the walls as he stepped further and further into the darkness of the mansion.

His steps were precise. His red eyes looked forward. His jaw clenched. The door to your room opened without a noise. Taehyung was able to walk around your bed until he stood next to your lying position on the comfortable mattress.

The moonlight illuminated his crimson irises as he watched you sleep. A primal instinct setting at the bottom of his chest. Sitting down next to you on the bed, his eyes roamed all over your figure. His large hand caresses your cheek softly as his fangs reveal themselves with his murmured words.

"You will understand why I'm doing this, flower of mine. It is the only way."

The quiet murmur of his deep voice resonated along the tall walls of your room. Taehyung looked down on your exposed neck and before he could think it twice, he bent down to you. The sweet smell of your skin invaded his senses, pupils dilating as his pulse accelerated.

He sunk his fangs in the delicate skin of your neck, the taste of your blood was even better than what he had fantasised about. He became addicted. Addicted to you.

The pain increased and you woke up. Pushing with all your strength at his shoulders as whimpers left your lips.

"Please, don't. Stop it."

But your cries of desperation fell on deaf ears. He continued to suck your blood while his own poison got into your system and travelled through your veins. You were going to become like him. An eternal being forced to live on this earth. Forever.

By his side.

In that moment, you knew you were never going to escape him. You were chained to him now in a different way. Tangled in a web of time. You became his in that exact moment. His love. His to keep.

Taehyung knew it was the only way of keeping you by his side. You would learn to love him. Learn to live the way he had for centuries. And he was willing to wait for your heart to accept him. He had lived in a dark emptiness for so long, he could endure it again with the promise of your love and devotion as the final reward.

You were his. In more ways than before. Bounded by a created fate in an eternal timeline traced with blood.

You became more to him than he had ever wished. And as the sweet taste of your blood invaded his mouth, he promised to keep you with him. To keep you safe as you were, and would always be, his precious flower to protect in an eternity tainted in crimson blood.

May 20/2023

~Masterlist

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!!   taehyung

[ event masterlist ]

dilf/dilf

pets are in love and so are they

“bet me twenty dollars.” / “no.” / bet accepted.”

!   tags: their kids are jimin (~5) and jk (~2) bc choosing baby names is hard work, model!tae & freelancer!reader, they’re married <3, mostly food-based nicknames

"cherry... hm... we have to get the kids."

you continue to pepper his face with kisses, cupping his rosy cheeks. "they can sleep in a little. i want to spend a few more minutes with my gorgeous husband."

taehyung hums, the shirt he planned to wear halfway up his arms. he smiles, the corners of his soft pink lips cutting up into his cheeks, and giggles as you press a light kiss to the tip of his nose.

"you're the gorgeous one," he replies cheekily, smoothing his hands down your bare chest. "i'm lucky to have nabbed you."

you scoff and push his face away, finally turning around to rummage in the closet for some clothes. "yeah, yeah. i'm not the actual model here. i should be saying that about you, honey."

"and yet you aren't," he says, positively glowing. "that's why i love you so much. you're good for my ego."

you glance over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow and a small quirk of the lips. "really? i can cook, drive, and do mental quick maths, and you married me not for those, but for my awful communication skills?"

"yes."

he beams. you can't help but smile in return and he giggles softly, reaching out and making grabby hands.

"come back to bed. we don't have to leave just yet – i can think of a thousand things for you to do in this room. i want to hug you, cherry."

you give his topless figure a good scrutiny. he pouts and beckons. you tear your gaze away, rifling through the closet.

"nope," you pop the 'p', "not much to do here. anyway, weren't you the one saying we should get the kids up?"

"i thought you'd appreciate it if i agreed with you." he huffs. "now you're so eager to get away... why? am i no longer your gorgeous hubby?"

"yeah, i'm over the honeymoon phase. you're actually horrific to look at."

silence greets you. then a pillow greets your face.

"jerk," taehyung grumbles, raising another in warning. he has a near-unlimited supply of them within easy reach.

still, you've never been particularly smart when it comes to kim taehyung. you grin stupidly and say, "medusa would turn to stone if she looked at you."

a barrage of pillows flies at you. you dodge the first with a triumphant smile, only to be smacked in the face with a second.

taehyung leaps out of bed with a pillow in his grip and whacks it into your head. your laughter cuts off, abruptly muffled, and taehyung's grin widens, mirth bubbling up in his chest as he beats you into submission with a snorlax.

"ow – ow, i give up! i yield, i yield!"

laughter rings out, far too loud to be anywhere near adult. but that's what you do to each other, you think as his pretty smile cuts into his cheeks and he flips his hair back like a mermaid to get it out of his eyes, fixed on you like a guided missile. your smile vanishes as he grins dangerously and you scramble off the bed, reaching for the door.

he squints, lifting an arm to aim, and nails you in the head just as you turn the corner of the hallway. he hears you thump to the ground with a groan of agony and he rolls his eyes affectionately at your theatrics, kicking off the fluffy blue bedsheets and skipping out of the bedroom.

he grins victoriously as he spies your limp body, sprawled out on your stomach. curled up across your back and shoulders is your young maine coon, who has yet to realise that she no longer fits neatly in the palms of your hands. she chirps at the sight of taehyung, large eyes blinking sweetly up at him.

"oh, no! you've been mauled! beebee, what've you done?" taehyung giggles, kneeling next to you. he tucks his bare feet under him, leaning down to meet your gaze with a twinkle in his eyes. "how you doing, cherry?"

"you killed me." your voice is pained and thick with betrayal. "i can't move any of my muscles."

"yes, that's right. you deserve this for calling me ugly and denying me my cuddles." he leans down to peck your cheek before rising to his feet. "i'm certain the kids are awake by now. i'll be sure to make extra noise in the kitchen. see you soon. try not to trip them up!"

you groan, lifting your head. pausing his yapping circles around taehyung's ankles, yeontan tilts his head at you, his little eyebrows suggesting an incredible amount of grand ferocity as he trots over.

"hello, tannie," you greet, lifting yourself slowly to rest on your elbows. "bored of eomma already? i agree. i'm the fun parent."

the curve of your spine proves too uncomfortable for your red-coated cat. she stands, soft paws padding along your sides as she spins on your back and curls up again, her little pink nose tucking into the back of your neck. you laugh softly at the ticklish sensation.

you pet yeontan gently, used to treating animals like cats. he seems to enjoy it, grinning up at you, and runs tiny circles on the spot before laying down in the crook of your elbow, spreading out for some classic belly rubs. you oblige, smoothing down his soft fur.

"daddy!"

you turn as best you can at the excited call. you smile as he races up to you, burying his face in birdy's long ginger fur. she chirps – her favourite way of communication, hence her name – and bats his face with her long tail. he laughs, high and bright.

"good morning, jimin," you smile, "how did you sleep?"

"good! i think i had a dream. i can't remember it, but i know you were in it."

"that's lovely to hear, pumpkin. i hope i was nice in your dream," you reply, scratching yeontan behind the ears. "papa's in the kitchen if you want to say hi. i'd go with you, but i'm a little bit stuck."

jimin giggles, the apples of his cheeks pink and round. he jumps up. "okay! i'll say hi to him for you!"

he patters away, and his loud and boisterous greeting echoes in the house, warm with morning sunlight. you smile at the bouncy sound of their conversation, not quite clear enough to discern their words.

"daddy...?"

you do your best to shuffle around without disturbing birdy too much, but apparently you're not good enough, and she hops off before you throw her against the wall with your massive human strength.

she jumps up onto the couch, blinking down behind her as yeontan desperately tries to join her. his little legs paw at the couch and he whines, barking to grab your attention. you lean back and extend an arm, allowing him to use you like a ramp. at last, he lays down, panting as birdy nudges his side with her forehead and trills softly. she rests her chin on his back, tucking her paws beneath herself, and yeontan lets her nap while he watches the white butterflies prance around the rosebushes outside.

"good morning, jungkook," you hum, sitting up. you extend your arms to the sleepy toddler, who waddles closer and shifts against your chest, hugging his teddy bear with one arm and you with the other. "didn't you sleep well? you seem sleepy today, peanut."

"mm," he mumbles, eyelids drooping. he sighs against your neck, tucking his feet into the bowl of your crossed legs.

that's the only response you get before he's asleep in your arms, snoring softly. you chuckle and hold him tight against your chest as you stand up, allowing him to sleep on your shoulder. you help him hold onto his teddy, sandwiching it between your hand and his chest as you stroke his shoulder gently.

"there's our little sleepy-head," taehyung says when he spots jungkook. he presses his lips to yours and hip-bumps jimin when the boy gags exaggeratedly. he smiles, placing a hand against jungkook's back as he receives his morning supply of rapid kisses all over his face. "you're just in time, cherry. i was about to steal your portion of the fruits."

you gasp. "you wouldn't!"

he grins deviously and winks, stepping away to prep jimin's cereal and yogurt. he stoops to let jimin pop the tiniest strawberry from the box on the tip of his scooped yogurt. he waltzes away, with jimin giggling at his heels. "jiminie, quick! grab daddy's strawberries! i give you permission to eat all of them!"

you smile as you hear the spoon clink rapidly against the bowl. you lean down to grab taehyung's breakfast, shifting jungkook against your chest. he doesn't wake at all.

you round the counter and pout as jimin scrambles off of your chair, his cheeks stuffed full of strawberries and sliced banana. he jumps onto the seat at the head of the table, his eyes crinkled with mischief.

"you're all bullying me," you huff, resting jungkook across your lap. you scoop out the remaining fruits and place them in jimin's bowl, receiving a muffled 'thank you' in return for your generosity. "especially you, honey. you're supposed to be a role model for these two monkeys."

his eyes widen innocently. "what about me? it wasn't me. it was jimin! i saw him do it!"

jimin gasps and kicks taehyung's knee under the table, large eyes turning into saucers. "you said i could!"

 "don't always follow what other people say," taehyung emphasises, lifting a lecturing finger. "you must learn to question everything and make sure it seems right with everything else you know! otherwise, people could take advantage of you and use what they're saying as a distraction to steal food."

swiftly, taehyung shoves a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. jimin cries out as he spots the large hole in his otherwise-perfect bowl of cereal, eyes narrowing as he stabs his own spoon at taehyung's bowl, which he protects with his life.

taehyung lets jimin win, even spinning his bowl to let him take a chunk with the most fruits. victoriously, jimin nibbles on his hard-won prize, his legs swinging under the table.

"should i be afraid?" you joke, shielding your bowl with an arm. "i don't have a lot of cereal left. you wouldn't attack a man when he's down, would you?"

"i would," says taehyung, matter-of-fact. "if the man's you, i would always attack you. i like to think i know you well. you're probably faking your wounds to lower my guard."

"he would," jimin agrees with a giggle, smile big and cheeky. "daddy's clever."

taehyung gasps, offended. "and i'm not? is that what you're saying?"

jimin purses his lips.

"how dare you – betrayed by my own flesh and blood! no more strawberries for you. i want mine back. open your mouth."

"i'll throw them up for you," jimin offers.

"on second thought... you can keep them."

jimin smirks, emerging the victor once again. he crunches his cereal, shoulders wiggling to an imaginary beat as he eats. jungkook's head droops off of your shoulder and he wakes with a start, blinking drowsily. you hush him and cradle his head against your chest, feeling him go limp again as he snores.

taehyung smiles gently at the sight. jungkook was so anxious and never liked to leave your side – when you'd introduced them to each other, he'd been worried that he wouldn't be able to bond with him. it'd taken a little while, but soon, he was being chosen to carry him just as much as you were.

you finish eating first, stepping around yeontan and his breakfast to carry your dishes to the kitchen sink. he was a bit of a messy eater, and you'd bought a pink breakfast tray for him to eat on in an effort to localise the mess. birdy meows pathetically up at you, twisting figure-of-eights around your calves.

at the sound, jungkook mumbles awake, shifting his teddy bear in his arms. "beebee's hungry, daddy."

you sigh, picking up her half-full food bowl and pretending to pour her more, crunching the plastic bag loudly. all you do, really, is shake it to fill the round hole she'd carved out in the middle, but when you put it back down, she seems satisfied, eating contentedly.

you shake your head with a smile. jungkook yawns until his jaw pops. "all done. how about you, peanut? do you want some food?"

he considers your question, then nods, laying his head on your shoulder and watching quietly as you pick out his favourite plastic winnie-the-pooh bowl and shake out a little pile of cornflakes. when you top the scoop of yoghurt with the fruits taehyung had prepared earlier, you shape it into a heart, and jungkook giggles quietly. you let him hold the bowl – carrying the milk carton yourself, of course – and hold it with him, ensuring he doesn't drop it accidentally. you return to the dining table, where taehyung and jimin are engaged in a ruthless thumb war.

"are you winning, jiminie?"

"yes," he replies confidently, his brows furrowed in deep concentration as they battle. "papa said that we can go to the playground today if i win."

"did he, now?" you give him a look and he only shrugs, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. "papa has work today. i don't know if he can take you to the playground."

you pour the milk into jungkook's bowl. you try to cap it – he whines quietly and grabs your thumb, forcing you to pour more. you pour it in increments until he appears satisfied and begins to eat with his plastic spoon.

you're relieved when he finally allows you to stop. any more and you'd be threatening to overfill the bowl.

"but daddy can," taehyung replies. he adds awkwardly, "right...?"

you click your tongue, leaning back in your seat with a sarcastic, 'thanks very much' smile. "yes, i can take you to the playground. boss never said when i have to start work on today’s project."

jimin cheers. jungkook blinks up at you with big, glossy eyes, still rather sleep-addled. "playground?" he asks quietly.

you lean down and kiss the top of his head. "mmhm, that's right. we can play on the swing, peanut."

he nods. "will papa come?"

"no, baby, i'm sorry," taehyung says apologetically, having lost the thumb war. jimin squeezes his thumb tightly with both of his hands, trying to get him to yield officially, but the pain doesn't appear to register at all. "i have to go to work today, but i'll probably be back by the end of your afternoon nap. we can go again if everyone wants to."

jungkook sulks, pushing his blueberries around his bowl. "okay..."

"hey, it's okay," taehyung says encouragingly. "you have fun without me. since it's friday today, we can go to the playground tomorrow. we'll all get up nice and early and we can stay the whole day, if you like!"

jungkook seems happier after that, swinging his legs. you lean over him as jimin chatters away with him, being a wonderful big brother even if he can't talk very much.

"i can help the kids wash up and get ready for the park," you offer. "yeontan needs his morning walk. think you can handle your dog?"

he scoffs, offended. "of course. he's, like, the size of a dinner plate. beebee's twice his weight."

"she's also a cat, and a very well-behaved one at that. i'm worried that you’ll both get distracted by a pretty flower and you'll be late for your shoot," you tease.

he huffs but doesn't deny it. you both know how good he is at staying on track. "i'll set a reminder on my phone. if i'm not back by nine, i'll start running."

"a reminder?"

"fine! two reminders."

"better," you agree. you stick out your pinky finger. "promise me, please? i really don't want to get another call from your manager asking where on earth you are."

he laughs bashfully, hooking his pinky with yours and shaking on it solemnly. "i promise i won't be late and make you panic again. look – i'll even put some skin in the game! bet me twenty dollars."

"no."

"bet accepted. you'll see how on-time i can really be."

"fine. but you can't rely on your pretty face to get you out of all the trouble you find yourself in."

scoffing, he shakes his head. he grins. "so far, it's done its job pretty well. i can't believe you'd do this to me – i mean, you really have the gall to criticise this face? this face has been on vogue's front cover solo twice."

"three times, actually. you were dressed like a flamboyant flamingo in greece. how could you forget?"

"how could you?" he groans. "i'd just about wiped that from my memory. i was sweating buckets. i feel so terrible for the stylist whose entire job was to stop me from drenching that dress – poor girl was definitely not getting paid enough."

"well, i'll keep it a secret from the boys on one condition," you bargain, "or i'll tell them on their fifteenth birthdays about what a total dork their papa is. you'll never live it down."

he flaps his hands in your face, trying to cover your mouth. you dodge his hands expertly, laughing at him and holding onto jungkook for dear life. the poor thing stares up at you with sleepy confusion as you lift him to stand on your thighs and cower behind him, knowing full well that taehyung would never attack his own children.

"bikkies," jungkook whines, reaching for his breakfast. his little spoon is empty.

"you're right, peanut," taehyung harrumphs as you sit the boy down on your lap, holding him steady as he pokes his milk-sodden bowl of mush and mixes it around with quiet glee. you don't understand how he enjoys the texture, but it's not hurting anyone yet, so you'll let it slide. "your daddy's mean. using our own son as a meat shield – you're gutless."

"no, i'm smart," you correct. "besides, you haven't heard my condition yet. i promise it isn't that bad."

"uh-huh, we all know how your promises go. you promised me you'd bring us all to disneyland."

"yes, and i meant it! but jungkook's too small for more than the most basic rides. can you at least wait until he's jimin's age so they can go on rides together? i don't want to split them up. he might have an easier time remembering the experience, too."

taehyung huffs but nods begrudgingly. "if you say so..."

"i do. and i will." you reach over and take taehyung's slim hand, brushing your lips against his knuckles. he smiles shyly and covers his cheek and mouth with his other hand.

"fine," he mumbles, cheeks warm. "what's this condition of yours, then?"

you grin. "kiss me."

"cherry, not in front of the kids."

"yeah," jimin chimes in. "it's gross!"

jungkook glances up, big eyes trailing from taehyung to you. "kiss?"

you lean down and press a big smooch to his soft, chubby cheek. he giggles, pushing you away, and taehyung smiles softly at the sight as jimin begins to protest, jumping out of his chair and running over to yours to get his kiss as well.

you oblige, ruffling his hair, and he beams. jungkook wants another, then jimin wants one, and jungkook wants another one – taehyung laughs as jimin leaps up onto you, decreeing that you are his favourite parent. jungkook pouts, stubborn, and reaches for taehyung, who hauls him over the table and sets him down on his lap, peppering his face with kisses that he accepts smugly.

in the end, you get another call from taehyung's exasperated manager. with the phone pressed to your ear, you kiss taehyung goodbye and tell his manager that you saw him off fifteen minutes ago, and that he should be there. maybe the traffic's bad, you offer, waving as taehyung blows a kiss. the boys hold onto your pant legs, jumping up and down as they wave silently, in on your plan to keep taehyung in as little trouble as possible.

the manager sighs on the other side, and you can practically hear her rub her temples. she agrees, apologises for calling you so early in the morning, and you press your fingers to your lips and wink at your boys, who giggle sneakily with each other. not a problem, miss. have a good day.

you slip the phone away, crouching down to be closer to their level. you place your hands on their small shoulders. "we'll be able to go to the playground as soon as you two monkeys are washed up. first one to get his shoes on gets a lollipop."

they gasp and race off, yelling. you smile, unhooking yeontan's leash and harness from the cabinet next to the front door, and lay it near your keys for easy access. you're going to be the one with his shoes on first, but it's not as if you'll ever tell them that.

for your good work, you reward yourself with a chupa chups lollipop, and fold your sleeves up to ready yourself for the chaos that will become of the bathroom.

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[yoongsisbae]

BTS (as kisses)

Because I'm feeling sentimental xoxo

Namjoon is a running leap. Checking your watch five minutes before midnight on New Year’s Eve. You find out he's just finished work, so you run. You leave the party, you leave the comfort of knowing you had a guarantee, and take a chance on him instead. You find each other on the street, because he’s running too, two minutes before midnight, and you leap into his strong arms. And as midnight comes, as the fireworks start, he lifts you off your feet, he hugs you in his arms. You don't part lips even after the cheers die down. Two smiles, two noses touching, two promises of I love you.

Seokjin is a quiet good morning kiss. A series of soft pecks, a warm bed where sunlight hides behind the blinds, soft sheets and soft skin. You don’t need to open your eyes or brush your teeth or want for anything more than his sleepy embrace, his gruff voice, his longing lips. You melt into each other until you don't know how you ever were whole without him. An endless tangle of limbs and love, the rhythm of his heart reminding you of the fleeting moments. How much you loved this moment, how much you loved him.

Yoongi is a kiss that speaks volumes in the silence of your voices. You spoke through your eyes, his hand caressing your jaw wrote love letters across your skin, your fingers intertwined on a lazy Sunday evening told you he would grow old together with you like this. Lips that did not need to speak his undying love, only show you, with a look that demands your heart to listen. A purposeful kiss that screams from the rooftops his love for you before you fall back asleep on his couch, quietly as your chests rise and fall.

Hoseok is a kiss that quiets everything around you. His kiss is seeing the first snow of winter and running to catch the flakes on your tongue, a contagious laughter that won't stop, his icy hands holding your frost bitten cheeks, stirring warmth inside you. Your eyes meeting as the laughter turns into quiet reverence. His breath in clouds, his smile the most beautiful thing you never want to forget and the deepest kiss that could surely melt snow.

Jimin is all tongue, all passion, all heat, all fire, all love. A kiss that doesn't end, yet a kiss that leaves you wanting more. A needy, desperate performance of how much you love each other, want each other. His hands exploring all the places of your body he adores, his lips swallowing your desire for him. A dance of lovers, a poem written on your tongues, a song sung through desperate needy cries. His kiss is everything and more.

Taehyung is a kiss that feels right, the moment building until neither of you could stop yourselves. A cheerful celebration all around you…love and happiness, friends and family…and amongst the collective chaos, the only laughter you could focus on…you could feel echo in your heart…was his deep chuckle, his crinkled eyes catching yours. A tight embrace, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, his lips only meant to meet yours but stayed, a perfect fit.

Jungkook is a teasing lip lock, to soften the anger inside you that he caused only because he enjoys your pouty face so much. “You’re lucky I love you,” you whisper into his mouth. He says in the softest sweetest murmur, “I know,” against your lips, and you look into his eyes and make sure he knows that without a doubt, “I’m lucky too.”

[masterlist|as holidays|as drinks]

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[jjungkookislife]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Day 1: Breath Play - Jungkook

Day 2: Dry Humping - Taehyung

Day 3: Sensory Deprivation - Jimin

Day 4: Impact Play - Namjoon

Day 5: Orgasm Denial - Hoseok

Day 6: Bondage - Yoongi

Day 7: Ice Play - Seokjin

Day 8: Threesome - Jungkook & Yoongi

Day 9: Voyeurism - Jungkook

Day 10: Mirror Sex - Namjoon

Day 11: Phone Sex - Seokjin & Hoseok

Day 12: Marking/Bruising - Jimin

Day 13: Double Penetration - Jimin & Taehyung

Day 14: Corruption Kink - Hoseok

Day 15: Public Sex - Taehyung

Day 16: Breeding Kink - Seokjin

Day 17: Somnophilia - Yoongi

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[yulixi]

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦... pt.2 | jjk

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢:Army has seen over time the beautiful friendship between the maknae Jungkook and the model Y/N.

But since the Y/N model began to share more photos, videos, and appear in some of Jungkook's live shows, a part of the fandom began to have doubts.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗:Jungkook x fem!reader

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜:fluffy, cute, comfort.

sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^

@/Junggmaknae:Let's remember that at the beginning of 2022 Y/N model for Calvin Klein and recently Jungkook also modeled for the brand.

And we could see them together at the Calvin Klein event, leaving us beautiful moments of the two of them.

☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡

The camera focused on the young model's back as she walked and sometimes waved and smiled at more famous people.

From time to time he would stop to talk to some people and then continue on with his business.

You could also see how people asked her for photos and she happily accepted.

The tour ended and she finally sat down, revealing the front of her beautiful dark dress but with golden details and also a beautiful necklace decorating her neck.

A few seconds passed and a young man approached her and she recognized him in an instant.

"Oh Jungkook" the shy laugh of the young woman was heard while he sat to her left "I completely forgot you would be around"

"Okay" the young man settled but keeping some distance "I don't come to this often so i'm nervous and I also forgot that I could see you here"

The event continued normally and you could see how the young people were still talking happily.

Maybe from that moment they would not separate.

And so it was, together they continued touring the place while the cameras were still recording them.

Perhaps the fact that people saw them and that they were together drew more attention, you could see how more celebrities approached them and took photos together.

They stopped for a moment while they were still being recorded "I must admit that seeing you with your hair in a half ponytail surprises me" the model put her hand close to the singer's hair

"Really?" The young man smiled. "Do I look okay?" He smiled now showing his teeth

"I'd say pretty good" her hand left her hair, the model reached for her phone and quickly looked for the camera and focused on the boy in front of her.

The young man in front of her did not notice it much until he heard the "click" that phones give when taking a photo.

"Uh?" he was surprised and turned his gaze to the front "Was that a photo?" "Let me see it" he approached the model's side, both looking at the phone

"It's a good photo" the young man agreed happily

The young people continued talking for a few more seconds until it was possible to see how they hugged each other and ended up saying goodbye and each one went their own way.

A few days passed and the model via Instagram shared photos of her with more celebrities at the previously attended event and among those photos the photo of the maknae Jungkook.

☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡

@/Junggmaknae:As she reached out her hand touching the minor's hair, so cute T.T

And since they together called the attention of more celebrities, i am very surprised, maybe some thought that they were something more.

Could you notice Jungkook's look? How did I look at Y/N before they broke up

If you like it, give me a like and reblog ^^

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[indndwnshead]

Veiled: Introduction

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader

Warning/tags: Mafia AU, Age Gap (like 8 years of difference), there will be violence but not in this intro, soft/sickly/naive reader and dominant mafia boss Yoongi (why do I love this type of story but please don't be like this irl girls??)

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In the heart of Seoul, where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows, the Kim family's presence was both a whispered legend and an ominous reality. Known as the second-ranking family within the Min Mafia Empire, their influence was a shadowy force to be reckoned with. Raised within the confines of a luxurious mansion, you, the youngest of the four Kim siblings, had always lived in blissful ignorance of the intricate details of your father's and your brothers' sinister dealings. Your health issues, stemming from your premature birth, had kept you confined to the safety of your home, your world painted with the colours of innocence.

Jin, your eldest brother and a man of honour, had been your saviour from the moment you took your first breath. He was your protector, your confidant, and your anchor in a world filled with uncertainty. Though groomed to be the successor to your father's power, Jin had surprised everyone by choosing to pursue a career in medicine instead. His decision had been a profound act of love, a choice made to ensure that your fragile existence was never jeopardized by the dangerous world of crime your family inhabited.

Namjoon, the middle sibling, was a genius in his own right. His sharp mind had always made him stand out. But as he delved deeper into the family business under your father's tutelage, he had become somewhat distant. You carried the weight of guilt for this transformation, believing that he resented both you and Jin for the choices they made that seemed to leave him with no option but to step into the void left by Jin's departure from the mafia world. In reality, Namjoon's distance was driven by a desire to protect your innocence from the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface.

Taehyung, your closest brother in age, initially harboured resentment when you were born. You became the centre of attention, diverting everyone's focus away from him. However, a single incident marked a turning point - the day you fainted after Taehyung finally asked you to play together for the first time. Overjoyed at the opportunity to share a playful moment with your youngest brother, your happiness led you to push your fragile health limits. Taehyung swore he had only turned away for a brief moment, racing ahead as you chased him in a game of tag. Yet, when he glanced back, you had already collapsed, unconscious on the ground. It was in that critical moment that Taehyung realized the fragility of your existence. From that moment onward, he transformed into your most trusted ally and partner-in-crime within the confines of your sheltered life. Taehyung understood your limits better than anyone else and knew precisely how to push your buttons.

Your life took an unexpected turn when you turned eighteen and your father announced the arranged marriage between you and Yoongi, the only child of Mr. Min, the formidable head of the Min Mafia Empire. The news had left you elated and anxious, for you had long admired Yoongi from afar. Your crush on him had blossomed into a deep affection ever since your sixteenth birthday. However, as you entered the latter half of your teenage years, Yoongi had slowly but inexplicably distanced himself from you.

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had also fallen for you, but he carried the weight of guilt. The age gap and the complexities of your family's mafia ties had convinced him that his feelings were inappropriate. He had kept his emotions locked away, leaving you to wonder why he had become a distant figure in your life.

Now, at twenty-two and thirty, you and Yoongi were officially married, a couple in the eyes of the world. The façade of your love was convincing, but the words "I love you" had never left Yoongi's lips. He was fiercely protective and possessive of you, guarding the secret of his feelings with the same intensity he employed to protect you from the perilous world into which you had been thrust. Yet, you remained in the dark about the true nature of your family's involvement in the criminal empire, a world where darkness and danger lurked in the shadows, and where your innocence had been carefully shielded from the truth.

However, your life soon took a turn for the worse when you unknowingly let a seemingly innocent new friend enter your life, unveiling your perception of your world.

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A/N: One day I had this wild thought and gave birth to a 7k+ word story. Testing the waters to see if there is interest in the plot. IT WILL GET ANGSTY (possibly smutty, idk, not sure about this one yet). Please let me know? 🥹

Also yes, very self-indulgent of me to get all the Kims to be your brother and just get all those angsty plots and AU into one big story.

#min yoongi #agust d #suga bts #min yoongi fic #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #bts yoongi #yoongi fanfic #bts reader insert #yoongi imagine #suga imagine #bts suga #bts suga fanfic #suga x reader #suga x you #jin & you #namjoon & you #taehyung & you #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #yoongi mafia au #yoongi age gap au #yoongi smut #yoongi

[colormepurplex2]

ColorMePurplex2 Master List

Important notes

Genre Key: s (smut), a (angst), f (fluff), dd (dead dove), mm (contains some form of mxm content)

Rating: (regardless, this space is not for minors) G - general audience | PG - strong, suggestive language | PG-13 - frequent use of strong language, grittier subject matter | R - large amounts of vulgar language and adult references | MA - strictly for adults 18+

Relationships: my stories may feature sexual relationship variations between all genders. This is a LGTBQIA2S+ friendly space

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to own any part of BTS. All members of BTS are faces and name claims for these stories. Every post is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in my works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

For a full, comprehensive list of each pairing/scenario please check the masterlists under each section.

OT7 Masterlist

▻ Souls of Seoul: Blood Bond (Ao3) (127k) - x f.Reader - Modern Fantasy/Thriller AU | RATED: MA | s, a, f, mm

▻ Souls of Seoul: The Rise And Fall (Ao3) (~93k, ongoing) - x f.Reader -  Modern Fantasy/Thriller AU | RATED: MA |  s, a, f, mm

▻ Fickle Flame (~66k, ongoing) - x OFC - A/B/O, Vampire/Hybrid, Dystopian AU | RATED: MA |  s, a, f, dd, mm

Kim Namjoon Masterlist

▻ Kaleidoscope (6k) - x f.Reader - Art/Music AU | RATED: MA |  s, f

Kim Seokjin Masterlist

▻ Your Guardian Angel (14k) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol, Roommates AU | RATED: MA | s, a, mild f

▻ Masks & Merlot (13k) - x f.Reader - Long-time pining, Non-Idol AU | RATED: MA | s, a

Min Yoongi Masterlist

▻ Work Hard, Play Harder (9k) - x f.Reader - College AU | RATED: MA | s, a

▻ Till Death Do Us Part (41k) - x f.Reader - Mafia AU | RATED: MA |  s, a, f

▻  Blood Bride (9k) - x f.Reader - Vampire AU | RATED: MA |  s

▻ Bump In The Night (12k) - x f.Reader - Monster Under The Bed AU | RATED: MA |  s, a

▻ Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop (8k) - x f.Reader - Coffee Shop/Art AU | RATED: MA |  s, f

Jung Hoseok Masterlist

▻ Box Of Chocolates (15k) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol, Exes to Lovers AU | RATED: MA | s, a, f

▻ Play With Fire (8k) - x f.Reader - Crime/Arsonist AU | RATED: MA | s, a

▻ The Stars In His Eyes...The Hate In Your Heart (18k) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol, Brother’s Best Friend AU | RATED: MA | a, s, mild f

Park Jimin Masterlist

▻  Pixie Dust - x f.Reader (8k) - Fantasy/Fairy AU | RATED: MA | s

Kim Taehyung Masterlist

▻ Did It Hurt? (28k) - x f.Reader - Angels & Demons AU | RATED: MA | s, a

▻ In Memory of Him (~13k, ongoing) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol, Late Husband's Best Friend | RATED: MA | s, a, f

Jeon Jungkook Masterlist

▻ Make You Mine - x f.Reader (11k) - A/B/O AU | RATED: MA | a, s

▻  Chasing Shadows - x f.Reader (21k) - Sherlock Holmes Crime AU | RATED: MA | a, s

▻ On Wings of Mist & Memories (39k) - x f.Reader - High Fantasy/Dragons AU | RATED: MA | a, s, f

▻ Now I’m Yours (14k) (follow-up to Make You Mine) - x f.Reader - A/B/O AU | RATED: MA | a, s, mild f

▻ Shatter With Me (~18k, ongoing) - x f.Reader - Best Friend's Husband, Surrogacy AU | RATED: MA | a, s, mild f

Multi-Member x Reader/OC Masterlist

▻  Lights, Camera, Action - NAMJOON/JUNGKOOK (22k) - x f.Reader - Non-Idol/Art AU | RATED: MA | s, f, mm

▻  I Put A Spell On You - JIMIN & JUNGKOOK (9k) - x f.Reader - Witches/Demons/Vampires AU | RATED: MA | a, s, mild mm

▻  Dream For Us - HYUNG LINE (15k) - x f.Reader - Demi-Gods AU | RATED: MA | a, s

▻  Flowers Of Fate - YOONGI/JIMIN/NAMJOON/JUNGKOOK (56k) - x f.Reader - High Fantasy/Beltane/Fae AU | RATED: MA | a, s, f, mm

Member x Member Masterlist

▻  By The Fire With Care - SEOKJIN/TAEHYUNG (2.9k) - Non-Idol, PWP | RATED: MA | s, f

▻ Curse Of The Serpent - NAMJOON/JIMIN (12k) - Greek Mythology/Perseus x Medusa Retelling | RATED: MA | a, s

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[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter two

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"You should tell him." Namjoon repeated once again as you avoided the topic by making tea.

"Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?" You tried to change the subject, which seemed impossible.

"Regardless of the baby's gender, you should let the father know." You rolled your eyes upon hearing that, as if everything would be resolved if Yoongi knew about the baby.

"I think I'd prefer a girl. But if it's a boy, I'll need tips on the male world. It's your duty as the baby's godfather to help me instead of just staring at me like that." Namjoon was giving you a judgmental look.

"Thanks for the honor of being the baby's godfather. I swear I'll be the best godfather I can be. But it's not fair to hide this situation from Yoongi. You know how I am about honesty." He's right about that.

"I'll talk to him. I don't intend to exclude him from our child's life, but it's difficult. Our last conversation took a somewhat dramatic turn. Not to mention, we both know your friend is famous." You were a bit nervous, contemplating the changes your life will undergo once the baby arrives. Uncertainty about the future lingered as you tried to focus on the decisions that needed to be made.

"It will be a challenge, but I trust you will succeed. Speaking of which, I have some bad news." Namjoon speaks fearfully as if he's trying to protect you from something.

"Spit it out." You speak as you mentally prepare yourself for what comes next.

"I came here not just because you called me but to ask you a favor." Namjoon seems worried about something and you notice that.

"Suga hasn't been able to compose lately. Which is making him feel a bit terrible. The boys and I think it's because he is missing you. So I came to beg you to help me with this." Namjoon is with a lost expression. As if you were the solution to Yoongi's problem.

"Mister Min Yoongi needs me apparently, what a surprise. What if you're wrong? What if he just has writer's block?" These are just some of the questions that are on your mind.

"I've known that man longer than you know. Trust me, he's not well." Namjoon seems sure you’re the solution. And at the moment, not knowing if it's pregnancy or your desire, You can't think of reasons not to go see your ex lover.

"To be sure, you owe me one. And I'm not going to tell Yoongi now, about the baby. If I'm going to do that, it's in my time. But I can go there and try to help." A nervousness begins to take over you as soon as Namjoon confirms that he will take you with him. A few minutes later you are already on your way to the company, Namjoon assures you that he spoke to the boss and that he authorized you to go there since you were hidden. Right now you’re hiding in Namjoon’s car.

"Do you think this will help?" You mutter almost to yourself, but Namjoon hears you as he guides you to where Yoongi is.

"I think you're the only person who can talk some sense into Yoongi. Maybe it would be good for you two to have a talk." That's all you hear Namjoon say before leaving you inside the studio where Yoongi is.

"I already said that I don't need to talk about Y/N. My difficulty doesn't come from the feeling of missing you. After all, I was the one who ended everything." Yoongi doesn't even turn from his chair to look at who entered. You think about giving up but you can tell by his impatient tone and the aesthetic of someone who hasn't left that recording studio in a while that he needs help.

"You better remember that, because coming all this way kind of hurts my ego." You say looking towards him who turns around in surprise to look at you.

"Are you really here?" Yoongi says, slowly getting up and walking towards your direction.

"I heard a rumor that you were sad, I needed to make sure. I mean, I wasn't even the one who ended our relationship." You say, approaching him, as if wanting to explore a new reality. He's unshaven, his hair is a little messy and he looks like he hasn't slept in a while.

"They must really be worried. They brought you here." He seems to have realized how worried the boys and the company are about him.

"What's happening to you?" You speak softly like you're curious. Your hand automatically touches Yoongi's face who, without thinking, ends up hugging you. A strong hug like someone who wants to say "I miss you".

"I thought it would be better to end a relationship that was doomed to fail than to stay with the woman I love." He whispers and before you notice, he's almost falling asleep in your arms.

"You need to focus on what's best for you and your group. Breaking up with me was your decision and unfortunately decisions come with consequences. But that doesn't mean either of us will be happy separate from the other. " You say remaining in place, hugging Yoongi and at that moment that was everything you wanted.

#min yoongi x you #reader insert #spotify #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi #suga x reader #bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi angst #suga x y/n #yoongi series #pregnancy au #namjoon #jungkook #jhope #jimin #taehyung #jin #Spotify

[herarcadewasteland]

Curious, Darling?

A/: Many many hugs and boops to the lovely @kookslastbutton for their page title and giving me the go-ahead to write a Taehyung fic inspired by it and dedicated to it! ♥

-office!au, enemies to lovers (ish...)

-Slightly Yandere!Kim Taehyung x Reader

It's decidley a little messy and fast but its 2am and my brain was working too fast.

JK Ver. Yoongi Ver.

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Stalking through the halls, you seethed. His carefree laughter echoed through your head as you turned corners with the result of Taehyung's latest prank cradled in your trembling arms. You had been going back and forth with Taehyung since highschool, the pranks gaining him popularity and causing you to lose friends. It had taken a large turn when you had both graduated college and got accepted into one of the biggest companies with him standing at your side, smug smirk in place as it always was when he regarded you. The pranks you exchanged slowly ramped up until you dyed and cut his hair when he was out cold after a night of drinking. He had gone way too far this time though, the prank exceeding the worst you had pulled on him, which was the hair thing although he managed to make it look sexy just as he did everything else. 

Walking into your office this morning, you were sipping your favourite drink and wearing your best shirt for the presentation when your eyes landed on the colour-coded pile of that same presentation in rips all around the room, the spray painted ‘V’ on your office window causing you to drop your cup in shock. The two of you had done many many things to each other in the form of pranks, but ruining work projects that had taken a year to perfect and create… it was the last prank you would accept. So here you were, storming past concerned co-workers with your project in your arms as you set out for the man himself. 

His laugh guided you straight to him as you shouldered through the meeting room door,

“KIM TAEHYUNG.”

Conversation stopped as did his laughter as your anger cut through it all, heads turning to observe your red face and furrowed brows as you glared at Taehyung with the heat of hell in your eyes. You made eye contact with everyone but him, each person taking the hint and shuffling out of the conference room until you were left with the culprit. An angry huff left you as you dropped your armful of your ripped project on the table in front of him as he sat with his ankle resting on his knee, hand rubbing his lips as he watched you carefully. 

“What the fuck is this?! This was for today! You knew it was for today and so did everyone else! So pray tell, why the fuck is my project in shreds with your fucking penname sprayed on my windows! There is no one, and I mean no-one else that would’ve done this.”

His huffed laugh broke you from your angry arrangement of the pieces sitting before you, your head snapped up to face him as he leaned back further into his wheeled chair. Was he infuriatingly hot and causing conflicting emotions as he stared you down through hooded eyes? Abso-fucking-lutely. That didn’t stop you from rounding the table in anger, his chair turning with you as you approached. 

“Something wrong?”

You scowled as you took the last steps towards him, his head tilting up slightly to watch your face for emotion as he licked his lips slowly. Your anger won over any arousal you were feeling because of him and his stupidly perfect face, your hands pushing roughly into his solid chest. The scrape of the chair wheels making you smirk as he rolled back into the wall from the force of your shove. His eyebrows raised in surprise as you approached him again, his hands resting on the arms as he pushed himself from the chair. He was taller than you, that was for sure, but being stronger than people gave you credit for allowing you the element of surprise. So you took that last step, staring into his hypnotizing chocolate eyes as you shoved him back a step.

“Say you did it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he smirks. 

He fucking smirked at you when his penname was in orange paint on your windows. Your face heated with rage as he tilted his head at you, his fluffy hair gently framing his darkened eyes as you landed a hard punch to his chest. Taehyung huffed as the air left him, your eyes widening as he barely reacted before a hand grasped your own. You gasped as he tugged you around him and into the chair he was previously occupying, your hands finding the armrests as he leaned over you, his large hands caging your own on the chairs arms. 

“You know exactly what you did, Kim Taehyung. You’ve gone too far.”

“Oh no, have I gone too far? Let me rectify my wrongs against poor little you immediately.”

His tone was clear and enraged you further. He had the gall to mock you when you no longer had a presentation for a promotion you had been waiting for for years now. You wrestled your hand from under his, a sharp clap echoing around you as Taehyung's head snapped to the side. The shock he showed allowed you a window to push him away and escape the room with your precious shards of presentation. He would get it now. You just had to figure out how you would go about it.

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Taehyung's misdeed was over a week ago now. He had gotten the promotion because you had no presentation. Now, he had power over you. A larger, secured office and even a secretary that rumours had started round saying he fucked her in the mens washroom one lunch break. Now it was much harder for you to enact your plan. Distracting Elizabeth was easy enough, all you had to do was tell her that Park was waiting for her in conference room 38 and off she went. Taehyung was supposed to be in a big meeting so all you had to do was look for a spare key and then lock the door behind you to cover your tracks. Easy enough. The key was in an unlocked drawer in Elizabeth’s desk, hidden away under the schedule folder you had gathered your copy of Taehyung’s from. Opening the door to his office with a relieved sigh, you shut the heavy door as quietly as you could, your eyes scanning the office as soon as the door was locked behind you. 

Files scattered over his desk, his laptop open and running, his windows curtained and opened slightly to let in the breeze you could only get on the 77th floor. Rushing over to his clearly organized mess, you leafed through the many documents, your eyes darting from the papers to the door as your hands trembled. All you needed was his budget request. Then you could fuck him over like he fucked you over. It was simple. Find the page, search his laptop for the unfilled form and replace his numbers with lower ones. While it could jeopardize your job, he would be at fault for submitting low numbers for his request. 

“Yes! Finally!”, you pulled the sheet from its spot frantically.

Stepping over to his laptop, you searched the systems for the sheet when you had an even better idea. Turning back to the files, you failed to hear the door opening and closing, his light steps approaching you as you made a mess of his desk. He sat and watched you search through the papers with a smirk as he leaned against the wall across from you, your gaze laser focused on the things in-front of you. Finding the new page, you smirked, unknowing of the danger you had put yourself in. 

“Curious, darling?”, his deep voice made your heart stop as his hand ghosted over your shoulder. He had managed to make it across the entire office to stand behind you and you hadn’t even noticed. That was a kind of embarrassing you never thought you’d feel. But here you were, feeling it and Taehyung’s hand as it crawled across your collarbone smoothly to wrap around your neck. 

“Taehyu-”, you gasped before his hand tightened around your neck, cutting off your words. 

“We’ve been at this for years. Years, Y/N. Isn’t it about time to accept that you’ll never best me at our pranks?”

You shook your head, hand wrapping around his as you turned in your spot to face him. His fluffy brown hair fell into his sharp eyes as he watched you take in the position. Your back against his desk, his hand around your neck, basically holding your own hand at the same time. He corralled you further into his desk, his free hand drawing distracting circles on your side as you watched him carefully.

“I’ll beat you this time. You won’t win.”

His laugh washed across your face, mint greeting your sense as he chewed on nothing with a confident smirk. You were sure you would beat him. You had to. It was one of your last motivations to not hand in your resignation and join Jeon Industries instead of staying under Min Corporations. 

“You’ve already lost. So when will you notice how much I love you, darling?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, his hand leaving your neck to trace your cheekbone and run lightly over your parted lips. 

“Wha-”, you cleared your throat of the shock blocking it, “What do you mean, Taehyung? You don’t love me. You’ve shown me so many times you hate me. You ripped up my presentation!”

He nodded casually, hand playing with a stray bundle of hair that had fallen from your messy ponytail during your search for revenge. 

“I did. But we’ve been doing this for years. Do you not remember the times I would leave you notes in your locker in high school, telling you how I felt?”

“Those were anonymous, how was I supposed to know that was you?! I thought that was Hoseok! Or maybe even Seokjin… I- why?”

“What do you mean why? You’re perfect for me. I’m perfect for you. I read your diary when I was in your office that week. I know what you think of me.”, his breath tickled your ear as he leaned in to whisper his last secret to you.

“Why would you… That's supposed to be private!”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/N. I won’t tell anyone how much my voice turns you on… or how much you daydream about fucking me seven days a week and telling me you love me.”

Your face heated with a blush as he chuckled in your ear, his voice deepened further as he pushed his body against yours further. His hands guided you into comfort as he whispered random compliments into your ear, your eyes closing as you thought about it all. 

“At least let me take you on a date. Just one for now, if you like it, leave your number on my desk the day after. If not, just tell me to fuck off and I’ll leave you alone until you accept your feelings towards me. Sounds fair?”

You nodded slowly, his hands circling you in a gentle hug as he hummed in content. It couldn’t be the worst thing in the world, a little harrowing at times you were sure, but overall it could be worth losing your revenge. So you melted into the hug with a sigh as he laughed about something in his head.

You’d see in the week after the incident that it really wasn’t that bad as he fed you sushi from his plate while you traded for pieces you liked and he didn’t. Sipping on boba while the sun set on the horizon over the clear blue waters of the beach afterwards. Maybe you didn’t get the promotion that would change your life, but marrying Kim Taehyung in the following years was definitely more than enough to make up for it all.

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'𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓! Why the hell is this blouse so tight! I could've sworn it fit perfectly before...'

You cringe at the tightness of the fabric as it sticks your chest like a second skin.

Leaving the house in a hurry, it was only until meeting your interviewer face-to-face were you finally able to acknowledge the snug clothing.

Luckily you had enough jitters to bring a jacket and was able to use it as a cover-up.

"So Ms. [Last Name], I understand you have the experience of doing tasks such as scheduling events and appointments?"

You break out of your distressed bubble with a jump before catching sight of the male walking down the hall, quickly trailing after.

"Y-yes sir. I have done countless jobs of setting up plans and meetings during my two-year internship for Yu Inc."

His brows raise at your words. "Yu Inc. you say? That's a very well-known business. Can I ask why you choose specifically this company? Why not stay with them?"

"Well..." You meet his questioning gaze with a small smile, "when creating a name for yourself- especially in the entertainment business- it's a known possibility of failing. But even so, you still had hope and tried. There's not many people out there who would've done what you did. And I admire that. So much in fact that I want to help support what you're doing as much as possible."

He suddenly stops in his stride causing you to give him a lost look.

"You're right. And I'll be eternally grateful for having the determination and people I trust behind me to help make my dream come true. I can't say much of the later future..."

Your eyes slightly widen when he holds out his hand with a blinding smile. "But what I can say that it would be an honor to work with you Ms. [Last Name]."

"Wait...does that mean-"

"Welcome to Hybe Co.!"

"Oh thank you very much sir! I promise to work very hard and contribute to the company." He lets out a hearty laugh when you grab his hands with an energetic shake.

"Please, Bang PD's just fine. No need for such formalities now that you're part of the family."

"Okay...Bang PD." You hesitantly try out his name, jaw clenching at suppressing the urge to address him more formally.

He claps his hands, a gleam of happiness shines in his eyes as they crinkle on the sides. "Excellent! You will officially start working tomorrow morning. Now, before we continue, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes I do in fact. They're mostly about the contract and all of the benefits from this job."

Bang PD nods in understanding, "Of course, so the benefits you will receive—"

"Bang PD-Nim!"

You both turn towards the frantic call to see a breathless woman running over.

"There's been an abrupt change in the scheduled meeting with Fila Inc. It seems they're only open for today, the next three months have been filled."

The older man's face falls at the news before letting out silent curses. "Alright. Are they already here?"

"Yes. In your office as we speak."

"Okay, let's go then." Bang PD says as he takes a stack of folders from her outstretched hands, but before he could fully exit the room you call out his name.

"Yes?" He answers in a rushed tone, one hand tightly grasping the documents while the other straightens his tie and glasses.

"I'm sorry, but what should I do while you're gone? I mean, you still have to explain to me the rest of what my job consists of. Unless of course, I can come back another day?"

"No!" You jump at his shout causing him to give an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that. But to answer your question, I can't. With the rest of the month's schedule being packed twenty-four-seven, I won't have a free slot to situate you in. So while I'm gone please feel free to walk around and get yourself acquainted with the building. Once I return, I'll be able to answer any questions you have."

"Okay. So when do you think you'll be finished with the..." Your words trail off once realizing that he's no longer there,"...meeting?"

Eyes still planted on the shut door, you finally break the silence with a scoff of disbelief. "Well ain't that a bitch."

Smacking your lips, you stand up with a hum, "Guess I'll go look around then."

With that, you make your way to the door.

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After spending a good twenty-minutes roaming and getting used to routes of the building, you decide its time for a snack break, moving to the nearest snack machine.

You dig through your purse with a sigh and grab the needed amount for your chosen drink. It drops to the bottom with a muted thud causing a small cheer to leave your lips.

Beverage in hand, you continue looking around the building. Music filters from speakers above leaving you content and begin to hum along, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

Unfortunately, that peacefulness soon turns into frustration when you try to put the straw into the juice box.

Forcing the weak plastic in with way more strength than needed, your cry of victory quickly turns into one of shock when a good portion of the juice spills on you.

"Goddammit!" You let out a groan, swiftly taking off the jacket before the cold liquid could seep all the way through.

But that action was deemed useless upon noticing a wet spot decorating your once clean white blouse.

'Shit...I can't walk out of here with this big ass stain. I need to get this cleaned up pronto.'

Moving down the hall in search of a restroom, your steps falter when seeing how unfamiliar the area was.

"First the juice now this? Great..."

Body hunched over in defeat, you perk up at the sight of a man coming from the opposite direction.

"Hey-um excuse me!"

He slows down at the sound of your voice, freezing in place upon spotting you.

Scurrying over to him, you plaster an awkward smile. "Yeah..hi? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I new here. And I kinda had a little accident with my juice when I was trying to..."

Unknowingly to you, as you continue to ramble, a pair of eyes take in your figure.

"Oh...shit!" He hisses under his breath as a low gasp escapes him.

"So yeah...I was wondering if you know where the nearest restroom may be located." You finish your statement in time to see him staring at you with a shocked expression.

"Um...hello?"

"Goddamn!"

Your brows raise at the man as he continues to openly ogle at you without a care in the world. "E-excuse me?"

Finally breaking out of the trance with a jump, his eyes shift back and forth from your chest to the unamused expression on your face.

"I-I mean...ah my back! Goddamn I say goddamn!" You blink in confusion when he howls in pain, his body dramatically falling to the ground as he holds his back.

"Oh sh-are you okay?! Do you need me to call someone for you?" You bend down to get a closer look with a concerned frown.

He looks at you with a strained smile before quickly getting up from the floor. "Ah n-no need! I experience this very often, so I can just walk there myself."

"Are you su-"

"Thank you for caring! Have a nice day!" His voice rings throughout the hall as he hobbles away, hand placed on his lower back like an old man.

"Wait! What about the rest...room?" You roll your eyes in irritation, arms crossed with a huff, "well that was quite the first impression."

Turning to start your journey of searching for the restroom once more, you stop when another man appears in your line of view.

"Hi! Excuse me, can you please tell me where your restrooms are?"

"Sure," he looks up from his phone with a smile, dimples formed on both sides, "all you have to do it take a-"

He abruptly stops talking, eyes widening once they take in your-ahem, attire. "Ahh...ek!"

You blankly stare at him as he stumbles over his words, a light blush coating the apple of his cheeks.

"What?"

"Asdfghjk! I-I gotta go! Bye!"

Opening your mouth to question him, it quickly closes when he bolts down the hall, leaving you in the dust.

"...the hell is wrong with these people?!"

Just as you were about to follow after him two more males make an appearance.

If it were any other day, you would've stopped at how shockingly handsome the two were, from the blue and pink fluffy hair on their heads to the way they walked with so much grace and confidence that only a celebrity could do.

But today was not the day to do so.

So while they had yet to see you by the playful jabs and taunting given to one another, you quickly take the chance and stepped right in front of them.

They slightly jump in surprise before relaxing when seeing it was only you.

"Excuse me but can you tell me where the restrooms are?" You force a smile, the clear tone of impatience could be heard in your strained voice.

"Sure thing," the one on the right speaks up with a bright smile, his deep voice strongly contradicting the childish aura around him, "it's...ah..."

His voice trails off as he looks down at your chest, eyes bulging out of his head.

"Well?" You ask, foot tapping in frustration.

"What are you looking at?" His friend asks with a push to the shoulder, but the taller male continues to stare at you in awe.

"I'm sorry. He's not usually like this," the young man giggles, rubbing the back of his head. "So what do you need help with?"

"Finding the restroom. As you can see, I really need to clean this...stain" you explain, gesturing to the vivid patch on your shirt.

"Sure. It's down the hall to the..." his sentence trails off, eyes zoning in on your chest.

Choking on what seemed to be nothing, gibberish spills from his plump lips as he stares unabashedly.

Following where their unwavering eyes went, you snort in disbelief. 'Now this some bullshit! Why the fuck are these grown-ass men acting like a tiddy popped out my shirt or something?'

"Oh yeah? To the what?" You ask, crossing your arms, done with all of the interactions you've faced so far today.

While you hadn't realized the action caused your breasts to pop out even more, these two on the other hand witnessed the entire thing causing them to hold onto each other's arm for support.

"We've seen heaven," one whimper, a dazed look spreading across his face.

"God has blessed this woman," the other mumbles, his eyes never straying away from your chest for one second.

"Excuse me?" Growing unsettled by their intense stares you loudly clap in their faces, snapping them out of it.

"I-I mean, God has blessed us all to live and see another day!"

The bluenette, who seemed to have caught on to what he was doing, quickly joined in.

"Hallelujah! Praise the all mighty and his greatness! God is good all the time, and all the time God is good~" He begins to stomp his feet, happily singing out random church phrases as he bends down with his hands at his back.

You share a lost look with his friend, lips pursed at what seemed to be him having caught the Holy Spirit.

"Do you feel it? I said do you feel i-" Fortunately for you, the male's preaching was ended by the murderous glare of his shorter counterpart.

Turning to you with a smile, you silently awe at the way his eyes disappear into the shape of crescent moons.

"What he means to say was how not only is the Lord good to you, but to us. Come, my brother, and let us rejoice in his name to those in need of it." Yanking his friend by the elbow, they make a run down the hallway.

"But w-what about the restroom?!"

"Just down the hall to your right!" One of them shouts out before bounding around the corner.

"I swear all of the shit happening today better be a one-time thing. 'Cause I'll be damned if I have to deal with this every day." And with that, you make your way towards the bathroom as directed.

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Hoseok's eyes skim over the countless comments with vigor until they land on one that catches his interest.

[Army4life]: Where are the others?

"Um, Suga is right behind me. Say hi to ARMYS hyung~" the rapper leans to the side to reveal the silent male.

Yoongi slowly looks up from his phone with a sigh, a bored look donning his face as he puts up a peace sign before going back to the device.

"Well...but as for the others, they're coming soon! Most likely getting some food."

[Hobi's-Flower]: Have you been taking care of yourself?

Hoseok stares at the sincere question with a small smile. "Yes thank you! I made sure to get enough sleep and eat the right foods."

[JoonsBigDic]: Do you have any kinks?

"W-what?" Faltering at the sudden change of subject, his face flushes in embarrassment and shock, "m-my kinks? I don't think I should answer that."

[SugawiththatTae]: he blushing! Awww

[Mochicoochie]: now I wanna know what it is

[KookieCrumble]: y'all J-Hope got a kink!

[BangtanWhore]: bet it's choking 👀

"N-now wait a minute I never said th-"

His words were cut off by the sudden slam of the door.

Quickly turning towards the source of the interruption, Hoseok frowns at a wide-eyed Jin stepping into the room.

"Hoseok you ain't gonna believe me when I say this shit! When I say my eyes been fucking blessed!"

The idol chokes on his spit and nervously takes a peek at the recording camera. "Hold up! Just let me turn it off right quic-"

"Tell me why this girl walked up to me because she was lost or some shit. But the thing was... she had some big ass tiddies!"

"SHUT UP THIS IS LIVE!"

Hearing the younger male's panicked words, Jin looks at the camera and pales in realization. "Oh..."

The room goes quiet.

Not knowing what to do, they just continue to sit/stand there, eyes constantly shifting from the camera to each other.

"Did...did this really just happened?" Jin silently mumbles to himself as he stares off in space, Hoseok sending him a heated glare from the corner of his eyes.

"Aye y'all!" The duo turn their attention to a giddy Namjoon as he walks into the room, "Did you see the girl outsi-"

Jin and Hoseok quickly hold their hands out with frantic head shakes.

"SHHH! SHUT THE FUCK UP JOON!"

"HOLD ON WE LIV-"

"WITH THEM BIG ASS TIDDIES?!"

Closing his eyes, Jin lets out a sigh and covers his face in embarrassment.

Hoseok, on the other hand, just blankly stares at the floor with pursed lips.

"Did I say something wrong?" Namjoon frowns at their actions before pulling out his phone when it vibrates.

A moment of silence pass as the leader checks the device only for his eyes to widen. "U-um, guys? W-why it...why it say y'all on live right now?"

"Cause we are...fuck! We're in so much trouble..." Hoseok curls up in his chair, heart dropping at the thought of millions of people watching them.

"The hell nobody said anything?!"

"That's what we been trying to tell your stick-bodied ass before you started flipping at the mouth!" Jin roars out at the younger's attempt of blaming them.

Hoseok scoffs at his words. "You ain't no better! If I recall this shit started when you popped up talking 'bout she had some big ass tiddies."

The vocalist's mouth drops in disbelief. "Well excuse me for wanting to enlighten you on one of the best sights of my life! And if we're being honest, it's your fault to begin with."

"What th-my fault?!"

"Yeah! Who the hell do V-Lives without telling anyone else? It's because of your irresponsible ass that we got into this mess."

As the two continue to banter back in forth, Yoongi finally has enough of the drama and gets up.

"Hey...I said hey! I sai-AYE! BOTH OF Y'ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Satisfied with their obedience, he walks up in the camera view and takes it away from Hoseok's spot.

"Um..." His lips pucker into an awkward pout, eyes shifting before forcing out a fake laugh, "w-we can explain. You see...what had happened was that they just playing around and-"

"AYE YO YOU PEEPED THEM BREASTESES?!" The rapper's excuse was cut off by the loud voice of Jimin as he walks into the room with a trailing Taehyung.

The younger of the two quickly nods his head in agreement. "On God! I'd suck the tiddie juice right out them hoes!"

"ShUT UP!" Yoongi screams out with wide eyes causing the maknaes to freeze in caution.

"The hell happened in here?" Jimin looks at their pale faces in confusion, gaze swiftly skimming over the room only to do a double-take at the recording camera.

"I swear. Acting as if y'all seen a ghost or some shi-fuck! Why'd you do that?!" Hissing at the pain of being jabbed in the side, Taehyung's narrowed eyes follow where the idol was pointing only to widen, "o-oh...y'all filming?"

After catching the sight of Taehyung closing his mouth and Jimin staring at the floor in silent shock, the camera is pulled closer to Yoongi's face.

With the view now consisting of sharp cat-like eyes and a small button nose filling the lens, the others look at one another for the next step.

But even that seemed to be useless since they didn't know what to do.

Taking a look at his phone, Namjoon groans at the wave of comments filling the screen.

[LilMarco]: THEY TALKING BOUT TIDDIES

[Juanpito]: SAY HEY TO MEXICO 🇲🇽🇲🇽

[Kpopper68]: YOU THINK THEY TALKING, ABOUT JESSI?

[ATEEZbby]: CAN'T RELATE #ITTY-BITTY TITTY-COMMITTEE 😞

[Winxanity_ii]: TAEHYUNG SAID SUM BOUT TIDDIE JUICE

'Ah shit...'

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After the shock of what he had just seen finally passes over, Jungkook puts down his phone with a shake of his head.

"I leave to go to the bathroom and all this happens? Tch...can't do shit!"

Getting up from the toilet, he quickly cleans up and walks towards the room next over.

'How the hell we ain't get disbanded yet?'

Peeping into the room, he spots the rest of the members just standing there with lost expressions.

"Ha...I'm just gonna take this." Slowly walking over to Yoongi, Jungkook carefully takes the still recording camera away from his hands.

"Lmao good joke guys! Bye ARMY, saranghae or whatever," giving the camera a stiff smile and wave, he turns it off.

The room goes quiet before Jungkook turns to the group with crossed arms. "Really? Tiddies? And in front of possibly millions of people no less! That's what we gonna risk everything for?"

Heads lowered in shame from the maknae's scolding, eyes are downcasted to the floor in avoidance of meeting his seething gaze.

"So what do have to say for yourselves?"

"Did you..." Everyone turns their attention to Jimin as he gives the taller male a sheepish smile, "d-did you see her tiddies?"

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drabble request: an update for hah balla?? could be whatever you please, but some ideas i had were him actually cutting his hair, visiting her on leave, or you could even jump way in the future and show him getting out? 🥰

Here is the final part of this Tae mini-series!

Taehyung x Reader - Hah Balla Part 3: Bah Halla-lujah

Synopsis: Taehyung and you are supposed to see each other after his discharge from the army.

Word Count: approx. 2.3k words

Enjoy @wintaerbaer <3

“I’m nervous.” 

“Why are you nervous?”

You turned to the man at your left, Seokjin, who was sipping water. He had been discharged from the military shortly after Taehyung and Jimin’s enlistment and, therefore, has been the one with whom you had spent most of your time. “I haven’t seen him since his last leave. That feels so long ago.” 

“It was like two months ago.” Another voice at your right said, and you turned to see Hoseok gently loop your arms together, patting your arm reassuringly. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, allowing his comforting gesture to do just that. 

“Well, for two codependent people like them, it seems fitting that they can’t go two months without being about each other,” Yoongi smirked a bit when you shot an unamused look in his face, raising his hands to claim he was done with his teasing for now.

However, Seokjin just kept pestering you. “I’m surprised you didn’t Mulan yourself and enlist.”

Hoseok laughed, and you immediately yanked your arm from his grasp, crossing it over your chest instead.

The four of you were waiting at a restaurant, one of Taehyung’s favorites, a ramen shop right in the heart of Seoul that you would all frequent often in some combination of friends. It was the best spot for afternoon drinks after a long day of work, and the last location where the both of you had drinks right before Taehyung’s enlistment. He had gotten discharged earlier that morning from his active duty, eighteen long months of seeing each other only through short leaves and communicating through letters. It was hard, but the two of you made it work for the fact that you had no other choice. You and Taehyung were not far from each other much in the history of your friendship. 

But that was then, and this is now. You were sitting beside Hoseok as he skimmed over the ramen add-ons and watched as Seokjin poured the three of you a shot. All you were waiting for was Taehyung to enter the front door and-.

“Taehyung’s not coming.”

Your eyes shot up at Seokjin as he set his phone down, a pout on his face. 

“Why?” You had to actively try to keep your voice from shaking. Hoseok had also looked up from his menu, which he had raised to cover his nose and lips. Yoongi was leaning over to the oldest man’s phone to get a look.

“He said something came up and his grandparents came to Seoul earlier than expected. So, he asked if we can move the dinner to the end of the week instead.” Seokjin turned his phone towards you and Hoseok, both of you leaning in to read the message.

Taehyung (sent now): Tell everyone I’m so sorry. My grandparents were supposed to come tomorrow. I’ll pay for dinner, okay? 

“Oh no…” Hoseok sighed. “That stinks. I was looking forward to seeing him.”

Your eyes were glued to the cellphone message, skimming the same few words over and over again. You were hoping eventually, with enough manifesting and eye strain on the screen, another text would pop up from Taehyung saying he was on his way and he made it work. Two seconds…three seconds…four seconds…

No reply.

Seokjin finally pulled the phone back, typing a quick response and setting his phone into his back pocket. “I’m sure we can see him before the end of the week, don’t look so upset.” 

“It’s just last minute.” You sighed. “I already wanted to go see him get out, and I couldn’t, and now we-.” You reached forward and took the bottle Seokjin was using to pour, using it to top you shot glass. The boys watched you throw the entire thing back, face scrunching up as the alcohol burned along your throat and mixed with the disappointment settling in your gut. 

“It’s only a little longer,” Hoseok assured. You turned to him as he pointed out a few options on the menu, hoping it would distract you through the meal. From the corner of your eye, you saw Seokjin already refilling your glass. 

Even though you’d already waited long for this to come, it wouldn’t make the next few hours any less tolerable. 

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“Maybe you should uh…stop drinking so much.” The concerned tone in Hoseok’s voice made you turn towards him. He was smiling, but you could smell the concern on his voice in the same way he could smell the alcohol on your lips. You had been turning your head to the door at the sound of every welcome bell, but felt the same disappointment each time the owners shouted a bellowing ‘hello’ to someone without a familiar boxy smile or stunning dark brown curls (fuck, he has a buzz cut now so he wouldn’t even have curls anymore!).

“I’m fine.” You assured, turning your head from another unsuccessful glance to the door. You had also been punctuating your disappointment with another shot. Hoseok reached out and took the shot glass from your hand, a half-eaten ramen bowl pushed in your direction instead. 

“Enough. Or you’ll make a fool of yourself.” Yoongi said in support of Hoseok’s attempts to get you to stop throwing back shots. 

“Again.” Seokjin snorted but earned a glazy-eyed glare from you. 

When your mind was pulled back to the drunken stupor Taehyung has never let you forget, even now, and you sighed. “Alllright.” Chopsticks in hand, you slurped up another bite of your ramen, then reached across the table for some of the extra sides they had set out for you guys. You four had already been there about an hour since Taehyung flaked; your alcohol intake was much too high already. Another mouthful of ramen, and you could feel your body screaming to go home. You wanted to curl up under your covers, in the dark of your room, and not come out until the headache you knew was right around the corner was long gone. You heard the bell at the front of the store ring through the small ramen shop, and you groaned, resting your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. Enough disappointment for one evening. It was enough. “Hobi, my head hurts.” You murmured.

“You’re already drunk.” Hoseok sighed, stroking your hair affectionately. You looked up at him and saw his gaze snap up to Seokjin. When you followed the gaze, Seokjin was only smiling in amusement from the other side of the table, cheeks puffed out with food stored inside. “Why don’t we take a few minutes to sober up and-.”

“Oh shit, is this the sequel to Hah Balla?” The sudden deep voice that hit the back of your head made you flinch in sheer surprise. You lifted your head, studying the grin growing on Seokjin’s face. Then, you turned to Hoseok, who had covered his mouth with his hand. It was not enough to hide the growing grin on his face. 

Turning your head, a familiar boxy grin and buzz-cut – wait, it’s grown out a bit in the last two months – staring down at you. Head tilted back, you blinked up a few times and wondered if you had just gotten so drunk in such a short period you had started to hallucinate. However, when a familiar hand reached down and poked your forehead, a familiar tingling sensation coursing your body, you knew it was the real deal. 

“Hey.” He grinned. 

“Taehyung!” You shot up like a bullet, the effects of being a bit drunk making you sway a bit. Taehyung reached out and steadied you, but that only gave you more leverage. You grabbed his arms and tugged him into a tight hug. “What the hell!? I thought you weren’t able to come tonight anymore!” 

“I lied.” He grinned. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“What?!” Your head shot towards the three boys grinning at the table. “You punks!” 

“It wasn’t our idea!” Hoseok gasped. 

“It was Hoseok’s idea,” Yoongi said behind his drink. 

“Taehyung said he’d pay for dinner if we helped.” Seokjin pointed to the food around him.

“And you took advantage, hyung.” Taehyung frowned, already picturing the large bill that was waiting for him. His emptying wallet only distracted him for so long, however, as you gripped his arms again and he turned his attention back to you. Your pink cheeks and beaming smile immediately made him grin again. “You look so drunk.” He mused.

“I am.” 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t show?”

“You took a whole hour to surprise me?” You huffed.

He mimicked your huff with a more dramatic one. “It’s only been forty-five minutes.” His hands were resting on your arms, squeezing you as if he also needed to check to make sure it was really you in his arms. The warmth of his hands felt so familiar and comforting, you couldn’t help but pull him into another hug. 

“Aahh, I hate you.” You slurred a bit, and Taehyung laughed again, hugging you back. “Let’s sit and get you something to drink!” You gasped. “Let’s all do a shot!” 

“No! You’re so drunk already!” Hoseok called out. 

“No, let’s drink!” You begged. “Taehyung just got discharged from the army and he needs to drink.” The man laughed at how dramatic and over the top you were being, finally managing to sit you back down as Seokjin called for the owner to bring another menu and a few more bottles of alcohol, well aware of the chaos it could bring. 

The owner gave the table a few side dishes and a bottle of alcohol for free to celebrate Taehyung’s discharge, and you were now the one to pour. Taehyung lifted his up, already grinning devilishly. You may be drunk, but you knew exactly what he was thinking. 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“That’s me.” He grinned, unphased. “I’m going to say it.”

“Please don’t.”

“I told my entire squad about it.”

“I knew you would.” You pouted. Taehyung grinned. “Fine, fine. Hopefully I’m drunk enough that I'll forget."

Taehyung took a deep breath before shouting. "HAH BALLA!” And alerting the attention of the other patrons nearby. You laughed into your hand, covering your burning cheeks as Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin repeated the cheer just as loud. You sighed, raising your own shot glass up.

“Hah balla.” You mumbled being your laughter, and the group of you threw back a shot. The burning sensation had long since disappeared, and you simply reached for a bite of kimchi. Taehyung leaned closer to you, grinning.

“I won’t ever let you forget.” He hummed softly. When you turned to face him, you noticed how close together you were, and you blinked up at him.

“You’re cruel.” A smirk formed on your face, and his soon followed. 

“Ah, no kissing at the table.” Seokjin immediately cooed, stuffing a bite of rice into his mouth and looking away when Taehyung shot him a glare. 

“No, let them do it. It’s about time.” Yoongi nudged Seokjin, who only laughed so hard behind his hand he coughed on the rice. 

“That’s what you get.” Taehyung hissed, nose scrunched up in annoyance as he watched the oldest at the table down water to keep himself alive. Taehyung pulled back, setting some distance once again as you all continued to eat and drink. Maybe it was because you were drunk, or happy to see Taehyung again, but you simply scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. He looked over at you and smiled in amusement, patting your head. 

“What did I tell you?” Yoongi motioned to the sight before him. “Codependent.” 

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That night, Yoongi pushed Seokjin and Hoseok into a cab, the three hugging Taehyung and you off with the promise to get together again soon. Hopefully, their schedules would line up. You watched the cab drive off, and put a hand to your head.

“I feel like I’m swimming.”

“Well, you drank a lot.” Taehyung hummed.

“So did you!” You pointed to his cheeks.

“I was celebrating, I’m allowed.” He snorted, putting his hands in the pockets of his beige slacks. You looked him up and down, taking in the sight of him outside of a military uniform that you had seen on him so often it felt as if it were stuck to him like an old paper dress-up doll. 

You reached forward and looped your arm through his, tugging at the dark grey sleeve of his shirt. “I’m happy you’re back.” He looked down at you and smiled, warm despite the night air being a bit chilly.

“I am too.” He said. “It was hard getting through the last two months without teasing you. My friends in the squad only let me talk about you so much.”

A laughed, and the both of you began walking down the street. “You talked about me?”

“All the time.” He admitted. “I mean, let’s face it, every memory worth talking about has you in it, so of course your name would come up all the time.” The fondness in his voice made your already flustered cheeks heat up even more, and you nodded, resting the side of your head on his arm as you walked. “You must have talked about me, too.”

“Eh, not really.” You hummed, and Taehyung stopped walking, yanking you to stop as well. You looked up at him and smiled. “Kidding~.”

“Alright, rude.” He pouted, finally continuing to walk as you laughed a bit. “I’m taking you home and I won’t even hold your hair when you inevitably vomit.”

“I’m not that drunk anymore, I sobered up.” Despite your reassurance, the heightened slurring of your words didn’t convince Taehyung, and he only grinned his boxy, lop-sided grin once again. 

As the two of you continued to walk in silence for the next little while, you glanced back up at him and smiled. “You can stay if you want.” 

He glanced down. “…At your house?” You nodded. “Alright, if you insist. I’ll take the couch.” You nodded, eyes looking down at your arm wrapped around his. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your hand down and pressed the back of your knuckles against his. Taehyung looked down, studying what you were trying to do. Without giving you another glance, he simply turned his hand, opening up his fingers and allowing yours to intertwine with his. 

“I’m happy you’re home, Taehyung.” You breathed, eyes locked on the warm hand enveloping yours. 

“I know…” Taehyung’s voice was soft. “You said that already.”

You nodded, squeezing the hand that felt as if it belonged in yours. “I know…” you said softly. “I just wanted to say it again.”

Taehyung nodded, his head tilting a bit to rest on top of yours as you both continued to walk. 

“I am, too….” He said.

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[mrcleanheichou]

Wolves are (NOT) Scary Chapter 12

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Female human reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: Starbucks slander and excessive question mark use

Word count: 1,818

Summary: All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Author note: Long time no see! I’m such an inconsistent writer it’s not even funny. The bad thing is that I have tons of ideas written down but I can never put them onto the page. Writing is hard T_T

That first scene may or may not be from my actual feelings.

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Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13

~3 years ago~

The only thing keeping your laptop from being thrown at the wall is the fact that it’s expensive and you can’t afford to buy a new one. The feeling of the blinking cursor on the blank word document mocking you is driving you absolutely bonkers. Feeling hopeless you switch to your ideas notebook to see if physically writing would kick start your creativity. That’s a trick people on a writing forum you follow swear by. Unfortunately that ended with the poor defenseless notebook being flung across the room.

Yeji once suggested speaking to a therapist about having anger management issues after walking into your office and having to dodge a flying pen Matrix style. The thing is that writing is the only thing that brings this emotion out of you. No other thing has been this frustrating in your life, especially these past few months. This change of scenery was supposed to help, instead its made it worse since now you’re all alone dealing with the thoughts of self doubt and multiple episodes of laying on the floor like the scene in Lilo and Stitch. Except, unlike Lilo, you have no one here to tell “Leave me alone to die” to.  

You’re beginning to feel like a failure, absolutely no work has been accomplished. What kind of author can’t even write or draw? Maybe giving up the children’s book gig and becoming an erotica novel writer is a good idea. You’ve always thought about the idea of writing spicy romance novels. You’ve heard the building secretaries whispering about the newest “spicy” book they’ve seen on Tiktok. Apparently fantasy books about werewolves are very popular, talking about “mates” and “knots” and other supposedly hot things. Who knew porn about imaginary creatures would be something people would be into.

This cabin was supposed to help you write but right now it’s feeling like a stuffy prison. Checking Naver for any local coffee shops you discovered there’s a Starbucks, should you support local coffee shops instead? Yes. Would you rather have a frappucino than real coffee? Also yes.

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This Starbucks wasn’t a standalone building. Just like almost every other building in this town it’s connected to other shops almost like a strip mall. There’s a pet supply shop to the right of it and a tteok-bokki restaurant to the left.

Resisting the urge to stop at the restaurant you walk into the Starbucks and find that it looks just like any other one you could find in Seoul. It seems like this location is pretty popular. There’s a moderately long line of people waiting to place their order. All the tables were occupied even the seats right at the bar were taken. Sighing in defeat  you switch your laptop bag from one shoulder to the other.

Heading out the door you heard a pair of voices loudly bickering behind you. Stopping to hold the door open for the men you recognized one of the men as Yoongi from the bakery. You didn’t know the other man though.

“Would you like some coffee with all that sugar?” Yoongi said giving the other man’s drink in his hand a disgusted look.

The taller man scoffed, “Oh I’m sorry that I’m not a coffee snob like you and only drink my coffee black. I happen to love myself and caramel frapuccinos are my comfort food. Self care is important these days!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes before noticing you, “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer he was smacked on the back of his head and pushed out of the doorway. “Ya! Don’t you have any manners? Sorry about him, I’m Jin and I’m guessing you know Yoongi.””

You nodded while Yoongi turned and glared at the man behind him making a low sound that oddly resembled a dog’s growl. Shivers went down your spine and oddly down to another place that you definitely were not expecting.

“I was trying to get a frappuccino and some cake pops but the line is way too long and I didn’t want to wait.”

“I can make cake pops that are way better than those abominations. C’mon let’s go.”

Sharing a confused look with Yoongi who just shrugged you followed after Jin who was marching like a man on a mission in the direction of the bakery.

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Walking into the bakery your nose was overwhelmed with the scent of cinnamon, it almost made you sneeze. Yoongi ushered you to a table near a window and told you to sit tight. Pulling out your phone you decide to browse Instagram while you waited. Leaning back in your chair you could hear muffled arguing coming from what you assumed was the kitchen in the back.

“I’m telling you, you need to play up the bad boy look. You can get more tips If you would at least answer when women ask you about your tattoos.”

“And I’m telling you, they make me uncomfortable. It’s either cranky ajummas who give me dirty looks when they notice or women who have no shame and try to touch them. I’m not a damn petting zoo, hyung.”

“You look like a zoo animal.” Jimin snickered while sitting on one of the counters near the stove. This resulted in a big glob of cream cheese frosting meant for the piping hot cinnamon rolls being launched at him narrowly missing his head and splattering on the wall. He jumped off the counter growling “Listen here you little shit.”

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing in MY kitchen?”

Jin was fuming looking at his younger mates acting like children in his precious safe haven. He knew he shouldn’t have let Yoongi talk him into going on a break.

“He started it!” Jungkook pointed at Jimin who was currently stalking towards him ready to hit him in his stupid pretty boy face.

“Shut up you little snitch!”

“Snitches get stitches” Yoongi added.

“Cut it out all of you” Namjoon called from the office rubbing his temples trying to alleviate the migraine that was forming from staring at excel sheets all day.

“Y/N is out there waiting for a coffee. This is our chance to give her the potion.” Yoongi informed the alpha wolf giving him the iced Americano he bought for him.

“Call Taehung and tell him to get over here. We’re executing the plan today.”

~Present Day~

You didn’t know what to expect but what you were expecting sure as hell wasn’t this. The room you were currently held in looked like a five star hotel room, adorned in hues of red and gold and decorated with paintings of regal wolves hunting deer and hanging around the moon goddess. If you were here under different circumstances maybe you could appreciate how beautiful this room was.

There was no clock in here so it was impossible to know how long you were trapped in this makeshift prison cell. And the lack of a window was also disorienting. Your phone sat useless on a side table, long dead. But it wasn’t needed to know at least a few hours had passed since the guards brought you.

The first hour was filled with frantic pacing and trying to open the locked door. Why were you guys being treated like prisoners? It’s not like you broke any laws. But seeing how serious the guards were you figured some werewolf law was in fact broken.

During your crisis Jungkook was somehow able to fall asleep on the plush king size bed. He was curled up in the fetal position hugging a pillow close to his body. His baby face, even more prominent while relaxed and unconscious, made him look like a young boy and not a man in his twenties even with his facial peircings.

Rage filled every part of your being as you fought the urge to yell at him to wake up and face the reality of the situation. After all this was his fault, right? Why did he take that stupid potion? Why didn’t he listen to Yuna? Why couldn’t he stop being so immature for once in his life?

This was the first emotion other than soul crushing sadness that you felt this during this whole ordeal and it scared you.

Walking away from him and into the bathroom to cool off before doing something you’d regret seemed like the right thing to do. Throwing things Jungkook already knew in his face would be cruel.

The marble of the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you stood in front of the sink staring at yourself in the mirror. You look rough, eyes red, face puffy and dried tears adorning your cheeks. You were never a pretty crier like the women in the Kdramas you watched every night with Jin. If said man was here he’d tell you that you looked like you got ran over by a car and that you could never catch him slipping like that.

You snorted at the memory of your overly confident mate. He always had an ugly crying face but you didn’t have the heart to ever tell him that fact. The small smile you were able to conjure up quickly fell when you remembered soon he won’t be your mate anymore.  Feeling the urge to cry once again felt ever present so you rushed to turn on the water faucet.

Cupping your hands you splashed cold water in your face. The freezing liquid was shocking enough that it felt like an emotional reset. It was a little trick you learned from Yoongi who said it always helped to ground himself when he felt a panic attack coming on. ‘You can’t freak out when you’re cold’, he’d say. You seriously contemplated taking a cold shower and just fully shocking your system into submission but that just sounded miserable.

You definitely didn’t need anymore miserable in your life.

Was everything Jungkook’s fault? Yes. Could he have killed Yoongi? Yes. But he didn’t and that should count for something right? Why couldn’t Namjoon realize he was extremely sorry? Wasn’t the mate bond supposed to be strong? Isn’t it like a supernatural marriage pact?

What happened to ‘Through sickness and health’? How could Jungkook be thrown away like trash that easily? The thing that hurt the most was that no one else but you stood up for him. Not even Taehyung who ran with his tail between his legs when he was scared. Why were you the only brave one?

Jungkook was your priority now and you would stick with him for the rest of your life. The others may have been able to be forced into abandoning their love for him but you’re stronger than that. Fuck werewolves and their cowardice.

You’re not a weak human and if you have to prove that to each and every wolf here you would. Especially your alpha.

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[yoongsisbae]

BTS (as drinks)

because I’m in a silly mood

Namjoon is champagne. He's the whole bottle. A tall glass of perfection, full-bodied, sweet, and strong. Piercing eyes watching you over the rim. You drink him in, his sleek suit, his honey voice, impressive in everything he does, and the way he notices the small things about you. He offers to pay for another, already knowing what you like. You found each other in empty bar in a nice restaurant in an even nicer hotel. It's enticing, you share a confession and a laugh, in high spirits. You listen, drunk on, what is it? This feeling bubbling, a seltzer inside of you that makes you jittery every time you catch his eyes staring at your legs. You cheers one last time in the quietness of his suite. You know how this will end, but you hope maybe he will find a taste for you like you have now of him. That he will seek you out as his favorite drink. You hope his eyes that watched you so curiously all night, now watching as you fall apart under him, never look at another. He tickles the back of your throat, has you gasping for more. Is it too much to ask of him? For another round of him?

Seokjin is Tequila on a bright summer day. A knockout, too pretty, too smooth. The type of man you should savor. But it was quick, sudden introduction. You tipped your head back into his wide shoulder, pleading eyes meeting his surprised face. He wraps his arm around your body, lips meeting in a chaste kiss, your mysterious patron scaring away a sour nuisance to your left. At first meeting you already understood each other completely, you hadn’t known it fully then, too tipsy in that moment. You share a shot to thank him, and somehow your act becomes something more, your friendly banter becomes something more, and with every pour, your lie turns into truth, he feels it and so do you. It started as an act, but now it just feels right. Right place, right time. You stay by his side, he makes excuses keep you close, buys you another round, his smile bright and warm. Laughter that makes your sides hurt. Kisses that make your heart jump. Embraces that make your knees weak. The sun sets and kisses turn heated, mouths molding together, tongues licking salty skin, drinking each other in.

Yoongi is smooth nightcap right before bed. A glass of whisky on the rocks he pours for you and him. You tell each other your worries, caressing smooth skin, his love warms you under the covers. He whispers sweet praise that fills you up with him. Sweet affirmations against your belly button, hands trickling down your body. You hiss in contentedness, fingers twisting in his hair. His voice is suave and silky, like the sheets wrapped around your bodies. His sharp tongue moves smoothly, makes you wine against him. He is your drink of choice, you would choose him, every day, every night.

Hoseok is club drinks on a friday night. Expensive and sweet, designer, rich. Hands moving your swaying body to the music, his hot breath against your temple. He is the life of the party, he lifts you up, excites you, makes your palms sweat and your body pulse. You laugh too loudly, dance too closely, look into each others' eyes, neon club lights shining within his dark gaze. If he's a bad decision, you don't care, if this high lasts only for tonight, you don't mind, because his wide grin and close body delights your senses, and by the way he looks at you and holds you possessively, you just know, next weekend you will indulge again.

Jimin is Soju. Friends at home, homemade dinner and a full case you intend to finish. You go shot for shot, wanting to see more of the side he only shows when his walls are worn down, when you have enough liquid courage to encourage him. You knock into each other, bodies like magnets, impossible to pull away, hands lingering for much longer than either of you intend. You lean into him when he hugs you in jest. He tickles you, to tease you, but also because he wants to feel your suppleness, needs to hear your sweet laughter, wants to watch you writhing and gasping. The reasons why you can’t keep your hands away are ignored, too shy to speak them. Even when he kisses you, you pretend it’s the alcohol talking, even when you pull him in by the neck, you blame the empty bottles. But you can’t deny, you’re not a drinker, and he’s the taste you crave.

Taehyung is white wine on a starry night. Smooth notes sung against your cheek, smile tickling your ear, hands around your waist, deep soft chuckles and eyes watching you instead of the stars. A galaxy in his irises that spreads warmth down your body, wholly intoxicated by his presence. There's a deep sense of belonging as your lips sip his love slowly, as you take your time savoring your moments with him, like this life with him was meant to be romanticized, cherished, celebrated at every waking moment. A blanket, cheese, bread, his jacket around your shoulders and Taehyung, always the perfect accompaniment.

Jungkook is a glass of cold beer. Solo cups in the kitchen, shy eyes meeting each other above the rim. Foam on his lip licked away and youthful charm about him. Exploring eyes that lead to exploring hands and exploring lips. Bodies pressed tightly to one another as you speak, cupped hands over ears, teasing each other, flirtatious dares, propositions spoken through slurred smiles. You didn't notice how strong of a connection it was until you were knocked off your feet by him. You sit in a foreign bedroom, kissing and spilling, fingers dipping into one another's cup, a sloppy game of passion and giggles. The music dulls when you're having a taste of each other, your body numb by the pleasure he pours into you. Tomorrow morning when you wake up with matching bruises, your cups empty but your hearts now full, the memories will be hazy, but you'll still feel it, that strong connection that has you both questioning just how bad you're addicted.

[masterlist|as kisses|as holidays]

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